"Disappearing Victim"
The incident I am writing about took place in Michigan in the spring of 2008, sometime in late March to early April. I was in the car with my boyfriend on I-96 headed West; it was a little after 3 PM. We were coming up on the exit for Farmington Rd when my boyfriend shouts, "Holy @$#%! Look at this!"
I look over to the left and see this girl sliding down the grassy bank on the side of the expressway. She looked about mid to late twenties; she was really pale with shoulder-length brown hair and she was wearing and old-looking cream colored slip like you would wear under a dress and no shoes.
She looked absolutely filthy, like she'd been in a dungeon for years. I couldn't believe my eyes as she started running across the expressway. It was mid-afternoon but the expressway only had a few cars on it at the time, but the cars that were around slowed down to avoid hitting her and probably to watch in amazement, like me and my boyfriend -- so I know we were not the only ones who saw her.
She scrambled over the cement wall median and across our side of the expressway. When she got to our side I could see her a little closer and it looked like she was running from someone or something. She looked terrified, as if she was scrambling to get away from something.
As she started climbing up the other side of the of the expressway and our car was almost right next to her, she just disappeared into thin air, just like that!
My boyfriend and I both said at the same time, "Did you see that? She disappeared!" We got off on the Farmington Rd. exit. The whole time my boyfriend was looking out the back window for her. We even pulled over in the gas station right off the exit and got out and looked around for her but she was nowhere.
I don't know if she was a ghost or from another dimension or what, but I know what I saw was real and so does my boyfriend. I know the people who were in the other cars on the expressway that day saw her, too."
"Intrusive Bedroom Ghost"
At her house, she had a long history of paranormal encounters, which included watching a lady in yellow walk in and out of her room at basically any time of the day! she also had the feeling of being watched at night.
Me, on the other hand, had witnessed a few things in my house, but nothing to the point where I was paranoid. As a side note, my favorite color is red so I painted my room walls red and the top and bottom part of them black.
This night we fell asleep at our usual time, maybe 11 p.m., not knowing what 3 a.m. had waiting for us. I sleep on the right side of the bed, which is the opposite to the wall. To my right I have the TV maybe four feet away from me. My wife claimed she started having the feeling of being watched. She ignored it, but the feeling was so intense that she opened up her eyes to see a woman around 30-35 years of age just staring at her with an odd, blank face. She then tried wiping her eyes, thinking she was still asleep, but the woman was still there.
At this time she had tried to call me, but I wouldn't wake up, so she just ignored her and eventually she disappeared. That's not all. She fell back asleep when maybe an hour after the incident she awoke to find me asleep face up with my right arm stretched as I normally do. This same lady was now lying next to me, on my right arm and with her head resting on my chest, watching her with that same look.
My wife tried waking me up again, and when I did the woman was gone and I did have a strange feeling in my right arm. I tried to be brave and told her it must've been a dream, but in reality I couldn't. I was frightened!"
"Touched By Evil"
I was 18 years old and had just moved into my first loft apartment with my high school sweetheart. It was a two-story loft with a balcony on the second floor that we could overlook down on the first floor and hear everything.
The first few weeks we were there, nothing out of the ordinary happened. My boyfriend worked long hours as an irrigation worker and left at 5 a.m. I did not work and I was enjoying my first summer after graduating from high school with my friends.
One morning he got up for work and left at 5 a.m. and I woke up and heard him leave and decided to put a cd on and go back to sleep. I woke up for some reason and I saw my boyfriend kneeling by the bed just quietly staring at me. He did not blink and had no expression on his face. I stared back at him and wondered why he was home so early. I glanced at the time on the nightstand and it was 8 a.m. exactly. I was too tired to ask, so I just stared back and smiled. I noticed his clothing and it looked like he was wearing work clothes, but he had sweat bands on. I thought that was strange because I knew he didn't own any.
Here's the part that changed from sweet and innocence to complete horror. He stood up and tapped my arm three times and walked into the wall and vanished into thin air. This startled me and I sat up quickly in bed, and my arm was tingling from where he touched me. That tingling sensation went up my arm and through my whole body and it was in control of me. I watched my hand in horror as my fingers moved by themselves in a robotic sort of creepy way. I tried to say something, but nothing would come out of my mouth. Nothing. The room was eerily quiet, but I could breathe just fine.
I tried three times to say something, and every time I tried I kept telling myself that this time I would really really try... and nothing. Finally, I said to myself that I would scream and as I was screaming I heard a faint sound and it got louder and louder and I realized it was my scream coming to me. I could hear myself again and had control over my bodily functions and couldn't believe what had just happened.
I jumped out of the bed and ran to the wall where I saw my boyfriend disappear and looked in the closet, the bathroom, and downstairs and I realized that nobody was home. I grabbed the closest pair of shoes I could find and grabbed my car keys and ran out the door in total panic and fear. I would not go back until I was sure my boyfriend was home.
I told him what happened and he looked at me like I was crazy. I dropped it because I knew he didn't believe me. I was wondering if I was crazy and didn't mention it again.
A few weeks later, I was having horrible fights with him. We could not get along and there was so much hatred and jealousy between us. It got to the point that I decided to sleep downstairs on the couch. I was wide awake lying on the couch and listening to a cd when all of a sudden I saw a bright flash of light. It looked like someone took a picture in the room. Then I saw what I can only describe as a black swirling smokey mass coming toward me. I was so frightened that I ran upstairs and was tripping over myself in a panic. I jumped in the bed with my boyfriend and curled into a ball and couldn't even talk.
He was very concerned and kept trying to get it out of me. I started to catch my breathe and right when I was about to tell him, we heard glass breaking downstairs. It was not the sound of just a single glass breaking; it was the sounds of large chandeliers falling and breaking into a million pieces. It was loud and coming from downstairs inside our house. It happened about four or five times and stopped.
My boyfriend looked concerned and he said, "Wait here. I will be right back."
"No," I said. "I am coming with you."
We crept down the stairs. He went first and we were both expecting to see glass everywhere, but there was nothing. We checked the cabinets and couldn't find anything that broke. My boyfriend looked at me and said, "I believe you." I told him that I was moving out that very next day because I knew I couldn't possibly stay there and feel unsafe.
I moved to North Texas to be near family and have never had an incident like that happen again. It was an evil entity and powerful and I was afraid of what it was capable of doing. In a moment all my beliefs that I had been taught as a child had been shattered and it changed my perspective forever. I was taught that ghosts can't touch you and I learned that they can!"
