My Real Ghost Encounter 2

Thank you to everyone who commented, believing more than I expected. Sorry about the awkward writing. I’m not very good at making sense when writing stuff down, but I’ll try my best.

When I was 18, my friend from high school moved in. He didn’t know about my past ghosts experience. But when he went in, his room, which is near the spare room, he said, “This room here is a bit scary.” He also said, “It brings me an overwhelming fear,” and, “I heard voices telling me to shut up and I thought it was me.”

Then one day, he came up to me and said, “When you were a kid, did you see ghost?” It kinda surprised me since I didn’t really talk about ghost. He started telling me that he’s been able to see ghost for years. What he said next actually scared the crap out of me. He said, “Last night I seen an all-black figure standing at the other side of the room.” Now you may think ‘b******t’, but my mate started telling me things I absolutely could never have known. He told me about the white room, I know for a fact, I told absolutely no one about that. He described perfectly about my man and pop without seeing any photos of them. He knew their names without me telling him.

I don’t know how he knew any of the stuff. He was telling me, kinda knocked me back a bit. It was just impossible that he knew about next door and that he knew about the whole wicca thing. He said, “It didn’t cast them away but just pushed them out of the house here.”

A year later he moved out and I moved into his old room not long after. At night, I went to my fridge in the back room. I turned a bit and, just in the corner of my eye, I seen a big black figure. I turned my head and it was gone. I got this overwhelming fear. Something telling to get the f**k out of that room.

I ran back into my room and closed the door. Hair on the back of my neck standing because of goosebumps everywhere. And no, I’m not going to take it and say I was possessed or some s**t. Just nothing but fear in my stomach. A feeling like something bad is coming. But I don’t know. I’m bloody 20 years old.

I can’t sleep in this room in the dark or even with the spare room door open because, I know, it’s out there. I will write again if I notice anything weird and I’ll do my best to not write it awkwardly.