Zim's Ghostly Encounters, Part One
Early Childhood
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Ok, I've meant to write this on here for the longest time, and I never got around to it. Many (as in, two) of you are fans of the few ghostly encounters I've had, so I'm writing them here, in as much chronological order as I can remember.
This is probably going to be a six part series, but if anything between now and last part come up, I'll make it longer.
The house that I lived in was a fairly old house (around 70 years old), and we weren't the first family to live there. Story by proxy here, because I was only around six months old when this happened. My brother was five or so, and every night he'd wake up and run into my parents room. Why? He heard two voices, a little boy, and a little girl. He couldn't remember what they said, or even hear what they said, but he heard them whispering to him. Later in life, I always got a bad feeling about his closet, so I think something happened there, but that's still undetermined.
Ok, now my stories. The first ghostly encounter I can remember happened when I was five. Yes, five. And I can remember it, clearly. The house we lived in was a split-level, with the middle floor jutting off, the top and bottmo floors above/below each other, respectively. I was sitting on the second from bottom stair, going up to the top floor, tying my shoe. Where I was sitting, there was a wall in front of me, the front door and living room to the left, the kitchen and back door to the right. Directly to my right were the stairs going down. As I finished tying my shoes, I looked up, and saw it. There was a four-foot tall, neon-green demon. He had pointed ears, sharp jagged teeth, and brightly glowing horizontal red eyes. I screamed for my mother (remember, I was five), and she came running down the stairs. Well, when I screamed, I looked up the stairs, because that was where she was. When I turned around, it was gone. So what did my mom make me do, after I explained it to her? She made me draw it out, and I did so in standard five-year old fashion, but it was actually pretty good. She took the paper, tore it up, and told me it never existed. A few years ago, she retold me the story, which I still remember, and said that it had, in fact, existed. Creepies.
Ok, off to the next two stories, which I'm going to lump together. One night when I was around 8, I had a horrible dream. Not just any dream, it was so vivid, I still remember it, 14 years later. I had walked downstairs in my old house, and the entire room was barren. No couch, no tv, no computer desk, nothing. All that was there was my brother, sitting on a plain wooden chair. He didn't look at me, he just told me to sit on his lap. Without looking at me, once. I sat down, and looked up at him. He was pale, and looked very terrified. So, being the good little brother I was, I asked him what was wrong. He pointed forward with a shaking hand. When I looked at where he was pointing, two big floating red eyes stared back at me. I screamed, waking myself up. I slept in my parent's room that night.
Ok, a little diversion, slightly. My dad was out of town, my mom, brother, and I were sitting downstairs, on the couch, watching tv. The dog was next to us, the cat was sleeping on my mom. No free animals in the house, at all. We heard something jump off my brother's bed, run to the end of the hallways, and jump (I kid you not) down an entire flight of stairs. Fourteen steps, from what I can remember. My mom went to investigate, and found nothing. Mind you, all three of us heard it, so did the dog and cat. With no explaination, I'm fairly certain it was a ghost.
One last story, while I still remember it. This was something my mom told me, and kind of plays off the other four stories. She was telling me that one day, something was throwing stuffed animals down the stairs (the same stairs I saw my demon). She yelled at my brother (I was like 1 at the time, not old enough to throw stuff, and with her at the time), and he walked in the front door. Still no explanation, but we're pretty sure it was a ghost.
I'll have another update tomorrow. Oh, please comment. I love reading what you have to say, and if any of you have experienced anything ghostly-ish, tell us about it! If you are afraid to, send me an e-mail ([email protected]) and inform me of it, because I love reading ghost stories.
Tomorrows update will be about my brother and I controlling the weather, and the stories of when my great grandma and my grandpa died.
This is probably going to be a six part series, but if anything between now and last part come up, I'll make it longer.
The house that I lived in was a fairly old house (around 70 years old), and we weren't the first family to live there. Story by proxy here, because I was only around six months old when this happened. My brother was five or so, and every night he'd wake up and run into my parents room. Why? He heard two voices, a little boy, and a little girl. He couldn't remember what they said, or even hear what they said, but he heard them whispering to him. Later in life, I always got a bad feeling about his closet, so I think something happened there, but that's still undetermined.
Ok, now my stories. The first ghostly encounter I can remember happened when I was five. Yes, five. And I can remember it, clearly. The house we lived in was a split-level, with the middle floor jutting off, the top and bottmo floors above/below each other, respectively. I was sitting on the second from bottom stair, going up to the top floor, tying my shoe. Where I was sitting, there was a wall in front of me, the front door and living room to the left, the kitchen and back door to the right. Directly to my right were the stairs going down. As I finished tying my shoes, I looked up, and saw it. There was a four-foot tall, neon-green demon. He had pointed ears, sharp jagged teeth, and brightly glowing horizontal red eyes. I screamed for my mother (remember, I was five), and she came running down the stairs. Well, when I screamed, I looked up the stairs, because that was where she was. When I turned around, it was gone. So what did my mom make me do, after I explained it to her? She made me draw it out, and I did so in standard five-year old fashion, but it was actually pretty good. She took the paper, tore it up, and told me it never existed. A few years ago, she retold me the story, which I still remember, and said that it had, in fact, existed. Creepies.
Ok, off to the next two stories, which I'm going to lump together. One night when I was around 8, I had a horrible dream. Not just any dream, it was so vivid, I still remember it, 14 years later. I had walked downstairs in my old house, and the entire room was barren. No couch, no tv, no computer desk, nothing. All that was there was my brother, sitting on a plain wooden chair. He didn't look at me, he just told me to sit on his lap. Without looking at me, once. I sat down, and looked up at him. He was pale, and looked very terrified. So, being the good little brother I was, I asked him what was wrong. He pointed forward with a shaking hand. When I looked at where he was pointing, two big floating red eyes stared back at me. I screamed, waking myself up. I slept in my parent's room that night.
Ok, a little diversion, slightly. My dad was out of town, my mom, brother, and I were sitting downstairs, on the couch, watching tv. The dog was next to us, the cat was sleeping on my mom. No free animals in the house, at all. We heard something jump off my brother's bed, run to the end of the hallways, and jump (I kid you not) down an entire flight of stairs. Fourteen steps, from what I can remember. My mom went to investigate, and found nothing. Mind you, all three of us heard it, so did the dog and cat. With no explaination, I'm fairly certain it was a ghost.
One last story, while I still remember it. This was something my mom told me, and kind of plays off the other four stories. She was telling me that one day, something was throwing stuffed animals down the stairs (the same stairs I saw my demon). She yelled at my brother (I was like 1 at the time, not old enough to throw stuff, and with her at the time), and he walked in the front door. Still no explanation, but we're pretty sure it was a ghost.
I'll have another update tomorrow. Oh, please comment. I love reading what you have to say, and if any of you have experienced anything ghostly-ish, tell us about it! If you are afraid to, send me an e-mail ([email protected]) and inform me of it, because I love reading ghost stories.
Tomorrows update will be about my brother and I controlling the weather, and the stories of when my great grandma and my grandpa died.
