Your True Tales
July 2003 – Page 16

Chased By a Ghost
by Traci O.

One night my 2½-year-old daughter woke me up screaming and crying, shaking the door handle, rattling the whole door. I opened the door and walked her back into her room. She normally had bad dreams, so I figured it was only a dream. I put her in bed and covered her up, then realized she is sweating like crazy and was trying to catch her breath. She pointed up to the ceiling and said her sister was up there. Her sister was 15 years old at the time and spent the night at a friend's house. My daughter insisted her sissy was up there. I didn't see a thing, but felt a weird, cold breeze, and could feel some kind of presence there. 

Finally, I took my daughter to my room. She forgot her dolly, so she ran back into her room to get her, then came running at top speed into my room. She stopped in front of me, turned around and looked at the door, which was left open. She stared straight at whatever it was, pointing at it saying, that is sissy. She never took her eyes off of it. She then pulled herself back and yelled "NO," like it was trying to grab her. That happened twice. She came close to me and hugged me, looking back and crying in fear. I felt evilness - not a good feeling. 

Whatever it was seemed to have been trying to grab her. This went on for about 15 minutes; it was hovering around in the middle of the doorway. Finally, it went away. My daughter told me it was gone. I lay down with my daughter on my stomach. About five minutes later, it was back again - hovering again at the end of the bed, but never came close to me ever, only close to her. The closer she came to me, the farther it moved away. I told it to go away and leave us alone. Ever since then, she tells me she sees an angel, but the picture she points out is an ugly clown. It comes to her at night and asks her to come with him and ride ponies and play games at his house and that he loves her. 

The next day we went to go pick up her sister, and she would not go anywhere near her sister. She asked, "Is that really you, sissy?" I don't know what she saw that night or what it was trying to do, but my daughter never forgets that incident. She is four now and will tell you word for word what happened that night. I moved out of that house since and now in my new house. My boyfriend sees a little girl, about five years old, in a white dress. She stands next to his side of the bed and just stares at him. It scares him terribly. I haven't seen her nor has my daughter, but she is definitely there, and so far she is harmless. She just stares.

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