True Ghost Story: I Couldn’t Move!

Location: Cambridge, Ontario, Canada

The following report was sent into our website by Kelsey on February 20, 2014:

“When I was thirteen I used to get this reoccurring nightmare. It starts out with me waking up in my bed and I would look over at my clock and it would always say 3:00am.

The first few nights it repeated the same way: me waking up and checking my clock. After this repeated itself several times I started to see a figure reflected in the face of the clock. Each night the figure started to move closer and closer until one night I was waking up from my dream, but I couldn’t move! My eyes started to flutter with the strain of trying to open. I tried to scream for my mom but nothing but gurgles came out of my mouth. I thought she couldn’t have possibly have heard me but she shortly ran into my room and shook me till I noticed that I could move.

I was so scared I started bawling my eyes when my mom asked who was in my room. I had no idea what she meant since I was pretty sure I just had a nightmare. But she swore that when she was in the hallway she saw a figure sitting on my chest. And that when she got into the room the figure had disappeared. When I really thought about it, it had felt as if someone was sitting on my chest.

From that night on I started sleeping with my mom, and I didn’t start sleeping on my own again until we moved from that house. The nightmares have stopped but I still freak out anytime I’m awake at 3.”

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True Ghost Story: Ghost Walks Into Apartment

Location: Cambridge, Ontario, Canada

The following report was sent into our website by Trish on June 18, 2012:

“It was about 10pm and I had put my infant son down for bed hours before. He was a couple months old. I was having a well deserved bath when I heard a clicking noise. I looked and the door handle was turning but not all the way. It was an old-fashioned knob so it had a distinct sound. After about 40 seconds it stopped. Still frozen in fear, I then heard the door to the apartment open and heavy foot steps on the hard wood floor. After a few minutes I got out of the tub, opened the washroom door and looked out. The apartment door was still locked and no one was there. My son was still asleep and I was standing in the hall alone.

I later found out that the place I lived at was built over 100 years ago. The front was the old newspaper office and the back, where I lived, was a funeral home. And the car port was where the coffins were hand-made. Weird..”

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