Ghostly Voices And Noises
This story takes place when I was seven years old, I am now 15. I used to live in Boston. My mother passed away when I was three months old. She was killed and stuffed in a closet, this is not a lie.
When I was seven I used to hear these noises from under my bed. I was always scared. I used to go to school hearing these noises. It bothered me until I turned 11. A year without hearing the noises, so it wasn’t that bad, but when I turned 12 years old it came back even worse.
This time I started to hear screams and started seeing things. The screams sounded like people in pain crying for help. The things I saw where shadows passing me, I was scared.
What I’m trying to explain now is very difficult, but I’m trying as hard as I can to explain it. Something felt like it took over me and made me write on a piece of paper “your next”. When I opened my eyes I was so scared that I lost my mind.
After class was finished the voices got worse. I couldn’t control it. There was a school police officer that chased me around the school, when he finally caught me I was crying. He then took me to the school counselor. The counselor called my parents to come to the school. So my parents came. The counselor told my parents that I had to be sent to a crazy hospital. The reason why I had to go is because I admitted to her that I have tried to kill myself more than 15 times and that one day I moved my bed one cold night towards the heater and when I moved it a saw a dead man under my bed.
My mom was crying and so was my father. I went to Balmount hospital. After I came out they put me on medication but that didn’t work. So I had to learn to live with it. I don’t really fear the voices or the shadows anymore unless I feel like it’s something big.
Sent in by Frank Faria, Copyright 2008
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Wow! That is an amazing story. I was very sorry to hear about the tragedy of your mother’s death. I really wonder if there was a connection with what happened to her and your paranormal experieces.
wait was there actaully a dead guy under your bed?
My daughter began seeing ghosts and talking to them and seeing people being killed right after her father was killed, when she was 3 years old…and now she is 11 years old. They tried to medicate her but I took her off the meds and said it was a gift of the 3rd eye, which is in the center of your forehead. I refuse to admit her to a mental ward as she is fine otherwise. She is not scared and never tried to kill herself. She says they need her help for friendship and to cross over…
I am sorry that your mother died so young, it must be hard. Sometimes I feel like a little boy is in my room watching me.
That sounds gruesome… stand up for yourself! fight the shadow’s, they clearly have a grip on you….
This is so creepy! I can’t believe things that extreme can really happen. Was he really under your bed and did you know him?
I’m reading this in 2011…wow. I’m sorry about your mother.
I’m getting the same thing, except, I didn’t tell anyone and I’m around the same age.
There’s this “lady” I believe standing my bed each night, ever since I was about 11 or 12, and one day, somehow, I found out her name. I don’t know what to do…
But I hoped you have gotten better.
Ok, I really don’t want to come across as insensitive but though the story is very intriguing and some of what you experience sounds quite familiar, it just left me with a question… You said your mother was killed, very tragic and that is something beyond my comprehension. But you refer to your mother again later when you mention the psychiatric unit. Am I to assume the lady you refer to later is your adopted mother?
No matter how hard life gets, it’s worth living. Remember that. You were put on Earth for a purpose. Maybe talk to a counselor. I hated the idea of talking to one myself but in the end it was helpful to talk to an unbiased person. If the paranormal issues are what’s bothering you, maybe talk to some people here. Knowing you are not alone can sometimes be all that you need to cope.
They call it schizophrenia.