Hello my name is Coy Vanajeyo (Coy Vah-nah-shay-oh) and I guess its obvious that I'm new at this website. But i dooo plan to come here often and post my frequent paranormal stories. I travel the world and at this time I am in America and English is new to me so please correct or accept my misspells and also the new typing patterns so please excuse my typos. Thanks...now here's one of my thousands of stories which I think was the most fun!
I was at home, chomping down fluffy Pop Corn from a flowery bowl on the sofa in our sitting room. The TV was blasting Panic Room and my dog, Juca (Juice-uh) was sitting next to me, snoring to what sounded like the tune of Reading Rainbow. For some reason during this frightening movie, that lure of his snore was comforting. I was rubbing his back, keeping him in the loving clutches of sleep in his Happy Place. Suddenly, he shot up and jumped on my lap. I screamed and the T.V. proceeded to play for about ten seconds until a reflection of Jesus appeared in the TV screen and the VCR shut off and the screen flipped to a show called SuperWonders—Real Life. They were talking about something like ghosts or witches.
I always knew something was in the attic of my new Victorian Style home on Starow Street. I had only been there a few months, since I had just moved to America. I just didn't know WHAT was up there. Loud crashes and bangs began to come from the cieling. I was the only one home—I lived alone with Juca (or so I thought). With so many paranormal experiences I was hardly scared until a muffled yet loud SSSSSSSSCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMM
came from the attic and a tear, from NO WHERE rolled down my cheek. I touched my cheek where the tear was and brought it onto my finger. As I stared at my finger, there was no salty drop, it was BLOOD! I cried. So hard. And since my first experience I had never cried.
She follows me. Her name is Bet. She was killed my being stabbed in the head and smothered. She follows me on all my travels, and she gets other ghosts to haunt me too. She is the scariest of them all. Every three paranormal sitings, she comes. I do not mind the others. They are harmless. But she hurts me and I only cried because I knew it was Bet. She had stabbed me in the head. I rushed myself to the hospital, I now have 42 stitches in my head. And I haven't moved. It doesn't matter where I am. They come. She hurts me. And I think she's coming soon. She was murdured my someone who broke into the house when her two children were sleeping. She was my mother.
My brother and I were asleep. But we are both horribly haunted by her because we could not save her. Here she comes. She'll be back soon.
