In The Beginning - Same Culprit?

In The Beginning - Same Culprit?

My first experience occurred when I was 13, and it is still in my head as one of the scariest things to have happen to me. I am now 19 and can remember this very, very well.

Before I begin my story, I think I should share with you the short stories of my older sister, and my oldest brother.

The first story happened to my sister who is a couple of years older than me and had her bedroom right next to mine. It was one morning and my sister came running into my room tears running down her face. She woke me up shaking like crazy. Once she stopped crying she was able to finally get out the words she was trying to get out, she told me that she had a dream she slept with her curtains open and she a man standing outside her window holding a stick of bamboo. As she looked at him he raised one knee and snapped the bamboo over his knee. This is when she woke up from her dream to find her curtains closed like she always had it.

The next morning right before she came to me, she had opened her curtains and let the light in to find two half snapped sticks of thin bamboo on her carpet in the middle of her room, which in turn sent her to me. She showed me the bamboo and told me the story so we had a quick look around the house to see if there was anything made of the thin bamboo sticks we found. While at the same time trying to avoid arousing our parent's suspicion (we weren't allowed to talk about ghostly things as kids because our parents didn't want us scaring each other).

Nothing made from bamboo was in our house, that we knew of anyway. I asked my sister what this man looked like in her dream, and she told me he was a tall man, who wore a small top hat and a long dark coat. After asking her the description of the man she saw, I began to feel really freaked out and kind of sick from the spook. I told her that she should go tell our oldest this story and to make sure she describes him as she did to me.

This brings us to around about 2 or 3 months before this event occurred when I was talking to my oldest brother about what I think of as a rather distressing event. First off, it was not my choice to be told this story, but my brother thought I would be the best person to tell, being the youngest of 4 kids. He figured I would spook very easily (which I did). He was telling me that he had a dream that he was in bed and he looked at the foot of his bed to see a tall man standing at his feet facing him.

This was the night before he took me too his room after telling me his story to find two dimples in his carpet (like when you have a dresser or something in the same spot for a long time and it leaves a imprint in carpet) of what looked like two foot prints. Now, it wasn't two clear footprints but it definitely took the shape of them, enough to convince me and scare the life out of me. When my brother described the man to me, he described him the exact same way as my sister did a few months later, a tall man with a small top hat and a long dark coat. This is the reason for me telling my sister to tell our brother about her experience.

I made sure I was a bystander when my two siblings shared their stories. They both suddenly seemed very anxious. This had obviously scared them as much as it had scared me, which in turn freaked me out a lot more. Was this the same man they both saw? Who is he, and what business does he have with our house and my brother and sister? We had always felt very, very creeped out by our hallway which had all 3 of my sibling's bedrooms branching off it, along with the bathroom and laundry. But we always thought it was just because we're kids and our minds imagine all kinds of things. But as we have all gotten older, we have been lead to believe that there is more to it than just a creepy feeling.

Now, I always thought back then that this was my siblings playing a cruel trick on my just to try and scare me, but to this day they both swear on their lives these experiences are the truth. Today, I have very good relationships with all of my siblings, and I sure believe them when they tell me this is true, I just think there is more to it rather than just random sights of the same man.

This takes me to the next year when I was 13, my very first experience. I was in bed, and I was in that stage when you're not quite asleep but not quite awake, I'm sure everyone knows that stage I mean. Anyway, I was in this stage and I was getting close to sleep when I heard laughter of a child, maybe around the same age as me. This made my eyes spread wide, and tore me right out of any sleep I might have been close to. I thought immediately it was just because I was almost asleep and I was beginning to dream but, now that I was wide awake I heard the laughter again. This is when I began to get really scared. I pulled my blankets higher to cover most of my face when I heard the child's laughter turn to words. He said to me "Come on Ben, come and play with us. We'll wait out the back for you".

Just as this voice spoke to me I pulled the blanket over my head and shut my eyes tight as I felt a fear I had never felt before. As I shivered with fear I heard a much older, gentler female voice say to me "No Ben, you're not allowed to play now. Don't listen to him, he's a bad influence. Just go to sleep".

Not knowing what else to do, I covered my ears and shut my eyes so all I could hear was the air circulating around in my hands and ears. And at the time, just sung a favorite song of mine in my head, which is whatever I would do if I was scared. After the female voice, I heard nothing else, it didn't last long as was not a very loud experience, but it felt like it lasted hours. Eventually I wore myself out and fell asleep to of course, had bad dreams all night. I woke up the next day and told both my sister and my oldest brother about it (my other brother was never involved with these things as he thought the idea of ghosts was ridiculous). Surprisingly, they both believed me and actually sympathized with me which was not something I got very often from them. To this day, I still remember that night so crystal clear in my mind and gives me goose bumps just thinking about it.

I would love to hear what people get from these stories and am always welcome to input from readers. I hope it was interesting enough to continue reading the other stories I'm going to post soon.