It was last year in September. My brother and I were watching TV. It was hot that night and I was going to sleep in the back room because it had an air conditioner. My brother didn't mind so he slept in the middle room watching TV. That night sleeping in the backroom was the only time I felt so uncomfortable in that room.
I turned the air conditioner on and I was trying to sleep. My head was facing the wall. Then I felt a presence as if I was being watched. I didn't feel anything evil. But it felt as if whatever was watching me was very angry, upset, and sad. I heard breathing behind me. It got louder and rougher until I heard a loud scream in my air. I was so petrified but I faced spirits before. I was just scared because, well that was enough to give a guy a heart attack. So I said "In the name of Jesus who are you?" All I heard was a lady's voice say sadly.
"You're not him. I'm sorry." And suddenly I felt as if the spirit left while still facing the wall. I was angry because I wish I could have helped.
So the next day I was on the computer checking the history and stories of my neighborhood. My neighborhood has had a couple of deaths but not suicidal deaths or killing. Most here died from heart attack or disease or old age. But I read a story about my neighborhood from hundreds of years ago about a lady, her two children and her husband. (I'm not sure if the story was real or not but it was closely related to my encounter with the spirit).
In the 1800's there was a lady and her family. Like I said on my last paragraph, it was her, her two children (both daughters), and her husband.
The husband was a kind loving person but had a horrible drinking problem and when he drank he was abusive. One day while the two daughters were having fun with their leisure time, her husband came home drunk again. This time it was worse. He came in knocking everything down scaring his daughters. He took the two daughters and put them in his car. The wife ran to her husband saying "what are you doing with my babies? The husband said "You don't need them! Those kids are mine!" The story says he beat the wife and took the two daughters. Then it says she committed suicide.
Then, even after death, she's said to still looking for her children who her husband had taken from her. Her spirit is white and you might see her at night looking at you, seeing if you are her children. If you are walking down the street you might hear screams of the ghost woman saying "Where are you?" Or you could hear her screams. And I think that is very likely what happened to me.
I wrote this story as clear as I can put it and would like to hear your opinion of it. I'll pray for that lost soul.
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