While many people find the paranormal difficult to believe in, there are those who do believe in it, and many of them can provide proof to back up those beliefs. Appearing as guardian angels, playful children, or only to the eyes of man’s best friend, the spectres detailed in these posts defy all logic and may spook you into reconsidering the supernatural. After all, the creepiest thing about these tales is that they’re all written by real people.

Getting ‘Tagged’ From The Other Side

A few years ago a group of friends and I learned about an abandoned local cemetery.

We go during the day to check it out. There are about 30 or so grave stones, ranging from 80-years-old all the way down to a five-year-old girl. The newest grave is at least 70-years-old. Living in a young town, I realize many suburbs bear the names of these same gravestones. We decide to return later on at night, and play hide-and-seek.

When we arrive after dark my perception of the area totally changes; what was scenic and sort of sad earlier now feels scary. All the graves are partially hidden by long grass, and large dead trees surround the area.

We pick someone to be ‘it’ and proceed to hide. I don’t hide particularly well, but I remain unfound for some time, so I lie near a fence in the long grass, playing on my phone. After about ten minutes, I hear some grass around me move. This is Australia, so there’s a chance it is (who am I kidding it definitely is) something that could kill me, so I move into a more defendable position yet stay hidden. This new position puts my back to a gravestone (on the other side from where the body lays).

Another few minutes pass. As the wind picks up and the temperature drops by a few degrees, I swear to God I feel someone touch my shoulder. The voice of a five-year-old girl whispers right next to my ear “you’re it”.

Needless to say, I freak and scream like a girl, which also freaks my friends out. After a brief explanation of what happened, we quickly relocate to the entrance of the area to make sure everyone got out. Detail: the gate is downhill of the graves, so looking up they’re silhouetted. When we confirm everyone is there, one of the other guys grabs my arm and points up the hill, and I kid you not we see the outline of a little girl in 20’s style kids’ clothing skipping around the headstones.

Fastest I have ever run in my life.

My Imaginary Friend Was Not Imaginary

Like a lot of kids, I had an imaginary friend until I was about nine or 10. While I don’t remember playing with him, I do vaguely recall going to see a psychiatrist about him. I described him as looking like me (red hair, glasses) and having the same birthday as I do, and I called him G because my first name starts with a G, according to my mother. As I grew up, G faded away.

Fast forward to my 20th birthday. I come home from college for a dinner with my parents and younger siblings. We joke around about our childhoods when my sister mentions G. My dad gets quiet and my mom goes pale. She demands we drop the subject. The next day, after my siblings leave, my parents sit me down and explain that I had a twin brother who died when we were about a year old; he had a congenital heart problem and passed away during surgery. They elected not to tell me, although they couldn’t really explain why. My mom kept the letters G and I wrote to each other (mostly scribbles) and all the pictures I drew of him and I playing. She thinks I was with my brother.

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