My Personal Ghost Story

I was six years old, sound asleep alone in my room. It wasn't a ruckus that woke me nor was it banging of shutters or a loud noise of any kind. I was awakened by an eerie feeling, a feeling we all get now and then without explanation. No matter how accustom you are to getting that feeling you can never really get use to it. It brings a certain creepiness and simply looking around and seeing everything is ok brings on more panic than it does comfort, because you start to worry that you do not recognize what is wrong.

I want you to conjure up this feeling, bring it back and put yourself in my situation. I'm six years old; sound asleep alone in my bed. It's totally dark, no night light or anything. This feeling creeps in to my consciousness enough to wake me. I'm awake but my eyes are still closed in fear of what I may see if I open them. I manage to gather the courage to take a peek. Nothing there. My curiosity grows and I contemplate another bold move. Should I turn over and look around? I figure I can't just lay there all night scared stiff I wouldn't get any sleep and I'd end up looking sooner or later anyway. The decision has been made, and the sooner I look the sooner I can get over it. I turn over, and what I see next will live with me forever. I'm not exactly known for my elephant like memory but I can clearly recall all four of the people standing in my room. I guess a paranormal, ghost, or haunting experience has a way of staying with you.

What I saw in my room that night were two identical blonde haired white boys between the ages of 13-14 years old. Dressed the same wearing white T shirts and blue jeans, they were standing the same with their arms crossed and they were looking at me. Between them were two black boys. Also identical but one was smaller than the other and positioned in front of the other one in a protective embrace. They were also dressed alike wearing light blue t-shirts and blue jeans. Both of them were looking down. The sight of what I saw was scary. My first thought was that they were real children in my room. I sat still thinking maybe they can't see me in the dark. There was something just not right about them then, they seemed flat like they lacked a dimension. I considered all this in my head for what would be generous to estimate as a whole 2 seconds before I ran out of the room yelling and banging on all the bedroom doors in the house. I don't remember what I was yelling. I don't think it was "ghost" or "paranormal" or "haunting", heck the words that were coming from my mouth probably were some abbreviated mix of words stung together out of panic. My whole family came out and checked the room to find nothing. This was the first of a series of paranormal, ghost, or haunting incidents that happened in that house. None were ever threatening but they were all unexplained. My sister witnessed the creepiest ghost or paranormal haunting or whatever you want to call it when she let my younger sister (who was about a year old) bang on the type writer, when the type writer took off on its own completing a couple full sentences about some carnival ride. Typical of any ghost, paranormal, or haunting story the type writer ran out of ink so we did not get the whole story. It was creepy, I mean what ghost, paranormal, or haunting experience isn't, but throughout it all my family never felt threatened.