I love ghost stories or anything to do with the supernatural... Hehe So please comment down below any scary expieriences you've had in the past When I was a little girl, I remember playing in my grandmas backyard, and I was pretty young so I didn't really think much of anything. I thought everything was ok, and nothing could really harm me. So my grandmothers husband had died quite along time ago, perhaps decades before I was even born! That's why I don't really remember him, because I never knew him. Anyways, I was in the backyard (which was closed of by a stone wall all around, but pretty big) and right in the middle was a tree that she had. I'm not to sure how old the tree was, but it was fully grown and pretty big. I like to sit under it for shade and all that jazz. So one day I was sitting underneath it when a man about in his thirties can up to me out of no where. NO WHERE. And he starts saying "Look Charlotte, an owl!" And he's trying to get my attention, and I'm like "My name is Eli, Mr," but he kept pointing up to the tree and saying that. I was starting to get a little scared, so I went to my Grandma, (who's name is Charlotte, but I didn't figure it out because we always call her by the Spanish version 'Carlotta') and I was like "There's a man out there saying things," and blah blah blah. So she looked out there, and he wasn't there anymore I was like, 5 or 6 ok. Later she asked me what he said, and I told her. She got this look on her face like And was like: "What?" And she was like, "Forget about it." And I did, but when I was older I asked her about it and she told me that when they were still married her husband had called her out one day to come look at something, and it was an owl. And I know what your thinking, nothing special, but they're pretty rare where I'm from. And after that I never played outside alone again lol. Maybe I dreamed it, idk. But my grandma died around 3 years later, so I'll never get to ask her
Once as a kid my family & I went to the Chief Vann house (manor, really) near Chatsworth, GA. As we were being guided through, I could sense entities all around me: girls in white dresses with blond hair in the upper bedrooms called "coffin rooms" due to their shape, and in the basement slaves' quarters I could see male slaves, crammed in, screaming out the windows for help, for mercy. I didn't tell anyone because I knew they'd think I was nuts.