so, hi. my name is Grim, well not really but thats the name that i was given when i got released form the psych ward in early 2000.i didnt eat much when i was in there. i lived off crackers and orange juice. i am now 17 (18 in November 6) and im some what happier then i was back then. i am here because i love ghost stories and i love the paranormal.
i love the fact that there is another place out there. somewhere where non of us will ever see in our life times. i don't think that there is a hell or a heaven, i just believe that there is nothing but the spirit world. i have heard about numerous places being haunted and what not. i cant wait to see those places for myself. i cant name them off the top of my head. but i am mainly interested in haunted cemeteries and what not.
i was first introduced to the paranormal when i was about 9 years old. i use to live down the street from a cementer back then in st Paul somewhere. i don't remember much, all i remember is that it was some what near the school known as North End. Anyways, when i was nine years old we lived in an old duplex. no one, as far as we knew, ever rented the other side. i never really liked that house, i had strange feelings when i was alone in my room. i would always hear footsteps in the attic, and would always see shadows moving at night. one night, i remembered one of my brothers waking me up. he held my mouth shut with on hand and told me not to make a noise. he the pointed over to a heater. and what i saw..i will never forget. i saw an old woman. she was wearing a long blue night gown and had curly white wire hair. she was looking right at us. what she had resting on the heater was some more clothing. like she was showing them off. that was the first time i had ever seen a ghost. we didn't tell our mother or the land lord about what we had saw. another night in that house. i was trying to fall asleep and what not. i saw shadows dancing at the far end of my bed. i didn't scream. i always lied back and watch them dance.  then when i looked away, they would fallow my eyes. i would look at the  corner of my ceiling and i would see, what seemed to be cat-like eyes. i told my older brother about what i would experience every night. then one day we told our land lord about the old lady, and about the footsteps in the attic. he and my brother decided to go into the attic. i was not allowed to fallow them, they didn't tell me why. but when my brother and the land lord came back down, they wanted to talk to my mother. later on that week we decided to move out. mother didn't tell me why but brother told me as we were on our way to our new house. he told me that, what they had found was an old lady's skeleton in a rocking chair...

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