Real Ghost Story: A Hauting Of A Best Friends Dad – To understand my story, you first have to know a little about this family. My best friend “Jess” and her family were devoted Christians. Her father being a minister and her mother a Sunday school teacher. Her and her siblings raised in this strict Pentecostal Christian church in Nebraska.
In the winter of 1997, One Sunday evening her mother and father were on their way to church when they were involved in a car crash, injuring her mother, and taking her father’s life. Since his death, the family have fallen away from the church, the mother getting into a rebellious life style of drugs, alcohol and mayhem. “Jess’s” mother decided to build a new home across town from the house her and her husband had bought years before. Shortly after moving into the new house, “Jess’s” siblings moved out, leaving “Jess” alone with her mother.
Now jump ahead about five and a half years to 2003.
I am in the house, waiting on “Jess”. I’m alone on the main floor. The kitchen opens up into the living room, with just a two sided fire place in between. It’s Mid-Summer, and hot as ever. I’ve always had a slight uneasy feeling when coming into the house, kind of like someone is watching you, but I blew that off due to the many floor to roof windows that opened up into a forested area. While in the kitchen, the fire place (which was electric) turns on, disturbed I walked over to turn it off, when I reached for the switch, I felt something stop my hand and hold my hand against my side. I felt a breeze behind me, then I felt as if someone was (who I later determined was her dead father) telling me to get “jess” and get out. To leave and not return, something evil was happening in the home. I was so scared, I yelled for jess, and we ran out of the house.
In the car I told her what happened, thinking she’d think I’m crazy. She then told me she’d been seeing images of her dad throughout the house, sometimes she’d be a peace with the image, but other times he frightened her. We prayed for peace in that home.
About 6 months after this incident, it was long forgotten. Nothing else had happened. I was staying with “jess” at her house while her mother was out of town. “Jess’s” car was in the shop, so I had driven her to work. Realizing I left my phone in her house, I drive back over, going in through the garage and into the kitchen. As soon as I stepped into the house, I felt uneasy. I felt as if I was being watched. I remember leaving my phone on the kitchen counter, but it was not there, so I called it using the home phone and I heard my phone ringing in her mother’s bedroom (which is on the same floor). I walk through the living room, to her mother’s closed bedroom door, as I open the door I feel a heat on my back, I turn around and see the fire place is on, as I turn back towards her mother’s door, I find myself face to face with an image of her father. He looks as real as he did when he was alive, only, not as friendly as he was. I felt an evil presence. I was terrified. He smiled at me, an evil and chilling smile, stepped back as if to let me in the room, but something was telling not to enter the room. While feeling scared, I also felt calm. I knew the image (please keep in mind I keep calling it an image as I do not know what it was, I knew it was an entity.) in front of me was not her father, but demonic. I remember I kept concentrating on its eyes, and I’ll never know why I never once looked away.
Believing in the power of prayer, I prayed. I told this demonic thing to leave this house, and to leave this family alone. It seemed the entity grew angrier and angrier. The bed started shaking, books falling off shelves, lights flickering. As the image started towards me, I remember as I’m staring at… This evil thing approaching, I uttered these words “You are not “Tim.” you are evil and will leave this house, and this family alone, you are not “Tim.” you will leave, in the name of Jesus. And just as fast as it began, it stopped. I no longer felt scared, but calm. Walking out of the house I noticed my phone that was in “Jess'” mother’s room, on the kitchen counter where I previously left it.
It’s been 7 years, and a few odd things have happened. Doors flying open, lights turning on, seeing dark shadows. But nothing again happened like it did that summer afternoon.
I think her father was trying to protect the family from beyond. Wanting to stop the evil.
Source: yourghoststories