A Real Life Ghost Story

This is a TRUE STORY... Even if yer a skeptic, read it... it will be worth yer time ;)

When my ex had just moved out and I was all of the sudden a single mother of three small children (3 yo-5mos). I think half of me was just plain delusional and the other half in denial that he really left. I mean, after all... how would he leave me with the responsibility of three kids he helped father?

So anyway, I was laying in bed one night and it was really late. And as I lay there, in my second story apartment, I hear a "scratch, scratch, scratch" above me... like something was scratching on the roof. To my knowledge, there were no trees remotely close to that part of the roof... I had no idea what it was, but it wouldn't go away.

scratch, scratch, scratch

...

scratch, scratch, scratch

As I lay there tossing, becoming increasingly aware of this sound, I started to get very anxious and nervous. I didn't have a phone to call someone to calm me down. So I just lay there still in bed, trying not to even hear myself breathe.

scratch, scratch, scratch

I could not for the life of me figure out what this sound was, but I was starting to get scared. And it was only getting louder.

My kids... all I could worry about was my kids. Maddie lay at my feet in her basinette... so little and helpless. She was only 5 mos old... and totally relied solely on her momma for help if she needed anything.

It grew louder.

scratch, scratch, scratch

Reagan and Ian sleep peacefully in the next room not knowing of anything going awry.... but they too needed their momma for basically everything. I was beginning to panic

scratch, scratch, scratch

What was I gonna do? and what was that sound. Someone was up there scratching on something. I knew that's what it was now... but why? Why would they be in the attic, or rafters, or whatever the place had? And why did they choose MY apartment to scratch over. Were they scratching INTO my house? Was the deadbolt really too hard to get thru?

The entrance to the attic was right outside my apartment door. I couldn't risk fleeing out that door if there was someone who came into my apartment. After all, what are the odds that this menacing killer, or horrible rapist, or whatever he wanted to do with my family, that he didn't have a partner... a lookout. Someone posted right outside my door. Right at the bottom of the Attic entrance. I had to think fast.

scratch, scratch, scratch

I lay there in absolute fright... my eyes concentrating on the ceiling right where the scratch was getting louder and louder. I was gonna grab Maddie and bolt the minute I saw the plaster start falling from the ceiling onto my bed. But until then, I lay frozen in fear

louder. LOUDER. LOUDER
scratch, scratch, scratch

My plan. What was my plan?!?! My Kids depended on me. It's sink or swim. I needed to save them.

scratch, scratch, scratch

I would grab Maddie, and run across the hall to Reagan and Ian. They had toddler beds. I was gonna throw the mattresses to the ground below... and then jump out. Reagan would hold Maddie, and drop her down to me, and then both the other kids would drop down to me as well

scratch, scratch, scratch

I was starting to work up a mild sweat as I lay waiting for my time to come. I would save my babies. I would save myself. I would not be murdered in my bedroom. I would never let him hurt us.

scratch, scratch, scratch

OMG what if Reagan wouldn't do it? What if she wouldn't hold Maddie for me to jump down first? What if it was too far down and the kids wouldn't jump to me? What if I jumped and was safe, and then the maniac got to my kids before I could convince them to jump? How would I live with myself? This plan was NOT going to work.

scratch, scratch, scratch

I would drop the mattresses down, and then I would drop Reagan and Ian down on the mattresses, and hope they just didn't get hurt too bad. Then I would jump with Maddie in my arms and hope that she didn't get hurt either. It was all about keeping my kids safe. I would save my kids. This murderer would NOT hurt us.

scratch, scratch, scratch

This was my plan. I couldn't wait to grab Maddie until I saw plaster falling. I got up and grabbed my sweet innocent child who was sleeping so peacefully, and I took her ever so quietly into the kids' bedroom. I sat down with her in my lap, careful not to wake any of them. I would be ready when he came. Ready to save us all.

Even from the other room I could hear the scratches if I strained my ears. It was much quieter in the kids' room and I was surrounded by my little children... who had NO IDEA what was about to happen.

scratch, scratch, scratch

I sit with my back against the wall, ready for the intruder. And I wait.

and wait...

and wait...

and wait.

I can barely hear the scratching over the breathing of my children

scratch, scratch, scratch

It's almost an hour later, and I am still waiting... and still hearing scratching... but now I can't tell if the scratching is in my head because I heard it for so long, or if the serial killer is still scratching his way into my apartment still.

scratch, scratch, scratch

My eyes are getting so hard to keep open. They sting and feel sticky I have been awake for so long. They were heavy and I felt like it was all in my power I could do to keep them open.

I would just rest them a bit but still listen carefully for any sounds in the apartment. Still listen for someone falling thru the ceiling and onto my waterbed in the other room. I would hear anything that happened, and I would save my kids.

I rested them for so long.....


that I fell asleep.

Exhausted, Delirious, and Delusional.

I woke up the next morning with the kids all happy that I slept in their room. How exciting that Mommy came to sleep with us... they were dancing around me. And Maddie even got to sleep with them too. How special was that?!?! Reagan couldn't contain her excitement.

If they only knew *rolls eyes in embarrassment*