I decided to print a copy of my true ghost story from my blog here as well.I want to start this blog off by telling you my own true ghost story. My story happened about 3 years ago, and I feel that I need to tell you the background for my story in order for you to get the full picture of what was happining in my apartment. So I must warn you that this is an extremely sad story. Soon after I moved into an apartment in Lewisville Tx. I met one of my husbands cousins that I will call "Shalonda", and became friends with her for a brief time. She had 3 small childern, and I was excited to have these new members of my family in my life. This was not to last long. After a few months I realized I had to cut this friendship off, because Shalonda was having problomes with her the father of her children Mike, and draging me into the middle. This man was extremely violent and dangerous to anyone around him. One day one of her little boys supposedly left her apartment and went to play at another childs home. He never came back. I knew right away that Mike had something to do with the missng 6 year old. So many times I have heard stories from other family members and Shalonda herself about how abusive Mike was to all three of her kids, but he was especialy abusive towards the boy that came up missing, because he knew that the child was not really his even though Shalonda claimed he was. When the child came up missing everyone in the family was to scared of Mike to talk to the cops. This pissed me off because if someone was brave enough to call the cops before then this child would still be here today. So I decided to help with the investigation. I told the cops everything I knew, and met with them almost everyday for nearly a week. Day's went by and a huge search effort was made to comb the creek that ran through the apartments where Shalonda lived. I knew the child was not going to be in the creek and told the cops to check out Mike's car for eveidence. For some reason they waited a week to check his vehicles and just continued to search the creek even though Mike was now the number one suspect. Finaly on the night they decided to call off the search of the creek they went to one of Mike many girlfriends home and checked out Mike's car. When they opened up the trunk there was the childs body wraped up in a blanket. Mike had beaten the boy to death with a pole from the closet. The child was so badly beaten that he could only be identefied by the blanket. And so my ghost story begins. During the week of the investigation strange things started to happen in my apartment. For instance, I was sitting at my computer reading news about the case online when I heard something rusteling next to me. It was a box of books that I had sitting next to my computer desk. I couldnt see anything moving in it but I could hear it. I thought there may be a bug or something down in the box so I started to pull the books out to try and find whatever it was to squish it. I found nothing at all. Then later that night when I went to bed I heard what I thought was my toddler son up and rummaging through the toybox in his room, so I got up to put him back to bed, but my baby was fast asleep in his bed. I stood there for a minute wondering what I had heard , when the rummaging sound happend again rite in front of me. I could clearly hear the toys being moved around as if a child was digging through it looking for a certin toy, but again I coldnt see anything moving at all. Over the next few days both of those accernces repeated it's self daily but now I could feel myself being watched. I knew I was not alone. I tried not to be frightend by these things because I knew they were comming from the missing child. I guess is he was drawn to my home because my husband and I were the only people in the family with enough balls to talk to the cops and try and find this child. Then something really strange happend the night the boys body was found. My husband and I were watching t.v. when we distinctly heard a molodous tone come from a toy piano in my sons room. It was a very specific noise that couldnt be confused with anything else in the apartment. The piano played a short little song when it was turned on or when it shut it's self off after being on and not played with for a few minutes. You may be wondering why this is so strange being that I had a child in the house. Well you see about 2 months before the batteries had ran out of the piano and I removed them ! Plus my son was already asleep in his bed. The second I heard the piano go off I ran into my sons room and grabed it and then shot to the kitchen to retrieve a screwdriver. I ran back into the livingroom and told my husband to open up the battery casing and make sure there was no batteries in it. There wasnt ! Now I should let you know all of this happend very fast. From the time we heard the piano do it's little ditty untill the time my husband had removed the battery cassing from the toy was only a matter of maybe 20 to 30 seconds. Almost as soon as we got the cassing off and had just enough time to shoot eachother a WTF look someone knocked on my front door. It was my mother inlaw, and she was crying. She told us that the police had just found the body in Mike's trunk. Damn that was ironic that the moment we heard the toy go off is almost the exact moment my mother inlaw was headed accross the parking lot from her apartment to ours to give us the news dont you think? After my husband and I had cried for a while and had calmed down a bit we began to talk about how strange it all was. We came to the conculsion that it was the childs way of thanking us for helping the police to find his body and put Mike away, and that he was also probably saying goodby to us. We were wrong. The child wasnt ready to leave yet, but nothing else happend that night. The next few days was quiet. A few days later my husband went to the funeral, but I stayed home because I didnt feel comfortable taking my small child to it. He was just to little to understand what was going on with the little boy he had played with just a few months ago, or why everyone was sad and crying. Anyways that night we went to bed around midnight. As exhausted as I was couldnt sleep. I turned on my side facing the wall, and layed there for a while trying to fall asleep. Then all of a sudden I started to to get anxious and scarred. Then I got this feeling that if I turned over I was going to see something I didnt want to see. I decided not to turn over and just closed my eyes tight. Adventuialy I fell asleep. I must have been asleep for only and hour or so when I woke up with the same uneasy feeling that if I turned over I was going to see something I didnt want to see. I layed there for a few minutes debating wether or not I was going to look and see if something was there. Then I finaly found the guts to do it. What the f@$ is that I said out loud. I grabed my husbands arm and yanked him one time so hard he immedeatly woke up. Again I said what the f@$% is that, but this time to my husband Jeremy. Then he saw what I was freaking out about. In the open door frame of our bedroom was a flippin huge ball of pulsating blue light near the celling. It must have been bigger than one of those huge colorful balls you can buy at the grocery store for your kids. The thing must have been there for at least a minute and a half just pulsating in the doorway before if vanished. I kept asking my husband to reach over and switch on the bedside lamp but we were both frozen in fear for a minute. Finaly he reached over and clicked the switch of the lamp. The second he did all of the electircity in the whole building went out! No shit, every apartment in our building had lost it's electricity, and didnt get it back untill around 8:00 in the morning. After we managed to pull our selvs together we lit every candle we could find and pulled the matress off of our bed and put it in the livingroom floor. We were not about to sleep in that bedroom that night! The next day I stayed in the living room all day. I wouldnt even go to the bathroom because Jeremy was at work and couldnt go with me, and the bathroom was directly in front of my bedroom. My son was still in diapers and didnt need to go into the bathroom either. Of course when Jeremy got home from work I was about to bust so I had him go into the bathroom with me. The first thing we noticed was that the mirror was fogged up like someone had just taken a hot shower, but noone had been in the bathroom for at least 9 hours. Then we noticed that there was a handprint in the fog on the top left hand side of the mirror. It was the handprint of a small child, clear as day. We racked our brains trying to find a cause for it. We ruled out that it was the handprint of our own child because it was to large to be our Exzavior's. He was only 1 year old at the time and was too short to even see himself in the mirror let alone touch it. This was the last time we saw evidence of Shalonda's dead child visiting us. I guess the handprint he left was his way of saying goodby. You may be wondering why I am still avidly seeking ghosts when this so clearly freaked me out. The answer is that I find the paranormal fasinating and cant wait to have more ghostly experiances , but just not in my own home. I would of been fine if it would to us anywhere else. It's just that it is a throughly creepy feeling knowing that there is someone there that you cant see watching you, even if it is a precious little boy. When I was a little girl I lived in a haunted house, as you can see from my profile pic, but I was too young to understand the things going on in my houe , so I dont have much memory of those things. As I grew up and I became obsessed with the prospect of ghosts. I use to think about how cool it would be to live in a haunted house, and have hardcore ghostly experiances. I still do want to have more encounters with ghosts, but just not in my own house. I will probably always hunt for another encounter with a spirit, but I pray it wont be in my own home.