Brandon Jones
Bio
I have experienced a great deal of paranormal activity in my life. I would like to share my stories with you.
Stories (3/0)
The Green Light Bulb
Naomi and Stephanie King were 13-year-old sisters. They were each other's best friend. They were identical twins and they had an amazing relationship with her parents. Both girls stood about 5'6" tall and had long hair like their mother. Naomi was book smart and had a compassionate heart. Most people said that one day she would be a doctor. Stephanie took after her father's interests. He was an artist that liked to paint landscapes onto canvas. Both sisters were going through a really hard time.
By Brandon Jones3 years ago in Fiction
The Woman and The Plantation
I was standing in a large front yard. In front of me was a plantation style home. It was a huge white double story plantation style mansion. I had never seen anything like it before. I could hear people to left of me. It sounded as though they were talking. No that wasn’t it. I believe I can hear someone crying. I walked about 300 meters and I could see two African women sitting on the ground. One was crying intensely on to the older woman’s shoulder. They appeared to be mother and daughter. The two of them wore similar clothing to each other. It reminded me of what you saw servants wearing in the old movies. I still found it unbelievable that slaves were ever owned. The whole concept on slavery angered me. I heard the young woman say, “I couldn’t do nothing Mama. Why didn’t she talk to me? I could have helped her. She was my friend Mama.” Her mother replied, “I know Sweety. But you listen to me, Ebony. The mother pointed towards the plantation. That girl in there, she needs your prayers.” The daughter continued to cry. I asked the mother if she was going to be okay. But no one responded to me. I tried again and still no response. I walked around and sat down right in front of the both and they couldn’t see me. However, the minute I saw the younger girl she reminded me of someone. It took just a second before I remembered her from the Jail cell dream. She had grabbed the brown-haired woman from my other dream. They couldn’t see or hear me. Was I just a spectator to all this? I made my way back to the plantation to investigate what was happening.
By Brandon Jones3 years ago in Horror
The Apparition
My name is Brent Johnson. But off course I had already told you that before. I have just finished my shift at the abattoirs, and I am on my way home. As I was driving home from work, I thought to myself “Things didn’t seem like they could get any worse. Despite all my efforts it seemed like Rose kept drifting further and further away from me.” I was so confused because she said that she wanted to be with us and make it work. She said she had been getting help. Yet she always seems so angry with me. At least she is giving Kim attention. My mind usually wondered like this on the way home. Over the last couple weeks Rose had been acting very strange. Maybe I am overthinking it. After all she had run off before and stated that she wanted to make things work. She said that she was getting help to address post-natal depression. But in the time, I have been here; she has not had a single appointment. I really should bring that up to her but anytime I try to bring up an issue she gets upset and starts getting emotional.
By Brandon Jones3 years ago in Horror