Lizzie Martinez
Bio
Little person, actor, published author of several books & other works, poet, Script Writer, Expert Paranormal Investigator/ Consultant/Instructor & Founder of my own paranormal business & Sensitive Medium.
Stories (32/0)
My True Ghost Story:
THE PEG LEGGED BOY When I was between 3 - 4 years of age my family lived in a small house. My family included my older brother and older sister. What I never knew till I was much older was that there was a woman who had her throat slit and died in the bathroom of the house, but oddly enough there was more going on in that little house than a woman who was sadly murdered. I first remember this being what I can only describe as, as the Grim Reaper. Since I had a bed in my parent’s bedroom this Grim Reaper would stand near the end of my bed and just stare at me it felt like past it’s cloak like cloth shrouding it’s face and arms. For a while the Reaper would come almost nightly then it stopped coming. Something else began to come for me instead. Something more terrifying in my mind. Something else to hurt and torment me almost nightly. Something else made sure I couldn't scream for help. I fought to free myself from its grasp and jump into my parents bed and lie between them. It watched me from the foot of the bed between the rails and glare. Do you want to know what this thing was? I believe now as I look back at it that this was the Grim Reaper that now changed itself into a Blonde haired, Blue Eyed little boy who had a peg leg. Yes, you read that right. I said a peg leg. Like a pirate with a peg leg. If you close your eyes, imagine a small child hearing another small child's footstep approaching from the kitchen. With each small step, there was a loud clop that dragged upon ceramic floor and then as your heart races faster you begin feel almost out of breath. You hear that small child step down from the kitchen into the bedroom and peek around the dresser that blocked the doorways view. That blonde haired boy with blue eyes slowly walking around the side of the dresser and standing there. First with a smile on his face. Then the smile became frightening and menacing and you could feel like you wanted to run but there was nowhere to go. His demeanor would change. He face turned into this evil look and that grin that would appear made you realize something bad was going to happen. The intensity and air of the room changes. My voice seeming to disappear as my parents lay nearby across the room and I couldn't even scream to get them as they slept. That child then charged at me. Removing his peg leg and hitting me with it until I was able to get free and jump into my parent’s bed. I could hear him behind me chasing to catch up to me so I couldn’t get away and every time I did and climbed in between my parents he’d stand at the end of the bed and look through the railings at the foot of the bed and sway back and forth. Expressionless. Letting the rails rub against his face as he pressed his face into the railings swaying back and forth. We locked eyes for what seemed like an eternity. Eventually I woke up and it was morning. As each day came, I always seemed to forget about each night and then when the evenings would hit and I knew it was time to go to bed, I’d remember why I was afraid to go to sleep. I was afraid to lay on the opposite side of the room from my parents bed because “that boy” would come and get me. He always come and get me. I would fight my mom to stay up and not go to sleep. She would think that I was just being a child who didn’t want to go to bed and I couldn’t explain what was going on. What I was seeing. What was after me.
By Lizzie Martinez4 years ago in Horror
Blinded by Bittersweet Symphony: Shattered Poetry
BEING ME There are so many feelings I feel unable to express your feelings mimic mine my identity scrutinized you don't mind if I'm miserable all to save face but there are things that I still want things I want to experience and you think I'm supposed to give it all up
By Lizzie Martinez4 years ago in Poets
Paranormal Sensitive
I’ve seen the paranormal since as far back as I can remember when I was three years of age. I remember visitors coming to my room when I was younger when my parents would be out in the living room and I was sent to bed. I thought my mom had her friends come over nightly to come see how I was doing and check on me. Most times I had fun with them. All of sudden, the nice visitors stopped coming and I had other visitors come and began to torment me.
By Lizzie Martinez4 years ago in Horror
The Other Woman
It’s hard to be in a relationship nowadays. Susie had a hard time being a little person and trying to find a real relationship. There were a lot of false hopes made at her expense and broken promises made as well. She had it rough starting out. Each made me feel less and less confident about myself as she recalled different situations she was in:
By Lizzie Martinez4 years ago in Humans
Is Your Mother-In-Law Toxic?
This day in age more and more people are finding it hard to keep relationships because of the toxic- -in-laws that come along with the new marriage. Sometimes it comes unexpectedly where the wife and/or husband is caught off guard by the change of the in-law(s).
By Lizzie Martinez4 years ago in Families