Bailey...

My little brother was the one who told me about this weird website. Doesn't seem that legit after reading some other stories, but he said its the best place to post anything paranormal and/or psychedelic things I have witnessed. So why not. I don't want to post a video on YouTube of me explaining this unless I wanna be called a "schizophrenic who lives in a basement". Also, why don't I just hire a "Ghost Hunter" to solve this problem? I just feel I won't get the real truth behind what has been going on.
It all started on June 4, 2012 right after school let out for the summer. Me and my little brother (Bailey) always like to spend our summer days at our Grandma's house with its huge open yard and a rope swing in her old barn. My grandmother has been living at this old brick-layered farm house for over 60 years now and nothing paranormal has ever been witnessed her before until my grandpa died back in 2004. He was having severe groin problems and his spine was really ready to give out, and my dad said he smoked faggs since he was in his thirtys. But besides his health he was my grandma's love child and was my family's titillating satisfaction, he had such joy for life and when he was dying in the hospital he cried so much because he really didn't want to leave. This was so painful to watch, noting that I was only seven at the time, to watch my grandpa go under these circumstances. He really couldn't cope with his fate and I will never forget his last words to me..."I will not die, I'm just being reborn yah' hear me Hunter?"...by the way my names Hunter.
So let's begin this creepy tale. My grandma always lets me and Bailey go outside and play in the barn and run with the animals out in the dead cornfields. We just did the usual at her house and nothing seemed odd until my brother heard rattling in her barn. My grandma was having trouble with homeless people literally sleeping in her barn recently so I just figured it was another homeless fellow. But as curious as me and Bailey are we just went to solve the noise for ourselves, besides it could be a sweet raccoon. We came closer to the broken and smelly barn and heard the eeriest sound of a roar almost a sound of what a dying bear would scream like after being caught in a trap. We rushed away from there and went back to my grandma's house for the rest of the night. We told our grandma but she insisted it was merely a honey badger?
Later that night the sun was barely still up and I was upstairs in my grandma's guest bedroom and I peered out in the barn where he we heard the "badger" but all I could see was a hunched over body figure staring back at me. White-faced he was grinning and looked very wrinkled in the face. He had a cloak on him that was black but it was whitened too. It had to be a ghost, he was much to bright and glowing all around. I ran out of that room like Skeeter from Nickelodeon's Doug and grabbed my camera and took off outside towards the barn. I didn't tell my grandma or Bailey what I was doing I just said I was gonna ride my bike around the block. I ran behind the house and caught the spirit sitting their in the cornfield, back bent and peering back at me like a deer in the headlights. The spirit was armless it hovered over the corn but I think it legs were bent back in a "V" formation. He never coward or moved just stood there and moved slowly to the left of the barn and kept on waving back and forth like he wanted me to follow.. I didn't of course, but then I snapped a photo of him, this is were I started growing massive goosebumps all over. He eyes went straight from white to deep blood-shot red right after the flash from the camera was done and had taken the photograph. He looked very angry and nervous and spoke very low and said so softly it was hard to make out "I need him, I need him to live". I was shaking that this spirit was speaking and created a voice. I've watched many things I didn't realize they could speak. So I answered back very doubtful for a response "who do you need to live?" I asked the spirit. The next part I was shocked and horrified with what his next spoken word was. It was one word and one word only, but it was enough to rattle anyone's bones. He said "Bailey...". Yes my little brother. He wants my brother to live. This was petrifying and I wanted to run but I was frozen to the ground, the spirit finally just kept walking behind the barn until it just fell through the grass and vanished.
I left my grandmother's house the next day but never have I forgotten that night to this day. I never told any family member this issue but I guess I have to soon since it's on this website now. I've come to conclusion that spirit was my grandpa's ghost. I figured this out because he died with a bad back and the ghost seemed to have the same issues with his back, always hunched over and the ghost even touched his back as if it was still a relevant symptom to his soulless body. Now that's a far stretch to say but I think it was him because my grandpa said "I will not die, I'm just being reborn yah' hear me Hunter?". Being reborn? One fact I didn't mention is that my little brother Bailey, the one the ghost wants to have was born a week later after my grandfather had died. Now I'm scared to face the fact that my grandfather is still suffering and wants my brother's body so he can be reborn and live on through his body. I really don't want my brother to be possessed by a ghost in his body. I really don't want to release this story to any public forum but I'm scared. I always hear the word "Bailey..." late at night at my house and now our funfilled grandma's house is only a nightmare to me. But my little brother loves playing near that barn, but we want me to play too. My grandpa loved that barn, he raised his animals and children in and around that barn. Now I feel he wants to control my brother and enter his body. That barn is cursed by my grandpa. I will release the photo as intended but it's not the best I could have done but I was shaken at the time of the flash. What's going to happen to me I can't believe this is real. Did he really even speak to me? I don't know but I feel my brother needs to be kept away from that barn. Or else he will not be the brother I've grown with. Applejack had no say in this.
P.S. This is not the grandpa I know and love anymore, this is a soulless floating demon who wants nothing but a body to possess. I will never forget his one word and that is "Bailey..." goodbye... I will never sleep again.
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