There is said to be a witch named Mary Sticham....In Layfette OH....She
was killed in a witch trial from what I know...She haunts the graveyard in a
little little town...there a few tombstones...and them there is a hill below
with more stones...they are so old...u can bearly read them...But a friend
of my fathers use to go out there and party ...they would try to see her...When
they killed her they cut her head off :( and buried in a another
grave....Said to be at midnight she goes looking for her head....Well they
were out there partying that night...and my Dad;s friends was walking down
the hill when he got hit with a apple some girl that was with them through
at him....and he woke up the next morning next to a grave with his last name on
it....He totally freaked....cause this is a small town and everyone knew
everyone...and noone had his last name....he couldn't find any info about
the grave...but he is still freaked....also they have got spooked out there
...and couldn't start their bikes...but could start them after they got down
the hill....said strange lights are up there...we have a video of the
graveyard with the man telling the tale...pretty spooky...plus he lived with
ghosts in his house....hope everyone likes e-mail me if u know about this
graveyard or u wanna chat...
I'll Never Forget...
I had an experience a few years ago that I'll never forget...I stayed in
a three level house in an older section of the city. This section is a
regal type of area but the houses date back to the beginnings...
The house had 2 living rooms, a small kitchen ,big verandah on front of
house and 1/2 bathroom on main level. The second floor had 2 connected
bedrooms and master bedroom with another verandah which ended up on top
of veranda on main floor. There was a full bathroom on this floor also
with, get this, a hanging type of verandah that led off from the
bathroom. Nobody used this verandah which went to the back of house. On
the 2nd there was a small spiral staircase that led to the 3rd
floor...there were 2 bedrooms here...this is where I stayed...
It was a hippie type of setting in that there was a bunch of friends
living together...mind you this happened in the early 80's. About the
3rd night of my being in my new surroundings I began to feel quite
depressed to the point that I felt suicidal & I didn't know why. When
comparing stories later with another person that had lived there with
me, I found out that I wasn't the only one to experience suicidal
thoughts. Along with my suicidal thoughts that night, I had another
strange thought go through my head right then, "There's a girl in here
right now." I wondered what I was doing thinking stupid like that. You
see, I left this house before anyone else and I was the last person to
find out that a strange girl(and she was also malicious) was being seen
by the ones who weren't smart like me to move out earlier. I basically
kept to myself while I was living there and I was given my space. Life
in that house got spookier...One night as I was washing my hair in the
sink (2nd floor), and the doornob behind me, which led to verandah,
began to jiggle and make a sound like someone was playing with the
doornob. Of course I was spooked. I would stop and look at the
doornob,with soap running down my face, and wonder what was going on. I
mustered enough courage to open the door to see who was in the
verandah...nobody. So I thought I must be imagining things & then
proceeded to finish my hair. The doornob jiggled again. I would stop
washing my hair, look at the doorknob, and then the jiggling would stop.
I tried the more to hurry up with my hair. Everytime I started to wash
my hair the jiggling would continue until I looked at the doorknob. I
was quite scared. I only got my hair done that night because I got a
friend to talk to me while I did my hair. In the meantime different
people were having their own experiences. On one of the rare occaisons
when there was hardly anybody in the house, one of my friends was about
to ascend to the 2nd floor when a pillow came rolling down the stairs.
She began to question whoever was around if they were the prankster. At
that time I was on the 3rd floor reading a book and she questioned me
also. We didn't say much more to each other about the odd incident but I
know people living in this house were beginning to talk and compare
their experiences. A bad habit of mine at one time was to stay up watch
TV and drink coffee all night. Just once I tried to do this in this
house. I found I couldn't do this because when I did attempt to enjoy my
favorite pasttime, I felt such an such a feeling that someone was
watching me and I knew that I was the only one up. I also felt so very
scared that I just didn't dare stay up any longer. I quickly trashed
that idea. I would find out later from my other friends who tried to be
up alone that they would experience someone calling their name in a
whispering voice. I'm really glad that didn't happen to me...Finally I
couldn't stay there anymore because I was so depressed. I felt like
everybody was friends but me (depressing thoughts). I asked my mom if I
could come back to live at home. I was glad when she said yes. I didn't
bother to let anybody know my plans to leave...I just thought I would do
my friends a favor before I left and that was to leave the house
spotless & clean. So on one particular day, when no one was around, I
began to clean. I even made myself a pot of coffee. I got my clothes
ready. Meanwhile I was feeling more & more jumpy. I was even scared to
leave my packed clothes on the 3rd floor and get them when I left. I was
that jumpy and I still didn't think the reasons were that the house was
haunted. So I took my clothes and propped open the front door with them.
I managed to finish cleaning one living room when suddenly an
overpowering feeling of fear overtook me so that I dropped everything
that I was doing and literally ran out the front door grabbing my
clothes as I left. I got outside and took a long look at the house and
walked away. I'll also never forget the feeling of relief & peace I felt
as I got further & further away from the house. I was never on too great
on talking terms with some of the people there afterward because I was
quite depressing to be around when I was living there. One night I was
visiting an one of the old friend's when all of a sudden the sound of
many rushing feet came throught the door. Here it was the good ole gang.
They had fled that house in fear because they were beginning to see the
spirit of a girl there beginning to manifest itself exactly about the
time I left there! I'll never forget...
I have had no choice but to believe in the "other side" from as early as
I can remember.
My first and only visual confrontation with a spirit occurred when I was
between 2 & 3 years old.
My mother had put me in a crib in her room for a nap while she went
downstairs and continued her housework. No one else was in the house
but her and I.
I remember waking from my nap and holding on to the rails of the crib
while yelling "Ma, come get me". The house was very large, and I could
hear her walking about downstairs. I felt very impatient about getting
out of the crib and remember sizing up the railings to decide whether or
not to climb out.
I continued to yell, "Ma, come get me" and out of the corner of my eye
I saw "something" glide off of my mother's bed and materialize into a
grey, shape. It precisely glided forward, and then towards me and
extended its "arms" out to me! I backed away from the rails, and
uttered "No, not you!" I didn't know anything about spirits, but I knew
that witnessing this was shocking.
The figure immediately retracted to exactly where it had come from,
including flattening back out on my Mother's bed.
In a matter of seconds, my Mother appeared in the doorway. I told her
that "something" else had tried to lift me out. She looked frightened
for a moment and then told me that I was dreaming, but all of this had
occurred while I was awake and waiting for her. I didn't understand,
then, why she hadn't given more credance to such an unusual event.
My grandmother had passed away when I was age 2, I later learned. I
believe that her spirit had tried to show me kindness, however I never
felt comfortable alone in an empty room of that house.
In the next ten years my own mother passed away. My brother, father.
and I all experienced strange occurrences of one kind or another.
My father told me years later (when I was in my late 20s) that he too
believed that the house was haunted and it was only when he gave away my
Grandmother's bedroom set and her giant framed photographs, that the
unusual goings on had ended.
I am not sure that they have ended. I haven't lived in that house for
28 years, but often wonder.
By: "Jackie Moore"
Okay, I've always thought about ghosts but it all started when I moved to Litchfield, Minnesota.
We remodeled an old farm house that had 5 fires in it. One day I was cooking in the kitchen and
all of a sudden the towel caught on fire. It was terrible. That wasn't even the worse of it.
One night I came home from work and my brothers wouldn't go to bed so I sent them up stairs. All
of a sudden there was pounding on the walls upstairs. I went upstairs and outside to check and
at that time my brothers were down stairs crying. So I called my boyfriend first and then my mom
who was at work too. I was crying so she came home instantly and we prayed. That hasn't happened
since. Then I was taking a shower one morning and on the mirror was DIE. I wasn't too afraid cuz
I thought it was my siblings but no one was home. So I was afraid. Another incidence is this
little t.v. we have doesn't stay on. I'm convinced that I have ghosts and it really scares me.
Lately I moved to Hutchinson and I experienced something else that I found unexplainable. One
night I was just watching television and the fire alarms in my apartment went off. They aren't
battery operated either. Freaky huh. Well there are my stories.
My Friends Experience
By: "ALISTAIR STEWART"
Recently my friend was in bed when she saw a figure in the corner of her room. It was a little
girl with no face (It was grey with no features except two black holes for eyes) but the rest of
her body was visable. She was wearing denim dungarees and her hair was in pigtails she also
discribed some sort of small hat (quaker's style) but wasn't sure. The girl slowly came towards
her but then disappeared when she shouted loudly. We are trying to find some sort of explanation
for this and we would be grateful if you could help.
My Ghost "SAM"
I have lived with "ghosts" every since I can remember. The house I lived in
while I was growing up is haunted by a blonde child (boy I think). The only
way you can see this ghost is out of the corner of your eye, you never can
see him looking straight ahead. He runs up and down the hall (which ends
into the kitchen). You can see the hallway/kitchen entrance from the
livingroom and for years I would see him run by, but I always thought it was
my little brothers (who were the same height and blonde). Until one night
my parents were gone and my four brothers and I were sitting in the livingroom
with the lights off watching T.V. and I saw him run from the kitchen and
down the hall, I sat there for a minute wondering what my little brothers were
into. Then I realized everyone that was in the house was in the livingroom
with me. I always knew the house was haunted, but I never thought I had
ever seen the spirit until that night. Then I realized I had been seeing it for
years. I told my brothers about it and we all decided to call this spirit
Sam, because we didn't know if it was a girl or boy and Sam seemed
It seemed to be attached to just me, cause I was the only one who could see
it and my room was the region of its source somehow. My room was always the
coldest room in the house no matter what time of year. I grew up in
Oklahoma and the summer's out here aren't very nice, but my room was always cold.
Cold to where I would need a comforter and blankets every single night!
Some nights Sam (I hope that is who it was) would shake my bed and wake me up
in a fright, leaving me there wondering if the bed was really still moving or was
it just my heart pounding. I was too scared to move or open my eyes to see.
Some nights he would turn on my radio waking me up and wondering if my
little brothers were being brats again only to find them sound asleep in their
There was one night that I was not quite asleep yet, I was lying on my back
with one of my arms up resting on my forehead, when I felt this cold breeze
on my arm and then something just threw my arm off of my forehead and onto
my chest and then the radio came on. It was so fast I didn't know what had
happen until I thought about it. Soon after, I moved out and in with my
sister (who really needs to submit her stories), when I was 16. My parents
moved a couple of years later, but they still own the house. When I was
24 I had gotten a divorce from my first husband and moved back into the house
with my two children. I made the room that use to be mine into a toy room, I
really didn't need them to sleep in there. Then I meet my second husband
and he moved in with us. The next thing I know Mark (my second/present husband)
is asking me if anyone has every died in the house. I told him that I
really didn't know and asked him why. He told me that the toyroom light keeps
flicking on and off. It freaked him out really bad. I explained to him
that there was a spirit in the house and we have always called him Sam and if Sam
freaked him out too bad to tell him to just go to bed. Then Mark was able
to see him, only out of the corner of his eye, running up and down the
It would freak him out pretty bad and he hated it when it would happen while
I wasn't home (he feels safe when I am at home even now, because he says I
know how to handle the spirits! I'm just not afraid of them is all). But
soon he got use to telling Sam to go to bed, when he would say that the
happenings would stop for a night or two and then start up again. We lived
there for two years and then moved out. It is empty right now, until my
parents sale it, for some reason everytime they try to sale it something
happens and it never sales. Well there is the start of my little
adventures. I have more because that is one of my hobbies "Ghosts Hunting"
is what my sisters and I call it. I will have to submit the story about the
one that followed me home one night, but that will come later. Hope you
enjoyed. Not quite scary, but adventful.
My Great Aunt's House
My great aunt Marion had 3 sons; Murphy, Peter and Victor. Peter was the
oldest, and when he was in his early 30s, he killed himself in her house.
was staying with her while going through a divorce, and he was very
depressed. One day while my aunt was at work, he took all the pills in her
medicine cabinet (and there were a lot - Marion had a heart condition) and
drank most of a bottle of vodka. My poor aunt found him dead on the floor in
her den when she came home that evening. Then, within a few months, Murphy,
who was in his late twenties, was diagnosed with some rare kind of cancer
died of it within 6 months. A few months following that, my grandfather
died, and grandmother went to live with Marion, her sister. A few months
later, my grandmother died of a stroke on Maron's living room couch. (Poor
Aunt Marion, you'd think all that shock and grief would have finished her
off, what with her already having heart problems.) All these deaths happened
in the time span of about year. The next Valentine's Day rolled around,
and when Marion came home from work, her housekeeper told her she "couldn't
get the hearts up of the carpet in the den". She didn't understand what the
lady was talking about, so she went into the den to have a look. There were
hearts, in a pattern like footsteps, leading from the doorway of the room to
the place where Peter was found. In that space was a great big heart, a
couple of feet wide. It was like someone had brushed the nap of the carpet
in the opposite direction to draw the heart shapes into the carpet. The
housekeeper told my aunt she'd vacuumed over it numerous times, and done
everything she could think of to get rid of them, but they wouldn't go
Marion got down on her hands and knees and tried to brush the hearts away
with her hands. But they just wouldn't go. They finally called the
University of Maryland, who promptly came out and investigated. They
confirmed it as an actual psychokinetic phenomenon. As far as I know, the
hearts are still there today. Marion thought it was a message from Peter; a
valentine to say he loved her and that he was sorry he killed himself (and
for doing it in her house). My mother thinks it was grandmother, because
"she was so sweet and that's just the sort of thing she would do -send a
valentine to her sister". Other relatives thought it might be Murphy for
some reason I can't remember, but I think it was Peter, because the "foot
steps" lead to the big heart that was in the place where they found him.
The whole thing clearly says Peter to me. Spooky, huh? Definitely. But also
kind of neat, because to me, it's more proof that there is life after
And it's also neat to know that they can communicate with us, and that maybe
our loved ones who go on before us get to watch over us, or at least come
back and visit us sometimes, even if we aren't always aware of it.
My House is Haunted
My name is Albert ,I am 12 years old. My house is very haunted. I know
that on the website you must have many stories about people living in
haunted houses. However my story is truly unique. My grandmother would never come
into my house because she knew it was haunted. She never said anything about
it but I knew. She can tellthe history of a house by just taking one step
in. She would either like the feeling or dislike the feeling of the house. She
is afraid of my house.
It all started back when I was 8 years old. Me my brother and my pop-pop
were outside looking for arrowheads. We found two. When it started to get
dark we went inside for bed. In the middle of the night I awoke and I did
not know why. So I went and got some water. a came back to my room and found a
tall green man walkingacross my room and through the wall. I was in the
state of shock. Isnapped out of it a few minutes later and I slept in the living
room. When I was ten my favorite cat died. He was black and white and always
slept on my bed. I had a dream one night that he had come back from the dead
and was running around the house terrorizing me and my family. When I woke
up I was covered with black and white cat hairs.
Everybody thinks that I should get my parents to move somewhere else but
I won't. Because if it is haunted what will happen to the next family who
lives here? I'm not leaving until I find out what's going on.
My Story and a Little Advice
By: Emily N Wallace
Hi. I read your story about your encounter with the ghosts. I do believe in ghosts because when
I was a little girl I lived in a haunted house. I don't believe in human spirits bound to the
earth however. I only believe in demons. When Satan was thrown out of Heaven he took angels with
him. Those became demons. I believe sometimes they take human form, just as I believe God's
angels do the same. Anyway, they are not usually a pleasant thing to have around, whatever they
are. Here's my story.
The house that I lived in for the first four years of my life was haunted. It was not haunted
when we left. I'm not sure how old I was when the demons were driven out, but I think I was about
18 months old. I don't remember any of this. The entire account has been told to me by my family
. My father was a pastor of a church that was on the same lot as the house. The house and the
church were, literally, 5 steps away from each other. What makes this so odd is, the house and
the church were both haunted. There are so many stories from different people that heard and
saw different things, this story is going to be very choppy. I know that it already is. Just
bear with me. My dad would be working in his office in the church and hear noises. Footsteps,
doors banging, and he got strange phone calls some times. My sister, who would practice the
piano and singing in the church also heard these things. A lovely old women at the church said
that she heard demons laughing and playing in the church. In the house, or the parsonage, as
we called it, there were many more strange things. The door bell would ring constantly for no
reason. My aunt was sleeping on the couch one night and thought she heard something. It sounded
like ladies having a prayer meeting. She got up to look around to see if a TV or radio was on,
and nothing was. She went back to sleep. She woke up again and saw a woman standing near a
window. She went back to sleep. (My aunt has seen such things before, I don't think it bothered
her.) A friend of my parents staying with us saw the same thing at a different time. Neither
my aunt or this friend had spoken with each other about this. An evangelist and his wife were
staying in one of our bedrooms. During the night a hand started choking the wife. The only thing
she could do was squeeze her husband's hand to wake him up. He woke up and told it to go away in
the name of Jesus. It let go of her.
Now you have to understand my father was not one to get into the ghost thing. Neither was the
friend who saw the woman, like my aunt did. I would never expect him to admit our house had been
haunted but he did. I didn't hear all of this until I was much older and it shocked me. Anyway,
everyone at church must have found out about all this activity. At some point they all got
together and prayed through the church and through the house. No priests needed, no rituals, or
holy water. Just some good ole church folks praying. After they prayed, all the activity stopped
. You see, they told those demons something very important. To go away in the name of Jesus. That
name is very important. It has authority. It is the only thing that can drive them away. The
My advice to you or anyone you know struggling with a ghost problem is to find someone who goes
to a Pentecostal church to help pray the problem away. I say Pentecostal because those are
people that know about spiritual warfare. I go to the Church of God of Prophecy. I know you
must think I'm some kind of religious nut rambling on here but my story is true. I believe your
story because I know that if you tell a ghost to go away it will quit bothering you. It probably
did stick around though. And I also know that it is a bad thing to call a ghost back. They can't
be helped. These aren't people who need rest. These are fallen angels who are damned. They don't
shy away at crosses or any other religious relic. They only respond to a person who is saved by
the blood of Jesus and rebukes them in the name of Jesus. No demon is afraid of any human. That
includes priests, or any other kind of minister. Remember my father was a very wonderful
minister and we had demons in our house. The only person they are afraid of is Jesus Christ.
Call on Jesus, and let Him remove the spirits.
I'm sorry this e-mail was so horrendously long. I do hope this helps you or someone else in some
My Ungodly Experiances
When I was about 3 in 1987 me and my mom lived with my moms best friend in Gibraltar ,Michigan.
He was a mean old man but helped my mother out with tremendlessly,but what she didnt know is
that he was malesting me while he watched me . I was to young to know it was wrong so of cource
I never told her. About a year later we moved in with my cousin cause her friend " Lester" lost
the house. I'd say 2try later my mom got a call from him asking us to come live with him again,
so we did. He passed on 2 yrs later. In his car out in front of the house, he had a heart attack.
He left everything to my mom even his GHOSTLY car.
It all started one day about 2 or 3 years after Lesters death, We were at my moms friends house
and was getting ready to leave and I when out to the car to warm it up and listen to the radio
( in the car he died in). I looked up to see if my mom was coming yet and I looked back at the
radio I seen something out of the corner of my eye, so I looked it was him laying there
motionless with a mist all around him, I got out of the car and ran in the house and told
my mom what I had seen, she tried to tell me it was my imagination. But I knew what I saw.
It was calm till I turned 12 thats when most of it started. One day I got ready for bed, and I
had to slam the door and pull on it to make sure it was shut and lock it cause it was old , and
thats what I did. So I was laying on the couch right beside the door when it opened forcefully
and slammed against the couch. I shot off the couch but thought it was my mom back from work ,
she is the only one with a key ,but her car was no where and no one was at the neighbors so I
was stunded cause I knew I shut and locked it.
Then it occured to me it was him. That was probably the worst thing that happened. But glasses
would fall off the dish drainer and brake, tv would turn off and on in the middle of the night
along with the stereo, walls would shake when they are as sturdy as a brick, I'd hear glasses
hit in the kitchen like a cheers or something,washer would turn on and off by its self. The worst
was when I'd be sleeping and I'd feel something grab my arm. My dog would look at things that
but I seen nothing .
Well now I have moved out of that house and have no things happening .So thank you for listening
to my story.
While reading others stories I felt that I would like to share my own.
When I was a little girl I had a Nana, my mothers grandmother , that adored me and I was her
constant companion. She used to tell me stories and give me treats even though dinner would be
cooking and she wasnt suposed to..(thats what Nana's are for) she used to say to me.
At the age of 7 I was sleeping in my bedroom when I woke up cold and decided to shut my bedroom
window.As I got up to go to the window I noticed my Nana sitting in my rocker in the corner of
my room. I was a little shocked that she had come over to our house but I was also excited
because I Loved her and when Nana was there I could usually get away with murder,,LOL
She looked at me and whispered for me to HUSH, in a realy strange husky tone is the only way I
can describe it,thats all she said over and over was HUSH BABY HUSH , so I went over to her to
sit on her lap like I always do but she was realy cold and that kinda scared me a little .SHe
told me she loved me and that I was a small peice of her heart that would go on and on . I didnt
understand what she meant but sometimes she would say those sort of things so I wasn't concerned
.She told me to go back to bed that shed see me tommorow .So I did.
The next morning my mom woke me up to tell me that Nana had died peacefully in her sleep that
night ,I told her that was impossible cause she was at our house last night,unfortunately though
it was true she had died in her sleep but I think she had come to say goodbye to me before she
left for the next world.As promised though I did see her the next day while laying on the sofa
in our living room I looked up at the mirror on the wall opposite the couch and saw her
reflection smiling back at me. That was my experience with the paranormal my Nana loved me so
much that she came back from death to say goodbye to me and I love her all the more for it.
For the skeptics who don't believe me well, who says LOVE doesnt conquer all including death?
I just wanted to share a short story with you about what happened to me
on 3-19-97.My husband and thre children lived in an ols house dated back
to before civial war.Anyways we lived there for 3 years and small stuff
would happen like things falling off the table and rolling across the
room.I use to hear foot steps going up the stairs and the basemen door
would be open every morning and the light on.I was never afraid of what
it was and i felt safe in the house.I had a dog that would run up and
down the stairs as if she were plying fetch.But on the day we were
packing to move I had a sad feeling about leaving the house.I was in my
kitchen packing dishes and my husband had steped out to laod the van
when I got a really bad chill and I felt very sad.I looked up to the
hall and there stood a young women about 25 years old.She had on a white
gown and had long hair.her face was kind of hard to make out and she
spoke to me and said good bye and went up the stairs.I coud hear her
foot steps.When my husband came in the house he asked me why I looked so
sad.I told him I was sad because I was leaving a good friend behind.I
have been back to the house and no one was living in it yet.The new
owners were remodleing the place.
By: "JAMES R HUEY"
I have another experience for you. When my grandmother was raising my dad and uncles around the
50's they heard of a ghosts that might live there. When they were doing there homework downstairs
they heard someone yell Norma. (that's my grandmothers name) They thought it was my grandfather
but he was at work. About thirty years later when I was little my grandma and grandpa had dogs.
They would be the only ones there and they said the dogs would stand at the end of the stairs
and just go crazy. Now I am 15 and I stay there and sleep downstairs on the couch. A couple of
times when I was there I could have sworne I've felt a presence and once I did hear something
like someone was moving around, maybe I'm just going crazy. Thank you for listening.