By: tigeriz@hawaii.rr.com
Throughout my life I've had some unusual things happen to me. And
usually it had to do with people who have passed on (like the "Last
Goodbye".) Except in this case. I never thought that I would have
premonitions because, although a couple of other family members have the
ability, I didn't think that I did.
About 2-3 years ago on a Sunday, my fiancee (I'll call him 'J')and I drove to
the Bank of Hawaii at the Ala Moana Shopping Center because he needed some cash.
Since it was the middle of the day on a weekend, there was almost no one else
there except one other guy at the first ATM. I watched 'J' walk towards the 2nd
ATM as another car (a Toyota, I think)pulled in to a stall three spaces away
from us. About a minute behind him was another car, an older model American car
and he parked next to us on the left. The first guy left and was replaced by the
Toyota owner at the ATM. The guy on the left looked like he was looking for his
wallet on the passenger seat when I noticed that 'J' was finishing up. As I
watched 'J', I felt the blood suddenly drain away from my face. I shuddered and
felt this overwhelming need to LEAVE THE AREA! As those three words boomed
through my head, I saw 'J' starting to walk back to the car. I got more and more
antsy as I wished that he would hurry up. At the same time, my vision seemed to
have clouded over until all I could see was just a pinpoint. As he opened the
door and I told him "Get in! We need to leave NOW!" As he jumped in, he asked
why . I said through clenched teeth (out of pure fear and not anger), "DON'T
question ME! Just get us OUT of HERE!" And that he did! As we tore out of the
area, my vision cleared and I felt such a sense of relief! And a little foolish!
'J' turned to me and and ask what the hell was that was all about. I told him
that I was as baffled as he was. He said that my face had been white and that I
had a glazed look. He said that he had gotten scared when he saw my face. We
kinda laughed about it and promptly forgot about it. Until Tuesday.
'J', who works for the same bank but at a different branch, called me and
said "Hon, you are not going to believe this. Guess what I just found out?
Remember on Sunday, when you freaked out for no reason?". I said "Yeah." He then
proceeded to tell me that the second guy that was standing next to him at the
ATM was held up at gunpoint right after we left! I was shocked! After he gave me
a description, I realized the gunman was in the car that was to the left of us!
He asked me if I knew because I saw the guy with a gun. I told him 'no' and that
the guy looked normal. Nothing spooky or mean about him. The only thing that I
noticed about him was that he had rummaged around his passenger seat like 'J'
would do when he was looking around for his wallet ('J' sometimes takes out his
wallet and puts it on his passenger seat with other stuff so that he has to
rummage for his wallet whenever he gets to his destination.).'J' asked if I was
sure and I said 'yes'. If I had known that the guy next to us had a gun, I would
have said so. I had only glanced at him. I couldn't really see into his car,
anyway, because I had been on the passenger side so all I could see was about
chest up.
I wondered later if the gunman was actually going to hold us up first.
Usually people park/sit away from others if there is a lot of space like in
theaters, resturant and parking lots. He had parked right next to us in a nearly
empty parking lot (it was only us and the Toyota). That might not have ment much
if we had been parked in the first row where the ATMs were, but we parked sorta
in the middle of the lot . Thanks to my premonition, we never got to find out!
Vacation House
By: felix@sssnet.com
My name is Danielle. My family and I rented a house in South Carolina
for a weeks vacation and we believe that it was haunted. First of all we
thought it was strange that the house was so much cheaper than other
houses in the same area, especially in tourist season. Not being able to
pass up a good deal we rented it. About the third day we were there my
mother was awaken by the sound of cans crashing against the cupboards
downstairs, we had bags of aluminum cans out because you have to recycle
there, they were being shaken and tossed about the room. My father
jumped out of bed, ran downstairs and everything was in its place.
Nothing looked as if it had been touched, So he returned to bed. Then
about an hour later both my parents heard the large and heavy curtain
that was hung across the downstairs front door sliding back and forth
continually. Once again he got out of bed and looked over the upstairs
balcony down onto the living room. There was nobody down there and the
curtain was closed. My father went back to sleep and a little while
later my mother, still wide awake, was in a cold sweat as she heard
heavy footsteps ascending the stairs then turn to walk down the balcony
towards her room she awaited the sight of whatever was coming but
nothing ever passed her door. Later that night there was a wild
scratching coming from the closet in my parents room. My dad practically
flew out of bed threw open the door and it stopped. It had appeared to
originate from the trap door that leads to the attic which is located in
the closet. The last occurrence happened to be the only one I heard.
Something hit the shower curtain, in the bathroom that adjoins my
parents room and mine, then scratched in the tub, and slammed the
cabinet doors. I was awaken by this and thought my mother was is the
bathroom so I called out her name, there was no answer so I figured
that, as mothers often do, she was ignoring me and I went back to sleep.
For the rest of the week my parents left all the lights on downstairs
and there were no more happenings. They did not tell my sister and I
what happened until we were pulling out of the drive to go home because
they were afraid that we would be frightened.
When we had our pictures developed two of them came out with some
odd features. The one has a white blur in it which when looked at closer
you can see little waves and to the right of the object is a black
darker smear. The other is a little white squiggle. Years later I went
to a psychic who read pictures and she told me that they were spirits,
without me saying a word about what I felt they were. She informed me
that it was a very old spirit and that it was an indian. She said if the
one squiggle would have further developed it would have been a feather.
Well that is my story.
Son's Ghostly Experience
By: lwph@gateway.net
In the spring of 1988, my family and I were
renting a rather dilapidated house in a bad part of Oakland, CA that had to be
fixed up before we could move in.Shortly after we did, we gave a party for one of
our daughter's nurses who was leaving. Everyone was pretty much congregating in
the kitchen around the refreshments when my son walked in from the back of the
house looking scared and confused.When I asked him what the matter was he said
that there was a man in my bedroom who had held up a finger to his mouth and
motioned him to shush. Patrick, who was only 6 years old at the time,
pretended he was playing with a toy on his sister's bed for a few minutes before
he nonchalantly got up and came into the kitchen to tell me.
He described in detail what the man looked like
and what he was wearing before my friends went in the back cautiously to see if
he was there.Other than my door being open when I kept it
closed, there was no sign that anyone had been there. And there was no way that
he could have escaped had he been human because my windows were so small, even
my children couldn't get through them. The only way out was through the
kitchen door of the room we were congregated in and he definitely didn't
come that way!Two months later we were packing to move when my
son came running upstairs from the basement where he was helping his dad to pack
with an old photo album in his hands and a picture of the man he says he saw at
our party.This is the one and only time our family has had
an experience with the supernatural ...that we know
of!
Nothing There??
By: COPELACR2@MS.NDCORP.COM
I have lived my house 12 years now. I bought it new in a new subdivision
in
Powder Springs Georgia, right outside of Atlanta. About a year ago I started
feeling that something was present in my house (just a feeling).
I have two ferrets that I keep in my room, and I have a piece of plywood
about
3 feet high resting in front of the bedroom doorway so that they cannot get
out.
At 2am (on the dot) one morning I heard a loud bang and then another, it
sounded as if someone was at my front door banging on it. Then it did it
again, this time it sounded like the plywood at my bedroom door was slapping
against the door jam. I was lying on my stomach, and was afraid to turn
over.
Then I started feeling pressure on my back like something or someone was
pushing on me holding me down. I said "who is there". No answer. I again
said "who is there", I could hardly get the words out I was so scared. Again
no answer. I finally got the nerve to turn over. I did so very quickly.
There was
nothing there. I got up to see if my ferrets had made the noise, but it was
not them
because they were fast asleep.
Ever since then for some reason I awake at 2am. I just wake up. It does
not happen
every night, but often. The area I live in is close to Kennesaw Battlefield
a famous
battle during the Civil War. I can only think that my neighborhood might
have been
built upon one of the sites where a skirmish or battle took place. Just a
guess.
Maybe there is a Civil War ghost hanging around.
I am in the process of moving now. If this follows me I will let you know.
'My Unknown Aunt'
By: milhoan@email.msn.com
It all started when I was about nine years old. One night I wasn't tired at
all and I had a feeling that I was being watched. At that time I was laying
in bed facing the wall. I turned over and looked out into the hallway (I
never slept with the door closed because I was scared) and saw a little
person about two feet tall dressed in black with red glowing eyes. He
turned and looked at me, grinned, and proceeded down the hallway and into my
brothers room. I then heard him scream, but I was too terrified to move. My
parents quickly ran to his room and found nothing. We talked about it and
came to the conclusion that it was not our imagination, for we saw the same
exact thing.
The house had been constructed sometime before 1910. It had been burnt
down by a fire that started in the attic. Then rebuilt. The house was old
and rotten so we decided that there was no reason to restore it because of
it's condition. That was when the strange things bagan to occur constantly.
Almost every day I would see a woman standing in the windows(this was
after we moved into a new house right beside our old one) It looke as if she
had just otten in a bad fight and lost. She was wearing a dark green dress.
It looked old and it was torn. But still It wasn't a dress you would wear
around the house.
One day me and two of my friends were hiking in the woods behind my
house, when we heard the sound of someone digging with a shovel. We followed
the sound and saw two men digging, while the girl I had always seen in the
old house was tied to a tree on her knees crying. The girl turned toward us
and simply said,"1980". The two men looked over at her and they all
vanished. I went home and told my mom, and she said it was just my
imagination. I left it at that and figured-three people's 'imaginations
couldn't be exactly the same.
For about a year I hadn't seen the girl, or any other ghost for that
matter. But one day I was looking through my mom's highschool yearbook and
there in the eleventh grade was the girl. I looked up her name in the
signitures in the front of the yearbook, and sure enough there was her
signiture, it said something about her wedding, and 'best friends wink
wink'. I confronted my mother about it ,and she spoke in a tone of voice
that I'd never heard before, but all she said was,"That was a long time ago,
I told you it was your imagination!Don't bother me with this anymore!".That
proved to me that that she knew that I was telling the truth the whole time.
I started seeing the girl again and decided that I should talk to my
grandmother and she gave me a wierd looking key and said, "The truth is in
the attic, don't look until I'm gone". A couple of weeks later she passed
away. I looked in the attic about a month later after I was a little less
shook up. I searched the whole attic and found nothing. But when I moved one
of the china cabinets, there was a door. I opened the door. There was a
child's room, it was perfectly clean and organized. There was a row of dolls
on a shelf, a dresser full of clothes, and a pink lacy bed, all made up.
There was a night stand with a small lamp, and a dresser full of clothes.
there was also a closet. I opened the closet door and a gust of cold wind
came out.there were a couple of dreeses hanging in a pole, and a trunk on
the floor. It had a lock an it, so I quickly pulled the key out of my
pocket and unlocked the lock. Inside were a pile of papers, a photo album,
and two pairs of baby shoes. I dragged the trunk down stairs, and looked at
the papers. They were adoption papers and a birth cirtificate. The name was
the same first and middle name of the girl in the yearbook!I looked through
the photo album and saw pictures of two little girls about four years old in
te room in the attic! I quickly drove to my mothers house and demanded that
she explain it! It turns out that my mother had a twin sister that her
mother had put up for adoption, she died the summer after graduation. It
seems her boyfriend killed her because she backed out of their wedding. My
mother said that she had seen her ghost too but didn't want me to know
because she didn't think I was ready.
The Lake
By: william.bain@sympatico.ca
Several years ago, I was visiting a friend at his summer home. His
grandparents owned a beautiful house that looked out onto the lake and
since they were away for a few weeks, we had the place all to ourselves.
We decided to take his grandfather's boat out for a spin and take a tour
of the lake one afternoon. The weather was pleasant enough, but being
early spring, it wasn't too warm. The lake itself is huge and dotted
with several small islands that people have their cottages
on.......places for the rich to retreat to on the weekends. After
untying the boat, I remember reaching into the water to pull the rope
out......the water was so cold it hurt! It would be at least another
month until swimming season my friend explained as he fired up the
engine and guided the boat away from the dock. We cruised around the
lake for about half an hour when we decided to go dock at the public
boat launching area. After we grabbed a bite to eat, we decided to
cruise around the other end of the lake before going home. Here is where
things get a little strange. We were hugging the shoreline moving fairly
slow.......my friend pointing out various things of interest. Ahead to
our right was a patch of what is called "sea grass"...it looks just like
tall blades of grass jutting out of the water. Beyond the weeds I could
see what appeared to be someone standing in the water.I turned to Andrew
and asked if he could see the same thing I saw. He replied that he did
indeed see whoever it was. At first I thought it was someone
fishing....out in the water with those hip waders on. As we cleared the
weeds however, we saw it was a girl.........wearing a bathing suit. My
god, I thought to myself......how the hell can she be in the water when
it's so cold? What was so unsettling was that she stood stone still and
stared at the two of us with this strange smile on her face. Andrew and
I both called out to her, but she didn't say anything or move. Just
stood there grinning at us. I asked Andrew if he thought she was a
mannequin (????weird I know but you HAD to be there) But as we slowly
passed by.......she turned her head to continue staring at us. Andrew
called out to her again, but still no reply. As he tried to get the girl
to reply I noticed that unlike most of the cottages on the lake, the one
on the nearby shoreline was sort of run down and empty looking. Andrew
then poked me in the ribs and pointed.....the girl was wading out into
the deeper water until she went under. Thinking that she was in trouble
we edged the boat closer to where she'd been a second ago. Without
warning, she emerged just to the right of the boats among the weeds. Now
her back was turned to us, and I called out to her again. This time she
seemed to be going to answer because she turned towards us. Andrew and I
both gasped when we saw that where her eyes had been there was now just
two dark holes. Part of her cheek was torn away revealing her teeth; her
hair was entangled with weeds and mud. I leaned over and was violently
sick.......we were looking at a corpse that looked like it had been at
the bottom of the lake for years. Andrew slammed the throttle and we
took off . As we hauled ass out of there, I looked behind us and saw
that the apparation was slowly sinking beneath the waves. We didn't
speak a word the whole way home; when we got back we opened a bottle of
Jack Daniels and tried to drink the ghastly image out of our minds. The
next day after the hangovers had worn off, we both sat talking about
what we saw and trying to come up with a reasonable explanation. We
decided to drive to the run down cottage and find out if maybe someone
did in fact live there.......perhaps they could tell us something.
However, the place was indeed abandoned........by the looks of it for
quite awhile. There was a weather beaten for sale sign on the remains of
a wooden fence.....but who would want to buy a beat up shack like that
I'll never know. Suddenly, an old man appeared from the road and
demanded to know what the hell we were doing there. We told him we were
just seeing if anyone lived there. He frowned at us and said the place
had been empty for the past seven years. Andrew asked him who used to
live in the old cottage.The old guy told us a family used to own
it......came up every summer they did until one of the daughters drowned
in a boating accident. Seems she was out in a canoe by herself and
somehow fell into the water. The poor girl wasn't wearing a lifejacket
and drowned. The most tragic thing about it was that they couldn't
recover the body...........the lake is just too deep out that ways. We
went to the town's small library and looked at the old newspapers on
microfilm. There was a small article dated back to July of 1985, and
next to it a picture of the same girl we'd seen in the lake. This may
seem very far fetched and hard to believe and I don't blame anyone for
being skeptical, but I remember it in my worst nightmares. My friend
Andrew still talks about it and everytime I see him it comes up in
conversation. He told me he'll never go out on that lake again and he
was glad when his grandparents sold their summer home.
Everyday People
By: garell@interactive.net
When I was 5yrs old which would be about 1972, my family and I lived in a
house in which the main part of was built in the 1800's. I remember waking
up out of a sound sleep one night and everything in my room had a strange
look to it. To this day I cant really explain the look, but lets just say
everythhing looked lighter than it really was, not exactly in color but
also in weight. I had a large closet and the doors had been left open
and a I looked around the room thinking that it looked different, I noticed
that all of the clothes in my closet were very slowly swaying back and
forth. Well, I got very scared as I guess anyone would have,and I got out
of bed to go to my parents room. I seemed to not be able to go very fast
even though I was in a hurry. Now, to get to my parents room I had to walk
down a hall which my room was at one end and my parents room was at the
other and in between the two rooms in the middle of the hall on the right
was the entrance to the kitchen. As I walked by I noticed different
figures floating through the air. I dont know what possessed me to stop,
but I did and I stood there for atleast a minute as the figures slowly
floated across the kitchen toward me. They moved slow just like the
clothes in the closet. They were people that seemed somewhat transparent
but they were only about 2ft in lengh and they floated sort of at the in
between point of the ceiling and the floor, but closer to the ceiling.
There were four figures, and they floated in pairs. The first pair, was a
lady and a man. The lady had on a beautiful dress that almost sparkled,
and it was the kind that flared out from the hips and went down to the
floor and she carried one of those pretty umberellas, The man had on a
suite and a top hat and he had a cane in his hand. Four or five ft away
was the other pair, also a man and a woman. They looked like every day
people. The man had on a button up shirt that looked like a flannel or a
work shirt and what looked like a pair of jeans. He was next to a woman
who was pushing an older style baby carriage. She was wearing an every day
house dress. Both pairs looked like they were out taking a walk. There
was no emotion on their faces at all. As they came towards me it seemed as
if they didnt know I was there. That was the only thing that had ever
happened to me there. We moved and in the next house which we were in for
about 5yrs I never had anything happen to me. Then we moved again into
another old house, I dont know when it was built but it was insulated with
newspaper if that helps and in this house things happened again. It was
different though. I would see shadows. hear noises and be sitting doing my
homework and hear my bed creak and I would look over and see a spot on my
bed pushed down like someone were sitting on it. I would think I saw
shadows but I never really saw anyone like in the other house. Well I then
grew up and got married and had three children. My husband and I bought my
Aunts house that her and my Uncle lived in for about 20yrs. Its a cape cod
style house and at the top of the stairs is a room that I decided to make
my kids play room. I was up there getting things situated and I stood at
the top of the stairs looking to see if everything was were I wanted it and
I felt a tug on my nightgown. I looked down expecting to see one of the
kids wondering how they got up the old creaky stairs without me hearing
them and noone was there. I had on sweat pants and a knee length night
gown, so I just figured that my gown got stuck on my sweats some how and it
felt like a tug.I thought nothing of it and stood there looking around.
All of the sudden it happened again and I couldnt mistake it for any thing
but a tug, and this time it wasnt one tug it was two. I got a little
nervouse and went down stairs. Then many other things started to happen,
noises, toys with no batteries starting to work in rooms noone was in, my
kids were always complaining that they heard noises or someone walking.
This time it wasnt just me hearing things, my kids my husband all of us
did. I finally decided to call a paraphsycologist that I found in the
phone book. Come to find out she was well known and has been on sightings
the TV show. She told us that there was someone there and everywhere where
some thing had happened or we saw things were places in the house that she
told me it went alot. I never told her any specific places things were
heard or happened at either. She told me that whoever it was for some
reason was attached to me but she didnt know why. She told me to put sea
salt in all the corners of my house and to play music and spend more time
upstairs make it a little more homey. We werent using upstairs alot
because thats where the kids rooms were and they became afraid to sleep or
play up there. Well I took her advice and did all she told me and ended up
having the worst night of my life. My brother in-law spent the night and
he was about 15yrs old at the time. I had music playing upstairs in my
daughters bedroom [not loud enough for us to hear downstairs] and we were
watching t.v. All of the sudden we started hearing these really loud
noises like stuff was falling or being thrown, we went to see what it was,
I had a fisherprice play house sitting on top of the tv upstairs with some
other stuff and I thought maybe it all fell, we got up there and nothing
was out of place, we had no idea what all the noise was. We went back down
and it happened again. Well this went on for awhile, the last time we
went to look the radio station I had on in my daughters room was changed
from a rock station to a religious station. We turned off the radio and
went back down stairs both of us, my brother in law and I were a little
nervous. We continued watching TV and we started hearing foot steps going
up and down the steps and each time it would come further down and go back
up. By this time we were scared, I woke up my husband and everytime I woke
him up to hear it, it would stop. It then started comming all the way down
the steps and into the livingroom. When my husband left for work at 4:30
me and my brother in law went in my room with my kids and all squeezed into
my bed and shut the door. You could still hear the floor and the steps
creaking and it started coming right outside the door. The next day I
called the parapshychologist and told her what happened, She said that
things like that happen often because phsychics give off alot of energy and
since she was here it got alot of energy and thats why there was so much
activity. Well after that things did quiet down but I can still feel
something here occasionally or we will here unexplained noises and things,
but never like that night!
New Home Haunting
By: robermom@prodigy.net
Shortly after I moved into my home, I met my current husband.
When he moved in, alot of strangethings began to happen. Several times
we were awakened late at night (three a.m.) by loud knocking at our
door. When we got up, no one was there. One night we awoke at three a.m.
to the sound of footsteps. We both got up, looked all around the house,
looked OUTSIDE the house, no one there, yet we could both still hear the
footsteps. They stopped after about ten minutes. Later still, one
evening, we were discussing these events, when I said something like,
"Geez, if only we had some sort of proof of all this weirdness..." and
atthat moment, a large dark shadow flew out of a mirror we were sitting
by, making aloud fluttering noise as it flew through the house and out
the front door. My husband looked at me, I looked at him, we were both
afraid to speak. "Did you see that?" He siad it first. Welll, we both
saw it. I can't describe to you how weird it feels to see something that
can't exist with another person. I mean, it's disturbing. It really is.
The kids began to see shadow-cats. That is, cats in the house. At that
time we had no cat! I asked if there was a spirit in the house one day,
and a name popped into my head, but I never pursued that.We began to
affectionately address the ghost and treat it like it belonged there,
and graduallly these strange events stopped.
Something's Watching Us
By: phyllisstein@hotmail.com
Well, here's my experience, although it's not quite as fantastic as others!
Two friends of mine and I had recently moved into the historic 5 points
district in Jacksonville, Fl. Many of the buildings are of 19th century and
1900's vintage, and there are several historic renovations going on. The 3
story building we moved into is about 80 years old, and sectioned off into
several different apartments, our 3 bedroom penthouse apartment being a
converted attic.
Here's where the weird stuff starts...I don't know if it's just my
imagination, as I've always been interested in the paranormal, but nothing
of this sort has ever really happened to me. For the first few weeks, I was
the only tenant in the house, as my roommates travelled in their jobs alot.
I would see a form in the corner of my eye. Sometimes it would be a dark
figure, between 5 to 6 ft tall. Other times, it would be something akin to
a large black rat that would dart away once you directed your attention to
it. It couldn't have been rats, as the place was well maintained with
regular pest control visits, and I never once found droppings or evidence of
any sort. These forms never made any sounds. I kind of just figured that
maybe I was adjusting to the new place.
One night a couple of weeks later, I was slipping into a deep, comfortable
sleep when I was jerked awake by an enormous pressure upon my throat, like
two thumbs pressing into my esophagus..someone was choking me! I awoke
ready to kill or be killed, but there was noone on top of me...the pressure
was gone. I eventually went back to sleep, thinking I needed to lay off the
occult books.
About a week later, I awoke about 2 a.m. to an unsettling racket of heavy
foosteps on the hard wood floor of the living room area, like someone with
boots on was walking around frantically searching for something. I figured
it was one of my roommates home from their roadtrips, and after the
footsteps ceased, I went back to sleep...later that morning, I awoke to find
myself still alone in the house! Calls to both my friends at their
temporary residences revealed that they were in bed asleep hundreds of miles
away!
After my friends moved in, I was sitting in the living room talking to one
of them, when he just all of this sudden broke out with "I feel like
something's watching us"...all I could do was nod. I'm not sure what
history this house has, but there's definitley something here!