By: mhigbe@hotmail.com
My maternal grandma and I were not very close. She was difficult
to get
along with, she told crude jokes, and she chainsmoked like a fiend,
resulting in her eventual death from emphysema in December of 1995.
My mom
had been out in Florida taking care of her, and I was in Texas taking
final
exams for my first semester in college. I was studying at
my boyfriend's
house that night. I called my mom to see how Grandma was doing,
and she
said, "I'll call you right back."
She called back about 5 minutes later and told me Grandma had died.
Even
though we wern't close, I was overcome with emotion and started
crying.
Finally, I fell asleep.
The next morning, I grabbed one of my boyfriend's sweaters from
his
mothball-filled closet. As I pulled it over my head, I noticed
that, for a
change, it DIDN'T smell like mothballs- in fact, it smelled really
good. I
sniffed it again, and to my shock, my grandma's perfume - Chanel
No. 5- was
on it! And I knew it couldn't have been my perfume that was
on it- being a
poor college student, I was doing well to afford shampoo!
And the sweater
had just come out of mothball-filled storage.
My Story
By: CyberMeg03@aol.com
This is my own personal ghost story. This
happened when I was about 12
yrs old so keep in mind that 12 yrs have passed, but as long as
I live, I
will never forget the details. Here goes:
I was spending the night with a good friend of
mine, in a house that was
extremely haunted. Stephanie lived in one of these houses
that just seemed
to be an epicenter for paranormal activity. Her aunt walked
the basement
steps, an unknown spirit lived in the attic, and there was a tree
out back
that just looking at it scared me to death. I am really not
entirely sure
why the tree scared me so much, but it rocked me to the bone.
It was large
and had an ominous presence. Stephanie called it the "witch
tree," but
really had no actual reason for doing so. But nevertheless,
the tree is not
my focus in this story; it just gives a little background information.
We
went to sleep that night, and about 2:00am, I woke up with a start.
I
thought it was just because Steph and I had talked about ghost stories
until
we fell asleep, but then I had the feeling that I was being watched.
I
looked up and saw this large pair of blue eyes hovering over me.
I know this
sounds silly, but I am dead serious. They just kept watching
me. Maybe
watching me is not the right word. The kept glaring at me
and all I could
sense was EVIL. I felt so cold and I couldn't wake Stephanie
up. I thought
I might have been dreaming so I closed my eyes and laid there, but
I looked
up every few minutes and the eyes were still there. I had
no clue what to do
to make them go away, so I just started praying to God (something
I saw in a
movie), and never opened my eyes that night again. I woke
up in the morning
and told Stephanie about them. She had never seen them before,
but didn't
doubt me. She of all people knew the history of her house.
I went on with
life as normal, forgetting about the eyes until about 2 months later,
Stephanie came to me and said she talked with her little brother,
Aaron, who
was 8. She said she didn't even mention the eyes to him, but
one night they
were talking about the house and he asked her if she had ever seen
a large
pair of blue eyes. She stopped dead in her tracks. Aaron
said that to him
the eyes were friendly and never glared at him. We just figured
out that
they saw me as a stranger and focused evil on me. I will never
know for
certain. All I know is that I never stayed in that house again.
In addition to that story, my sister and I were out driving about
9 months
ago. I was about 11:00pm and we passed by Stephanie's old
house. She no
longer lived there, but I am pretty sure that her father still did.
I turned
to Lauren, my sister, and said "look La, there is that creepy house."
Now,
this next part will sound so bizarre, but I swear it is true.
All of the
sudden, a light shot up from the house, which was completely dark,
and 2
other lights shot up from the other side of the road. We thought
they might
just be electrical charges. That was, of course, until they
started chasing
the car. We had to get a mail down the road until they disappeared.
Do you
have any idea what those lights might have been?
Thank you for listening to my stories.
My Uncle Wayne
By: angelac@networkonecom.com
Back in 1996 my uncle Wayne passed away in a tragic auto accident
on the
interstate near Neenah, Wisconsin (between Appleton and Oshkosh).
He had
been pulling a load of sod with a small pick-up truck that he borrowed
from
a co-worker. The truck must have been too small to carry the
load because
the truck flip killing my uncle instantly. Needless to say,
my father flew
out to Wisconsin from our home in Pensacola, Florida to attend the
funeral
of his youngest brother (my father is the oldest of seven children).
The
story I am about to tell comes from the mouth of my father.
The afternoon
before the day of the funeral, my father took his mother and father
to the
funeral parlor to finalize the arrangements. On the way back
to my
grandparents' home, my grandmother noticed that her family ring
was missing
a stone. The stone that was missing was my uncle Wayne's birthstone!
They
looked everywhere for the stone and could not find it. Everyone
kept saying
it was Wayne's way of saying a final good-bye to his mother.
The next day
(the day of the funeral) everyone left my grandparents' house to
go to the
funeral except my uncle Stan. Stan stayed behind to wait for
a cousin that
was running late. A few minutes later, Stan heard a car pull
into the
driveway. At the bottom of the driveway was a car that looked
exactly like
Wayne's (a green spit fire)...my uncle Stan thought how strange
it was that
their cousin had a car exactly like Wayne's (his car was still parked
outside his old apartment at the time). He looked out the
window again and
saw a man sitting in the driver's seat with a beard (my uncle Wayne
had a
beard when he died). My uncle Stan opened the door to walk
outside thinking
it was their cousin (who also has a beard). When he opened
the door the car
reversed out of the driveway and quickly drove away. A few
minutes later
their cousin pulled up in a totally different car. My uncle
Stan was so
shocked that he told everyone at the funeral what had happened.
Since this
time, no one else has been visited by my uncle Wayne.
Haunting
By: blackmoon8@webtv.net
WE , my husband and I , were sitting home one night and all of a
sudden
we heard footsteps upstairs we didn't think of it much cause we
thought
it was one of our dogs cause they are really big , Then we
heard it get
louder then the dogs started barking like someone was there so Kevin
went upstairs to check it out nobody was there . the doors were
all
locked and the windows were all closed so he said the dogs must
of just
heard someone outside because we live on a busy road . A few
minutes
went by and nothing , then the noise came back but much louder and
harder the dogs were going crazy then my husband looked at our doorknob
and it was shaking hard like someone was trying to get in so we
got
scared climbed out our bedroom window and left for an hour when
we got
back all of our doors were locked and all of the windows were still
closed we checked out the house nothing was missing and the dogs
were
sitting on the top of our staircase we went down to our room the
door
was locked like we left it and everything seemed ok until we opened
the
door , our radio was on, on a station we never listen
to and our books
were all thrown from the bookshelf . We could not explain
what had
happened.
Dressed in Pink
By: lorinda@azstarnet.com
A year ago we bought an old Victorian house. The family matriarch
had
refused to let it be sold, although it was in a dismal condition.
When
she passed away, the family decided to sell, although it had been
with
them for 80 years.
We began the serious process of renovation, but I was disturbed
by the
obvious presence of an old woman, dressed in pink, always in the
same
place, in the same room. I naturally assumed it was the family
matriarch, Sophia. She was so unhappy and seemed displeased at the
disturbance we were causing. So I called in a pyschic friend of
mine to
help her move along. The psychic rang bells, chanted, burned
(something), and we put lit candles in all the doorways and windows.
The
very next day it appeared that Sophia had gracefully moved
on.
A year passed. We finished the renovation and were preparing to
throw an
open house party. The day before the party a woman came into the
house
and announced that she had grown up there. She said she had been
coming
by to check on our progress, but had always been too shy to come
in.
Something had drawn her courage up to come in on that day. We were
very
pleased and immediately invited her and all her family to come to
the
open house the very next day.
They all came. At one point, I couldn't resist, and I asked this
woman
if there had ever been ghosts in the house. "Oh yes!" she replied,
"my
great grandmother was so persistent, we had to call in a priest
to
exorcise her."
Feeling confident, I then told her about Sophia. The woman began
to
tremble and cry. She said that her mother, Sophia, had ALWAYS worn
pink,
and the room and place I described would have been between the beds
in
the children's room.
Rest in Peace, Sophia.
By: SUNSET1221@aol.com
Years ago before I was born my father was sleeping at the head of
the bed I
believe and my mother was at the foot by the window as there was
no air
condition and thelight was out,room dark.Well my mother said all
of a sudden
she heard what she believed to be a woman at the head
of the bed jabbering
away could not understand her.Mymom got terrified and pulled the
cover up
over her head and when she did this thing came right by h er ear
and just
talk talk
could not make out a word.She jumped up yelled and slept for a week
with the
ceiling light on.
She asked and someone told her they believe that house we used to
live in had
been moved from another location.
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Anotehr true story.Mymom used to walk me to grade school about six
blocks
from the house and she lost her house keys one day.Well she
traced her steps
even looked by mailbox at corner of our house thinking she layed
them
there,no keys.
Well we lived upstairs 16ft up and my dad was in front bedroom and
m y mom
was in my room layingnext to me and the stranges thing happened.All
of a
sudden I had themost peaceful feeling just so
it's hard to explain and all of a sudden something,someone I don't
k now
angel,dead relative who knows right next to the bed on my side said
my name.I
was not scared at all,but my mom heard it too and jumped up.I
had so many
questions who ar eyou,how you know me etc.,but at that moment
th e phone
rang and Sandy who lived around the corner was walking home from
church on a
Sund. and said I found your k eys.They were by the mailbox.
NOW what connection that had I hav eno idea.
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Another story.My dad died in 1992 and shortly thereafter his sister
and her
husband came over and they had one of these movie camaras
and were showing
stuff off the side of our white refrigerator wh ich made a great
screen,so
they had th is video of my dad's uncle befor ehe died .He was ill,but
he was
singing this country song.He was from Miss.,so I said somethinglike
I wish
dad could see this or dad would sure like to see this something
to that
effect.
Now understand our refrigerator did not make ice.It once had an
ice maker,but
the line got corosion and water would not go t hrough anymore to
go into the
refrigerator.It had to run up a tube.It ha d not work in ages even
prior to
dad's death.Mom just cleaned out the freezer two days before.
Now I wanted tea and we would take ice cubes and make in trays and
then put
them in a stainless steel bowl in the freezer,but when I went to
ge tice thee
was a cube right in front of the bowl where I could not miss it.
Well it much to my surprise was not a cube from our tray a square
ice cube
,but a half moon.When theice maker worked the ice was half moon
shaped.So I
reached around sid eof the bowl and came up with about oh three
more.I said
mom look.Now my Aunt and Uncle were doing the projector thing and
had no idea
what was going on.We watched closely after and no more half moons.
When my mom got a n ew refrigerator and the man came to deliver
it.I asked
him sir,you see that tube can any water get through that to make
ice cubes.
He said NO,but I never told him why I asked.
It was I truly believe my father's way of saying I am here and I
do see RV
singing.
Real Haunted House
By: captainjinx@juno.com
i'm from the southern Calif. area so heres how it goes,I was born
in the Los Angeles
area but my parents bought a brand new home in the Orange County
area,the
city of La Palma to be exact,the house was located on some ranch
of some
sort because our backyard faced a very very large open but fenced
field
with some cattle roaming around in it,mind you these are track homes
as
we know it today and at the time it seemed like we were living in
the
boon dogs,I mean looking back at it now it was rather a very lonely
area
but it had all these new track homes,you know one supermarket,one
library,one hospital,fire station and police station,you get the
idea.but
funny thing was that were only four blocks west of Knotts Berry
Farm,
that is if you stand at the main enterance,and as you get closer
to park
area the city was more developed,you know like hotels, MovieLand
Wax
Museum and so forth.so i guess on the other side of the city was
less
developed.not knowing who or what was on the land previously.but
back to
the haunting at hand,well the house was well built new
carpet,plumbing,the whole works with upgrades.but on some occasions
I was
very scared downstairs in the family room and in my own bedroom,I
mean my
room looked like a toy room display so there was no reason for me
to
scared just out of the blue,I mean was playing in my room and it
seemed
as if "evil" walked in the room. I got this incredible feeling of
hate
towards me as if I shouldn't have been there.this happened to me
several
times in the house and at 7 years of age I didn't know nothing about
the
paranormal or supernatural activity.another occasion was during
a
saturday afternoon my mother and I were upstairs and suddenly we
heard
this slamming and crashing noise and as we came down stairs we saw
in the
living room my moms favorite painting totaled on the floor,it looked
as
if someone broke it in anger I mean the frame was just trashed and
the
small pictures around the one that got totaled were perfectly hanging
straight. the ghost made itself see again in the late afternoon,this
time
my mom was doing some house cleaning and as she turned to one side
she
looked up towards the stairs she saw a man wearing a white-cream
colored
suit in pristine condition except he didn't have a head,no hollywood
gore
or anything like that,I saw the same thing myself,this time I saw
him at
night at the end of the hallway, this was VERY REAL and very scary!
another time as would sleep at night the beds were occasionally
kicked
very hard,also in the master bedroom the sliding glass mirror doors
were
slaming back and fourth and the dresser draws were also slaming
in and
out as well. all these things happen separately from each other
on
different ocassions. the main blvd. is La Palma Ave. and street
of the
house is Comstock Circle,and it is the second house on the left,
its a
two story house. my parents were the original owners we lived there
from
1970 to 1975. well Dave if you know of any experts on the paranormal
on
the west coast here please pass this information because after all
this
time I would like to just how haunted this place was and whats the
back
ground on this place. again the first two story house on the left
hand
side as you enter Comstock Circle is the house,and also friends
of the
neighborhood also have there strange storys to tell as well.
Real Life
By: SBullard@sjp.com
I was asleep one night in my apartment in Little Rock, Arkansas,
and the
phone rang. I didn't answer and, when the machine came on,
I looked up as
the person on the other end started talking; to my surprise,
and tremendous
horror, there was a man standing over my bed, glaring down at me.
I could
tell by the way he was looking at me that he was an evil sprit,
who must
have died a horrible death. He was dressed in old time, Little
House on the
Prairie looking clothes, with the wide brimmed hat and everything;
he had
long, curly, brown hair and a beard.
I was paralyzed with fear, and the only thing I could think of doing
was
covering my head with my covers and start screaming at the top of
my lungs.
I looked up from the covers and, there he stood, not moving, staring
at me
as if he were trying to give me a warning. I covered my head
again, looked
up again, and he was still there. The next time I raised my
head, he was
gone. I never saw him again.
To this day, I have never witnessed anything more frightening in
my life