By: TealTinted@aol.com
My mother's grandmother was always proud of my mother. Being
the first in
her class, the first in every track race in the state of Pennsylvania,
and
the first-born grandchild, my mother held a special place in her
heart. When
my mother got married and later became pregnant with me, my great
grandmother
was overjoyed. She spent countless hours on the phone with
my mother,
discussing names, wallpapers, toys and even colleges for her first
great-grandchild. Sometimes my mother thought that she was
more excited to
have me than herself.
When the time came for me to be born, my mother called her grandmother
before
anybody, including the doctor and my father. After eight hours
in labour, my
mother was handed a baby girl (who looked more like Winston Churchill
than
Emily Lewis) wrapped in the tiny yellow blanket that my great grandmother
made for me. A knock came on the door and my mother called
out "Come in!,"
expecting my father. In walked my great grandmother, who lived
in
Yugoslavia. My mother was overjoyed and held me up so that
she could see me.
My great grandmother smiled one of those smiles that only
grandmothers can
give, her old wrinkled face soft and glowing with pride, and then
walked out
of the room.
The next day my parents took me home, where my mother received a
devastating
phone call. My great grandmother had died peacefully in her
sleep the day
before. In her hand was cradled a wooden baby rattle she intended
to give to
me when she arrived in America the following week.
Haunted in Maryland
By: TLSCHOBERT@aol.com
I just typed part of this story but got cut off so if this is sent
twice- I'm
sorry. There have been quite a few strange experiances in the lives
of my
sister and I. Here are a few of them. When I was very small we lived
in a
three story row house in Baltimore MD. All of the floors and stairway
were
creaky and wooden. The stairs started from the living room, up and
the
landing was right outside my bedroom. In fact my bed was directly
across from
it. Whenever someone would go up the stairs each stair would creak
and the
landing would creak twice when stepped up on. Every night after
everyone was
in bed i would hear someone coming up the stairs. I would call for
my mother
and she would always say that it was the house settleing. Which
sounds
reasonable but the stairs wouldn't settle from the bottom to the
top in the
right order once and then the landing always creak twice like someones
weight
was on it. One night I heard someone coming up the stairs (which
I had gotton
pretty used to) and up on the landing. but then I heard one of the
floorboards betweent tne bedroom door and my bed creak. Then I felt
someone
sit on the edge of my bed. I couldn't see them but I felt my bed
go down and
the springs squeaked. I screamed till my dad came in. (My dad says
that he
always thought that house was haunted and he has his own story to
tell- let
me tell you). I never felt anyone on my bed again but I heard those
stairs
every night we lived in that house. After that house we moved to
California.
We lived in a couple of places before my parents bought a house
in Anaheim.
One time my sister was sitting in the hallway right in front of
my closed
bedroom door. She was looking down occupied with whatever she was
doing (she
was about 9 or 10 when this happened). She said that I came up behind
her,
rudely said "Get out of my way!", opened the door, went in and slammed
the
door behind me. When the door slammed she happened to look up thru
the glass
door into the backyard and saw me playing with Tia our little dog.
So she
came out and asked me if I had just gone into my room. I said she
was nuts
because she could plainly see i was outside. She told me what happened
so we
went into my room and of course no one was there. We were latch
key kids so
we were home alone.(This was right after school). That was pretty
creepy but
the only thing that happened in that house. She still gets weirded
out about
that 11 years later. The most haunted place we ever lived in was
about 5
years ago in Burbank CA. I wish I could give the address so you
could go see
for yourself but I don't want to get sued by the owners or something.
It was
this house that we rented from some people who had to move to San
Francisco
right away but didn't want to sell their house. This time it was
just me, my
mom and my sister. My parents had since divorced. It was a weird
looking
house any way. Not like a typical haunted house but it just had
something
really odd about it. We felt kind of creepy about it the first time
we saw it
but it was in my moms price range and that is not easy in LA. So
we moved in.
The first couple weeks nothing really happened. Than all of the
suddened we
started hearing someone walking fast down the hallway past all of
our
bedrooms and into the bathroom where they would slam the door. The
floors in
this house were creaky and wooden too.(Notice a trend?) Any way
the first
night my mom called out from her room to us to see why we had done
that. Well
I know that I was still in my bed and my sister called back that
it wasn't
her either. This happened a lot. Well by this time I was 18 and
I had a very
serious boyfriend (now my hubby) so I stayed the night at his place
a lot.
Cool mom huh? Any way from what I was told one night my mom said
at about 1am
she heard the front door shut and a female voice say "HI!". She
thought I had
come home so she came in my room to see if anything was wrong for
coming home
early and I was not there. She looked out front for my truck which
also was
not there. Well, I can tell you it wasn't me! Another time my sister
was
getting ready for school in her room. She walked out into the living
room to
leave and she said there was a man sitting in the rocking chair.
She just
stood there staring at him and he stood up, looked right at her
and
dissapeared. She said the chair was still rocking as if someone
had just
gotten out of it. The front door locked from the inside with a key
and the
key was in her hand. Nobody could have just walked in. The last
experiance we
had was about a month later. We were sitting in the den one
night watching
tv. One of those ads for 40's style music collection cd's came on.
They
started to play samples of the songs and from the dining room behind
us we
heard a woman singing along. Well since we were all sitting on the
couch
together it wasn't one of us. About a week or so after that night
was the
Northridge Earthquake and we didn't hear anything after that. Then
again
about two weeks after the quake the owners contacted us to say they
wanted
thier house back so we moved out. I don't know if anything is still
going on
in that house but I do know that the owners sold it less than a
year later.
My sister stills lives right down the street from that house and
it is still
as creepy looking as always. I havn't had anything happen to me
since then (
I moved to San Deigo) but my sister has had some strange things
happen in her
apartment. It was used as a sort of military housing for families
in WW2. But
nothing like the experiances mentioned above! Anyway that is my
story- sorry
so long!
What's Happening In My House?
By: Bsc45@aol.com
I live in a very old house with a
history I know little of except it dates back to before the Civil
War.
I don't think my "friend" is someone who lived in the house before
but
someone who knows me and what is in my heart. Sometimes, I
think I catch a
glimpse of a person standing down the hall out of the corner of
my eye. It
doesn't register that I have seen something until I have walked
on. When I
turn around to look, of course, there is nothing to see.
As I mentioned in my first letter, I was 17 the first time I experienced
seeing a spirit. My grandfather had died a few weeks earlier.
One Sunday
the family was having lunch with my grandmother. I was fixing
drinks and
turned to see him sitting in his favorite chair. In the time
it took me to
say something to someone, he was gone. I had no more experiences
for about
20 years that I can recall.
I saw a woman on two separate occasions. The first time my
neighbor saw her
at the same time. I never saw her again but always felt her
presence after
that. Does that make sense? I have since moved from
that house. One night,
while still living there, I was having trouble sleeping. I
was hot and I had
kicked the covers off. I heard a noise in the living room.
(It was the day
after Christmas and a few empty boxes were still in the floor.)
I thought my
cat was playing with the boxes and dismissed it until a woman leaned
over my
bed, pulled the covers up and said to me "I'm sorry to wake you
but you were
cold." I can't say if she walked away or vanished but she was gone.
I heard
the boxes move again. This was not the same woman I saw previously.
I have
no idea who she was. Her head was covered in a turban-like
hat. She had a
very soothing but indistinct voice. This was not a dream.
I was fully awake
at the time!
By: cdilts5@avonil.net
I belong to a club here on the internet and 2 of my friends
recommended your site to me. We, my husband and I, have lived in
this 100 yr old house for 7 yrs now. We first noticed something wasn't
right in here when we heard music playing. That was first and then
came someone running across our floor upstairs. It sounds like a
child. Our 4 yr old son has seen an Angel for the past yr.
He talks to her all of the time. Last Sunday we were making a lazy
day of it, since we both work opposite shifts at a factory, and my son
was laying behind me on the couch. All of the sudden he said, "Do
you love me?" and I answered, "Of course I do". He told me
he wasn't talking to me. He was talking to his Angel. He got
down on the floor with his right cheek laying on the hard wood. He
says he has to get down there in order to see her. He also told us,
on this day, she has no legs for her Father cut them off. He has
seen pictures of Angels before so he knows she is an angel because of the
wings.
We let my sister in law live here with us and she did witchcraft
in our upstairs. We had things happen to us that scared us so we
had a priest come in here and bless our house. Things calmed down
for quite awhile. The things that happen in our house now is feelings
of someone watching you, my husband seen a young man in a straw hat looking
at the sky outside of one our barns. There was a young guy that got
hurt in the barn many yrs ago and the story goes that they brought him
inside this house and he then died.
My cousin and her husband lived here and they just told me
a couple of months ago that they used to hear music in here also.
I have only seen one spirit in this house and it was of an
older gentlemen in a blue suit with a black hat on.
By: fm@uswest.net
Just wanted to add a little to the St James Hotel in
Cimarron New Mexico as well as it's Cemetary. We had
decided to go for my birthday in October of last year. We
stayed for the weekend. (by the way, the rooms are great)!
On Saturday we took a trip into Taos and then back. With
time still left of the afternoon we found the local
cemetary. We found the original owner of the St James and
his family buried there. I inadvertantly stepped on Mary's
grave. then we stood back to take some pictures. The
graves were in a completely shaded area but one of my
pictures shows light around one of the tombstones. No
matter what angle the pictures were taken, Henry Lamberts
gravestone is blacked out but his wifes headstone (which is
exactly like Henry's) came out fine in the same picture.
That evening is when all kinds of crazy things began to
happen. While eating dinner, the waitress was walking
through the room with a tray and it looked like someone just
came right up underneath the tray and slapped it out of her
hands. We were talking to the people that were staying in
Mary's room. We went in this room and the smell of lavender
was overwhelming. Mary's room is right nest to TJ's room
(17). We have pictures down the halls of aparitions and
spent the night being pulled off of the bed by our feet (we
were in the Jesse James room). It is definate;y a fun
place!!
"Mr Miller"
By: liquidator66@yahoo.com
As promised, the first of my stories goes as follows:
My mother and her family, being her parents and 11
other brothers and sisters, grew up in East London
during the first quarter of this century. No, not
"east-London", England, but rather a (then) small port
on the south-eastern coast of South Africa. My mother
was the youngest of six daughters and, in fact, the
youngest of the family. At the time the events
described below took place, she was about 10 years
old, which means that the year was 1936.
The family lived in a house situated at 20 Park
Street, which was connected to the bakery premises
next door. In fact, at least two of my uncles worked
at the bakery, which was called "Model Bakery". My
mother told me that the house in Park Street had a
"reputation" as the family were always experiencing
weird happenings. These included the children hearing
windows open and close at night - in rooms that nobody
could get into; and the cat and the dogs going
ballistic - when no one was there (the usual things
for strange houses).
The bakery, and their house, was owned by an elderly
Jewish gentleman, called Mr Miller. My mother
described him to me as having "quite a kind heart" but
being generally grumpy and upleasant to speak to. She
said that the younger children in the family (herself
included) always used to tease him, despite the fact
that he was elderly and not in very good health.
One evening, my mother and two of her sisters,
Jeanetta (about 12 years old at the time) and Edna
(about 16) were coming home from the local cinema, The
Capital, at about quarter to ten at night. They were
walking home down the middle of Park Street, after
having bought sweets, and the Weekly Standard
newspaper, at the local store when Edna remarked that
Mr Miller was walking up the street towards them. My
mother remembers that he was wearing his usual
clothes, being grey pants and a gray jacket, and
wearing a grey cap. The girls decided that they had
better greet him and, as he passed, they all said
hello. Although they looked directly at him when they
spoke, he did not answer, and Jeanetta remarked that
it was just like him not to say hello to them as he
was that mean. They then watched him walk right down
the street, away from them.
They continued on home and told their mother, my
grandmother, of their encounter with the mean old Mr
Miller. She looked at them somewhat strangely, and
then told them that Mr Miller had died at home at 7pm
that night, about three hours before they had seen
him...
regards from East London - further stories will follow
The Dining Room
By: FleshEater99@aol.com
In 1992 my parents and I moved into a house in the nicer part of
town. It was
my stepfather's grandmother's house, and she had recently died in
her
bedroom, which we later converted to a dining room. Following her
death, his
grandfather passed away on the kitchen floor due to "trauma." Anyhow,
the night we moved in, I remember my parents feeling proud of their
first
real house together. Upon the first night of moving in, though,
my stepfather
had strange dreams about a black creature with glowing eyes chasing
him
around the house. It freaked him out so much he woke up screaming
and my
mother had to calm him down. To make an extremely long story short,
I have
included some strange events that took place over the 7 years of
our
residence:
* the telephone would ring off the hook! My parents blamed me, saying
that it
was my friends. They stopped when the doorbell started doing the
same; my
stepfather would hide in the driveway to see who it was.
*Friends that came over would get freaked out for NO reason whatsoever.
On
one occasion, my best friend came running up the stairs from the
basement
saying she heard someone down there.
*When my stepfather went away on buisiness trips, my mom and I would
be
alone. On more than one occasion, she asked me the following morning
why I
had been up so late making noise around the house, only I wasn't.
*After school I would stay alone for about an hour, and usually
I was so
scared I'd lock myself in my room until someone got home. One vacation
I had
to stay home and keep an eye on the house... I was SO SCARED I ran
outside in
the backyard just to get out of there!
*In the end, before moving, things got strange. In the basement,
from nowhere
came the shape of a foot on the cement; it was so strange! At night
I would
hear what sounded like footsteps on the roof above my bed ( which
my parents
said were squirrils. ) I believe that my parents knew something
I didn't and
that they didn't want to supply me with the information. But when
I started
hearing faint polka music from my bedroom ( which was directly above
the
dining room ) I told my parents and my stepfather solemnly explained
that his
grandmother listened to polka music during the times when she had
been
bedridden. It was extremely scary, and I hated that house from the
beginning.
Thank you very much for reading my story, maybe it will let others
know they
are not alone at all.
By: LOREE63@aol.com
When I was about nine years old my parents rented a small house on
Coal River
Road. It was probably built in the Twenties or Thirties and we lived
there in
the 1970s. The front door opened into a large living room which
formed one
side of the house. Three doors led off down the left hand side of
the room.
One opened into a small bedroom, the next into the bathroom and
a third into
the kitchen. The house had exits on all sides. A long back porch
looked out
over the river. It should have been a pleasant place to live, but
I had
nightmares about the house for years after we moved, even after
I was married
and had a child of my own.
Since the house had only one bedroom, I was given a corner of the
large
living room as my "room." One night as I was sleeping, I woke feeling
sick
and as I looked around in the dim light I saw I woman sitting on
the floor
near my bed. She was sitting "Indian" style and her head was covered
with
hair rollers. She was rocking back and forth and appeared to laughing,
but I
couldn't hear a sound. Nothing. The woman didn't seem scary, but
I knew she
was not my mom and that she was not supposed to be there. I started
screaming
for my mother and she came. Of course, the woman was gone and my
mom told me
I was dreaming and gave me some medicine and told me to go back
to sleep.
Another time I awoke to the smell of bacon and coffee and the sounds
of my
parents talking in the kitchen as my dad prepared to leave for work.
I felt
all cozy and safe and decided to go back to sleep. I rolled over
and saw an
oval shape like a picture without a frame hanging in the air a few
feet from
my bed. The picture was of a kind looking old lady with white, smooth
hair,
blue eyes, and a flowered cotton dress. Her expression was calm
and pleasant.
We did not have any pictures like that in the house and what we
did have did
not float in the air. I looked away for a second and when I looked
back it
was of course, gone.
The only really frightening thing that happened to me while living
in the
house was a terrible dream I had in which someone I loved very much
was
abusing me in ways I didn't even know people used to hurt each other.
I had
no actual knowledge at all of what I had seen in my dream, but it
was so real
that I avoided the person in real life for a week. Only later when
I was
older did I learn people really did what I dreamed about. And no,
the dream
was not a result of something that really happened that I "blocked"
out when
awake.
After we moved from the house, my mother admitted that she was terrified
of
being alone in the house. After dad went to work and I left for
school she
would sit frozen on the couch feeling something was standing behind
her and
that if she turned around she would see something awful. My dad
said he would
have moved us out in a minute if he had known what was going on.
As the years passed I dreamed of the house about three or four times
a year.
In the dream dusk would be falling and I would find myself alone
in the
house. Usually I had been forced to move back again and could not
leave.
Nothing bad would happen in the dream except for the feeling that
something
was there and it was
oppressive and bad and that I couldn't get away. Almost always
I would wake
up scared to death, in a panic. The dream would come just often
enough for me
to forget about it for a while. It doesn't happen anymore,
but it went on
for about 15 years.
The only thing that I know about the house is that the woman who
owned it for
years died there and was found by a neighbor who noticed he hadn't
seen her
for a few days. She was on the couch and probably died in her sleep.
I never
felt she was the one who haunted the house, at least not the cause
of my
dreams or the awful feelings my mother experienced.
To me the strangest part of this is that I was more afraid of the
dreams I
had of the house than I ever was of really living there. The house
itself was
torn down a short while after we moved.
The Porcelin Doll
By: Nel777thor@aol.com
It was about four years ago, and I was staying over my friends house,
she has
a big family so when I went to stay with her I stayed with all her
bothers
and sisters too and they told me all these ghost stories, and one
about her
porcelin bride doll saying the it was haunted. I thought they
were just
"pullen my chain" and they would keep saying it was true and the
next day I
would come to find out how true those stories were. Well the
next day mostly
everyone went to the grocery store so it was only me my friend and
her baby
sister at the house and it was boring cause my friend had to do
chores and
didnt want my help so I had to find something to do. So I
went into her bed
room and I started to play with her porcelin doll, being cocky and
moving it
around saying "your not haunted", then I looked into its eyes and
they seemed
as if they had life and I mean like real eyes so that freaked me
out and I
turned the doll around to face the wall and then I went to the other
side of
the room to look at some books. I shruged the eye thing off
as being my
imagination and tried to read the book but shortly I got this eerie
feeling
that you couldn't just ignore, so I turned around and the porcelin
doll was
looking dead at me. I almost died on the spot I knew I turned
it around and
it also had its hand up as if pointing at me, for a second I thought
maybe
its my friend trying to scare me but the floors in their house are
made of
wood so everytime you take a step it creeks, it was quiet the whole
time so
when I realized that I shot out of the room like a canon, I mean
I literally
jump clear over her bed to get out of there. And when I reached
her I told
her exactly everything that happened and all she said was "see I
told you
this house is haunted, no one ever believe me" and from then on
I believed
her. Later on when we went back in her room cause I wouldn't go
back without
her the doll was in its original postion before I turned it before
it moved
its self, other stuff has happened in that house and that I have
experienced
myself but I'll save that for another story.
By: JPerlowski@StarTrekMail.Com
My fiancee' and I needed to post this story for your readers,
because it
felt like quite a serious experience. It all happened one
evening when
the three of us, that is Leann (soon to be wife), myself and
my mother
decided to travel to New York City. We were given free tickets
to watch
a guest speaker of a famous learning annex, and thought it
would make a
good time for Leann (who is originally from Kentucky) to see
the sights.
The evening progressed well, and everyone was in an inquisitive
mood to
see just how much of a "charlatan", or perhaps justified this
particular
orator was, in certain occult circles. As we arrived at this
old post
Victorian building, my fiancee' immediately felt a certain
unsteadiness,
but decided to keep it to herself. I walked into the place
feeling
absolutely nothing out of the ordinary, and my mother seemed
the same.
We went into the adjacent room that led to a semi enclosed
corner where
the elevators were, and all three of us stood with a group
of other
people awaiting our turn. Nothing seemed strange at this point,
as we
were talking about what we were going to see, and what floor
it was on.
As the door opened to this relatively old fashioned elevator
(small in
all senses of the word), three people walked inside (a woman
an two men)
and moved over to the end. It was then that Leann followed,
my mother,
myself and a man. All told it was 7 people cramped into a
space no
larger than 2 (Fatty Arbuckle) coffins fit together. Immediately
the
elevator door closed, and then nothing....
Now picture this. About 2 minutes pass by. Right before the
doors
closed, I had joked to the man that walked in with me last,
that this
particular place was very claustrophobic. He smiled and turned
to the
door. Just proceeding my words, as the elevator doors closed
shut, there
was no elevation. In actuality, there was nothing but the
breathing of
people closely knit, and the deafening silence that seemed
to foretell a
serious problem indeed.
This is what happened next in order:
1. The woman that came in with the three people in the beginning
began
to shake and thrust out her hands wildly, punching the various
buttons
on the elevator wall, and loudly exclaiming to no one in particular
that, "I have to get out...let me outtttt".
2. Leann stared at the woman's movements, beginning to feel
the initial
shock of helplessness in so shut in a space, and watched as
for some
reason one of the men that was next to the lady, began to
move his
fingers in unison with hers. He was mumbling something under
his breath,
and Leann, although concentrating more on staying calm, noticed
that the
hands of both the lady and the man seemed to intertwine...almost
as if
they were moving as one hand all along.
3. I looked to the elevator's buttons on the wall, and noticed
the woman
ONLY punching thus, but then quickly turned my attention to
the man that
was standing next to me, who smiled, exclaiming that there
was "plenty
of air coming in from the ceiling of the elevator".
4. As soon as the man spoke, I felt somewhat relieved by looking
at the
ceiling, and then peered downwards and took a count of the
people in the
room... I counted "5".
5. Also, as the man said this, the entire place went from
about 65
degrees or so, to well over 95 degrees and climbing. The room
immediately took on a stagnant acrid atmosphere, and everyone
began to
sweat profusely.
6. The same man, seeming to be in control of his nerves, stated
almost
at the same time that I did, that perhaps the elevator could,
"go down
if we pressed the lower number than what this contraption
may have
already arisen to". The funny thing is, that we never moved
nor felt any
movement the entire time the doors were closed.
7. My mother immediately turns to me and says in a very low
key voice,
"I don't feel so well, I think I am going to faint".
8. At this point, I tell her to calm down, and turn back to
the man,
watching as he gently presses the number 2, and waits.
9. Nothing....At this point, I can feel the panic beginning
to increase
in everyone's mindset.
10. About another minute or so passes, and the door opens
on the second
floor; a waive of cool air from the building's air conditioning
ducts
hitting the entrance to the elevator, and then...
First comes out the man, followed in no short order by myself,
Leann, my
mom, and finally the lady. We move to the stairwell, having
at this
point the feeling that the elevator, "aint gonna make it!",
and then
begin to proceed to climb the stairs...or do we? Well, 5 of
us seem to
have, but what of the other two? It seemed to both myself
(after she
made me aware of it) and Leann, that these other two men never
made it
out of the elevator, and it was bothering us the entire evening
afterwards. So much so, that we called my mother later that
night, and
asked her how many people she had seen inside that elevator.........her
reply was a very adamant, "5".
In conclusion to this, both my mother, myself and Leann could
easily
take a lie detector test and swear that this elevator never
moved the
entire time we were in it. There was no lift, no downwards
motion, no
motion at all...yet it somehow landed on the second floor
of this 8 to
10 floor building. There was no noise as to the machinations
of the
elevator's motor or tow line, and the electricity stayed on
the entire
time. Since you can only exit the elevator from the one sliding
door,
and the stairwell is the only one that could get you up or
down the
various levels of the building, there was no other way to
go. The people
on the second floor were just as surprised to see us, as we
were to see
them. I couldn't help telling everyone there in a very timid
voice that
this elevator has to be fixed.
Leave it to say, we won't be taking a ride on any elevators
for a long
long long long time!
By: Halien9200@cs.com
I have enjoyed your site immensely.
I had an experience, but it was in the form of a dream. Allow
me to tell you
the story, and I would appreciate your opinion.
Last year, my grandmother died suddenly of a heat attack.
I loved her very
much, and was quite sad about her passing. At this time in
my life, I had
just split up with my boyfriend and was buying a house. A few weeks
before I
closed on the house, Barney who was my dog and very best friend
in the whole
world got killed. With all of these stressful events, after Barney
died I was
quite devastated. A few weeks after his death, I had a dream.
I was in a
hotel about to get on an elevator, and presumably a hotel employee
stopped me
and told me I had guests. I turned around and saw my grandmother
walk up to
me with Barney. She greeted me with a term of endearment she used
for me
often when I was a child. I was not scared, because
it was so vivid, and I
have never had another dream like this once since (about a year
ago).
Being a rational, and I believe somewhat intelligent person, I could
very
easily dismiss this dream as my subconscious wanting them to be
together
wherever spirits dwell.
One seemingly inconsequential detail stuck out in my mind. My grandmother,
who was a very beautiful woman, always complained about her hair
looking
messy or unkempt, even though she was always well groomed. When
I saw her in
this dream, her hair was perfect, and as always she looked beautiful.
Thank you for taking the time to read my story, I don't know if you
can use
it for anything, but I really wanted someone else to read it.
If you have
any comments, my address is halien9200@cs.com.
Thank you!
By: Jeannie
I hope that you dont think Im pyhcotic. Actually, a few short months ago,I would not,even in my wildest dreams, looked up ghosts on the net. I even feel crazy telling anyone about this.Its not like I havent had paranormal experiences before,but I would generally put them on my "ignore" mode. Ive seem mists on a few occasions.
Well here it is. About a year ago,I put up a poster of a 19th century
classical music composer in my office .I work for a local pbs station,and
another employee though that I would like it. Everything was normal for
about nine months.Then one day,I started feeling a strange warmth every
time I looked at this poster.At times I would feel that someone was behind
me,but when I looked back,noone was there.
There was just the picture starring at me. Might I add, this composer
is not very attractive.
Nothing in my life had changed that might trigger "crazy" feeling.
Ive had the same
job, same boyfriend,and many of the same friends for the past eight
years.If anything, my life is less turbulent than it was before.
As time went by, I felt a strange compulsion to write a ghost story about the essense of this artist in our time. I havent even as much as kept a journal for absolute eons.And,as you can tell,my sentence structure and grammatical skills are less than to be desired.
You are probably thinking that this doesnt sound like an inordinate
situation.However,somewhat esoteric events have been taking place sinse
i started the story. For instance, Ive smelled the scent of lilacs in my
livingroom when they wernt in season. also,my usual french roast coffee
smelled and tasted profusely of cinnamon. I looked all over my kitchen
for a natural cause but couldnt find one.On one occasion,my computer turned
on at six oclock in the morning all by itself.
Everyone else,including my cats, was sleeping.
In addition, Im remebering events,from my childhood,long forgotten,
that I couldnt explain.
When I was a child,I can remember playing with certain toys that
I couldnt find later on. I can remember searching the attic for a doll
with ivory, high heel shoes that looked like they were woven like frilagree.
My parents said that I must have dreamed it up. Other than my computer
turning on,Ive been able to use all thise events in my story.