By: ffoore@asapinc.com

Hi, I am not sure if this is a ghost story or just me being nervous because
of old fables, but I'll share it with you and am anxious to hear what you
think. First of all I am from south Louisiana, where ghosts, voodoo, and
haunted antebellum homes are a way of life, or at least a big part of the
history down there. About three miles from my parents home, where I grew up
there is an old Plantation house, which I believe was built in the 1800's. I
know that I am going to skip around because I feel like I have to explain
everything, but please bear with me. While I was growing up, I always felt
scared to be outside or even alone in my parents house, but I don't think
the house itself was haunted, but maybe the area because it was so close to
this old house. Anyway, I actually never even noticed the house until like
only six or so years ago, when finally someone bought it and decided to
refurbish it. The house was once known as the Stephanie Plantation, Then as
The Halphin House, and I believe that there was also one more name for it,
but can't think of it right now. The new owner put a lot of effort into
doing research into the history of the house and how it looked, you know
pretty much to find out anything and everything about it. First of all he
was a friend of my father so we got to see the house through many stages of
its "rebirth". The new owner took before and after photos of the house. The
before photos really scared me. There were I believe 5 faces or bodies of
ghosts in the pictures, but they were very clear. One looked like a man,
maybe with a beard and very proper demeanor, another was a lady in a ball
gown (that was what the silhouette looked like) and possibly a crown,
another looked like a small child looking out of the window, and another
just a blur, but one looked like a man creaming and it seemed to have chains
on his wrists. I don't know what exactly to say about these pictures, but I
know what I saw and I know how that house felt, and I believed them.  I have
always felt a type of sixth sense if you want to call it that, my dreams
often come true, ESP is a frequent thing for me, and I always get these
"feelings". I am not trying to say I am psychic, because I am not sure
exactly what this is, but I have come to try use them more and more. ANYWAY.
The house was very cold, even though it was the dead of summer, probably 100
degrees and humid (you know the typical south!) anyway, and it had this VERY
eerie and unwelcoming and not very peaceful "feeling" to it. And as weird as
it may seem I kept getting these like glimpses or flashback that were very
dark but they were of this house. The new owner had tons of stories of
"hauntings" by him and previous visitors or just stories that were
documented. I talked to this friend of my mother-in-law who is really into
this stuff, and she seems to think that for some reason I have a connection
with this house, that it isn't just me being a channel. I don't know what to
think, I don't really want to know. Every Time I visited this house I would
get the creeps, and always in the same places. The was this small closet
looking space on the top, third floor, which was recorded to have been used
as an infirmary in the war. I was standing near it, thinking, I was getting
a funny feeling about it, and didn't notice my brother behind me--as  a joke
he picked me up and pushed me inside of it, and I will never forget the
black flash (if that makes sense) that came to me I am not sure if I
actually saw it or just "remembered" it, but it was one of the single most
frightening events to date. It was like I could hear just for that brief
second screaming and cries and see so many people in that small space. I
don't know I guess I can't really explain it. Anyway, the room that was
supposed to be the infirmary still has blood stains on the floor even though
the original boards have been removed and replaced, I truly think something
more happened up there. So then all of a sudden this guy and his wife up and
sold the house to my father's cousin, Curtis. Well, he got a grant form the
state to do further research on the house and he actually tracked down many
originally pieces from the house. In the meantime of all of this I get
engaged and one day I woke up and something told me that I should have my
wedding pictures taken in the old Halphin house. SO I called him up and
asked if that would be ok. he was reluctant because he really didn't want
anymore pictures taken n and of the house, but finally agreed. So I went
back because I was so totally drawn back to this house. Since Curtis has
been restoring this house, there is a much more peaceful air in it--really.
And anyway, as I was walking around, I prepared myself to be more open to
anything. I walked in the ballroom and got this very clear vision of this
lady with a beautiful gown and crown on (maybe the lady in the picture?) and
even though I had already had my wedding dress picked out, I  immediately
wen home and asked my mother to make the dress exactly as I told her. And
she did, though she found it was very hard to understand me sometimes.
Anyway, the dress turned out beautiful and exactly as I had envisioned it
and of course I topped it off with a small crown. I went and took the
pictures and when I walked out of the room dressed that way, I felt the most
wonderful, peaceful, and almost happy vibe rush in and out me. I t was like
just me looking that way brought peace to the house. The pictures wen well,
but there are a couple of questionable ones which I want to send to you to
examine when I receive them back form my mother. They were taken on a dead
tree but where we believe someone (Or more than one) was hung to death. In
the tops of the trees there is a mist. I thought it was the sun, but some
say no--I would just like to see what you think. Anyway, to Thank Curtis I
sent him a blownup picture of the entire exterior of the house with me
standing on the balcony of the master room. he later came to tell my father
that he can't explain it  but since that day there has been a great peaceful
feeling in the house. I am anxious to hear what you think and then again
about the pictures, I hope I have not wasted too much of your time. Thank
you.

My Father's Ghost
 

By: LindaBeat99@aol.com
 
 

I don't know if this qualifies, but I've only had one experience in my life
that I believe was supernatural, and that was right after my father died.  He
died unexpectedly from complications during a somewhat routine surgery, and
we were all devastated. My sisters blamed the hospital and the doctors, which
I too believe to some extent. The saddest part is we live 30 minutes from
Boston where the best doctors and hospitals are, and he died in, as my sister
put it, a "provincial little butchershop" not 10 minutes away. But anyway,
after his funeral had passed and we all went home, I had a very real dream
about him, but it wasn't broken up and wierd like dreams usually are, it was
very linear and logical, and I believe I actually spoke to him.  I was in a
very large house with hundreds of rooms, and hundreds of people filling each
room, and I had to look around a while before I found him.  He was sitting in
an armchair in a robe and a pair of pajamas I'd never seen before, looking
out a window.  I couldn't see what was outside the window, my impression was
just of a lot of people waiting for something. (Yes I'm Catholic, but please,
no limbo references, I don't just believe!). I knelt by his chair and took
his hand, and I remember being very angry. I asked him what happened, why we
didn't know this would happen to him.  He shook his head and said "It wasn't
the doctor's fault. They did the best they could." I told him I loved him and
missed him, and he said he knew. I even joked about his new pajames, and he
just smiled. I know this may be psychological, but one thing: I told my
mother about the pajamas he was wearing, and she said they sounded like the
ones he wore in the hospital.  I never got to see him in the hospital, he was
gone too soon. I believe I really did talk to him.
 

By: Angel7362746@aol.com
 
 

When I Was 10 (2 yrs ago) my grandpa had a violin and he would play the notes
of my name and then about 6 months later he passed away  and we still had the
violin at my grandma's well me my friend tim and tony went over there and we
were in the room /w the violin and it opened by its self and started playing
the notes of my name and it would stop and land in the case and close and it
happend the next weekend but we saw 4 figures 1 of my grandpa and 3 unknown
and the figures disapeered and so did the violin to this day i never knew
what happend to it and i never heard the violin or saw my grandpa again

My Guardian Great-Grandfather
 
 

By:  dmouat@ccllabel.com
 
 

I moved into my current house about 9 years ago. From time to time I
suspected I had a spirit living there, but since I never saw it, I could not
be sure. I would go into the basement to do laundry and would feel like
someone was there with me. Occasionally I would go down to remove clothes
from the washer and put them in the dryer and someone would have opened the
lid on the washer, which of course prevented the cycle from finishing. I am
the only one who ever does laundry and I could never swear that I just
hadn't forgotten, but it happened 5 or 6 times a year for the first 2 years
we lived there, then hasn't happened since.

I became pretty sure there was at least an occasional "visitor" when I had
two different dogs, on two different occasions, go crazy over something I
couldn't see. One day the male dog spent about 20 minutes staring out the
back door at the steps that led down to the patio, growling and snarling at
something, the hair on his back raised. This was the mildest, gentlest
beagle you ever met. He didn't bark at other dogs, at visitors, at intruding
squirrels and cats in his yard. This behavior was out of the ordinary, to
say the least. Nothing we did, not even food, could get him to abandon his
stance until finally he just stopped and walked away.

My second dog is a little more highly strung, but she too got upset at
something in the dining room one day and refused to budge, snarling and
staring, with hair on end. Again, nothing would persuade her to give up her
defensive posture until finally she just quit after maybe 10 or 15 minutes.
We joked that the dogs must be seeing ghosts.

Somewhere in all of this I decided there was an old man in the house. I
never saw him but somehow I felt that if there was a ghost, it was an old
man. I thought maybe it was the man who built the house, but I don't know if
he has passed on or not. I wasn't scared, nor did I even give the matter
much thought, since there were no problems.

Recently my brother-in-law, who has been developing his psychic abilities at
an astounding rate, decided to check over my house for "energies". He
informed me there was a spirit in the house, mostly in my bedroom and it was
terribly anxious and sad. But he could tell me no more. He was intrigued
enough to consult with one of his teachers, though, and came back to me a
few days later with the startling news that this being was my
great-grandfather (who died when I was 5 and whom I never really knew). My
great-grandfather felt he had never done enough for his family when he was
alive (he was a kindly man, apparently, but very poor with a large family)
and was simply desperate to help us now. Well, I guess that explains my "old
man".

I started thinking about some events which might have resulted in great
injury to my children but did not... The time my littlest son (age 3) got a
box of wooden matches from somewhere (we had company at the time - I really
am not a careless mother!) and proceeded to sit on my bed, lighting them and
dropping them on the sheets until he was discovered... Many little scorch
marks on the sheets but somehow he did not set himself or the bed on fire.
Or this same child who got up in the night (about 4 am) and played in the
kitchen until we woke up and put him back in bed. I tucked him in, got him
some water and went back to my bed and after I was almost back asleep I got
the strongest thought that I should go check on him again. So I hauled
myself out of bed and went to his room in time to confiscate the large
serrated, pointed knife he had snuck into his bed (playing it was a
"sword"). There have been other events but these are the most recent. I
think Great-grandpa takes his role as helper very seriously. I talked to him
and told him he is welcome in my home because I can use all the help I can
get with my kids! I wish I'd known him.

By: dmouat@ccllabel.com
 

I have been working with a teacher to raise my spiritual consciousness and
in the process have developed a few of what he tells me were (until now)
latent psychic abilities. For anyone who is scared of that prospect, let me
tell you that, when done with love and a desire for the highest good, it is
gentle and pleasant. Nothing bad has happened, and I have received a lot of
help when I asked for it. I realize now there are spirits all around us.
Many are like the beings you encounter on this plane - mostly decent
(sometimes confused or lonely) but there can be some anger or malevolence.
Also, not all spirits are or were human, which is where this story comes in.

I have a 5 year old female beagle. We got her when she was about 1 1/2 years
old, from a woman who had been injured and could not keep her. She is no
show animal but seemed sweet enough to be with my kids, which is what
mattered. After we had had her for a little while, though, I realized I
really did not like this dog. She was impossibly greedy and single-minded in
her pursuit of food, raiding the garbage, stealing from the table, etc...
She refused to stay off forbidden furniture. She knew she wasn't supposed to
get in my bed or on the sofa and she would run when she heard me coming, but
did it anyway. And nervous! She barked at the slightest noise, paced around
all the time, constantly pestered my husband when he would sit down,
followed us from room to room, always underfoot. I found myself experiencing
incredible rage toward this animal. Even friends who spent any time around
her agreed she was a difficult dog. She just got on your nerves. I found
myself in arguments with my husband when really what was wrong was the dog's
behavior had rubbed us raw. I wanted to get rid of her but figured no one
else could tolerate her either and that might mean cruelty in her future.
Also my son would never have forgiven me.

I began taking classes with my teacher over this past summer and one day he
asked me if I had any pets. I began to rant and rave about how I had this
pain-in-the-neck dog that I really despised. I rarely get so emphatic about
anything, but my dislike totally took over me. My teacher informed me that a
demon had attached itself to my dog. He said it wasn't human, and not
exactly going to ruin my life, just had found my dog as a way to experience
some life on this plane. However, it was negative and would create no good,
and probably some mischief. He suggested I call a mutual friend and ask him
to exorcise it. Contrary to what you may have heard, this isn't neccessarily
done through prayer. Prayer has little effect on non-human, or non-Christian
entities. It's a matter of manipulating energy and opening a vortex to
another plane, but not to be attempted by the amateur.

I called the friend and we agreed he would come to my house on Thursday. On
Tuesday night I had a bizarre dream, or maybe vision. I felt an intrusion in
my room, enough to wake me up. I awakened enough to "see", in my mind's eye,
a horrid object running out of my room on all fours. It was about the size
of a chimpanzee, and looked like a cross between a dog and a monkey. It was
dark brown, glistening, hairless and heavily muscled. I didn't see the head
or face because it was leaving very fast. I think the "demon" knew I was on
to it.

My friend came on Thursday and agreed there was something "on" the dog. He
worked a few minutes and then when he left told me he'd call tomorrow. We
couldn't discuss it then because my kids were there and I didn't want to
scare them. The next morning, my 12 year old son said he'd had the most
horrible nightmare - that a wild dog was out in our yard and was furiously
trying to get in. Eventually it crashed through the family room windows
(where our dog was sleeping, BTW) and chased him around the house. HMMM, I
thought, but said nothing.

Later I called my friend, who said he had been unable to capture the demon.
The minute he tried it took off like a shot. In order to help protect us
though, he'd created a bubble of protection around my house so it couldn't
get back in. He also created one around the dog. I told him about my son's
nightmare and we thought it pretty striking. He did some more work about a
week later and was able to capture and send away this thing.

The upshot is that my dog has calmed down considerably. She spends the
evenings in her bed instead of pacing the house. She barks less and somehow
lacks the irritant qualities she possessed in such abundance. I find myself
much calmer in her presence. Maybe I was sensing something about her before
that led to such dislike.

Sleep Problems
 

By: IM2KRZ@aol.com
 

I AM NOT SURE IF MY STORY IS ACTUALLY A GHOST OR WHAT, BUT I DO KNOW THAT IT
WASNT A DREAM!! A FEW YEARS BACK WHEN I LIVED WITH MY PARENTS, I FOUND MYSELF
WAKING UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT WITH THE FEELING THAT SOMETHING OR
SOMEONE WAS STARING AT ME. IT GOT TO THE POINT THAT I WAS AFRAID TO GO TO BED
 IN FEAR THAT I WOULD FINALLY SEE WHAT WAS STAIRING AT ME. IT GOT TO THE
POINT THAT I COULD ONLY SLEEP IF MY BOYFRIEND WOULD STAY WITH ME UNTILL I
FEEL ASLEEP. SOME NIGHTS MY BOYFRIEND COULD NOT COME OVER, AND THOSE NIGHTS I
WOULD WAKE UP TO THE STARES. WHEN I DID WAKE UP, I WOULD SEE NOTHING...UNTILL
THE LAST FEW NIGHTS...ONE OF THE NIGHTS THAT MY BOYFRIEND COULDNT COME OVER,
I WOKE UP TO THE STARES..AND SAW A MAN BY MY DOOR JUST STARING AT ME...I
INSTINCTIVLY SCREAMED AND HE DID NOT MOVE, UNTILL MY PARENTS CAME IN TO MY
ROOM AFTER HEARING MY SCREAMS AND HE DISAPPEARED....THIS WENT ON EVERY NIGHT
THAT MY BOYFRIEND COULD NOT COME OVER....BUT ONE NIGHT THAT REALLY PUT ME
OVER THE EDGE WAS WHEN I WOKE UP TO THE STARES AND THE MAN WALKED CLOSER AND
CLOSER AND WHEN I TRIED TO SCREAM I WAS JUST PETRIFIED, NO SCREAMS WOULD COME
OUT...BUT THE MAN DID NOTHING TO ME, HE JUST KEPT WALKING CLOSER, UNTILL
EVENTUALLY I WAS ABLE TO LET OUT A SCREAM...AND THEN HE DISAPPEARED...MY
PARENTS CAME IN THE ROOM AFTER HEARING MY SCREAM...THAT NIGHT I SLEPT WITH
THEM..AFTER THAT AWEFUL NIGHT, I SPOKE TO A CO-WORKER WHO SEEMED TO HAVE A
GIFT ON SEEING THE SPIRITUAL WORLD....SHE TOLD ME THAT THE MAN PROBABLY MEANT
NO HARM, HE WAS PROBABLY KEEPING AN EYE ON ME CONSIDERING HE NEVER WAS THERE
UNLESS MY BOYFRIEND WAS NOT THERE WITH ME WHEN I WENT TO SLEEP!! SHE GAVE ME
A LITTLE PRAYER TO SAY BEFORE I WENT TO BED..SINCE IT WAS SO LONG AGO I DON'T
REMEMNER HOW IT GOES...BUT IT WAS SOMEWHERE ON THE LINE THAT I SAID "THANK
YOU FOR WATCHING OVER ME, I AM DOING FINE, BUT WILL CALL FOR YOU IF I EVER
FEEL SCARED" BELIVE IT OR NOT THE MAN NEVER CAME BACK..EVEN WHEN MY BOYFRIEND
WASNT THERE WHEN I WENT TO SLEEP. i AM NOT SURE WHAT I SHOULD THINK ABOUT THE
WHOLE EXPERIENCE..IT COULD HAVE JUST BEEN A NIGHTMARE, OR MY IMAGINATION, OR
WHO KNOWS MAYBE MY OWN PERSONAL GHOST LOOKING OVER ME....THANK YOU

Faces on the Wall
 

By: gary@dervish1.freeserve.co.uk
 

  A new church was built after the old one burned down in a suspected satanist/other religious group activity.  The new parson moved in, and for a while everything was fine.  Soon though, he noticed descrepancies which would have been poltergeist activity, such as keys going, and then coming back in a different place.  He put it down to his bad memory.  Anyway, soon after this, he happened to change his bedroom to the larger one, due to the fact that the old one let in too much light, and was cold.

After six weeks or so, he noticed that there were shadows which seemed to move and become faces in the darkness.  He decided to perform a blessing on the house, and when he did all activity ceased.

Real Experience
 

By: ademutskiy@yahoo.com
 
 

One day, when I was 15 years old, I decided to
rearrange my bedroom. It took me all day to get
everything where I wanted. So at around 11:40 p.m., I
turned on the TV. to watch Jay Leno. I got in bed
wrapped myself in the blankets and relaxed after all
that work. It wasn't 2 mins. when all of a sudden I
felt a hand slam hard against my bed, near my feet.
Needless to say I bolted up, I had no clue as to what
had happened. I got out of bed and looked under it,
and in my closet I really didn't know what I was
looking for..even though I didn't know what I had just
experienced I wasn't spooked, I really didn't think it
was a ghost. I knew what had felt, and that I was the
only one in my room with the door closed. So I got up
went to the kitchen where my mother was, and told her
what happened. Since she couldn't offer any
explanation, I just shrugged it off as being strange.

I guess I still do, but I know I've had other strange
occurrences at that house, that I can't explain. Maybe
someone reading this can. More than 10 times, I've
woken up in the middle of the night, only to be
paralyzed. I couldn't speak, and I would always be in
a fetal position. It would always feel as though I was
being struck by lightening. After a min. or so I would
be able to move, which would leave me frightened and
very exhausted. Sleep would come to me almost
immediately. I've always just blew off the whole
experience as a position I had fallen asleep in, or
because I when I was 9 I was within three feet of
being struck by lightening...

Drug Store in California
 

By: DayMoore@aol.com

 California -- It's been six years since I worked as a CBS affiliate reporter in Chico.  Back then, I did a story on a drug store there, just across from the main cemetary in town.  If you call the chamber of commerce, they will confirm the rumors and give you the exact name of the drug store.  The store is next to Bidwell Park, named after General Bidwell.  Management and employees have reported a young woman, possibly native american, haunting the store -- particularly the stock room.  One long-time employee told me on camera that he once walked into the restroom, placed his wallet, comb, loose change, etc. in a wad on the bathroom basin (so that it would not fall out while he stepped into the stall).  When he came back out his items were missing.  The bathroom door was locked.  He looked outside to see if any of his colleagues pulled a prank and turned around to find all of his pocket contents neatly stacked along the basin:  coins stacked, comb alligned perfectly next to it, wallet as well.  Other employees reported hearing the woman whaling in the rafters.
For what it's worth, the camera I was using inside the store kept locking up as I tried to video tape the aisles and back room.  And, earlier that evening I had gone across the street to shoot video from the cemetary (to give a ghostly perspective from a looming tombstone), although the camera rolled none of it, other than the man's interview, was on the tape when I returned to the station to edit.
The history, I'm told, is that the store sits upon the old gold mining town's hanging tree.  The woman (a native american)was involved in a love trist between herself another native american and an american soldier.  She died after witnessing her lover's hanging.  I can't remember if all three of them were hanged.

By: Ruth71754@aol.com
 

We bought our home in 1993 in Texas.  The man we purchased the house from had
built it for his second wife, unfortunately soon after they moved in she was
diagnosed with cancer and died in the home.  Soon after we moved in strange
things happened, such as we would hear cars drive down our long driveway and
the garage door opening.  But, when we would check, no one was there.  One
evening, one of my twin daughters was watching TV in the living room and all
of a sudden, the entertainment center door opened and the stereo turned
itself on and began playing music. But the very latest "ghostly happening,"
has really shocked us.  The man who we bought the house from, Sonny, sold it
because he was grieving himself to death over the loss of his beloved spouse,
Doris.  He bought another house a few blocks from us.  He very unexpectedly
died of a massive heart attack the following year, sometime in 1994.

Last year, we had a home security alarm system installed.  The past 3 nights
this week, our alarm system has gone off and shows "Trouble at front door,"
yet when we check there's nothing amiss.  Last night, as I was cooking
dinner, my daughter walked her boyfriend out to his truck and she came back
in the house and said, "look what was on our front porch in front of the
door."  It was a rusty key, partially caked with dry mud.  I thought maybe
her boyfriend had dropped it, but she said no, he hadn't.  As I'm cooking
dinner, she diligently cleaned the dried mud off the key and proceeded to
stick it in the lock on our front door.  This key, which looks NOTHING like
the house keys we all carry, opened every door in our house, except the
french doors we installed a couple of years ago ourselves.  None of us are
missing a house key, and the only extra key we have is in the utility room,
and is still there.  I made a comment that our "ghost" must be trying to use
a key and I recalled how the alarm system inexplicably has been sounding
around midnite for the past 3 nights!  Well, last night, at midnight the
alarm sounded again, it again showed "Trouble at front door," but nothing was
found.  When my husband and daughter went to the alarm system to reset it,
they both noticed the carpet in front of the alarm system was very cold as
compared to the carpet elsewhere!

This morning I was telling my little ghost story at work, and a friend of
mine had the idea to check the Internet for Social Security Death Records to
see if October 13, 1999, might have been a date of birth or date of death of
either Sonny or Doris.  However, it didn't match anything with Doris or Sonny
and their last name, but I did recall that his "nickname" was Sonny, his
birth name was Alexander, when I put in his first name as Alexander and his
last name, lo and behold....Alexander "Sonny" died October 13, 1994, the
strange rusty, mud caked key appeared on our front porch 5 years to the day
that he passed away!

By: bcseymour@email.msn.com
 
 

I have had three experiences with ghosts.  I consider myself a sensible
person, but I am convinced that ghosts are real even though I cannot prove
their existence to anyone else.

#1.  I offered to babysit for a co-worker's little girl one evening, and the
mother and boyfriend left the Grand Rapids, Michigan house after the little
girl was in bed and asleep.  While they were gone, I decided to wash their
dirty dishes because I was terribly bored now that the little girl was in
bed.  I was five months pregnant at the time.

I began to feel like I was being watched while I was in the kitchen, and I
nervously peeked out all the windows and doors periodically, but saw
nothing.  Once the dishes were done, I decided to read books, and went to
the living room to look at the bookshelves.  I then heard footsteps of
someone walking up stairs at the back of the house.  There were at least 8
footsteps, and they were loud.  I thought "Great, they are back early!"  I
ran to look out the back door, but saw that the steps and porch were of
cement...and there were only four steps to the back porch.  The footsteps I
had heard were on wooden steps.  I was very nervous and puzzled, but
determined to get to the bottom of this mystery.  I opened the basement door
behind me and saw that the steps were wooden, but there was no-one there.
The footsteps had definitely been coming up, not going down.

The family cat, Ernie, was in the kitchen and was calm and unruffled, so I
decided that if Ernie could take it, so could I!  I then went to the living
room to read the book I had selected.  I was too nervous to go upstairs and
check on the little girl. While I sat in the living room, I felt watched
again.  I got the impression that there was great interest in my unborn
child.  This made me very angry, and I began to meditate that a forcefield
of protection was formed around me, protecting me and my baby.  After this,
I was too anxious to read. I moved a chair to a corner of the room and sat
there with Ernie the cat.

When the mother returned, I got out of there in a hurry.  I did not tell her
or her boyfriend of any of my experiences, because I thought they would
think I was a nut.  I did not drive down that street again for fifteen
years.

Two months later, the woman asked to meet me for lunch, and she looked like
hell.  She wanted to know if I had experienced anything strange while I was
at her house, and I said that I had indeed, but feared that she would think
me crazy, so I had not said a thing.

She told me that they had been haunted right out of that house and now were
living in a trailer about 40 miles north of there.  The spirit had floated
her daughter's body over her bed while she was asleep, knocked their hats
off, thrown piles of books and papers on the floor, and cursed them.  They
had to have the house excorcised by a priest, and even then had friends move
their belongings out. They never set foot in it again.

#2.  I had my beloved old cat, Lion, put to sleep in my bedroom.  He hated
going to the vet clinic, and was almost dead of kidney failure, so that
seemed the most humane alternative. For many months afterward, I could feel
Lion sitting behind me on chairs.  He loved to get behind me and just lean
on me.  It was very comforting, because I missed him terribly.  Finally one
day I saw him walk out of the bedroom and around the corner into the living
room.  I decided that I must be selfishly keeping him here.  I told him to
go on to whatever was next, and I would be with him again when I got there.
I have not seen or felt him since.

#3.  I went to the home of a friend who was renting an old farmhouse in
Byron Center, Michigan.  It was an interesting house, about 150 years old,
and he gave me tour.  As we walked around the house, I felt the prickly
hairs rise up on the back of my neck, and realized that I had experienced
that same feeling in the haunted house in Grand Rapids.  I turned to my
friend and blurted out, "Howard, is this house haunted?"
He looked surprised, and said, "Why, it's funny that you would ask, but yes,
it IS haunted."  And I said, "Well, I knew it, because I have been in a
haunted house before, and I can feel something looking at me.  Do you know
anything about who or what this is?"

The house was previously owned by an old man who had become a widower,
became very depressed, and went out to the barn and hung himself.  Howard
said that when he first lived there, at times the doors opened and footsteps
went by, as though an invisible person was walking through the house.  He
decided that whatever it was did not want to hurt him, so he ignored it and
eventually it stopped.  I told Howard that it was very interested in me, and
that I had to go to the bathroom so we had to LEAVE, because I was not going
to the bathroom with a ghost watching me.  Howard thought this was very
amusing, but we left. I never returned there.