Hi, my name is Jami Stover, and I would like to share with
you some of my life experiences with the Paranormal.
The first experience that I would like to share with you, I will call
old man George.We moved in the house on Bradly in Indianaolis,In.And I
had livd in the house since I was 4 years, my experiences started to
occur when I was about 7 or 8 you know the time when you usually get in
trouble for things like leaving the tv on, anyways I would here foot
steps during all hours of the day and things would disappear and then
reappear some where and the ghost would even get me inn trouble from
time to time, because I would go to bed at night and when I got up the
next day my step father would always be there to greet me and my sister
and brother and yell at us because we were wasting electricity and he
would say turn the tv off when you go to bed it costs money,"oh how
those words still echo in my head to day" and our reply would be as
always we did turn it off dad,but he would always look at us with that
yeah right look and just walk off. This went on all through my teenage
years and once my boyfriend,(now husband) came over to spend the night
and got to experience that on his own tv unplugged and this he could
verify awoke only to find the tv on in the morning and a dumbfounded
look on his face. To my knowledge Old man george still lives in that old
house on Bradly and is still haunting it to this day.
My next experience took place in my moms trailer when I
was thirteen years old, now I went back and forth between my moms and my
step dads houses all throughout life and I am of sound mind so non of
this is made up so here it goes.
From the moment I first set foot in the old trailer It
gave me the creeps, and I knew an old lady had lived there and I am
pretty sure she died there,also.
It started right off the bat, It started with hearing my
name being called and my mom thought that I was on drugs because I would
always ask her if she called my name when in fact she had not, and she
would never hear a thing.then to make matters worse, I would be there
alone and I would here it when no one was there I "ALWAYS FELT LIKE I
WAS BEING WATCHED" and would get intense cold feelings and emotions of
anger and jealously. I would feel like someone walked right through me
and my hair would stand on end.I absolutely hated the place and being
there by myself. I felt that whow ever or what ever it was did not like
me at all and I had no trouble sensing that.
Later when I was grown and had moved out, my mother told
me that she saw an old woman standing in the door way of the back
bedroom more than once before she moved into her new trailer across the
street. And my mother has even told me she has been visited by her once
after she moved out.At a time of trouble the specter visited my mother
and said not to worry she would take care of it and after that it was.
For my last and final story that I will list on this
page takes place in the getto of Indy where my best friend at the time
lived.She said she would here noise in the kitchen like if someone was
doing the dishes also she said she would see a heavy set colored woman
when she would be cleaning.but my experience is a bit more dramatic and
it is the absolute most frightening of the experiences that I have had
and is the one that I will never forget.
One night I was lying in the bed awake with my
eyes closed, and was just thinking that my boyfriend would be home soon
and how I could not wait to see him. Then I felt someone get into the
bed and lay down next to me, and I rolled over to happily greet my
boyfriend,but when I opened my eyes there was no one there with me,
however the impression of a body most undoubtedly a man was indented in
the bed next to me, I immediately rushed up out of bed in a fit of
terror and ran out into the living room where my boyfriend greeted my
dumbfounded by my hysterical antics also very confused. I never stayed
in that place again and that was the most frightening experience that
maid all others pale by comparison.
I hope that you have enjoyed my experiences, I have
many more experiences that I could share but these will do for now. I
think that I must be sensitive to the paranormal or they just like to
scare the crap out of me.so long and I will put up more stories in the
future, for I have plenty of them to tell.
Hello, my name is Christye. IM 17 years old. See, my great grandmother
died in Feb. of 99. We think she is the ghost that takes up residence in our
house. Heres my story. One night while I was waiting for my boyfriend to
come over, I was sitting in my living room. The light in my room was on because
I was getting my newborn ready for bed. All the sudden the light turned off,
then it came back on again. I didn't pay any attention to it, because I
get scared very easily and I didn't want to get worked up over it so I just
blew it off. Well, after my boyfriend came and went I fell asleep on my couch.
About 4:30 in the morning my son woke up hungry so I fed him and all the
good stuff. I then went and crawled in bed, and I sleep with my radio on. Well,
all the sudden, it just turned off. I couldn't have rolled over on the
remote, because my son was sleeping on my chest. The power didn't turn
off, because when the power goes off, my radio resets itself. I got all spooked
and finally fell asleep. Later that morning I woke up to someone tapping
on my window. I got up to look, and I didn't see anything. As I turned to go
back to bed, I heard it again. No one was there. I finally fell back
About 2 hours later, my mom called to wake me up. As we were talking, she
said that something weird happened to her that morning. I said "me too!".
I told her what happened to me, then she told me what happened. she was in
her room, with the door shut getting ready for work. She said that she heard a
person sneeze. It wasn't me because I was sleeping, and it couldn't have
been my son because he was sleeping, and if he sneezed it would have woke me
up. When she looked there was nobody there. Well, yesterday morning, my
boyfriend woke up and left my house to go get me breakfast from McDonalds. While he
was gone, I heard footsteps come down my hall, turn around, go back down the
hall, come back, then turn around and leave again. I was scared to death.
Then this morning my mom called again. See, we have a filing cabinet next
to our computer desk that has a key, but the key is always in the top drawer.
My mom came to get on the computer last night and the key was in the key
hole. She asked me if I put it in there. I couldn't have because I didn't even
know where the key was. My step-dad didn't do it because he didn't know where
it was either. My mom thinks that the "ghost" isn't harmful, but it still
scares me. Were now keeping dates when all the weird stuff happens to us.
A little background on me;I'm 26 yrs old, french is my first language so don't fuss over mistakes.I never confirmed to myself that ghost exist but 3 things happen to me I can't explain and the following story.so any of you got an explanations or opinions ...feel free to write.
This is 3 dreams and a really wierd coincidence that I had about someone close to me. But first you have to know a couple of things . I met Guy in '94 , through some mutual friends, in Vancouver(Canada). We had something going on but we were to afraid ,I guess, to say that we had some feelings towards each other. He had a problem with hard drugs, since I had been on that road and knew well enough the consequences, I told him that I could'nt be around that stuff and as long as he did it could'nt be around him. He understood and went his own way for a while until he went in detox and he called me back a couple month later. Well, something I know about hard drugs is that it always calls you back so I told him that it was great for him to make a step but maybe he needed more time to know his limits and his weaknesses.....a couple months later he went back to it!!
That went on for 3 years, totally broke my heart but the last year he went in and out of the hospital where I went and see him. He never told me what he had, I learned after his death from a friend that he had AIDS. I never knew why he never told me.
Bare with me , this is revelent, I moved to Vancouver and lived there for 4 years(love that city) but for personnal reason I planned in December '97 to go back home in Montreal and bought the airplane ticket for the next month, January 26, '98. I told Guy and he said " I'll be seeing you in Montreal next month".
Well, that's when the dreams started( I was still in Vancouver). The first one was in January '98, I was in a room.... kinda...(you know dreams, weird!) Guy came to me, he looked good but sad. He told me that he passed on and came to say goodbye, he hugged me and then......I woke up crying and totally out of myself cause my roomate came in the room saying " What's happening??"...first thing out of my mouth was; Guy 's dead!. Thinking it was just a dream I blew it off, took my plane and for 3 months waited for Guy in montreal. he never came....Physically!
I learned in march of '98 that he died in the hospital...that January. I remembered the dream and I was disrupt.I wondered what day did he actually died, if it was in any way possible that my dream was "real". Well, they say that the dead hears your thoughts so I said to myself; o.k., let me know the date!
Guy had a childhood friend, they were almost always together doing mischief and such. We called him (still do) Blatz.By the way this one is not a dream. Blatz got caught doing something not important to the story in '96 and went to the pen(where he still is).We lost touch with Blatz until one afternoon 4-5 months after Guy's death. a brithly sunny warm day, another friend and I decided to go cruising on his motorbike.He put his bike keys on the kitchen counter and we got ready boots, coats, gloves and helmets. He then went to grab the keys but they were gone,he search his pants and asked if I had taken them , I said "no". We looked for those keys everywhere bathroom, livingroom etc. for 15-20 minutes then the phone rang, I answered and it was a collect call from Blazt in jail. Really surprise, I talked to him telling him he was lucky to get me as I was going out the door.He then asked me if I had heard from Guy, I realised that he didn't knew what happened to him, so knowing they were best friend I tried to tell him in a gentle way that guy passed on that January. All the while my friend is still searching for his keys. We talked for a little while then hang up. As I turned to search those damn keys, my friend came out the bathroom towards me, at the same time we looked at the counter and saw the keys. He grabbbed them and said "hum...I'll wait for you outside! At that time the only thing I could think of is "thanx for delaying me so I can talk to Blazt. But now as I look back I think Guy just made sure I told Blatz what happened to him.
I didn't dream of him until the next January 12, 1999. In my second dream, we had fun like we used to, we laughed, he told me he loved me but couldn't say it while he was alive. I woke up feeling good and wrote it down. That's why I think that's the date he left.
Since then, I dreamed of him several times . I write each dream down , it gives me something to hold on to. My father died in '95, I dream of him but it's not the same feeling of reality, connection like he's not really there. My father uses the lights in my mother's home to make himself known.With Guy it's different, I can actually feel the closeness, a sense of reality and when I wake up, I feel so peaceful.
Two days ago I dreamed of us together , really together. He was showing me around and we were so happy we hugged, we kissed and when I woke up I was rested, VERY happy *L* and just plain peacefull.
It's funny because I look at the occurences, he comes whenever I'm
feeling lonely, sad or blue. I'm still skeptical cause maibe it's just
my brain playing tricks on me or just attribuing feelings or values that
I define to be him....you know dreams!!!.....but somewhere deep down,something
tells me otherwise.
LIFE EXPERIENCES UNEXPLAINED
My first unexplained phenomena occurred in my early teens.
While boxing a
pole/playing in the basement of our new home, I started thinking about my
grandfather who had recently passed away. I felt a tap on my shoulder that
felt like someone was standing behind me. It was broad daylight outside and
the sliding glass door in the basement illuminated the room. My body filled
with chills and I ran upstairs frightened.
At the age of 26 my family and I moved our ill grandmother into our home to
care for her. She died several months later inside the house and after her
death made her presence still known in spirit. I personally awoke late one
evening to a bluish/white glow radiating my entire bedroom, cleansing
everything. Caught between sleep, but certainly awake, I could feel her
hovered over the foot of my bed singing a song called, " Over The Mountain."
A few days later my mother told me that grandma's spirit appeared to her and
sang her the same song. My brother and his girlfriend also reported hearing
noises many nights of someone running up and down the stairs late at night.
Our grandmother was confined to a wheel chair during the late stages of her
A couple of years later my eldest and closest Christian brother passed on.
My current roommate also knew him and after our friends' passing, several
poltergeist like occurrences occurred inside our apartment. Pictures would
fall off the wall, books would fall off shelves, objects set sedentary in one
room would be found laying on the floor in another room. Even items stored
high in my bedroom closet would be found laying on the floor in the
livingroom. One night when feeling really depressed about my life and
circumstances, I prayed and asked my deceased Christian friend to give me a
sign on what I have to do inorder to make my life better. I pleaded for an
answer and upon waking up the next morning discovered all of my religious
books slung three feet off its book shelf, onto the floor. All other
non-spiritual books on the same shelf didn't budge an inch.
On top of these, I have always felt I could read peoples' character and
sense what they are going through.
One last incident, as a teenager while walking down a sidewalk, I suddenly
pictured a waitresses' face in my mind. Someone who I haven't worked with in
quite awhile. When I turned the corner 30 seconds later, she and I bumped
South African haunting
"The experiences i am about to write about are true and did happen
to me.I am
now 24 and the starnge things started when i was about 13 or so can't remember
the exact age. I'm living in South Africa and was living in a house where
someone had died of sickness several years before (+- 10)
One night i was laying in my bed asleep and woke up and on the left
of my bed i saw two figures in monks clothing kneeling at my bed . the were
dressed in black and where the faces were supposed to be the was just a black
hole. I felt evil coming from them. then as i looked at the right hand side of
my bed i saw the same apiration only this one had white clothes and a string
yellow white light surrounding it. I felt save with this one (maybe an agel?)
Anyway i felt the danger as if the balck one was goiung to take me , then the
white one lifted up his arm and the black ones dissappeared into smoke . i
looked at the white one again and it pointed to the end of my bed and there
was the image well rahter it seemed like flesh and blood the devil himself ...
red face but extremely ugly with a devious grin and horns on the head(yes i
know it sounds so childish) Once again the white figure lifted it's hand and
the image of the devil dissappeared. (all the time there was a light shining
thru my door and the door was open) Eventually when the white figure
disappeared as well i sprang up and switched on my light ..Guess what my door
were closed and we had no hallway light and no other kights were on in the
house. Since then i got this gift - I could see things in advance. From then
i "saw" three people in our family die and one having a accident.;Can someone
maybe give me some more information as what happend to me then? Just a
further note i felt no coldness jut the feeling of evil coming from the black
figures and peace and a feelling of safeness from the white figure.
"I'm 24 now and these things happend about two years ago.I don't like
recalling this memories cause it was really a terrible time in my life and
don't like a reminder of it but seeing that other people had the same
experiences. We moved to a new appartment (two stories) At first nothing was
wrong but about a month after we moved in i was ordered to bedrest due to a
difficult pregnancy. I was about to deliver. I was laying on my bed reading My
bed rest against the nothern wall and the footend of the bed facing the
southern wall with the door southwest of the bed. It was quiet a big room .. I
thought it was my husband who came home from luch , i saw a man walking into
the room but then realized it wasn't hubby, the man walked from the door in a
straight line right thru the eastern wall . i could see him clearly ,brown
hair , and a flower shirt and shorts and some running shoes. he just looked
straight ahead and walked. I couldn't feel change in tempreture and wasn't
afraid. Since then strange things happend. Doors would slamme close and when i
have a look none of the doors are closed. After i delivered and got back home
with the baby this got at it's peak . lightbulbs would fall out if i would
switch on the lights, things would fall in the bathroom and kithcen and then
hubby would investigate and nothing would be out of place. One night i was in
the toilet coming out and then in the door a few cintimeters from me he
*ghost/figure* stood then i felt cold gossebumps and my hair rising. I
screamed and hubby appeared ofcourse he saw nothing. I once saw him in my
little boys room since then my boy doesn't wanted to sleep in his room. The
touch lamp would go on and of as if someone was playing with it. i went and
did some investigating and found that the guy who lived there ten years before
shot himself because his wife and small son left him*getting the connection?*
I saw a picture of the man *My hubby are in the police force and had access to
mortury archives* The apartment was renovated right before we moved in and the
bullet hole where is bullet hitted the wall was sealed up. this seemed to have
triggered it*could it be something else?* anyway the last few weeks before the
house was blessed i felt the evil and rage against me growing . i even lived
down stairs for a while using the neighbors bathroom*they thought i was crazy*
well this is my story..
I grew up in a haunted house, living there for 21 years. This
story is about a friends house. I have always been sensitive
to ghosts andvery aware when one was around. my friend wanted to
give his sister a combination birthday/halloween party as they were both
on the same day.
The main part of the party was to take place in the red room. the room had red carpeting, red drapes and red fleur-de-lis flocked wallpaper. The furniture was massive and dark I had always sensed something was in the room but I had never actually seen anything.
I was supposed to hide in the closet dressed like a witch, and at the appropriate time jump out and scare his sister and her friends, the minute I entered the closet, I knew I wasn't alone. The temperature dropped by about 15 degrees, and I felt something touching me. i must add here that the closet was, when I entered it totally empty . Anyway, I jumped out and told mark something was in there. He laughed and told me to get back in the closet that his sister would come in in just a few minutes. Reluctantly, I went back inside. No sooner had the door closed that I felt very depressed, it was suddden, too sudden . I turned around and saw a man !
The man had a flannel shirt, suspenders, red hair and a rope suspended from the ceiling around his neck.
I of course jumped out of the closet. Mark was aggravated that I hadn't stayed in the closet, but by then his sister , her friends and a chaperone were almost in the room . I babbled to Mark about what I had seen. I noticed one chaperone, instead of laughing looked scared.
later, she told me that she had lived in the house next door all her life and when she was a child, she remembered the man who used to live in the house, 20 years prior to Mark's family moving in. The man had red hairusually wore flannel shirts and suspenders,and had hung himself in the closet!
Stories from a 300 Year Old House
For ten years my family and I lived in a three hundred year old farm
house. There were many paranormal incidents to happen to my friends and
I. I remember once, it was Christmas Eve, I had awoke from my sleep. Not
by a noise, I just happened to awake. In my room the bed faced the door
which looked upon our stair well. As I lifted my head up I noticed
someone walking up our stairs. It wasn't anyone in my family because none
of than let off an iridescent glow. As I watched with scared amassment, I
noticed that this figure appeared to be of a young girl in her late teens
early twenties. She proceeded up the stairs, only to stop and sit on the
top step. There she sat and opined a book of some sort. This is when she
turned to look at me. In hr eyes there was a look of anguish and fear.
Out of fright I ducked under my covers and refused to poke my head out
again. That was not the last Tim I witnessed a paranormal experience
first hand. In order to understand this story you have to understand how
our house was set up. On the top floor there were four bedrooms and a
full bathroom. If you were standing in the bathroom, from the door it is
easy to see straight down the stairs and into our lower hallway that
connected our living room with the weight room. Well, one night I was in
the bathroom and I lazily left the door open. I looked out the door and
down the stairs. There I saw a woman in a long white Victorian/Southern
Dress. She appeared at the doorway to the living room and proceeded to
walk across the hallway to the other doorway, that is where she vanished.
Not only have I experienced these but also my friends and family have
stories that they will willingly share.
HI FROM GRANDMA
IN 1995 MY BROTHER WAS INVOLVED IN A CAR ACCIDENT IN WHICH RESULTED IN HIM BEING TAKEN TO THE WESTMEAD CHILDREN'S HOSPITAL ,WHICH WAS ABOUT 2 HOURS DRIVE FROM US, IN ORDER TO HAVE MICRO SURGERY TO REPAIR HIS HAND. MY MOTHER AND I GOT A LIFT WITH A FRIEND TO THE HOSPITAL SO WE COULD BE WITH HIM WHEN HE WOKE UP FROM THE SURGERY. WHEN WE ARRIVED AT THE HOSPITAL, THE NURSE AT THE DESK SAID "YOUR MOTHER WAS JUST HERE ASKING ABOUT HER GRANDSON". MY MOTHER JUST FROZE. "MY MOTHER", SHE ASKED. "YES", SAID THE NURSE. "WHAT DID SHE LOOK LIKE", ASKED MY MOTHER, "SHE WAS RATHER PLUMP, WITH TIGHT CURLY GREY HAIR AND SHE WAS WEARING A PINK DRESS WITH FLOWERS ON IT" REPLIED THE NURSE. MY MUM JUST FELL INTO THE CHAIR. WHY YOU ASK? HER MOTHER HAD DIED 6 YEARS BEFORE, AND WAS CREMATED IN A PINK DRESS WITH FLOWERS ON IT!!
When I was little I went to a drive-in movie . I dont know how old
but im 11 now so I dont knw evrey little thing that happened. Anyway the
movie was boring so I met up with these twins that were about a year
older than me at the time. We were playing around the drive-in when we
saw two girls that were covered in black . They were the same shape as
the twins! The twins told me that the knew who they were.They were
ghost.I could tell that they were not the girls shadows cuz the black
twins were walking up to us very slowly,and the twins who were with me
were not even moving! Well back then I was a brave little kid so I
begian to walk to them thinking it was a trick. But when one of them
stoped It scared me so I ran back to the other twins. Through out the
hole movie the black twins fallowed us around untill It was over. Till
this day I have no clue who those black twins were,but I can tell you
one thing. I dont think the were human.
Last night me and four of my friends were out
driving around trying to
think of things to do on a Saturday night. When we started talking about the
haunted houses that our known of in our town. When I remembered hearing about
a House near mine that my english teacher told my class about...so we decided
to drive past everybody got a eerie feeling. So we went and got a camera to
take pictures of the house..when we got back to the house we made up a plan
to go knock on the door. So me and one of my other friends knocked and she
backed off. I tried looking in the door window but it had cloth over it and
their was no door handle and it had a pad lock on it so there was no way to
get in not even another door... There was only one window that wasnt boarded
up on the lower level so I looked in and took some pictures while my friends
stood back away from the house. Then they all said Dana Dana come away
hurry...and I told them to shut up and stop trying to scare me then I
happened to look up towards the upstairs window and someone or something had
the curtain pulled back and was starring down at us (it looked like a black
shadow)....we took off running to my car and drove off very fast.. Well the
next morning me and my brother went back...and the window on the door was
wide open and you could see in the house perfectly fine..and the curtains up
stairs were closed... we walked around the house a few more times when I then
looked up and the figure was lookin down at us again...its a dark shadow
looking figure pale almost not there it had wide open eyes and no hair...my
brother snapped a picture and we ran....I told my neighbor and he took us
back over there...and in the back of the house theres a old window that was
covered with wood you could pull the wood away from the window and look in
and there was a rope hanging from the pipes on the ceiling.....one end with a
slipknot and the other with a sandbag..like someone had hung themself. I'm
not sure what the whole story is but I know never to go back
Voices From the Linen Closet
I HOPE YOU BELIEVE THIS STORY. IT HAPPENED TO MYSELF AND FAMILY (AND
STILL IS) ABOUT 5 YEARS AGO. WE LIVED IN A YOUNG HOUSE, ABOUT 15 YEARS
OLD IN SYDNEY AUSTRALIA, FROM THE DAY THAT WE MOVED IN IT JUST FELT STRANGE
TO ME AND MY MOTHER. THERE WAS ALWAYS A "COLD SPOT" JUST NEAR THE LINEN
CLOSET IN THE HALLWAY. A FOUL SMELL WOULD SOMETIMES BE SMELT ALONG WITH
THE COLD SPOT. ABOUT 5 MONTHS AFTER WE MOVED IN, WE WOULD HERE KNOCKING
ON THE INSIDE OF THE LINEN CLOSET, AND SOMETIMES WE COULD HEAR VERY FAINT
TALKING, BUT WE COULD NEVER UNDERSTAND WHAT THEY WERE SAYING. THIS SCARED
THE HELL OUT OF US, AND WE CALLED UPON A LOCAL PRIEST IN ORDER TO TRY AND
FIND OUT WHAT THE HELL WAS IN OUR HOUSE. THE PRIEST CAME AND BLESSED THE
HOUSE AND WE HAD NO FURTHER TROUBLE FOR ABOUT 3 MONTHS. NOW THE STORY TAKES
A TURN FOR THE WORST. LATE ONE AFTERNOON, I WAS STANDING WITH MY MOTHER
IN FRONT OF THE LINEN CLOSET WHILE SHE WAS PUTTING AWAY SOME LINEN. ALL
OF A SUDDEN, WE WERE OVERCOME BY THE MOST FOUL SMELL THAT ALMOST MADE US
THROW UP. IT WAS COMING OUT OF THE LINEN CLOSET, AND WAS LIKE NO OTHER
SMELL WE HAD EVER EXPERIENCED BEFORE. THEN, WITHOUT WARNING, A HIGH PITCHED
VOICE SAID " GET OUT OF MY F****** HOUSE".
IT WAS THE VOICE OF AN OLD WOMAN, A VOICE THAT WE WILL NEVER FORGET. WE JUST STOOD AT THE DOOR DUMBFOUNDED. OVER THE NEXT YEAR OR SO, WE CALLED UPON EVERY PRIEST IN THE DISTRICT, NOTHING COULD GET RID OF IT. MUM PUT THE HOUSE UP FOR SALE FOR $20,OOO LESS THAN SHE PAID FOR IT, AND WE HAD ABOUT 3 PEOPLE LOOK AT IT OVER 6 MONTHS. THIS WAS A VERY GOOD SUBURB, AND THERE WERE PEOPLE ACROSS THE STREET WITH THEIR HOUSE UP FOR SALE, AND THEY HAD PEOPLE LOOK AT THEIR PROPERTY ALMOST EVERYDAY! THINGS GOT WORSE, ITEMS WOULD MOVE AROUND THE HOUSE, THE TOILET WOULD FLUSH (WHEN WE WERE ALL WATCHING TV) AND YOU COULD SOMETIMES SEE THINGS LEVITATING NEAR THE CEILING! THE VOICE WOULD TALK ALL THE TIME, DOORS WOULD SLAM IN YOUR FACE, AND YOU ALWAYS FELT AS IF SOMEONE WAS WATCHING YOU. OUR SMALL DOG WOULD NEVER GO INTO THE HALLWAY, AND IF YOU PICKED HIM UP AND TOOK HIM IN THERE, HE WOULD SCRATCH, BITE, AND BARK AT YOU IN ORDER TO TRY AND GET OUT OF YOUR ARMS. SOMETIMES, YOU WOULD HEAR SOMEONE WHISPER IN YOUR EAR, AND TOUCH YOU, EVEN THOUGH YOU KNEW THAT NO ONE WAS NEAR YOU! IN MY OPINION, THIS HOUSE WAS TRULY EVIL, I WILL NEVER FORGET IT! THE THING THAT SCARED YOU THE MOST WAS THE VOICE, IT WAS HIGH PITCHED, AND WAS NOT OF THIS WORLD. AFTER YEARS OF LIVING THERE, WE FINALLY SOLD THE HOUSE AND MOVED, I REMEMBER THE NIGHT BEFORE THE VOICE CALLED OUT "I'LL BE BACK". I NOW LIVE WITH MY BROTHER, MY MOTHER AND SISTER LIVE ABOUT 40 MINUTES DRIVE FROM US, AND SO DOES THE GHOST. IT FOLLOWED MUM WHEN SHE MOVED! ALTHOUGH NOTHING LIKE WHAT HAPPENED BEFORE HAS EVER TAKEN PLACE AT MY MOTHERS, SOMETIMES SOME THINGS ARE SEEN MOVING ABOUT LIKE, MUGS, AND SMALL ORNAMENTS. WE KNOW THAT IT IS THERE. WHEN EVER I VISIT MY MOTHER I KNOW THAT THIS THING IS WATCHING ME, AND I NEVER STAY LONG. WE DON'T KNOW WHAT IT WAS, OR WHERE IT CAME FROM, BUT WE HAVE NO DOUBT THAT IT IS EVIL. WE WILL NEVER FORGET THAT HOUSE FOR AS LONG AS WE LIVE. I HOPE YOU BELIEVED THIS STORY. I AM THINKING OF WRITING A BOOK ABOUT IT, DOES ANYONE HAVE ANY IDEAS?
FOOTNOTE: OVER THE PAST 4 YEARS, THERE HAVE BEEN ABOUT 6 DIFFERENT FAMILY'S WHO HAVE LIVED AT THE OLD HOUSE, NONE HAVE STAYED LONGER THAN 12 MONTHS, I WONDER WHY!
Snooch was the family nickname for my great-grandfather, he died
in Nov 90.
At the time I was in tech school (military), it was the last week, I had
finished all my training and was waiting to ship out. My friends and I had
planned to spend four more days together in Florida. The two nights before
we were to be released I dreamt about Snooch, he looked good...like I
remember him when I was younger, he had been in the hospital when I left for
basic training so did not look good the last time I saw him in the flesh.
We were standing across from one another and I remember feeling so good, so
loved, so light in spirit...I'm rambling but I want you to understand the
great peace and serenity I felt. Snooch said that he wanted to see me, that
he wanted me to know that he loved me very much and that he was so proud of
me. I remember smiling and reaching for him and he said Baby I have to go
but remember that I love you always. I had not told my Mother about my
plans with my friends so the day I was released I called and told her we
were on our way to Florida, she said that she needed me to come home. Being
the headstrong person that I am I needed her to tell me why ...she said that
they had not told me but Snooch had died two days before and they had held
off on the funeral until I got there. That's when the enormity of my dream
hit me I told her that Snooch had come to me to say Good-bye, I told her the
dream and she just cried because she said that he asked her about me the
same night he passed away. Needless to say I got that night and the funeral
was held the next day. The story still does not end there, I chose to wear
my uniform so that Snooch could "see" me in it and the suit he was buried in
was the same suit that he had come to me wearing, a light gray suit that as
always was just a little to big for him.
Hello I was reading some of your stories and thought I would send
you some of mine. I have three of them with only one of them being
comfirmed because it happened to me. One night i was sitting in the
office of my house on my computer. Directly behind me there is an
old office chair made of wood with metal joints that creaks often when
you sit on it or move around on it. This night while I was on the
computer the chair creaked for a split second. I turned around and
the chair back was toward me so if any one was sitting on it their back
would be to my back. It happeded again and I looked and the chair
was unmoved. When It happened the third time it was louder and longer.
When I turned around this time the chair was turned around like some one
was sitting on it and watching me. Needless to say I turned the computer
off and went to bed. One other thing that has happeded in the house
concernes our dog. My bedroom is at the end of a hallway. At
night I lock the dog in the room with me with a plastic see through baby
fence so he won't mess in the house. Some times he stares down the
halway and barks at something I can't see. The house is only about
25 years old and as far as I know nothing has happened in the house bad
or any deaths.
Two stories I can't confirm are with my brother and one of my dad's friends. One day my mom and my little brother(about 4 or 5) were in the car driving. He looked over at a graveyard on the highway and said "Look at all the people mom." When she looked there wasn't anyone there. My dad's friend that he works with says he lives in a haunted house. The only thing the ghost does though is take drinking glasses up to the attic and stacks them up into piles. I don't think that they have ever seen or heard the ghost.
His Aunt's Goodbye
My mother told me a story about what had happened to my father when
just a young man. He was born in 1908 in Missouri. She told me that
neighbors and family had come to my great-aunt's house to sit with her
because she was treminally ill. In those days, that was what was done in
the rural communities as hospitals stays were out of the question. It was in
the wee hours of the morning when three of the men decided to go out side to
have a smoke. Since it was summer it was cooler outside than inside. As
they were talking, their attention was drawn to one corner of the house where
the rainbarrel stood. A mist started rising out of the barrel and took on the
transparent form of my Dad's aunt. The men hurried inside to tell everyone
what they had seen. They were met inside with the news that his aunt had
just passed away. She must have appeared outside as her way of saying
goodbye to those now in the room with her. I have other stories to tell,
but they can wait till another time.
Just to let you know I've always believed in ghosts and
ghost stories - my mother lived in a haunted house in
Philadelphia. But this past September I agreed to house and
cat sit for my daughter while she was in Ireland helping
people at a new company for her employer for a month. She
has a lovely older cat named E.T. after the
extra-terrestrial in the movie - he's an orange and
delightful, about 13 years old.
E.T. is used to sleeping next to me against the other pillow
on my daughter's double bed. About the second week I was
staying there I finally realized the pounce that ET makes to
get up on the bed after I'm in it, and the footfalls
crossing over me and coming up to the pillow weren't E.T...
It was when I reached out from under the covers to pet him
and there wasn't anything there that I finally opened my
eyes and looked - to see Egypt, Debbi's deceased Siamese cat
retreating to the foot of the bed - only I could see right
through her. ET, I discovered later, slept at the foot of
the bed when Egypt was around and sleeping next to me! When
I told Debbi about this, she confirmed that Egypt often came
to her at night too, and she was surprised to learn that her
former pet had also visited me.
This was the first time I was even aware that there were
also animal ghosts. I've always welcomed and communicated
easily with animals, although I have no pets of my own at
present. This may be why it was easy for Egypt to contact
me and let me see her!