Hi Dave! My name is John. I myself have always been interesed
paranormal, and am disappointed that parapsychologists, and ameteur gho0st
hunters are not treated with more respect then they are. There is stuff
going on out there, and to think that only the tangible is what is real is
arrogant to say the least. the following are a few experiences my mother has
had. She has always been prone to 'feelings' whether that be ESP or
intuition, I cannot say. Unfortunatly (or fortunatly?) I have never had any
real paranormal encounters, with the exception of walking through
unexplainable cold spots. But enough about me.. this is my mom's
account..feel free to correct mistakes or fix it up in any ways you deem fit
for your page. (incidently, how did you survive your experiences? If I had
been in your place, I don't know what i would have done!)
When my mother had just graduated business college,
she moverd in and out
of several appartments in her home city in Nebraska. The first was in an
overall run down portion of town with many old buildings. She came across an
old house where the upstairs was converted to two tiny appartments. One
night, a week or so after moving in, she woke up around 3 am and felt very
strongly, a presence. For some reason, the presence radiated a coldness
(literally) and a hostility she couldn't put a finger on. My mother is very
inquisitive, almost to a fault. She also does not scare easily. But when
she consiously tried to move to turn over to see who could be in her room,
she found she could not open her eyes or turn over!! She was consiously
trying, but couldnot investigate. She was starting to get scared now, but
she just layed there hoping whatever it was would go away. She must have
drifted off, because she awoke in the morning only to find she was alone.
She chaulked this up to a dream. But the next day, when she got home from
work, she tried to walk into her bedroom, only to find that the same eerie
cold and forboding prevailed. It was almost like she couldn't walk into her
room!! She had had enough and she went to a hotel for the night...She sent
some co-workers over to the appartment to gather some things from her
bedroom, and never returned. Her co-workers reported a strange cold in the
room, while the thermostate read 70 degrees, far from chilly!
A later experience she had, again in an apartment, albeit a different one
was when she was cooking dinner for herself. She felt a quite real and very
solid 'punch' on her shoulder, as she descirbes it. Almost as though someone
bumped into her like at a busy store or airport. She turned around, and saw a
man. He too turned from facing the opposite direction, as though they were
walking opposite directions. He was all in grey, and was only visible from
the waist up. Mom said that he was dressed in Colonial era soldier's uniform
with a tri-cornered hat. Apparently he looked almost as surprised to see my
mother. She reports she did't feel the least bit threatend, more curious.
Also she had the strangest sensation of not being in her own time. But she
could still see and feel her tiny kithcen surrounding her. The figure then
rapidly faded to nothing.
Her latest and so far final experience was when my dog died( probably not
the most teramatic of events, you might think, but none the less it hit our
family hard) We had gone for a drive to collect our thoughts. I got out to
go for a walk to have time to myself. As I returned to our minivan, my mom
had a look of happiness on her once sad face. She said that whileI was gone,
my dogs face appeared in front of here in the van, appearing as he once did
several years ago when he was younger and healthier. She got the impression
in her mind of the words " I'm o.k. I'm happy". The dog wasn't 'mouthing'
these words, like in a castoonish way, but my mom received this in her mind.
She felt a lot better after that.
The following three accounts are true as near
as I can figure them. I
trust my mom in these matters, and do not doubt her testimony in the
slightest. I do realize your opinions of these stories are your own, and I
can't change them. But please do give them an open mind. We don't even know
all there is to know about our world, much less any others. Thanks!
My first experience ever was after I bought a house in Milan Illinois.
started when we were doing some remodeling in my house. painting etc. I was
full of paint & left my clothes & a pair of shoes in a pile to take care of
the next morning. The next morning my shoes were gone. About 2 weeks later
my finance's brother came to stay with us & I took a pile of blankets down
to the basement to make him & my son a bed where they insisted on sleeping.
When I got down to maybe the 3rd blanket in the pile my shoes were wrapped
up in the blanket. Oddly enough to say you don't use winter blankets in the
middle of June or July to where I could have mis-placed my shoes. A few days
later I had opened a brand new bag of 20 lb dog food for a new puppy. He was
only eating about a cup a night & the next morning I went down to feed him
again & the entire bag was gone. I searched everywhere because I knew ny 6
week old pup would not have eaten it all. Again about a week later the bag
was found w/ the top rolled down as far down as it would go & shoved into a
cupboard hanging on the wall that we haven't used yet. My fiance's hat had
disappeared & we had thought that my son had taken it to summer camp &
possibly lost it. This time it was about a month later, I came home from
work & the first thing I ever do is come upstairs & check my answering
machine & there was that damn hat laying on my pillow case. With both of us
working & my son at the sitter's there was no explanation on how that hat
got there. Weird huh? Well, aug 14th abt 1:30am we heard the normal creeking
on the floor in our hallway. we woke up & Johnny hollared for my son--which
was not there-he ran downstairs & started our cam corder & we got about 4-5
hours of noises & voices talking--we didn't see nothing move, but the voices
were enough to make me run out of this house & wanted to sell the house. I
cried for several days & did nt want to come back in here. Like I said I
never believed until now & I have also recently heard about the entire
history of the house. The guy I bought frm inherited the house from
grandparents that both died in the house, 1 by suicide, then this guys 1st wife was
dying of some disease & he hired a nurse to come live with them so she would not have to go
to a nursing home. He decided to have an affair with this lady & later married her
after the 1st wife died. We thought the ghosts were gone because we stopped
hearing the creeking of the floors & things stopped disappearing until the
other night I was sitting on my living room floor helping my son with a school
project when something flew off my wall & hit me in the head. I've tried seeing
where this object should have fallen if it had just fell & it would have landed on the
couch but I was sitting 2 feet in front of the couch-it flew as though a force
The Church of Eden
I guess I was in the 11th grade when this experience happened to me. I have never told this story to anyone before, nor has the people that were with me that night. A friend, two girls, and I were out riding around one summer night looking for something to do. One of us suggested that we go visit the haunted church just outside of town in a community called Eden. We have always heard strange stories from other people about the church, one of the oldest Methodist church's West of the Mississippi River. The church is a small woodframe building with a Victorian style structure. I have been to the church before, with other friends and didn't see or hear anything, but this night was different.
We all decided that we should be at the old church at midnight. Me and my friend thought that this would scare the girls. So we pulled into the dusty gravel road to the church at 5 till midnight. We have been told by other people that if you shine your vehicle lights down the road you would see a woman walking down it. We saw nothing. So we pulled up to the church and waited till midnight. When the clock in the truck showed midnight Me and my friend decided that we would go inside the church. The girls said that would not get out, and they would wait for us. My friend and I went inside the old building. We entered the front door an with the head lights from the truck shinning through the windows, we could see that there was only a single walkway with a pews on each side. We also notice that as soon as you enter the building there was a rope that went up to a bell. We decided that we would ring the bell and run out acting scared, telling the girls that we didn't do that.
Well im at the time I was about 5'8' 130 pounds and my friend was
6'6" over 300 pounds. I said I would pull the rope and he would then
go out the door with me behind him running scared to fool the girls.
I pulled on the rope, nothing happened. I pulled again, same results.
My friend made some remark about me being weak and he came over and pulled
on it. After he pulled a few times, with the rope coming down 4 or
five feet and almost touching the floor. We decided that the bell
must not be in the steeple anymore. So we then walked back outside
to the truck and as we got off the front steps of the church the bell rang
once. We both ran to the truck and the 4 of us have never been back.
The Ghost of my Junior Year
The following takes place
in Tacoma, WA. During the 1990-1991
school year I lived with five friends in a home owned by the university we
attended. The house (probably built in the 1940's) was of moderate size:
five bedrooms, two of which were in the partially finished basement. In
fact, the basement was divided roughly into thirds. One third of which was
an unfinished storage area that contained our washer/dryer (along with
several odd, locked closets), another third was occupied by a bathroom, tiny
bedroom and linen closet, and the final third was one enormous bedroom which
ran the entire length of the house. That was the room I shared with my
We were six people with six different schedules and sleeping/waking
times. As I mentioned earlier, we were all good friends, but soon after we
moved in, we each began to be annoyed by the excessive amounts of noise my
other roommates were making. I had no classes until 11:00 am, but two of my
upstairs roommates appeared to be stomping around, slamming doors and
generally being loud VERY early in the morning. Kristy would hear it, too.
Sometimes (usually in the proverbial "wee, small hours of the morning" ) we
would hear somebody walking in the upstairs hallway. The soft, heavy
footsteps seemed to pace back and forth for a few minutes followed by total
I tried to be understanding and said nothing. Meanwhile, the
roommates who lived upstairs were bothered by the constant stomping and
banging the "basement dwellers" were making at night. Kris and I would
also hear the occasional heavy walking, doors opening, etc. in the
downstairs portion of the house, but we thought it was part of a regular
household routine. One or two evenings I would awaken around 3:30 am to a
heavy thus from the ceiling above me. It always sounded as if it came from
the far end of my room (which was beneath Laurie's room). Incidentally,
that spot often felt very cold for no apparent reason.
We grumbled about the noises, privately blaming various
roommates, until Spring Break. I was in the university's concert choir and
we were leaving for a week-long tour the Monday after break began, so I
spent the weekend alone. Oddly, I awoke each morning to the same footsteps
stomping about on the upper floor. This both scared and relieved me (the
latter only because I loathe anger, hostility and irritation). Later in the
week, Laurie, an upstairs roommate, stayed in the home by herself to do her
student teaching. She noticed that the downstairs noises continued. In
fact, they seemed to grow louder.
There were other disturbing occurrences as well, most of which
seemed to center around the upstairs bedroom next to the kitchen - Laurie's
room. Strange click-clacking sounds (similar to those made by a manual
typewriter) would emanate from the room when empty. This usually occurred in
the late afternoons/early evening. Laurie was also paranoid about other
people "borrowing" her things, so she would often lock her door when she
left the house for the weekend. Whenever she did this, we could hear what
sounded like a person pacing about, opening drawers, typing, rummaging
through boxes, dropping objects, etc.
Guests were even more sensitive to the occurrences that the
roommates were. In fact, one girl, Cherie, absolutely refused to go near
Laurie's room at all. Laurie's family visited us frequently. Laurie's
mother, Patricia, once claimed she heard a distinctly, male voice coming
from that room. She assumed that it was John, Laurie's brother, but then
looked out the window to see John talking to me in the driveway. Nobody else
was home at the time.
Upon rare occasions, something would be moved or would move
by itself. Once we all came home to find a melted container of ice-cream on
the kitchen floor and a spoon carefully balanced on top of it. (Each of us
still denies doing this to this day.) Another time, when I was alone in the
house, the stereo suddenly went on and my "Dark Side of the Mood " tape
The presence seemed agitated, but certainly not malevolent. To
make ourselves feel better about it we gave him a name (Theodore) and a
persona (suicidal Philosophy major who hung himself before he finished
typing his thesis and still wants to do so). However, this was entirely a
joke - we have no idea who or what it actually was. The house had been
purchased by the university about five years before we moved into it and had
been occupied by various students ever since. It was torn down in 1995 to
make way for a new soccer field. We never had a chance to contact anyone
else who lived in that house to see if they had any similar experiences.
The Ghost that Saved my Life
Many people tell me I have a big imagination and
that I believe in the unexplained but on the other hand I really didn't
believe it until one night I was sleeping in my bed, in Buffalo New York. I
heard this noise under my bed scratching. I turned on my light. It wasn't
coming from under my bed it was coming from my basement. I figured it was
nothing so I went back to bed. About min. later it started up again, even
louder. I tried to sleep, but I just couldn't. I turned on my light again,
went to my basement door, and started walking down the steps. They are not
solid steps, they have an opening in the back. About 3 more steps something
grabs my leg and makes me go flying down the stairs. It was hard for me to
get up, while I was focusing I saw this white figure of a lady in a gown. I
wanted to run but I could barley move! When I was almost to the top of the
stars I looked behind and there were white beauty eyes all over the place
looking at me. I ran to my mom about to tell her what happen, but I thought
she was going to think I was crazy. I'll tell her tomorrow night.
The next night my mom came in my room barley able to walk. She was out of
breath while she was telling me what happen. I told her it happen to me too.
For the rest of the night I slept with her with the light on. I tried not to
fall asleep. At about 3:25 I saw the lady again. I was about to wake up my
mom but she didn't move I heard something come from the lady, she
said,"Beside~ ~ Fire. She said, Follow", she repeated. I started to follow
her. She brought me back down stairs next to the furnis. There was a word on
the furnis that said beside, I opened the latch on the furnis. There was a
leak and the house was about to blow up. I ran to turn down the heat and turn
the furnis off. I went back down stairs to say thankyou but she was gone.
I dont know if this was my gardein angel or just my imagination, but all
I know is it saved me and my moms life.
HI, THIS EXPERIENCE HAPPENED TO MY FATHER WHEN HE WAS IN HIS TEENS.
HAPPENED BACK IN THE PHILIPPINES WHERE MOST OF THE COUNTRYSIDE WAS COVERED
WITH TALL GRASSES AND LUSH TREES. IT WAS LATE AT NIGHT, MORE LIKE EARLY DAWN
WHEN MY DAD, ALONE HEADED FOR HOME. THERE WAS A FULL MOON AND THE PATH WAS
ILLUMINATED BY MOONLIGHT. THE PARTY HE CAME FROM WAS QUITE FAR FROM WHERE HE
LIVED AND IN BETWEEN HE HAS TO WALK THRU A FIELD OF BAMBOOS AND TALL
GRASSES. AS HE WAS WALKING, HE SAW A PLUMP LITTLE PUPPY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE
PATH, MY FATHER LOVE DOGS SO, HE HAPPILY PICKED THE PUPPY UP AND PUT IT
INSIDE HIS JACKET FOR WARMTH. AS HE WENT ALONG, THINKING OF THE NAMES HE
COULD NAME THE PUPPY WITH, HE NOTICED IT SEEMS LIKE THE PUP BECAME HEAVY
ALMOST TWICE IT'S ORIGINAL WEIGHT SINCE HE PICKED IT UP. KNOWING IT'S NOT
POSSIBLE, HE OPENED HIS JACKET AND GLANCED DOWN AND WHAT HE SAW TERRIFIED THE
LIFE OUT OF HIM, BECAUSE INSTEAD OF A PUP, HE WAS HOLDING A NAKED BABY WITH
DEATHLY WHITE SKIN ! SHOCKED HE DROPPED IT AND RAN FOR HIS LIFE. HE SAYS
THAT KIND OF GHOST IS A SHAPECHANGER, IT COULD BE ANYTHING YOU WANT OR
DESIRE. MY DAD IS THE "NO NONSENSE" TYPE AND ONLY TOLD US ABOUT IT BECAUSE I
HAPPEN TO OVERHEAR HIM TALKING TO HIS BUDDIES ABOUT IT. BUT ANYWAYS, IT'S ALL
Edgefield Manor Update!
Hello once again. I have written before about my home Edgefild manor.
Yesterday I had another experience. This time I was actually frightened. I
arrived home from work at about 8:36p.m. Of course at that time it was dark
already. I parked my car in the garage and walked inside the house. Once I
walked inside it felt like something was different. This has never happened
to me before. I did not think anything of until 10:39p.m. I was sitting in a
chair next to the fireplace in my bedroom. Just reading a book and listening
to music as usual. I then had that odd feeling again. I immediately froze in
my chair and looked around the room. I saw nothing. I then glanced towards
the hallway across the room and I saw "it." Normally the things I have seen
in my home are just shadows of people or small apparitions. What I saw
yesterday WAS NOT. It looked almost like what they call a Hag. It was an old
woman, with sores on her. All it did was wander down the hall and into the
other room. It did not even look up at me. This scared the Hell out of me!
After this I went to a local hotel and spent the night. Well,...all I have to
say is I wonder what is going on? I hope to get some answer.
I came upon this site from another site called
castles of spirits. I had an experience when I was 10 years old.
I am now 27...it has been 17 years since I have reacounted this story to
anyone, other than my family. I was afraid that people would look
on me as though I was making the whole thing up. However, it was real and
I wrote out the story in my journal...I tried to get every detail that I could.
It has been seventeen years since I have told this story or have even written it out in writing. To this day, I feel that if I would have told others of the story, they may have thought I was fabricating the entire experience in my mind. I testify to you, it was real.
My mom was big on garage sales and wouldn't miss a Saturday morning to get me out of my deep slumber to go along with her. My neighbors were having their annual garage sale along with three other families. My mom caught a glimpse of the 3 foot porcelain doll before I did. She decided to purchase it for me, since at the time, I was a doll collector. I had never owned such a beautiful masterpiece. She stood tall, showing an aire of confidence. Her dark, human like hair, hung in loose curls around her almost angelic face. The attire consisted of a formal evening gown, emmaculate in detail. The dark material formed nicely around the torso, and then flared out from the waist down into a full skirt of deep green velvet trimmed with fine lace. I was ecstatic with the new edition to my collection and spent the remainder of the day showing her off to my friends.
I went to bed that night feeling contentment. I set the doll, which I had named Sarah, onto the shelf alongside of my other possessions. I turned off the light, and fell asleep almost instantly. It seemed only a couple of minutes, when I was awakened by a voice singing. It was a high soprano voice, almost like a voice of an angel. It was singing some kind of a lullaby...a lullaby that a mother would sing to her new born child. I sat straight in my bed, not sure where the voice was coming from. I ran over to the light switch and turned it on. The singing stopped immediately. I remember catching a glimpse of my clock on my bedstand...it read in large, red numbers 12:00. I stood, frozen in my stance. I thought for a minute that I must have imagined the singing. So I turned off the light, and went back to my bed. Within another minute, the singing began once again. That was it. I flung the blankets off of me, and ran to turn on the light switch once again. Before I did, I tried to listen more closely as to where the voice was coming from. It was coming from the doll. I turned on the light, and as predicted the singing stopped. I picked up the doll and at first thought, "Wow! A singing doll...how cool!!" I then turned the doll over onto it's front, and undid the back of the dress. I checked to see if there was some kind of battery station or switch. There was none to be found. The fear once again took over my body. I took the doll into my mom's room, and shook her awake, explaining what I had witnessed. She didn't beleive me and sent me back to my bedroom. I kept the light on and I didn't hear the lullaby again that night.
I went to school the following day, but did not recount a single detail, in fear that they would laugh at me. Again that night, it happened. I looked at my clock and it read 12:00. This time, I didn't feel as frightened over it. I sat and listened. I don't remember the lyrics, but it was very calm and peaceful to listen to. After a week or so, I finally told me mom again. I told her that she should sleep in my room with me, and then she would know what I was telling her was true. She agreed, and wasn't completely prepared for what she heard. It didn't take her long to beleive. The next morning, she took the doll to the garbage can outside, telling me that the doll was possessed with some kind of spirit. When I returned home from school, the doll was back in my room on the shelf. I asked her if she had changed her mind about the doll and replaced it back into my room. By the look on her face, I took it as a definite no. She asked my brothers if they had removed the doll, and they all swore that they hadn't. When my dad got home, my mom described the experience to him. He took the doll, and for some reason or another, he detached the head from the body, in his own way thinking that it would help the situation. He put it out in the garbage once again.
While leaving the house to go to school, I glanced at the garbage can. The head of the doll was peering out of the top, exposing her face. A chill came over me, and I quickened my pace. When I came home from school, I again had to pass the garbage can. I glanced towards it once more. The eyes followed me while I was walking by her. I thought that I was seeing things, so I repeated it. No, I was not seeing things. I ran into the house in hysterics. My dad happened to be home, and hardly being able to get the words out, I told him what had just happened. My dad immediately called the Bishop and he came over and got the doll.
To this day, I do not know what came of the doll. I don't know what type of spirit possessed the doll, but I feel that it wasn't out to hurt me in any way. From time to time, I think about the lullaby, but can't remember the lyrics that were sung...no matter how hard I concentrate. I never questioned my neighbors about the doll, so whether they experienced the same thing, I will never know. Since that day, I let go of collecting dolls.
When I was in the 8th grade we moved to a small town in Missouri.
After a year
of living in an apartment, we were lucky enough to find a cute, two bedroom
bungalow for rent in a nice quiet part of town. We had no idea what the house
was really like. From the moment I first stepped foot in it I did not like it.
There was something very ncomfortable about it. The basement, though, was the
worst. My mom and my sister could never smell or sense anything unusual (that
they would admit), but I know something happened down there. There was always
an overpowering stench of decaying flesh. That is why it was confusing to me
that no one else could smell it...it was so strong. I would refuse to go down
there to get the lawn mower or even the cat when she would sneak down there.
Besides the unbearable smell, there was a horrible feeling that someone was
watching me down there and that they weren't the least bit friendly.Aside from
main room of the basement, but there were also two small rooms on the west side
of it. In the northern most one there was a wooden bench, about the size
of a bed coming out of the wall. This room seemed to unnerve me the most when I
had to go down into the basement.
Aside from the basement, the rest of the house was uncomfortable as well, though
not nearly as bad (at least in my opinion). It seemed that no matter how much
we tried to brighten it up, it was always dark. There were many, many windows
in the house, bright and cheery flower print wall paper, white lace curtains...I
even went as far as painting the edging to the four windows in my bedroom white,
but it did no good. The house always seemed to be dark.
Upon entering the house, the lighting was not the only thing that would grow
dark. My sister and I would be coming home from school, chattering along in
perfectly happy moods, but the second we crossed the threshold we were at each
other's throats. My mother even observed this change. I know there is a
certain level of sibling rivalry, but when you're getting along perfectly fine
one minute, enter the house, and then want to beat the snot out of the other
person, something is definately wrong. My mother has only admitted to noticing
one other thing.
One early morning when she was getting to work, the bathroom door that led to my
sister's room swung open fully. Mom looked up expecting my sister to walk in to
the bathroom, but nothing was there. Mom went over and peered into my sister's
room, but she was fast asleep. Thinking it may have been me she checked my
room, but I was out like a light bulb. As a last resort she searched for our
cat Misha, but she was curled up asleep on the living room couch. The thing
that perplexed my mom was that that door was extremely hard to open. Apparently
the bathroom was not origionally carpeted and when they did carpet it, the
bottom of the door would scrape along making in completely impossible for it to
swing open of it's own accord.
My experiences in this house have long been poo poo'd by my sister. I used to
wake up in the middle of the night scared more than I have ever been in my
entire life. I'd wake up and know that something was in the room, something
that did not like me being there. I was so frightened that all I could do was
sit up, pull my blankets tight under my chin and hope that whatever was there
would go away. Often times I would fall asleep like this and wake up the next
morning horribly tired and drained. At these times, I would also hear footsteps
waking from one side of the attic to the other.
I have to admit, that I probably would have sided with my sister had our cat not
noticed strange things also. Misha would constantly perch on top of the tv and
stare up at the ceiling as if she was watching something. Sometimes she would
be watching the ceiling and then jump down from the tv as though something had
frightened her and disappear behind the couch or on to the screened in porch.
Other times she would look up to the ceiling and walk through the house as if
she was following something. I know that something odd was going on that she
could sense because when we moved out two years later, her staring contests with
the ceiling ended.
I spoke with a friend of mine right before we moved out and asked her if she
knew any history on the house. She told me that she had another friend who used
to live there. (I can vouch for this as I found the person's name carved
underneath the edging of the front porch) She told me that her friend's parents
were told upon purchasing the house that a man murdered his wife and toddler son
there. Now whether there is any truth in that or not I don't know.
Unfortunately I was not able to research the house's past. It would certainly
explain the unbearable stench in the basement, the angry, hateful spirit in my
bedroom and the heavy footsteps in the attic.
Hello my name is Sherry and 4 years ago, I had an experience with
ghosts. The first occurred at about 3AM, I awoke and saw a boy of about 16
bending over me where I lay in my bed. I was understandably startled and sat
up, when I sat up the apparition vanished though it left me with a very
strange feeling. The second one also happened at night, it was about 3 or
4AM. I awoke because my husband was pushing me off the bed, I sat up and saw
a small girl sitting on the corner of the bed on his side. I would guess that
was why he was scooting over. She was about 6 or 7 yrs. old, dressed in faded
overalls and had long black hair tied up in braids. I reached out to her and
she threw up her hands as if to protect herself and vanished. The third
incident happened at about 7 or 8PM. I was headed down the cement steps into
our basement carrying a laundry basket loaded with dirty clothes down to the
washer in the basement. The stairs always made me feel creepy for some
reason, but tonight it seemed worse. As I hesitated at the top of the stairs
I felt two hands on my back that pushed me hard down the stairs. I landed at
the foot of the stairs on top of the laundry basket and luckily was only
scraped and bruised.
A GHOST RESIDING AT 25 STARRS ROAD
I MOVED INTO THE HOUSE WHEN I WAS 1 YEAR OLD. THE NEIGHBOURS HAD
MOTHER,NOT TO LIVE THERE BUT WE WERE A POOR FAMILY AND HAD TO RENT THIS
PLACE AS WE HAD NO WHERE ELSE TO GO. THEY TOLD HER THERE WAS ALWAYS
SICKNESS CONNECTED TO ANYONE WHO HAD LIVED THERE.I FOUND OUT ABOUT THIS
WHEN I WAS 18 YEARS OF OLD.
EVER SINCE I COULD REMEMBER I ALWAYS FELT THAT SOME ONE WAS WATCHING ME
ESPECIALLY IN THE LARGE BEDROOM UPSTAIRS.MY OLDER SISTER FELT THIS TOO,BUT
AGAIN WE DIDNT COMPARE STORIES UNTIL WE WERE OLDER.WHENEVER ONE OF US WAS
SICK MY MOTHER WOULD LET US SLEEP DOWNSTAIRS IN THE FRONT ROOM ,AS SHE AND
MY FATHER SLEPT IN A DOWNSTAIRS BEDROOM AS WELL.I WOKE UP AND SAW A OLD
WOMAN SITTING IN A CHAIR AT THE FOOT OF THE COUCH WHERE I WAS SLEEPING.
SHE WAS DRESSED ALL IN BLACK , WITH A BLACK SHAWL ON HER HEAD.
HER FACE WAS WHITE AND SHE HAD PIERCING BLACK EYES. I BLINK AND LOOKED
AGAIN AND SHE WAS STANDING IN PROFILE AT THE WINDOW. THATS
WHEN I SCREAMED FOR MOM. WHEN I TOLD HER WHAT I SAW , SHE TOLD ME SHE HAD
SEEM HER ON THE STAIRS AT ONE TIME AND TOLD ME ABOUT WHAT THE NEIGHBOURS
HAD TOLD HER. WE DID HAVE SICKNESS IN THAT HOUSE-MY FATHER DEVELOPED
PARKINSON DISEASE AND MY MOTHER WAS NOT WELL. WE FINALLY MOVED,AFTER I HAD
A HOME OF MY OWN.
THE HOME WAS RENTED AGAIN BUT NO ONE EVER STAYED LONG. IT WAS FINALLY
It seems that throught the whole stay in that house, everyone had
felt that someone was looking at them, watching them, particularly from the
upstairs rooms. from what they say, they never felt as if they were in any
danger, just the eerie feeling that someone was always there. My wife
apparently also heard faint whispers sometimes, to the point where she
refused to go up there alone or in the dark. shes says that she would sit on
the porch outside if she was alone it the house. Funny thing ws that each of
the three sisters had experinced this but had told no-one else so they all
thought they were imagining things. While I stayed there, I noticed that
when the whole family was there, there would be no problems, but the night
that it was just me and my wife, the house dog would just go nuts and start
staring and the same particular corner and growling. she repeated this
several times throughout the night and I never found anything there anytime
i went over to look. I know from my short visit to the house, it was not the
most comfortable feeling place.
There were several other things which had happend in that house,
probably the most unnerving was that her 10 year old sister had mentioned
that she had talked to her (now departed) grandmother up there (second
floor) before. I was just wondering wehter this sort of thing was common in
households or maybe a product of too many horror movies? do you know of
anything similar happening anywhere near the location at all? they no longer
live there having just recently sold the house, but I am still curious about
occurences such as these.
When I was about eight years old I woke up one night to see an angel,
or ghost, what ever you want to call it, sitting at the edge of my bed. She
was beautiful. She looked about in her twentys, had long blond wavy hair and
she was wearing an all white long flowing dress. She glowed a bright white
light. At first I was scared and pinched myself to make sure I wasn't just
dreaming. I scared to death asked," What do you want?" She spoke and sounded
so sweet,loving and calm. She said," I've come to tell you not to worry about
anything. I am all ways here with you watching over you. Everything will turn
out okay. I am all ways here to protect you."
I all ways felt distant and out of place with every one, even my own family.
This angel I felt so connected to. I felt like some one from were I was from
finally made contect with me. I all most felt as if this being of light was
me in the future coming back to help and protect me. I knew this was my
After that every once in a while I would see her in my mind and I knew I
could relax and not worry so much. The last time I saw her was when I was
seventeen. For a year I kept having dreams of satanic rituals. I saw people
being killed and sacrificed. I got to the point were I didn't want to go to
sleep. One night I had a dream that they finally saw me watching them. They
grabbed me and tied me. They layed me on my back on a big flat rock. The
leader of the group was a man in his mid late fortys. He had short dark hair
and a mustache and goatee. He wore a big red robe. He held a big knife over
me. Just as he was going to stab me a bolt of lighting struck him. He shook
and lit up bright white. Smoke came from him and he fried to death right
before me. Everyone that was there ran from me in fright. Then my angel
apeard. She untied me and said run home now and I will take care of
everything. I ran down the hills back home. I woke up in the morning thinking
it was just a dream but my ankle hurt and there were scrapes on my leg from
running threw the hills. I still tryed to think it was just a dream but a
couple years later I found out there were satanic rituals going on in the
hills by my house at the same time I had the dreams.