First of all, I should state that these experiences were not experienced
me, but by my imediate family.
I should start like most others explaining the layout of the house " to
give you a better mental picture". The house had " at the time" a screened in porch.
The front door leads to the living room and dining room" seperated partially by
bookshelves". The first door off to the right imediately after the front
door leads to a bedroom, and a main bathroom" off to the right corner of the room".
Stepping back out into the front room walking the length of the two rooms the second
and last doorway is off to the right, the kitchen" believed to be the original
master bedroom". The door directly in front is another bedroom with another
newer bathroom directly after that.
The first story my mother told was one with me being a baby and my brother in
kindergarden. It was around eight pm, my father was working second shift at
a factory. My mother was with my brother finishing up his homework in the
front room when they heard what she described as a heavy book being dropped
on the floor coming from the room I was in. She rushed in to find me
sleeping soundly in my crib, nothing awry. The second story or incident took place when I was
around two. Again it was late at night, my father and brother were out on a fishing
trip with one of my uncles. My mother had me in a highchair feeding me cerial when,
what she described as hard sole footsteps slowly making their way from one side of
the porch to the other" left to right" she went to the front door, turned on the
porchlight and there casts the shadow of a man " or what she believed could be one"
just as though someone was standing at the door themeselves. But there was noone
A period of years went by and nothing seemed to happen. My mother said she
told my father of these two incidences, but she said he never believed
her....until he had a story of his own. He was laying down on his right side close to a
TV that was placed in mine and my brother's room " first room off to the right" My
mother, my brother and I had just left to go to the next town around three minutes
prior. The door to the bedroom leading to the front room was open. My father said he
remembered hearing and feeling the door open and shut within a few seconds of
each other. For a second he thought my mother had returned for something but
only for a second.... He remembered getting up to look out the bedroom window" as
it faced the porch and driveway" to find no car. This was after he had no
response to the name calling. He then peeked around the doorway of the bedroom to find
our cat staring intently at the front door.
Only one other incidence occured with my brother. It was in the middle of
the night, his bed and dresser were placed in the dining room for the winter so as to be
close to the heater. The foot of his bed faced the doorway of the kitchen. He
remembers one night of waking to find someone with blonde hair " believed by him to be
a yound man" standing at the foot of his bed. There was an outside light in our
front yard that dully illuminated the front rooom and dining room as well as the first
bedroom. This would aquire for enough light to sufficiently guide any healthy sighted
person through these rooms.
No other incidences " that I've heard about" have happened . I theorize
that this is just a way of the " other side" letting us know both it and they "
the spirits" do exist. There are many different scientific discussions, theories, and
hypothesis on this subject and they are all equally interesting and entertaining to
study, so I suggest you " the reader" do so.
Ever since I was very young I have had a feeling of intrigue towards
ghosts and I have never once doubted their experience especially since I
was about seven years old. I cannot remember the exact date of when
these happenings began, but I believe it was during the summer. One
night I was sitting up in my bed reading with my cat when suddenly I was
ovetrcome with a jelid, prickly feeling. The cat's back arched and her
fur stood up on end and she bounded out of the room. Ever since that
night, there has been a spirit of some sort inhabiting my room. He or
she is constantly changing the radio stations on my radio from
contemporary music to a station that plays only music from the 30s and
40s. Also, The ceiling fan is often seen rotating while the switch
remains stationary. Also, the lamp by my desk is often flicked on and
off. The only uncomfort or fear I experiance with any of these
supernatural happenings is at night. Small, glowing spots, about the
size of a child's shoe can be seen almost floating above the floor.
Except at night, I feel absolutely no fear or worry when in the
prescence of this spirit. I feel it has no cruel intention what-so-ever.
The only problem is that the happenings cease when anyone but me is in
the room, so no one will believe me. But I know I am not crazy and I
know I am being protected.
My parents have lived in the same home for around 35 years now, and
there was only one previous owner (who built the house). The only
reason that they moved out was that the house had become too small, and
they needed a larger one. I have several experiences to tell you
about,not scary but it certainly has made me think twice about ghosts.
1. One of my very first memories is of me when I was a very very young child and a woman with very long black hair was rocking me in herarms. I don't know if I was dreaming, but to this day, and I'm 32 years old, the memory of this dream stays with me vividly. A few yearsago, when my son was born I told my mother about this pleasant dream and she said that her mother had long black hair. Her mother died afew weeks before I was born, so I never met her. I don't know what to make of this, but I'm sure it was just a dream (a pleasant one at
2. I always had a reoccurring dream when I was a child. I don't know at what age they started and at what age they stopped, but they were always the same. I would either be at the top of the stairs of the upstairs yelling downstairs or on the main floor yelling upstairs. In my dream, I would be yelling the ghosts to get out of the house and to leave us alone. I would always wake up very frightened.
3. When I was around 8 and my brother was 10, we were in our living room one day after school watching t.v. Depending on where you sat in the livingroom, you would have a clear view of the stairs leading to the bedrooms upstairs. All of a sudden we heard "thump, thump, thump". It was a noise like someone had just slipped on the carpeted stairs and was falling down them. We both looked at each other and said "whojust fell down the stairs". My brother had a better view of the stairs and he saw a blurry ball coming down the stairs and a child (which
was also blurry) running after it. When the child reached the bottom of the stairs, it just stopped and disappeared. I never saw anythingbecause I didn't have the view of the stairs, but to this day my brother and I still talk about the loud noise and he mentions the vision.
4. As a teenager, I would stay at home on the weekends while my parents and brother would go to the cottage. At night when I was in bed in my bedroom. I always had a feeling of something or someone watching me. I always left my bedroom door open when I slept alone. While laying in bed, I would always here noises coming from the mainfloor. This sound is very very hard to describe. It was like a commotion was going on downstairs, even though you heard no people walking, talking or dishes clanging. It was just there. My brother has experienced
this as well.
5. I got engaged when I was 22 and my fiance used to stay over on the weekends when my mom and dad and brother would go to the cottage. When we would go to bed at night, he slept in my bed as it was only a single bed. It wasn't until much later that he told me he got a creepy feeling and he would fall asleep facing the wall everytime he slept over.
6. My brother was home early from work one day and was laying on his bed. He was awoken by my voice and I was talking on my phone in my bedroom. He said he lay there for quite awhile listening to me talk. When he went downstairs he asked my mother, "when did I get home"? My mother said that I wasn't home yet. He was shocked. He told my mom what happened and she didn't believe him.
7. It was around 7:30 one weekday morning, and everyone had left for work. I was in my parent's livingroom waiting for my fiance to pull into the driveway, so we could leave for work together. I was sitting in the chair, no t.v. or radio was on, I just heard the refridgerator rattling. Next thing you know, the vibrating had made it's way into the livingroom and then a loud noise started to come from the middle of the room. The only way I can describe this noise is as "sucking", like when the last water from the bathtub is being sucked down the drain. I got up so fast, ran out the door with my shoes in my hand, just as my fiance was pulling into the driveway. He is my witness as to seeing my frightened face. To this day, my parent's house is peaceful.
8. This happened in my condo just over a year ago. My husband's grandmother had passed away in England. She never met our son but had quite a few pictures of him. It saddened her that she was never able to come over to see her grandchild due to her health. It was about 5 days after she died, that in the middle of the night, our son was crying very loud and very frightened. He was not quite 2 1/2 at the time. I ran into his room and he was sitting up in his bed sobbing, as soon as he saw me he literally jumped into my arms, and as we were walking out of his room, he kept looking over my shoulder towards the foot of his bed. The next morning, he told me he saw a lady in his room and she had touched his cheek. I asked him where was the lady standing and he pointed to the foot of his bed. To this day, no one mentions the lady but my son asks if the lady is going to comeback and I say no. He still remembers.
Like I mentioned earlier, these are just some of the small occurrences that have taken place in my life. I can't explain them, they arejust odd.
I haven't had much experiences with ghost. But recently I went away
to families for christmas. The house I stayed in is known to be haunted
by ghost. I am a mother of 3 small children, the first night I stayed there
I had a very sleep less night, my baby kept waking up and crying, I don't
know why but he seemed to be afraid of something. so in order of not waking
up anyone else me and my husband decided to take him downstairs. we fell
asleep on the couch, in the morning my other 2 boys came down and woke
me up. i just want to tell you a bit about this
house, when you come into the front door you enter a dark room, if you go around the corner you find the kicten and a door to the laundry room, and another door into the livingroom. this is the layout of the main floor. on the second floor there is 3 bedrooms and a small bathroom. okay on with my experience, when my children woke me up i said to them lets go up stairs and get dressed, as i left the livingroom and head to the stairs my son pointing to the door to the laundryroom said to me that he seen a girl go into that room. as i looked at the door i
was aware that the door was locked. there is no way anyone human could have gone in there with the door still being locked. i excepted the fact that my son may have seens something but didn't want to say anything to him.
the next night i was awoken to a flash of light in my room. and my baby crying again. duriung the days in this house i really didn't notice anything except for the dog staring at the ceilling and barking, he would then run around and growel and grab a ball. it felt as if something was playing with him. a few nights later i took my kids into a doctors office, when we got home my uncle informed us that the ghost were up stairs moving around.
that night more things happened my husbnad got up to go downstairs to use the bathroom down there. as he was in the bathroom he seen a shawdo walk accross the door, at this time he thought it was on of our boys thinking it was time to get up. as he left the bathroom he went and turned on the light, there standing in front of him was a small child. one he has never seen before. as the days went on my children started to see something in the laundry room it seemed to be playing with them, i couldn't see anything it was dark in the corner they were pointing at.
the night before christmas as i was sleepiong my oldest son woke me up and said his brother was hitting him in the head, as i looked at my younger son, i noticed he was sound a sleep i resured my son he was okay and to go back to sleep, a few hours later i felt something really hard hit me in the head, the pain was unbarable. i didn't see anything and new there was no way my kids could hit me that hard. on christmas morning i decided it was time to go home. so it was aranged that we would leave the next morning. after the last experience it seemed the ghost had stop hounding me it was a s if they wanted me to leave. the history of this house was taken a few years ago, down the road from the house is a gravel yard. and the people burried there all have lived in or around the house.
there are about 6 ghost around the house, there are 2 little girls that are out side and it was said that they were killed in the field befind the house. and a younge man that can be seen from time to time on the roof had fallen and broke his neck. the others i don't now how they died, but what i am told the is a lady that walks around the inside of the house that looks to be from the 1800, and a man that wallks around outside. and one more but haven't got a clue what he looks like, this one i believe to be the one that seems to be playing with the dog. he seems to be around all the time. every couple of hours the dog stares at the ceiling and just starts to freak out.
some other stories i have been told about the house is when my aunt and uncle first moved in there, they had problems. my uncle seemed to be the first to see the ghost and feel their power, my uncle and his wife were fighting really bad at the time, wehn every he would go to the doors, someone or something would slame the door in his face. there was a time when he had a few people over, he had his back to the front window and talking to a friend when his friend seen a plant pot on the window bieng picked up and was slamed into my uncles back.
when the looked at the durt on the floor they seen a foot print in the sand, and it wasn't a small print but a large one. this is all i can say about my experiences. there is one more thing i will not being going back there anytime soon. just one more thing the house is being torn down in the spring.
My friends' haunting experiences
When I was twelve my friends and I decided to make a 'fort' in my
The house I grew up in was a split level so the basement also had a lower and
upper level. The lower level was under the kitchen and living room and had a
'ceiling" of only aboout 3 feet tall. You couldn't stand up in it. The rest
of the basement an gargage were about 8 ft. tall. We decided to make our
fort in the lower level. We attached old blankets to the exposed beams and
put carpet remnants on the cement floor. This gave us a place of our own to
play cards, listen to music and talk.
One afternoon, when noone else was home, we were in our fort and heard
footsteps and closing doors from upstairs. We figured somebody came home
early, so we went upstairs to investigate. When we got to the top of the
stairs in the kitchen I called "hello, is anybody home?" There was no
answer. My friends and I got so scared we ran out of the house and went to
their house . We never used our 'fort' again.
I met my husband while I was in college. I lived in the dormitory except
during school vacations. The first Christmas we were dating, I spent
Christmas eve at his parents and we didn't get back to my house until late.
Since he was spending Christmas Day with my family, he decided to spend the
night. That night passed without incident and we had the best Christmas
ever. We went to a party on New Years Eve and again, didn't get back to my
house until late. He decided to spend the night on the living room couch
again. We said goodnight and I went upstairs to bed. No sooner did I start
to fall asleep, when someone was shaking me awake. I opened my eyes to see
David looking very upset with his eyes as big as dinner platters.
"Someone's walking around in the living room", he said
I went downstairs and we looked all around the living room, but noone was
"It was probably the cat", I said. "Go back to sleep".
I went back upstairs. Shortly after, David was shaking me again.
"I'm going home. When I turned the lights, off I can hear someone walking on
the carpet and I can feel someone looking at me. When I turn the lights on,
noone is there."
I told him he was probably dreaming it, but he insisted on leaving,
explaining to me that he was now wide awake and perfectly capable of driving
home. He never spent another night in that house.
Later in the same week, I ran into a friend during registration at college.
She had been living next door to me in the dorm and needed a place to stay.
I offered to put her up until vacation was over. One night, Dave was over
and we were sitting around in the living room. I remembered that I had to
put another log on the fire in the woodstove in the basement. Dave came
downstairs to help me. We had put more wood on the fire and were poking it
when we heard my friend yelling for us to get upstairs. We ran upstairs to
find her standing on a chair in the living room, face as white as paste,
pointing at the floor.
"There. It was right there. l saw footprints on the carpet and they were
coming toward me."
After calming my friend down, we explained about some of the strange
happenings in the house and that noone had ever been hurt. The rest of her
stay passed without incident, however, she would stay up all night ( or
pretty nearly) and sleep during the day.
My haunting experience
On a summer night when I was eight years old, I awoke to find a woman
standing by my bed looking out the window onto the street. One hand held the
curtain back and the light from the street illuminated the form from the neck
down. The face was in the shadows and I couldn't see it ( I wear glasses for
myopia). The figure was solid (not transparent at all) and was wearing a
long dress with long sleeves. The fabric had a print of very small flowers
all over on a dark background. At first I thought I was dreaming, so I
closed one eye then opened it. The figure was still there. I did the same
with the other eye and then both eyes, first closing then opening them. The
figure remained. It didn't move and I didn't speak to it. I didn't feel
threatened or scared in any way. I realized it could be my mother checking
up on me and she might get mad if I spoke because it would mean that I had
been awake. So I went back to sleep.
The following morning I went downstairs to breakfast and asked my mother if
she had been in to check on me the night before. She said no. When my older
sister came down, I asked her the same question. She also said no. My
mother told me I must have been dreaming. I told her about my "eye trick"
and she said I must've dreamt that too. My dad just laughed and said "it
must've been a ghost!".
Thirty eight years later, I can remember that event so clearly. I know I
wasn't dreaming. I don't know if it was a "ghost" or maybe an angel (I'm
Catholic) but I do know it was real. No one in my family had passed away, so
if it was a ghost, it belonged to the house, not the family. That experience
sparked an interest in the paranormal for me and I started reading about the
subject. I subsequently had another experience in my teens and have several
friends who also experienced "weird" happenings in that house.
My parents sold the house shortly after I got married and another family
lives there now. I've often wondered if they have had paranormal
experiences. I guess I'll never know. Thanks for listening.
MY LITTLE GHOST
MY NAME IS "SCOTT".I LIVE IN MIDDLETOWN OHIO AND I HAVE A STORY
TO TELL.ME AND MY WIFE KIM,HAVE LIVED IN MIDDLETOWN AT 1837 VANCE ST FOR
THE PAST 5 YEARS.WITHIN THESE YEARS WE HAVE COME TO FIND OUT THAT WE ARE NOT LIVING IN THIS APT ALONE.BESIDES OUR OWN CHILDREN (AN 8 YEAR
OLD AND AN 8 MONTH OLD "BOTH BOYS")WE HAVE FOUND OUT THAT THERE IS ALSO A LITTLE GIRLS PRESENCE.I FIGURE SHE IS ABOUT 5-6 YEARS OF AGE AND
IS VERY ACTIVE IN OUR DAILY LIVES.WE FIRST NOTICED HER ABOUT A MONTH AFTER WE MOVED IN.WE STARTED HAVING LIGHTS GOING ON AND OFF.THEN AS
TIME PASSED SHE STARTED PLAYING PRANKS ON US LIKE(TURNING OFF THE BATHROOM LIGHT WHILE YOUR SITTING ON THE TOILET).WE HEAR HER ALL THE TIME
SINGING AND BOUNCING A BALL THROUGHOUT THE HOUSE.NEEDLESS TO SAY WE ARE NOT FRIGHTEND BY HER PRESENCE,I FIND IT QUITE AMUSING.WE CAN HEAR
HER ALMOST NIGHTLY SINGING IN THE HALLWAY OUTSIDE OUR UPSTAIRS BEDROOM.WE ALSO HEAR HER ROLLING MARBLES ON THE FLOOR EVEN IN THE DAYTIME.WE
HEAR THE MARBLES ALOT,I GUESS IT WAS HER FAVORITE PASTTIME.THE APT COMPLEX WE LIVE IN USED TO BE A HOMING ENVIREMENT FOR THE MILITARY.I AM
VERY CURIOUS TO FIND OUT THE BACKGROUND OF THIS PROPERTY BUT I HAVE HAD NO LUCK SO FAR AS TO WHO THIS LITTLE ONE IS.HERE IS AN EXAMPLE OF
ONE EXPERIANCE.(FRIDAY/MARCH 3RD/2000)IT WAS ABOUT 12:30 AM AND I AM ALONE DOWNSTAIRS IN THE DARK PLAYING MY NINTENDO 64,I CAN HEAR THE
MARBLE ROLLING AROUND ON THE FLOOR(I DONT EVEN BOTHER LOOKING FOR IT BECAUSE I KNOW I'LL NEVER FIND IT)ANYWAY...ALL OF THE SUDDEN THE
MARBLE STOPS ROLLING AND I HEAR LIKE KNOCKING ON THE FLOOR,THE KNOCKING WAS 3 TIMES.I HAVE BEEN TOLD THAT IF YOU HEAR KNOCKING NOT TO
KNOCK BACK BECAUSE IT INVITES THE SPIRIT INTO YOUR HOME.I KNOW THIS CAN'T BE THE LITTLE GIRL BECAUSE SHE IS ALREADY PRESENT.I'M NOT SHURE
WHAT OR WHO WAS KNOCKING BUT I WASNT ABOUT TO KNOCK BACK.ANYWAY.....THAT IS MY STORY.THANKS FOR LISTENING.YOU CAN REACH BY E-MAIL AT
My Own Personal Experiences
Being one of The Shadowlands big fan, I'd like to contribute my stories
based on my own personal experiences. Well, actually, I have been gifted
with an ability to sense the unnatural - the ability that runs in my family
from my Dad's side. While my brother can actually see the unseen, I can only
sense them. To be honest, it's really troublesome. Imagine, when you're
being in a haunted house and your sense tells you that you're not the only
The house that I lived in previously is said to have a ghostly occupant
which is a girl. I have no idea of who she was and why she was still roaming
the place of the living. She usually resided in the only bathroom in the
house. A few time when I was taking a shower I could feel her there. It was
an indescribable feeling. I usually talked with her in my thoughts and asked
her politely to just leave me - it wasn't nice to have a living stranger
watching you while you were taking a shower, especially a dead one. She
would just leave then as I couldn't feel her anymore.
As I mentioned previously that my brother could actually see them. It
started when he was a little boy, especially when he was sick.. I remember
that he used to scare the hell out of me and how I tried to avoid being
around him when he was sick. He said that even now he still could see them
but only when he is really sick. He still lives with my Mom and once when he
was really sick, he was awoken at the early hour of the morning and heard
our dogs howling at something. Firstly, you have to know that Mom's house
located in the part of a real estate that still has vacant parcels full of
big trees and long grass. Okay, to continue with the story, he said that
when he was awoken, he saw some transparent people just walked over Mom's
front yard and one of the dogs was after those people. These 'people' used
to go back and forth through Mom's front yard during certain times for God
only knows what purpose. We still don't now who these dudes were and why
they do what they've been doing. And, no, they never bother any of us in the
house so we just accept them...
As for me, once I was invited to a friend's new house. She rented it from
someone and didn't mention about the spirits that live in the house to me.
Eventually I heard it from another friend but it was too late, I guess.
Being a chicken, I tried to avoid those scary places. Anyway, I went there
with a few more friends and the moment I stepped into the house, I could
feel that there was something wrong in it. Again, there came the
indescribable feeling. The friend who rented the house insisted me to stay
over and I said, well, okay. But, the older the night grew, the more intense
the feeling and at exactly midnight time, the light went off. We were
playing cards in one the rooms upstairs when it happened. So, the only guy
in the group went downstairs to flick up the electricity control panel (or
whatever it is) and went back up. Not long after, the light went off again
and this time when he went downstairs, we, the girls, heard beeping noises
from the computer room. We didn't hear it the first time the light went off.
So, we just tried to be brave and went into the computer room. We saw that
the computer and the printers and everything weren't even turned on. To us,
it just didn't make sense. So, we unplugged the whole things and went out.
The worst time that made me running out of the house was when the guy (he
was my fiancé) started acting strange. He is usually quite and reserved but
at that time he wasn't the one that I knew. Being so close to him and we've
been living together and never separated from the first time we met, I just
knew when something went wrong with him Later he told me that he felt so
familiar with the house for no reasons. So, at about one thirty in the
morning I just dragged him out of bed and went back home. I really don't
want to know what would happen if we stayed there until morning - the
feeling that I had told me that there was something bad going on and it
might harm us, or at least him.
Other thing that unrelated to the story but I need the advice in,
nevertheless, is this : My Dad used to say that I have inherited the ability
to say something to somebody that will come true at the end without my
knowledge, if you know what I mean. I would just say things to somebody and
tada.... It happened twice that I can remember. I told Dad that I don't
want this ability - I mean what good would it do to you if you just say to a
friend that something bad will happen to him/her and it happens ? But, he
said I'd better keep it since it's a sort of legacy and it looks I am the
only one in my generation who has it. Could you explain to me why is that
and what is it actually ? Any comments are most welcomed. E-mail me to
I have some more stories but for the time being I think that'd be all and
thanks for listening.
When I was 9 years old I served as an alter boy
for my church. The year
was 1980 and I was going on a trip to see my father for the first time.
Before I left on this trip my priest gave me a hand shake and thanked me for
helping serve the church. In that hand shake was a twenty dallar bill and a
bone crushing grip. Father Smith had throat cancer and had part of his voice
box removed, he was a kind man who always took time to talk to familys after
service. Three weeks later I returned from my trip, only to discover Father
Smith had died of a heart attack. That was the last time I ever saw him.
Several years passed by, and I was spending the night at a friends house, we
were sitting down stairs in the basement talking about girls. In
mid-discussion my friend stoped talking, his face suddenly became pale and he
had this deadpan look on his face. I asked him what was wrong, he said I just
saw a priest walk past behind you. Behind me was a coridoor that led to the
stairs. My friend never knew I served as an alter boy, I never discussed how
upset I had been that I could'nt have served at my priest's funeral, or that
I even Knew a priest. My friend was'nt one to make things up.
One last thing, inbetween those several years there had been two instances
some one or something sat on my bed in the middle of the night, but nobody
was there. These are things that i will never forget. And perhaps the oddest
thing that's ever happened to me. When I was seven, the last thing I can
remember saying to my baby sitter was "What's it like to die?" One week
later she was hit and runover by a drunk driver. I have no idea why i asked
her that. I don't make things up to entertain people or for any other reason.
These are just a few strange things that have happened in my life.
I'm not sure what exactly this experience is, but i'll tell it anyway
for people out there to let me know what their opinion is.
This experience occurred during my high school years. One morning,
I woke up
without an alarm at about 6 am. I didn't open my eyes because I sensed
someone standing next to my bed. I can't explain it because I never had this
feeling before. So the first thing I knew not to do was to open my eyes
because I didn't want to see a face, a figure, or something that would scare
me to death. After a couple of seconds, the next thing I felt was every
muscle in my body tightening up. It was excruciating pain. I still didn't
want to open my eyes because I rather live life not knowing the unknown than
live life in fear. Eventually, the pain stopped and I was in a relaxed
state. I carefully opened my eyes and nothing was there. (Thank goodness!)
Ever since then, I question if that was a spirit, a ghost, a guardian angel.
What do you think?