In the the Winter of 1995 I worked in a Youth home that was over a hundred
years old. Since it was during Christmas vacation most of
the kids had gone to their families, or stayed with friends and only 8 were
at this large home.
Late at night I walked down a dark hallway making sure all the kids were in
bed. At the end of the hall was a large mirror. Looking down
this hall I could see myself and the hall behind me. I also saw an old women
dressed in white. She had no expression on her face but we
made eye contact through the mirror.
Without turning my head I called out asking why she was upstairs. I had
thought see might be a staff member, though there were only
two other staff members and neither of them looked anything like her. The
woman slowly turned away and started walking. I wiped my
head around and saw no one.
I then jogged down the hall and rounded the corner and still saw no one. At
that moment I felt very uncomfortable, as though I was in
someone else's house without their permission. I left the area shaking and
went to speak with the other staff members. Keep in mind that
their were no kids at that side of the house.
After speaking with several staff members in confidence over the next couple
of months I uncovered that most of them had seen this
same women in white. One staff member stated that she felt a hand grab her
shoulder but she didn't see anyone nor was anyone home at
Another staff member, (my supervisor), heard his name called loudly. He ran
down the stairs and saw a smoky apparition of a women in
white just before he ran through her. He said he felt a bone chilling cold
and he experienced a sense of terror, but thought the feeling was
from the ghost not from him. At noon, while the kids were at school, three
staff members witnessed a women in white walk by the door
of the main office. Since the doors were locked, and no one was home, they
had thought someone broke in. When the staff members
went out to talk to the women, no one was there.
Several of the kids that are housed there reported seeing a woman as well as
a few other people. One girl, who was very stable and
never cried, was screaming. When I had gone in to see what was wrong she
said a woman walked into her room and smiled at her. This
same story was told by several of the girls. Since this place houses young
girls the staff felt it best to vehemently deny any stories about
ghosts. In at least one case a staff member was fired due to his inability
to keep this fact a secret. After researching this house I found
that it had once been privately owned by a family who had been murdered in
This is a true story from Newburyport, Mass. I welcome your comments or
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There's more than corn in Indiana or at least from my experiences there's a
few ghostly hauntings to visit you along the way. My first experience with
ghostly guests was when I was about 7 years old or so. We lived in a small
house in Mishawaka near the old Grand Trunk railroad that crosses through
our two Citys (South Bend being the other one). One summer night I was
laying awake in bed looking out my window into the darkness dreaming
boyhood things that typical 7 year olds dream about when all the sudden
this dark faceless shadow figure looks in on me from the window holding
what looked to be a latern that eminated a eary glowing light that did not
caste about the house or figure but stayed within it's latern shape.
Terrified of this visitor thats watching me from my window I darted out of
my room screaming for my mom and dad which slept in the room next door. My
father went outside to investigate and found no footprints at the window
and the dog outside was calm. (It rained earlier and my mother had a garden
around the foot of the house in the back and side with fresh dirt, so there
should of been something!). Of course my parents dis-missed me and let me
sleep on the couch that night, for I was to terrified to go back to that
bedroom. The next morning I went about my daily ritual of bothering the
next door nieghbor lady which was one of the older senior citizens who us
block kids liked hanging around with and I told her about my visitor. As I
described what I saw her face became pale and she told me that 20 years ago
her husband worked for the rail road as a switchman and it was just down
the path a little ways from the house at the tracks that very night he met
his death from a train while walking home along the tracks from work late
My parents were a transient type of family so we ended up in various places
during the 12 years I lived with them. We moved to Plymouth Indiana for
awhile when I was about 10 years old. One day while walking down the street
with the nieghborhood kids on my way to my first day at school we passed a
boarded up house which a group of the kids with me told was haunted. They
told me a few years prior a young single woman was brutally raped and
murdered in that house and ever since everyone was scared of going in it.
Being the inquisitive type that I was I took it upon myself to prove those
scardy cats wrong and go explore the house myself. I took my trusted dog
with me one day over to the house and I entered the doorway. My dog's hair
raised on his back and ran, thinking nothing about his odd behavior I
continued in the house. I explored the house from room to room for awhile
and nothing happened. Then while standing in the dining room looking around
a very cold chill overcame me and I felt something ice cold grab my arm and
hold it tight for a few seconds. I was scared out of my wits and ran home
as fast as I can. I felt a burning sensation on my arm where it was held by
that chilling hand and discovered a bright red mark on my arm the shape of
slender fingers. To this day I still have a scar on my arm in place of that
mark that outlines a finger, and since that day I have became oddly
sensitive of apperations and in most cases they tell me who they are and
why they are here.
Then at around eleven years old I was living in a foster home and while our
foster parents were away one night my foster sister and brother and I got
bored and broke out the wee-gee (dont ask me to spell it) board. We were
playing with it for awhile when all the sudden this horrible pig like demon
thing start scratching at our living room window and the pointer on the
board was going nuts! Of course, we swore off wee-gee (dont ask me to spell
it) boards ever since. Maybe this has something to do with the previous
encounter, I'm not sure, but this next story is.
All my other encounters with spiritual sights from that day untill I was 25
was more of a sensing than of a actual visit. But one night I was visiting
a girlfriend and her friends house up in the woody nieghborhood area of the
Notre Dame campus. I told the girls I had to use a tree and would be right
back and procceded to the woody section next to her house. I entered the
section and saw this ghostly woman about 19 - 22 years old standing there
crying and I asked her why. She told me her name was Mary Milner and she
was raped and murdered in 1971 at that spot while on her way to class. She
wanted to see her Mother in Philedelphia but did not know how to get home.
We must of been in a ghostly conversation for a spell because the gals were
calling for me and throwing their usual shake it more than once insults. I
walked out of the cluster and they said I was white as a ghost (I usually
am after an encounter, they seem to take alot out of me) and I was chilled
to the bone. I told Suzy (my girlfriend's friend) about what I saw and what
the woman told me and Suzy said without a doubt that situation occured.
If you think these incidents are interesting, you should read my great
grandfather's book on Poltergiests; fact or fiction circa 1910. One fo the
first scientific studys ever conducted in the Midwest by Daniel Lehman. One
of the storys I recall my grandfather telling me was when he was boy he
used to go to the field trips with his father and there was this farm house
that was haunted they were investigating. Everytime someone tried to live
there hot iron nails would fly at them from nowhere and suddenly disappear
as fast as they came.
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Hi.My name is Mary. I live in Aberdeen Maryland.I am sorry that I
do not have a ghost story that happened to me,but but I would like to
share on that happened to a friend of mine.I am 12 years old and I am
fasinated with ghosts,but have never experienced a haunting or anything
first hand.I read about ghosts all the time.I have a list of about 15 or
20 hauntes places in Maryland.Me and my parents might take a self guided
ghosts tour in northern Maryland,but we don't know when.I wrote you tell
you about someone that I met at my cousin's birthday party last year.She
was 12 or 13 years old and she lives in Haver De Grace Maryland.Behind
her house is well over 3 aceres of land.Her family owns half and an old
man owns the other half.About 2 years ago the man got to weak to take
care of his half of the property so he said that my friend could have
it.My friend has a little sister also.One day my friend her sisiter and
thier parents were in the land behind their house just looking
around.Then they came to a colonial graveyard.They decided to fix it upo
and put flowers around the graves.My friend Was cleaning up a grave and
she noticed the name willum on it.My friend has bunk beds in her room
and she sleeps on the bottom and her sister sleeps on the top.That
night,My friend(I can't remember her name)Was awoken by the sound of
breathing.She knew it wasn't hers or her sisters.She looked on the floor
and she saw a palw white outline of a figure slleping on her floor!!She
was scared but went back to sleep.The next day after school she was home
alone.While she was in the kitchen she noticed the cabinents opened an
shut on their own.And the next morning the door to her bedroom would open
abd shut while she was getting dressed!!She went to the library and
looked up the name Willum and found that willum's family was hung for
believing in a different religion than the others at the time he was
living.She also found that one night Willum went out and didn't
return,his family went searching,but never found him.At night my friend
looks in the woods behind her house and sees the light of the lanterns of
Willums family who are his mother fateher and sister.The lights move
through the woods as the family looks for Willum.If it's quiet you can
her their voices saying willum come hom willum whare are you
willum???Now when ever the cabinents open and shut oon their own my
friend just say willum stop it!!!And when ts bedroom door opens when shes
getting dressed she yells at willum,then the door shuts until shes
dressed!!!I hope you enjoyed this story.
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Fortunately, I have not seen anything ghostly for
awhile..unfortunately, I've had a lot of bad premonitions. I will
tell you a story that happened several years ago. The details are kind
of fuzzy. But, what I can remember is that I was walking down the
upstairs hall of my house and in the last room I caught a glimpse of a
man in a suit and a hat like they used to wear...in the 20's or 30's.
THat room used to be my room when I was a kid, and I thought it was
creepy (more stories) anyway, he disappeared...then one day I was at
work ( I worked at a donut shop and it was at least
afternoon..daylight) I was there all alone..when I heard the bells on
the door jingle as if someone were coming in. I looked up and caught a
glance of the same figure standing against the wall. It was really
weird. My friends and I call him "the hat man". Haven't seen him
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When I was in high school in 1976 I was in a terrible car accident. The
funny thing is right before the car I was riding in struck the telephone
poll, I jumped into the back seat and went immediately to sleep. I would
have been decapitated as the force of the hit caused the hood of the Buick
to come to a point and pierced the seat where I was sitting. I remember
waking up and although I was in shock I can remember seeing the other two
people that were in the car as well. I remember looking out the window and
there was a figure leaning in towards me. I know it was a man, however, he
was luminating and looking at me. I can recall a sense of friendlinesss and
knew everything would be alright. After four years of pain that followed
that tragic night, I was sleeping in my room in my parents house when I
rolled over to my right side and there was the same figure. He was sitting
beside my bed watching me. For an instant I froze then wiped off the covers
and ran to my parents room. As I was waking my mother up I remembered the
night of the accident and this warm presence that was with me that night and
realized it was the same spirit. My mother, being the good Catholic mother
that she is, told me it was my guardian angel coming to tell me everything
would be alright. I often wished that I did not run from the room that
night as I missed an opportunity to try to communicate with him. Years
passed and I was travelling home from work one Saturday afternoon. The exit
for my home was a two lane exit to the left and I was in the right hand
lane. There was little traffic if any that day. As I was about a mile from
my exit, I felt the presence of the spirit again and he told me that the big
brown van barreling up in the left hand lane was going to cut me off. As
the two lane exit approached and I would normally just go with the road, I
let up on the gas, slowed down gently and sure enough the van cut me off. I
would have been killed. I was totally calm anticipatingg this to happen.
And then he was again. I often think about this spirit or angel that I have
and maybe one day I will have the opportunity to thank him.
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My name is Mike and I saw something in your story that caught my
eye. When I was around 8 years old I woke up one night and had to go to
the bathroom. When I came back, I got in bed and pulled the covers up
to my chin. We had a hallway light that was left on all night so we
could find our way to the bathroom at the end of the hall. As I lay
there for about 1 minute, I saw a shadow coming down the hall and I
thought, oh I must have woke mom up and she's coming to see what I'm
doing. I was shocked to see a little man?? about 2-3 ft. tall turn in
my doorway! He just stood there and I couldn't see his face because
once you step in my doorway the hallway light doesn't shine on you
anymore. I could tell that it had a hat on that looked like the kind
that the pilgrims wore. I could also tell that it had a long bushy
beard, but I could not see his face clearly. I sat there and I was so
scared I couldn't move, then he started to walk to the end of my bed. I
just about s**t my pants! The only thing I could think of to do was to
lay down and pull the covers over my head because he blocked the only
exit out of my room. I layed there under the covers waiting for him to
get on the bed and grab me. I must have layed there about 5 minutes but
it seemed like eternity. I finally got the courage to slowly pull the
cover down and I couldn't see him anywhere. I jumped off the end of the
bed in one leap and flew into mom and dads room. I woke mom up and told
her what I saw but she just said I was dreaming and to go back to bed.
I'll tell you that I went and turned on every light in the house and
looked around all over the place. I didn't go to sleep until the sun
came up and I am positive that I did not dream it. I am 40 years old now
and I still am a little afraid of the dark. The only people I have told
this story to is my mom (who passed away in 1978) and my present wife.
It hit me like a ton of bricks when I saw your story about a small
person! I couldn't quite tell if the one I saw had an oversized head
though and I wonder how many other people have seen the same thing but
was afraid to say something about it! I have only seen this thing once
and that is all I care to see too!
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I live in West Malaysia and the paranormal has been a mix of curiousity
and fear for me...
In my whole life, I have experienced 3 ghostly activities; more than
the rest of my family. My first sister heard noises but had not no
concrete proof of it being a paranormal activity. However, my second
sister had had a full perspective of an apparition which was connected
to the story I'm about to tell below.
My last sister, at 2 years of age had, one night, freaked out
hysterically for only 20 seconds whilst staring in mid air. This was
explained later when she was 3, very vividly but with no hard evidence.
However, the incident had an unusual side-effect. After the apparition,
which seemed to be a Victorian Englishman dressed in black with a top
hat and red glaring eyes, my sister constantly complained about pain in
her right leg. So, she went to the doctor's. It revealed a twisted joint
but with very odd chracteristics. As usual, it was dismissed as a mere
Questioning my sister, she claimed that the figure had appeared quite
earlier and bit her with great force on the very same location she had
problems with. But she was only 2 at the time. So, even I would dismiss
it as hallucination. But, I could never dismiss a first-hand experience:
I was 10 when I discovered that something odd and out-of-place was
going on in the house I lived all my life. I sleep by myself in one
room, upstairs whilst my 2 sisters slept in another next to mine. One
night, the bed began to shake violently in a full burst lasting 3
seconds. I jumped at this and ran to my sisters' room and tried to
rationalize the whole thing.
Firstly, I took it as a ground tremor. In Malaysia!? No way! If it was
a ground tremor, my sisters, who were wide awake at that time, must've
felt it as well but they did not. Then I began to check out my room,
especially areas near my bed. I didn't sleep in my room that night but
crept to my parent's room and slept there.
In the morning, after a full explanation, my parents assumed that I had
made it up. But this was to be proven untrue in my next story.
Following the poltergeist incident, my second sister experienced
something I would never ever in my life dreamed of experiencing. The
following was told by my sister when she was 8 years of age.
One afternoon, in broad daylight, she went upstairs to her room. Before
she reached there, she claimed to see a black hazy figure of a cat-sized
creature which looked something like a rat (she drew this apparition
just after the incident) with fangs and glaring eyes. It came from under
my bed and chased her into her room, vanishing under her bed. My dad and
I raced upstairs in reaction to her hysterical screams and saw her
standing on a chair mumbling, appeared to be shocked and pale. We
searched her room for this "creature" but with no luck. After that
apparition, my room was free from the poltergeist. Phew...
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This first-hand experience happened to me about a year ago and is still
vivid in my mind. At that time, I had just moved to Eastern Malaysia and
was staying in my grandmother's second house. This house was actually
rented by people and aged back to World War 2 when the Japanese came to
Malaysia and created havoc.
At around 1 am one night, I came back late from my part-time job at a
restaurant as usual. We had just moved to the "second" house and my room
was near the back. I was tired and slept easily.
Before the apparition came into view, I was half awakened by dogs
barking and the sound of muffled voices in my ears; much like the sound
of 2 tape recorders played backwards. Then I opened my eyes to be
greeted by a floating head of a person; vivid yet transparent. Only the
head, no body, nothing else. Just a head in mid-air. It stared at me for
about 4 seconds with cold sweat running down my neck. I took in the
details of the sad, almost unanimated face at that time before it
suddenly vanished. Almost instantly, the dogs stopped barking and all
was silent again. I turned on my room lights and tried to rationalize
the whole thing but failed. I woke up the next morning in my
I was 16 at the time and I didn't want to let the apparition become
another unsolved experience in my life. So, I asked around. My
grandmother said that the previous people who rented the house had also
seen such apparitions but with different intensities. One tennant
claimed that he/she saw a ghostly body of a man but without a head
walking around the rooms. My new-found friends claimed that they have
been seeing weird things floating near the back of the house whilst they
were playing outside.
After telling all this to my parents, they had the house checked out by
a spiritualist who was actually my very own second uncle. He said that
the man I had just seen was chinese and was a sad ghost. The man was
beheaded by the Japanese communists during the war. The man's death was
upon his own request. This was because his 6 month pregnant wife was cut
open by the communists and was then executed without reason. He
apparently took with him his sorrow and grief. And he was not properly
Near my room, under a small tree lie the skull of a chinese man and
about 20 kilometers away lie his body in a cemetery. So, these facts
explained the apparitions. The head was searching for a matching body
and vice versa.
Recently, we left the house and moved to another due to some other
paranormal activity which I will not discuss now. Maybe at a later time,
I will. It's up to you to believe.
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I can only tell you this story from second hand experience
because I was sleeping throughout the whole incident. Nonetheless,
according to both of my parents, it involves me.
Back when I was about four years old, my parents were sitting in
the family room watching T.V. when they heard the sound of someone
running up the stairs. Now the staircase is adjacent to the family room.
At the time, the only thing separating the staircase and the family room
was a railing. So when they both looked over the railing to see who was
coming up the stairs they saw me, in my pajamas, run up the stairs and
around the corner into the kitchen.
Both my parents thought this to be a bit odd because not only was
it past my bed time, but my action and expression seemed aimless. They
called out my name and asked me what I was doing in the kitchen, and I
gave no answer. Still puzzled, they both got up from their chairs and
went into the kitchen to get me and put me back to bed. When they got
into the kitchen and turned on the light they expected to see me standing
there, but I was nowhere in sight. They looked under the table to see if
I was hiding from them but still I was nowhere to be found. When they
went back down stairs, into my bedroom, they found me lying in my bed
If this seems a bit sketchy to you, let me present some
interesting facts. Number one, I was terrified of the dark. As a child
I always slept with a light on. I would never have run into a dark room.
Number two there is only one staircase in our entire home. I would have
had no way to get back down stairs unless I passed the family room, where
my parents were. Thirdly there was no reason to go into the kitchen.
When I was a kid I wasn't allowed to get my own food from the kitchen,
and I was the most sickeningly obedient kid you could have ever met. I
would never have tried to sneak food from the kitchen, and I would never
have played a game like this with my parents, regardless of the odd hour
of the night. Finally, you can only accuse one of my parents of tripping
out and seeing something wierd like this. What is the likelihood that
both my parents could see the exact same thing, even though neither one
was on anything.
Anyway, my theory is that either myself or one of my parents may
have created an image of me running up the stairs and into the kitchen.
While this may sound rediculous, there have been many stories like mine
told before. To tell you the truth; if this hadn't happened to my
family, I doubt that I would believe that stuff like this could
actually happen. Now I know that it does.
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In 1983 after i got married,my wife and i bought a house. It wasn't an
old house it was only 7years old at the time. We bought the
house,located in west Ky from an aging couple,she had terminal lung
cancer and wanted to spend her last years up north with her children and
friends. The old man loved the house and area,i only meet him a couple
of times,but he told me he hated to leave.
Now both of these people where heavy smokers and we had alot of work
ahead of us for such a recently built home,paint,carpet,wallpaper,ect.
And spent the first year pouring our hearts out into this home. my wife
is always spooky,and doesn't like being alone and wont answer the door
if shes home alone,so i keep a handgun stored away,and always check out
rooms and noises for her,it became commonplace.
Well after three years of not ever having anything occur,other than
maybe some nieborhood cats making noises at night. I came home from work
day to an empty house,as i walked into the den i definatly saw a man
dressed in overalls walk into our bedroom. I got my revolver from its
hiding spot and checked it to make shure it was loaded and proceeded
into the bedroom. When i arrived know one was there,with no way out of
the back of the house except passing me,i searched everywhere under beds
(locked with screens atached) closests,nothing. I quickly chalked this
up to imagination,though i have never had it happen to me before,and the
last thing i was going to do was tell my skitish wife.
So about a week or so later, i awake in the middle of the night and see
the same figure standing in the corner of the room, i didn't feel scared
or thretened. I rubbed my eyes and he was still there,the corner was
empty but it was if he were in front of a desk or dresser doing
somthing. I finnally desided to wake my wife and when she finnally arose
groggy from her sleep he was gone. Of course i didn't tell her what i
had seen,we would have been moving the next day.
Ten days or so passed and i was working out in the yard and a neibor
that walks the subdivision stoped to chat and said. Well mister Brown
finally passed away, i said whos mister brown? She replied he's the
sweet old man you bought your house from,you know the one that always
wore overalls every day of his life, you know i talked to him just a few
months ago after his wife passed away and told him how nice you and your
wife had fixed up the house and where taking great care of it!
She said that he missed it so bad and now that his wife was gone he
wished more than anything that he was back here,he loved it here.
Well i didn't tell her of seeing him come to make his last rounds and i
never saw Mr Brown again. I was a sceptic before and i sometimes still
find stories hard to believe,but this i saw with my own eyes and am glad
that i was able to explane what once was unexplanable.
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My name is Tessy and I am 17 years old I moved to this state three years
ago I had to live with some of my moms friends untill we found our own
house about three days before we had to move I had been sleeping in the
youngest kids room on the floor by the door and I kept it open just a
little bit I was 14 at the time well at around 630 in the mourning I had
woken up I looked up at the door and there was a girl standing in the
hall looking at me I was not scared or nervouse she didnt look mean she
had on a kind of ratty looking dress and old dirty sneakers her hair was
in a ponytail and her bangs hung down her fore head. she stood there
for a couple minuts looking at me with hands down by her side well the
guy that was living in the house had to be to work at 700 am so his
alarm clock went off and the girl turned around towords the sound of the
clock turned back around to me and disapeared I cant remember if she ran
or just left it was a neat thing and I wasnt scared I told my mom she
got siked up because she is into that type of thing but my dad thought I
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I live in Virginia, just outside of Washington, DC. There's a church in
Potomoc, Maryland, which is about a half hour drive away. It's just
down the street from my ex-girlfriend's house.
One night, a friend of mine and I were driving around, just doing
talking and stuff, and we ended up in Maryland, and there was a
restaurant I wanted to go eat at. On our way to the restaurant, we
drove by the aformentioned church. It was around 2 in the morning.
Right as soon as we passed the church, I pulled my car over to the side
of the road, and both my friend and I looked at each other and asked
each other if we felt a cold feeling as we passed the church.
It was winter time, but I had the heat on in my car, and if anything,
both my friend and I were very hot inside my car, but for some reason,
we both got incredibly cold the moment we passed that church.
To test it out, we went back a week later, and we experienced the same
feeling. We went back at different times of day, and no matter what
time, if it was 2 in the afternoon or 2 in the morning, it was always
the same feeling.
My ex-girlfriend told me about something that happened right near the
church. When you're driving on the road that the church is on, there's
a bunch of trees, kind of a mini-forest, that go back a little ways.
Supposedly, about 6 or 7 years ago, sometime around the beginning of
this decade, two girls were found murdered in those woods. I've never
had a chance to check this out for certain, but it's something I've been
meaning to do for awhile.
Something else that's somewhat odd, is that every single person I've
been to that area with, I don't keep in contact with. My ex-girlfriend
and I had a pretty bad breakup, and we didn't quite work out as friends.
The friend I mentioned and I started to get in a lot of fights over
things, and we no longer have any contact with each other.
Another person who went to the church with me was the aformentioned
friend's ex-girlfriend. We spent a lot of time together, and she's a
photographer, and was interested in taking pictures of the church. One
night we braved the chilling feeling and parked in the church and used
two rolls of film on pictures of the church and the surrounding area.
She developed her own film, and has never had any of her film go bad,
but not a single one of the 48 pictures we took turned out. As for my
relationship with her, she went back to her ex-boyfriend when she found
out I had feeling for her, and basically left me with a broken heart.
I've never been to the church by myself, and it's something I'm planning
on doing very soon.
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My father was a tough minded no frills man, wgo led a spartan life
in his small house on the New Jersey coast, never spending an unnecessary
penny. A coal miner's son from eastern Pennsylvania, and one of eight
children, he was a product of the great depression of the thirties. He
was kind and generous to everyone but himself. I might have known that
he could make it back from anywhere. Even death.
In early October of 1992 my sister called at my home in Indiana with
the news that Dad had had a massive heart attack. She found him in his
home in great pain. After much pleading from her he went to the hospital
in Bricktown. I flew in that evening and was able to see him in the
intensive care ward in the morning.
I told him that when he came out of the hospital he would come to
Indiana with me to recover. He looked at me and said, "Mike, I'm not
going to make it out of here alive. I can feel it coming." He laughed
and said, "We'll be together soon enough. Life is short. I'll be
waiting for you when you pass over, and I'll be watching you in the
meantime." Two days later he died.
My sister wanted me to stay with her, but I needed to be alone with
my grief, so I stayed in Dad's home the night that he died. It was a
small home in a subdivision where only retirees live. The house was full
of Dad's unique personality. A little desk nameplate from his office
jokingly given by his friends which said "CHEAP PETE." A weding portrait
of my grandparents in a guilded oval frame. The food still in the
refrigerator. Underwear that he had washed out hanging from the shower
head. Pictures of all of us that he loved. The TV guide open to the
listings of the night of his heart attack. And I couldn't shake the
feeling that I had always unconciously associated with his presence. I
told myself that it was only my immagination. That I missed him.
Sick with grief I sat up and watched a movie, then tried to read.
Around three AM I was overcome with exhaustion and shut all of the lights
off. I laid down on Dad's bed and began to pray in the dark for his
soul. Suddenly I heard a click and light flooded into the room from the
hall. The hairs stood up on the back of my neck. I jumped out of bed to
confront the intruder that I knew must be in the house with me. I
grabbed a cordless phone as a weapon and stepped into the hall and felt
my fathers presence powerfully. And I felt sadness. I could feel very
tangibly that he was sorry for me. I knew that there was no one in the
house but us, but I checked the door locks anyway which were secure. The
light in the bathroom had come on. The switch was the older type which
had a positive click. I had just shut it off minutes before. I said
aloud, "I love you Dad, thanks for the message."
I still feel him sometimes when I least expect to. He was there
recently when I took a picture of my son Michael. About a year ago I
dreamed of him, and later learned that my brother Pete had and almost
identical dream on the same night. I believe that he's keeping his word
as he always did. I feel him most strongly occasionally as I'm dozing
off to sleep. At those times it's as though he's sitting right beside
me. I learned many things from my father. The last thing that he taught
me was that there is a bond, the glue of which is love, and that it
transcends death. And that death is nothing to fear at all.
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My name is Amanda, i'm 13 and live in Maryland. When I was
about 11 yrs. i saw a ghost. It all started one night when I got a strange
sickness. I was lying on the top bed on my bunk bed sleeping. Then I heard
something and I woke up(so origanal). Then all the sudden I saw a black
ghostly figuree standing at the bottom of my bunk bed. At first I thoght I
was halucinatiing, but I have very good eye sight in the dark. I told it to
go away and it left.
The next day at school I told my best friend Tonya about
what happened and she didn't believe me. That weekened I had her stay with
me to prove I wasn't lying. That night she woke me up crying. I got up and
asked her what was wrong. She said she saw a female ghost with long red
hair standing at the end of my bed.
I connected these sightings to a ring(it was the freakest
thing you ever saw) my mom gave me the night i saw the ghost. It wasn't a
present she just gave it to me. I showed her the ring the next day and we
went in the woods to the creek and threw it in. Tonya and I haven't seen
anything paranormal since. The only time they appered was 2 times. One w/
her and the first w/ me.
I don't know what Isaw and I'm not sure what i saw but i
believe they were something out of the ordinary.
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During my life I've experienced several times, in different houses yet,
something I shall call a copycat. I don't think ghost is an accurate
term, since those whose forms are copied are alive and well, nor do I
think of it as some form of astral or mental projection, as they are
usually awake and active in the next room.
But on to the experiences.. my first as such was when I was about 6
years old.. this house was exceedingly haunted anyway, though I don't
remember much about what went on there. I lived there from around 3 to
about 8 and though we now live not very far from it, I'm 22 and most of
the paranormal stuff there only survives in the tales of my mom.
But I do remember this.. we had a garage accessible from our living
room, and that had a spare room inside it for some odd reason, that was
frequently used as a playroom by my brother and I. Well, one day I went
out to that room by myself. I got to about the middle of the room and
suddenly before me appeared a transparent humanoid figure. I couldn't
make out any details below the neck but atop it sat the grinning heads
of both my brother and myself, faces clearly detailed but equally
transparent. The heads flopped right to left, phasing straight through
eachother without contact and continuing to grin at me. It seems amusing
as I think about it now, though I still shiver at the strangeness of it.
At the time it was the most terrifying experience I could have imagined.
I backed up slowly as it floated about half an inch off the ground
toward me until I hit a small window A/C unit behind me and sat down
hard on the floor, when it just as suddenly vanished. Needless to say I
ran back inside immediately, and never felt comfortable going in the
garage alone anymore.
I've got lots more such experiences to share, and would be interested to
know if anyone else has dealt with a copycat.
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