I am a Respiratory Therapist. While working graveyard shift in a
hospital on the Texas side of the Red River. I experienced what I feel
was a brush with the supernatural. R.T's help patients to breathe better.
But also to provide emergency care to bring them back from their visit
to Eternity and beyond.The Sixth floor of the hospital is where nursing
home patients and patients who are chronically ill or had un treatable
cancer where usually
admitted. If you talk to anybody who worked in the hospital there would always be a room or a bed that seem to have an unlucky results for those patients who were placed there. There was such a room on the sixth floor.
After performing a code earlier on a patient whom passed on the sixth floor. I was called to look at a patient in THE ROOM next to the nurses station. The Patient was very elderly and seem very confused upon first initial contact. While assessing the patient the patient was talking in tongues and pledging her allegiance to the dark underworld of Satan. This patient's arms were tied to her bed to prevent her from hurting her self. The patient was frothing at the mouth and her eyes would roll behind her head exposing only the white of her eyes. Needless to say
it was very unsettling. We left the patients room to look at the patients chart when then the patient's call light went off in the patients room numerous times that night. what was weird about it is that the patient was unable to press it because her hands were tied up. Later that night we coded the patient and she passed away and was moved to the funeral home that morning. The next night I showed up for my shift again and was up on the sixth floor talking to the nurses that took care of the patient the night before. When the call light went off in the room that the patient was in the night before. We turned on the light walked in to the empty patient room and reset the pt call. The room felt unusually cold and still. We returned to the nurses station when the call light went off again in the same room , after resetting it again. We returned to the nurses station when the EMERGENCY call light went off again. This
time the call box had been pulled out of the wall and was lying on the ground. This was very unsettling because no person was in the room and because of the close proximity of the room to the nurses station that no-one could have done this without being seen. Maintenance was called and found nothing unusual in the room. No patients were admitted to that room that night. We assumed that the patient wanted us to know that she was still around was not done scaring us. We looked at the time and it was the same time we coded her the night before. After this happened My senses were enhanced and the graveyard shift had a whole new meaning.
Many Youthful Experiences
When I was like nine or so, around Christmas,
I was in a bad mood. My dad
was at work, my mom and brother were in the kitchen. Nobody else was there. I
was sitting on the staitrs, and I had this feeling to look behind me. I saw
this tall, somewhat fat guy standing at the top of the stairs. He didn't have
any feutures I could see, just all like a shadow. I ran into the kitchen, and
din't see anything else for a while.
About a year later, we were in the basement. We went to a different
section for a minute, then a bit later we noticed someone wrote "Simon" on
some drawing paper in orange pencil. It wasn't anyone in my family! Then I
was like twelve, and I was up in my room. I heard a little kid talking, I
couldn't hear the words, behind the wall my bed was against. I went to my
brother's room to ask him to shut up. He wasn't there! I asked my mom, he'd
been away since the morning! After that I heard steps and bumps upstairs
often. After we got a dog, when she was upstairs, peacefull, often she'd
suddenly get up and start barking like nuts. Then she'd run downstairs.
Occasionally, when I was outside, I would see odd shadows in my room's window
and my stereo would turn on. It continued heavily for a while, then stopped.
Those kinda things still happen occasionally.
Testing the Waters
One night, a few years ago in Kentucky, I was
watching tv in my
bedroom. It was pretty dark except for the tv as the room was located in
the basement, but I was wide awake. It started getting chilly. Chilly
enough to get bundled up. As I was wrapping myself up, I looked over
toward the far wall, and a lady was walking toward me. (I get the heebie
jeebies now just thinking about it). It scared me so much I made that
noise you only hear in Hollywood movies, when you try to scream but
inhale at the same time. She took three steps toward me (that's
important, I'll tell you why in just a minute) and vanished. Well,
vanished is a strong word. She faded out very quickly. She looked
thirtyish, shoulder length dark hair, and was wearing a blue dress that
went to her ankles. A modern dress, as well as a modern hairstyle.
A soon as she faded out, an overwhelming sense
that she was sorry
totally engulfed me. And I thought to myself that I felt sad that I
scared her off by my reaction. I've been (this is somewhat embarrassing
to say. I've always believed in sixth sense, paranormal, things like
that. But I was a deputy at one time, and want to be a physicist after I
get my Ph.D. These don't go well with paranormal.) sensitive to things
since I was a child. I've gone to houses that made me nauseous just to
be there, and sometimes certain rooms in some houses give me the
willies. But this was different. The feelings I got were all wrong.
I did a little research and found that ghosts
can send an olive
branch to a person. A ghost to test the waters for them, if you will.
And I felt in that room that I was needed. I brought in a friend to
help, and we tried EVP. We got nothing. We tried pictures and video, and
still nothing. I was an idiot and tried Ouija (people, Parker Brothers
may make it, but it's as dangerous as a nuclear bomb. I recommend
against Ouija) and didn't have the thing move once. But something flat
out told me that if I used it anymore, terror would only be the
beginning (I also felt that who I had contaced through the thing wasn't
her). So I had no answers but what I felt. After a few weeks, 2 or 3 it
seems to me, the feeling that she was still around faded.
I felt this: she was supposed to test the waters,
and I failed the
test. There is a message out there I won't get. I felt that it was a
message from a relative.
She came through the wall of my bedroom. Her three
steps would have
put her right on top of me, but they didn't. Her third step put her in
the middle of my room. The wall dissolved around her. Was it an after
image from the TV on my retinas? No. I know what they are like. So do
you. This was crystal clear, and her size would overlap the size if the
tv screen from my position in the room. Between two eyes and the TV, I
had fairly good parallax.
The room felt clean when when I moved in, and
a few short weeks
after this incident it felt clean. I never found out who she was, but
I'll never forget her. Perhaps I'll get the chance to ask her face to
† Gangrel †
I wrote to you about my grandfather's ghost, but thought you might
be one of
the few people who could appreciate the other "entities" that have been part
of my life.
When I was a child, my mother's grandparents gave me an old brass framed
bed. They'd rescued it from a burned down house in the country near where
they lived, cleaned it up, painted it, and for years used it in their guest
I often got the strangest feeling that I wasn't alone in my bedroom, but of
course no one else was there. I had the strongest belief that "whatever" was
causing that sensation had something to do with that bed. It was never
threatening; in fact, it was almost rather comforting. I tried to tell my
mother about it, but she ascribed it to a bright child's overactive
My dog, however, sensed it as well. There would often be the sound of the
front door opening and closing (while in actuality, it had remained locked
and closed), and she would wag her tail, obviously watching SOMETHING go up
the stairs to my bedroom. Even my mother could not deny that there was
something going on.
It was rather natural that I'd begin talking to this invisible "person". It
was important to me to convince my mother that what I had described as a
presence was real, and I told him I needed his help to do that. He never
spoke to me, not even silently, but I got the feeling he was amused. Hoping
for something tangible to show my mother, I called her into my room. I had
some scarves and bandanas tied around the foot of the bed. With my mother
watching, several of the scarves lifted, by themselves, and then dropped
back into position.
The hair on my mother's arm stood straight up, her eyes grew round, and she
left the room, complaining about my "convincing little trick". She
maintained that it had to have been a ruse of some kind.... but after that,
she stopped treating me as if I were making up a story about the presence
that came with my bed.
When I was a teenager, I became interested in occult and spiritual topics. I
played around with what I thought was "magic" and inadvertently summoned
something that was NOT pleasant. It brought with it the sensation of being
watched, but it wasn't a comfortable feeling. This presence was mildly
hostile, and the corner of my room where I would "sense" it would be cold,
even though there was no breeze or vent near. A few times, looking back at
that corner in my vanity mirror, I could have sworn I saw two glowing blue
spot where eyes should have been.
It was a hostile presence, but it didn't actually do anything other than
scare my dog, give me and my mother the creeps, and periodically frighten
my friends away. (They'd never explain why they didn't want to come up to my
room, other than that they sometimes felt "something creepy" up there.) It
wasn't always there all the time, just as the other spirit-creature wasn't
present all the time, but we all definitely knew when it WAS there.
It didn't do anything, until I decided to DO something about it. I decided
to try to banish that unpleasant presence, or exorcise it. Apparently, all I
did was enrage the thing, because for the first time it affected material
objects. My doll collection flew off the bookshelves toward me, as did books
and some trinkets. The cold presence also physically moved towards me, and
for the first time I was truly frightened.
Then the cold entity stopped, as if it were blocked, and there seemed to be
a struggle of some kind.... the comforting presence that I'd grown up with,
the one associated with my bed... well, I could swear it was protecting me.
The cold thing left, and I made up an excuse as to why all the things in my
room were lying in the floor in the center of the room.
Both things followed my mother and me through several moves, from one
apartment to another, so we knew that it had to do with either one of us, or
with something that we moved with us. When I moved out to live with my
fiancé, neither of them moved with me. (Of course, I'd left the bed.)
The cold thing's presence dwindled, but when my mother took that old brass
bed as her own again, the other presence became strong again.
One night, when my mother was particularly upset and crying about something,
she felt a body's weight on the mattress, and masculine arms went around her
waist. She was petrified, convinced that someone had broken into the house
and was preparing to molest her. Finally, she summoned the courage to move,
... and no one was there.
The next day, she spoke aloud, telling "him" (we called him "George" by
then) to go away, that he had frightened her horribly.
Well, apparently that was enough for George, because his comforting presence
has never been felt since. My mother is sad that she spoke so hastily. She
misses him, and says that she knows he was only trying to comfort her, and
that she over-reacted.
On the other hand, the other presence still every now and then re-occurs. My
own son won't sleep in that room (that used to be mine), and will rarely
even go into it alone, even in the daytime.
Ventura, California - The Leewood Hotel
I lived adjacent to the main building at the Leewood Hotel in Ventura,
Calif. I was sitting on my bed talking to a friend who was putting
in a new sink. I saw something move with supernatural speed which also
seemed to have a certain light to it. It interrupted the conversation
we were having and I was about to ask my friend if he had seen what I just
saw when he commented that's quite a pillow you've got there, does it do
that often? I asked"that was my pillow?" I hadn't noticed that
it was even an object, I just had seen something move incredibly
fast. I looked over onto the floor and there was my heart shaped pillow which was on my bed just seconds before. Somehow the pillow just flew from the bed onto the floor with such speed that all I saw was some flash of bright light. Weird stuff. Another time in that same room my boyfriend came over and he was waiting for me to finish getting ready to go out and he heard somebody call his name in a very "differen!
t" kind of a way. He actually never heard that kind of a sound before He said did you hear that and I said yeah to the second calling of his name which he also heard, but said the first time he heard it was definitely clearer and more eerie. I had already experienced the pillow toss and other strange phenomena in this room so, it didn't freak me out as much as it did him. There was this certain area in the room where the weird stuff seemed to happen more so than in other areas of the room
Could It be the Child
I briefly moved into a house in Nitro, WV with a person I had went
with. The house had been remodled from when it was first bought and there
had been old shag carpet on the floors that was taken up, leaving nice hard
wood floors. It was noticed in the master bedroom that there was a stain on
the floor than would not come out and no matter how much it was sanded would
not lighten. The stain was covered with a bed and rarely thought about. My
bedroom was about 10 feet down the long hall from the bedroom where the stain
was. The first notice of a presence was a night when a friend of mine and I
were in my bedroom with the door slightly cracked. My roommate had already
gone to bed that evening and was in the master bedroom with the door shut.
Earlier that night I had laid my only set of keys on my dresser in my room.
My friend and I sat in my room talking when we heard the noise of keys
sliding down the hall and hitting the shut door to the master bedroom. We
both immediately got up and opened my door. At the end of the hall laid my
keys. I yelled for my roommate and he had heard the noise but just thought
it was my friend and I joking around. After we explained to him that the
keys were on my dresser and neither my friend and I had played a prank, we
all sat around that night trying to explain the incident away. After that
first incident we noticed other things that were out of the ordinary. Things
would fall of shelves without anyone being near them. Objects would be moved
around the house. One night I was in the shower and a friend of mine was in
the kitchen waiting on me and she swore she heard someone yell for her.
Thinking it was me, she got up and came to see what I wanted. After I
convinced her that it really was not me she was pale. Time after time things
would occur. Music would come on from the stereo, the TV would turn on by
itself and lights in the house would come on or turn themselves off. I moved
out soon after all this started. I was told later that a murder had occurred
in the house where a man had killed his wife and young daughter, then killed
himself. That is what I speculated the stain on the floor in the master
bedroom to be from. I never confirmed the story of the murders, but the
happenings in the house will always be in my mind!
Freaked us Out!!!!!!!!
I remember when I was about 13 yrs. old, my cousin stayed the
night with me. It was late probably around midnight or 1:00 a.m.
we were laying down in my bed talking about girl stuff and then the discussion
lead to scarey stories. One story was about something she had seen
outside one night at her house she said it had red eyes and because it
so dark she could not make out the body and just then something touched
our feet inside the covers! I got scared and told her not to be touching
me she said she didn't do it because it touched her feet
too. But something like a claw touched us. My first thought was a mouse but that was not possible because we jumped out of the bed and tore down the covers on the bed and did not see or hear anything. To this day I still wonder what it was. That really freaked us out! Thanks for your time.
HI ANOTHER GHOST STORY
THIS EXPERIENCE HAPPENED TO ME ABOUT 10 YEARS AGO ME AND MY WIFE JUST MOVED INTO OUR FIRST APARTMENT.THE APARTMENT USED TO BE ONE STORY
MOTEL THAT WAS CONVERTED INTO 12 ONE BED ROOM APARTMENTS. I DO NOT KNOW ANY OF THE HISTORY BEHIND THE BUILDING.AFTER WE HAD BEEN LIVING
THERE FOR ABOUT 3 MONTHS I HAD ONE OF THE MOST FREIGHTING EXPERIENCES. IT HAPPENED IN THE EARLY MORNING I WOULD GUESS SOME TIME BETWEEN
5-6 AM IN THE MORNING. I WAS AWAKENED FEELING THAT SOME THING WAS PRESSING ON MY CHEST. WHEN I OPENED MY EYES.THERE WAS THIS GHOST OR
DEMON FLOUTING OVER ME.(I CAN'T SAY WHAT IT WAS BECAUSE I DO NOT KNOW WHAT IT WAS.) IT WAS FLOUTING ABOUT 6 TO 8 INCHES ABOVE ME.I FOUND
THAT I COULD NOT MOVE MY BODY IT WAS AS IF I WERE PARALYZED.( I REMEMBER LOOKING OUT MY BED ROOM WINDOW AND SEEING THE SUN RISING). WHEN
I LOOKED UP I WAS LOOKING INTO THE EYES OF THE GHOST, DEMON I REMEMBER THAT THE EYES WERE COAL BLACK AND SHAPED CAT LIKE. THE FACE LOOKED
FACE WITH WHAT APPEARED TO LOOK LIKE HORNS OR POINTED EARS AT THE TOP OF IT'S HEAD. IT DID NOT SEEM TO HAVE A BODY.BUT IT BELLOWED KIND OF
LIKE A SHEET GHOST. THIS IS THE SCARIEST PART OF THE STORY.IT FELT LIKE IT WAS TRYING TO FORCE IT SELF INTO MY BODY.I KEPT FEELING IT PRESS
AGAINST ME I REMEMBER IT TOOK ALL MY CONCENTRATION TO KEEP IT FROM TAKING OVER MY BODY EVERY TIME IT CAME CLOSER I FELT EVEN MORE PRESSURE
ON MY CHEST IT WOULD GET ABOUT 1-2 INCHES FROM MY BODY BEFORE I COULD FORCE IT AWAY.THE DEMON,GHOST TRIED THIS REPEATEDLY BEFORE THE IT
FINALLY LEFT I DO NOT RECALL HOW LONG I FOUGHT THIS SPIRIT BUT WHEN I LOOKED OUT THE BEDROOM WINDOW THE SUN WAS UP. AND I FELT AS IF I
HAD NOT SLEPT ALL NIGHT.THAT DAY I WENT AND TOLD MY MOM ABOUT WHAT HAD HAPPENED TO ME THAT MORNING( MY MOM HAS HAD MANY GHOST EXPERIENCES
SHE WAS FOR THE LACK OF A BETTER WORD A GHOST MAGNET THIS WAS TOLD TO HER BY A STUDY AT A MAJOR UNIVERSITY) SHE TOLD ME THAT I WAS VISITED
BY A GHOST OR A DEMON. I CAN STILL SEE THAT FACE WHENEVER I THINK ABOUT WHAT HAPPEND TO ME JUST LIKE IT HAPPEND TO ME TODAY C
CAN YOU TELL ME WHAT IT WAS THAT SAW THAT NIGHT. I HVE NOT SEEN SINCE THAT MORNING.
I WILL TELL MORE GHOST STORYS LATER I HOPE TO HAVE VIDEO AND PICS THIS SUMMER
Ghosts and Dreams
I've stayed up many nights reading your site and I've
read every single story on it. Your site is great!
I thought I'd finally get around to submitting
something myself. I'm sure my experiences don't begin
to compare with most of the scary ones I've read on
here. When I was still living at home with my parents,
my grandmother died. This was in 1987. My older brother
and I had given her a pretty electric lamp that
resembled an oil lamp. It had a frosted globe that was
painted with blue flowers. Anyway, after my grandmother
passed away, the lamp was returned to me. I used it as a
bedside lamp on my nightstand. After I got the lamp, I
had some disturbing dreams about my deceased
grandmother. This wasn't immediately after she'd died.
In one of the dreams, I was standing in her front yard
near the front storm door and I looked at the door and
saw her reflection in it. It scared me so bad that I
woke up. I also had a recurring dream in which I was in
my bedroom and the house was deathly quiet even though I
could see my father sitting in the living room watching
television. In my dreams, that bedside lamp would go
off, leaving me in complete darkness and then all the
other lights in the house would go off and I would run
in the darkness trying to find my father. I know this
sounds so dumb and boring, but that dream scared the
crap out of me everytime I dreamed it. I had other
dreams about my grandmother appearing to me also but I'm
not about to bore you with more dreams. One day, I
accidently knocked the lamp off the nightstand while
dusting and the globe was shattered. I stopped using the
lamp and when I did, the dreams stopped. But, strange
things began to happen in the house. One time, I was
home alone and sitting on my parent's bed, looking
through some socks. I got a strange feeling and looked
up and when I did, I saw the light switch on the wall
flip down, causing the lights to go out. I jumped up
from the bed and ran out of the house. Another time when
I was home alone and in my bedroom reading, I heard one
of my mother's bells from her bell collection ring in
the living room. My mother told me recently that she
often feels someone tap her on the shoulder when she's
in the kitchen. About a year ago, I went over to visit
my parents and they weren't home. I went in the house
and decided I'd just wait on them because I figured
they'd just gone to the grocery store. I sat in my
father's recliner and leaned my head back and closed my
eyes because I had a slight headache. There was nobody
in the house but me. After sitting there for about 5
minutes, I heard the distinct sound of someone walking
on the carpet. The footsteps got closer and seemed to
increase in speed. I opened my eyes and of course I
didn't see anyone. I know it was footsteps on the carpet
that I heard because I've heard my family walking on
that carpet for years and it was that same swooshing,
One more thing about my grandmother: She had been
living with my uncle and aunt before she'd died. I saw
my uncle at a family reunion recently and we were
talking about Grandma. He shocked me by saying, "I hear
her every night." I asked him what he meant by that and
he said that every night, he hears her walk to the
bathroom, close the door, and then the comode flushes.
He said that he's even seen her going into his bathroom
at night. I loved my grandmother dearly, but I hope I
never see her. I don't think I could handle it. Just
seeing her in my dreams was scary enough!
My Ghost Stories
My story or stories as the case maybe are not all that extrodanary.
have seen and felt things that still give me the shivers. I lived in a
duplex near a park about 2 years ago. Late one night I went for a walk.
During this walk I went to an area of the park near an old stone bridge
that was concealed in a thick it of trees. In this area I had a
horrible feeling of fear. I could not figure this out because there was
nothing there but me and a bunch of trees. Then I felt a presents that I
truly felt was a woman. She was young and very scared. I also had the
feeling of being chased. I ran home very very fast. I ran in the house
and locked the door. Then after that I heard someone walking up and down
the stairs late at night. I moved about a year after that happend I had
to move. Not because of the sprit it was time to go.
I have many many more stories. I seem to be a magnet for strange
True story in Pa
My grandmother had died about four years ago. She was admitted to
hospitol feeling sick, and suddenly passed away unexpected later that
night. My dad,her son, never had a chance to say goodbye or any final
words,so we beleive that is why she came back to visit the next day.
After we all heard she had passed away,that night she gave my family the
She had always worn the perfume channel #5 and let me tell you,the whole
house had a very intense smell of that perfume. I still remember that
night and always will. I was in my room,watching tv when I started
smelling very strong perfume. I for one never wore channel and my mom
hardly ever wore any perfume. My dad was in tears and we all knew
grandma was present. Later on that night my parents didnt wake me up
when it happened ,knowig I'd be scared to death,my parents had one more
experiece. They told me later on of course.
This is how my dad described it.
He was in bed and woken by a very bright white ball of light. So bright
that it you could barely stare at it but it did not light up the room at
all. It hovered at the end of the bed and then moved slowly to the
corners of the room. He quick woke my mom up and she saw it also. A red
ball of light appeared then and hovered beside the white . My dad turned
on the light and they zipped away. My parents were scared about it and
truly shocked,but my dad explained it was a peaceful feeling while it
happened. He believes that was his mother again leaving in her angel
form. The reason I decided to print ths to you is because I was browsing
threw stories,and one had a similar experience with a ball of light
entering their room. Also had stated that they asked a priest about it ,
he replied that it represented an angel. I never heard that before, my
parents just assumed the lights were angels having to do with grandma.
It's a relief to hear my family and I aren't the only ones that had a
spiritual contact. Thats all that ever happened so far,thank god really.
I know there's life after death but I do not want to face it anytime
soon. We do live on, and it's been proven to some.
Your site is very unique,and put together great.
Maybe you should start writing a book with all these stories. :) This
was my experience,and yes it is honestly true. Thanks for your time,
When I was a kid about 10 I had a very weird thing happen to
parents had just left me at my house alone.My mother had to get
something that she left at work.And my dad was at my aunt's house
visiting for a week.It was a very very very stormy night.There was a
tornado warning on the weather channel.I got scared.Very scared.The
wind was blowing really hard and whistling at the same time.The lights
were flickering on and off.I was scared to death!Lighting suddenly
struck and the lights went off.They came back on though.The house
started shaking as if it were going to come off the ground.The phone
rang.It was my mom.She told me there was a huge twister coming straight
through town and she was down in the basement.Since we didnt have a
basement she told me to go in the middle of the house and the phone went
dead before she could say anything else.The power was still flickering
off and on.I went to the bathroom since it was in the middle of the
house when suddenly I heard someone pound on the front door.It was very
strange that someone would come in the middle of this weather.The lights
went out again.It was pitch black.Although the pounding kept on.Then I
heard pounding on the front window of the house.I was getting angry and
very scared.I thought why couldnt I just have gone with my mom.The
person at the door couldnt have been my mom because she had a key.In the
dark it was pretty hard to know where everything was.I felt around
untill I heard a window break in the front of my house.Somebody had
broken in!I heard foot steps running down the hard wood floor in the
dinning room.I ran outside holding onto everthing I could so I would
not go flying away anywhere.I finally got to the next door house where
my neibor lived.I felt around walking throught the house when I stepped
on something.I stepped away quikly wondering what it could be.I trip and
fell because of the slippery floor.I landed on a coat.I felt for a
pocket on it.She was a heavy smoker and always carried a lighter.I found
one in one of the pockets.I lite it up and found the lady lying on the
floor and the floor was half cluttered with blood.She had a big fat cut
on her head wich there was glass on the floor too that was with the
blood.She had hit her head on the window.I ran out of that house so fast
you wouldnt even of thought i was there!I ran to her shed and since it
was unlocked thank god I went in.I stayed there till the storm ran
over.The ambulance was at my neibors house when i woke up.The police
were at my house.I went over to my house. When my mom saw me she was so
happy to see me she squeezed me really hard!The only problem I thought
of was who was that at the door banging?I asked the police.They said
that no one had broken in at all.I looked at the window it wasnt
broken.After that one of the people in my neiborhood said they saw
something weird in front of my house.They said it was this big glowing
figure of a man.And they said he was moving back and forth.Well I will
never forget that happened, it scared me!
House on the 9 th Hole
in january of 1998 i moved to nc with my aunt and my 2
cousins. after two weeks there my cousins kept telling me stories of a
house right by the 9th hole green ind sedgefield nc 10 minutes from
where i was living. they told me stories of candles flickering comming
towards them with no one holding it and strange noises comming from
there at night. one night i decided to go take a look at the house to
see if it was just something made up to scare me or if it was real. me
and my 2 cousins along with a friend of ours got to the house at about
11:30 pm parked the car and went up to the house. we walked around it
for about 5 minutes just looking to see if there was anything strange
going on but nothing was happening. finally we entered the house just me
and one of my cousins the other was to scared and so was are friend.
when me and my cousin went into the house the first thing we noticed was
tha there were etched tombstones with peoples names on them standing
upright in front of the fireplace. as we walked into what appeared to be
the dining room i started to get extremly cold and uncomfortable. as we
started walking further into the house we seen a basement door and then
stared to hear dogs barking comming from the basement. hearing the dogs
barking freaked us out because the house was abondand. then we seen a
sheet covering the enterance to the hallway. as soon as we got to the
sheet we started to hear loud thumping noises getting louder and louder.
after that we got to scared and ran out the house as fast as we could.
we never returned to the house ever again.