Red Rose


Hi I'm Lindsay Llarena,
    I'm 10yrs old and I just moved to Indio CA. Just last week is when
this spooky ghost appeared to me.
Let me give you a discription of my house.
My house looks just like one of those little cute cottages. In the
garden; everything's dead except this beautiful red rose. There are 3
bedrooms in the house, as you go into the living room there is an arch
that leads you in.Well anyways here's the story...
    Just as I was coming home from grade school I saw three little boys
saying that they just saw a beautiful woman at ****** carmel circle (mind
you this is my house that the three boys where talking about). So I ran
to my house thinking my mom was home. As I got to the walkway that leads
to the door I saw a woman tendering the "Red Rose." She looked right up
at me and smiled, then she vanished into thin air. I was very spooked
after that. The next 2 weeks I kept on feeling this evilness while
passing the arch that leads into the living room. No one else felt this
except me and my dog. When ever my dog passed the arch he'd always groul
at it. After that I asked the neighboors if a woman had lived there and
died underneth the arch. They only said "no sorry, I just moved here"
    Then I asked this lady that was called the "witch" in our
neighborhood. She said there was a happy couple that built that house
and after they moved in they got in a huge fight.(so I guess they
weren't a happy couple after all) The lady that lived in the house had
came over to the witches house and told her what had happened to her.
The night after that, the man had killed the beautiful woman UNDER the
arch. Well I keep feeling the same evilness under the arch. If you have
any questions about what happened next E-mail me at

Fright House


I'm not too sure exactly what happened to me, but I have grown up in a house
that was a rather frightening place for any child to grow up in.  For
starters, this is not a historic house, it was built in the 1970s and is
modern in almost every way (thankfully, my mother finally replaced the shag
carpeting).  Anyway, at night, when I was a little girl, a woman would come
into my room every night dressed in what I can best describe a corset and a
skirt of some kind.  She would tuck me in and sing me to sleep, especially if
I woke up in the middle of the night.
When I was 16, though, I had an experience that made me wish I could have
left for college right then and there.  It was about 3 in the morning and no
one was awake.  My brother was away at college, my father worked third shift
and my mother was sleeping in the bedroom 2 doors down from mine.  I woke up
because I could not roll over, like I was paralyzed.  My eyes took a minute
to focus, but I am not joking when I tell you I saw a blonde haired man
hovering over me, holding my arms above my head (my brother and father both
have black hair).  He smiled at me and as I got enough energy to sit up, I
passed right through him as he disappeared.  Needless to say I slept with my
mother the rest of the night and DID NOT even try to explain what had
Another time, my mother was taking a shower at about 12 am, alone in the
house, when the bathroom door opened and closed, causing the shower curtain
to blow inward long enough for her to catch a glimpse of a shadowy cloud
disappear through the door.  She put her robe on and waited outside, on our
front porch for one of us to get home before she would return inside.
Oddly enough though, these beings, whatever they are, prefer the women and
don't bother the men that much.  My father never saw them while he was alive.
 My brother, an ordained minister, could hear them and was convinced they
were evil since they were not with God, but even his attempt to banish them
was not enough to last for any length of time.  It stopped the sounds until I
moved out, but when I left permanently, they got very upset and began things
anew.  When I go home now, I can hear a piano playing (my piano is now at my
home) and I can hear people laughing, but when I leave, my mother always
tells me that there has been something happen to let her know that they did
not like me leaving.  The last time, the shadow paced between my old bedroom
and the bathroom for weeks before giving it a rest.  I do not know if they
are linked to me in some way, but I am definitely someone they like to see.
I reside in Maryland, some 600 or so miles from where I grew up, so I do not
think it could be a poltergeist thing usually associated to growing girls,
and they tend to get worse not better when I am not around


  I grew up in a very rural area in West Virginia in a large two story house
built by my grandfather.  The house sat in a narrow valley with cemeteries
located upon both opposite hillsides.  One of these cemetaries holds my
sister who died at the age of three, and having been born about four years
after her death, I never knew her.  Another sister, also older than I, had a
room across from mine and my brothers (we three shared the same room, which
was larger than hers), both on the second floor of the house.  One night when
I was about six years old I awoke in the dead of night to hear my sister
sobbing in her room, the sound muffled by her closed door.  I lay for a long
time listening to her, wondering if I should check on her and ask if she was
all right (or wake one of my brothers to do it).  Instead I simply lay there,
somewhat paralyzed by the sound of the sobs as they ebbed and swelled.  I
remember that at some point I realized goosebumps were chilling my arms, and
pulled up my covers around my neck to warm them.  I also remember that the
sobs had at some point taken on a sound that I found hard to correlate with
my older sister.  They sounded too young for her.  At some point I fell back
into slumber and woke to the smell of eggs, bacon, and coffee being prepared
by my mother in the kitchen below.  I dressed and went downstairs.  Seeing my
mother I quite casually asked, "Mom, what was sis crying about last night?"
She turned to me with a stunned look on her face, halting her work to blurt
out "What?"  "I heard her crying really late last night, just thought you
might know why, that's all."  Her face had gone white as she stood motionless
looking at me.  "There's no way you could've heard your sister last night"
she said, "she stayed with her friend Tina out in Spring Valley."  I could
have swallowed my tonque, Spring Valley was over thirty miles away.  The
goosebumps of the night before returned to my arms at that moment.  A moment
that I both cherish for the realization of my possible contact with my
deceased sister, and fear, for the very same reason.

 The Green Mans Ghost


ok one nite my friendwas telling me about this tunnel out in west mifflin
pennsylvania. he saidit was haunted by a green ghost. the story behind the
ghost was that the man was walking home from work during a storm and stopped
in the tunnel to get out of the rain and in there was a loose electic wire
and he was electircuted and now he haunts the tunnel. he told me of all this
sutuff that happens in the tunnel while ur in their so i decided to check it
out myself. well me and my freinds went up in a car and parked in the
tunnel. my freind said u had to turn the car off and sit in the tunnel completely
silent wit ur windows down so u can listen. well we did just that. we sat
there for about 5 minutes and nothing happened so we figured it was fake.
well then we decided to smoke a cigarette while waiting and if nothing
happened by the time we were done smoking we would leave. so we light up a
cigarette and within a minute we noticed a light shining into the tunnel and
coming closer towards us. we got nervous that it was a car coming so we
started our car up well no car came we looked at the end of thew tunnel to
see what t could be but all that surrounded us was woods. so we went back
into the tunnel and turned the car off within minutes, the light came again
this time we decided to wait it out and see what would happen. well the
light came up the tunnel we all got scared and started screaming then the light
stopped. we sat there again and we heard voices. but we could tell what they
were saying. we heard a baby crying  and then children laughing. it was
really freaky. . we decided to leav. well as we were leaving my one freind
said no lets go back. well they decided the only way theyd go back was if
theyd walk through the tunnel. so they did. i waited in the car parked
outside of the tunnel cuz i was scared. now what happened nextwas probably
the scariest thing ive ever heard. im starting to get goosebumps and tears
just thinkign about it. i watched them walk throught the tunnel and they
made it all the way through. when they got to the other side they started
screaming and yelling "yea what now green man?" like a bunch of idiots and
started to walk throught the tunnel ten i heard a loud humming noise from
the tunnel and they ran as fast as they could out of there and we left.
i also have one more   experience to share. ill make it short. we told other
people bout it and they wanted to go too so we took two cars up. well it
sucked cuz nothing happened and they were being all loud cuz they didnt
believe it. well they drove out of the tunnel and parked outside of it.
after sittin gthere for a while we began to see the light. but the other car
started there car back up and it stopped well as they went to pull away,
their car got stuck in mud and they couldnt pull out their tires ept
spinning well as soon as the tires started going, we seen the light, we heard the
voices and thenthe loud humming all with in a matter of minutes. i guess we
upset the ghost. it was really freaky
id appreciate it if u would respond to my story and tell me what u think, or
if u have ever heard of the ghost of green mans tunnel   thanks for reading

The Appariton


First, let me preface my story with the fact that I am now 50 years
old.  Although I have experienced  several encounters with, what I
believe to be, someone or something from the other side, the following
is the most vivid.  Over the years I have tried, desperately, to
logically explain what happened to me, but have come to accept the fact
that there are things that happen to us which we will never truly
When I was a young girl, 13 or 14 years old, I would help my father
repair old houses he had purchased and would then rent them out for
extra money.  He must have bought 15 very old houses in need of repair,
over a 10 year period.
I married when I was 18 and my parents gave my husband and I the option
of  renting one of the old houses for a very minimal amount.  Of course,
we jumped at the opportunity to have our very own home, knowing we could
decorate and do what we wanted to with it.
The house we moved into was about 75 years old with three big bedrooms
and a large living and dining area.  It still needed some repairs, so we
spent much of our free time painting and making the place presentable.
In a years time, most of the work was done and we were quite proud of
our new home.
My husband was in sales and would leave for work around 5:00 a.m. in
order to miss the heavy morning traffic on his way to the office.  I
would usually sleep in for another hour or so because I didn't have to
be at work until 9:00 a.m.  One morning, after he left, I started to
doze back into a slumber when I began to get a very uneasy feeling.  Our
bedroom had a door that lead into a long hallway, but our bed was
positioned so that I could only see the doorway and not into the hall.
I had my back to the doorway, but felt someone was watching me.  I was
almost afraid to turn around and, also, afraid not to!  I did, finally,
look over my shoulder toward the doorway and saw, what looked like a man
in a suit, just standing there.  It was still rather dark in the room,
so I opened my eyes wider and sat up in the bed, thinking I must be
dreaming!  The moment I sat up, this "man" turned and drifted down the
hallway.  I say drifted because, although he turned and went towards the
hall, his feet weren't moving.  It was like he was floating away.  I, immediately,
jumped out of bed and looked down the hall, but saw nothing.  I thought
it had to be my imagination and I, surely, must have been dreaming and
just awoke at a bad time.  I couldn't explain it and I didn't believe in
silly things like ghosts!
 About a week later, after my husband left for work, I began to get this
same eerie feeling.   I know I was not dreaming or asleep because I
looked at my clock on the headboard and it read 5:49 a.m.  I slowly
turned around, and there was this man again!  I tried to sit up and
tried to scream, but nothing would come out of my mouth.  I felt frozen
and unable to move.  The moment I was finally able to move, I sat up.
He turned, slowly, and, again, floated down the hallway.  I really
thought I was losing it.  I called my husband, at work, and attempted to
tell him what had happened.  Of course, he thought I was just dreaming
and told me to quit thinking about it.  Yeah, right!!

This man appeared to me almost every morning over the next year and a
half.  As long as I didn't sit up in the bed, he would just stand in the
doorway looking at me.  No expression, no movement.  Just stand there
for several minutes.  I memorized every detail about him.  He wore a
dark brown suit, a white shirt and a tie that had diagonal strips of
blue and brown.  He was mostly bald, but his hair color was brown.  His
expression never changed.  His hands hung down straight on his sides and
I could never quite see his feet.
I would have to sit up to see his feet and that is when he would
disappear.  My fear finally left after several months and I simply
expected to see him when I awoke each morning.  My husband never saw him
and he thought I had a very vivid imagination.  I didn't mention this to
 my husband anymore because he started suggesting I see a specialist!
My parents lived two houses from us and they would visit us often.  I
mentioned this apparition to my dad a couple of times, but he too,
thought I must be dreaming.  He had bought this house from an old woman
that had lived there for many years and now lived in a nursing home.
One weekend, he said this woman called him and wanted to see what we had
done to the house.  She knew we were remodeling it and wanted to see the
The following Sunday, my father went to pick the previous owner, Ms.
Brady, up from the nursing home to visit with us.  I had baked some
cookies and had coffee and tea ready when she got there.
She was a very sweet old lady and loved what we had done with the
house.  We sat and listened to her tell us how things were back when she
was young and how she had lived in the house over 50 years.  She began
to pull out some old pictures of how the house looked in its younger
years and there in her wallet was a picture that made me lose my
breath!  The picture was of her husband and daughter some 40 years
earlier.  When she saw the shocked look on my face, she turned to me and
said, "have you seen Joe before"?  I searched her eyes trying to figure
out what she meant.  Before I could answer, she said, "you know, Joe
used to visit me every morning after he died".  My eyes began to tear up
because I knew for certain I wasn't crazy and what I saw was real!  I
told her I had seen him many times in the doorway staring at me.  She
said, "oh, he's probably ondering why you're in the bed and not me".
When I described to her what he was wearing, she said those were the
clothes he was buried in.  She then told me, how he died.
He was walking home from work and a streetcar passed him going very
fast.  A rock popped up from the street and hit him in the temple.  He
made it home, but told her he was going to lie down before supper
because he had a headache.  He never awoke, dying in his sleep.  She
said her daughter also died in the house and asked if I had ever seen
her.  I told her I had not.  She said that she always set the dinner
table for three after their deaths and saw both of them often.  Kind of
weird, but I certainly had no reason to doubt her.
I never saw "Joe" after that day.  He never again appeared to me
anywhere else in the house.  Mrs. Brady died about a year after our
visit.  I hope they are together and happy.
To this day, I will never doubt anyone's word about seeing a ghost.  I
know how real Joe was to me.


Sleep Paralysis


I haven’t heard too many stories quite like mine and would welcome any
explanation anyone might have for these ‘episodes’ I’ve experienced.
>From time to time during my late teens and into my twenties, I would
have a fairly regular episode where I was not exactly asleep OR awake,
but in a strange heightened state where I felt scared and sometimes
The first one I recollect is when I was sleeping over at my older
sister’s new apartment, which was a fairly old building, by Vancouver
standards, maybe 50 years old. I awoke (on the sofa) during the night,
feeling suffocated, as I had somehow managed to become severely
entangled in the sheet. It was wound tightly over my face in such a way
that I couldn’t breathe. I have never felt comfortable with pulling the
covers over my head so I’m not sure why I would’ve done this in my sleep
(especially since my sister had the heat turned up and it was
uncomfortably hot for me), but it’s certainly possible.
I couldn’t move at all, I was paralyzed and panic set in, my senses were
heightened and I had no doubt that I was very, very awake. I could ‘see’
and feel the sheet over my face and it took every ounce of energy I had
to move, even slightly. Once I was able to move an arm, the spell seemed
to have broken, and then I actually, really ‘woke up’, and grabbed the
sheet away from my face and gasped for air -- I then opened my eyes
physically. I was terribly shaken by the experience.
It happened again when I moved into a similarly old apartment building;
I lived in the basement suite - newly remodeled, I don’t think it had
ever formerly been a living space that was adjacent to a boileroom. I
fell asleep one night on my stomach with my head resting on the edge of
my beanbag chair (remember those?) and a comforter covering me up to my
shoulders. I ‘awoke’ for some reason, and looked up at the windows,
which, in reality, were covered by curtains. In my ‘vision’ there were
no curtains and I became scared because I felt something was out there
and I would see it peering in soon. I saw and felt the comforter sliding
off of me as I started to sit up. I suddenly REALLY opened my eyes but I
was still lying down, and the curtains were closed over the windows.
That time may have been just a dream?
The worst time this happened to me, was still in that same apartment. I
was lying in my bed, my back facing the wall to the boileroom, and I
‘awoke’, feeling paralyzed again, and felt a pressure, like arms from
behind me, encircling my waist, pulling me through the wall. I
(psychically?) SAW my arms that were stretched out in front of me, being
dragged across the sheets as I was being pulled. Again, it took every
ounce of my being to move just a muscle to stop this from happening.
Once I broke free of this feeling, again, I physically opened my eyes
and I was still lying in the same position.
Since that time, I had a few other episodes like that but none quite as
memorable or as scary. I used to hate going to sleep for fear it would
happen, and sometimes a feeling of falling right through the bottom of
the bed and floor and floating, as if I was separating in two when I was
falling asleep would precipitate these experiences. This hasn’t happened
much and not nearly to the extent that it once did, but recently when I
took a nap during the afternoon (I now live in San Francisco and this is
at least 15 years later!) I had the paralyzed feeling again, and thought
I heard someone with a key coming into my apartment, and going into the
kitchen; I thought it might be a friend of mine coming to borrow
something. I heard/felt a presence then, in my room and when I pulled
myself out of this paralysis, which was actually pretty foggy this time,
I realized no one was, or had been there. I hadn’t thought of those past
experirnces in quite some time.
So, what is this that happens? Perhaps just fears manifesting themselves
in a physical way, or psychic experiences? Does anyone know? I would
appreciate any comments.

Our House on Linden Street


I live in Northern New Jersey.  My family are real sensitive to ghosts and
such on my mother's side.  This is one of our stories.  We used to live in
this house on Linden Street.  The scariest story happened to the
non-believer in my family which was my father.  He was laying down in their
bedroom when he felt the heaviness of a woman laying on top of him naked.
He felt her hair and was trying to withstand the weight of her on top him
(he couldn't move).  She told him she was going to take one of his daughters
away from him, the youngest one.  My dad asked why and she said that she (my
little sister) was just the first one and then she disappeared.
Of course my father told my mother whom is a believer since it runs in her
family and she immediately became worried and watched my little sister very
carefully.  We are 4 sisters, at this time however there were only 3 of us
born so the youngest was my 3rd sister Brenda.  I'm not to sure how long
after her appearance this happened but my mom was working in the front lawn
garden and my baby sister was in her walker (she was too little to actually
walk yet).  My mom said she it took her all of 2 seconds to scoop some dirt
out for a seedling when my she heard my baby sister screaming.  She wasn't
in front of my mother anymore she had landed on the driveway (concrete)
still in her walker head first.
While my mother was screaming my name (I was playing near the corner) a
nurse walks up to my mother, (by this time I've arrived) and she asked my
mom what happened to the baby.  After my mom told her she checked my baby
sister and told my mom she should relax the baby was fine and she should
calm her down and let her take a nap.  There were no visible markings on my
sister, bruises or even blood.  My mom however, didn't listen to the nurse
and ran around the corner (we had a hospital right around the corner).  My
baby sister was so sleepy but my mother kept shaking her awake until she got
to the emergency room.  While my mom left for the hospital I turned around
to run inside the house and get my other sister and noticed that the nurse
was nowhere around.
After my mom got to the hospital they told her she was very lucky since my
sister had a fractured skull.  Also, you have to understand, my baby sister
couldn't walk so how did she fall over the edge of the garden into the
driveway about 10 feet away from my mother in a few seconds.
When my last sister was about 4 years old she told my mother amazing things.
She said she in the living room when Jesus walked in and he told her that my
mother was reincarnated several times.  She said she was not going to die
yet and that she would come back 1 more time.  She said other things that I
can't remember since I was so young but the one thing that stands out in my
mind is the accurate description of the man walking thru the front door.
Also, he asked my sister to go with him but thankfully she didn't and went
to my mother instead.
My sister and I used to be woken up at night by footsteps going up and down
the steps in the middle of the night.  My 2nd sister used to hear them and
would even have vivid dreams about people in the house.  My mom after the
incident with my baby sister the 4th who saw Jesus was tired of ghosts
threating her children and did a ritual that took all the spirits out of the
house.  She also had the house blessed by different priests in every
religion she could find.  After that we didn't have any other problems in
that house with ghosts.  It would be impossible at this point for me to tell
you of all the encounters my family has had with spirits but I can tell you
that they are real and we are living proof that sometimes they have motives
we will never understand.




This  is the story of my friends house let's call her Mandi.
I was taking Mandi home from a school dance that we had attended . we pulled into her driveway that faced her bedroom window. I felt eyes stareing at me from the window.  I looked up and there was a little girl stareing at me from the window. The
thing was that nobody was home when I droped her off. The little girl had blonde hair, and was really pale.  When I went to pull out of the driveway she vanished.
About a week later I was in Mandi's room practicing for singing that we had to do later that night at church when I heard a hissing sound. I heard the sound again when I went down stairs to use the restroom. Recently Mandi has told me that when she was in her room she has heard the hissing sound.
Thank you for reading my story


Is This What I Think it Is???


    hello, my name is michelle, and im 16. ive been living in my home for the
past 5 years. as far as i know there have been no deaths here. but i dont
know all the people who have lived here. I live in a New England farmhouse
that is over 200 years old, so there is a lot of history.
    i started noticing "odd things" about two years ago. my room was on the
second floor. the room next to mine was only used for storage because the
door wouldnt stay closed. when winter came i duct taped the door closed with
a few pieces of tape before i went to bed. in the morning the door was
opened. i thought it might have been a draft that opened the door, so i put
more tape on it. the next morning the door was open again. every night  i
would put more tape on the door, but in the morning it would be open. at one
point i had tape all down the side of the door maybe 10 to 15 pieces, but the
door was open in the morning. i told my mom about it but she just pinned it
on the wind, but with that much tape, and all the windows closed, there was
no way. later on i was awaken in the night. i dont know why, i was in a dead
sleep. (im used to that now.) i was laying there trying to get back to sleep
when i heard the sound of the tape being ripped off the door. it wasnt coming
off all at once either, it was one piece at a time. i decided it would be
best to go to sleep as fast as possible. in the morning the door was wide
open.    a lot more has happened over the years here. stuff has been moved.(mostly
mine) my pets have acted strange. my dog will start barking for no reason, or
start wagging her tail.
    on item that is fooled around with is my stereo. one day me and my friend
were sitting in my room when it just shut off. i didnt really notice it until
a few minutes later. i reached down to put the plug back in the wall
(figuring it had fallen out) when we heard three clicks, and it came back on.
that was last year.     i mostly get feelings now, like some one is watching. or ill feel like
some one is in my room with me. at night ill get an overwhelming sense of
fear when im trying to sleep, so ill put on the cross my mother gave me, and
it will go away. im thinking that ill have to do that tonight. i dont think
that who or whatever it is will hurt me, (it hasnt yet) but its like i feel
what it is feeling.
 i would really appreciate any advice on dealing with this, if it really is something. thank you in advance.

I Miss You Grandma!


hi, I have had a ghostly experience involving my great- grandmother. once when I was 6, I'm now 13, I was brushing my teeth after watching a movie with my mom and dad. I was in the bathroom, when all of a sudden, I saw my grandma behind
me ( she had been dead for  1 year). I turned around but there was no one there. I bent down to rinse my mouth out, when I heard a voice that said, " Sweetie, the lights." The voice faded in and out. Then, the lights went out. My father ran up the stairs with flashlights. I remember him running up because he is a police officer and he accidentally shined his police flashlight in my eyes. they took me downstairs and the lights suddenly came back on. then I heard my grandmother's voice again. This time it said, " Connor, be ready for the storm. " I sat there on my dad's lap puzzled. Then, I saw our
local weather man come on the T.V. and tell everyone in our county to seek shelter immediately. Just after he said that, our city tornado sirens went off. My Mom, Dad, and I got into the bathroom. We had a large tornado then go down a main
street in our city. I feel that my great-grandmother was reaching out from beyond the grave to protect us. I Miss You Grandma.

I Live With A Ghost

Hello my name is Nora and I have been living  with  a ghost for about
ten years.  We call her Mary.She seems  to be a young woman in her
thirties or early fourties, she wears a long dress like the kind from
the time around the civil war. She seems to be  waiting for someone to
come back,she is so lonely. Mary is mostly active during the cool
weather months,she likes to take small items like  bread ties,crochet
hooks,needle threaders,lighters and on the occasion keys. She also likes
to turn the television off and on.
In the beginning I didn't know about her I only new that things would go
missing and I never felt as though I was alone in the house  ( I lived
alone here for about a year) My sister and nephew came to stay  while I
went to Desert Storm, after I came  back , my sister told me about
similar incidents . It was after then that we decided to open our minds
to her,and introduce our selves  to her , and that is how we came to
learn  her name. Over these many years I have only seen what I think was
her  one time.Once in the middle of the night I was awakened for some
unknown reason  and I saw a cloud at the foot of my bed,I was not
frightened  or scared. Usually the way we know she is around  you get
this feeling, that someone is behind you or you  see something in the
corner of your eye and turn and  no one is there. We have lots of
stories about her and our lives with her. We have  come to feel as
though she is a part of  our family and home.

My Ghost Story


Hello.  my name is Sommer and I have a ghost story to tell.  I feel a little nervous talking about it.  Maybe because I am  afriad that what ever it was may find me agian.  It started in the spring of ' 98.  At the time I lived in Charlotte, North Carolina, I have since moved from the house.  I never saw a "ghost" but I had plenty of other things occur over the four month span before I left the house.  One of the first things that happened was a picture in my sister's room disappeared and then reappeared back on the wall after about a month.  She asked me if I knew where it went to and I was sorry to say I  didnt.  I never really thought about it at the time, well until it reappeared.  Some time would pass and nothing happened.
  Then it started getting serious.  The happenings were centered in the upstairs part of the house nothing ever happend on the bottom floor.  This was hard for me because only my sister and I  had our bedrooms on the top floor.  Soon objects began disappearing or being destroyed all together.  A  T.V. even disappeared.  I would come home to find things out of order and or broken.  I started to tell my folks but because things never happened downstairs they didnt belive me.  Only my sister did because the things were happening to her belongings too.  Then I became fearfull of what was happening.  I would hear footsteps of some one coming up the stairs and low voices.  I know the house well and what it sounded like when someone is coming upstairs.  One night my covers were pulled off the bed very slowly as I layed there and watched.  Even my dog know something was happening to the covers he shot straight out from under the covers and got behind me.  That was the most scary
 of the incedents.  Other times I would hear someone whisper my name.  And my sister said she saw a blue light in the attic window.  A part of the attic only accesiable by a small hole in the ceiling of the second floor.  Soon after that we moved from the house and the state.  Thank goodness.  I had lost many a nights sleep from the experience.  They only thing I can think of as to why the stuff started was that a few years before I had played on the Ouija board numerous times with a friend and always upstairs.  We had to throw the board away because on mean spirit would always come back and tell us cruel things.  But the strange thing is why did it take three years for the spirit to make itself known?  I can only hope that the people who bought the house are not having any trouble.  They had two young girls who would be taking the upstairs bedrooms.

My Experiences ....SO Far!


I am a 23 year old that up until recently questioned all my experiences. When I was younger (9-15) I constantly had night visitors. My bedroom sat at the top of a 13 step staircase, a number I know well, considering the times I counted the heavy footsteps that walked them every night. From the time I moved into that room I felt uneasy, not scared since I was in some ways curious. Each night I laid in bed I would get the sensation of excitement and then I noticed that there were slow thudding style creaks coming from the stairs outside my bedroom door. At first I would call to my parents only to have them respond from the first floor. I would shrug it off and fall to sleep. After awhile I would listen more intently and eventually began counting the footsteps. Thirteen and two on floor outside my door. It seemed as though it was slowly working it's way towards me night by night. For the first years it would stop at my room's entrance and  I'd be able to sleep knowing it wasn't coming any closer. That all changed. One night I listened as usual but, instead of stopping my visitor decided to join me in my room. There was always a thickness to the air and distinct deep breaths. I would even stop breathing myself to make sure it wasn't an echo of my own frightened gasps. I would freeze until I gathered the courage to turn on the light. It would end long enough for me to get comfortable then start it's trek up the stairs again. I eventually began sleeping with the light on. As soon as I was brave enough to try the dark again it got worse. Not only would the breathing and heaviness be in the air, but I would hear scurrying on the floor beneath and around my bed. It made me feel as though there may have been a hundred mice running in circles around me. I would refuse to even get out of bed for the bathroom. Nothing ever ended I just grew up and passed it off as a good imagination. I seemed to be free from it until a few months ago. I've since moved into a 112yr. old home that once served as a funeral home. In fact it was the
first in our county. Late one night I was laying in bed staring at the wall preparing for sleep. I noticed a fuzzy spot in my vision and attempted to shake it off. The blurring seemed to float and slowly move toward a chair that sat in the
corner of my room. I watched unable to move or even close my eyes. I saw everything. I followed this transparent ball of energy ( I guess) until it turned into an outline of a head and shoulders and sat itself on my footstool. It glowed an odd blue color, not one you could easily name. I was terrified and not at the same time. I never felt threatened,but extremely suprised. I ran to the living room and tried to put it all together. I could still feel the energy streaming from the hallway as I watched to see if it would follow me. It didn't and I've yet to see it again. In some ways I want to, if only I could I could stand my ground and not flee as if my bed was on fire. Thanks for letting me share this with you. I almost feel more prepared for the next time someone decides to come and visit. If you'd like to contact me please do so

I Like Cemeteries


Hi, first i want to say it's a very nice and helfull site! i'm very
lucky i can pass by this site.i'm 24 now. the first time i experience
things about ghost is when i wass small i can't remember how old i am
must be about 8 years old. my dad he was a chinese doctor, and he also
can help about all this strange things, i donno how to explain, anyway
one day one of his patient is a lady she's been possesed by evil spirit.
she was screaming and swearing. and that time i was playing outside so i
 can see her. i was so scared. and my mum take me inside and hug me. i
saw my dad hold her head and then like catch something and put it inside
 a bottle. then he ask the husband to throw the bottle then, the lady
concious and back to normal. my dad told me it was a bad spirit. i'm so
scared. but it was kind of interesting for me.
then i started to feel things i sometimes feel something watching me.
and i don't really feel scared that time. i always interested in those
paranormal psychic things and i like to learn things, simple simple like
guessing games. i love to go to cemetery and stay there for hours sense things around
and feel things. i feel happy. am i strange?
last time i went to visit my grandpa grave. i can sense theres' an old
lady i can feel she's very sad. and then i suddenly saw her grave, it's
very dirty and abandoned. so i ask my dad to ask the worker clean it up
then i put some flowers for her. and then i can feel she's smiling at me
like thanking me. i feel so happy.
sometimes i can also sense my dog, Lady she's a white pomeranian. i can
feel she sleeping in the living room or just run pass through my legs
when i watch tv. it doesn't scare me at all.
and when my dog passed away last year, i was still in australia study.
the night when she passed away i saw her in my bedroom. it's not like so
clear, but i can sense her.
then the next morning my dad called me and he told me Jessie died .
sometimes if i went to houses or some places i can practise and sense
things. once i went to an old opera house in perth, and when i went throught the
hall way with my friend i suddenly feel terribly scared and  i feel like
in other dimensions, i can hear voices and it's like a party there and
alot of people talking, they wearing those old style of clothing. and i
feel cold and i run outside. i dare not to go in. my friend think i'm
crazy. this is the first time i can hear sounds and feel cold, even see
them and got really scarred. what is this? can u help me to explain what i
experience, or i just think too much?
but i think i'm happy in the way that i can only sense and can't see
 them at all. anyway. thank you very much for your time.

Mr. Cox


When I was ten, my family lived in East York Ontario. We moved there from
Jamaica. We owned an electronics shop which had a very large basement and
a second level over the shop which was where our home was. I remember my
parents always talking about the great deal they got on the property. At
the time I was too young to understand what that meant. I have an older
brother and sister. My older brother and sister use to always try and scare me by
saying that the basement of the shop was haunted by an evil ghost. Our
basement was pretty scary for some reason. It was very dark and had no
windows that let in natural light from outside. It was a large basement
which had two stairways. One was located at the back of the shop and the
other was at the front. The end  which was at the front had a wall which
had three glass windows.  Behind the wall were two rooms. One was the furnace
room and the other was just an empty storage room. We never went inside
any of theses rooms alone if we ever did it was together and only for a quick
look. we used to dare each other to go into the rooms alone but none of us
ever did. We also use to stand at one end of the shop on the main level
and dare each other to run down the stairs into the basement and come back up
from the other set of stairs. my brother would sometimes try but he would
usually end up coming back up the same set of stairs he went down. I had
fear when I was younger but I never believed in ghosts. one night I was
playing in my bedroom. the family dog named king was sleeping on the floor
beside me. Suddenly king awoke barking. he got up and systematically
barked from one end of the bedroom to the door as if he was barking at someone
visible to him but not to me. I thought that maybe he was dreaming. I
opened the bedroom door to see if maybe anyone was out there but there wasn't. I
followed king to see where he would lead. he walked down the hall to the
stairway leading to the shop and slowly walked down, I followed. he then
walked to the stairway at the front end of the shop leading to the
basement and stopped. he just stayed there barking but he would not go down. I
looked but could not see anything. I could tell king wanted to go down but I
could also tell that he was afraid. this made me afraid. king was a huge
Siberian husky that was not afraid of anything. that same night I told my brother
and sister what had happened but they just laughed like it was all a joke. a
few weeks went by and nothing else happened. now I started to wonder if what
my brother and sister said was true. was the basement haunted? one evening I
decide that I would find out. I walked to the stairway at the backend of
the shop and slowly walked down. I remember my heart racing. I was scared but
I had to know. when I got to the basement I remember it being very cold. I
began to walk toward the other end. when I reached about half way I saw
two white figures. the figures looked like they were made of smoke. this
scared the hades out of me and I turned around and ran back toward the stairs I
had come down. to my fright there was a tall dark figure of a man wearing a
hat standing in front of the stairs. the figure had no visible facial
features. I started to cry, I tried to scream but I couldn't. I turned around and
ran the other way. the two white figures were still at the other end but for
some reason I kept running the dark figure was far more terrifying to me.
as I got closer to the white figures I was able to make out features. they
were both human. one was a woman and the other was a young boy. the glass in
the wall where they were standing started shaking. the woman and young boy had
a look of fear on there faces. they held each other. I ran up the stairs at
the front end of the shop and then up the stairs leading to the bedrooms
and bolted strait into my parents room. I was hysterical. my parents asked
what was wrong. when I told them they told me that it was just my imagination
playing tricks on me because of what my older brother and sister kept
telling me about the basement being haunted. ever since that day I never
went anywhere near the basement. my parents sold the house about two years
later. during that time I saw nothing else and never really thought much
about what happened. as the years went on I tried to put it out of my
mind. I even began to question whether or not it really happened until a few
years ago. my family got together for the Christmas holidays. we were all at the
dinner table reminiscing about growing up. we were joking around about the
tricks we used to play on each other and the old house with the shop we
used to live in. I remembered that my parents got a great deal on the house
when they bought it. I asked my mother how much they paid for that house. they
paid forty five thousand. I asked why the got it for that price. she told
me that before we moved there the previous owner died in the house. I asked
how and my mother said she didn't know. but the way she answered seemed like
she was hiding something. I didn't press the issue at the time. but it started
bringing back memories of what happened and I just had to find out how the
owner died. I looked up the history of the house at the East York public
library. there I found an old article about a tragic murder suicide. the
article went on to say that the owner of the house Mr. Cox brought his
wife and young son into the basement of the house and murdered them with an
axe. he placed their bodies in a room located next to the furnace where he also
hung himself wearing a black hat.

Won't Forget


This story is about to tell is one i'll never forget i was20 years old and
was visiting a new girlfriend this was about 2:00 in the afternoon. this was
my first time I even seen her house it didnt look like much but i walked into
the house and we were the only one home at the time and as a native american
i sensed something was wrong in the house i looked around and finally
somthing told me to look in the basement and so i did i then was cought
staring by her and she asked what was wrong i soon had asked if there was a
ghost in the house and then she told me yes there was as my eyes watered and
this is where it all started remember this is at 2:00 in the afternoon.
As i was groing up i never believed in this sort of thing before i'm the type
of person that i have to experience it to believe it and i soon did. about 2
weeks later i finaly gave in to spend the the night with her while her
parents were out of town we watched movies tell about 12 pm then went to bed
she fell fast asleep where as i did not i couldnt sleep with the thought of
something being in the house with us so i stayed up for a while i seen the tv
go on, the radio in the kitchen go on and switch stations i woke her up and
she said just go to sleep she lived in the house for several # of years and
was used to what was going on in the house later at night came foot steps
knocking on the walls then to myself in my mind i THOUGHT TO MYSELF not
outloud where he was in the house i would kind of dream i was floating around
in the house looking for this ghost what i thought was a ghost and pissed him
off pretty good as he went to the outside door and slammed it the walls just
shook and mygirlfriend did not wake up at all 10min go by i did it again its
like he knows what im thinking he slams the door again this was enough force
to bring down the house was scared off my ass didnt think of anything for a
while 10 min go buy again everything silent did it 1 MORE TIME he really got
pissed i heard him in the basement run up the stairs and slam the cubbard
door as if it were open the radio turned off microwave beeped i was in a
panic to wake up my girlfriend was close to slapping her before he entered
the room i heard him stop right in front of me it PUNCHED the pillow i was
resting my head on my head bounced up twice then it stoped as if it were
waiting to see what i was going to do so it turned away and walked out it
looked like a shadow standing up with a greenish glow around the face it
stoped turned around and looked at me again then walked in the other room
then vanished. So my question is was this a bad ghost or a polterguist do you
think i need some help as i can never forget it there was more but i wish to
talk next time

Visit When I tell


I worry to tell my story as every time I do I am visited. Not only by full
body goosebumps, but my little girl ghost as well. I would like to think I
am starting to know her. My youngest as well has seen her. She enjoys music
& reading books to my youngest step daughter. She started out by turning our
stereo on in the living room. Then she drop a shelf with my wedding glasses,
a glass plate, a music box & other preciouse items. She did not come a round
for a while after that. I have seen her, my youngest has seen her, my
husband & oldest daughter say they feel her. I think she is the wife of the
man that owned our property. The house was not buit until after she died. I
started to look into it, her death certificate was in our paperwork for the
house & her husbands was not. When I went to the cemetary to see some dates,
I found that her plot was not where it is supposed to be & her husband died
before her. That night I started to see a black shadow around the house.
Once agian I am covered with goosebumps!!! After a few days of telling my
husband of my find, I said I was going to drop it, I felt that the black
shadow was trying to keep me from finding the truth. I am not sure what to
do from this point. I have heard her singing when I go to sleep, I see her
when I open my eyes at night, standing next to me in bed. My children have
come to our room & stood next to our bed looking down on us, to realize the
next day, they have no recolextion of any of it. I am scared that she is
being held some how, yet that she looks over all of us. My husband feels &
felt long before this started that I am a witch & never realized it. I dream
of a black room with a red pentagrm on the floor with red velvet ropes
around it. I went to salem when I was 2. My mother said I was in such a room
at that time. I was in a car accident when I was 15 & lost 99% of my
memories before that time. I am not sure what to do now, or if this is
really happening or just emagnination.

House in Ontario


I am 40 years old and have many stories to relate of personal experiences with the supernatural since I was 12.  Almost all have occurred in Canada; one in Montana.  The first concerns a house in just outside the tiny village of Ida, Ontario.  In 1972 my family was on vacation and spent a couple of nights with my father's foster parents in their (then) 150 year old brick farmhouse.  The room I slept in was an upstairs study in the huge two-storey house and I remember being awakened by the sound of footsteps walking through the room, causing the fine china and crystal in the room to rattle.  I distinctly remember opening my eyes to see a pair of black shoes or boots and lower pants pass by, with nothing at all visible above them.  I was not afraid that night; only annoyed because it had been a very long journey that day and I was very tired.  After I awoke in the morning and thought about it over breakfast, I went upstairs again to check the place out.  Whatever was haunting the place was waiting for me in the upstairs hallway and though I coudn't actually see it, I could definitely feel it's presence between me and the library.  I stood there for a while trying to decide what to do; I knew for sure I wasn't going forward but I did not want to back down, either.  The room I had spent the night in had two doors, one of which was adjacent to me and the other down the hall past the presence.  I decided I would just go around it through the room and get to the library that way.  As I passed through the room there was the usual noise of china rattling from the many beautiful items on display that were disturbed by my footsteps.  When I re-entered the hall I looked back to where the presence was and could not feel it there anymore.  I found out why moments later as the sound of footsteps retraced my path through the room I had just exited and were coming my way.  At this point I abandoned my exploration of the upstairs and bolted down the now empty hallway to the stairs.
I got little sleep that night as the presence decided it would be amusing to walk back and forth past me all night,
occassionally stopping to stare (glare?) at me.  Just before we left the next day I asked the owner about the presence upstairs, and he said that in the fifty-odd years he had lived there, the presence had always been around.  Him and his wife just ignored it as it never did anything dangerous.  He figured it was likely the ghost of the previous owner who had died ears earlier, shortly before their purchase.  There was no mention of the house being haunted before then.  I've never been back since, and the owners passed away several years ago.  I do not know the current status of the house.

My Wifes Fathers Goodbye


In about March of 1996 my future wife was reading in bed in her house
around eleven o'clock at night.  The kids had gone to bed and she was
not sleepy as she knew her father in Montreal, some 3 thousand miles
away, was dying of cancer and she could get a call at any time to return
east for the end.  She suddenly looked up and saw her father pointing at
her from across the room, and disappearing quickly thereafter.  Minutes
later she received a phone call from her family telling her that her
father had just passed away.  She was told that the last thing he said
(to someone) as he slipped away was "that's my daughter over there..."

A Brief Encounter in Las Vegas


My experience took place in July of 1999 at the New York New York Hotel &
Casino in Las Vegas. I'd heard stories of other casinos and hotels in Las
Vegas being haunted but never anything about the NYNY so I was a bit

My husband and I were celebrating our anniversary by spending a night away
from the kids and by seeing the "Lord of the Dance" show at the NYNY. We
were lucky enough to also have gotten a room there for the night. We had a
great night and went to bed around 1:30 am. At 3 am I woke up to have a
cigarette and as I sat up I saw a tall dark figure standing about a foot
away from the end of the bed. I blinked a few times to make sure I wasn't
imagining it, I even rubbed my eyes but it was still there. I could feel my
husband beside me but I looked to make sure anyway. When I realized it
wasn't him I turned to look directly at the figure. It was about 6 feet tall
and looked to have the build of a stocky man. I couldn't discern any
features and it didn't move for several seconds. As I stared it seemed to
dissipate, fading away from the head down. Oddly, I wasn't afraid nor did I
feel threatened. I felt a sense of peace from it as though whoever it was
had only our safety and best interests at heart.

I know that I was awake because I was sitting up, my eyes were open and I
could hear my husband snoring away. I've had other experiences in the past
involving hearing footsteps and seeing doors close but this is the first
time I've ever seen a figure. Both of my parents have had experiences with
spirits but I seem to be the only child of theirs that has too.

By the way, the NYNY is a very nice hotel and the show was amazing, if you
get a chance don't miss it!


A Few Weird Experiences


Like many other people's stories that I've read, I've had my share of
experiences with the paranormal. The first time was when I was about 7,
I was lying in bed, not quite asleep, I watched a disembodied green hand
with long sharp nails float in through my bedroom door and just sort of
hover there and then it turned around and disappeared. Needless to say I
screamed until my mother came. Another experience that I had was also
when I was little. I  lived in an old house, about 50 yrs old . I would
be again lying in bed and I would watch my doll high chair float and
spin, even if there was a doll left in it, the doll wouldn't fall out. I
know it seems strange but when this happens as soon as my mother would
put me to bed and then leave, every night for 2 years. I learned not to
mention it to my mother because she just doesn't believe in this sort of

Another experience, my dog Cappy had just been hit by a car and died. I
was distraught and couldn't stop crying in bed that night (I was 18). I
went to bed that night and I heard his collar faintly jingling as though
he was walking down the hall. All of a sudden I felt something jump on
the end of the bed and could see an indentation as though Cappy was
walking on the bed. It finally stopped and looked like Cappy had laid
down beside me and was saying goodbye. I fell asleep comforted thinking
he was with me.

I also have those black apparatitions out of the corner of my eyes that
disappear when you look at them. I freaked out and went to the eye
doctor and he didn't seem too concerned but I still have them. They are

Premonitionary dreams are my forte. I feel like Nostradamus. Everything
I dream, either happens the next day or a couple of days later. This is
the scariest. Because no matter what happens, I'm powerless to stop it,
even though I know something is happening that I've dreamt about. I have
had too many experiences to recount here or you would never receive

I have always thought that I was a little different and don't quite fit
in with everyone else that I was growing up with, especially when I used
to describe their auras. I could see people's energies radiating off
them and in such brilliant colours. As I've gotten older I have to
concentrate and sometimes just see a faint glow. When I was little I
thought everybody could see them. But I was wrong.

I have one last story to relate to you about my daughter. I really think
that she could be psychic or something. When she was about 2 years old,
I separated from her father. He moved out of our house and into the
basement apartment of his friends townhouse. I should explain that at 2
years old my daughter couldn't speak well because she was tongue tied,
she had too much tissue holding her tongue down and as such couldn't
pronounce very many words that involved moving her tongue. When I used
to bring her over to her father's on the weekends she would run to one
particular corner of the room and talk to the corner. She would call it
ghostie and babble to whatever it was for the entire time we were there.
Nothing could drag her away from that corner. Everytime we went there,
this went on. I was getting a little spooked because she would talk to
it, having actual conversations and she would pause and answer
questions. This went on for about 4 months. Then she started talking to
"ghostie" at our house. Always in a corner. I was getting really spooked
at this time. After awhile she started running away and screaming that
the ghostie was following her, and I mean she was terrified, screaming
and crying all the time. For about a year this "ghostie" followed her,
from her dad's to my house to my mother's and even to school. and then
it stopped. About 5 years later I had found out (after my ex's friends
moved out of the townhouse) that a previous owner of the house had hung
himself in that exact basement corner she had started talking to
Even now, my daughter refuses to talk about it and she's 13. She can
also find an injured animal from a mile away. They gravitate towards
her. I have seen rottweillers who attack their owners run up to her and
lay down on their backs waiting for her to rub their stomach. Any wild
animal just lays down in front of her. Very strange.

Anyway I should stop taking up so much space and time. Thanks for

A Sign From Randy




E.V.P. SOUND # 5 (a dog named toy) AND MY DOGS REACTION


FILE HAD ENDED MY DOG ( a 3 yr. old cocker spaniele named "franky") CAME


My Birds Goodbye!


We were living in Beverly Hills at the time and I was 10 or maybe 9. Anyway, my parents were out buying a car. I'm a bird person and I've always had one, but he was too loud so I took him to my parents room and locked him in there. With the door shut and locked, I watched TV until I was ready to sleep. It was dark and my parents weren't home yet. I walked into my room, turned on the light, and saw a blue bird singing to the mirror on the floor. I was freaked, because he didn't have the markings MY bird had. I went into my parents room to see if he had escaped and my eyes were playing tricks, but my bird was still there, on the bed, resting. I went back to my room and there was nothing there. The thing is, it wasn't mine, no one had one such as mine in the building, and the bird by the mirror looked exactly like the one that had died 2 years before.
So, was I visited by a ghost? I think so.

Ghost in Conn.

 I know about 3 ghosts not on your list.One is in the Bristol Polish American
Citizens Club in Bristol,Conn. He hangs out in the bingo room and some times moves chairs around.I know about it becouse I am a member of the club.I have never seen him but many others have.Another [actually 2] are in the mile long railroad tunnel in Terryville or Plymouth,Conn.I know about these 2 becouse I saw them once.They are the silloettes of 2 men digging with shovels,and when you get close enough to start making out detail of them they disappear.I have been in this tunnel about 50 times when I used to ride a dirt bike but only saw the ghosts once and that time I was walking.Against your advice I have taken my neice there to look for them but havn't seen them again.I later found out that 2 men were killed by a cave in while they were digging the tunnel.I didn't believe in ghosts until I saw these 2.There was also another ghost in Masssechusettes  in a house on Rt.8 near Colebrook Dam.One time I was driving by,by myself when a bottle in my car jumped into the air and crashed onto the floor of my car.This house was later moved and heard stories from others that the house was haunted,thus
being vacant.Also they told me that one or more people were murdered in this house and buried in a local grave yard with tomb stones describing them as murder victims.

Ghosts In My Life


I feel like I've been visited by many ghosts in my life. When I was
about four, I slept on the top bunk sharing a bedroom with my brother
and sister. I cant even tell you how many times it happened because it
happened a lot. But I would wake up in the middle of the night and call
out for my mom and dad. Instead, usually I would witness a
figure...sometimes man, sometimes woman, walk to the edge of my bed and
then disappear. I was never afraid of this. Being a kid, I think I
thought this was just normal. When I got older, it was then that I
realized what I was experiencing. The supernatural.

When I was about 20, I lived with a boyfriend in an apartment in the
city real close to six flags over Texas. We moved there during the night
and I spent most the night unpacking. My boyfriend went to work about
6:30 am and after that I decided to finally sleep. I curled up in my bed
and was asleep for about an hour when I drempt of walking through the
apartment and hearing a loud noise, like a storm or something. I watched
as a huge demon rose out of the floor and said in his ugly, demonic
voice, "I want you, lisa." I tried to shake myself awake but instead
drempt the same scenerio again. When I finally woke up I felt like I
couldn't move. It took several moments until I could regain myself.
My sleep was continuously restless there. I usually was by myself when I
had these experiences, but not always. I would here people talking to
me, or hear my boyfriends guitar playing unusual music (the house was
always silent during these least I didnt have any noise
going) Sometimes I would hear hot breath on my ear as "it " whispered to
me as I slept. One time during my sleep the bed started shaking up and
down like a scene out of the excorsist.

Several times the television would come on by itself. My brother and
sister stayed with me sometimes and they began to experience the same
kind of things. We would feel "someone was behind us." as we sat on the
couch...and later we began to see apparations. One time a yellowish
figure, another time a greyish color. It got to the point where all of
us were getting really scared. I even went to church and talked with a
priest. He told me to anoit the place. So my sister , boyfriend and I
prayed over oil and then decorated the walls in it. Praying as we went,
as if we were in a trance of some kind. After about 15 minutes of us all
walking around praying, we all three automatically went to the front
door to "let the spirit out." The ghostly  activities diminished some,
but not completely. We moved out shortly after. (we found out at one
point that somebody had committed suicide in our building...Im guessing
that was whom the ghost was! )

One of my favorite stories happened in a spooky house my boyfriend
(then) and I moved into. The house was so creepy that there was a door
to the right of the garage that had all this junk in it. The room was
huge! But as much as I wanted to explore...I never could...something
kept me from it. I believe this place somehow "drew" spirits to it.
It was only a couple weeks after Kirt Cobains death, singer of Nirvana.
I was not really much into them but thought that Kirts death was a
stupid, stuipid thing. He had so much going for much! And it
just reminded me how I thought that anyone whom killed themselves was
doomed to "something worse." So I wrote a poem about it in the silence
of the night. The boyfriend was asleep and so were the dogs, and as
unusual as it was I didn't even have any rock n roll going. I finished
the poem after about fifteen minutes and then read it aloud to myself.
As soon as I finished it, I heard three raps coming from what sounded
like it was inside the wall. I freaked out and went downstairs near the
"spooky hidden room, with all the junk," and curled up in bed  next to
my boyfriend and fell fast asleep. About an hour later I woke up to
hear, "LISA...LISA!" I swear to you to this day it was Kirt Cobain
hovering over my head, about four inches from my face...with his whispy
blonde hair and boyish face! I shook my head as if to shake myself from
the image but it never faded! Finally I fell back asleep...even though I
was totally tripped out. Later I told my little brother who went to high
school then, and he was saying that kids in school were saying they were
seeing him too. I dont know if this is true about other people seeing
him...but I know I seen him...because I seen him twice after
that....basically the same scenerio.I'd wake up to find him hovering
over me. I think he was p****d off about my poetry!

More Ghosts in my Life


 First off...I had a
dog I called Noey...she was a true full of life and happiness.
But she had this problem with getting out of the back yard, and I tried
everything to keep her from being a bad dog. We lived on a busy street
and it was so busy it was like a highway...and I worried constantly
about her. (it was very frustrating). It was about noon time and I had
slept in, when my( x) husband came running in to say Noey had been hit.
A truck working the construction outside had hit could see it
by the tire tracks in our driveway and the blood....We assumed though
that she would be alright. Two hours later when I was by myself, I made
a comment to my best friend who was on the phone with me..."Maybe she'll
learn her lesson." Just as I said that she came wandering in my bedroom
wobbling, and then fell to the floor. I screamed in panic. Somehow she
ended back in the living room and I was trying to feed her milk as I
cried, she passed away then. And we took her to the trees behind our
house to bury her. We noticed later that a warn spot in the carpet had
appeared right where she died. But what's better than that is Noeys
presence was constantly there. I'd drive up to the house and she'd be
sitting on the porch. Or she was sitting under the table or in the back
yard...I seen her all the time... but as time when on and eventually we
moved, her visits became sparce. But I knew all along what she was
telling me...she was telling me it was okay...she loved me. I had
carried so much guilt about her death, but she was letting me know she
was just fine.Besides that, I have Noey's son, and I swear my Smokey is
also inhabited spiritually by his Mother! Smokey  does the same EXACT
things as Noey once did!
The second story is about my grandfather who was a watchmaker and a very
spiritual man, as well. He died about 3:15 on a summers day in June...he
was out swimming in the lake that he had swam in constantly since he was
a boy. Meanwhile, my uncle was living in Maine. He had just bought a
pocket watch about 10 days before...a brand new pocketwatch. At precisly
the minute and hour of my Grandfathers death, the watched stopped
forever. Remember, my grandpa was a watchmaker! My uncle knew he had
been there to say, "I'm with you all!"

Grandmother Wants To Play


When my daughter was about 5 years old she claimed to have seen an old woman who always wanted to play with her in the middle of the night, and since we had construction going on the house, she would try to play peek-a-boo over the wood. This happened and my daughter decided to share it with me, and of course I just said to pull the covers over her head. But the woman would continue to bother my daughter and get her to play around the construction. This began to disturb her. She consulted me again about it, and I told her to tell the woman that she couldn't play and it was time to go to bed. My daughter did as she was told and the spirit went away. About 1 year later, my Aunt gave me a picture of my grandmother. I showed this picture to my daughter. With a surprised voice she said " Mom, that's the lady that used to try and play with me at night." I'm not sure that it was my grandmother, but if it was I hope she knows I still love her.

Hutchinson House


This beautiful,old, victorian home is on the corner of Market and Union Streets across the street from the town's auditorium.
  We lived in this home for 2 years 1983 & 4. We were looking for a place to rent.  I saw this location in the paper. Went to the house, walked up to the door, knocked, tried the door and it was locked.  Went to the car to tell my son come look through the windows with me.  I tried the door again and it was opened. Almost immediately after we moved there I began noticing that when I was cooking that I would sit down a spoon, bowl, etc. turn to the stove or leave the room for and minute return to my cooking and the item would be gone.  I would look around for a few moments and turn back to the place that I last placed the item and there it would be!  Our two sons, ages 9 & 15 had experiences in the basement of the house of hearing footsteps walk over to them and even follow them up the steps.  The house was heated by an old fashioned boiler system.  My husband would have to occasionally adjust the water level that involved turning a certain knob.  He would see that knob turn to the off position.  As we continued to live there more and more things would happen.  I always felt these spirits were friendly and peaceful and glad that we were there b/c we are a very loving and happy family and enjoyed the house so much.  At times I would catch a quick glimpse of a child or a small man in the dining/kitchen and pantry area.  Guests would often remark of hearing our little daughter (then two) crying in the night.  She slept in our very large bedroom and we knew she never woke up once all night.  I would often hear laughter of a child other than my own.  One morning after
I got my family off to school and work I slipped back to bed for a few extra minutes of sleep b/4 my daughter awoke.  20 -30 mins passed of sleeping. I awoke and saw a small stature man standing beside my bed.  My first reaction was that it was my son returning for a forgotten school book.  I blinked and soon realized it wasn't him.  I closed my eyes thinking my imagination was going overtime.  I opened them and he still stood there.  I could see through him. I just kept looking at this man.  I wasn't afaid at all of him.  Finally he faded away.  The last night we were in the house I couldn't sleep at all and was sitting in my favorite chair watching TV.  Around 3:00 a.m. I got up, went into the kitchen and returned to my chair.  There sat our daughter's favorite teddy bear that she always slept with.  I thought she must be awake looking for me.  I went to her bed and she was sound asleep.  I felt this was a way of this little spirit telling me goodbye.  After we moved from the house my husband told our Sunday School class during a lesson of "good and evil spirits"  about his testing of this and not telling me until that moment.  He would place an item on purpose in a very hard place to find.  Return from work and check and it would be gone.  He would look the next day and it would be back.  He also told of times he would wake up and see a mother holding her child in the doorway of our bedroom.  Thinking it was me and our daughter. He would turn to check on us and we would be beside him with our little girl in her bed beside us.  When our daughter was about 9 she asked me one day who the little lady was that use to visit us when she was little.  She described in detail a little lady that would come to the Emporia house and just sit beside her or walk through the room and wave at her.  We vividly recalled her
at that age waving and saying, "bye bye little lady".  We thought it was just childhood play.  She wrote a paper about it for her English class and made an A on it.  The house has many many rooms we lived on the main street level and had full access to the basement except for one room.  The owner kept civil war relics in that room and would occasionally come over and go through those things letting us browse over them, too.  There was an old horse drawn wagon in one room of the basement and on occasion the seat of that wagon would bounce up and down for at least 5 minutes.  The day we finally moved out I went back in for one last moment and told our little family goodbye and thank you for letting us share their earthly domain.  I never shared any of this with the owners or heard of anyone that lived there that experience anything.  I only know that the real estate lady that was in charge of renting the house said it was very hard to rent and to keep rented.  I wonder if that was why.We are devoted christians and did not nor would we ever do anything to "conjure" these spirits.  I know some christians feel that it is evil to even believe in such things.  But you cannot deny a personal experience.

Haunted Van


Here is my one and only first person haunting story:

About 6 years ago, my husband bought a 20 year old van at an auction. We
found out that it had been owned by an old man who lived in it,
traveling around the country in his retirement. My husband fixed it up,
and he started driving it around. When he drove it, there were no
problems. Whenever I drove it, there were always problems. The engine
would die (no pun intended) for no reason. I slammed my hand in the door
three times on one errand. My clothes caught in the door, in the seat
belt, even around my arms when I tried to put the key in the ignition.
Of course my husband thought I was being silly. None of that stuff
happened when he was around.

The only time he witnessed anything was one time on our way to a camping
weekend. We had our two dogs with us, and while we drove, they were
sitting on the bed in the back of the van. We stopped at a mini mart for
something to drink. My husband got out of the car, locking the door. I
got into the back to settle the dogs before getting out of the van
myself. I heard the engine start again. I turned around, and my husband
was outside, frantically trying to open the locked door. I went to the
drivers' seat, and reached to the ignition turn it off. No key. Oh,
yeah, my husband had it with him outside the door. My husband had
trouble getting in, even with the key. So I reach over and open the
door. He slid into the seat, then drops his keys. I don't know why, but
I decided to say something. I said, "You need to stop this right now! If
you keep this up, we will turn around and go home. Then you won't get to
go anywhere, and that's what you want to do, isn't it?" Right then, the
vans' engine stopped.

After that, my husband never again laughed at me when odd things
happened in that van. A few years ago, my husband replaced the engine,
and we never had any sort of trouble from that van again.

Hillbarn and Another


I am an actress who works in local theatres in Northern California. Late
last summer I was cast in the neil simon comedy "Biloxi Blues" at the
Hillbarn Theatre in Foster City.  One evening, as we were trying on costumes
and showing them to the director, I went upstairs to the costume room to
look for another actor, and had a distinctly uneasy feeling that I had not
noticed in this building beforehand.  Something was in the room, and it
wasn't manifesting itself, but the feeling of needing to flee was palpable.
Some weeks later, well into the run of the show, it was my custom to go out
into the back parking lot to smoke since I had such a long wait between call
and my entrance.  As i walked from the dressing room area I had to pass
through the set shop to access the back door to the lot.  When I stepped
into the set shop, which had a blue light burning and adequate light
spilling over from the dressing room area, I saw what I thought was another
actor pass by in front of me, also headed out to the parking lot, dressed in
the same World War Two khakis our actors were costumed in.  This man,
however, was not one of the small cast.  I said "hello, where are you
going?" and thought that perhaps they had had someone understudy a role for
this one performance, since I was only in one scene myself I would not
necessarily have known a substitution had taken place for a performance.
The man did not notice me, and proceeded forward toward the door, seemingly
talking to himself.  It was only when he walked straight THROUGH the door
that I realized he was no ordinary member of our cast.  I was intrigued, and
followed.  The parking lot was empty, and I lit a cigarette and inhaled.
Suddenly the door opened as wide as it would to allow an adult to walk
through, and was pulled shut from inside.  No one was there, the entire cast
was onstage and the crew was waiting for set change immediately backstage.
Later that night, I was consumed with a vision as I left the theatre:  fire
in the dressing room.  It was seen clearly, like a movie.  I blinked, it
disappeared, and I was feeling faintly unruffled.
The next week, a friend and her husband came to this show, and we talked in
the parking lot until I noticed that everyone else had left.  Suddenly I was
filled with a striking desire to leave the area immediately, and hurried
away, as if some terrible event would occur.  As a matter of fact, alone in
my dressing room I had the unnerving feeling that I was under constant
observation at all times.  It wasn't necessarily bothersome, it was just
Further investigation has turned up that 1) the original founder of the
theatre was in World War Two, and naturally in uniform, but I have seen his
picture and this is not the man I saw, but the theatre was active during
that time, and our show had a World War Two theme,  and 2) the original
theatre had burned to the ground, though not at the same location.
I don't feel that the man I saw was in the same dimension as I, and I don't
think the man was related to the ominous fire vision , or the watcher in the
dressing room or the evil presence in the costume room and parking lot.

The second event occured around 1994 in San Mateo County.  There is a
locally well-known legend on the Peninsula about a former estate there.
Allegedly a night watchman went insane and murdered two young women who were
prowling around on the property, and tales were told of demons hanging from
the trees.  Naturally it seemed worth a look.  I went over there on a Sunday
night with my boyfriend, in my car.  We drove around and could not see it,
but we were on the original property, we had driven through the original set
of boundary gates on the perimeter, which were clearly marked.  Up and down
the subdivisions we went, until we both had a feeling that we should desist
from this excursion.  I dropped him off at his car, and he followed me back
to my house in Oakland.  On the way back, driving across the San Mateo
Bridge, I had this sudden feeling that there was someone sitting in the
backseat of my car.  It was alarmingly strong, it was malevolent, and I
didn't dare turn around, not even to check if my boyfriend was still behind
me.  It got stronger, and the air was heavy.  I raced home, and lept out of
my car.  My boyfriend pulled up immediately and raced out of his
car.......and he looked terrified.  Said he felt that someone evil had been
in the back of his car all the way home.  I hadn't said a word about my
drive.  We determined to exorcise the cars and we did, there were no further
problems.  I won't even name that estate, we made a pact never to say that
name again, but anyone living in San Mateo County will know what I refer to.


Stanley Inn


  I stayed at the Stanley Inn in Estes Park and my boyfriend and I slept in the building that isn't the main house, but the one right next to it.It was like a guesthouse or something.It was its own seperate building. There is no front desk or anything,when you first enter, just empty rooms off to your right and left.I recall a library/sitting room off to your right. And directly in front of you is a staircase.It wasn't tourist season , so we were very much alone.It was in the late spring Anyway, you do get an eerie feeling when you go into the library.And the mirrors on the back walls don't help the atmosphere It's kind of like a victorian,once upon a time luxury hotel.It reminds me of Titanic.We slept on the second floor, and in the middle of the night, after I'd consumed alot of vodka(it was our vacation!),We retired to bed.That night I apparently awoke from sleep telling my boyfriend very urgently that there was" blood on his shirt". I have no recollection whatsoever of this? That's the scary thing.My boyfriend was half asleep and so he just went back to bed, and told me about it in the morning. He's not scared of anything;he's soo calm!! We had also went swimming in the pool in the front of the hotel, that night. Don't ask me what possessed us?the weather was certainly not right for swimming, but not bitter cold yet , either.We couldn't resist the big ,deep old pool.Very different from ones today.I was scared then because the lights weren't sufficient  for the pool area and the water looked soo black.I had to go to the bathroom and the bathrooms had no lights.  But I really had to pee, so my boyfriend stood by the door.I wouldn't recommend the Stanley unless your in a big group of people. I'ts
certainly not cozy, but you can feel the history all around you when your there. The bathrooms are even pretty, but
uncomfortable. The bathtubs are old fashioned and sit on feet.And the floors very cold.That is my experience, just thought I'd share.



    I have been viewing your site for atleast 2 hours tonight and finally
brought myself to send this.  My husband and I just bought a house in april
99, and thats when I noticed somehting wasnt right.  We closed on the house
and before we went for our girls we came by the house.  We left open the door
fromthe house to our garage and stepped out on to the back patio leaving that
door open also, well the garage door slammed shut!  Very,very hard!  My
husband and i look at eachother and went to investigate, finding nothing
ofcourse.  That has happend a few times sincebut, the thing that gets me is,
when we first moved in our neighbor told us the woman we bought the house
from used to hear loud music late at night, every night,but none of the other
people in the houses around our home hear it.  I blew it off, but came to
hear it myself every night around 11 pm.  I have gone outside, cant hear it.
Its loudest in the master bedroom, but audiable in the rest of the house.  I
always hear unexplained little noises that seem to loud for the house
settling.  My youngest daughter, the first night here screamed the most awful
scream, saying there was a man looking at her from the window.  We had to
back porsh light and and there was nothing in the window to resemble someone
or somehting.  My kids and I avoid the back room, originally their bedroom
and actually We all sleep in the master bedroom due to their fear and mine.
My husband is not at all bothered by this, his childhood home is very much
haunted, next door to a cemetary, also. Since living in this home our family
life has taken a turn for the worst, frequent fights, just general discord
approximately starting the 1st month.  My mother says its the house, she sees
the bad luck we've had since being here.  My cat came close to death when we
moved here and we took him to my mom's and he bounced back. My health has
gotten so so, I am more moody, as long as I am out I feel fine just the
thought of coming into the house gets me moody and snappy.  I appologize for
such a long letter, I tried to make it as short as possible.  I hear the
music now, it isnt something you hear like a radio, it's more like a loud car
stereo with alot of base. One more thing, the way the lady had our alarm
installed it covers the windows in the master bed adn the sensor is right
above the hall in front of the door and also a sensor on the garage door.  My
home was built on 78 and I dont know much about the history except that
approximately every 7 years there are new owners.  I hope it is my
imagination but please tell me what you think.

My Ghost Story


The entire paternal side of my family has a history of psychics and
hauntings. In my house, where I lived with my grandparents, I was the
focus.  Other people in the household had creepy experiences as well, but
it seemed as though most everything occured in my bedroom upstairs.  It
started when I was about thirteen or fourteen, as just an almost tangible
feeling of creepiness.  Before long, when I would lie down to sleep, I
noticed a glowing greenish spot in one corner of the room, where there was
a doorway to an unused back room.  At first I just thought it was some
glow-in-the-dark paint, like I had used to put designs on my walls.  Until
it started moving.  It started by just getting bigger and smaller, kind of
pulsing, but after a week or so of this, it actually began moving around on
the wall.  Then other spots appeared.

Thinking that it might be light coming in from the window, I blocked the
window off, then brought my sister and cousin (who also lived with us) into
the room to see if I was the only one seeing it.  I turned off the lights,
and just asked them to look around and tell me if they saw anything.
Needless to say, they did.  I hadn't told them where I had been seeing the
spots, but they pointed out the exact same spot.  Over the weeks, I had
other people come look at it too, to make sure it wasn't a fluke.  It
wasn't.  I had about fifteen people total point out where they saw the
spots, so I know it wasn't my imagination.  It didn't stop with the spots,
though.  Soon they started moving around the entire wall, splitting off and
almost dancing around the posters I had up.  Then suddenly, after a couple
of months, they disappeared.  That's when the REALLY crazy stuff started

As I mentioned before, my family has a history of psychics.  Though I don't
claim anything spectacular, I am a bit clairsentient, like most of us.
Well, my cousin Angie (a different cousin than the one aforementioned) and
I are like amplifiers for each other; we sense things more strongly when in
each other's presence.   She used to spend the night quite frequently,
which is when what had been a tolerable presence in my room became
unbearable.  Dark shadows would be visible in my room at night, shadows
that moved and split off.  Initially it would start as a man-shaped shadow
coming out of the corner where the lights had appeared.  As it would
approach the bed where Angie and I were, the air became almost suffocating.
 It would get to  the footboard, then split off into two indistinct shapes,
slide up the wall where the lights had appeared, and onto the ceiling,
where it would join together again above my bed, where the pressure on our
chests would become almost unbearable.  At this point, Angie and I  created
a psychic bubble of sorts (some of you may know what I'm talking about),
and believe it or not, it was actually visible at one point.  You could
actually see the shell around us, almost as a red static.  The spirit would
disappear, only to reappear a few minutes later out of the same corner to
start all over again if we hadn't already turned the lights on and left the
room.  There are other witnesses to this phenomenon as well; I had some
creepy-ass slumber parties!  Sometimes curious friendly acquaintances would
actually come over to the "batcave" (as my room had been dubbed) to see if
anything would happen.  Rarely were they disappointed, though I won't say
that that never happened.

Most everything happened with the lights off, but occasionally things would
occur with the lights on (though always at night), such as poltergiest
activity, though this was rare.  I remember one time when I was sixteen or
so, I was standing next to my dresser, when a pencil at the end of the desk
next to it flew off and hit me on the shoulder.  A few seconds later, a
small jewelry box (one of those little treasure chests) flew off of the
radio it had been sitting on and hit me in the head.  I ran screaming into
my sister's room, which was right next to mine, where she told me I was
just imagining it.  I told her to walk in there and tell me she didn't feel
anything, and a few seconds later she ran out screaming as well, saying she
had just walked through something that wasn't there.  She herself
experienced a man-shadow in her room around that time, but that's a story
for another time.

As I mentioned earlier, my room wasn't the only place to be afflicted.  My
sister's room, my cousin's room, the bathroom, the laundry room,  the back
room next to mine, and the front and side yards all had creepy things
taking place there; as well as my aunt's house and two of my cousin's
homes.  That's not even including the stuff that happened in the homes that
we had moved from.  The apartment that I moved into with my fiance a while
back had occurances, as well as the house we just moved into recently.  But
the thing that I noticed?  Once I became a bible-believing Christian, and
told the spirits to leave in the name of Christ, they did.  Flat out, no
more little scare tactics.  They just left. Amen.

My Ghosts


I live in a house with my parents and its about 80 - 100 yo. (haven't got
the exact date but we had a flood in the area in 1929 and the house still
bares scars of that). Our house is occupied by ghosts we assume around three
but that is undetermined.  The house is built on a reclaimed swamp, and we
put most things down to movement from vehicles but a when somethings are
just to unnatural to be put down to mundane things.

Now as a kid I never really noticed them but I was always scared of the dark
because I thought something was watching me, and I was right, when I reached
puberty one ghost stood out, it was a female unknown age and dressed in
white gown of some type.  What happened and still happens with her is when
I'm alone or sitting in bead thinking or reading she calls out, now the
funny thing is that usually when she call out I'm listening to music through
headphones and I can distinctly hear my name between tracks, also she stands
at the foot of my bed watching over me.

The other two mischevious and like to play pranks, both (that we've seen)
are old men and one is chinese we believe as a few years go we placed a
chinese wind chime at the back door to keep spirits away (we checked the
insriptions just to make sure) and some nights a male figure could be seen
standing near the chime but not going any closer.  Now both like to do
simple things like move objects open doors and drop plates also they like
making nightime visits and showing there forms and pissing of the dogs.

Now you might think that these are all in the imagination of a pubesent male
but I'm now 23 and after returning home to study at uni, the visitations
reoccured and the 'pranks', well they never stopped after I left.


My Ghosty, George


    I have always been sensitive to the "other side", although I didn't know
what it all meant when I was younger.  I would talk to people who I thought
were angels.  Most of my family just thought that it was the common
adolescent phase of keeping an imaginary friend.  When I turned fourteen, I
proved them wrong.
    My dad wasn't home yet from his night shift, so I was sitting at home
alone, playing a computer role playing game.  I was fending for myself in the
common teenager fashion.  I became aware of the sound of water running.  I
let it go for about ten minutes until I finally got fed up with it.  Thinking
it was the game, I turned off the sound on the computer.  I still heard the
water.  I crawled under the computer and pulled the plug on the speakers.
Still heard water running.
    Finally, I ran downstairs and shut off the fish tank bubbles.  The fish
will survive until I finish the level on my game.  Halfway up the stairs, I
still heard the water running!  I ran to the bathroom at the top of the
stairs and twisted the cold water knob hard.  It had been the faucet.  I
didn't remember turning it on, nor hearing it when my father had left a few
hours before.  I shook of the feeling of being watched and went back to the
computer in the bedroom.
    I played another few minutes, trying to solve a puzzle, and heard a
squeak and more water sounds.  I cursed and spun around in my chair.
Charging across the hall, I yanked the faucet shut again.
    After several minutes of alternating playing the game, yanking the
faucet, and scratching my head, I figured that the place was haunted.  Was I
scared?  Heck yes!  I ran to my dad's room and cowered under the covers until
my dad came home.
    Soon, I came to call my resident spirit George.  I have no clue why; I
just decided he seemed like a George.  As I came into more contact with
George, I began to feel things clearly, even seeing fleeting glances from the
corner of my eyes, or the shadowy outline of a man in front of me.
    George liked to play games.  Caught between being a full blown teenager
and a kid, I decided to play along.  Sometimes he would hide things from me
while I wasn't home, then I would find it later sitting on my stereo or some
other obvious place.  My father denied taking my things, even went as far as
to say I was taking drugs and hallucinating.
    After another of my arguments with my dad about George, I went home to my
mother's house and told her about my day.  Her eyes got wide as she exclaimed
"You feel them too?"  Apparently, it runs on my mother's side of the family!
    For quite a while, George and I played the hide and seek game with my
things, until I finally gave up and told him it was childish.  Yes, I would
talk to him and almost hear him answer back.  I would tell him my entire day
as I went about my chores or studied, or at least until I went into my
father's room.  For some reason he wouldn't, or couldn't, go in there.  We
bonded (or at least I think we bonded), because he often followed me to my
mother's house.  How, I have no clue.  I've never heard of a spirit who's
bonded to a place following a living person across town.  (If anyone has
heard of such a thing, please share!)
    I contacted a psychic friend after finding nothing on the history of the
apartment or its occupants.  She told me that George was an English
professor.  "He knows he's dead, but when he died, there was something there,
blocking his way into the other side.  Your ghosty is afraid that the thing
is still there." she wrote me one day.  That was when I started to leave
books on my bed for George to keep occupied while I was at school.  Maybe
then he'd leave my stereo settings alone!
    Often he would be on the stairs or on the top of the stairs.  Sometimes I
would feel him by my stereo.  Even a few friends thought they felt someone
watching them as they were sitting in the living room.  "That's just my
ghost, George.  Don't pay attention to him and he'll leave you alone" I'd
tell them when they'd start to shiver.
    My dad's moving out of the apartment now.  All of my old things are being
packed up and shipped to the next apartment.  Who knows?  Maybe George'll
follow me to the new place, like he did before when I went to my mother's!

My house in Italy


In 1994 or 95, I don't remember exactly.  I lived in a house in La
madalena, Italy.  I was in the U.S. Navy at the time.  I was dating a
girl named Shannon from New Jeresy.  The House I lived in was old, I'm
not sure how old really but I think it was built around WWII or sometime
after.  Many odd things had happened before that were explainable, but
on one particular night something happened that neither I or Shannon
could explain.  On one of the few nights that Shannon stayed with me is
when it happened.  We were in bed, and had been there for quite a while
and I was having a hard time falling asleep.  Finally thoagh it took a
while I began to fall asleep,then I started to feel cold, and tingly
around my feet.  I tried to reach down and pull up the covers,but I
could barely move and the tingling got stronger.  I started to get a
little nervous and then tried to open my eyes.  I could barely get them
open thoagh (just a crack).  Mostly the tingling was around my feet, but
it started to move up my legs.  Soon it was around my midsection.  That
is when I tried to wake Shannon, But it was still impossible to move.  I
could only shake out of fear.  I could'nt even speak when I tried.  The
only noises I could make were very soft groans.  By this time the
tingling sensation had covered me almost completely.  With my eyes only
cracked open I saw what seemed to be a gray illuminated haze. This was
the straw that broke the camels back, and I passed out.  The next thing
I remember was Shannon jumping out of bed.  She turned the bedroom light
on, and walked towards the door.  I asked her " What's wrong ".  She
said, " Nothing. Leave me Alone!" and went to the kitchen for a glass of
milk.  I tried to ask her if she felt the same thing I did and she just
kept saying " don't talk to me!" as thoagh I had done something wrong.
Later that morning on our way to work she apologized and said that the
same thing had happened to her that very same night.  Needless to say
but she never stayed there again.  She said that there was obviously a
female ghost that lived there, and it had taken a liking to me, and
did'nt much care for her being around.  I tried for the longest time to
come up with another more logical explanation, but I could'nt.  It seems
to me that maybe Shannon was right. One thing thoagh.  If what Shannon
thinks is true, then why did it happen again when I was sleeping

My Poor Husband


I come from a family of woman who reluctantly have certain "gifts" (for lack
of a better word).  My mother can tell on the spot the personality of a
person, even if he/she seems to be the most genuine of souls.  Also, if my
mother remembers her dreams - watch out!  My grandmother is a very devout
Catholic woman who you can surprisingly tell your deepest, darkest secrets
to.  She is very open-minded about all things paranormal, and encourages you
to use your gift.

My gift deals with places.  I can walk into a place and tell if something is
or was wrong there.  When we tried to tell my fiance about this, he did not
believe us.  He thought it was all either in our imaginations or being told
to him as a joke.

He decided to turn the tables.  He has a friend who is a ghost hunter, and
very open to dealing with spirits.  Of course, my new husband told me nothing
of this before he took me to this guy's house.  When we left this house, I
was so shaken that my husband got worried.  I told him that the whole time
that I was there, I felt a presence that was not good that continually stared
at me.  Later, he called his friend.  It turns out that there were actually
three spirits at this house.  One was of a small girl who was harmless and
whom they had in fact gotten very used to.  The other was of an old man that
stayed to the upper floors of the house.  Once again, a harmless sort.  Then,
he hit us with the "wanderer."  This man walked around the outside of the
house, and avoided contact with our "ghost hunter."

Needless to say, I only went back to that house once more and for a VERY
short time.  Also, I convinced my doubting Thomas husband of my "gift."  He
has agreed never to surprise me with a house I have not looked at first.

The Old Lady


Atlanta, Georgia circa 1981

I graduated from High School in 1981. For the final two years of that
experience, I had the same girlfriend and spent many, many hours at her
house with her and her brother who was a year older. For the longest time,
when I would leave at night (usually much later than I should have) I would
have to walk out of the kitchen door of this typical tri-level house, down
a short path to the garage then through the garage and out to my car? It
always petrified me. I could never explain it nor did I try (why face the
laughter of being afraid of the dark). I spent many times by myself at the
house seeing as it was a second home and many things happened while I was
there?things that could be explained away. The house had the kitchen,
living and dining room on the "main" level, upstairs were four bedroom and
downstairs was the den (right below the kitchen) with a bathroom, laundry
room and recreation room off to the side. Candles would fall out of their
holders?often. That can be explained by a number of things. The house was
noisy. But never in the area you were in. If you were downstairs, the
creaks would come from upstairs and if you were upstairs the sounds came
from the laundry room or the rec. room.  Many times I felt chills and cold
in the rec. room, but that could just be poor insulation?Finally after a
year and a half, I was at the house one day by myself and walked from the
kitchen into the dining room and stopped cold. Out of the corner of my eye
to the left was an old woman sitting in one of the chairs in the living
room. When I turned my head, she was gone. My heart pounding, I stepped
backwards into the kitchen determined to step back through and see if it
was a trick of the eye that I could duplicate. I took a deep breath and
stepped back through looking straight ahead. She was again but just for the
faintest of second, then gone when my eyes turned. I was stunned.  When I
told everybody that night I was not ridiculed, but no one came rushing
forward with any stories of there own.
Later that month I was there alone at night (yeah, I know)?I was upstairs
and there were creaks coming from downstairs that sounded something like
someone coming up the stairs from the den to the kitchen. The sound was
deeper, not a groan, but not a creak from a wooden stair. I was on the top
level in a bedroom and was almost breathless. The sound continued up the
carpeted stairs, muffled, but definitely there, and definitely the sound of
something large. I pleasantly called out, "Hello?" Nothing, then  after a
long silent pause the cat walks around the corner and into the bedroom. As
much as my imagination could have gotten away with me I know, even now
almost 20 years later, that the cat while slightly overweight, could not
have made the sounds. Still I said something to the cat along the lines of,
"Thanks a lot." Then I felt the chill and the cat sat perfectly in front of
me and started meowing?but with no sound?zero!  I felt every hair on my
neck stand up as I felt this chill and watched the cat open and close its
mouth like it was meowing, but nothing coming out. I slowly stood up walked
out of the room down the stairs and out the front door? I refused to go out
the back and waited until my girlfriend got home? There was a basketball
outside and I dribbled in the dark so when she pulled in I had a good
reason for being outside? Why I hadn't gone into the garage and turned the
light on I couldn't explain. I've never told that story, as you can imagine
 A month or two later my girlfriend was awakened late one night by some
presence, when her eyes opened she plainly saw the dark figure of a woman
in a wide brimmed hat. She called, "Mother?" But her Mother answered her
from her bedroom at the end of the hall. My girlfriend rolled over and
focused, but nothing was there. She said later that she could feel the
presence, more than see it.
 A week or so later her brother, home from school awoke to "feel" something
in his room?He refused to roll over or open his eyes. A year later, home
again from school he was sitting in the den watching MTV and the light
clicked on in the laundry room. He didn't remember his mother coming
downstairs and it was 2 in the morning anyway?After she did not respond to
his calls, he (like me) slowly got up, went upstairs and crawled under the
 I don't know of any other "happenings" but someone finally asked the
former owners if they ever had an experience in the house and they said no,
"But our Grandmother passed in the upstairs bedroom."

Every bit of this story is true.  I will never forget that feeling, and
felt it again while helping my Mother look for a house in Hendersonville,
North Carolina?She felt "odd" and decided not to buy?thank goodness


Our Guard


We discovered we weren't the only residents to move into our brand-new house
after living there a few weeks.  I was taking a photograph of our house and
the camera malfunctioned.  The picture of a civil war soldier briefly
appeared in the polaroid picture that half developed.  There were other
signs as well...disappearing and reappearing objects, cold spots, shadowy
outlines and electrical equipment working itself.
It soon became evident that our spirits had come in a group.  Some where
friendly.  Some where not.  I found a book on clearing out spirits.  We
persisted in clearing out till only one was left.  This one was a soldier.
I never was sure which side he was on but I came to depend on him and the
family came to love our guard.
As other homes were built around us people would prowl at night.  This was a
problem for me because my husband was gone a lot.  But we had our guard.  He
would flip on light switches when someone was outside.  He would bang
objects around to make noise as well.  One morning after a night of banging
and lights switching on we found footprints outside the basement door.  Our
neighbors would swear someone was watching out our windows when we were
When the kids were up past their bed time I would feel an icy brush against
my cheek until I would get up and get them back to bed.  At night my son and
I could occassionally see a thin white outline pacing up and down the hall.
I would always sleep easier when I saw that.
This past year the guard decided to leave.  Our house is now ghost free.  We
do miss that one ghost though.  He sure helped when I needed it the most.

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