By: Jesse@hotmail.com
India is a wild place with a long history of spiritualism. I have
a few experiences which stick out in my mind - all true stories. I was
taken to a remote village with a group of young people. We were all part
of a missionary team. After talking with the people through translators,
singing some song we had learn in Hindi, and telling them about Jesus,
many of the people came up to us and said they saw evil spirits and ask
if we could pray for them. A man brought up his
wife, he was crying and through a translator he told us that his wife was
possessed by an evil spirit and as a result she could no longer speak.
I was 18 years old at the time and was a little intimidated. I was with
a
man who was from Finland and we began to pray for the lady. After
praying for a few minutes nothing was happening, but I could feel a power
struggle. My friend spoke to this lady in his native Finnish language.
I saw her eyes change and this evil look came on her face. This primitive
lady who had never seen white people before, knew no English, began speaking
to my friend in Finnish. My friend told me that he commanded the
spirit in Jesus name to tell him where the gateway was. The spirit spoke
through this lady in a completely different language and harsh voice. He
said that the gateway was under a plate which the lady had put on her forehead
to honor a idol god. He could not believe that the lady spoke to him in
Finnish, (which is one of the most difficult languages to learn.)
We put our hands on the lady's forehead and her whole body started shaking.
We said in Jesus name come out and go to the place prepared for you. The
lady began coughing and coughing. She then turned to her husband and began
to speak with him in her native tongue, they both were crying with joy.
It was the first time they spoken together in over two years. Two other
people that night were prayed over in the name of Jesus by our friends
and had similar results. The people thanked God that they had been delivered.
Another time while living in India a Chinese friend and I learned that
our neighbor and hung himself. That night we were awoken by a series of
clear screams in our room. In one instant a scream was heard in all the
corners of our room and then I felt like a person was one inch from my
face and screamed. This happened about 1 am and my friend and I both were
woken from a deep sleep, we were so shaken up that we could not even talk
to one another for several minutes. The next day some friends down the
street also reported hearing a scream which ran down their street. This
happened every night for about a week. The scream would be clear and the
most evil thing I have heard. Finally we prayed to God for protection and
told the scream in Jesus name that it could not come back into out room.
It never came back to our room, but we heard it run down the street. After
praying down the street and near bye streets it never was heard again.
All this to say that spirits are real and can be controlled by the power
of Jesus name. If you ever experience ghosts or sprits command them to
leave in Jesus name and ask God to protect you.
By: trinity20011@canoemail.com
We're just back from vacation, having spent 2 days at a very old
and
wonderful hotel called the St. Moritz in Lake Placid, New York.
We
stayed in a room on the third floor--a fairly pleasant room with
separate bath, but as you can well imagine, old plumbing/fixtures
throughout. A picture of the hotel in its hey day in
the late
1890's can be seen in the lobby to the hotel.
Day/night one was non-eventful. Our second (and last night)
there, I
arose to use the facilities about 2:00 am and entered the washroom
(with lights out). All was quiet until I heard what seemed
to be an
unearthly woman's moans above my head. It took me about 30
seconds
for me to realize these moans were not coming from the room upstairs,
nor a local radio or tv ....needless to say, I raced out of there
and
jumped in bed, my heart pounding. My boyfriend, still asleep,
greeted me with a grunt. I finally fell asleep totally curled
up
against him...until he got up about 3:30 am/4:00 am to use the
lavatory too. I stayed wearily awake waiting for him to return...and
saw that he looked a bit perturbed as he closed the door to the
lavatory a few moments later...(he never closes the door!).
While
he acknowledged my experience as valid when I recounted it to him
then, he said nothing more. We both went back to sleep.
Next morning, I mentioned the moans again to my boyfriend.
He then
said he needed to tell me something too. Don't ask me why
but I
stopped him midsentence and asked him to wait until we gathered
our
belongings to check out. While checking out, we asked the innkeeper
about the history of the hotel. She said she knew nothing
and was
always too busy to notice anything out of place. We left the
conversation at that.
In the car on the way out of town, my boyfriend recounted that while
sitting in the lavatory that night, (lights on), he noticed an
irregular (sphere-shaped but no definable edges, about 18 in
diameter) hovering, shifting mist about 18-24 inches in front of
his
face, just below eye level. At first he thought it was his
breathe
from the cold mountain air. Very logically, he checked
this by
exhaling numerous times away from the mist...and found he exhaled
nothing. He moved his hand through the mist.....it remained.
The
hair on his arms started to raise, goosebumps forming. Feeling
somewhat wary now, Steve left the lavatory quietly.....he must walk
through the mist to exit. He quietly closed the lavatory door and
turned off the light.
While we did enjoy our stay at this hotel, the room was clean, the
innkeepers were very friendly and hospitable, etc., we are curious
if
you had any other reports about unusual activity at this hotel or
in
the vicinity thereof. I should mention this hotel is next
to a
funeral home.
By:[cgrines@carolina.rr.com
hi i am writing to tell you of my experience. this happened in early
fall of 1993 in a town in Indiana(Lebanon), I was young 13yrs old at the
time. I remember going to this historical house which had been on to the
public for an open house. This house was over 100 years old. My parents
and I went into the house and were walking around. I decided to walk in
the living room which was to the right as you walk in. their were id say
aprox. 10 people in the house. As I was in the living room I happened to
look to the right of me and saw a boy who looked about my age at the time
sitting in a chair he stuck out to me than the other people their
that were in the house, he was wearing blue suspenders and an oldfashioned
hat like you men wearing from the 1920's. He was sitting by himself with
no expression on his face.I didnt think much of it until I went to find
my parents they were in the room right as you walkin to the place. I then
asked them to take a look at the living room which was very nice well preserved
room. As I walked into the living room the boy was gone. I began checking
the bottom floor their was no sign of him, I made my way to
the upstairs checked around and saw no one. I was thinking to myself theres
no way that the boy could have left. the back door was shut solid the only
way out was the front door. I told my parents about
the encounter soon after. Till this day I believe I encounter a
spirit of a young boy from the early 1900's. If you have any questions
about my ghost expierence please contact my email page JakeLV@aol.com
my name is Jake Veatch The site is frommy friend Chris's internet address
I just moved to Charlotte,NC from Indiana.
By:Dmic19@webtv.net
I was a16 year old girl when I first saw Jean she was 12 but she
was
tall as me and she was so beautiful. She had long curly blonde hair
and
so tan with blue eyes and such white teeth when she smiled.
She was
walking down the opposite side of the road from me and she as watching
me too and then she said do you live around here? I said yes we
just
moved in and she said I think you are the prettiest girl we have
in the
neighborhood now. I said no I think you are . We both laughed. We
were
both blonde and young and pretty.
We became best of friends even though she was 4 years younger than
me.
We planned to be friends for ever but when she was 24 and she had
two
darling sweet little blonde haired girls she was killed in an auto
accident on the e way. I was so devastated to lose my dearest friend.
It has been 30 years now since she died and now I do automatic hand
writing and I called on her and she talked to me and she said when
she
got in that wreck she was not dead and she kept screaming don't
cover my
face with that sheet I am not dead but she said they did anyway
and put
her body in the ambulance and she was taken to the morgue. Her vitals
were so low they could not detect she was still alive but of course
she
was not alive when they got done with her. She got embalmed and
prepared
for the funeral. She said how sad she was to have missed
out on raising her daughters that she loved so much. Her mother
Margaret
was so sweet but to old and sick to take them so they went with
their
dad who did not take good care of them and he lost them. They were
taken
away from him. She knew all this and it broke her heart her name
was
Jean Bowser. If her daughters read this
ever please understand your mom did not want to leave you. She told
me
how terribly unhappy she was to have to leave. If
any one would like to talk to anyone who is dead just use automatic
hand
writing it works. I have talked to all my loved ones and friends
that
are gone.
My Apartment
By: DMomofryan@aol.com
I have always been fascinated by the supernatural and always believed
in ghosts. I've "spoken" with my dad several times since his death
4 years ago. About 18 months ago, my son (18 months old) and I moved
into the one bedroom apartment we still live in.. After being there
for a month or so, I started having the same horrible dream every night.
I dreamed that I was holding my son and a "force" kept pulling him out
of my arms and taking him away from me screaming. At first, I thought
it was just the paranoid dream of a single mom, but then I started hearing
the words "CLOSE THE VORTEX" as my son was being ripped away. After
about 10 days, I finally got the hint and sprinkled holy water all through
my room while praying for this "vortex" to be closed. I have not
had that dream since. Then in March of this year (2000), I started
getting the feeling that we were not alone in the apartment. Lying
on my side in my bed, I can see to the end of the hallway, which has the
living room on one side and the dining room on the other. I kept
seeing a shadow walking from one room to the other. I woke up one
time to find a figure hanging on the ceiling fan above my bed looking down
at me. One night, I felt a soft touch on the
side of my face and I told it to get away from me. I
put holy water on the four corners of my bed, my son's bed and the door
to my room. The longer this went on, the more I started to feel afraid.
Not threatened, but I felt like whatever was in the apartment was trying
to tell me something and was getting frustrated that I was not doing anything
about it. I started leaving all the lights on when I went to bed and was
getting maybe 3 hours of sleep a night. Praying did not seem to be
helping. After finally telling my sister, I put holy water
in every doorway and every entrance to my apartment. While doing
this, I asked God to please take the soul back to heaven so I wouldn't
be afraid anymore. The very next night, I heard the words "thank you" and
I have not felt that spirit again. Then, about 3 weeks ago, I started
feeling that spooked feeling again. I went to bed one night and in
that phase right before deep sleep, I opened my eyes and saw two figures,
one at the foot of my son's bed and one beside my bed.
I blinked and saw that there were two Indians in my room. Sounds
weird, I know! The one at the foot of the bed just stood there with his
arms crossed and his back to my son. The other one started talking
to me. He said that they were there to protect me and my son and
to not be afraid. They would look out for both of us. I lay
down and went to sleep. I have woken up several times during the
nights since then and I always see the Indian at the foot of my son's bed,
always with his back to him and his arms crossed, like he is watching over
him. I can only see him from the waist up and he is not 3 dimensional,
more like colored smoke. I know this sounds really wild, especially
since I still live in the apartment, but I feel totally safe now and I
know that my son is being protected. One more interesting fact, I
live in Texas and recently found out that my apartment complex stands on
land that used to be part of the Chisolm Trail.
By: ScriptCreator@aol.com
My brother has esperienced a ghost once back in Mexico with our releatives.
He told me that he could not get a good nights sleep once in a room
where my
grandfather died. When my brother was asleep he noticed that
his bed sheets
were being pulled down from his feet. So he picked them back
up to cover
himself.
And again the bed sheets would go down. This persisted for
a few more times,
my brother kept lifting the sheets, he just dozed off. But
when he woke up in
the morning, he said that the bed sheets were nicely folded and
tucked under his
feet.
Another occurance he had was about 7 years ago. His friend
and himself were
heading home from a late night party. As they were heading
home, just a few
minutes left to reach the house, his friend, Joe, had forgotten
his house
keys. He was scared because he had lost them. My brother
then told me that Joe
received the keys in his hand. Something or someone had handed
Joe his keys, it was
not my brother. The last short story is what happened to my
great grandfather.
My great grandfather was riding his horse back home from working
at his ranch.
This was in Mexico. He saw a small boy crying and sitting
on the ground. He told
the little kid what was wrong and if he needed a ride. The
kid just pointed to a
direction.
My great grandfather just lifted the boy like nothing, like if the
kid did
not way anything. He was confused. But he rode off and
talked to the boy, which
said nothing. Well, as they rode along the dirt road, my great
grandfather turned
back to ask the kid a question, the kid was not there anymore.
So he kept on riding
down the road. After a few minutes, my great grandfather felt
someone tapping him
on his shoulder. He turns around to notice the small kid.
The kid replies to him
in Spanish, "Mira mis dientitos!" The translation goes like
this, "Look at my baby
teeth!" My great grandfather told his son and he told my father
the story. I was told
that the little kid smelled like sulfur and his teeth were pointy
or thinly large. My
great grandfather dropped the kid and took off like a jockey on
a horse. I hope
that you have enjoyed these small stories. I have not experienced
anything like this,
but I have had sleep paralysis in where I saw my aunt from Mexico,
who is not dead,
as a transparent figure walking in my house in the states.
Then I had to force
myself to wake up because I felt that I was being held down or kept
from waking up.
Has Anyone Seen This?
By: rikkiweinstein@hotmail.com
This experience doesn't seem like much compared to the ones I have
read at
this site. That may be because I didn't experience it first
hand or maybe
because I am still a little skeptical. My stepdad is a real
night owl. One
night he was sitting up reading one of his sci-fi books when he
just
happened to look at the bedroom window. There he saw an old
man staring in
at him (they had a groud level floor) with curiosity, and no real
expression
on his face. He was powder white. My stepdad stared
in shock and blinked
and the man was gone. Exactly as he realized the man was gone,
the man was
at his bedroom door, Peering in at him. The man then turned and
walked
across the hall into my 3-year-old sister's room and my stepdad
could not
see from where he was. He was too petrified to move.
My sister then came
out of her room crying and asking if she could sleep with them because
she
was scared! She didn't mention a ghost though. The next morning
my sister
told me of a dream she had of an old man, glowing white with glowing
red
eyes walking throught the backyard carrying paint cans in each hand.
This
is an innocent 3-year-old probably not even knowing what a ghost
was telling
me of this "dream." Over the years I thought my stepdad was
kidding about
this occurance but he swears to it to this very day. My sister
doesn't
remember anything. It seems to make sense that it was an old
person. We
lived 2 houses down from an alzheimers nursing home!
I think it was just a ghost of someone who died at the nursing home
passing
through. The patients escaped all of the time to "go home"
and always
thought we were one of their past family members. Maybe this
'ghost' was
checking to see if he recognized us!
Will you post this on your site? I wanted to see if any one
has ever seem
anything like that before. It always seems like the ghosts
in teh stories
here are always mean and distructive.
By: SISU2005@aol.com
I was divorced and moved to this area where my parents and I grew
up. I met a
man I really began caring alot of and we grew into a more serious
relationship.
We were living together for a time and during that time, my mother
died of
natural causes but, it was still a hard time without her. We all
loved her
very much and she had very strong religious beliefs and passed them
on to us.
She didnt think I should live with this man but, I did anyway.
After she died, my father decided to sell their home and move to
his family
home a few miles away. I wanted to buy the home but, he felt I shouldnt
while
living with this man. Well, my brother and sister talked him into
it as I had
children to raise and they would have so much more room. I told
my father, we
were planning to get married.
We moved into the house and each day or night, the lights would
flicker or go
out in different rooms. It was an eerie feeling and we had them
checked out.
There was nothing wrong with the electrical parts but, it continued
to
happened. Well, I felt maybe my mother was trying to tell me something
which
I kept to myself.
We got married at my parents house which we bought, the lights have
never
flickered or gone out since. I feel my mother was here and then
she rested in
peace once we were married.
My husband now and I have talked about it since and both feel that
she was
giving us vibes to not live like we were and get married. We still
feel her
presence in this house but, she was a wonderful person and we are
never
afraid.
Thank you for letting me share my story with you.
Lala
By: Corax31@aol.com
Hello....I was reading through your vast volume of ghostly tales
and thought
your website would be the perfect place to finally tell my own.
Btw, I don't
mind if you use my name attached to the story, but I would prefer
you not use
my email address.....nothing personal, I just have this thing about
pasting
my email addy on the web. On with the story..... :)
I don't remember the first time I noticed the ghost in my home,
but my mother
swears she came with the house (we moved in when I was 2 1/2 years
old). But
throughout my childhood I always remember her being there with me.....like
an
"imaginary friend" who wasn't part of my imagination at all. My
mother called
her Amelia, after she heard the ghost say this name and gesture
to herself.
But I called her Lala because she was (and is) always singing. She
seemed
most attached to myself and my mother, despite the fact that the
other four
people in the house had seen or heard her at one point or another.
She has
even followed me off to college, and moving across country.
One of her favourite forms of getting our attention was dancing
and singing
in my bedroom....we could audibly hear her beautiful soprano voice
(think
Mozart's Night Queen aria), her high heeled shoes clacking on the
floor, and
her beads rattling (she was always dressed as an upper-class 1920s
flapper-girl, complete with a cigarette dangling out of a silver
cig holder,
and seemed to be in her late teens). Her other favourite thing to
do was go
about the house moving chairs, turning on lights, and cranking the
volume up
on the stereo.
Lala is precocious, a bit of a wild-child, but has never meant anyone
any
harm. More often than not, she's very helpful to us. See, things
are always
going missing mysteriously in this house....I'll put my coffee mug
down on
the desk, go out of the room to do a chore, then come back and the
mug is
gone....things of that nature. Whenever this happens, we ask Lala
to help us
find the missing item, and she does. It usually has the same pattern
to it: a
few minutes later, I'll hear Lala call my name, turn to face her,
and the mug
will be resting placidly somewhere else in the room (where I know
I would not
have put it).
She also helps to take care of me when my migraine headaches become
unbearable, or when I'm sick....just as she used to do whenever
I was sick or
had a nightmare when I was a child. She's been with me for 25 years
so
far....and though I've told her that she shouldn't feel like she
has to stay
with me if she'd rather move on, she continues to remain. I don't
know who
she was, since the house was built long after the 1920s (though
we do have a
lot of antique furniture and jewelry with which she might have come
into the
house, and then decided she liked the inhabitants better ??) and
she doesn't
fit the description of any of my ancestors. I only know that it's
a true
comfort having my own personal "guardian angel" with me...
My First Haunting
By: Buddywell@aol.com
I WAS ONLY 5 YEARS OLD WHEN I EXPERIENCED MY FIRST HAUNTING. IT WAS
IN MY GRANDPARENTS HOME WHERE I SPENT MANY WEEKENDS ENTERTAINING. I WENT
TO THE UPSTAIRS PORTION OF THE HOME,WHICH WAS THEN ONLY CONSIDERED AN ATTIC
FOR STORAGE. MY OLDER SISTER AND COUSIN WERE CLEANING SO THAT IT COULD
BE REMODELED TO A SEWING ROOM. THIS AREA IS VERY SMALL. ONLY ONE LAMP WAS
THERE
TO LIGHT THE AREA. I WAS ALWAYS SCARED OF THE RIGHT SIDE OF THE
ROOM BECAUSE NO LIGHT WAS AVAILABLE THERE. I WENT INTO THIS AREA BECAUSE
MY SISTER NEEDED A BOX TO CONTINUE STORING ITEMS. I WAS ONLY THERE A FEW
MOMENTS WHEN SOMEONE OR SOMETHING SLAPPED MY LEFT CHEEK VERY HARD. I WENT
CRYING DOWNSTAIRS TO MY GRANDMOTHER. I EXPLAINED TO HER WHAT HAPPENED.
SHE SAW THE HANDPRINT ON MY FACE. SHE WENT UPSTAIRS ANGRY AT MY SISTER
AND COUSIN. SHE THOUGHT THEY HAD DONE THIS TO ME. I TRIED TO EXPLAIN TO
HER AGAIN WHAT HAPPENED. SHE DID NOT BELIEVE ME. I STILL TO THIS DAY DO
NOT KNOW WHAT OR WHO WAS THERE THAT NIGHT.
LATER IN MY LIFE, I ASKED MY GRANDPARENTS ABOUT THE HOME AND WHO
HAD BEEN THERE PREVIOUSLY. THEY WERE NOT SURE HOW OLD THE HOME WAS EXACTLY,
BUT ESTIMATED ABOUT 160 YEARS OLD. MY GRANDPARENTS NAMED MANY PEOPLE WHO
HAD LIVED THERE. WHO KNOWS WHAT UNFINISHED BUSINESS THEY MAY STILL HAVE.
I SUPPOSE I'LL NEVER KNOW. ALL I DO KNOW IS THAT EVEN THOUGH IT HAS BEEN
19
YEARS SINCE THIS HAPPENED I FEEL A DISTURBING PRESENCE IN
THIS HOME.
By: LiLiG99@hotmail.com.
Hello.. I am 22 years old and have had a profound experience. Say
its a
preminiton or just having that "sense" I would like to share this
story with
others so maybe someone could relate to me and give me some feedback.
I was about 14 years old. My mothers Aunt Susie raised
her from when she
was an infant along with my grandfather. My Aunt never got
married and took
on the responsiblity of having my mother. She was truly a
mother compared to
my mothers real mother. Anyways, Throughout maybe 4 or 5 years
my
grandparents started passing away starting in 1986 with my nana.
The next
death was 1988 who was my grandfather (moms dad), and the next to
be was my
Aunt Susie. My fathers father would survive six months after
her death.
Since I was a child I always had strong preminitions and
had even been seen
in my sleep talking to something outside my window on a hot summers
night
which i remember vividly until this day. My first grandmother
died in 1986 i
believe i was 8 or 9 at the time. My parents felt that I was
too young to
attend her funeral so I remained at home. A few years later
I had a dream
about my nana, coming to me and looking so beautiful wearing a green
dress
that I had no knowledge of what so ever. She didnt tell me
but I knew this
was the dress she had been buried in. I told my mother what
I had dreamnt of
an proceeded to tell her what my grandmother had on when she was
buried.
Needless to say my mother almost dropped cause she knew I was so
young I
hadnt a clue what went on at the funeral. I was right.
When i was about 14 years old, My Aunt Susie was still alive
and living in
an elderly home in Providence, Rhode Island. She moved out
of the family
house shortly after my grandfather passed away in 1988 cause she
was so
extremly stricken with grief. My mom and aunt would talk everyday
and I
rember this so clearly. It was a friday night and my mom was
trying to call
my aunt. Often she would take her hearing aid out and go to
bed. My mom was
going to New York the next day with my father and she told me to
get in touch
with my aunt the next day and let her know she would be back late
Saturday
night and she would call her on Sunday morning. My parents
left at 4 am and
I was still sleeping. At around 4:45 am I woke up out of a dead
sleep and
shot straight up like as if someone had pinched me. The room was
dark but i
felt a very strange uneasy feeling that I was scared. My brother
was
sleeping in the other room and I proceeded to get up out of bed
and go
downstairs. I for some reason immediatly went to the kitchen
sink, opened
the cupboard underneath and grabbed cleaning products out and started
to
clean. I have no idea why i did this but I cleaned for a good
two hours. I
was up all day long, my brother went out and i was home alone.
I tried to
call my aunt numerous times but no answer. I passed it off
as she may have
went out shopping on the bus that day. I still however felt very
uneasy all
day long. That night my mother came home and asked me if i
spoke to my aunt.
I told her i couldnt get in touch with her. She said alright and
said she
would call her in the morning. I awoke around 9 am on
Sunday morning. My
mom was in the other room and i overheard her saying I am going
up to my
aunts cause she is still not answering the phone. I ran out of bed
and up to
my mother and insisted that i go with her. She kind of got mad at
me and
wanted me to stay behind but i insisted that I go with her.
The ride up to
her house i was getting such strange vibes that when we got there
something
wasnt going to be right. WE went into her building and went
to the fifth
floor and stepped out. Her apartment was at the end of the hallway.
When we
reached the end we saw there were two newspapers lying in front
of her door.
One being that of Saturday night and the next being of Sunday morning.
My
mother turned to me with such a cold feeling of sadness. She
turned the key
into the door and looked to the right. My aunt was lying dead on
the kitchen
floor. My mom paniked and i froze. My mother rushed and called
911 and I
stared at my aunt. She looked like she had bent over in the sink
to get stuff
to clean and she had a heart attack and died. ( As i mentioned earlier
this
is what i started to do.) My aunt was facing the cross on the wall
which made
it even sadder. I ran out of the apartment and I didnt know
what to do. I
was very saddened and very frantic just seeing that. The funeral
came and I
wouldnt go near her. I could still smell the stench that prevailed
in her
apartment. It was horrible.
I started not being able to sleep at night thinking my aunts
ghost was in
the house and she was going to hurt me. My aunt would never do such
a thing
but my mind was so incredibly distraught i didnt know what to do.
I was taken
to doctors which couldnt do anything about my sleeping habits for
me. I was
driving my poor mother crazy screaming outloud in the middle of
the night for
her. Finally i had the dream. I was in a half
of a church if u can imagine
that in the middle of a desert. Very windy and dusty. I walked
in and
kneeled down at the altar and said a hail mary and our father and
then
proceeded to turn around. When i did my aunt was standing right
behind me. I
ran to her quickly and hugged her and she looked the same but a
lil muffled
looking in a way. Her skin was a kind of orange color but it was
her. She
explained to me that she was very sorry for having me to go through
what i
did. She never meant for it to happen and she loved us all. I was
crying in
my dream. She said it will all end now and you wont have to suffer
anymore.
The way the dream ended was kind of a future preminition... I was
in my papas
house who hadnt yet died and i was sitting in his chair. I looked
to the left
and down the hallway and saw an extremly bright light illumintating.
I knew
he was the next to go after her. I was in fact extremly close
with him.
Six months later in May 1991, after battling cancer my papa
passed away. I
was devistated but at ease in a way. Before they were going to shut
the
coffin I ran to it without anyone around. My family was already
outside in
the limo. I sat up on the bench and stared down at him and
touched his
forehead.. It was warm.. like it had never lost life and the glimpse
on his
face was that of a smile. I felt at ease. He was the last
to go. I have my
parents who i cherish with my life and I also have my angels that
watch over
me. I know they are there and I get warned in my own ways if danger
arises.
I must say when i awoke from the dream that night, I was
crying and before
i could yell out from my mother i saw a black shadow pass outside
my door as
if my aunt was there sitting next to me. I screamed for my mother
and told
her what happen. I slept every night soundly after that.
IF anyone has any comments or similiar stories please email me at
LiLiG99@hotmail.com.........I hope my story wasnt boring for u.
thank you for
letting me share it
My Strange Experiences Up To Now
By: chrell@earthlink.net
I grew up in a...shall I say particular(?) household. Its
a very old house and I have no knowledge of its history. but all
my life I always felt as if I was being watched, but I grew used to it.
well, 3 years ago, my grandma-great passed away. I felt retched,
I hadn't visited her while she was in the hospital. I cried and thought
"oh grandma, if only I could say good bye." later that day I was
down in the basement w/ my dog and my mom. my dog started barking
and growling w/his tail between his legs. I silently thought "good-bye
grandma. I'll always remember you." shortly after, we moved
to Lebanon, OH. unfortunately, I did not escape what had followed
me my entire life. I was over at my friends and we were joking around
and said "oooh...I feel a ghostly presence." suddenly, it got cold
and the candles went out. there was no draft, the vents were closed
and the door was too. it was winter so the windows were sealed and
locked. we were shaken, but we regained bravery. my friend,
she has a oiuja board and we asked if we could talk to the devil.
well my fiend got a strangled sensation and couldn't breathe. I got
on my knees and prayed/begged to god to let her live. I was sobbing
and she had turned a very pale blue/mauve shade. it stopped. after
that we prayed and went to bed.no other experiences I have experienced
since... and I am so very thankful. well, that is all up to now;
but I am only 14.
By: Peluches69@aol.com
My name is Jorge.I am 18 and I've had some weird things happened
to me in
short years.My father died about 4 or 5 years ago.I moved with my
sister a
while after he died so I could go to school there.When I moved strange
things
started happening.I mostly ignored the little things (bed shaking
every
night,shadows in the dark,etc).The reason I ignored it was because
my sister
and her husband didn't belive me and because after a while I got
used to it
and wasn't scared of it.One night I was asleep and woke up because
of a noise
I guess,when I opened my eyes there was a woman I could tell was
old.I was
scared and paralysed for a split second.She started to say "stay
with her"
and thats when I jumped and turned on the light and she was gone.I
told my
sister like always and she said she didn't belive me but she had
felt weird
things too in the house before (people getting on the bed she was
in,a man
asking her where her son was,etc.)I guess she was just scared of
beliving it
was true.I tried to get info on the apartment but everyone told
me it was
brand new and nothing could have happened there before.I didn't
see anything
for awhile but the bed and chairs where I was at night usually still
shaked
from time to time.On another occassion I awoke (in the same room
as the last
apparition) to find an old man who seemed to be kneeled down next
to me as if
to wissper something,he dissapeared before I could hear what he
was trying to
say.The next day I tell my sister and husband as always,my sister's
husband
proceded to ask me "was it my grandfather?" I found that weird but
it happens
that his grandfather died that morning from a heart attack.I would
say it
wasn't because I saw the old man before his grand father died in
the
morning.I have moved now and the last thing that has happened to
me was not
more than a month ago.I awoke in the middle of the night to find
out I could
not move and I felt a pressence of evil beside me on the bed and
I could feel
he was smiling or grinning and yet I cannot explain exactly how
I knew this
since I was facing the other way,I could just feel it,he was jumping
up and
down on the bed and there was a light on the closet which the door
is just a
few feet off my feet.My sister has told me that I apparently attract
ghost or
there is one after me.Since I don't live with her anymore,she says
that the
only times she sees weird stuff and feels it is when I'm there,she
also says
that it could me my dad because before she died she rubbed his feet
because
it was cold in the hospital he was in,she said that one time I was
there she
felt someone rubbing her feet and thought it was him.I have also
felt a
pressence standing behind me at the end of the best that give out
a feeling
of saveness and comfort.Weird things have happened to me alot
but I cannot
write about them all because it would take to long.I also suffer
alot of
sleep paralysis on which I see apparitions and they are always evil
and scare
me even though I am used to seeing things.I would appreciate any
comments or
explanations to this happening to me.E-mail will be more than welcomed
peluches69@hotmail.com Thanks and congratulations on
your site and thanks
for the information which has helped me understand alot more...
Neighborly Haunting
By: dormay2@hotmail.com
It was in the mid-summer of 99. One sun. morn. I was on the computer
when I
thought I heard a gun shot. I looked out the window but didn't see
anything.
A few hours later the police and an ambulance arrived at my neighbors
house
across the street. All the neighbors were gathered in front of my
house so I
went outside to find out what happened and was told that the man
across the
street from me was found with a bullet in his head. To this day
no one knows
whether he committed suicide or was murdered. The night of the day
he was
laid to rest strange things started happening in my home. I would
wake up to
find my livingroom light on, one night I was standing in my kitchen
when it
came on. This went on untill one night I got angry and yelled at
it to stop
and it did, but then I'd wake up and my computer monitor would be
on and
this still happens. Also I have a cell phone which I turn off each
night to
charge,I wake in the mornings and it would also be on. Just recently
I had
the charger sitting right in front of me and I turned the phone
off and set
it in the cradle, it came right back on. I repeated this three or
four times
in a row and each time it came back on. I finally told it to stop
it and it
stayed off.
Ghost Cat
By: [teedoc@earthlink.net
I have no practical proof of this, but...... my white 2 year old
cat disappeared, and my husband said he thought he seen it up on a road
close to our house, dead in the road of course... well now we see the (ghost)
of our white cat everyday at dinner time. We have an all black cat,
and when he goes to our laundry room at feeding time at night, we see the
white cat walking back and forth in front of the laundry room door, as
if he is waiting his turn to go in and eat dinner. We thought for
the longest time that it was just (our) imagination, but we now have a
roommate that says he also can see the cat, and lots of times you'll be
sitting here in our house and see a white shadow out of the corner of your
eye, and I have had the sensation of a cat jumping up on my bed at night
also....Anyway... Just something kinda creepy I thought I would share.
I really enjoyed the site
By: baxley@wfeca.net
I would like to tell you of the ghost of Mary Buth. I lived in Germantown
Wisconsin from age 9 to 16. I had two older brothers who used to enjoy
nothing more than to see me curl up in the floor board of the car.First
of let me tell you I was on none believer, Yet a scardey cat! One night
my brothers and some of there friends decided to go to this old house.
Known very well as Mary Buth. Located on a road called Lovers lane.I was
not aware of the story at this time. That night there were many of us so
we had to take several cars. I was placed in a car with 3 guys. When we
turned onto the road the house was on. You could see the police tape all
over the trees and the drive way was blockaded. There was a field
next to the house that went back to a thick tree line. I was already scared
and thought this was stupid. So I was rushing them to do what they came
to do and to go home. The mocho football player type guys wanted to into
the house. I didn't so all the guys went into the but one guy stayed with
me in the car. We drove up and down the road incase police would come buy.
When all the sudden the guy driving the car stopped in the middle of the
rode. He seemed to be in a trans of some sort. He was gazing out the window
next to me on the passenger side. When I turned my head to see what he
was looking at. I seen a little white glowing oval shape that was way back
by the tree line. It was moving towards us. Very fast. I was screaming
like a maniac. But the guy was out of it. Finally I did all I knew to do.
I reached my foot over to the gas pedal. He quickly came thru and began
yelling at me for almost killing him. Mean while the guys were still in
the house. I didn't want to go back and get them. So we waited far down
the road. The next thing we knew all the guys were running down the road.
We quickly went a picked them up. They said they never made it into the
house. But while they were trying to enter a woman appeared in the window.
We decided to see if the figure would come back from the woods again. After
sitting there for a long amount of time we decided to leave. We started
the car up. And to our amazment it did appear. But this time it was right
at the car
window looking at us. I have never been so frieghtend in my
whole life. I was closest to the window. I quick got into the floor board
. Praying god to get us out of there fast. But as I was down in the floor
and the guys screaming like girls. I dont think I have ever seen a woman
so beautiful or sad before. She had tears on her cheeks and was wearing
a long white gown. She glowed like a christmas tree. And to this day. I
still dream about that night. I have found out a lot on that haunting.
It seams that that night there was 2 ghosts. One on the outside of the
house and one on the inside. I never went back to that place. In fact I
convinced my parents to move south. I have now been living in Florida for
the last 6 years.But it seems she is still with me in some ways!!!
By: JEEZABEL25@aol.com
I was about six years old when I first encountered ,my ghost.
I was up late
watching some t.v.shows. At the time my parents were in the military,
so we
lived in military housing. Unfortunately I don't remember what base
it was.
Anyway, I felt as though someone were watching me, thinking it was
my mother
I turned around and called to her....nobody answered. I turned back
around
and continued to watch the show. Not ten minutes later I felt the
strange
eyes on me again and this time I turned around to face a figuare
made of the
shadows itelf and burning red eyes. It moved slightly from the dark
in the
kitchen and sort of leaned over mouthing something I couldn't hear.
Then it
was gone. Needless to say that was the last time I stayed up late
by myself.
Some years later at anthor post , My parents had told me I was too
young to
remember , but we were haunted even then. My small black and white
color
television set used to turn on and off byself during times
when I was
asleep.
Some years later, I was about eleven and we had moved
to a new
base...Howard AFB, Panama. (Which was given back to the Panamains
in 98 I
think). It was 11:00 pm and I had just finished unpacking. I grabbed
a book
and settled in bed. When I heard this scratching noise coming from
my
window...at first I ignored it knowing that Panama has bats and
some tend to
nest in the houses. The noise continued two more times, what to
see them I
looked out my window to see the same black figure with burning red
eyes ,
that I saw years before. Only this time I could hear what
it said, "
Johanna" He knew my name , he called my name. Then he walked
down the
sidewalk and disappeared in to the shadows. Some years later
, I was 17 I
was talking to my aunt about this and she that some people can see
angels and
others can see demons. To this I firmlly believe that is what I
saw. I have
tales of true hauntings which I'll sumbit at a later date. In the
meantime
...what do you think it was I saw all those years ago .
By: lizi1desi2@email.msn.com
I've been a believer of ghosts since I was about 9 or 10 yr's. old,
when I came across my first encounter with a ghost.I was staying over night
at my aunts house and myself and 3 of my cousin's were sleeping out in
the livingroom on the couch, floor etc., I slept on the floor and for some
reason I woke up, just tossing and turning and noticed a tall man standing
in front of the dining room table, very still, hands at his side, his face
darkened, he worn a dark suit and just watched over us, I laid there scared
stiff and never took my eyes off him then as the light was coming in threw
the big livingroom window with a blink of an eye he was gone. Some time
later at that same home which was an old farm house, I looked out the window
one night while my cousins and i were playing pool and there down in a
field area next to there land was a saucer like object with colored lights
all around, I walked away from the window and never said a word about it
until years later.As an adult later on I had something grab me and
I turned to see nothing there, That was about it ,until I lost
my only brother who died suddenly at the age of 38 yrs. old. My mom , dad,
and myself had phones going dead while were talking to someone, I was waking
up each night at 4:03am and one night I had just turned off the tv at 4am
and turned over to fall asleep when I heard my roommate I thought sneak
in and come to my bedside table to get a cigerette, I lived upstairs at
the time so I waited for my roommate to get a smoke and I then opened my
eyes to see nothing there and yet the floor creaked
and walked towards the side along my bed and it stopped at
my head. My brother had passed in the bathroom with water running
and my dad, still gets out of nowhere his phone answering machine a message
when no one has called he gets a message with only running water, doors
open without help, a photo of my brother, just his face is in the bottom
of the dish sink thats filled with water and yet its on the bottom, not
floating and it did not go down the drain it came to my hand and no one
knows how it ended up there. There was so many other things that happened
in the first months and now
a year and ahalf later hardly nothing.
By: palpn13@hotmail.com
My name is Cari and I am a nurse from Pittsburgh PA. I decided
to do some research about ghosts and spirits after some strange things
have been happening at my new house. I have lived here less than
a year and I've had many unexplained things happen here. My email
address is palpn13@yahoo.com. Thank for listening.
A couple of days after moving into my new
house, I took my kids to school and when I came home I decided to go back
to sleep instead of finishing the unpacking. I had only been lying
there for a couple of minutes when I heard someone walking up and down
the attic steps. Thinking that my Aunt had come over to help me finish
unpacking, I got up to go help her. I called her name but she didn't
answer. I went to the attic door but the door was locked from the
outside. Not knowing what it was I chalked it up to new house noises.
A few weeks later I was lying on the couch
one evening after the kids had gone to bed, watching television when I
saw a shadowy figure walk across the kitchen doorway and pass through.
I got up to look but there was no one there. A couple of days later
my Aunt was watching the kids and told me that she was watching television
and saw someone in the kitchen walking around, she thought it was my brother,
although she had not heard him come in, and she got up to go talk to him
but there was no one there. She didn't mention this to me for about
a week after it happened. In the meantime I had been hearing other
strange noises like someone walking in the attic, and up and down the hallway.
I had never told any one about any of my experiences so far because I was
skeptical and sure that there was some other explanation for this.
My Aunt then mentioned to me about
her strange experience in the kitchen. I just got chills because
I had seen the same thing and that's when I told her about everything else
I had experienced. She already believed in ghosts and spirits, but
I did not, although I was starting to believe.
Soon after moving in my four year old started
having an imaginary friend that she played with in her room. I thought
this was sort of out of character for her, but I thought that I may have
had to do with the move.
Many other little things started happening
but they didn't seem menacing. At Christmas we invited over some
people that have lived behind us for 16 years. I didn't tell them
what had been happening, because I didn't want them to think I was crazy,
but I still wanted to find out some history about the house. They
said they think an old woman named Agnes had lived here but she died.
They are not sure if she died in the house or in the hospital though.
Then after Agnes another couple bought the house but the wife died of cancer
very young, like 36 or something. She died in the hospital but she
had loved the house very much.
After those people left I started thinking
about my daughter and her imaginary friend so I asked her about it.
She said her friend was a lady like me. I asked what they did.
She said they played in her room. I asked her where she went when
they were done playing and she said she flies down the steps. This
gave me chills because my daughter is a very serious child and doesn't
usually make things like this up. Her friend stopped coming to see
her soon after this.
Everything stopped for awhile. Then
one morning I went into the living room and turned on the switch for the
overhead light but it didn't go on. It was then that I found that
someone had turned the light out by the switch on the ceiling fan.
My brother had been staying with me and I made a mental note to remind
him to turn the light out by the wall switch. Later that evening,
I mentioned it to him but he said he hadn't touched it. That's when
he asked me why I was moving boxes at 2:30am. I said that I wasn't.
He was staying in the basement game and said that he had just gone to bed
when he heard someone come in the front door, drop what sounded like boxes
on the floor then back out and close the door. Whoever this thing
was, it was back.
I started hearing noises again and one
night the cat went behind the nightstand, hissed at nothing, then ran out
of the room. Another time I felt something sit on the side of my
bed while I was trying to sleep, but when I turned over there was nothing
there. Another time I was cleaning the kitchen floor and the kitchen
was pretty chilly, but when I reached for something on the counter I put
my arm through this intense heat. It was just a small area of heat
because my arm was could on either side except for the middle where the
heat was. Then again after that, there was nothing for awhile.
Then one night I came home from work very
late, at midnight, and my Aunt was on the verge of hysterics. All
of the lights were on in the house and she was crying. When she calmed
down she told me that she had just finished the dishes around 11pm and
she went into the living room to sit and watch the news when she saw this
bright purple glowing figure peak out from around the dining room wall.
It then stretched out it's arms and started floating into the living room
toward her. She was paralyzed with fear but managed to run outside.
When she came back in the figure was gone. A couple of weeks after
that I came home late again and I was talking to her when the light above
the sink in the kitchen went out. I turned to ask her if she saw
that and the light went back on. I went in and shook the light thinking
that maybe the bulb was loose or there was a short but it didn't go out
again. After this I went next door to talk to my other neighbors
about the happenings. They said that the people who lived there before
me described some of the same things I have.
I decided to look on the web for some help,
when I was home recently and I heard what sounded like heavy furniture
being dragged across the floor upstairs. The cat heard it too because
he ran to the steps but wouldn't go up.
This is my strange experiences.
The Legend of the Ghostly Lantern Light
By: NovemberGirl22@aol.com
This is a true story about a mysterious ghostly light that
appears on some
railroad tracks that I myself and other people who live here that
I know have
also witnessed themselves. It all started when I was in the first
grade at my
school that our class went on a field trip to this playground in
another
nearby city here and at that time, we rode a train to the station
to get to
this playground on our field trip. I remember when it was time for
us to go
back home, our teacher rounded up all the kids in my class to get
ready so we
would not miss our train back home. We were standing at the station
on a
platform and I, my teacher and my class kept seeing from a distance
down the
train tracks, a flickering light. This was late in the afternoon
and it was a
cloudy day and the light would flicker on and off for awhile then
stop only
to continue to flicker again. The teacher thought it must be the
light of our
train that was soon to come but this flickering light did not move,
it just
stayed in one place on the railroad tracks but it was too far away
down the
tracks for us to figure out what it was. This light continued for
at least I
would say for about a half an hour and I remember us all standing
there
thinking our train was on it's way but the train was late and the
mysterious
light that was flickering stopped way before our train arrived.
I told my
brother about it and he was not a bit surprised because he himself
had
witnessed this flickering light at this same train station and some
of his
friends. One of his friends was skeptical about it and they decided
to drive
out there to this now old train station and they parked near the
train tracks
and waited for awhile and sure enough, they both saw this strange
flickering
light that night and his friend became a believer but they couldn't
understand what this was. We found out later as years went by that
other
people who had witnessed this light said that a long time ago, a
man was out
walking with a lantern one night by the railroad tracks and it was
very dark
out there in the country with all the trees and when the man was
walking with
his lantern in his hand, tragically, he was accidently hit by a
train and
killed. I have heard different versions to this story and the ghostly
lantern
light that we saw that time is supposed to be the light of the man's
lantern
he was carrying on that tragic night he was hit by a train. I am
36 now and I
don't know if this old train station is still there but perhaps
the railroad
tracks where this ghostly light appears is still there. I still
remember that
strange flickering light to this day. I also recall that the light
was white
and it would get bigger and then smaller as it would flicker. Some
say it is
the spirit of the man who was hit by the train and some say it is
the ghostly
light of his lantern.
By: Pastor's Wife
We have ministered in a tiny church for
almost 13 years. The church
parsonage is on the church grounds. Unseen people chat in
the halls and
sounds of moving/falling boxes are heard in the church.
There is a white t-shirted man who walks
by our den windows outside and
sometimes, but not always, makes it to the sliding glass back door.
Visitors
will say, "You have more company", but we know it's just 'the man'.
(Day or
Night)
When our teenage children were home the
house was always experiencing
oddities (TV sounds, but no TV on...,muffled voices calling in the
night,
enlongated lights visiting our bedside, etc.) Now that they
are out of the
house, it's rather calm.
We don't go to the church at night-alone.
By: TCMHC1@aol.com
My boyfriend and I were spending my Halloween Birthday on the Queen
Mary
about two years ago.
We went for a walk around the ship about 12 am because we couldn't
sleep.
When we were coming back he stopped to kiss me and I noticed two
men in older
uniforms walking down the main passageway. They passed us
mumbling and
laughing but it wasn't audible laughter.
There are no entrance doors and when I looked up they were gone.
No sound no
door closing, just cut off.
I was intrigued because my minor in College is in Paranormal Psychology,
so
curiosity set in and I went to the same spot the next night at the
same time.
They passed again and this time I shouted out to them but
they continued
walking, turned down the hall, I followed and they had disappeared.
My House Haunted
By: sthompson@ionet.net
I have lived in my house for about five years now when I first moved
in me
and my roomate were sitting in the living room when my 3 year
old Dalmation
jumped up and began staring at the corner of the living room the
hair on the
back of his neck began to stand up and he started to growl he did
this for
about one minute then he slowly turned and began to look over the
television
as if he was following something and he continued to growl for another
30
seconds. Afew months later during the middle of the night we could
hear the
dishes in the cabinets shaking. We didnt think to much of this since
we knew
there was a quarry a few miles away and we figured that they may
be
blasting. Until we talked to them about their blasting times and
they stated
they only blasted in the early afternoons a few years later My roomate
moved
out and I got married our young daughter was sleeping in her room
one night
when I was awakened by her screaming when I went into her room I
saw her
light flashing on and off rapidly. I then turned the light off and
the light
went off but immeadiatly came back on while the switch was off and
began
flashing again since then items would disappear and reappear in
strange
places. the cabinets in the kitchen would be open in the morning
when I had
shut the the night before and during the day I would shut the cabinet
doors
only to find all of them wide open again a few minutes later when
I was the
only one in the house. We recently had a baby and he slept in our
room for
the first few months. We attatched a Mobile on his bassinet one
night while
my wife was asleep and I was watching TV inour room the mobile turned
on by
itself. The mobile played a series of songs then turned off. This
happended
three times that night. The next night I was telling my wife about
this and
while I was talking about it the Mobile bega to play again on it's
own while
it was turned to the off posistion. Since then we moved the baby
into his
room and monitored him through a baby monitor which is a top the
line highly
sensitive type. Several times while awake at night You can hear
a womens
voice on the monitor however you can't make out what she is saying.
Whatever it
is seems has been helpful at times one night we left the windows
open and a
storm came in over night while we were asleep when I got up the
next morning
all the windows were shut neither me or my wife had closed them
during the
night. When the Mobile played by itself one of the times the baby
had just
began to cry when the mobile started and quickly stopped when he
heard the
music. The few thing that I had forgotten to mention the first time
I sent this
was the Knocking sounds which just sounds like someone knocking
on the door
this usually happens in the early evening around 7-10 Pm. Occasionally
it is
later at night but when it happens later it is usually louder and
sounds like
it might be in the attic. My daughter has come out of her rooms
numerous times
asking if we had called her name and each time both my wife and
I have been in
the living room and we hadnt been talking let alone calling her
name. One night
I was lying in bed still awake while every one else had been asleep
which is
not uncommen since I am used to working night shifts and had recently
changed
to days about 6 months ago so I am somewhat of a night owl. anyways
I see a
shadow in the living room which you can see the light from the living
room from
my bedroom. I figured that it was my daughter who happens to sleep
walk so I
went in to check on her and she was not that part of the house.
So I Figured
that i was just mistaken then I see a little girl walk right past
my room which
looked just like my daughter but I had just looked all over for
her so I got up
and looked into her room where she was sound asleep in her bed.
The eerie thing
about it was that when the girl walked past my room she looked directly
at me
while she was walking but the way the light set up in my house is
I could not
see her face clearly and she appeared to be fully dressed however
when I
checked on my daughter she was in her nightgown. We have given the
incidents in
our house a name"Gertrude" she has never harmed us and on many ocassions
been
helpful. Events like these continue to happen almost on a dailey
basis some
smaller than other The most recent event happened when we were getting
ready to
go to Texas and since there were two cars going down there we were
going to use
some radios that I had. I had set them out on the computer desk
the morning
before we left but when I got home from work about 1:00pm one of
them was
missing I searhced the entire house including the kids room and
even the attic.
But it was nowhere to be found. and noone had been home since we
had left for
work at 8:00am. So we gave up the search and went on our trip when
we returned
my wife was getting her nightgown on and found the other radio in
a drawer in
our dresser that I had searched twice and my wife had searched once.
but it was
there sitting on top of everything as if someone had placed it there
for us to
find. little stuff Like that happens frequently and continues to
this day.
School Ghost
By: mat215@perthmail.com
I was about 17 yrs of age and went to boarding school in Western
Australia.
We Where allowed to go out to our cubby's on the weekend's! We came
back
early around 1:00am in the morning, we all decided to talk for a
while so we
went on trapolines. We where talking and one of my friend's said
look up
there,(there were four friend's including me.) We all saw it. We
saw a
vision on top of the roof of the school, we all saw it go across
then we saw
the image yell like a scream and then it fell, we all frightend
buy now so
we all ran to our dormatory and went to bed, but did not get much
sleep. We
decided to go to one of the Brother's this was a Catholic School.
The
Brother told in orphan day's the boy's were allowed to play on top
of the
school, he said one of the boy's fell or got pushed off the roof
and fell
and hit his head on a old tap and died.So buy now we all worked
it out it
was a ghost.this is a true story.
By: M00NDRIFTER@cs.com
I have several stories to tell, two actually.
For years I thought I was
nuts. At times, since my first experience was at the age of
seven, I brushed
it off as the boogie man. But my second experience, as an
adult, was
experienced by my husband and son too.
1) When I was seven years old, we lived in a
three story row home in
Philadelphia. I occupied the middle bedroom on the
second floor. I know this sounds strange cause in the most famous
stories of we usually hear, it's always the third floor that
gets haunted. But that wasn't the case. My bed was in
the corner to the
left of the doorway. Straight ahead from the door was
a corner
containing the doors to my closet, and one leading to the
front bedroom (which had been locked
by a skeleton key we did not have. We did not own the
house, we rented it.) My dresser
was against the far wall, and the only window was in the far left
corner, adjacent to the door
leading to the front room. I'd wake up every night, in the
middle of the night, to see a
shadow of human form standing in the middle of my room.
I would scream, and my Mother's
boyfriend would come rushing in (at first) . After
a while,
this became routine: "Nothing in the closet, nothing
under your bed,
see that? It was just the boogie man. Go back to sleep."
When he found us
nother home to rent in a better neighborhood, we moved out,
and the
shadow stopped. I would often sleep in my sisters room when
she was at
a friends house, or up on the third floor with my older brother,
nothing ever happened in either of those two places.
2) This next experience, involves a house on
Fort Bragg, NC.
We had lived there for about a year or two when
this all started. It began with the scent of Baby
powder, and I
was the only one experiencing it, at first. After a while,
it involved the
computer turning on by itself (and staying on). My husband
and I heard
scratches on our dining room window, he'd go out
to chase the "cat"
away. But when we'd look out the back door, a
straight look to the
outside of the window, nothing was ever there. (there was
also a
screen over both the lower windows that could only be removed from
the
inside. Yet they were never damaged. When
I would walk into my and
my husbands bedroom, things would fall off my dresser.
At first
we thought it was the floor. But when he walked in a
couple of
times on HIS side of the room, things still fell off MY dresser.
The shade
on the dining room window flew up on its own when my husband and
son
were sitting in the living room, I was not at home. There
was also the
time the scent of flowers (I didn't have any in the house),
moved
through the dining room, from me to where my husband had just
entered. Each of us smelled it for just a brief second, me
first, then him.
I was sitting at the computer at this time, and he had just entered
the dining room. There were also the scents of different types
of
cologne, smelled by my husband in the living room in a single day,
and
only on that day. My husband does not wear cologne, and my
son didn't start
till a few months later. On day, while looking into
my mirror on
the dresser, I saw the image of a woman. She was in
white with
curly brown hair (light brown) and it was as though she was standing
next to me. She seemed to be looking at me, but when I turned
to look at
her, there was no one there. My son, who occupied the other
of the
only two bedrooms of this town house, saw a shadow at his doorway
on
many nights. He told me that sometimes it would disappear,
and at
others it would just go down the stairs. He'd told me that
he has seen
this shadow since he can remember, but I thought it might be
important to this incident. There was also the incident where I
was sitting alone in the living room one Halloween, I had my eyes
closed just trying to meditate and relax. I felt the cushion
next to me
move, as though someone had sat down. I thought it might be
my
son, so I turned to tell him to go back to bed. But
no one was there.
Sometimes, in spite of everything.
I often wonder if imagined it, or if I somehow
infected my whole family
with insanity. But I want to know. Is it possible for
an individual to be
haunted? Even though the apartment we now live in on Fort
Jackson in South
Carolina seems "clean" (I don't really think of spirits as "dirty,"
its just
for lack of a better word), I still live with the fear that one
day I am
going to turn around and this horrible looking being is going to
be standing
there. So I want to learn as much about this as I can.
I have been
considering going to collage, taking up paranormal psychology.