I'm 34-years-old now, soon to be 35, I still can't figure out if
what was happening at my parents home when I was around 11 was real, or
just my imagination. I have lived with what happened, constantly
trying to explain to myself that there was some logical answer for it.
I guess I should just write out what happened, way back then!
I can't exactly remember what time of year it was, although it must have been during a warmer season, because I was sleeping with only a sheet over me and no blanket.
I was awake, at least I think I was, when something caused me to sit up in the bed. I rubbed my eyes, then looked around my room. When my eyes were adjusted to the little amount of light in my room, I could tell that everything in my room was normal, so I pulled the sheet back over me and snuggled back into my bed. Then I heard a strange sound, I remember laying there and wondering, what is that? What type of sound was that? As I kept listening, the only sound I could relate it to was how my grandfather use to drink his coffee.
He would pour about a quarter cup of coffee into his cup, then place the cup on a saucer. His hands were so shaky that every time he went to take a sip of his coffee, the cup would clink and clatter against the saucer. He had passed away when I was about 6 though.
Before he had died I remember sitting in his lap and telling Pa paw to get a cup of coffee, because it made me giggle so much at how he drank it! He would just sit there and laugh right along with me!
That was the exact sound I was hearing that night. I climbed out of my bed and went to my brother's room, I shook him to wake him up to hear what I was hearing. As soon as my brother acknowledged me, the sound went away.
My brother who is 5-years older than me did the typical saying of siblings "leave me alone and go back to bed, you retard!"
I did go back to my room, I got back under my sheet. Within minutes I heard the clattering again! Only, this time it was closer sounding! The first sound seemed to have been way down the hallway, but this was more like it was right in my doorway! I leaped out of bed quickly turning on my light! There was nothing there! I left my light on and walked backwards down the hallway watching my room. The clattering was still going on but I couldn't see anything. I felt the molding of the doorway to my parents' room, then turned to go in their room. I got to the headboard of my mother's side of the bed and reached out to wake my mom up. The instant I touched her, the sound once again went away! I still woke her and asked, " did you hear that?" She raised up in bed and held me, asking what was wrong. I couldn't tell her, I just asked if I could PLEASE sleep with them. She scooted over and let me in the bed. It woke my dad up and he took care of some nature business, then came back and laid down. He asked what was wrong, and I told them I was hearing noises. My dad spilled out a hundred things it could be, but he was sweet and still let me sleep with them.
At some point in the night, my mother woke me up and told me it was time for me to get back into my own bed. She walked me down the hall and tucked me back in. I was comfortable with it, and she went back to her room.
I honestly think I fell straight back to sleep. Then it started again! The clinking and clanking noise was right in my bed with me this time!!
This is the part that freaked me out the most! I woke up in a panic, I threw the sheet up to get out of bed and the sheet stood straight out on the side I threw up, I laid there starring at it. It was in a perfect diagonal as if someone was holding it like that so I could get out! I was so scared to move, I just laid there and kept looking at it, thinking that it will fall back over me, It can't just stand like that. I waited and waited for it to fall back down, but it never did. I know this sounds like a cliche, but, it did feel like I was starring at the standing sheet for 5 or 6 minutes, when it may have only been seconds! All I know is, I starred at it long enough to cause 2 thoughts in my mind. "Do I run?.....and why? Or do I stay? and why?" The sheet stood up long enough for me to actually analyze a decision!
In the midst of all my thinking, I gave up and RAN! It seemed that my brother nor my parents would desire me to bother them again with it, so I just ran into the living room and turned on all the lights, as well as the TV.
I mumbled under my voice, "whatever you are, you are scaring me! please leave me alone!" I left the lights and TV on, and curled up in my Dad's recliner. Nothing else happened that night.
A whole year passed without another incident. Until I had a palate party at my house. Seven giggly girls trying to see what mischief they could cause! We all sat around telling little ghost stories and talking about boys. Then I decided to actually reveal what had happened a year or so ago. Naturally, everyone was enamored by the story, but no one would believe it!
Later that night, well actually early morning, there were about 4 of the 7 of us still slightly awake, we heard a noise in the kitchen that is right next to the living room where we all had our knapsacks laid out. We looked around the room to see who had slipped past us to get some snacks. Everyone was accounted for!!!
We all grouped together, I mean hanging on tight to each other, poked our faces into the kitchen to see if anyone was in there. We saw no one! Alicia, one of my best friends, said, "where is your brother?" We laughed for a few seconds cause we figured he would be goofing with us. Then we went to his room which is at the other total furthest from the kitchen, and he was in his room! We all rounded the hall all disappointed that we probably just missed catching him pulling a joke on us.
When we got back into the living room the others had woke up, they were all bashing us about how our little noisy game in the kitchen wasn't scarring them! Me and the 3 others that were up with me said at the same time "we weren't in the kitchen, we were trying to see if Paula's retard brother was trying to scare us"!
Of course they bickered with us, how were we going to make them believe we did nothing? We didn't have to, because through all the arguments, something was in the kitchen again!
There are only 2 entrances to the kitchen, the living room door way, and the dinning room one! We decided to break up in groups! 3 went to the dinning room door, 4 went to the living room one. We all blasted through the entrances and saw nothing! We decided to fix ourselves a snack while we were in there, then turned our backs to walk away. As soon as we did, the counter drawers flew out! Who could pull out drawers simultaneously within less than a second? We all stood there starring at the open drawers. They never moved, so I walked over and pushed them back in.
Susan was the first person to say, "This is scaring me" , then all the others said the same, "THIS IS SCARY".
We went back into the living room and turned on all the lights. Nothing else happened after we all said it was scaring us and we actually did end up sleeping.
My mom and dad came through our little sleeping quarters the next day and jokingly bumped into each one of us. My parents were mouthing off about how they hoped we had a good time and enjoyed our sleep, because they didn't get any sleep!
You would not believe how many little girls were fighting over a phone so that they could call their parents to come get them!!!!!! Needless to say, I never even bothered having a palate party at my house again. No one would have come. Least I was still invited to theirs.
One day while I was at a old babysitter's house I was helping take
care of 6
kids when we heard a noise from downstairs. you can't get down there from the
house, you have to go outside. I took the kids and we went to "investigate"
the noise. We heard a noise, but when I went to see what the noise was
imnside there was no one there and it was quiet when we were inside. then
went back outside and closed the door we heard it again. Some of the kids
were scared so I brout them back into the house. up to this day they still
Hi, I'm going to try to send this story again. I've tried two
but as I was about to send it, two different computers crashed on me before I
I have always thought that there were ghosts. I have never actually seen one
but throughout my whole life I have been "aware" of them. I would be
watching tv and I would hear the chairs in my mother's kitchen move as if
someone was sitting in them. My dog would bark at nothing in particular.
This is all really incidental compared to the strange things that I've
encountered in my last apartment.
My apartment was in Southern New Jersey. It was a three story house built
by my old neighbor's grandparents. Judging by my neighbor's age, it would
have to have been built before the turn of the century. It once was a gas
station and there is proof that there was a pretty decent fire in it at one
time. I lived on the second floor with my boyfriend, a friend, and later my
son. The downstairs apartment was under construction and didn't have any
floors or interior walls. The apartment was set up in such a way that when
you climbed the flight of steps you ended up looking at the two small
bedrooms. You turned the corner and the bathroom and kitchen were a step up
from the bedrooms. The living room was at the front of the house. I just
wanted to give a floor plan so the things I'm about to explain are a little
When we first moved in, I was pregnant with my son. I was home mostly by
myself during the day. The first thing that I would notice is that the
toliet would flush itself. It wouldn't just be water running but a full
fledged flush. I would be watching tv and it would happen. One time I was
actually in the bathtub when it happened and I had peeked out to see if my
boyfriend had stepped in, but when I called his name he was in the living
room. Another time, my boyfriend was taking a shower and my friend and I
were talking in the living room. All of a sudden, my friend's radio which
was in the bedroom started playing full blast. I chalked it up to reception
problems and when he informed me that that was a CD, I got frightened. I
would hear footsteps go up and down our steps at night. My bedroom was right
in front of the stairs so I know no one was on them. I would wake up at
night and swear that rats were trying to eat me, or that there were cigarette
butts burning in our bed. We would also about once a month get a bird in the
attic, one of those black birds with the metalic green eyes. I know that is
a bad omen of somekind, but can not remember where I heard it. Some of my
boyfriends friends tried to use a Ouji board but when they started getting
answers they chalked it up to somebody earthly was moving it.
With all this going on, whatever or whoever, that was in this apartment
didn't do us any harm that I know of. But for some reason, I believe that
whatever it was, doesn't want my story told. For this is the third time that
I've written it.... I hope it works
I have loved your web sight ever since I found it by accident a year
few months ago I started working as the grave shift supervisor at an old
hospital on top of a hill in the Seattle area. (I have to leave the name out
for security reasons) The first night I worked there I was told that the
building was haunted. By a nurse on the 6th floor and other strange
phenomenon the building. It even made the paper a few years back. One night
a few months back I was unlocking some of the doors on the first floor and
bracing them with wedges before the employees come in for the day. I had
just braced the east wing door and walked over to the west wing door and
braced it. I looked up an saw the door on the east wing swing slowly shut. I
walked over to it and peered into the glass window beside it seeing if one
of my guards had gone into the area and closed it. Their was no one back
their so as a precaution I went into the area and searched the entire wing
looking for any one who might be back their. I found no one when I then went
to look at the door I saw the wedge was four feet away and on the wrong side
of the door if it had just come loose and swung shut. Then a few weeks later
I was walking in the same area and felt the hairs stand up on the back of my
neck. As I glanced back over my shoulder to see a black figure with a pale
white face sneaking up on me. When it saw me it dove into a cubicle after a
moments shock I ran after it and their was nothing their but an empty
cubicle, and a cold spot. From other stories from other employees things
like this happen all the time. One of the guards told me she was getting on
and elevator to go down to a different floor with another guard and she
heard some one clear their voice behind her. They had just cleared the floor
and their was no one on the floor. Thank you for hearing my story and
putting up with the bad spelling and grammar.
My name is Robin, and I have two incidents to tell you about.
happened the very same day, and it still makes me wonder what it was.
The first incident happened while I was at work, at a large retail store. I
had just walked out of the stockroom, when I felt four distinctive fingers,
slide across the right side of my neck. It felt very cold, and I shivered
all the way to my toes.
The second incident happened while I was driving home from work. Before I
had left work, My 21 year old daughter called me, and we got into an
argument. I left work crying and very upset. Traffic was heavy that
evening, and I must not have been paying attention to what I was doing,
because I felt a hand grab my left thigh...hard! I gasped, my heart was
going ninety miles an hour, and I started paying more attention to my
driving. A couple miles ahead, a car wrecked, and everyone slammed on their
brakes. If I would not have been paying attention, I KNOW I would have never
stopped in time.
Please let me know what you think?
The White Woman
Hi my name is Daniel I was eleven years old when I had my ghost
experince. I was at my grandparents when it happened. It was October 26,
and it was very cold. That night my family and I whet inside there house to
have dinner. First we ate dinner then everyone gathered around the table to
play a game of cards. After we were finished we watched some tv.Then my
family and I told everyone by then we walked out the door. As I was
standing in the front lawn I looked across the street and I saw here a
women in a white dress was floating there. I couldn't get a good look at
here face, but she raised on arm and pointed at me. Ever since that night I
have seen her almost every night in October.
The Hand Print
There is a covered bridge in Harford County, Maryland
that is reputed to
be haunted. It crosses a shallow ravine in a residential neighborhood. Once
you cross the bridge there is a dead end road with about 10 houses on it.
The bridge was built somewhere in the middle of the 19th century, but I
believe that there must have been a recent repair and/or renovation of the
bridge due to the fact that the planks were remarkably clean and free of
warping, splitting, or cracking.
It isn't unusual for people to go down to the bridge at night in an
attempt to see or hear something ghostly, much to the dismay of the small
community's residents. The number of visits to the bridge increase around
One cold October about 3 years ago, six of my friends and I went down to
the bridge. I lead the way in my car, followed by some other friends in a
truck. Once we got to the bridge, I crossed and parked my car on the grassy
area on the side of the road. My friends parked behind me.
We got out with our flashlights shining and walked the short, dark
distance to the bridge. I felt uneasy from the moment I saw the bridge.
but I convinced myself it was because of the fact that if someone took
exception to our presence on the bridge, they could call the police and have
us all arrested for tresspassing.
And so, being the oh so brave female that I am, I took a deep breath and
continued my walk towards the mouth of the covered bridge. I shined my
flashlight towards the bridge and saw my friend Kenny standing near the side
of the bridge looking at something on the wall and in the distance I could
see the glowing ember of my Christine's cigarette.
So far so good, I thought to myself as I continued foward. I absently
noticed as I stepped onto the bridge that suddenly I was colder, which I
later found strange due to the fact that the bridge provided a barrier
against the cold wind that night and it should have been a slight bit warmer.
I walked to about the center of the bridge when I suddenly felt the
bridge shudder, as if many people were jumping on it, and then stop just as
suddenly. I looked around , but all I saw was Kenny doing the same. There
was no one jumping and only the very faint sound of the wind blowing and my
I walked to the other side of the bridge and turned around. I could see
my car's windshield glaring due to the faint illumination of a porch light.
Kenny and the others were standing on the other side of the bridge and
Christine was slightly in front of me, just by the "wall" of the bridge.
But who was that in the shadows walking towards me? I held my breath and
waited. But the mysterious person never imerged. I directed the beam of my
flashlight into the darkness, but the only thing on the bridge was a few
leaves and Christine walking across to join the others.
I started back across the bridge, slightly shaking and very unerved, when
out of the darkness I heard another set of footsteps, very distinct and very
heavy. I turned to look behind me, but nothing was there, much to my dismay.
I turned and ran off of the bridge, reaching Kenny first and telling him
that I was ready to go. He could tell I was frightened and only laughed,
thinking that I was scared of nothing.
I kept insisting I wanted to leave when suddenly Christine said, "What
the hell is that?"
We all turned to see a faint misty shape moving towards us very slowly.
It only took us all looking at it for just a moment to realize that it had a
very definate human shape. I stared in fascination while the others turned
and ran. Kenny, realizing that I wasn't with them, ran back and grabbed my
arm, dragging me with him towards my car.
I kept looking behind me at the shape until it disappeard upon reaching
the other side of the bridge. When I reached the car I got in the passenger
side and threw Kenny the keys, insisting he drive, because I was too shaken
Just after Christine got in the backseat there was a tremendous thump
upon my rear window, almost as if someone's hand had slapped the windshied. I
turned to look behind the car, but no one was there. Everyone else was in
the truck which was driving towards the bridge.
Kenny started the car and turned around, heading towards the bridge. He
slammed on the brakes as a dark shape ran across the beam of light cast by
the headlights. I watched in fascination as the shadowy figure ran across
the ravine on thin air. I heard Christine squeel as Kenny spun wheels in his
hurry to get out of there.
I remember kneeling on the seat so that I could get a full view of the
bridge as we left. As it faded into obscurity I shuddered, realizing that I
had had yet another brush with the paranormal.
Later that night we all decided to go to Denny's. As we got out of the
car I saw a shape high up on my rear windshield. Higher than the reach of
any of us that were present that night. A shape that sent shivers down my
spine and made my knees weak.
It was a hand print, perfectly formed, situated up near the top of my
rear window in such a place that someone would have to be standing on the
trunk of the car to make.
I vowed never to go back to that bridge if I could help it and so far I
have kept that vow.
Our Ghost Heritage
My siblings and I were raised by our maternal grandmother,
and she has
a treasure throve of ghost stories from when she was a child, back in
As you may already know, Mexico City was the capital of Mexico, way
before the Spaniards conquered the native peoples, and one of the most
recognized tribes of that period was that of the Aztecs.
The Aztecs where known for their sacrifices to their Sun god, and their
fierce warriors. But when the Conquistadores arrived, the Aztecs' blood
thirst was not enough to deter the invading armies from Spain. Soon the
capital of Mexico became the capital of Spanish rule in the new world,
and from then on, controlled the country, as far north as Oregon, and as
far east, as Texas.
Any way, what I am trying to say is that Mexico City, the oldest parts
of the city that is; is full of haunted houses, most belonging to
Spaniards, and their descendants. My grandmother grew up in such a
house, and she had many tales of ghostly occurrences, and strange
phenomenon. One story goes about strange balls of fire flying across
the sky, some people believed that the fireballs were witches, out on
some evil errand, some thought were ghosts, hovering above hidden
treasures, looking for a worthy person to bequeath the hidden gold. One
of the oldest ghost tales in that region is of "La Llorona", or "The
Crying Woman". She is said to haunt a certain river, that goes by the
name "Consulado", and her story goes likes this: She is a woman who is
terribly upset at her cheating husband, and so to get even with him, she
drowns her children in the river. She then realizes what she's done,
and drowns herself. Her ghost is said to haunt the river (or any other
body of water for that matter) and she is heard crying out for her
children "Haay mis hijos!" "Ooh my children!". My grandmother told us
on several occasions that she heard the cry, usually late at night, and
she and her family would start praying the Rosary.
Another story she told us, was when she was older, she used to live in
another of the old houses, that belonged to some Spaniard, and the
kitchen, they use to have huge brick chimneys for cooking. She was
cooking a pot of beans one time, and suddenly she saw an avalanche of
ashes pouring down from the chimney, onto the pot, and grandma was
really upset, thinking that the beans were spoiled. But when she looked
into the pot to see the damage, there was no ash to be seen. She also
told us about the strange sounds and weeping heard during the night, and
ghostly lights floating about.
My siblings and I always enjoyed her stories, but we were not really
that impressed, since we've never seen anything out of the ordinary, and
thought that the tales were just a means to scare us into good
behavior. It is really hard to think about paranormal stuff, here in
the US, specially living here in the Silicon Valley, but my sister and I
soon found out that no matter how civilized we are, the strange and
unusually will always find ways to haunt us.
We grew up here in San Jose, and stayed in the same street pretty much
the whole time. We moved a couple of times, but always within the same
street. Our last house was a duplex, with one unit on top of the
other. We were on the upstairs unit, and lived there for a good number
of years. The previous tenants on that unit were, it seems, members of
the Rosicrucians, for we found many books and pamphlets up in the attic
space. There were several books on the occult as well, but we were not
really interested in any of that, and so we left the books there. I
myself never saw or heard anything, but my youngest brother would say
that he often felt a presence there, specially at night, and that he
thought that the "being" was malevolent.
At one time, my sister was having awful nightmares, and asked if she
could stay in my room. I agreed, and so my sister got her sleeping bag,
and settled down on the floor. She then says that she awoke in the
middle of the night, and saw a figure of a woman, sitting at the foot of
my bed, staring into the closet. At first she thought it was me, since
I tended to sleep walk at time, but when she looked at the head of the
bed, she saw me lying there, asleep. Then she turned again, to see at
the sitting figure, and the apparition was gone. She never asked to
sleep in my room again.
And from that night on, we believed in our grandmother's ghost stories
Are you still looking for new ghost stories? Just in
case you are my family
and I had an experience with the Netherworld in 1982 in Cripple Creek,
Colorado which is an old mining town located in the very high Rocky Mts.
behind Pikes Peak. At the time our family consisted of my husband Vernon,
Sam our daughter aged 12 years old, Jason our little 3 year old son, and
I have always loved old places and for my birthday in August 1982 my husband
suggested we go up to Cripple Creek and spend the night in one of the old
hotels there in town. I was told that there were two main hotels and I
picked the Palace Hotel just at random.
We arrived about noon and checked into the Palace. Upon entering the lobby
Sam and I both had a very negative feeling about the place, but we didn't say
anything about our feelings.
Our rooms were on the second floor and we reached them by walking down a long
narrow hallway. Our rooms were at the very end of the building. We had
connecting rooms numbers 3 and 4. The rooms were roughly 10' X 10' and were
connected by opening two of the old wooden sliding doors, the type that slide
back into the wall when opened. The rooms were furnished in antiques, brass
beds, wooden dressers and tables. There was no phone or TV in either room.
Each of the doors leading out into the hall had one of the old transom
windows at the top of door and there was a double bed in each room.The rooms
had two standard windows in them, and there was one bathroom for the two
rooms. You had to specify that you wanted a private bathroom.
We got our things settled and then went out to look the town over and do some
tourist type things. We ate dinner at the other hotel there in town, and
looked the place over after dark. We came back to the room and Sam and
Jason went into the second room, with Vernon being the last one in and while
he still had his hand on the door knob after closing the door we heard this
great crash on the door to our room. It sounded like a huge man had slammed
his body into the door or violently kicked it. Vernon immediately opened
the door, to see nothing but a long empty hallway in front of him. Vernon
and I looked at each other uncertainly and he closed the door. We weren't
about to say anything because Sam was already spooked as it was.
Our sleeping arrangements were going to be for Sam and Jason in one bed,
Vernon and I in the other. At bedtime Sam said, "I'm sorry, but I am afraid
to sleep in there with Jason, this place is too scary." So Vernon said he
and Sam would take one bed and Jason and I would take the other.
After everyone was in bed, with the two kids asleep, I noticed that the dim
hall light would be on one minute and then would be turned off. This went on
all night. Before I went to sleep I thought it was too warm in our room and
opened the window by the bed. We slept all night with just the sheet over us.
About three in the morning I woke up after having a very disturbing dream.
I was lying there watching the light in the hall, when all of a sudden I
heard a woman whispering extremely close to my left ear. I couldn't
understand what she was saying as it was just gibberish, then she would stop
and make smacking sounds with her mouth. I reached out with my hands and
said, "Sam?" But there was no one there, but the whispering and smacking
About that time Vernon came through my room to go into the bathroom. When he
came out he got into our bed on Jason's side and said, "This is the first
time all night long I have been warm, our room is freezing." He warmed up
then went over to the other bed.
In the morning we were all up and Vernon told me to go into the room he slept
in and feel how cold it was. I went over by the bed and it was extremely
cold and very humid. My room on the other hand was warm and dry. The beds
in these two small rooms were about ten feet apart. When you stood by the
doorway between the rooms you could feel that the cold stopped at the
doorway. You could stand in the warm room and put your hand and arm into
the very cold room. Sam said she had slept in sweats, socks and her jacket
and they had the sheet, blanket and the heavy bedspread over them and they
were still cold.
A couple of days after we were home, we lived in Littleton, CO, I talked to
my sister who was attending college and was taking a History of Colorado
class. I told her we had some spooky things happen on our mountain trip, and
I asked if she would talk to her professor to see if he knew anything about
the Palace Hotel in Cripple Creek. She came by our house the next day and
told me she talked to her professor and he told her he happened to know the
people that owned the Palace Hotel. Then he said, "Did you know that the
Palace Hotel is haunted?" Of course we had no idea of it's history of
hauntings. When she asked what sort of things happened (without her having
told him any of the things that happened to our family) he told her, "When She
is active, people hear strange noises (the huge crash at our door), the
lights won't stay on (we watched the hall light going on and off), there is a
strange cold in one of the rooms, and in room four people have heard a
woman whispering.......room four was the room I slept in.
I have had many ghost experiences. I have been to tarot readers and
that I have a very strong psychic ability. So my friends come to me when they
feel something strange going on. My first experience was when I was in high
school. I was in drama and in my spare time during study halls I would go to
the auditorium to work on the up coming plays. Once I was down there by
myself, which was really unusual since I never liked to be there alone. I
looked up towards the balcony and saw a figure walking on the rail of the
balcony. Next it disappeared and I saw the seat fold down as if someone was
sitting on it. Then it got up and moved to another seat. It did this about 3
times. Another time in the same place: WE have two catwalks but only one is
used. In the one catwalk that is never used I saw light come one and a shadow
move back and forth across the floor. The odd thing about it was that the
only way to get up to that catwalk was by a ladder. The opening is just a
hole in the wall. I looked to the opening and saw that there was no ladder.
NO one could have possibly gotten up there. Many other people have seen the
same thing on stage. Here are some experiences from my house. We moved into
my house when I was 5, I am now 18. When we moved there I knew that there was
something wrong. I didn't want to stay there and told my parents. They didn't
listen and we ended up there anyway. I always got strange vibes from the
house. The first time I really encountered anything was at night. I was about
9. Me and my sister shared a room that faced our back yard. We have 40 acres,
and I won't even walk back there alone. There are two old cars parked in back
from the previous owners. I looked out the window on a cloudy night and saw
the headlights on from one of the cars. There was no way it could have
happened since there was no engine and the car was so old that nothing could
make it start. I got my sister and showed her so I was sure I wasn't losing
my mind. She saw too. We told my parents the next morning and they didn't
believe us naturally. The same year I had a friend spend the night and we
slept on the pull out couch in our living room. The couch faced the window.
All of a sudden I saw a square green light trace the outer part of the
window, then I heard lots of strange voices coming from outside. I looked out
side and saw shadows of hundreds of people milling around my front yard. Then
all of a sudden they were gone. My friend also witnessed the entire thing.
The odd thing about this story is that my best friend who lived in Washington
state (I live in Minnesota) at the time experienced the same thing in an RV
with his dad. There is also a man in a brown suit that hangs around our
house. The first time he showed up, my mom was in our basement doing laundry,
my dad was at work and my sister and I were at school, when she looked up
towards my bedroom door and saw him standing there in front of my door way.
She could see right through him and he had no face. She ran upstairs and
didn't go back down there till someone came home. The next time she saw him
was when she was walking our 2 dogs down our road. She felt as if she were
being followed and turned around to see him walking behind her. He followed
her all the way to the driveway. My sister also saw him once. She was in our
upstairs hall way and she looked at the mirror at the end of the hall and saw
him standing behind her. If anyone can make light of these stories I would
appreciate it. If you want to know more email me and I will go into detail. I
could probably talk all day about the things that happen in my house. Write
to me with your input or if you can help me. Thanks
Hello, my name is Rachael. I live in Kansas City, Missouri.
while I was at my aunt's house down close to the Ozark's I was upstairs in
the bedroom watching T.V. and I had my one of many experiences with ghost. I
was sitting there on the bed and I had the door half opened. I heard someone
coming up the stairs. There is a door that opens up to the stairs to go
upstairs that is very squeaky. Like i said I heard someone come upstairs but
didn't hear the door open. So a little scared I talked myself in believing
that it was just one of the kittens. Then I could hear people talking but no
very clearly. Then there would be silence for a few minutes and start back
up. Then I heard someone walking up the stairs so when they got to the top I
looked over and seen the back of a womans skirt. Those skirts that are
really big and poofy from back in 1820 or something. I scared my bad, I just
about pissed my pants! I finally got up enough guts to go downstairs with my
aun't. When I got down there I told her everyhting, step my step like with
you. She told my her brother in-law had an experience with her also. In the
room across the hall which is where all it happened with me also. They
stayed the night and right before he was asleep someone wipped his forhead.
He asked his wife if it was her but she was asleep.
Ghosts! Are u afraid of ghosts? If not, this is really
gonna freak ya out of yer wits. I have a cousin(let us
call him Glen) who stays in Mackedonia.He earns by
driving and studies as well. This happened to him one
Glen was returning to his hostel after a long and
tiring day. On the way,he met two beautiful young
ladies who asked him for a lift. Seeing their pretty
faces,he agreed as their destination was near to his
hostel. He started driving with the two ladies seated
on the back seat. And to his surprise when his eyes
fell on the mirror, he could see nothing but only two
old and ugly women.In shock, my cousin looked behind
and saw the same pretty women seated over there. Again
when he looked in the mirror, he could see two ugly
ladies. Now he was confirmed that the two ladies were
not normal human beings but some evil spirit. Glen
started sweating with fright but he continued driving.
He only stopped where the ladies wished to get down.
The first woman took out the money to pay for the fare
but my cousin refused. At this, the second woman
handed it over to Glen.While taking the money his eyes
fell on their legs. It was twisted! He dashed out of
the car and ran till he saw a group of women
gossiping. Glen, as they asked him, narrated the whole
incident to them.Among them a lady laughingly
said,''Look at my feet.Are they not twisted?''. All
the women had twisted feet. My cousin Glen, ran from
there and drove back to the hostel.Here ends this
As my cousin was telling us about his experience with
ghosts, there was terror on everyone's face.But I
did'nt believe this incident 'cause I think ghosts
never leave anyone without doing them any harm.
Real Ghost Experiences
I was very pleased to find your sight on the internet. I have
interested in Ghosts since I was a very small child. Over the years I
have had many 'encounters' with ghosts but I have found when I try to
share these stories with people that I know or work with, they usually
roll their eyes and think I'm crazy. It's sad because I find these
types of stories interesting and I love sharing them with others.
My first 'encounter' was when I was approximately 5 years old. I was at
my Grandparent's house in Louisville, KY for a family reunion
celebrating the Fourth of July. It was dusk and the lights from the
house made it easy to look inside. I was looking for my Grandmother and
looked into one of the basement windows. She had a small kitchen down
there and used it as her "summer kitchen". I saw her standing at the
sink below the window and I started shouting hello to her and waving but
she seemed to ignore me. Finally I ran up to the window to tap on it
and I realized that the woman down there wasn't my Grandmother at all.
I had no idea who she was. She looked up at me and smiled and then just
disappeared. One of my uncles came up behind me and asked me if I was
alright. I guess I must have looked like I saw a ghost! :-) I told
him I thought I saw my Grandmother down there but he told me she was on
the other side of the backyard and that no one was inside the house. I
kept insisting that someone had just been down there and they checked
but found no one. Needless to say, it freaked me out bad enough that I
avoided going down to that basement alone for as long as my Grandmother
owned that house (another 30 years!).
I also used to live in an old house in New Albany, IN. When my husband
and I moved there I was six weeks pregnant with our first child. The
house had two floors and a basement. I didn't particularly like the
house because it just felt odd and I especially was creeped out by the
basement. My husband, knowing the story about my Grandmother's house,
told me I was just being silly because of what happened when I was a
little kid. But there was something strange in that basement. The
basement was divided into two sections, separated by an old brick wall.
The front half of the basement had been used when the house was
originally built as the coal storage area and I'm not sure to this day
what the back half was used for. It was completely devoid of shelves,
pipes, hooks - anything that would give one a clue as to what it had
been used for except for one very odd thing. In the back corner was
what appeared to be a very strange closet. It had been formed in a
corner by the addition of two wooden walls which were set in the
concrete floor. On one of these walls was a four pane window that
looked out into the basement. The other wooden wall had a door with a
handle and a latch on the inside only. There was also a pull rope
inside but unfortunately it had long ago rotted and we were never able
to determine what function it had once performed. Also, the back brick
foundation wall that served as one of it's other four walls had a small
basement sized window that was built into the foundation. I couldn't go
inside this closet or even get near it without getting nauseated (even
after my baby was finally born) and, finally, my husband decided to tear
it down. The concrete that the two wooden walls had been buried in
broke easily and much to our surprise, we discovered that there was no
ground underneath that area of concrete. He got his sledge hammer and
made the hole large enough to take a flashlight and shine it down into
the hole and was surprised to see that it appeared to be a brick lined
corridor that had been filled with debris years before. Evidently this
corridor and the closet had some type of connection because the closet
had been at what would have been the opening for the staircase going
into this corridor. At some point in the history of the house, this
corridor and stairwell were filled with debris and concrete was poured
over them. The person who had this done however didn't have the wooden
walls ripped out which is why they were still standing when we bought
the place. Over the years the debris had settled. My husband took a
heavy rod and began tapping on the floor to follow the path of the
corridor and it led to the front end of the house, made a turn towards
the side street (the house was on a corner) and led to an end wall. If
it continued straight across, it would have gone under an old church.
His curiosity finally got the better of him and he decided to crawl into
the hole and see just how far he could go. Unfortunately, the debris
had not settled very much a few feet from the hole and he had to work
his way back.
I researched my house after this and found that it had been built around
the turn of the century on the foundation of a house that pre-dated the
Civil War. A railroad track ran about a block away from it. I
contacted my local historical society but unfortunately, they hadn't any
records on the house. However, they guessed that it could very well
have been a hidden shelter for the 'Underground Railroad' which had
several safe houses in my town.
The reason I share that bit of data is because an acquaintance of mine
at the time had a good friend who was a psychic. One day, the
acquaintance of mine dropped by for a question on a homework
assignment. She had only been in the house for less than twenty minutes
when she left to visit her friend. When she walked in her friends
apartment, the woman started freaking out asking her where she had been
because she could sense that she had just been to a haunted place. She
said that the house was being haunted by four spirits. The first was a
gentle spirit who looked after the house and those who lived in it.
This was true because I had seen this spirit several times before that
and had several 'experiences' with her. The second was one who stayed
on the ground floor who was fond of pranks. This was true, my ghosts
was constantly pulling harmless pranks on me but it wasn't limited to
the first floor! The third lived on the second floor and was full of
sadness which I also believe to be true because of something else that
happened that I researched. And finally, the fourth was an old spirit
who had been there a long time who was full of much anger and rage.
This spirit lived in the basement. This tied in perfectly with the
hidden corridor. I came to believe that it was probably the spirit of
a runaway slave who risked his life to obtain freedom only to die in a
hidden sub-basement corridor.
Unfortunately we don't live in that house anymore. I hated selling it
because I came to befriend the gentle spirit that lived there and I made
peace with the one in the basement. The one who kept pulling pranks on
me was a bit of a pain and the sad one was harmless. The current owners
I see every Halloween when I take my children trick or treating there
and they share their stories with me although they don't really believe
the house is haunted as much as they just think strange. If I could,
I'd bring the gentle spirit here to live but I know she won't come. She
built that house and lived there till she was forced into a nursing home
by grand-neices who didn't want to care for her. She had lived there
over 60 years. They sold the house to us after her death..
These are just a fraction of the true ghost stories I have. Some are
absolutely scary and some are hilariously funny. As I've said, I've
lived with this as far back as I can remember. I used to freak my
parents out when I was a toddler because I'd talk to or see people who
weren't there (something my oldest child also did but that's another
freaky story). I've lived in two houses that I am thoroughly convinced
were haunted and I've walked through old places and known history about
them without having been told anything. I've also raised my children to
believe that ghosts are part of one of the last great unknowns and to a:
not fear them and b: never believe everything you see or think you see.
There's nothing worse than blind faith when it comes to ghosts.
Anyway, you wanted people to share stories with you and I hope I haven't
bored you with mine. I love sharing these true tales and hearing others
so I'm glad I found your site.
I used to attend a christian school where I never
really fit in
anyway. On a trip to a camp that my entire school went on I decided to
tell an unknowledgeable dim-witt about an experience my cousin and I
had. The story of course got passed around the school and changed. I
didn't care about that. Really the only thing was, was that the
pastor's daughter wouldn't leave me alone and so fed-up with her I
blurted the story out along with some other things that have happened to
me in hopes to scare the H*** out of her. The problem is, is that it
worked to well and they kicked me out. Not that I minded except now
these hypocrites think I am a witch or a satan worshipper or something
because of their own fear. After I tell you this story you will
understand why I no longer fear anything that happens to me like this
because nothing can possibly be as terrifying as what has already
happened to me.
So here it goes. I was six, my cousin five. Our family had made
our yearly trip to Florida. My parents didn't come that year. Our (my
cousin and I) Uncle Doug and Aunt Hope had gone jogging, and my Aunt
Wanda (my cousins mom) stayed at home with us. We rented a beach house
every year so this is not a hotel. An electrical storm came up and
Uncle Doug and Aunt Hope weren't back yet so my Aunt Wanda decided to go
get them. She locked the door and left the house. My cousin and I were
watching TV and coloring. I was sitting of should I say laying on the
couch burnt to a crisp as usual and my cousin was sitting on the floor.
After a few minutes a large bolt of lightning speared out of the sky and
the power went out. After about half a minute the TV came back on. The
only thing is it was only the TV that came back on. However, the show
we were watching wasn't what was on the screen. It was just red static
and a low voice that said my cousin and my name. My cousin started
clawing my back. Now, being sunburt the way I was my first reaction was
to slap the fire out of her except that she looked terrified. That
would have been great if that was were this story ended, but
unfortunatly it isn't. My cousin was staring at the door to the house.
I looked in that direction as the door swung open. Mind you, I have
already said that my Aunt locked the door and took the key with her. In
the doorway stood a black figure about and inch off the floor and an
inch from the ceiling. It crossed over the threshold and headed
straight for us. At that moment my Aunt Wanda drove up. The door shut
and the lights came back on. My Aunt unlocked the door and walked in.
Of course when she looked at us we were white as sheets, even me with my
sunburn. I asked her if the lights had been on when she pulled up and
of course, according to her, the had been. My cousin and I never spoke
a word to anyone for seven years and life continued all up until I
opened my big mouth. I don't regret what I did or having told the story
I only regret that people out there are too small minded to comprehend
or to afraid to face the possiblity. Our parents don't believe us
either. We rarely discuss it unless we are telling ghost stories (most
of them being true though others don't know that little fact). There
are so many things that have happened to me, but I believe that this one
takes the cake and has cured me of fear entirly. I can't even remember
the last time I was scared with the exception of that night.
Many people say that there are evil spirits that roam in the
fort. The same exact fort in which was used in the Revoltionary War.
Things have been seen like demon dogs with red eyes that protect the fort.
People have heard war cries and gun shots from inside the fort. It
is a huge two story like fort with many ways to get in, (I encourage you
to look into it.) Also there is a private beach behind the fort who
it is owned to I don't know. The fort has humongous holes about 12ft.
deep maybe, that are said that in the war they use to keep there enemies
that they caught there and in there is where you could hear war cries but
thos in cults or just experiencing voodoo and witch craft would go out there and perform sacrafices... as some say. Some have said that they have gone into the fort and get bitten but when they come out of the fort they see nothing, no mark of any sort. There is a private beach behind the upper part of the fort but to whom owns it I don't know. People have said they have seen people dancing around fires out there laughing. The fort now is abandoned except for those who go there for a scare or to find out the truth. The walls are covered with spray paint with different symbols on it from the early years like 1990. I have been to the fort but only in the day time and I have never experienced anything except the dungeon like things hidden by vines and overgrown trees where they would bury people. There is no way you can get into them unless you drop throught the top I looked into it and there was water in the bottom of it I wouldn't dare go in it and I could see barely ston!
e like bed things, I suppes tombs or something. I got a little creeped out but what scared me the most was when I smelled the smell of dead animal and then thats when I heard the growl of a dog and then the barking. By natural instinct I left with my friends which were at the beach the whole time.
Hi my name is chase castellanos and my family is rreal open to ghosts and hauntings and paranormal activity and sometimes i've tired some wiccan spells but nothing too weird. Any way my story is concerning a trickster ghost. One night in 1999 i was in the seventh grade and i was in bed about to go to sleep my mom and sisters were in the other room watching t.v. when i was just about to go to sleep when a heard a sort of growl i was very scared then i got the nerve to open my eyes and there it was a face grinning at me then it sort of jump over my bed and disappeared. I hid under my covers and then got the nerve to dash out of my room and told my mom the what ha happened. I think she beleived me becuase she came in my room and started reading the bible to me and said i had othing to fear. i'm in the 8th grade now and not to long ago i heard the same growl but just kinda shrugged it off but until this vert day i still have trouble sleeping wondering if its ever going to come back.
My mom sheri brown also had a ghostly experience. She was half
way asleep and heard foot steps down stairs and thought it was my step
dad because hes truck driver and sometimes gets home late so she
thought it was him. then she heard loud slow foot steps going up
the stairs she still thought it was him because he has big work boots.
Then the foot dteps went back down the stairs curiously she went down to
see if anyone was there and there was no one. So the next day she
bought a ouiji board and tried to talk to the spirtit and turned out that
there were was more than one ghost of spirit but they were all nice.
We (i guess) talked to my step dads father who had died of cancer on my
birthday and it was close to my birth day and he said that it ws him who
did all the walking around the house but is till dont know but htey ghosts
who were in my house have seem to have left but one still remains in my
room i dont really mind him because i feel that he proctects me from evil.
I also think that my house it like a place spirits like to come becuase
sometimes i hear them talking and so does my mom and sometimes i talk back
and say hi but they havent come around ever since i started trying
wiccan craft but the one in my room i know still remains.
Let me begin by telling you that my father passed on when I was a
small child of 6 and I always felt as if I had missed out on something
growing up. At least up until i was 16 and my first son was born.
While I was pregnant with him (many of you may think this morbid) I would visit my father's grave site and talk with him. I would tell him about the child and how I hoped he would love him, I also told him about what I had decided to name my son. Since I wasnt married in those days the child received the mother's last name as his/her's. I remember telling my father that my son would carry his last name.
Shortly after my son was born, I slept in what was my father's room with him in his crib. Now let me give you an idea as to how the room was set up. The crib was in a corner with an inside wall and an outside wall, my bed was on the other side of the room. There was no door near the crib. I awoke late one night and sat bolt upright. Someone was in the room with me and my son. As I looked over at the crib, a tall white figure turned and looked at me and smiled, he then turned toward the outside wall and walked through the wall. I told my mother the next morning and she said that my dad was telling me that he did indeed love my son, and approved of his name.
I have had other experiences over the years, feelings of animosity in certain places, feelings of being watched in an empty house and such, but none as clear as this one or the one that happened just a few weeks ago.
My mother passed away at the end of September after a long illness and it left me with alot of anger, emptiness, feelings of loss. You see, for the longest time I have been my mother's wheels. I took her everywhere she wanted to go, I ran her errands for her, bought her groceries for her, you name it and I did it up until about 2 months before her death when one of my sisters took over. After that her health really declined, then she passed on. The day after her death, my sisters and I got together to make her final arrangements. We went to her house and one of her rose bushes was blooming, a little late in September when no blooms had been on it 2 days before. That night neighbors reported seeing lights on in her house, the one in her bedroom and her kitchen light, the ones she normally had on. We checked it out and they were turned off.
About a week after her death, I was feeling really down and decided to go to bed. As I was beginning to dose off, I heard someone enter my room and sit on my bed. I have several children and thinking it was one of them I sat up and turned on the light. To my surprise, no one was there, so I figured I was just dreaming it, turned out the light and laid back down. After a few seconds, I felt someone get off the bed and heard them leave. As I lay there in my bed, a feeling of unbelievable peace came over me. I believe it was my mother coming to tell me goodbye and that she is ok.
When I was 10 I used to play with a girl named Torie*, she lived
parents and older sister in a plain inconspicous brown house in canton's
southeast side. The one and only night that I spent the night Torie* and I
were sitting watching tv, The Haunting if you can believe, with her sister
Tracy*. When there was a loud ruckus coming from upstairs while Torie* and I
jumped at the same time, Torie* and Tracy* kept watching tv. I of course
asked who was making all that noise and I was told it was Aunt May. The noise
continued for the better part of an hour, then stopped, we slept on the
couches in the living room. The next morning when I went upstairs to use the
bathroom, to say I was shocked would be a understatment. All the clothes from
the upstairs bedrooms where piled up on both sides of the hall making the way
to the bathroom trecherous to say the least. When I came back down I said to
Torie* "is there something wrong with your aunt?" "no" she replied " she's
angry because we moved in after she died and she wants us to leave so she
takes all our clothes out of our dressers, it's her way of telling us to get
out."(Now please note they had only been in the house for the better part of
6 months). Aunt May got her wish a month later, Torie* and I where playing on
the porch when we heard a thumping noise from inside the house, Torie* went
in and found her Dad in the reclyner chair, dead. Drs. said it was a
anuryesum but either way Torie* and her mom and sister moved two weeks later.
To this day when I see Torie* she will still claim that It was her Aunt Mays
revenge for them taking over her house. Odd to this day no one ever stays
long in that house.........
These experiences involve my sisters house which is haunted. It is
large old home. Many people have had experiences in this house. I would like
to share a few with you. Several members of my family have had experiences
with ghosts or sprits in the past, but the experiences in this house are
exceptional because on several occasions there where many people that
witnessed them. When you first enter the house you are in a sitting room
that leads into a middle room that serves as a small parlor. On the night
that my sister moved in and after all her help left she was alone sitting on
a sofa in the middle room when she saw someone peeking around the corner at
her. She was not scared and actually told us that she introduced herself to
the ghost as the new owner and promised to take care of the place and
planned to restore the home back to its original condition. (which by the
way it took her seven years but she did it.) After that about one week later
we were all over her new home helping her strip wallpaper. There was six of
us helping her. Both my mother and my mother in law were there to supervise
our work. At the end of the night we were all leaving together, as we were
filing out the front door which leads to a front porch, my mother who was
the last one in line reached behind her to shut the door when all of the
sudden my mom actually flew over the threshold and landed on the floor of
the sitting room, naturally we were all shocked to see our mother on the
floor, after helping her up she told us that she felt someone grab hold of
her arm and pull her back into the house. Needless to say we were freaked.
My sister and her family continued to have experiences with their ghost but
what happened next was so amazing, It was Christmas eve and my sister had
opened her home for a family gathering. We were all there sitting around the
fireplace when the front door bell rang. When we went to the door noone was
there. We thought it might be the wind. After a short time it was time for
dinner as we were sitting around the table and sent one of our brother in
laws to retrieve the soda that was being kept on the front porch, The Soda
was gone! all 10-15 bottles of it! We checked everywhere for the missing
soda, in the house, outside, anyway that night we drank water and juice. At
the end of the night as we were saying goodnight and walking to our cars we
all saw the missing bottles of soda lined up along the edge of the driveway
in a perfect straight line.No one can explain how it got there. Things in
this house would continue to be missing and then turn up elsewhere. One
weekend my other sister and her husband where staying for a visit. In the
middle of the night the radio would go on by its self and the bedroom shades
would suddenly go up. My bother in law so uneasy at this house that they had
to leave. I know people that will not even go to this house. The strangest
thing in this house is in the basement. There is a concrete slab build from
the stone wall. It measures about 3 feet high from the floor and 10 feet
long, it looks like a work table of some sort, but has no reason to be
there. My sister wants to drill a hole in it to see if it is solid all the
way through. So far to this day she has not done that. She says that she can
never bring herself to open it. Maybe she is afraid of what she might find
I wanted to share some things that happened when I was
a child that I've never forgotten. I was very little
when I saw what looked like a crying angel over the
doorway to our apartment. I think my family was
either going to or coming from a funeral at the time
and I heard crying sounds and thought I saw the tears
fall from the angel. Another time also very little, I
was outside playing when it got dark.
I was going inside when I saw the shadowy figure of a
man standing next to the door. He looked quite real I
remember blue pants and a red shirt and his hands
looked very real but his shoulders and head was in
darkness. I stood there transfixed for several
moments exspecting him to speak or move but he never
did. He just gave me the feeling that he really
wasn't a real person and was just watching me so I ran
past him into the house.
I grew up became a clergyman and never really had any
other experiemces except these: I was in Benin West
Africa at my new bride's stepmother's house. We had
just come into town to visit her stepmom and sister
and being exhausted from the trip I went into my
wife's old room to lie down. I had just lied on the
bed and rolled to face the wall with my hand resting a
little over the side of the bed when something grabbed
my hand and pulled it hard from under the bed. I
jumped up and yelled thinking a snake or some other
animal was underneath the bed but when I looked there
was nothing there. I ran out of the room and
confronted my wife, stepmom ,and sister and they
became annoyed when I told them what happened,...not
annoyed that I was making it up or had ahd somekind of
dream but they seemd annoyed that I had found
something out they didn't want me to. Their behavior
was indeed odd as they never looked in the rom to
search for a monkey, snake, or some cause nor did they
question me at all about what happened to me, they
seemed to know what it was. Being a clergyman I
decided they had something evil in their house and so
that night I had them all gather at midnight and
performed a minor exorcism on the house with Holy
water and bell, book and candle.
I asked the mother if they owned a bible and she
produced a bible that looked as though it was kept in
a grave being so old worn and ill-cared for I also
discovered a shrine to Shango in the back of the house
with fresh ass from new sacrifices still on altar.
That plus the evil demeanors of the mom and sister
made me very aprehensive and I quickly said some
prayers and departed the house never returning. The
wife was killed mysteriously some months later and
since she died in Italy her family didn't bring her
body home fearing an evil spirit would manifest as her
ghost and haunt them.
That was over ten years ago now I am married and we
have just had a grand daughter from my wife's
daughter. The other day she was being held by my wife
when I walked into the room making a lot of noise and
my wife told me to be quiet so as not to upset the
baby. I stopped and looked the baby in the eyes and
said 'Hi' as I usually do. A strange thing happened
the baby seemd to momentarily assume another
personality her features changed and I was aware of
some difference when she spoke in an adult voice and
said deeply and clearly 'Hi.' My wife and I both
froze and our mouths hung open in disbelief since
she's only 3 months old. Just as quickly as it
happened it seemed to leave and I could see the babies
personality again in her face and motions. We called
the babies mom to tell her what happened and she was
calling us at the exact moment.
while i was growing up, till about the age of 10-11, I would see,
hear things that everyone said was just my imagination. I would see shadows
out of the corner of my eye, and not nice ones either. I would sometimes
catch them watching me as i slept, and when I would see them they would back
up and disappear. I always felt I was being watched. I would have dreams
about big black dogs with glowing red eyes chasing me. Now in the dreams I
knew I was dreaming but I could not get out of them till the dogs caught me.
The worst things that i've seen or felt were, as i called them, the bad men.
These were hideously dedeformed creatures and things with huge heads big
eyes; others had wings like a bats, claws and such. I'm getting just
thinking about it. Some even looked to be about 7 foot tall and dressed like
a druid. I could not see their faces becausethe hoods were pulled up; they
never came after me they just stood there in the back ground watching. I
didn't see them all t!
he timebut when i did it didn't
matter what time it was; I saw them mostly in my dreams though. in the
morning i used to get visions of things, people i knew, places, and later
that day i would eather see them go there.
I used to get there things my parents called my ups and downs. i never
remember any of them; my parents told me about them after i woke up. what
would happen was that my parents would wake to hear me screaming bloody
murder. they would come into my room, which i shared with my older brother,
and find me litterly trying to climb the walls. my walls had nail markes
from me for years, we had to repaint or wallpaper at least twice a year. My
father or mother would then have to pick me up and hold me as close to the
ceiling or floor as possible. the worse it got the higher or lower i had to
be. their were times when my poor parents spent the entire night running
between the attic and the basement because i would not stop screaming that
they were after me. when i finally woke up my parents asked me what i was
dreaming about i could never remember. my father fell off a table one trying
to get me as clost to the ceiling as he could. My room was always cold to
me. it was a different ki!
nd of cold, like a clamy (sp?) c
old. the only other time i ever felt a cold like that was when i worked in a
hospital. It was in the morgue body cooler. i would get up in the middle of
the night and turn up the heat to over 80 degrees. I slept next to the
radiator with my feet on it, but i was still ice cold. While my brother, who
was less than 5 feet away was sweating bullets. At least half the time i got
cold, the dreams would start.
One evening my parents took me to see a doctor, I dont know what kind of
doctor she was but ive never been to one like her before or since. I don't
remember to much about the visit, but what i do remember is that there were
lots of people in her waiting room, some kids too. She talked to me about
what i was seeing and hearing, why i was having so many nightmares ect.. She
then called my parents in and spoke with them, about what i dont know, i was
busy playing with a barn that mooed like a cow when you opened the barn
doors. She then had my mother hold me while she ran some tests, i guess
thats what you can call them. The last thing i remember befor waking up at
home was that she made me listen to a tuning fork. My parents and family to
this day will not talk about what happened to me , especially at the
doctor's office. All i know is that my famile became very religious after
that, going to church all the time, lots of crosses and holy water in the
Sorry this is so long, but now on to the end: i have reciently began to
practice wicca, and their coming back. I am seeing things again, I have seen
people standing in my doorway one second and then they are gone the next.
i've seen shadows out of the corner of my eye. of the creatures. I'd had my
name called out when noone else was around.
I am 14 and live in the state of Kentucky although I was born in
Tampa, Florida. And every year my family visits Sarasota, Florida for Christmas
and visit relatives. One time while cleaning out my Grandpa's garage, I
found a old picture of his old house in Windsor with him standing outside.
I asked my Pepe (French for grandpa) about the picture. He told me that
the house was haunted by a farmer who died in a tractor accident. He told
me stories about some nights when they would wake up and smell something
that smelled alot like something had just died. He then showed me a picture
that he managed to get of a face in the fall of the basement where my uncle
A place in Flordia that I can not remeber, There was a died lady
would dance around in this house that is for sale. The man who lives
there has been trying to remodle it for years by the windo that you can
see this lady dance. Every time a person would see her would get soo
very scared becuse every day you do not see a ghost dancing around in a
room. One day the man would was very close to her room with the person
who was very close to buying the house and e was showing every single
room expect that room. And the person said" I want to see this room."
but the man said no. And after that he did not buy the house (no dueh!).
First, please let me give you a bit of history about the women in
For some reason, some type of clairvoyance has managed to spill throughout
the women in my family. My Mother is "infamous" for her ability to feel
good and evil otherworldly presences in buildings that she has never even
My older sister (by 7 years) has the eerie ability to "see" the dead, i.e.,
there have been numerous times that I have introduced her to one of my
friends, only to have her suddenly begin talking about their deceased Aunt
or Mother who was still "with" them, and then proceed to dole out specific
details, such as their name, occupation, etc.
Even as a small child, I was always privy to odd dreams foretelling of some
event that was to happen - whether it be good or bad.
This bit of history out of the way, allow me to tell my tale...
When I was in third grade, 1984, my family moved to a neighborhood outside
of Lawton, OK, called Wichita Mountain Estates. The house was previously
occupied by a policeman who was transferring out of state, his wife, Penny,
and two children. We had met this friendly family before we ever moved in
(they had been in the house a while and wanted to "approve" of the incoming
family, as it were). The first year in the house was unremarkable, quite
The activity began the second year. One night, I awoke suddenly from sleep
and sat straight up in bed. I saw a white figure seemingly glide from in
front of my sister's room, past the bathroom between our rooms, and pause to
look directly at me. I felt very strange, but not really that frightened.
Because of this, I dismissed it as a dream, and promptly fell back asleep.
The next morning, the apparition remained in my thoughts, but didn't concern
me. My sister pulled me aside at breakfast that morning and whispered in my
ear "I have something I need to tell you." On the walk to the bus stop she
confided in me. She proceeded to tell me of a dream she had.
She dreamed that in the middle of the night, she awoke to use the bathroom.
In front of the bathroom stood Penny (the former lady of the house) leaning
casually against the frame of the bathroom. She was dressed very formally,
and when my sister asked her what she was doing there, Penny replied that
she had been killed, and was awaiting burial. My sister spoke to her only
briefly after that, and went back to bed without ever using the bathroom. I
then told her of what I had seen, and even though Penny had been completely
non-threatening, we shut up about it quickly - we were, after all, two young
girls who could barely comprehend what we had both seen. We decided to keep
quiet about it.
That night at dinner, with a somber expression my mother told us of Penny's
death in a car accident. My sister and I looked at each other, fearful.
Not a word was said about what we had seen. Though my Mother was opened
minded about such things, my Father was very adamant that such things were
foolishness, and certainly not to be discussed in his presence.
Odd things began happening after that. When my Mother and I would fight, I
would run to my room, only to be scared away by my light going off and on.
When no one else was in the house, I would come into my room to find that
every article of clothing had been removed from my dresser and placed in the
center of my bed. Additionally, years later, when my sister had already
moved out of the house, and no one was there but me during the Summer, I
would step outside, only to come in to a record playing on the stereo, or
the radio turned on full volume. "Penny" liked my room, and would hang out
in or around my closet. This I believe because very often, even in the
middle of the summer, this area in my room would be icy-cold, cold enough to
numb your toes. (Should you be poking them around in there.)
These were things that frightened me, but I never felt threatened.
Regardless, at this point, I hadn't told my Mother anything. One day she
approached me. She began talking about some feelings she had been getting
for quite a while, but didn't want to scare me. These "feelings" were
focused on not just my closet area, but the cloak-closet that was directly
behind it, on the other side of the wall. (This is approximately where I
saw the apparition dissapear years before.) I then told her everything.
She listened in horror, mouth gaping. Now, at this time, I was probably
about 13, and these things had been happening for quite some time, but my
Mother didn't believe it was Penny. (Keep in mind she had been dealing with
her clairvoyance far longer than I, at age 13.) She felt that something was
quite otherworldly, but it was not an earthbound spirit - not unlike some
things you had seen at your parents house. We were there another 2 years,
and I chose to believe that it was Penny, because I didn't want to scare
myself further. But as I read your story, I wonder if when Penny did come
to visit, if something from the "other side" came with her to reside. You
see, after much thought on this, the apparition I had seen did not look like
a human - perhaps it wasn't?
Thank you for the opportunity to tell this story, and the time it took you
to read it. Please feel free to contact me with any thoughts or questions.
I am fifty-five years old this Nov 10.
I am born and rise in the Paranormal flied. It runs on both side of my
family so far back we are not sure as to whom was the first to have had it.
As for ghosts, I have lived with them my whole life. So much so that they
really have to go out of there way to get my attention. If I were to tell
you about all the things that has happened to my family and my self, you
would never believe me.
But I will tell you of the house we use to live at in Milwaukee, Wi
In 1961 after living in this old 15 room brick home which at that time was
about seventy years old. The city of Milwaukee bought it from us. We had
only a few moths left before we moved. The house was always haunted but it
was until years later that I frond out the story behide the haunting.
Anyway, It was a Saturday in early fall. I got up went into the living area.
In doing so I had to go through the dinning area. Now as most people know
the older home had beautiful woodwork throughout the home. On the walls of
the dinning are were wood rails that went all around. We had picture siting
on them. My Picture with Angelo And pictures of another family members. I
look up at them not really knowing why. I saw what seem to be blood running
down the wall. It run around mine and Angelo picture, but run across the
pictures of the others.
I call my father(which whom was well know in the Psychic field of his time)
He looked at it and saw it running slowly down. He said let to into the
attic and see if a cat or mouse had gotten between the wall. The walls of
this old house are wide and one can see all the way down to the basement. So
up we went into a part of the house I hated more than that of the
basement.(which I found out later why)
We took a spotlight and looked between the walls, Nothing to be seen anywhere.
so we tried to clean the blood off with what ever we could when it stopped
Nothing would take it off. And even tho we were not going to be in that
house for long, we did not want to look at it. So we tried to paint over it.
Try is the right word!
It peeled off. We hear crying every so often as if someone was so very sad
that we where going. But with this laughter as well. The laughter was the
first time any of us heard over the many year of odd happening. But when we
moved to the west side of town, one of the younger ghost came with us. When
we moved into this house on walnut st we came to fined out that an old man
living there died in it and was haunting this house. Boy can my family
There is a lot more that has happened to us. So much so we could write a
book. But as I said before, You would never believe so much can happen to
I just thought this story you might like to hear about.
I Want to Tell My Story
First of all, I am not a person who is knowledgable of any gost/spirit
anything, but I have a very real "ghost story" to share. I happened upon
this site, sorta by mistake. Call me a skeptic or what you will, but my own
experience-I cannot look away from or question, because I was there. I still
am some what skeptical of what other people tell me, but I do believe myself.
I am 24 years old now, in 2000 and I this happened when I was about 15
years old. My best friend also a 15 year old at the time, and I decided to
sneak out of our home during the night and go tee pee houses. Her house was
located in Selah, Washington about 3 miles north of town. We had set out on
our journey toilet paper in hand, at about 12am. We walked past the farm
houses, and down the dimly lit gravel roads until we reaced our destination.
The only street lights were those lights which detect motion and a few barn
lights. We laughed as we tee peed unsuspecting homes and we ran around as
young teens do.
About 3am or so, we decided to head back home. About a mile from her
home as we were walking past a farm, I felt an uncontrollable chill roll up
my spine and the little hairs along my neck felt alive, goosebumps everywhere
and unable to walk anymore I looked to my left. Holding my best friends arm,
I saw an absolutely unmistakable figure. The figure was a very vibrant
lighted white farmer figure with a pitching fork in his left hand, forks to
the ground. He was in coveralls and a straw hat, all which were the same
vibrant white, and he was standing in the poorly fenced field facing us and
not moving. I can't remeber making out a face, but I knew it was a farmer.
He was about 50 yards away from us, as we stood on the gravel road.
I looked away towards Tish, and she was staring too! I made her look at
me and tell me what she felt. She started breathing hard, and talking fast
and high as she described the same thing I felt. She had felt it too. When
I looked again as we started to run, I saw only a small white horse grazing
in the same spot that the figure had been.
Running, crying and gasping for air, Tish and I climbed back in the
window of her home. Trying to collect myself, I looked at her and made her
tell me if she saw anything, and if so what. She described to me the exact
same white figure that I saw. She described everything but the hat, I was
STUNNED! Needless to say, we never discussed that night with eachother much
afterwards, and have since lost contact over the years. But I must say, I
will never forget the feelings I felt that night, nor will I forget what I
saw, and I know this ghost story is true!
I would love to here an evaluation of what I saw, by a more experienced
individual. My email in firstname.lastname@example.org, please anyone feel free to drop
a word or two.
Although I did not experience this first-hand, it was told to me
eyewitness, whose story became increasingly credible as she went along.
After you read this you'll understand.
I live in Baton Rouge, LA. One evening recently, I stopped at a local
coffeehouse after work to meet a few friends. They had not yet arrived, so
I got my coffee and claimed a table.
I enjoy knitting, so I usually carry a small project in my tote bag. I
pulled out my project (a pair of hiking socks) and began knitting.
After a few moments, I noticed that a woman at the adjacent table was
watching me very intensely. After a few moments, she said, "Excuse me, but
with so many needles, is that knitting, or crochet, or what?" I explained
that I was knitting, showed her my work, and explained that socks are done
in the round, requiring the use of several needles.
The woman replied that she didn't know how to knit or crochet, and had
always assumed that knitting involved using two needles and murmuring "knit
one, purl two." Then she said, "There's a reason I'm asking. You're not
going to believe this, but..."
She then went on to explain that several years ago, she was living in a very
old house downtown that had been divided into apartments. She lived
upstairs. One winter morning, just before dawn, she was awakened by a
sensation of extreme cold. She could also hear a soft clicking noise.
Thinking the furnace had gone out, she woke up. As she opened her eyes, she
saw a figure standing across the room. It was the figure of a pretty young
woman, wearing a turn-of-the-century dress, standing at the window and
gazing outside with a worried look on her face. And the ghost was busy
knitting what appeared to be a long sock or stocking.
The woman said she was too scared to move, and that she viewed this
apparition for at least a minute or two, possibly longer, before it faded
and disappeared. She noticed that the ghost was using "really thin yarn and
shiny silver needles" and that at one point "a needle came out of her work
and she put it back in."
This gave the story credibility, because this woman was describing a
knitting technique that a non-knitter would not have known about. She was
also describing archaic knitting needles. Very few non-knitters know that
multiple needles are involved in knitting tubular items like socks--and
indeed, an empty needle comes out of the knitting, and is worked back in.
Even fewer know that turn-of-the-century needles were made of steel, which
would have appeared to be "shiny, silver needles" as viewed by the
streetlight coming in the window -- modern knitting needles are usually made
of plastic or adonized aluminum, both having a matte finish, usually in a
non-silver color. The description of "really thin yarn" would also have
been consistent with popular knitting of the turn of the century. Most
popular patterns were done in much thinner yarn, and worked on much finer
needles, than the typical modern knitter is willing to deal with.
So although this isn't first-hand, I give it my vote for authenticity.
LaGrange, Kentucky- outside the city limits is a road called"Bohannon Lane" - to the locals,it is known as "Crybaby lane". If you go down the road until you come to where the gravel starts, stop your car and crack your windows. After a few minutes you will hear the wind pick up , though nothing will actually blow in front of you.Leave your headlights on, and after a few minutes you will sense that your car has "moved" further down the road.In the woods to your right, you will glimpse reddish-colored eyes looking at you.If your nerve holds out , after about 1/2 hour,you will hear the cry of an baby in the woods-at about this time , the eyes will look towards the sound.Legend has it , that back in the settlement days of Kentucky, two families lived in these woods, and were attacked by marauding indians one night.The men held ground, while the women and children slipped out the back way.All the women and children got away, except one mother , and her newborn infant.She was running thru the woods, and could hear the sounds of the indians catching up to her. Hoping to draw the indians away from her child, she placed him in his blankets, in an old, hollowed-out tree stump,and continued running, away from the baby.She was caught, and since the menfolk had already been killed, ther was no one left to save the baby.The baby died in the stump, crying for it's mother that had given her own life , trying to save the baby.The baby still cries....This can be heard in mid-autumn , usually after about 9:00 p.m.There have been reports of vehicles being attacked by unseen assailants.Later on , flint arrowheads have been found embedded in the bodywork of those cars.Most people lose their nerve right before this happens, as a general feeling of dread and doom is noted.Those that hold out, are attacked by these unseen assailants, even if the area around the vehicle is illuminated.
I have a few experiences, I will start with
my wifes experience first.
When she was 10, her adopted mother passed away after a long battle with
cancer. Late one night my wife was awakened by her adopted mother telling
her it would be ok and to sleep well. This was odd because her adoptive
mother could not walk and could not have come to see her. A few moments
later her father entered her room and told her that her mother had passed
away. Her adopted brother had the same experience at the same time.
My experiences were here, in Bethel Ct. I was about 12 or 13 and I
always thought I had seen weird things. I was awakened one night to the
sounds of scratching on my door, at first I thought it was the family cat
but he was asleep in my Parents room. I thought nothing of it and went back
to sleep. A few minutes later I woke up and could not move, I saw a dark
apparition next to my bed that seemed to be moving closer, it felt as if I
was shaking uncontrollably but I could not speak or yell. I finally managed
to get up and it was still there, I yelled and it was gone.
My father has also had experiences where when he was home alone, he
would hear creaking across the floor like footsteps and the bed would settle
down as if someone sat at the foot of it. I also had this happen and we also
used to hear scratching and childrens voices often late at night in our
hallway. My stepmother also used to hear something clawing the back of our
recliner when she was feeding my baby brother, only to find that cat was
After I was baptised this all stopped. Any help would be appreciated as
I have a young daughter now and am concerned about this because I sometimes
hear these things again, I also sometimes get the overwhelming feeling
someone is in the room with me when I am alone. I get the same feelings of
fear that I felt when I was younger.