I have had many experiences,
in my life, but more now than ever. My husband and my son of six, who was 4
when he first came to me with a problem he was having in his room. I will
start off by telling you that someone is following me almost every day. It
seems to be right over my left shoulder, never the right, always the left.
Some days I feel intimidated by it, other days it really doesn't bother me,
other than the fact I know it is there. My husband and I have both witnessed
things move, and lift from places. My son has had several conversations with
my father, who has been deceased since 88. My son went as far as to tell me
what the curtain man who wanted to play with his toys was wearing. Now keep
in mind, my son was only 4 at the time this occurred, and has no way of even
knowing what my father looked like, or was wearing when we buried him, but
yet he described his yellow shirt and black pants without hesitation. I am
concerned. I have a few close relatives that have passed, some that were not
ready, some that had no choice. I also get bad feeling of fear from
something that is with us. I have gone to the point of asking it to leave.
The house hold vibes will clear for a few days, and then it all seems to
resume without problem.
My Great Grandparents House
I've never told anyone about this, but I wanted to share this with
with similar experiences.
From the age of about 10 to the age of 13 I lived in my great-grandparents
house in Saginaw, MI with my parents. My Omah and Opah died long before I
was born and my grandfather was not a sentimental man so I did not know much
about them. They died when my father was still quite young. From the
moment I set foot in that house, I could tell there was something there. It
was actually a warm feeling. Before we had moved in there, my parents had
been fighting constantly, but while we were in this house, I don't remember
Anyway, there were areas of the house that I did not like. The master
bedroom was beautiful with ornately carved woodwork and a long closet that
connected it to the bedroom next door. The appearance of the room was
inviting and although this room was beautiful, I didn't like being in it
alone. All year round it was approximately 20 degrees colder that the rest
of the house. We had the radiators checked and they were working fine, but
once you took a step away from the radiator it was almost as if you were
stepping outside. I later found out that it had been my Omah and Opah's
room and that my Opah died in there.
Besides the master bedroom, there were 2 more bedrooms downstairs and an
apartment with 2 more bedrooms upstairs. When my grandfather was growing up
there, he and his brothers had there run of the apartment. During the time
we lived there, every night about 8:00 PM, you could hear two sets of
footsteps walking up the stairs and from room to room in the apartment. My
parents tried to tell me it was the house settling, but I knew it Omah and
Opah walking upstairs to say goodnight to the kids.
I always felt their presence in the house. It was as if I was getting to
know them 20-plus years after their passing. The bed I slept in had been
theirs and some of the furniture in the living room was theirs also. One
article was my Opah's chair. It was an oak easy chair with large olive
green textured cushions (my mother still has it). On several occasions I
would wake up in the middle of the night to find the chair rocking. There
was no explanation for this, we did not have any pets that could have
started it rocking and when it happened, it rocked steadily for several
minutes and the room would fill with the sent of Cherry Vanilla pipe
tobacco. When the chair stopped rocking, the sent would fade rather quickly
and everything would return to normal. While we were there, my parents
would say it was a dream or my imagination, but a few years after we moved,
they both admitted to experiencing some of the things I had.
Most of the experiences were pleasant. The first few months we were there,
I slept in my Omah and Opah's bed in the small room off of the living room.
The room had such an inviting feel to it. I always had friends wanting to
spend the night. I found out that this room had been used as the nursery
and playroom when the children were younger. I believe that had something
to do with the feeling.
My parents then decided to move me to the larger room off of the dining
room. There was a large cherry wood wardrobe built into the wall. It had 4
doors and 4 drawers. The smaller doors on the top were jammed shut and we
couldn't get them open at all. Just about every time I walked into that
room the hair on the back of my neck would stand on end and I felt as if I
was not wanted there. I could still feel Omah and Opah, but their energy
wasn't as strong in that room. Shortly after I moved in there, terrible
things began happening in the house. One night I was jolted awake by a loud
repeated banging. When I sat up and looked around, the 2 smaller doors on
the wardrobe were violently banging open and shut. My father rushed in the
room and asked me what was happening, but the banging had stopped just as he
had reached the door. When I told my father what had happened, he turned on
the light and tried to open the doors, but they jammed shut again. I slept
on the couch for the next few nights.
Bad things continued to happen to me. I was awakened by slaps by invisible
hands. Occasionally something would jump on the bed. I would wake up with
small welts and bruises without an explanation of how they got there. My
parents continued to ignore these goings on until one night. It was an
incredibly humid summer that year. We had placed a fan on top of the
dishwasher in the kitchen to try to circulate the air throughout the house.
You had to walk past the dishwasher to get the bathroom. I was passing by
to the bathroom to prepare for bed when I heard a kind of scuttling noise
(that's the only way I can describe it). I turned around and at that moment
the fan leaped off of the dishwasher and flew towards me. I stumbled back
just as the fan crashed to the floor where I had just been standing. My
parents came running in and by the looks on their faces I could tell they
finally knew something was after me. I stayed at my aunt and uncle's for a
few weeks until my parents had found another place for us to live.
I only went back to the house once after that. It was to move my stuff out
of the house. When we were leaving the house seemed to feel "dead"; the
energy, both positive and negative, seemed to be gone. It was as if they
finally cancelled each other out and just left a feeling of void.
I found out later from my grandfather that he had had another sister, Josie.
She died of a prolonged illness in her early teens. Her room had been the
one off of the dining room. Before she became ill, she felt she had to
compete with her siblings for attention from her parents. She sometimes did
cruel things to my grandfather and his other siblings. I think that maybe
she was still there and felt that she had to compete with me. I think that
she may have been jealous that Omah and Opah were paying attention to me.
I've shared this theory with my parents since. They seem to think it too.
My grandparents house is very much haunted. I spent most of my childhood
My grandparents have experienced hauntings since the house before this one.
My grandmother would straighten up after my grandfather, and in the morning
his suit coat was always draped over the same dinning room chair. Also, when
my grandmother would try to pull the chairs out to clean, it was as if
something was pulling on them from under the table.
In the house they live in now, it all started when I was about 3 or 4. I was
sitting at a little toy piano. I turned around and I saw a large man shaped
shadow. There was no one else in the basement. It disappeared after I
My brother was in the basement when he was about 4 or 5. The hanging tapestry
on the wall turned into a demon/freddy cruggar shape and reached out of the
picture for him. Cross my Heart!!! And when he was playing in the same room,
his truck flew off the pinball machine across the room from him. He was a
little freaked out.
We then moved away with my mom, but would come and visit often. We slept in
the same room and I would see the same shadow man watching me when he slept.
He was right outside the door.
Later on, we moved back in with my grandparents. This is when it got really
bad. I started having really bad nightmares. The cold water turned on while I
was in the shower. I heard footsteps pacing around my room at night. I heard
my name whispered when I was trying to sleep. i saw things out of the corner
of my eye. I heard the kitchen chairs being draged across the floor while I
was in the basement. Then there was the really scary night. I was woken from
a dead sleep ans sat up straight in bed. A voice pounded in my head, telling
me to get out. I ran all the way to the back door and stopped myself.
Needless to say, I did not sleep the rest of the night. Some time later, I
was alone, ironing in the house. I felt something touch my back. I swung
around and almost burned my self with an iron. That is when I rekized it was
a little boy in a white night gown. He was murdered there. He was stabed in
He has followed me ever since, though the killers spirit keepd his distance
now. i have heard a voice, gottne visions and heard laughter since then. I
enjoy his presence now that I understand him.
My Grandpa Was In That Photo
A while back I went to visit my grandmother with my father
to see how
she had been doing. My grandfather had passed away about 13 years ago
before this. While we were there I began to look at all her old photos
that she had to sort of pass the time while her and my dad chatted. I
came across this one photo that was blurry. I looked close and hard and
didn't really notice anything unusual. I asked my grandmother why she
would keep a photo that was no good in her photo album and she looked at
me funny and said, " You mean you can't see him?" I looked at the
picture again a little harder. It was a picture of a christmas tree in
which the lights sort of streaked across the photo and the tree was
blurred, but right in front of the christmas tree was a very distinct
image of my late grandfather. I don't know how I even overlooked it.
"This looks like grandpa. He is smiling." She began to tell me that
three years ago she had gotten her very first christmas tree and my uncle
took a picture of it for her with a polaroid camera. Seconds after the
film developed he looked at it and immediatley said to my grandmother,
"Thats dad." As she told me this story I couldn't take my eyes off the
picture. It kinda freaked me out just a bit. Then all of a sudden it
got uncomfortably cold on the couch where I was sitting. Now this is a
very old house and does not have central air or heat. My grandmother was
also cold natured and had the gas heater on which was right next to the
couch where I was sitting. My dad and grandmother just kept talking as I
was trying to figure out where the heck the cold was coming from. I felt
the window behind my head which was very warm to the touch from the sun.
I moved down the couch closer to my father and it got warmer. But when I
moved back to where I was sitting it was still cold. I can't explain it.
No drafts or air conditioning. I wonder if it was my grandfather trying
to say hello to me. I don't know if it was a ghostly experience or not
because I didn't feel strange and the hair on the back of my neck never
stood up. But that picture sure did weird me out enough to make my eyes
stay open when I should be sleeping for a couple days. Thanks for your
My Grandmother's Experience.
In the summer of '87 I went with my grandmother to Meridian, Mississippi
spend the summer with an old freind of her's, who I will call "Rose", with
whom she had grown up. The summer was spent with my grandmother and Rose
visiting their old freinds and stomping-grounds while I rode around Rose's
and her husband's farm on a four-wheel ATV looking after things. All the
days of this summer were spent in this general course without much
excitement, except the day my grandmother and Rose saw a ghost. You see,
one day, about three weeks into our stay, my grandmother and Rose had
decided to go visit an old friend, a woman who belonged to one of the oldest
families in Meridian, and in fact, lived in the oldest house IN Meridian.
This house is featured on the cover of Meridian's tourist's guide. Well the
lady that lived in this house was rather old, a bit older than my
grandmother and Rose, and because the idea for to visit her was rather
spur-of-the-moment, grandma and Rose decided to drive around the old house
to look for signs of life or activity before knocking on the door. Well, as
they were passing the front side of the house for the second time, they both
noticed a beautiful young women in a beautiful white gown watching them.
When they saw her they stopped the car in order to ask her about their
freind. As they began to get out of the car, though, the young woman began
to fade back through the front door. Upon seeing this, they both looked at
each other and basically asked, "Did you just see that?!!!" Terribly
frightened, they both jumped back in the car, fastened their seat-belts and
prepared to leave. Before they did, though, they both looked back, only to
see the young women watching them from one of the glass panes that sided the
door. Now I did not see the ghost myself, but when grandma and Rose got
back, they were both speechless, with a pallor and sweatiness that could not
have been faked. This is how I know that ghosts exist.
A couple of weeks ago, on Halloween, my friend and I went to the
cemetery to take pictures. She is a photography major and I wanted to get a
"ghost picture." It wasn't very dark outside when we left my house. The
cemetery is only about a mile away and is just off of a main road. There
were kids out trick-or-treating. When I drove up the hill towards the
parking lot, it got really dark. I thought it was odd, but I just figured it
was getting later or maybe more clouds came over head. It wasn't until I
parked my car and killed the engine that I noticed how quiet it was. I could
see kids walking around not very far from us so we should have been able to
hear them. I thought it was strange, but I wasn't scared yet. We started
walking around in search of Big Elk (he was the last full blooded chief of
the Omaha tribe) when I noticed my flash light was doing weird stuff. It
would be normal, then I would walk a few steps and it would turn off. I
would walk a few more steps and it would start dimming and brightening. This
was when I started freaking out. They were new batteries and the flashlight
wasn't old. We decided at that point to get a different flashlight. We went
back to my friends apt and got her light and went back to the cemetery. This
time we drove past where my light was weird and strait up to where the older
graves are. After about 5-10 minutes of walking around we found an old
headstone that was unreadable. She decided to take a picture of it so I held
my flashlight on it and she walked closer to it. At the same exact time she
snapped the picture, both of us got a chill up the backs of our necks and I
got this huge feeling of not being wanted. I told her frantically that I was
done and that I was leaving. That picture didn't turn out but another one
she took did. I was taken the first time we were there. It was blurry, but
you could make everything out. There were a bunch of trees and tombstones.
In front of one of the trees you could see a white blob that looked about the
height of a grown man. You can't see any humanly features, but it looks very
out of place. Lightning struck at the same time she took that picture so it
didn't turn out well.
The next night I went to a friend who is psychic. A soon as I walked in
the door she was like, "What did you do?" I told her and she said she could
see a middle aged Indian (from India) man standing behind me. He frightened
her at first but after her and I talked for about an hour she said his eyes
became loving. She told me he was angry because he thought I was trying to
get rid of him. But when he realized I wasn't he told her how he died and
that he had fallen in love with me as a friend and wanted to be my guardian
angel. She was no longer scared of him and I told him that as long as he
doesn't scare or harm anyone he could stay. She gave me an angel figure that
she said was a gift from him. When I touched it my hands started smelling
like roses. The angel itself doesn't smell, but my hands do after I touch
her. The whole next day I smelt roses. I thought I was going crazy because
no one else could.
It wasn't until the next day when my friend that was with me in the cemetery
was in my car that I realized I wasn't crazy. As soon as she got in she
said, "What's with the rose perfume?" I about fell over. I was so happy
that she could smell it to I about died. Now a few things have started
around my house. Like a few minutes ago, my water faucet turned on and then
off by its self. I just reminded him not to scare me. I figure that I could
always use another guardian angel and if he wants the job he can go for it.
I haven't felt scared yet and I don't think he wants to scare or hurt me. I
have recently been scared by a spirit though, but it's more my friend's
story, so I'll let her tell it if she wants.
I've seen and heard quite a few apparition's. here are the experiences
I've had so far.
1. The Knocking Lady
I'm lying down and I turn my head,look out my doorway and see a transparent figure of a long hair female knocking on a the other bedroom
door.She was between 17-30 I believe.I saw her two more times,everytime
between 9:00-10:00 PM.
I'm sitting down and I see this 6 ft.-7 ft. shadow with bull-like horns
on it's head peek around my door (kinda like your mom does when she checks on you).The shadow was pitch black,It looked like a cross between a human,lizard and a bull.
I was laying down I see a hand in agony reached up to grab my window ledge.I turn my head and when I look back at the window it's gone.I saw it a few more times.
At my school there is an apparition on the Football/Lap running feild,
he is a young boy.His presence is pretty storong in a corner of the feild
with a hedge and flowers.When you are in the middle of the feild his presence is so strong it's overwhelming.I call him Walker.
New Orleans Famous Ghost
On October 29th, 2000, I believe my friends and I met with one of
Orleans' more famous ghosts. Julie.
Six online friends and I had gone to New Orleans over the Halloween weekend.
That Saturday night, we took a walking tour of the French Quarter which
lasted three hours and explained many ghost stories of the Quarter. One of
which was that of Julie, an octaroon mistress who died on the rooftop of her
French Quarter home. On the lower level of her home now stands a boutique
called The Bottom of the Cup, with its twin boutique of the same name on the
far side of the Quarter near the police station.
Julie is known to cast the scent of magnolias around her presence, as well
as for playing with the long hair of women who frequent the building that
was her home.
The next evening would be our last in New Orleans, so we made the trek back
into the Quarter to take pictures at the various haunting sites, as oddly
none of us had carried a camera on the tour. We passed the Royal Street home
of Julie in a bit of a hurry. My temper had flared a bit and I was walking
quickly, not paying any attention to where we were going, down Royal Street,
through Jackson Square in front of St. Louis Cathedral and eventually coming
to the police station.
Out of nowhere, the girl at my side and I were overcome with the smell of
flowers. Not strange in itself, except that there were no flowers anywhere
and the scent was so strong that it was unnatural. It was as if someone had
held an ether mask over our faces coated in flower essence. Every breath was
pure scent. Wide eyed, I turned to my friend and asked, "Do you smell
that!??!" Her expression was as shocked as I imagine mine was.
We looked around as the others caught up with us, and began to smell it as
well, and noticed that the police station's grounds were torn up for
landscaping. No plants, no bushes, only trees with no flowers. There were no
shops open in the area that were or could have been burning incense. There
was, however, one suprising thing. The second Bottom of the Cup boutique was
right across the street.
Another friend pointed this out and laughingly said, "Hi, Julie!". She will
tell you that then she felt fingers play in the back of her hair.
I've heard many times that ghosts will travel between places that the humans
who inhabit their haunts will go. Only if its a short distance, mind you,
which this was. One boutique being connected to the other, obviously. By the
time I reached the police station, my camera was put away. I do have some
photos taken a few minutes after the incident, which I need to examine more
closely...just in case.
I can't say that I smelled magnolias, only that it was an overpowering,
unnatural floral scent. I can't prove that my friend actually felt something
in her hair, though I have no reason to doubt her. I can only say that I
believe Julie came out to stop our hasty, irritated march through the French
This is event that happened in December of 1985. My father had passed
away in September of 1985, of cancer and I is my belief that he visits
from time to time, to see how people in my family are doing. Around
christmas of '85, my brother, sister, and a friend of my brother were
sitting around our dining room table playing cards and just having a
good time. Well all of a sudden my brother's friend looked up from the
table and his jaw just dropped and hit the ground, and that got the
attention of my siblings, who looked in the direction of the living room
were they observed a greenish mistlike light come down the steps to the
second floor, go through the living room , and out the front door. A few
seconds after the mist had left, my mother came running down the steps
and said "DID YOU SEE THAT!" well there was and overwelming Yes from
everyone in the room. My brothers friend decided that he had seen enough
and promptly left through the back door. It is kind of funny that he
never came through the front door again after that day!
I would like to start by telling you that I love your sight, and
I read it
often. It is very informative and entertaining at the same time. That is
rare to find these days. For a long time I had these memories that I am
about to describe, I always thought maybe I had an overactive imagination or
maybe even I was alittle strange. I always believed however that I was not
crazy, or any crazier than anyone else that is normal. Ha Ha. The first
thing I can remember I had to be about 3 years old. I remember my
grandmother putting me to bed on her couch in a strange place to me. (It
was on the couch of a home that my grandparents owned in Arkansas and it was
only used by them once in a while. Kind of a vacation spot as my mother
recently explained to me.) Anyway, I remember grandma turning out the
lights and going to bed herself and shortly after wards, I began feeling
very uneasy and frightened. I started hearing voices that sort of swirled
around my head. It was totally dark and I could not see anything, and I
could not make out what these voices were actually saying, but it was like a
low whisper and they were as I said earlier, just swirling around my head.
I remember that I was unable to move and too afraid to say anything or
scream for my grandmother. I finally covered up my head with a pillow and
pulled the covers up tight and fell asleep. Later after talking to my
mother and father I found out that I would have been about 3 and the reason
I could not move or get up was because my leg was broken at the time and I
had a full cast on my leg. My mother and father were both surprised that I
could remember the trailer that my grandparents had there as I was only
there a few times and I was so young.
The next memory of this nature that I have is when I was about 8 years old.
I lived with my parents in a small old house and for some reason, I did not
like spending time in my bedroom alone. Most of the time I played with my
toys in the living room or outside. I always would get a strange feeling
when in my room alone. I also would have problems sleeping at night. I
always had the feeling that there was an old lady in my room, one that was
not really pleased that I was there. Kind of like a haggle old witch or
something like that. This is when my sleeping habits became to sleep every
night with my pillow over my head allowing myself only enough room to
breathe. I continued these habits until I was 18 and started sleeping with
my boyfriend. My whole family thought this odd, and commented on my
sleeping habits quite often, but I just told them it was the only way I
could sleep. The only really odd thing that happened in that house that I
can somewhat recall was that I always had strange nightmares. One night
while I was sick with the croup, I dreamt that I was being pushed to walk a
narrow walkway and that the ground was a long way down. When I woke up, I
was clear across my room from my top bunk where I slept and I was by the
door to the room witch was prompt open by a spiny sea shell witch I had
scraped my leg on. I got up and went to the bathroom crying and crooping
and my parents got up and started asking my questions very concerned. After
that I slept on the bottom bunk. Since then, both my parents have told me
they had strange feelings in that house too. When we moved, my bedrooms
were always my favorite hang out and I had no problem, in fact enjoyed being
When I was about 16 or 17 we went to a friends house for my mothers birthday
and I went into the house to use the restroom alone. There was no one in
the house. I was washing my hands and I heard a womans voice call my first
name. I turned around thinking my mother had entered the house and was
about to enter the bathroom and there was no one there. I dried my hands
quickly, the hair had stood up on the back of my neck and arms and I left
the bathroom and the house saying that I appreciated the use of the bathroom
and that the house was lovely. When I told the owner about this and my
mother, the owner told me, oh yeah, that was just grandma, she always walkes
the house and that grandpa did too as they both died in the house. I did
not get scared, because the feeling I had gotten was not uneasy, it had just
caught me by surprise.
The next experience was when I was about 18. I moved into a small house and
lived with 2 roomates. This house was shaped like an exact box, we had the
living room and kitchen across from each other and then two bedrooms one
through the living room and one through the kitchen with a bathroom in
between the two bedrooms. We had no doors inside the house except one on
each side of the bathroom adjoining the two bedrooms. We always kept these
open, as I lived with 2 guys as my roomates and we were very cautious to
only have the doors shut when the bathroom was in use to avoid walking in on
each other. We had curtains over our bedroom doors for privacy. One
bedroom belonged to the guys and one bedroom was mine. We would always
remark that we had a little spirit because every now and again the curtain
would throw back in one of the bedrooms as if someone was entering it and
then the curtain in the other bedroom door would throw back as if someone
was leaving it like they were making there rounds through the house. This
reminded us of something a child would do out of bordom or when playing
around. We were never scared or uneasy in the house, even when home alone.
One night the guys came home and had been in an argument and were obviousely
upset. I had several hours earlier warmed my self up some caserole and put
my empty bowl in the sink. Anyway, back to the guys when they came in and
one was telling my how upset he was, he stared getting loud, all of the
sudden, we heard a loud crashing sound. I jumped up and looked outside
thinking somone had thown something at our window and broken it or a bottle
was thrown up against the side of the house. Upon search there I found
nothing, I started looking through the house and found my caserol dish was
broken in the sink. I mean shattered as if I had thrown it down into the
sink. We cleaned up the mess and tried to analyz what had happend. We
discussed if it had been hot, the cool air rushing up from the pipes or cold
water dripping on it could have shattered it, but I had ate out of it
several hours previous and had put it in the sink with my bear hands and it
was cool when I placed it in the sink. Also we discussed if it had been
cracked, it could have shattered from being heated and then cooled, but it
was practically new, and I had not noticed any cracks. I and my roomates
believe that the child spirit became scared at the raising of my roomates
voice and his anger and broke the dish in the sink to get our attention and
calm him down or get his mind off of his anger. We later found out that the
land lord of the house had once let there daughter and son in law live there
and one day the daughter was going to go to the store. The daughter started
to back out of the driveway and her small son who had unknown to her wanted
to go with her and ran behind her car and she backed over him killing him.
We were saddened to hear this story, but understood who our young spirit had
been in the house.
The next experience I had was when I was 22 or so. I went to visit a friend
of mine on several occasions. As he was moving into his home and cleaning,
I went to help him. As we were cleaning the bedrooms, mind you it was cool
outside, I would say it was late September in Missouri, not cold, but
chilly. I noticed that in a few spots upstairs there were a lot of dead
flies, I mean more than I had ever seen before in an old empty farmhouse,
but not everywhere, just at the top of the stairs and in a window ledge,
like you would put plants ect in one far back bedroom. I just vaccumed them
up and went on, but it was odd. Then when I would visit him after he moved
in, I would notice that I got an unusually terrified feeling in the den, as
we called it when you would pass through it to go to the bathroom. I mean
every hair on my body would stand on end and I found myself practically
running through the room and closing the bathroom door as quickly as
possible and then running back when I was done. Once or twice we would make
plans for me to cook him supper and I would get there before he was done
doing chores, he would not be home yet, I was instructed to wait inside. As
I was waiting int he living room for him I would begin to feel uneasy and it
would grow stronger and stronger until I would feel I should go outside,
when I could not ingnore it any longe and would get ready to leave he would
come home, then it was not so bad. He told me later about little things
that would happen to him at night when he would lay down to go to sleep,
like a window would slam shut, he would get up and open it and then lay back
down and another one would slam shut, finally he would become angry after a
while and yell, stop it and then it would quite and he could go to sleep.
To say the least, I was happy when he moved. I did not like the feelings I
would get, I think the spirit did not want me there at all.
My Experiences with the Supernatural
I am a 30 year old woman who never used to believe in ghosts, spirits,
or anything of the like. But after you read about my experiences,
you will see why I am a believer today. My first experience with
anything wierd was when I was 10 years old. My family and I lived
in Aurora, Colorado at this time. We had a beatiful tri-level house,
with 3 bedrooms on the top floor. My bedroom was in the back corner.
One night I was laying on my bed trying to go to sleep and my bed starting
shaking. It scared the daylights out of me. So I laid there
very still and after about 2 minutes it stopped. I put my hand over
to the edge of the bed to get up and go to my parents room and, I tell
you the truth, two very real felling hands grabbed mine and pulled.
Of course, by this time I was really scared and I screamed, which brought
my parents running. I told them what happened and they prayed over
my room and the house and I never had another problem with it again.
I never thought about it again, until I was married and my husband, Tim
and I moved into a small rental house that dated back to the early 1940's.
We had a cat named Cleo at that time and she is the one who first noticed
that something was not right about this house. I would find her staring
at the fireplace, hissinf and all puffed up or growling at the front door.
All of this would happen at night, there was never any problem during the
day. Well one night, Tim and I were sitting in the living room watching
TV when Cleo started hissing at the fireplace again and when we looked
there where little whorls of ashes spinning around in the fireplace.
There was no drafts or anything of the kind. Then we heard footsteps
on the front porch, when Tim went to the front door to look out the window
inset, there was no one there. As soon as he sat down, the footsteps
atarted again, walking in circles and you could see the shadow of something
passing the window. Well, needles to say, there was always a light
on in the house at night from that time on. One night, when Tim's
parents were over, they heard this same thing going on, and they started
praying over the house and the footsteps stopped. Later that night,
I had gone to the kitchen to get something to drink and what I saw in my
living room made me drop my drink. There was an angel standing there
telling me that the spirit had gone to where it was supposed to go and
would never be back. After we moved out of this house, my sister-in-law
told me that she had been having bad dreams about our house. With
faces in the ceiling and skeletal hands reaching from vines growing up
the chimney. Only then did I connect the dreams I had been having
of anger and of being alone with this house. The house my husband,
our two kids, and I live in now is very nice, the only thing we seem to
have is the ghost of a small cat, who likes to run out from under the couch
and down the hallway into our bedroom.
I am not the only one in my family who has had experinces like this. My brother, Steve, who is 4 years younger than I am and not inclined to mess with or believe in this kind of thing, came down for a visit one year and told me this story.
He and his wife, Jenni, lived in a trailer in Georgia. This trailer sat next to a small lake. The property was owned by a gentleman who lived in a house on the other end of the property. Well, after some strange things happened, Steve went and talked to the owner. The owner said that his brother used to live in their trailer and that one day he had gotten drunk and went swimming in the lake and drowned. Since then, he had been unable to keep renters in the trailer because his brother still belived it was his home. Well, my brother took matters into his own hands. That night, their "houseguest" decided to watch TV at about 3:00 in the morning at full volume. My brother walked out into the living rrom and saw the wavy outline of the man sitting in the chair facing the TV. Steve told it that he didn't mind if he wanted to watch TV or live in the house with them but could he turn down the TV as it was ony 3:00 am. Steve went back to bed and could not believe it when the volume on the TV was turned down to a murmer. Steve also told me that their "houseguest" also liked games. Steve had a fishing game, the kind that you used the little poles to catch the fish as they turned in a circle on the board. Well, my brother came home from work on evening to find his wife, Jenni, sitting on the front steps waiting for him. When he asked what she was doing, she informed him that the ghost was inside playing games and she didn't feel comfortable with it. When he went inside, the fish game was sitting on the the dining room table, which was unusual in itself, because it was kept in the laundry room and Jenni had not put it there. The game was going in circles with the fish moving and one of the poles going up and down. But what really freaked my brother out about the whole thing was that there were no batteries in the game at all. Well, Steve told me that they and their "houseguest" came to some kind of a truce and Steve and Jenni lived there for another two years.
I felt pretty alone until I found this site and it helped me realize that I am not the only one out there. Thank you. I hope that this story helps someone else out there.
I have a few experiences to share. Two of them happened in
the house I grew up in. When we first moved into the house, it was
very run down and needed renovating, so my mom, dad, sister, and I all
slept in one bedroom upstairs. Well, I was sleeping in my bed one
night and woke up for no reason. I was four years old at the time.
I heard the voices of two men talking downstairs. Of course I was
terrified. I thought someone had broken in and was stealing things
from our still unpacked boxes. I remember being so scared that I
could not even scream for my dad. I got up and got into bed with
my parents. When we got up in the morning, nothing had been touched
downstairs. Years later when I was in high school, I would be very
scared while laying in my bed in my room. I hadn't seen anything,
I would just feel very scared. One night, I was laying there and
felt someone sitting in a small chair I had sitting in the corner.
The chair was facing my bed, and I knew something evil was there watching
me. I was too terrified to leave. I eventually fell asleep.
Another time when I was in Junior High, another friend and I spent the night at another girl's house. We all slept in her brother's room as he had the biggest bed. We had been eating popcorn earlier and placed the bowl of leftover popcorn at the foot of the bed. As we lay there in the dark, we were all three being pelted with pieces of popcorn. Of course each of us accused the other of throwing it, but we all denied doing it. We then looked to the end of the bed and saw popcorn flying up on its own. In the morning, the bowl was tipped, and there was popcorn everywhere. Our friend's mom told us the next day that they were told the house was haunted.
Lastly, I was working late one night, and one other co-worker was here. We were chatting at her desk and heard someone cough from the other side of the office. When we went over there, no one else was in the office besides us. I then was walking to one of the conference rooms to turn on the TV. There had been a tornado, and I wanted to check the status. All lights were off, and as I got about 10 feet from the conference room, I got this terrifying feeling like I was to turn around and go back. I did. And, those are my ghostly experiences.
My father used to laugh at me for believing in ghosts, nothing every
really happened until after he died, which I believe he came to me to prove
it to me- my brother and sister haven't experienced anything.
One of my child's toys have went off, saying "hello baby" (it was a phone that said that) it said it over and over....
I felt someone touch my arm once and I turned around to say "huh" and no one was there. I was in my father's favorite kitchen chair, where he always sat.
Then my childs other toy has played row, row, row your boat once on the anniversary of his death and once in the middle of the night. My dad loved to sing that song in his "deep" voice.
I said once to myself while driving" I wonder if people can really hear us"? I said, Ok, if someone can, give me a sign, but don't scare me.....that night around 11:15 my smoke alarm beeped once and woke me and my husband up....he said oh, it must be the batteries. I said, no way, we just moved in 6 months ago...they are new.. Then I remembered what I said! I just smiled with the feeling it was my dad.
I have been to chanellors and think the are neat! All of this interests me! But I don't want to be scared!
Just thought I'd give you some "nice stories" of what I think is my dad!
My cat, Texas Patches died a week after Easter 1999.
2 weeks later I had a
dream of her being angry because I wasn't there. So the next time I could
take leave I went home. I asked my parents were they buried her. I went to
her grave to pay my respects and the dreams stopped.
At times, she still comes "in person" to visit which I find interesting
since I'm in California and she died in Arizona. She was 18 yrs old when
she passed on. We had her since she was 2 months old. I have no problem
with her visiting just wonder why she comes to California. The only thing
I've said was "Texas?" and get a warm feeling and then the feeling leaves.
When in AZ I "feel" her jump on the bed and lay beside my legs. for awhile
she was doing that here in California but stopped except when I'm sick.
We have another cat named Pumpkin Rose which seems to "see" her as well.
My mom can "feel" her too.
I wrote to you the other day about our ghost, Mira. The freakiest
happened today. I got on the computer about 7:30 PM to check my mail and go
on ebay. About 5 minutes after I got on, I noticed faint music playing and it
was coming from my speakers which were off. I said to my sister and my
niece, listen to this. Then I turned the computer speakers on and the music
was very loud (I was on ebay on the screen) and it was a guitar rendition of
"You are my sunshine" playing over and over again. My niece said when she
was on the computer earlier in the day, she thought she heard music when she
was instant messaging a friend of hers but she didn't pay much attention to
it. Finally, I turned the computer off and on and the music was gone. While
we were watching the 11 PM news, they said the writer and singer of the song
"You are my sunshine had died today! We absolutely freaked out. We got
online and contacted and aol staff person live and asked them if they knew
how we could hear this music without having it anywhere in the computer and
they said it was not possible and made a joke about us having a GHOST!!
when i was little i used to hear someone always calling my name it
was always nice and friendly and it was always a womans voice , everytime
i heard it i would ask my step mom if she called me she always said she
didnt and i would ask my sister too and it was never her, & i knew
lots it wasnt them because sometimes they were with me , when i got a little
older i talked to my grandma about this because me and her are close because
my real mother died when i was only 2, so i told my grandma how over all
these years almost everyday i heard a womans voice calling me, and my grandma
then told me that she used to hear a womans voice calling her too except
the voice wasnt calling out her name it was calling out mom and she told
me that it was her daughters voice who is my mother i didnt recognize the
voice because i cant remember her voice because she dies when i was so
young but my grandma said it was her and sometimes when the the voice used
to call her she would try to find where it was coming from because she
loved my mom alot and wasnt scared even if it was a ghost just as long
as it was her and the voices always came from the hallway to her room and
in it, only me and my grandma ever heard these voices i think its because
we were the ones who needed her the most we miss her so much, and when
i used to hear the voices other things used to happen to like noises ussually
banging on the furnace because it makes a loud noise and whenever i go
in this one room the water pumps just start going even if no one is using
water and it always scares me because it goes out of no where, i know for
sure i wasnt imagining any of this and that scares me even more but i know
she loved me and now i dont hear anything anymore and neither does my grandma
it went away after we both talked about it
there are a couple of experiences. The first being that I moved
into a house
when i was 5, that a boy had died in. I had constant awakinings from a
little boy, telling me to get out.... sure enough, 6 months later, I had to
move out, due to a disagreement with my father.
The other story is that my mom died when i was a year old, and since then, i
have dreams about the woman i never knew, and the way she died.
In my early 20's, I moved to Maui to live with a friend of mine who
had a baby. She rented in a neighborhood built years ago by Dole Corp. for
its pineapple plantation workers-- block after block of little ramshackle
houses. Rachel liked to collect roommates-- it was almost a bed & breakfast
for friends new and old-- anyone her kind heart took pity on. At one time we
had about 9 people either living or crashing there, and everyone shared
similar otherworldly experiences on the island. For instance, you could stop
by the condemned sugarcane factory that had a banyon tree splitting it
through the middle and pick up some curious vibes-- then follow up with a
visit to "Old Maui High", a completely abandoned high school campus, and
sense all the presences you wanted in broad daylight. But we all had our
very own presences to come home to.
The kitchen had a door leading into the garage. Even if you locked it, at
certain times of the day and night, this door would unlock and swing open by
itself. Footsteps would cross the kitchen and fade out. Guests sleeping on
the convertible futon couch in the living room reported that the footsteps
came right up to the bed and walked around it. There was nothing to see if
you opened your eyes, but you'd feel as though you were being checked out.
We speculated that it was the ghost of a deceased pineapple picker coming
home from "work" and finding strange living people in his living room.
We also had baby footsteps which pattered down the hallway to the bedrooms at
the end. Rachel and her baby shared the lefthand room, I had the righthand
room. Time and again, I'd hear little hands pounding on my door at about
baby height and think it was Rachel's son, only to realize that he was asleep
for the night. It also happened in the daytime when he & his mom were out of
As a household, we used to eat potluck together several times a week. At one
point, everyone in the house went through this phase of rampant overeating.
We'd stuff ourselves until we were sick, almost unable to stop. We'd eat
even when we flat out didn't want to, almost as though we were being forced.
One day I found a book in the town library's local interest section about
Huna, the tribal religion of the Hawaiian islands. I found a wealth of
information about spirits and hauntings in this book-- apparently, the
kama'aina (native-born locals) were well-versed in dealing with such matters.
The book specifically cited the "hungry ghost" as being of significance to
their people. A "hungry ghost" causes people to eat against their will,
because it feels forgotten & neglected. The book suggested making up a plate
for the ghost so that it would feel "fed".
I came home and excitedly told a few of my roommates about what I'd read. We
talked it over and decided this might just be the answer. I don't remember
if we set out a plate for it that night, but after dinner I went for a walk
with Nikki, one of my roommates. We always walked laps around the big town
athletic field which was lit up brightly at night, and held hands out of
fellow-gal friendliness. Suddenly, I FELT SOMETHING TAKE MY OTHER HAND. I
wasn't dreaming. Something was holding my hand suspended in the air, in the
same way that Nikki was holding my other hand, and I couldn't pull loose.
Scared, I whispered to Nikki, "Something's got my hand." Big waves of pure
energy were racing up that arm, and whatever held my hand was very cold. But
I didn't get an unfriendly feeling from it at all. Nikki tried to push my
arm down, it stayed up. She felt my hand. It was ice cold, and she said my
other hand was warm. She whispered back that we should keep walking and see
what happened. We started to talk out loud about the Huna book and the ghost
in our house, saying that we wanted to be respectful of its wishes. We
walked a full rotation and a half around the field with our unseen companion.
The energy it was sending up my arm was making my teeth chatter, my body
shiver and my hair stand on end, all on a balmy Hawaiian night.
Suddenly, with a very definite feeling of friendly farewell, I felt the being
let go of my hand and leave my side. My knees buckled and I burst into
tears. At that very moment, Nikki and I were looking upward at the night
sky, and a meteorite blazed across it.
Our lease ran out a few months afterward, and we all moved on. I don't
remember any more happening with the garage door ghost. It was as if he had
only wanted to be recognized, then he could leave. The baby ghost seemed to
stay. Maybe it didn't understand that it could leave, the way the older
This is the first time writing my experiences here. I
have quite a few. I will start with he most recent.
When I was 12 (1992) I lived in Montana. This was the
very first time I experienced anything.
I got really sick. The doctors thought it might have
been from the soldiers bringing back some weird stuff
back from Desert Storm. But to me I felt like I was
going to die.
I remember the night it was the sickness was the worst
it had ever been. My parents were carrying me to bed
cause I had no energy to walk, and barely speak. But
When they got to my room, I saw a woman sitting in the
corner. I asked me mom who it was. She thought I was
hallucinating because I was so sick.
Later that night, I was awakened by something watching
me. I looked over and saw a woman sitting with me.
She was wearing all white and had long curly hair.
She saw just looking at me and had a smile on her
face. I feel back to a peaceful sleep. After that I
got better REAL fast. It was almost like my guardian
angel watching over me.
My second experience didn't come to me until my family
and I moved to Washington State, in a little suburb of
Seattle called Auburn. We lived in a brick duplex.
As soon as you walked into the house you'd be in the
kitchen and you'd see the darkness beyond that. The
house my family now call "the dungeon" because it was
so dark in that house.
The first ghost I saw in that house wasn't until 6
months after we moved in.
My parents had just left for work and my school was
less than a block away. I was getting ready for
school and I was walking out my room and was in the
threshold of the door when "she" walked right in from
of me. She was wearing a long black late 1800s dress
and had her long black hair down. She had walked
through the wall, stopped, looked at me, turned back
and kept walking right into the bathroom. She was so
pale and translucent! I was petrified! But I had to
get ready for school, so I went into the bathroom and
got ready. I thought I had a hallucination and didn't
think about it after that. UNTIL.....
One night my mom and I got to bed really late a little
after midnight. We turned off all the lights. And it
was pitch black in the house. Not even the light from
outside shown in. We were almost to the hall when I
saw a flash of light and saw a little boy about 7 or 8
years old run right in front of us. He was wearing
knickerbockers and a little cap. I soon as it
dissappered. I asked my mom if she saw it. In a
shaky voice she said no and said she saw that kind of
stuff all the time at work. How could she know what I
saw, I didn't tell her.
Too go on with my true story, I saw a man in my
bathroom with a knife in his hand and when I looked at
out knife holder there was a knife missing and not in
our dishwasher. To this day there is still a knife
I saw a girl walking around my room, I had forgotten I
had set my clock and when it went off at 6:30am I got
up and saw her. She too was wearing black and had the
same black hair. She started to come toward me.
After that I don't remember anything. I just remember
waking up a while later.
Then, there was a time when I had just went outside
and had forgotten something inside. When I went back
to get it everything in the room looked like a tornado
when through the living room.
The very last thing that happened in the that dungeon
of a house was about a month before we moved. I was
in the pantry getting some macaroni on the top shelf.
When I felt pressure on my chest and was thrown
against the wall behind me. The force was so great,
that I had bruises on my chest from what ever pushed
me and bruises on my back from hitting the wall.
But you know, every time I told my mom and dad about
it and they never believed me. I told them about a
month after we moved and they said they believed me
the whole time. So, whatever it was I think it's
still following me. The house I live in now, is
pretty scary too!
Just in the past year and half I have heard chairs
moving, the table with the glass in them moving like
someone is walking and accidently hitting it as they
walk by. I have also heard "him" walking in and out
of my room and night and seeing nothing.
My boyfriend who WAS a non believer has heard "him"
walking by him and has heard the chairs move and seen
the dishes move. "He" has banged on the walls in my
room and the garage. Now, I'm just really scared and
I can say, " I see dead people." Cause I have seen
"him" walking in my house!
I feel it is a he or a him just the way he watches me
and the way he walks in the house. Maybe someday I
can solve this mystery. But for now I'm just really scared!
First off, let me start by saying that the following story is not
interest, however very important to me personally. I have been extremely
psychic since a small child and have had many paranormal experiences in my
life. I am by no means a new comer to the world of parapsychology, but the
following is new to me.
In 1997 my beloved cat Louie died of Pleurisy. He was my soul mate and we
were very close. We had conversations on a daily basis and he was so loyal.
He was survived by his mate Sugar Lee. Need less to say, his death was very
overwhelming, tragic and happened so quickly. Louie died at the Vet about a
block and a half from my apartment. After viewing his body and making
arrangements for cremation, I returned home alone. I was in some of the most
severe mourning I had ever experienced. While in this process, I decided to
feed Sugar Lee and although I know this is where I made my mistake, I can't
take it back now. I called out for Lou, as I always did for feeding time. I
was in denial and acting a bit strange my self. Approximately tem minutes
later, I was sitting on my bed crying. Sugar Lee had also been crying out
for him as she sat to my left on the hardwood floor. Amazingly, we both
heard a heavy creek come from right side of the floor where Lou would always
sit. Both the cat and I looked over simultaneously, so it was proof to me
that it wasn't simply my mourning imagination. My floors absolutely do not
creak without weight upon them. I knew instantly that Lou was there. The
next day while sitting in the guest room (crying profusely again) I heard a
crashing sound that was not uncommon. Lou would always jump onto the top of
an organ I had and lay on top of it. He was 22 pounds, so he never failed to
knock the sheet music from the top of it. Sure enough, the crashing sound
came from a top the organ and again it was apparent that Lou was there. When
this happened I immediately realized that through my intense mourning I had
summoned Louie's spirit into the apartment. A month or so later, Sugar Lee
had an experience in the hallway that I cannot explain. All I know is that
she saw something that scared her out of her wits. Have you ever seen a cat
go pale? It was interesting to say the least. The reason I'm writing is
because my Husband and I are planning to relocate sometime next year and I
have tremendous concerns about possibly leaving Louie behind. I can't say
for sure that he hasn't moved on, for I haven't had anymore experiences
Little Boy Ghost
My house has always had a couple of wierd things with it. Its
2-story house. Anyway one night I was downstairs looking up info for a
report I was doing. Ironically, it was a ghost report. My mom was in the
room next to me on the phone and my sister was upstairs in bed. All of a
sudden I hear a huge crash as if someone had fallen down our stairs or
something. I got up and ran to the stairs but nothing seemed out of place.
I turned on the light in the kitchen to see if anything had fallen and
everything was in place because I had just cleaned the kitchen before I did
my report. I check the bathroom to see if anything had fallen and, of
course, nothing had fallen. I thought something might have fallen in my
room so I start to walk upstairs. My cat was running around the house,
meowing loudly and wouldn't stop running. I checked my room and nothing had
fallen. I check my sisters room and she was awake and I asked if she had
made that noise and she said she didn't but the noise woke her up and she
was looking around also. Then she decided to go downstairs and I left her
room. As I did, I saw a flash out of the corner of my eye on the floor,
like a lighter flash. I shrugged it off and went downstairs because it was
cold up there. As I reached the bottom of the stairs I looked up and
noticed it was really dark up their. I decided to go back up and put a
light in the mini hall up there. So I go and grab a lightbulb and head
upstairs. As I get to the top and small kids hand waved up in my face
really quickly. My whole body tensed and I about fell back down the stairs
but caught my balance. I went and put the light in and looked all over the
place to see what the little hand could have been but I didn't find
I live in an older neighborhood in Colorado Springs, CO. We moved
into my house when I was seven years old. It was built in 1903.
Ever since I was little,my parents said I had a strange awareness of
things that happened around me. I believe them. At first when I
moved in it was fairly quiet; not much happened for the first three
years. I merely had trouble sleeping. The summer before my sixth
grade year I had a friend over. We used to play with my collection
of horse figurines. Anyhow, we heard what we thought was my mother
walking down the hall, and then we threw the blankets over our
heads. We were supposed to be asleep. We had left my horses in a
heap. Anyway, when we thought he coast was clear, we threw the
blankets off. The horses were in a neat row, standing up! I looked
over my friend's shoulder and saw a little girl that looked to be
about our age playing with the toys! At first my friend thought I
was crazy,until the girl tugged at her shirt. She spoke to me in a
very clear and gentle voice. She said her name was Mary, and that
her brother Luke lived here with her around 1960. She was protecting
me from something that hadn't happened yet. After that, I saw her
more and more frequently. I often came home to find that a room I
had left messy was spotlessly clean, even though all of my family was
with me. I even saw her brother a few times in my living room. Both
of them were nice, so I never gave it a second thought. My mother
got an indian sand painting from a friend for a gift that Christmas
and hung it up in our bathroom. It kept turning a quarter turn. My
father, who hadn't believed me before, was frightened by it and hid
it in a box downstairs. I later learned of another ghost, who now
walks over my bedroom every night on the roof and I have seen fall
When that happened, I decided to do some research on the history of
my house. I went to the library and looked at micro forms, but found
very little. I did learn that my house had had many additions since
it was built, and that the living room, bathroom, and my brother's
room was the original floorplan of the house. After the
disappointment of coming up empty-handed, I decided to go home. I
had a dream that night from what I knew was Mary's point of view.
Her father came home drunk, and killed her and her brother in the
living room with a long hunting knife. After that, he sped away in
his car and hit a light pole. He died also. His bestfriend came and
disposed of the bodies.
I decided to forget what I had dreamed. I saw very litle of Mary
until just a few months ago. I am eighteen now, so that tells you
how long it has been. I have always heard the ghost on the roof, and
it has never bothered me. But Mary came to me on Halloween, and she
was genuinely freaked out. My friend and I were holding a seance as
a part of our party. A dark figure which only I could see, but
everyone felt, appeared at my bedroom window. I was just as scared
as she was. I banished the figure, and he disappeared after a few
minutes. I went to the library again a week ago. I had a date to
look for. September 26th, 1960. I found the obituaries of Luke,
Mary, their father. Come to find out that the footsteps on the roof
were the evil figure, and he was their father's friend who was still
trying to find the bodies he had hidden. He's gone now, but Luke and
Mary still frequent the house. Luke has of late begun some
mischievous activity, but I don't grudge him. The whole fact was
that Mary was tryingo protect me from that spirit, and now that he's
gone, I can finally sleep in peace. But every now and then I see imp-
like creatures as you have described. Several of them come through a
wall in my room. I can venture so far as to say they look like small
dragons to me, but they have never done me any harm, and they have
always been there.
Sorry this is so long, but I thought you might like to know you
aren't alone in seeing strange spirits.
three years ago when we were camping in the British Columbia area, something
strange happened. I was sleeping in the tent beside the Rv in which the
parents slept. In the morning I was the first to wake and mom and the others
were awake too inside the Rv, mom came out and said that you slept until
12:00 am at night and woke me up very pale (me) now I told her I slept right
through the night, I always remeber when I wake up you know. Well, we put
that off for the time being.
About two weeks later it happened again but at my grandmother's house when
I stayed for the night. She said that you were up at 12:00 am and very pale,
she asked if i felt al can but i didn't answer and again I told my
grandmother that I slept right throught the night. And it happened again
just a week ago with my sister, she said she was afraid of me, she said that
i was standing in her door looking at her very pale, but I don't remeber
anything like this. I read this book on ghosts and found a thing called
doulbe vision, basicly i must be able to project an image of myself at night
and my sister mistaken me for a ghost (image).
I have some ghostly encounters to share: I used to work in the English
department at a college. All the departments are in houses that the college
bought. I'd been told when I first started there that noises were heard
when no one else was in the house, but I was rather skeptical. For the
first year, I heard nothing. My second year working there, one of the
professors died, and that is when I began hearing footsteps coming from the
second floor (I worked on the first floor). I wasn't alone in hearing these
noises -- my friend Dot worked with me, and she heard them, too. We never
felt threatened, though -- we could tell it was a peaceful ghost who just
lingered in the house; we'd walk in and feel like we were home, like the
house welcomed us.
One afternoon, when no one else was around and it was stormy out, we heard
footsteps walking up the stairs to the second floor. It sounded like
someone was holding on to the railing, too, because we heard the same noise
we'd hear when someone held on to walk up to the second floor. We were a
little scared, but didn't feel threatened. A student came in, and he heard
the noise, too. Wanting to see what was going on, I went racing up the same
staircase where we'd heard the noise, which stopped right in front of the
office of the professor who'd died, Dot and the student right behind me. I
thought I was going to see him when I opened the door, so I opened it very
slowly, but there was nothing there.
Not long after that, I was talking to Dot, and glanced at the conference
table out of the corner of my eye, and from my angle, I saw an arm and an
open book, and the figure was wearing a tan shirt. When I turned to
completely face the table, there was no one there, which on some level I
knew, because I knew Dot and I were alone in the house. But I believe I saw
the late professor, because he was the only one in the department with a tan
short-sleeved polo shirt, and I used to see him sitting at the table
There was one scary occurrence in the department, experienced by two friends
of mine, Heather and Kim. They were alone in the department at the
conference table after class, and Heather went upstairs to the bathroom.
She heard Kim talking, and wondered who she was talking to, but when she
went downstairs, Kim asked Heather who she was talking to! Something had
mimicked their voices! They got out of there immediately, and refused to
enter the department when no one else was around.
Hello...my name is Zeke. I've often visited this site...being that
ghost stories is one of my hobbies. Anywho on with my story.
I am now 15 and this experience happened when I was around 2-4 years old.
I was lying in bed one night trying to get to sleep. My older brother was in
the at my side on the bed fast asleep. The curtains to the window were
opened and I was staring out looking at the stars. And all of a sudden I saw
something fly by the window. Well it didn't really fly, it actually kinda
floated by. But you see the scary thing is, it was a pinkish figure it
looked like it had just a head a body and a tail. No arms and no legs of any
sort. As it was floating by it's head started to spin around in circles. I
was so scared, as I am now just typing about it. Because for some reason I
always feel like that same "demon" or whatever it was that floated by
follows me wherever I am, even though I have never seen it since.
Now as every little child would do I went to tell my mom. But of course just
like every other mom, she told me it was just a dream. But only I know that
it really happened for I was wide awake trying to get to sleep.
And to this very day I still haven't found out what that creature was.
Here is yet another story. This one happened just last night
I have always felt that there was something around me as I was growing up.
I certainly hope that I don't have a supernatural being following me. Even
in the house I grew up in I noticed things. From the sounds of someone
walking up the stairs from the basement to the basement door opening and
closing. Strange sounds from the basement and shadows. My house was built
on to an old basement house. I think that there are ghosts down there.
Next, I moved to an apartment. The people behind me always commented on
feeling an evil presence there. I would get up in the morning and turn my
fan off and my closet door would be closed. I would go and take a shower
and come back out. My fan would be back on and my closet doors would be
open. cupboards in my kitchen would be open and my little cat would be
hiding under my bed. Things would constantly come up missing, most of which
would never be found. I hated being in that apartment alone. I always had
an uneasy feeling there. I was happy to move out!
I moved into a house 3 years ago. At first it was fine. Lately I have been
noticing strange things. First, my fiancé's car keys came up missing. They
just disappeared off of out kitchen table and reappeared about 5 hours later
in the same spot where they were before. Things of the same nature have
happened to other objects in our house. I have two cats. Recently, they
have been acting very strange. My girl cat will sit in the hallway and
stare at the wall. There is nothing there, I have checked it out. When she
does this, my boy cat gets really weird. It's like he gets the devil in his
eyes and he just starts going crazy. I use to think it was the rips but it
is different now. I suggested that when my girl cat is sitting staring at
the wall that we get a camera and start taking pictures. Maybe something
will show up in them.
Anyway, back to last night . I was in my kitchen washing dishes
(where my sink is, I would be standing with my back to the door and
windows). It was about 7:30 PM. My back door was open, I had just put the
glass in my screen door for the winter. My girl cat was sitting in front of
the door just staring off in to space. I started to hear a tapping on the
door. My cat just started freaking out. My flood light on the back of my
house suddenly turned on (it is operated by switch from the inside of my
house). I started to get chills and the hair on the back of my neck started
to stand up. I had that feeling like somebody was watching me. My friend
went outside and looked all over the back yard (I have a 9 ft privacy fence
with bushes on the other side, so it's not like someone could just run
through or jump the fence). There was nobody there or walking down the
street. Before I went to bed I went into my bathroom to brush my teeth and
drink some water when I started to get that feeling again. I turned the
light of and ran into my bedroom. I jumped in my bed and pulled the covers
over my head. I turned and was laying on my stomach. It felt like someone
was standing over me. I can't really explain the feeling I had. I have
felt it before at my apartment and my parents house. It was like a
fluttery, butterflies in my stomach feeling. I just laid there and told
whatever it was to go away. After a couple of minutes the fluttery feeling
was gone and I slept great. I don't know if it is in my head or what. My
fiancée thinks that I am nuts. Although, he admitted feeling something at
our apartment. He is leaving for a week to go hunting. I am afraid to be
in my house alone.
When I was small, just past toddler, I had an "imaginary friend"
Bobby. Bobby was a very dark shadow with red glowing eyes and bad things
always happened when he wanted to play, things would get wrecked, like my
dad's self portrait, my cat got stuck in the ventilation system and lots of
other things my dad attributes to me and Bobby. But my dad knew what Bobby
was too, he knew he wasn't just an imaginary friend because he said
sometimes he could see it from the corner of his eye, he'd catch these red
eyes staring at him, or feel a cold hand on his back, that sort of thing.
We moved when I was five and Bobby couldn't leave, he was sort of stuck, I'm
not sure why. Then there were no more wierd events. We moved again. We
moved into this apartment where suddenly I became terrified of the dark. My
room was at the very back of the house, at the southeast corner, nearest the
yard of our next door neighbor. Our house, wasn't the problem, it was
theres. For a while I kept seeing things, a ghostly figure and I'd hear
things and I knew that whatever was outside my bedroom was very sad and
lonely, but always very, very angry. One moment he wanted to be my friend,
the next he wanted to hurt me, he had a very bad temper, but he never could
get close for very long. Sometimes I'd start to have trouble breathing, it
felt like the air was being squeezed out of me when I was laying in my bed,
then my dog would jump up and start barking and it would stop. It just got
madder and madder. And all of the sudden on day, it stopped. Until I was
about 13 or 14 it had stopped. Then a friend of mine Amber moved in next
door and another friend in the floor below her. We had a sleep over one
night, in their backyard, I thought it'd be safe. We went to go pick
flowers, because some wierd ones grew, from behind their garage(which btw
was an old carriage house, unaccessible because of the raised railroad
tracks built over the road that had been there more than half a century
ago). Anyway we started to go behind the garage and all three of us froze,
I wasn't crazy, we all saw something. Something very angry and now, very
awake. All I remember is being frozen for a moment and feeling it, nose to
nose with us, it seemed bigger than before, alot bigger, he wanted us to
come play, to come in the back with him and stay with him, but Heather, who
only got angry at seeing it, grabbed us and told us we should go in. We
ran. We left our stuff and we ran to our respective houses. I slept in my
room that night, not well, because I could still hear it, my dog kept
barking at it. He wanted me to come stay with him, he said I was nice and
that he wouldn't have woken up again if we hadn't done something, but I
don't know what. For a while things weren't so bad. He stayed in his yard,
bugging us on occassion and I tried to pretend I didn't see anything, it
worked for a while. During that winter strange things happened. We found
wierd foot prints and marks in the snow, just animals I said, we found
strange pictures in the fog on the glass, just the nieghbor boys, my dog
barked at the ayrd the whole winter, every time he went outside. I saw
little lights behind the garage and I know there is no electricity in the
garage. That sort of thing went on all winter and spring. The next summer
though, Amber got a ouija board. She started playing with it alot. She
said that she had contacted something. She wanted to talk to whatever was
in her yard. The problem was, she woke lots of things up. That's how I
explain it anyways. I would go into her house and I started to see things.
Lots of things. There were several "secret" room in her house. A small
room that locks from the outside, behind the refrigerator, a door that was
meant to match the wall, also with a lock on the outside, both the landlord
didn't know about. One was in her apartment, one was in the basement. She
could never shut her pantry door, plates and things would start to smash
onto the floor and once a peanut butter jar slammed against the wall and
shattered. Amber started to put tape recorders in there and kept the door
shut, she wanted to make it talk to her, but that just made things worse,
especially after she decided to use the ouija board in her house again.
That room behind the refrigerator, I couldn't go in there when Amber tried
to make me, it was so cold and dark and I heard crying, Amber didn't, she
was to busy trying to find a tape recorder. But I heard a soft weeping
sound and something kept pleading to be let out, Amber said I was hearing
things. There was only one spirit in her apartment, I think it was a child,
he always hid from Amber, because she tried to make him do things. But I
saw him, he was so little and afraid, I tried to talk to it, but he ran away
to that little room behind the refrigerator or to the pantry. The real
problem IN the house was the basement. This is where stuff happened that
all of us saw and felt and heard. Amber, myself(also named Amber), Heather
and a friend of ours Rudaina decided to make a club house in the basement.
This was a bad idea. Things weren't too bad at first, then I discovered the
hidden room and we found, what looked like scratches, in the door of that
room, like someone had been locked in. Things were ok for a little while,
then Rudaina, who lived next door, could see the basement windows from her
room, she claimed to see somthing in the windows, a women. She said she
followed her into the basement once, but wouldn't step past the door frame.
She said she saw bodies down there, bloody and hurt and then she ran. She
wouldn't go back alone. Three of us, minus Heather, went into the basement
one day and we were looking around and decorating when the door slammed shut
and the knobs fell off. We were stuck down there and we tried not to freak
out, but it was getting really cold(it was still summer, that one where it
go so hot all those people died in chicago)and we started to hear things.
Little whispers, but when I walked up to the door, there was a banging, I
thought someone was on the other side, but when I peeked through the key
hole, no one was there, but the banging on the door was. We freaked out and
ran to one of the rooms and we heard a scratching from the one door I had
found, we thought it was a rat, I opened it and there wasn't anyone there,
just some things falling off the shelf, like it had been bumped. Finally
Heather came home and we started to scream for her, it took a while, the
door was locked and we had trouble finding the getting and getting the knobs
back on. But finally we got out. We never went down there again. Amber
started playing with the Ouija board more and after a couple of days I
started to see things. There was a this shadow, it was Bobby, I knew it
was, those same angry red eyes, him and several other silouhettes were
there, Amber could see them sometimes, but usually she just said it was a
trick of the light or something. But I knew I wasn't crazy. Rudaina saw
them. I remember trying to go into her house once, up the stairs and
something pulled me, I thought I slipped, I tried to go up again and then I
saw it, shadowy arms tugging me down, it was Bobby. Amber tried to talk
with it on the Ouija board and that just made things worse, what she got was
that he was mad at me for leaving. That he was all alone with the
roaches(the house I lived in when I was small was infested). She asked for
his named and he said it was Bobby, Amber didn't know about that, I didn't
tell her because she was the kind who would play pranks. After a while I
would cross the street rather than walk in front of her house, it was always
so could and I had trouble breathing sometimes, but Bobby couldn't leave
Ambers house, I don't know why. But things only got worse with my backyard
neighbor, I felt like something was sitting on my chest at night sometimes,
squeezing out the air and my dog never stopped barking. For the rest of
that summer I slept in the living room. Then after a few months, the thing
in the backyard stopped. I still saw things on occassion, then Heather
moved away and things got very quiet. She refuses to talk about this stuff.
Amber moved away a year later and things were dead silent again. I don't
know why. On and off that thing was around, the one in the back yard, but I
just tried to ignore it. I couldn't figure out why it kept coming and
going. Now I am 20 years old and I'm a nanny. I care for two kids, one is
this beautiful 5 year old girl named Grace. I moved out of my place in
March and things have been calm since. But before I moved, for about the
last 2 or 3 months I was there, things were really bad. I started to see
things again, just that one thing though. It seemed to have claws when I
could see it, it was pissed and I could feel cold, sharp somethings pushing
down on my shoulders and sometimes I felt like the air was being squeezed
out of me. The little girl and I started to have nightmares on the same
nights. In mine, this ghostly image I saw was rendering her, slicing her up
because I had done something. Grace started having nightmares about a
figure similar to Bobby, but he had claws like I saw in my nightmares.
Her's was taking her brother away and hurting me. She was terrified of her
own house. She claimed that when I was around she could see it and she
showed me one day and pointed to it and there it was, plain as day, a dark
shadow with a red gleam. Well a friend of mine, Jerry, believes in spirits
and the like and I knew I could talk to him. He came to my house once, and
never again. He said he saw it and he got freaked out, he said he felt
something try and claw his stomach, it was cold, and you know how when you
put and ice cube on your skin it leaves a red mark when you take it away
from a moment, well that was what was on his stomach, three long marks. My
friend Colleen also came here twice, once with her husband and once with a
friend and all of them claimed to see a shadow moving, it had a strange red
gleam to it, all of them refuse to go to that old place, even when I had to
move, the refused to help move me out, into a new place no problem, but they
wouldn't step foot in that place. The said it was haunted. Well in the
mean time Gracie was terrified, we both kept having nightmares on the same
night. One day though, with the help of Colleen, I think I figured out what
was going on. I had this teapot. A very old, little brass teapot, I got it
when I was living back at that one roach infested house when I was small.
That's when everything started. Each time I started seeing that one thing,
is when the teapot was in my room, not packed away in the attack, or broken
and needing to be fixed. I never figured out the conncection until Grace
had this one dream about a teapot and asked me why it had my teapot. She
described it to me perfectly, now mind you, she's never been to me house,
those nightmares scared me. Well finally, shortly before I moved, I snapped
the spout off the teapot, not too hard, considering it was superglued on
from breaking several times. It's still in pieces at the old place. But
things have stopped. The nightmares never came back, Gracie wasn't scared
anymore. My father thinks that this teapot was fetter for whatever it was
that was around all those years, and that it being broken or packed away was
important, but I don't know. All I know is that, except for that one
summer, where we all saw strange things, the thing I kept seeing went away
went I wrecked the teapot. I know I'm not crazy. Because I'm not the only
whose seen these things. As for Ambers house, I still won't go in or near
that house, none of us will, especially Rudaina who still lives next door.
I've tried to find out the history of the teapot and the houses. A man,
after finding his wife and his best friend in best killed them then shot
himself, he shot himself in what was my Ambers back yard, behind the
carriage house, about 30 years ago. He lived directly across the railroad
tracks from her. A woman named betty lived in Amber's house for many years,
she died and only her and her neighbor, also deceased about 8 years ago knew
the history of the houses. I don't know how to start to actually research
them myself. As for the teapot, my parents are really sure where it came
from, they think it was either from my Great Grand Mother or something my
father picked up at an antique store. I've thought about taking pictures of
the things I've seen, but I always forget to bring a camera. I should
probably start carrying one with me. Maybe one day I'll get up the nerve to
go back to Amber's and check out the basement.
I'm Not Afraid of Ghosts Anymore
This is a fairly long story, and I apologize, but that's how these
things go :-)
I was five years old when we moved into the house in Brighton MI. I don't
remember much about the house when I was that age, only that it scared me to
look at the front of it because it looked like a face. There were two
bedroom windows sticking out of the roof, each with a triangle gable of it's
own. Beneath them was the slanted roof of the front porch, which had windows
all around it and looked like teeth. The first I remember of the hauntings,
I was about 8 years old and was playing at the neighbor's house. She told me
a story about our two houses, which were about 200 yards apart. She told me
they used to be one big house that a man had built for his wife when they
got married. High on down the road, their daughter was getting married, so
they split the house on one side to make a new house where ours was. They
physically moved that part of the house over and built a new wall.
Apparently, this man was horrid to his wife and eventually killed her by
abusing her, thus passing the house to a new owner. When I was about 10
years old I went over to my neighbors house to help her clean the attic out.
She was finding all kinds of things from previous owners, including a
beautiful (but dusty!) porcelain doll. The doll was wearing a burgundy dress
and had dark brown hair, and those eyes that opened and closed. My neighbor
didn't have a child old enough at the time to play with dolls, so she asked
me if I would like to keep her. Of course I said yes! I took her home and
set her in a small wood rocking chair I had had from when I was younger. I
shared my room with two pretty mischeivious younger sisters (although they
would tell it differently), so it came as no surprise to me the next morning
to discover the doll was gone from the rocking chair. I assumed one of them
had taken it, so I immediately went trouncing off to their room to recover
her. Of course I listened to the innocent protests from both of them and got
thoroughly annoyed when they continued to "lie" about it, so I gave up and
went downstairs to have breakfast. About noon my neighbor called and asked
if I would like to come help her clean the attic again that day, and I said
okay. Then she casually asked me why I didn't take the doll when I left the
day before. I am quite sure my face was white as a sheet when I whispered to
her that I had in fact taken the doll and set it in my room. Of course I
didn't want it back after she told me she found it back in the attic, in the
very spot we had found it!
That house stands next to an empty field also. My sisters and I used to play
in the field all the time, and the long grass was always flattened in one
spot in the perfect shape of a square. My mother used to pass it off as
"deer beds", and I believed her until one day I looked out the window and
saw a house standing there with a girl walking around it in a long dress. I
was getting pretty immune to things like that by this time so of course I
walked out there, to see nothing there at all but grass....and a blue
I think between the lights that went on and off, the doors that would open
and shut all the time, and the very hairy man staring at me whenever I awoke
at 3:30am has pretty much desensitized me to ghosts in my older years,
although now I can tell by walking into a house whether or not there is a
ghost there. I have gotten used to the feeling of being able to feel them,
and tell if they are just there, or there and want you to know.
There were so many odd things about that house I couldn't possibly list them
all, but now when you drive by it, the new owners have redone everything and
it doesn't look like a face anymore, just a nice yellow house------with a
very wicked history.
I wonder if they know???
I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE
I LIVED IN AN OLD BROWN STONE--NEVER REALLY BELIEVED IN GHOSTS.
I JUST ENTERTAINED THE IDEA WHEN BORED AND WANTING TO PLAY.
THE BROWN STONE WAS OLD. BUILT IN THE LATE 19TH EARLY 20TH CENTURY. OUR
KITCHEN WAS ON THE THIRD FLOOR IN BETWEEN MY BEDROOM (I SHARED WITH MY TWIN)
AND OUR PLAYROOM. THE LIVING ROOM AND EVERYTHING ELSE ETC WAS ON OTHER
FLOORS. MANY OF US OCCUPIED THAT HOUSE. NINE TO BE EXACT. ALL HAD EXPERIENCES
WITH THE SUPERNATURAL BUT I CAN ONLY TELL MINE. AT FIRST WHEN I HEARD
EVERYONE INCLUDING MY DAD SPEAK OF SO- CALLED GHOSTS IN OUR HOUSE I NEVER
BELIEVED CUS I NEVER SAW ANYTHING. ONE EVENING I WAS IN THE BASEMENT
APARTMENT WHERE MY UNCLE WAS STAYING AT THE TIME. WHEN I CAME DOWN I SAW
THAT THE LIGHT WAS ON AND MY UNCLE WAS IN THE BATHROOM SO I RELAXED AND USED
THE PHONE. I HEARD MY UNCLE USING THE TOLIET, TAKING A SHOWER, THEN USING
THE SINK. MY DAD CAME DOWN STAIRS (HE JUST CAME IN FROM WORK) TO SEE WHAT I
WAS DOING. MY DAD MADE A COMMENT ON HOW SILLY MY UNCLE IS AND I SAID "YEA,
HE'S IN THE BATHROOM RIGHT NOW WASHING UP A LOT, MAYBE HE'S GETTING READY
FOR A DATE AND I LAUGHED" MY DAD LOOKED AT ME WEIRD AND SAID "I JUST SAW
YOUR UNCLE ON THE CORNER ON MY WAY HOME WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT" SINCE I
WAS SO BUSY ON THE PHONE WITH MY FRIEND AS WELL IT DID NOT IMMEDIATELY
REGISTER THAT MY DAD JUST SAW MY UNCLE ON THE CORNER BUT I'M HEARING SOMEONE
IN THE BATHROOM. BOTH ME AND MY FRIEND AT THE SAME TIME STOP FOR A MOMENT
AND MY FRIEND SAID "IF YOUR UNCLE IS NOT IN THE BATHROOM----- I SAID BYE A
DASHED UP STAIRS. I WAS SHAKING, SO SCARED. I KNOW A MAN DIED DOWN THERE
WHEN I FIRST MOVED WITH MY DAD BUT WAS THAT HIS SPIRIT?----------- I SWEAR I
HEARD SOMEONE IN THE BATHROOM CLEAR AS DAY-------I TRIED TO MAKE IT MY
IMAGINATION BUT I KNOW WHAT I HEARD.
IN THAT HOUSE IT WAS ALWAYS UNUSUALLY COLD
MY AUNT, OLDER SISTER AND TWIN ALL EXPERIENCED THIS FORCE THAT PUSHED THEM
DOWN IN THEIR BEDS AND THEY SAID THEY COULD NOT MOVE--------------
A PSYCHIC ONE OF MY SISTERS MET SAID THAT HOUSE WAS HAUNTED WITH A LOT OF
GHOSTS. I'M GLAD WE MOVED ;0)
Haunts from Down Under
I have had experiences with ghosts before but never with one who
quite as persistent as this one. I am interested in the tarot, have read a
great deal on wicca practices (although I don't practice) and have been told
by several clairvoyants that I am at least partly psychic.
Last weekend (Saturday night) my flatmate and I were home - had been out the
night before and were lying on my bed talking and working out what we were
doing. For interest and maybe of value, Saturday night was the first night
of a full moon and it was also Remebrance Day for the ANZACS (Australian &
New Zealand soldiers from World War 2). Worthy of note is that our
apartment is brand new - am not sure what the building was before.
I could see "something" - an energy bundle which was moving closer. As it
came closer it was a very clear outline of an australian soldier (they have
distinctive "diggers" hats) - my flatmate saw my face go white and grabbed
my hand. As she did this she could also see the soldier and we appeared to
raise some kind of energy around us - which the soldier was pushing against.
The pressure of holding whatever energy it was up was putting raised
imprints into our hands and arms. My bedroom has double mirrored doors on
the wardrobe and after a while there was mist/steam on the mirrors. We left
the bedroom and the soldier came with us. In the courtyard were several
more, although only one other came into the house and left quite shortly.
After several hours of this soldier following us around the house and it
seemed as though it was coming into us - the imprints which started in our
hand continually moved up our arms (the imprint appeared to be a four
pronged fork)- it was a conscious effort to push it out. After several
hours of this we were feeling very drained and decided to go outside for a
walk - however it followed and proceeded to push us away from the apartment
and when we started heading back it was pushing against us going back.
Eventually (close to sunrise) I cast a banishing spell and it seemed to move
away - although not out of the house. We thought it had gone from the
house last night however it is still in my bedroom - I can feel its energy
(it seems to stay at the end of my bed or hover above me) and when I woke up
at 3am this morning my mirrors were once again misted up.
Whilst I am prepared to have it in the house if we can't get rid of it, I do
need for it to respect space and my bedroom needs to be "off limits" -
particularly since it is disturbing my sleep and I have a professional job
which I need to be able to focus on during the day. My preference is not to
have to move - since we only moved in about 2-3 months ago.
Ghosts in my Home
I have reason to believe that there are ghosts in my home. There
been way to many weird things going on here that there really is no other
explanation for these things to be happening. We recently got stationed in
Okinawa Japan. And shortly after we moved in we have heard a few weird
The first incident my 2 year old son came into my bedroom early in the
morning and he crawled in bed with me and looked behind me, he said cheese
as if someone were taking his picture, he turned my head and said cheese
mommy cheese so I turned my head around and said cheese thinking nothing
of it, then he says wait, wait, wait, wait gets off of my bed and runs
down the hall. He then comes back to the doorway of my bedroom and says
mommy where did he go?
The second thing we noticed, we heard knocking in the boyís playroom, well
where the sound was coming from someone would have had to have been knocking
through our bedroom closet, there is no other way. And nothing that we could
see was there.we just all heard knocking. The knocking noises have happened
more than once.
The third incident, my 5 year old son came into my bedroom around 3am and
woke me up and asked me to shut my music off because he couldnít get to
sleep. Well, I wasnít listening to musicand I told him I wasnít playing any
music, what was he talking about? So he takes me into their bedroom and I
heard the sound of a music box, I looked under the bed and all around the
room to see where this music was coming from. I have a dresser pushed in
front of their closet. I moved the dresser out and opened the closet up,
there was nothing in the closet but you could hear the music plain as day
the music was definitely coming from the closet.
The fourth thing that happened was, I thought I heard the noise of a door
open in the middle of the night. My husband works nights, so I figured he
was coming home for a bite to eat or something. I walked out into the living
room and I see a shadow standing in the walkway, I called out my husbandís
name and there was no answeras I walked closer the shadow disappeared. I
noticed it was cold over there and the front door was locked, no one was
And most recently, by far the scariest thing yet isI was taking a shower
and the water and the room gets ice cold. I go to get out of the tub. There
is water all over the floor and on the sides of the tub are two 1975
pennies my brother died this August 2000, and he was born in 1975, at first
I thought it was a sick joke someone was playing on me. But my husband was
at work and my two sons were sound asleep.
I do believe in the supernatural. I have had several experiences
subject. At firstI thought I was imagining these things or that I was crazy.
I later learned that I was not the only one that was experiencing these
things. For as long as I can remember my grandfather's house has been
haunted. I and many other family members have seen, and heard stranges
things. I know for a fact that there are three ghosts living in the house
with my family. There is a woman and two men. They never have physically
harmed us or done anything bad so we have been believing that they are there
to protect us. They do things like open and shut doors repeatedly, the rooms
get cold at times, the lights flicker, we hear voices, etc. One time in
particular I was sitting in my mother's room watching T.V.. I suddenly heard
someone call out my name. At first I thought I was just hearing things, but
it happened again, and then again. I knew that no one was home so I thought
it might be someone at the door. I got up to check the door. It was closed,
and when I looked out there was no sign of anyone. Another time, more recent,
my little sister had a lamp that was sitting on her dresser. She had draped a
little blanket over it so that her room would be dim. My mom told her that it
might start a fire, but my sister didn't listen. As she was sitting on her
bed about to go to sleep, the lamp flew off the dresser and broke in half. My
little sister has told me many times that sometimes at night when she is
sleeping she will look up and see the two men sitting there watching her.
Everyone that comes to visit has experienced some sort of wierd happenings. I
don't know why they are there, or even who they are. I have often wondered
that. I do know that they did not start haunting the house till after my
grandmother passed away.
Another experience was at my mother's boyfriends house. I was sitting on a
chair in the corner of the living room, and from that chair you could see the
bathroom mirror. My moms' boyfriend's sister was sitting with me. It was late
at night, and we were just watching a movie. Suddenly from the corner of my
eyes I saw a white light coming from the bathroom. I turned to look, and I
saw a white face in the mirror starring at me. Of course my reaction was that
I was seeing things, so I tapped the girl's lap that was sitting with me. I
asked her if she saw it, and she said yes. She looked harder and said that it
looked like her grandfather. I got scared and ran to the couch to sit by my
mom's friend. After a couple of minutes I heard a knock on the door. I told
my mom's boyfriend, and he told me to get it. I opened the door, and standing
there infront of me was a huge German Shepard. I got scared and ran to tell
my mom and her boyfriend. My mom's boyfriend's mother advised us to set food
out for it, and leave the door open so it could come in. We did as she said
and I ran back to the couch. The dog did not touch the food, instead came
into the house. He went into every room in the house except that bathroom. He
just stood at the door growling. The dog stayed there all night and in the
morning it was gone. We never saw that dog again. I don't know what the
meaning of all that was, or even what was going on. I just know from that day
on I never used the bathroom there.
I have had many more experiences, but I won't bore you with all of them
Anyway this happened when I was in 8th grade ( I am now in
scared me pretty bad though a few things kinda weirded me out. My mother and
grandmother had left for the evening. I had just sat down on the couch to
watch some tv when I got a craveing for some chocolate. I had brought a
butterfinger candy bar. I should state at this time the formation of the
kitchen on one side is the oven and refridgerator and on the other is the
sink and counter top. I had just taken the butterfinger outta the fridge
when I heard the tv turn off ,I set the candy bar (not yet opened) on the
oven an went out to the liveing room to turn on the tv again. I was already
freaked out about the fact the tv turned off somehow. I was alone in the
house might I add. I came back into the kitchen seting on the other side of
the kitchen by the sink was my candy bar, now open with a bite out of it.
At this point I figured either I had forgotten I had tken a bite outta the
candy bar ( which I knew was not possible cause I knew I had not opened
it) or I had a spirit in the house who had the a case of the chocolate
munchies also. I really did'nt mind the ghost being there at that point. but
things got creepier as the night progressed.
Right after I found the candy bar open with a bite out of it I heard the tv
turn off in the living room again.now I was getting a little scared.I should
also state my grandmothers apartment building is a security building. I then
turned the tv back on and soon the buzzer ( in order to get into my
grandmothers building you have to buzz yourself in) started buzzind at least
40 times I went over to it and hit the "talk" button I think and asked who
was there.........noone answered. the buzzing continued for about 2 more
mins. while it buzzed for thise 2 min I went to the tv and turned it to
channel 60 so I could see what the security cameras were picking up...noone
was there at the buzzers. I was extremely relieved once the buzzing stoped.
the turned off by itself one final time and I again turned it back on. the
final frightening thing happened about 4 min later. the phone began to ring
(this was during the time when I never picked up the phone I let the
answering machine take messages)the phone rang the usual amount of times then
the answering machine kicked in what I heard n the machine scaredme
completely. It was a noise resembleing a machine gun. I picked up the phone
and hung it up and picked up again........ the noise was now on the phone. I
unplugged the phone at the base and waited a min the plugged it back in.
the noise was still there.I ten unplugged the phone at the wall and replugged
it.......the noise still there. I hung up the phone and picked up again the
noise was still there . just then my parents walk in the apartment......the
noise was now gone and regular dial tone was in it's place. it scared me so
bad. ever since then I am always scared when I am home alone there ( which is
every friday and saturday)but nothing that scary has ever happened again.
During the summer of '99, me and my friend used to ride on the bike
just about every day. I'd call him up, then meet him at his house. But there
was this one road I had to go on to get there. It's not the road that scared
me, it was what was on it. I was riding on the street, when I looked over to
the side of the road and I saw an old, beat up Lincoln from the 1970's. It
had rust all over it, and it didn't sound that good either. There was a guy
driving it, he parked it on the side of the road by his house and got out.
Then, he opened up the back door, pulled out about 3 big boxes, and walked
towards his house. Then, the car's door slammed shut by itself. The guy said
"Thanks", and went in his house. I don't know of any little device that you
can buy to make a car do that, but if there isn't something like that, there
was something wrong there. I rode on to my friend's house. About 4 days
later, I was riding back from my friends house on my bike. It was getting
dark, and I saw the old Lincoln parked on the side of the road as usual. As I
rode by it, all the lights on it flashed twice, all at once(even the ones on
the inside). I sped up and rode home, I was scared a lot, because there was
no one in the car. After that, nothing really happened, until a couple weeks
after the lightshow. I was riding by as usual, and when I saw the car on the
side of the road, with the engine running and no one behind the wheel. It
revved up three times. I rode like lightning, that scared the piss out of me.
I only saw the car once or twice after that. I told my friend about it, he
was the only one who believed me. But I did see it once more, on the
When I was about 11 my greatgrandmother had gotten very sick and
the hospital. Since she lived up in Wisconsin my parents, sister, and I
went up there to visit her. My grandparents had a old house built in
the 1960's that my family and I would stay in when we would visit. My
grandparents have a guest room with only 2 beds so it was me and my
mom's turn to sleep in the din. My mom and I both fall asleep. About
3:00 we both wake up with a wierd feeling. We are both looking around
because we don't know what is going on when we see a dark black cloud
going down the hallway. The thing was that we both weren't scared. The
next morning the hospital calls to tell us that my greatgrand mother had
died in her sleep around 3:00 last night.
My Dad is still Here
I believe in ghosts but to my knowledge have never seen one until
My father passed away suddenly in February 2000 from a lethal arythmia (it effect the lower part of the heart). According to the doctors he didnít suffer any pain and didnít know he was dying, it apparently took all of 3 minutes for him to pass away.
At first mom and I didnít pay attention to what was going on, but then it want beyond reasonable explanation. One night my mom went to bed early she was in there for about 10 or 15 minutes when she came back downstairs. She told me that dad was upstairs; according to her she had laid down when she felt the bed shake slightly, then she felt someone lay down next to her she was ready to jump out of bed when she felt a hand on her thigh. Whenever my mom was upset my dad would do that to comfort her.
I have converted one of the bedrooms into a computer room and it was a habit of his to go to bed early and every night he would open the door and poke his head in the room and tell me goodnight and he loves me. Since his death he still comes into my room to tell me he loves me.
Twice I have heard the front door open and close; it usually happens around 6:00pm when my dad would come home from work. Also on my birthday I woke up at 5:00am and had the feeling to go downstairs. When I got there I noticed the fan on; this is Michigan in the middle of winter here there is no reason for the fan to be on. I figure it was my dadsí way of saying Happy Birthday.
There is a message on the answering machine from my dad, a month after he passed. Actually he is kind of singing "I outta go". Ironically my mom had been singing just a little while before and in the song she sing "I outta go".
There are so many other things that have happened since he passed but I will end the story here.