Hello, I love your site! I have always been very interested
paranormal and have become somewhat of a walking encyclopedia of ghost
stories. I have only a few stories that I know are true beyond a shadow of
a doubt because they happened to me. This is just one of them, but it is by
far the creepiest to me simply because of the circumstances. I work for the
state in Children's Services and sometimes my job requires me to work late
into the night, sometimes just to wait for a fax or a phone call, but I have
to be here. Anyway, when I first started working here, I was told that this
building is haunted and not to be surprised to hear things at night. Of
course, me being the way I am, I thought this was pretty cool. Until I
experienced something first hand. One night, I was working pretty late but
I wasn't nervous because two other people were in the building with me. I
heard the first leave around 6:30 but the other was still here. I kept
hearing her walk up and down the hall and going into the copy room. I
called out to her a few times but she didn't answer so I figured she was in
the bathroom. I finally left work at 10:30 that night after listening to my
co-worker pace the halls for hours. I was kind of surprised not to see her
anywhere when I came out of my office, but again, I figured she had gone to
the bathroom. Now, the reason I knew who it was, is because I had taken a
break and gone outside for a cigarette and saw her car out back of the
building where she always parks. The next day, I had to work late again. I
kept hearing someone pace the halls and this time I stepped out of the
office to see another co-worker. He was surprised and said he had kept
hearing things so he just had to figure out if anyone else was there. He
asked why I kept using the bathroom on the other side of the hall when I had
my own. I hadn't used that bathroom!! No one else was in the building.
Anyway, the next day, we were up front laughing about scaring each other the
night before and I started telling everyone about how my other co-worker had
paced the halls so long two nights earlier. She got this strange look on
her face and said she hadn't been there. I told her I knew she was because
her car was out back. She said that she had left her car at work and gone
home with her sister. She didn't pick her car up until midnight that night.
NO ONE ELSE WAS THERE!!! So what did I hear and what did my other
co-worker hear the night before? I have had to work several nights since
then and I always hear someone walking the halls...even when I know I am the
only one in the building. I recently found out that this office used to be
a doctor's office and I can't help but wonder if something unfortunate
happened here or if someone is just working late right along with me.
Zol or Sol and other silly stuff
my experiences seem slightly silly but never the less strange. A
few years ago after finishing dinner and cleaning away the dishes
I noticed on the dining table a gravy spill in the image of Queen Nefertiti
I did take a photograph just for curiosity value and then thought no more of it,except to show it around now and again.
Last year after finishing a meal I noticed on the edge of my plate the drawing of a young child who appeared to be walking.
I pointed this out to my family but they just sort of dismissed it has dad being dad so the dishes were washed and the image lost, not thinking to take a photo of it.
A few months ago yet again whilst preparing dinner I was using a cutting board to prepare some rather dusty potatoes. I turned my back to go to the sink and when I came to clean the cutting board another image had appeared.
I was amazed by this as it was a drawing of the same child who had first appeared on the dinner plate I mentioned earlier, only this time he or she was being held in the arms of an elderly man. I said it was silly has I have no explanation for it.
I did this time take a photograph and also kept the board with its original drawing
My neighbour recently asked if we have had a young child staying with us at home because she told me that she has seen a young child skipping around our garden in the early hours of the morning.
Also I was reading a book in my bedroom when a young child sort of danced in I asked him who he was,he said his name was little Sol or Z0l I'm not quite sure. I asked him what he was doing here and he seem to skip out of sight behind me I then became rather agitated because I couldn't see what he was up too.
By: Jennifer Richard
This is a true story. This happened to me when I was 8 years
old. I'm now
28 with 3 kids of my own.
It happened in my home town of Sauk Village, IL. Which is known to be a
place that Indians passed through using Sauk Trail to get to other
destinations. At least that's what the *offical* story is. There are
others, like myself, who believe more. We believe that Indians actually
settled there ..if only for brief periods of time. There's always been talk
of bones being found when a pool was dug up or a garden was put it in. But
most say it's just that ...talk. Not me. I believe it. I also, not only
believe, but KNOW, that the ground that Sauk Village is residing on is....
SOUR. Cursed. Beyond anybody's wildest dreams. And I have many stories to
support that belief. But, for now, I will start with my first story of
It was a cold *normal* night in the season of autumn. Cold enough to keep
you inside your house and snuggled under a blanket. I was doing exactly
that. An eight year old can only do so much during these times and I chose
to do my homework so I could read later. I had been listening to a Rick
Springfield album on 8 track. I was playing it on my 2XL robot toy. This
was a toy that you could put 8 track cartridges in that was made by the
company to be a sort of trivia game. You'd play the cartridge and it would
ask you questions and tell you jokes. It had two big red robot eyes that
flashed red when you were correct. It had 3 buttons you could push to answer
your questions. 2XL could also play normal 8 track music. And of course
it's red robot eyes flashed in time with the music. So it was doing exactly
just that, on that cold autumn night, flashing it's eyes to Rick
Springfield. And I was quite contented.
My bedroom was on the second floor of my house and faced north. Along with
my bed. I had a window north of me and east of me. Of course it was dark
outside but it was so warm inside and so very comforting. Every now and
again I'd look up from my homework and just look out into the darkness. No
reason. It was just something I did. Well, this was the last time I ever
did that again in that house.
As I was sitting there ...all of a sudden ...I felt instantly cold. And
every single hair on my body was raised. My blood felt like it had ran cold
and decided to just stop pumping through my body. My heart was racing. I
was perfectly terrified. And I didn't even know why.....yet. My 2XL was
suddenly stuck and it kept playing the same verse from Rick over and over :
"Hole in my heart...hole in my heart ..hole in my heart.." and it's eyes
weren't flashing anymore. No, they were just burning bright red. Blood
red. Then I felt this magnetic pull. Like something was pulling me to my
right. I turned my head right and looked out the East window and saw
*something* that has haunted me for the rest of my life.
Sitting just barely outside my window, levitating, was the most horrifying
image I will ever see in my life. A creature. About 2 feet tall ..but
sitting Indian style. His skin was snowy white and you could see the
outlines of his bones because he was THAT skinny. He wore some sort of white
cloth draped sideways on his body. (This is why I later named him the Ghandi
Monster. My young mind thought his skinny body and his white cloth looked
like the real Ghandi's did.) This *creature's* head was too big for his
body. But he was completely bald. His two horrible, big, dark eyes were
piercing my soul as he stared at me. He opened his mouth and grinned a grin
at me that haunted my dreams for years. His mouth was full of long, snarly,
razor sharp looking teeth. Dripping with blood. I don't know how a mouth
could fit so many nasty teeth into it. But it did. I watched as the blood
dripped from his teeth and slid down his chin and onto his white cloth
"diaper" shorts. He raised his hands and reached for me. The fingernails
were at least 4 inches long, gnarled looking and sharpened to points. Also
dripping with blood.
I wanted to scream. I wanted to run. But I was locked into place by his
piercing eyes. I couldn't breathe. I felt as if my brain was being scrambled
and my soul was being raped. His grin became larger and he opened his mouth
wider. He kept looking at me. As if he knew me. As if he had been waiting
for me. He started to lift his arms more and it looked as if in seconds he
would actually be INSIDE my room and not just outside my window.
All traces of reason disappeared and my mind snapped. I still don't know how
I did it but I managed to tear my gaze away and leap off the bed and out my
bedroom door. Screaming with every inch of my soul! All in like 2 seconds.
I could feel him pulling me. I could feel that horrible stare penetrating my
back as I screamed down the hallway to my mother.
Of course when her and my father and younger brother came back ..IT was
gone. But they knew I saw something and they did not try to tell me it was
my imagination. They comforted me and taped up all the windows in my room.
They actually had to pull down all the shades and seal all sides with duct
tape. I couldn't sleep in that room for almost a year. The whole family,
Mom, dad, and my brother and sister know about this experience. My brother
even remembers coming into the room with my parents afterwards. The Ghandi
monster was a story we didn't tell often. But it always brought fear to
speak of it. To us and to others. My parents never spoke of it again
either. As I grew up I tried to face my fear and sleep in that room. But
never did I sleep with my back to a window. Never.
18 years later I moved to Florida with my own little family and have found
peace within myself. But I will never forget that creature. And I will
never sleep or sit with my back to a window. And I will never forget the one
thing I "heard" it say to me in my mind as I was running out of my bedroom
"Someday, I'm coming back...."
The Footsteps: My mother's true story
My mother was 22 at the time of this experience. She lived with my
grandma, and uncles in a house in Mineola, New York. While living there, she
and my father lived in the basement. My sisters were just babies ( I wasn't
even thought of yet). It all started one day when everyone left for work. She
was going about her daily chores when out of nowhere, she heard a knock on
the upstairs front door. She ran up the stairs to see who was there but
nobody was there. This happened three times. When my grandma came home from
work, she asked her if she was expecting anyone and that she had heard knocks
on the door. My grandma told her she hadn't expected anybody to come over.
The next day, she was again doing her chores when, this time, she heard the
knock and someone step inside the foyer. This kept on happening but the steps
went, eachday, from the foyer, through the living room, then into the
kitchen, to the door that leads to the basement apartment. During these
events she was scared to death because she all alone with my twin sisters.
Finally, she told her friend about what had happened. Her friend agreed to go
to her house and have dinner. During dinner nothing happened, but, while they
were doing the dishes, my mom heard footsteps coming down the stairs leading
to the upstairs bedrooms. She turned to her friend and said, "Gloria, do you
hear that"? Her friend replied, "Yeah, I hear it". My mom called out to my
dad and said, "Ron, is someone walking down the stairs"? He replied, "No".
After that the footsteps minimized and finally disappeared. She still wonders
about what really went on at the house. And is still scared.
Hey, I'm in my mid teens and I've experienced ghostly encounters.
The one that really freaked me out was when me and my family moved
to Scotland, for a few months we lived in chalets, me and my older sister
shared one on our own. A few weeks after we moved in we began to feel uncomfortable
and felt as if we were being watched there was also a threatening atmosphere,
we told our parents and they said it's just because we were next to the
graveyard. A few weeks later I was lying in my bed with the door
open when a tall dark figure stood leaning over me, I didn't think at that
particular moment but it wasn't until my sister asked me if I felt somebody
was in my room the previous night. We started to talk and she too
felt as if someone tall was leaning over her. I then started to sleep
in my sisters room and the figure didn't return so I moved back into my
own room, but then again the figure retuned this time it was kneeling beside
me. The next morning I told my sister and again she felt the presence
of a tall man, our dad told us that the large house next to us was where
the vicars used to stay until the house was sold. One night my mum came
in and she was holding two necklaces with crosses on, me and my sister
aren't religious so our mum thought it had something to do with that.
So we went to bed holding the crosses, that night it was very uncomfortable in both rooms, after that we haven't felt the presence of the tall man.
The figure that visited did so on a few occasions, each time it felt as though it was getting closer and more angry. When the crosses were given to us that night the figure seemed very angry it's face was literally pressed into mine, and it felt as if he was gritting his teeth at me. My sis also had this very uncomfortable, menacing figure, who was pressed into her face. All you could do was hide under the quilt, closing your eyes really tight and hope you'd fall to sleep quick. Since that last visit nothing has returned, and we've moved since then, and nothing, we don't use the crosses either anymore.
Other things that we didn't think of as being connected at the time now do seem connected. Such as, the chalet that mum and dad were in, although the same was different in feeling. Because Mums and dads chalet always had a comfy feeling, yet ours didn't, whether it was because there was just me and my sis alone in there, and it was our imaginations or not, we don't know! (Although in mums and dads chalet there was only one more person over there)
From the moment we stepped into the chalet it was always cold, even with the heaters on.
Plus there was often a bad smell wafting around, alot like fish, rotten. This was only in my bedroom, (possibly me!, my sis says)
Also in my room, there was a strange noise of scratching, as if some one was sketching or writing. This noise accompanied the presence of another figure, smaller in stature, and of the female sex. My sis also felt the smaller presence, but not the noise.? She only came once, very different, not menacing, quiet in nature and much older, she was almost a comfort. But it's still not nice to be watched over at night by ghostly figures.
It's strange because we didn't actually see anything, yet you get so much from these feelings, the sex, age, angry, happy etc. Plus we get almost exactly the same feelings.
But is it just our imagination?
Are we certifiably insane?
Are we demented?
We definitely feel we had a visitor?
Previous to this experience, my sister had not really believed in it, ghostly visits and such, but know I think she has had a change of mind. Me myself I had always believed, my mums granddad often visits, a kind presence, bringing good luck. Such as when having problems he visits to let us know everything will be ok! He often visited when we were babies watching over our cots. Our dad also saw what appeared to be him, when ever he visits we know him by the distinct smell of putty? He used to repair windows.
So really we are used to visits, although my sister had never experienced any, until now. Unfortunately it wasn't a happy experience, one not to forget.
Testimonial to "Resurrection Mary"
Happened to surf onto your website and I just wanted to let you know
saw "Resurrection Mary" in Justice, IL back in October of '92. After
getting off of work at 3:00AM from a chemical plant (Witco Corporation) near
51st and Central in Chicago, I was driving by that particular cemetery at
about 3:30 AM on my way home from work. Driving by but initially not
thinking much of this site as there was a night club with "women of
ill-repute" nearby, I saw a woman in a light blue or white prom dress
standing by the trunk of what looked like a black parked limosine at the
front SW cemetery driveway off Archer Ave. to the cemetery. I slowed down
quite a bit to get a better look at the odd sight but then drove off. I
thought it was probably a prostitute with her john. However, looking back in
my mirror maybe a second later, the woman and the limo were gone. Let me
assure you that there was no way that I would have missed the limo driving
off in that second that it took me to look back in the mirror. They weren't
on the road or in the cemetery because I looked for taillights. The
cemetery gates are pretty large and it would have taken great effort and
time to open both of the cemetery gates for the car to get through.
I did not think much of the incident until a few days later talking with
some of my employees that lived in the area near the cemetery that two of my
employees mentioned that I had probably seen the ghost called "Resurrection
Mary." I did not much believe in ghosts until that incident and I am still
somewhat skeptical, but I cannot fully explain what I saw that night. That
incident is still vivid in my memory and kind of creepy to think about it to
Strange and usual story
Ever since I could remember I have always had an interest in ghost stories.That is why I am writing you this letter.No
I don't have a ghost in my house.A friend of mine told me about this place at least 10 months ago.I was so amazed at this story I asked if he would take me to this place.No one really ever goes there.
I guess cause it is so dark and creepy looking at night but during the day it is ok nothing strange
happens.Well first before I tell you more about this place let me tell you the story of why it is
so usual.The city is called Lake Forest ,California.They call it Canyon Creek, I guess because it is nothing but Canyon and wide open spaces of nothing but rocks and wildlife.The story goes back
30 years ago that a lady who was in here 40's know one new what her name was.She lived alone with her two great dane dogs. She was very rich and owned all of the Canyon.Which is like miles and miles of land.This lady never married and had no children.It was just her dogs and herself.She lived in like this trailer park home it was not a pretty house you could say.Well about 6 years later the story goes that someone it was said that a Police officer got a call about the lady and her dogs . The officer went to the lady's home and knock at the door and no one answered will he broke down the down and it is said that the police officer found the lady dead nothing was left but bones and laying next to her where her to dogs both dead as well.That is where the usual and strange things start to happen . People who have never been to this place don't know what to expect if they come to this place.Sometimes nothing happens if you are there other times strange things happen.Like here is one thing that has happen to someone who was driving down the canyon man one night was driving by himself and the story goes he saw the lady standing at the side of the rode with her two dogs with her tumb out trying to get a ride to her house.The man did not stop at all to give the lady a ride he just keep going.This other story was told by my friend.My friend told me that His Ex Girlfriend and her boyfriend went up there one night to check it out.They stop from what I was told where the lady 's house was.They were only there about 15 minutes they were just taking and listing to music.Then all of the sudden they heard a knock on the side door of the driver's seat.They both turned to look and they saw the lady standing there knocking on the window She was in the white and covered in blood .They saw the dogs near by as well on the hood of the car they saw out lines of little children.They sat there in shock for 45 minutes just looking at the lady.For some reason the
lady was still knocking at the driver's side of the window.They both said she must have been there about 45 minutes.After that my friend said they never returned back there.That is not the only story like that to happen to anyone.There are far more.What I would like know is who is this lady and why is she doing this.There is something more to why she has to hunt people who have done nothing to her.Maybe it is because she does not want anyone on her land that she loved so much? what could it be.Here is my E Mail address if you have any questions please feel free to get a hold of me.Alana80@hotmail.com. I would at least like somekind of feed back on this story.
I have a story that I have often wondered about. Back in 1990
my mother had
taken a cruise on a luxury liner and met a man who lived in Oregon. He had
invited her to his place, and naturally I had been skeptical because of the
fact they had only known each other for 7 days. I myself and my husband at
that time felt that we should go with her just incase this man was a maniac
or something. I had just had a baby a couple of months prior so all of us
went. Anyways, this man had a house on top of a mountain and naturally in
the winter months it gets snowy, & icy. His wife at the time had driven down
the mountain her car went off the road into a tree and killed her. That
gives you some background. The first day upon arriving I went downstairs to
take a shower my husband and moms boyfriend had left to go to the grocery
store. This left mom, myself and my 2 month old baby. Anyway, not knowing
this was the shower his deceased wife used, I went and started taking my
shower, all the sudden someone knocked on the bathroom door, 3 knocks to be
exact. I yelled at my mom what she needed, noone answered. I continued
taking my shower when it happened again. I got out of the shower and yelled
upstairs to what she wanted, she had no clue on what I was talking about. She
had never been downstairs. I made her and the baby come downstairs and wait
till I was done with my shower. She had asked me what had happened, so I
told her, she thought that I was making this all up!!! After we had left,
she continued to stay and took many showers down in that bathroom but nothing
ever happened to her. My question is, if this was this womans spirit, why
would she have tried to contact me? Wouldn't she have wanted to contact my
mother who was dating her husband?
If you have any ideas on this please contact me
Here is my experience with the "unusual".
Last July, my wife and I bought a house in Corpus Christi, TX. While waiting for our furniture to arrive, my wife and I slept on an air mattress in the den, and my oldest son slept next to us in a sleeping bag. My son told me he had seen a light in the hall one night, and my wife said that she had felt another presence in the room with us.
I later "purified" the house with some sage, and went through every room and around every window and door burning the sage and asking the entity to leave us in peace and be at rest. I Could not cleanse the master bedroom closet due to it being blocked.
We started to remodel the house and while work was in progress, little things would come up missing. Once we had made progress and the house started looking nice again, the things stopped disappearing. Pretty much everything turned back up later. But now for the really strange part. Nothing else in the house, but I have been "goosed" on my butt twice in the last four months. No one else in the yard with me. I wasn't scared, just really un-nerved me.
The Shafter Schoolhouse Children
My husband and I were finally able to make a trip to Shafter, Texas
the week of Dec. 15-20, 2000. It had been 2 years since our last
trip to Presidio, Texas to visit with Bob Tucker and Karl Downing.
Karl had passed away in March, so restoration on the newer schoolhouse
had pretty much stopped. My husband and I had never stopped in Shafter
and Bob graciously consented to allow us to stay with him even though it
would be a busy work week for him.
My husband and I fell in love immediately with the solitude of the place and all the possibilities of renovating such a glorious building. I was especially fond of all the windows and the light streaming in, my husband was more taken with the high ceilings and we both loved the spaciousness of the rooms. Bob put us in the back room which still housed Karl's bed knowing we would not mind sleeping there. Now, my husband and I come from Fort Worth, Texas and are used to a lot of nightly noises, and knowing that Bob prefers the quietness of the night we brought along our own portable noise maker which we set on the bedside table. This device had been working perfectly at home, however, there it would not run longer than 30 minutes and then someone would turn it off!! It works perfectly fine again, now that we have it at home. It has a timer on it, but we did not set it, we let it run all night at home. On the second and third nights we couldn't get it to stay on at all, it would just flip back off, we both sat and watched it turn off. We tried playing our radio in the same electrical socket and it would play just fine.
Bob has known me for several years now and is used to me talking about unexplained encounters, or unexplained encounters according to the general public, I usually know who or what phenomenon I run across in the course of my day. It might be others emotions, or a touch, sometimes a whisper, perhaps even a quick glimpse of those who no linger need their earthly bodies. Often dreams will impart a truth about the past or future, encouraging me to track it down and prove what was spoken, if only to myself. The ways in which our ancestors make themselves known is as varied as the individual making contact. I believe everyone has these experiences daily, most just may not understand their experience.
This trip to Shafter was one occasion in which I was driven by a dream of two little girls who had been killed by a miner with dark curly windblown hair. One girl was about 8 with blond hair and the other about 11 with longer dark hair. It was one of those dreams I had waited over a year to verify, but it just kept popping into my head. I had originally thought it had taken place in the newer schoolhouse because I was obsessed with the year 1940. But, nothing triggered a memory in the newer school, however my husband and I both heard the distinct footsteps of two children walk across the floor in the back bedroom. This occurred on the first and third night we stayed with Bob. The old building and the new one are separated by a small courtyard and both buildings have a door that opens into this yard. I wondered if they were coming in from the old building and walking straight across to the next courtyard door, it is a straight path. You can see the newer courtyard door in the background picture, it is the one on the right. We were not afraid, just felt especially blessed to have little visitors.
Sunday was Bob's only day off and he took us on a tour of the grounds and the old schoolhouse. I would love to get into the restoration of the old building and the two separate water closets. The building is rectangular and divided into four equal classrooms. We entered the school by the front door and stepped into a small room with two doors opening off it. The back classrooms are accessible by walking straight through the first rooms or by a door on each side of the building. It was the fourth room Bob showed us that had such a profound effect on me. The back classroom on the right side of this building filled me with such terror I could not cross thru the door! The fear and whispers were so overwhelming I stopped and couldn't take a step. That rarely happens to me, and it took a while for me to force myself over the threshold. Exactly what happened in that room may never be proven, but violence to children at the hands of a curly haired man permeates that spot! The feeling has been so great I have continued to try to find out what might have transpired there. I have spent every day searching through the internet for what records I might find, but so far no luck. My husband and Bob said they'd not felt anything special in the atmosphere of this classroom, but I sensed it was the core of the dream I remembered of the two young girls being murdered. Bob said none of the residents remembered anything unusual taking place in the old schoolhouse during the period of 1885-1942. However, I need no convincing, but feel compelled to try to trace it down. Perhaps these two girls are different from the two children that can be heard walking through the back room of the newer school, there have been several reports of others who have stayed there who heard them as well. No one has seemed to pick up on any fear, or pain, from the children we heard, as a matter of fact the newer school is a very welcoming place. It is possible the experience I had in the old building was an entirely different pair of children. It is so much easier for the earthly side of me to speak of gifted knowledge received from unseen sources, when someone else has experienced it also. To date I have never been pressed to unravel what my universal mind knows and been wrong. In time I will know, if only for my own satisfaction...
As we strolled around the grounds of Shafter we could see what a booming town it had once been. The walk along Cibolo Creek was spectacular, I could spend all day down there just listening. On one spot I was even overcome with the strong desire to just lie down, curl right up and never leave that warm spot. Many of the old ruins still hold memories of those who lived there and the two schoolhouses ring with the voices and footsteps of a special time in our Texas history. My husband and I were blessed by another shared incident just before we had to come home. We discovered a dusty footprint on the bottom corner of our bed. None had been in the house and Bob, Jerry, and I all denied stepping up on the bed, indeed we all had on tennis shoes with treaded bottoms and this shoe left a nice smooth print, just one though, a right one to be exact. Jerry insisted it was a boot print, Bob only smiled and said not one word. I'm sure he is quite used to his visitors and my husband and I were grateful he chose to share them with us.....
I was listening to wplr [classic rock]on my portable stereo while sitting on my bed doing my homework.[its about four feet away from my stereo] "Don't you know" I started singing the song playing all of the sudden just as I started my math I concentrated deeply on the particular song and glared at the stareo. the stations started changing song after song word after word dj after dj until it blanked out to static I didnt know what to do so I called a meeting of the spirit seekers gh club we're still working on the case
This experience happened to me when I was nine or ten years old.
I grew up in
Sacramento and was living in the Creekside apartments with my mom and sister.
One day me and a bunch of other kids that lived in the apartments decided to
go and explore the field that was next to the apartments. We walked down to
the edge of the field and found a well worn trail in the grass that went off
into the oak trees that were scattered around that side of the field. We
wandered down the trail to see where it went. As we made our way down the
trail an uneasy feeling came over us and we didn't know why. The trail
suddenly opened up into a grassy area with an old delapidated house sitting
in the middle of it. The house hadn't seen a drop of paint in years and the
front porch was sagging, and looked like it could fall off at any moment.
There was an old rocking chair sitting on the porch that looked as old and
tired as the house. There was only an old screen door on the front door and
the rest of the windows had the same old dark screens on them. We dared each
other to go up and knock on the door and see if any one lived there, but
decided to play somewhere else instead. A few days later we all decided to go
down and look at the house again and this time we were gonna knock on the
door. We walked down the trail and when it opened up into the grassy area, we
couldn't believe what we saw. The house was gone. We looked all over the
place and couldn't find anything. There wasn't a trace of anything that
indicated a house had ever been there. Six or seven of us kids all saw that
house. So we knew it wasn't our imagination.
Raised on the Supernatural
i have no problem believing stories such as these since not
only was i raised on them from my aunt, i lived through one my-self,
keep in mind i have no history of the house, actually the location
now throws me, all i remember was that it was a half steet.
when i was 8 years old my aunt and grandma took my sister and my-self on a trip to my great-grandmothers. we did the food stops and even paid a visit to the winchester house in san jose. wwhen we reached my grandmothers house in hanford,ca i had cousins to play with and we explored the lands which included an orcid and the house. in the back of my grandmothers house was a bedroom my uncle was using at the time. everytime i walked into the room i was cold, to the point i avoided the room for the rest of the trip. one night it came about that two of my great-aunts were coming to to see us cuz they haden`t seen ther sister in awhile. the one who lived in new mexico flew to sacramento to meet my other aunt and drove to hanford. i knew they were coming.
about two oclock in the morning i heard someone knock on the door. since i was sleeping in the livingroom i answered but no one was there. i thought i dremt it and went to bed. not ten minutes later i heard the knocking again so i got up to answer but realized my grandmothers dogs weren`t barking. i opened the door again but no noe was there. the third time i heard it i was spooked. i was sure it was my great-aunts and the dogs weren`t barking because they knew my aunts. when i opened the door again there was no one there but i heard a little girl giggling. i slammed the door and woke my aunt who was there and told her what had been happening. she came insyantly wake to listen me then told me that there was a spirit of a little girl in the house . she told me that it was years before my great-grandparents bought the house alittle girl lived there with her family. she ended up becoming really sick and died in her room, the back bedroom. the only reason my aunt believed me was it also happened to her when she was about my age and didn`t stop until i visited the house my first time when i was a few months old.
the last time i`ve visited my great-grandmothers house was when my first born was less then a month old. i went to the back bedroom thinking it was just my imaganation when i was younger. i was wrong. the room was colder than i remember and i coudn`t stay in there for more then a minute. thats my story. i know that i was young but i will swear it`s the truth.
Not In My Head!
I don't know if this is in my head or not. It just seems weird
to me. Then
a friend of mine found your website. Which I have really found interesting.
I was just wondering if you could answer a few questions for me.
My husband and I live in an apartment in Minnesota, I feel like there is a
woman's presence in our apartment. But my husband thinks it's all in my
head. Nothing really weird ever happens, but it started about a month after
I moved in with him. Which was in July of 1999 (we got married in October
of 2000). But it seems that when I am watching TV in our living room that
something is standing in front of our bathroom in the hallway just staring
at me. Not doing anything. Or when I lay in bed and watch TV that the same
thing is staring at me in the doorway to our walk-in closet. But I always
feel like it is staring at me. Then, although I'm not all that organized, I
do know where I put my clothes. Even though a lot of them are on the floor.
But I'll be talking on the phone to a (any) girlfriend. If I state what I
am going to where that night before I go out. I can't find either the top
or the pants or some part of the outfit. Then when I come home it's always
sitting on top of my hamper. My husband thinks I just over looked it. When
I know I didn't. Now I am pregnant and I almost feel like she's there more
often. Almost like she's jealous sometimes. I've never seen anything ever.
Still back when this all started happening. My husband called me one
morning after I had left for work, telling me he had a weird dream. Or what
he then thought it was a dream because he was talking to me. But he said he
knew I had gotten up for work that morning (he works goofy shifts so
sometimes he goes in later than I do) and thought that he heard me leave.
But he said he felt me come back to bed. That I had even kissed him and
said good morning. But then when he opened his eyes I wasn't there.
Looking at the clock I had left at least an hour before that. That night
was the first time I felt I was not alone in our home. Even though my
husband (then fiancee) was not home from work and we had no roommates.
Do you think it could be in my head? Like my husband says - just an over
active imagination. Could there really be something there? Why doesn't
anybody feel its presence? I've never seen anything. Besides my clothes
disappearing for a few hours. I've never heard of anything like this
happening before. I've always been up for a good ghost story. This even
seems weird to me.
I was spending the night with my two friends Littlejohn and Eric
for the weekend.We built a club house on a hill about half-a-mile away
from his house.Every time we spend the night out there some thing strange
happons.Stuff like strange sounds,we see things,and we loose some thing
importent every time.There train tracks near the club so we think that
some thing happond there
like somebody got hit by a train.Cince there house is is the middle of nowere there wasent no one else except six people that perticipated in this.
Eric,Littlejohn,and I spent the night in the club the night before and it was getting dark,so we was getting the stuff from the night before and bringing it back to there house.On the way up the hill we saw head lights in there drive way and we just thought there moms boyfriend was pulling up.whene we got there we sat and rested for a while.we spent a good five minutes just sitting there and we herd footsteps.We just thought it was there moms boyfriend trying to scare us.Thene there mom yelled for us.So we thought we would mess up there plan.Since it was dark Littlejohn and I got flashlights and Jumped out of the club an shined the lights torward the footsteps and the sound stoped.Thene we herd more footsteps on the other side of us.So we shined the light there the footsteps stoped.Nothing thare.Littlejohn and I looked at each other and thene Eric came out of the club.We looked at him odd and we all tookoff running.Onthe way back home we all herd footsteps behind us running.Eric kept yelling [Its behind me].We got to the house and every one was in the Kitchen looking at us like we are stuped.thene there mom said that she was calling for us because she heard footsteps down the hill.We could belive her eventhow we was in the exact opposite direction we was in.
My house is haunted. I know that they are human spirits and that
there is more than one because of various experiences. There was an old
lady who died in the house right before we moved in when I was about 3.
Before that, a fairly wealthy family lived in the house in the 1890`s (no
one really moved then so they probably lived and died there). I began to
levitate in my sleep and have vivid dreams of floating and looking down
on things. When I woke up, I would fall back down on my bed as if I had
been on a tour of Earth from heaven and it abruptly ended. Sometimes my
bed shakes at night and I hear footsteps in the attic. Little balls of
light which I later found out as a result of curiousity, were orbs that
flew across my room, my brother`s room, and in the hallway at night. Things
always seem to disappear from places too. Ironicly, these things only seem
to happen to me. I only recently found out why: Remember when you were
very little, and you lived in that house with the old !
lady in it that no one else could see? You would wake up in the middle of the night and see that little boy standing there and you began to talk and your mother comes in to see who in the world you`re talking to but the boy has vanished, and no matter how many times you try to tell her, she reasures you it was only your "vivid imagination" and tells you to go back to sleep.
This is what happens in the young childhood of a non-believer. Even if it really is an imaginary friend and your parents tell you Fred doesn`t exsist, they are teaching you to block out images you can now see but you will eventually train yourself to believe that they don`t exsist. You will never know the emotions of a ghost presence, nor sense them, making you completely unaware that they are among you.
This is how my younger brother and my mother were both taught. That is why it happens to me and me alone. From an e-mail I received while I contemplated about a presence in my home, I found out the "haunted house test" concluded "positive."
Some of my most recent experiences have occured over the past year or 2. I don`t think the activity level increased, but that I began to pay more attention to the subject and things going on. I think the reason for this is that I have, over the past year, wondered about the topic, and did some serious thinking. I am a student, but we are supposed to know what we want to do for a career. I have always been interested in the paranormal so that is what I decided to take on. This made me think back on my own personal expieriences. That`s when I noticed it.
I began to notice the orbs, the footsteps, the shaking bed and not only that but things I didn`t notice before. I began to see things; Mists, vortexes, figures... I also began to see them become clearer and more visable. I noticed them more & more. That was when I saw it. That was when I saw a full bodied, detailed apparition.
My room and my brother`s room are almost exactly across from one another and outside of my door frame, you can make out my brother`s whole room. One night, my brother wanted to sleep in my room even though he`s kind of big, but I said yes anyway because it was comforting I guess. Now, he sometimes stays up and annoys me so when he acts up, I threaten him by saying get out, but of course, he is unruly. As a response, I pretend to go downstairs and tell my mom that he came in my room and he won`t get out. On this particular night, he was acting up ans I was going to pull my usual response. I was outside my door, my brother was in my bed, and there it was, a vivid, detailed, misty blue transparent form. It was sort of like a scarecrow, no nose, and wearing some sort of hat that was completly unlike anything else I have seen in my life. It was the figure of a boy, sitting up in his bed, smiling at me. Personally, I was too freaked to look at every detail, but the form was crystal !
clear to make out. I DID NOT want to stick around and find out whether it was solid or not, so I became faster than a speeding bullet and able to leap tall buildings. Whatever I could to get away from it as fast and far as I could. I bolted back in my room and LITERALLY dove on my bed and underneath my covers.
Another thing that happens is that I got this keyboard over Christmas where the keys light up and it demos if your not playing it for a while. Anyway, I don`t think that it`s supposed to turn the switch back on by itself (that you have to PHYSICALLY move!) and play songs with no sound coming from it when I know that when I last used, it I had the volume on three and now it`s on zero. This is why I moniter myself after I`m done using and make mental notes that I have turned it off. Once or twice, I have unplugged it, and it is on again after I walk back into the room. My reactions to this are mixed. Sometimes I get a little spooked but usually I find it cool that it can and does do that. Sometimes it annoys me because it sometimes doesn`t shut it off when the spirit is done using it.
I had another recent experience that was positive; a feeling of recognition; a feeling of significance. I was babysitting my brother and my mother`s boyfriend`s son one Friday night. By 1:00 a.m., I was tired from chasing around 2 little kids all night long. Aaron, My mother`s boyfriend`s son slept on the couch. He is afraid of the dark so he makes me sleep downstairs with him. I stayed up late working on a website on my pc when my brother, Chris, came downstairs. It was so late for him, that he fell asleep on the chair in my living room watching me. I decided that it was late, and soon after, I went to sleep on the end of the recliner open. Then, as I was almost asleep, I felt a gentle pat on my lap. I opened my eyes but the only sign of someone was that next to me, there was a basin shape in the blanket as if someone invisable was sitting next to next to me. I was not cold, but instead, I felt warm inside as if someone is watching over me. I think the pat was to say good job!
. It made me feel loved and needed.
My mother thinks I`m crazy, my brother thinks I`m crazy and you might even say I`m crazy, but I know I`m not. I know there are residents seen and unseen. It can be a little spooky at times but the bottom line: Ghosts live amoung my house and it is facsinating to know that you can communitcate after death and that there is a presence, within my haunted house.
When I was married my wife and we would hear him walking upstairs when we were in the basement. She saw him in the middle of the night, once leaning on the chest of drawers (she could see his silhouette against the window) watching us sleep. Once again she woke me screaming "he's in the doorway, he's in the doorway", as she scooted farther and farther against me scared to death. I have heard his footsteps pass the couch as I sat on it and could feel the cool draft. Once my wife and I were in the basement, our dog and cat were on the a small landing at the top of the stairs. As we heard his footsteps and both watched the ceiling above us following the sound of his footsteps, the cat and dog looked up to the door above them where he would have stopped. The cat arched his back and hissed. I'm divorced now, but he has been active again recently. I have been awakened by a loud bang at my bedroom door. I had had it closed , mostly because I'm not too comfortable with this guy. I don't know what made the noise. when I looked nothing was laying on the floor or anything. About a week ago I heard a radio alarm go off in the other bedroom. It first it came on very clear and then starting getting staticy as if someone was trying to change channels. On top of that the touch lamp was on. Three days ago I went into the spare bedroom again, found the door to the closet open and closed it. When I went back out into the livingroom I heard something hit the floor. When I went back in I found the radio on the floor. It would not have been an easy task to get that radio off the table since the cord was somewhat wrapped around the raised edge. I'm getting a little concerned. He seems to be gaining strength. I have thought about calling a priest, hoping he could bless the house. I'm checking your website hoping that I might find a way of dealing with him. Hoping to find out what he may need or want. Charles, Hamilton, Ohio.
I live in Memphis,Tenneesee and I live in
a haunted house. I would have to say the first sighting or thing that made
me believe I have a ghost living here with me was when I was 6 years old
and we just moved in the house. I was wide awake and I saw this face in
my mirrior and I had just woken up from a nightmare and I screamed for
my parents becuase they sleep on the other side of the house.
The second was when I was 7 and I was siting up and I felt a bug crawl on my leg and I flip the bed sheets over and there was bugs all over the bed. I screamed for parents and my dad came in and asked what was wrong. I said "Bugs lots of bugs" and I look down and they were gone and I said " they were here daddy" and he said "go to sleep" so I did. And that did it for me I became a beilever so fast.
Then later on when I was 10 my mom told me something. She told me that I have E.S.P. . And me and her both can hear and see things that my brother dad can't. Me and her work together and we get scared all the time by these unsual sightings. I remmber when I was 11 I woke up with this dark and cold and evil feeling. I stayed in my bed scared for about 2 hours then I ran out of the room to my parents full speed (thanks to that I ran into the wall) I got up and ran to thier bed side. My mom woke up right a way when I stood there. Then I said "there is someone else in the house" and my mom shot up so fast . (when i was 5 a man broke into the house and that news terrified her stiff) She woke up my dad and he got up and looked around and I started to cry and say " There is someone here I didn't see them but I know they are here make them go away" . My mom got even more terrified becuase I never cry (i am those tough cookie girls that are so stuborrn they don't ask for help when they need it) My dad walked to us irrated by this and said "there is no one here go back to sleep" and my mom walked me to bed and I didn't go to sleep and I got the feeling again and I stayed up crying the whole night till dawn.
I have had alot of experiences and I am having one right now as we speak . I can hear whispers in the back ground right now and the bathroom light is not turing on or off it has that click noise when you turn it off or on over and over again . I have gotten use to some but others have left me screaming in terror and running out of the house in fear.
Unfortunately, I do not have much of a paranormal experience to
share. About the closest thing to come to mind was about 7 years
ago when my brother in-law and I went to a cemetery late one night
and left a tape recorder on a tombstone for about an hour. We
retrieved the recorder and went home to hear the tape. The tape
had some very strange noises that we could not identify. We
heard a lot of what sounded like branches falling and breaking, we
heard a very noisy truck that sounded like it was driving right next
to the recorder, and we also heard what sounded like muffled
voices. The strange thing about the noises were there were no
trees or branches anywhere close to where we left the recorder,
and the closest road was about 1/2 mile away. We played the
tape for my brother in-law's girlfriend and her son, and they were so
shaken by the noises they made us shut off the recorder. My
brother in-law has the tape and I was looking for it about six
months ago and unfortunately he couldn't locate it.
Just Some Weird Stuff
Hi, well I don't know if this counts but I do have some weird
experiences, things my neighbors had told me, and stuff a old friend had
Well I am from Chicago now living in Las Vegas and a long time ago in my
old house some weird stuff happened. My room was in the basement and my
water bed faced this little stained glass window that was high up on the
wall. The streetlight from outside was one of those orangey colored
ones, well I woke up with this feeling of terror and at the end of my
bed outlined in orange was the silluette (might be spelled wrong) of a
man in a cowboy like hat and a cape. I ducked under the covers and
waited in terror. It could have been a dream, but it felt so real.
Another weird experience is, in Chicago there was a kids show called the
Bozo Show, about colorful clowns and Bozo buckets well anyway, I had a
doll that looked alot like Bozo and never really liked it when I was
young. It was kinda like the clown doll in the poltergeist movie, well
I was chilling in my room and heard a sound at the door like tapping and
shuffling, I looked out there thinking the cat might want in, and
nothing was there. So a little bit of time went by and the sound came
back and when I went out there, the Bozo doll was proped up against my
door. It really freaked my out so we had a very old dishwasher upstairs
that didn't work and I locked the doll in there. It might be in there
to this very day. My dad was the only person home and he is not much of
a prankster, but one of the cats could have dragged it all the way
downstairs but it was a big doll.
My neighbors used to live on Elm street (figures) and a old house of
theirs was haunted and probably still is. My friend said at night she
would look up and watch the stars on her ceiling when she was a little
girl. Her mom wouldn't talk about the house.
Then in highschool I had a friend that had a chiwawa called brownie, it
died soon after I met her, supposedly her and her brother and sister
would still see the dog run through the house at night and also a black
cat. And her little brother when he was young would point at the corner
of the ceiling and say Gama Gama (Grandma). They say his dead
grandmother would float in the corner and watch over him and his
So here are a few stories of mine, I love your website and read all the
stories, I don't really know what to believe but I do know I get chills
reading and picturing these stories. If you use mine, tell me.
I Always Seem To Be Alone
When i was growing up I lived in a mobile home in nova scotia. Things
began happening after we moved the mobile home to some land my Dad had
purchased. Whenever I was alone I would feel like someone was watching
me and I would feel nervous. I was about 8 when I first moved there.
I have several stories but I guess the one which affected me most was on
an easter morning when i was 8 years old.
I was asleep when all of the sudden i felt cold wind on my face...this was impossible because the windows had been shut up with plastic in between the frames to keep out the cold...so i remember thinking "where is the wind coming from?" then i felt my bed being raised and i felt like i was spinning even though there was not enough room in my bedroom for me to be spinning...i was keeping my eyes shut because i was so scared i thought i would have a heartattack if i saw what was happening...then i felt as though i was dropped and there was silence i thought it was over and i wanted to see if i was alone so i took a deep breath and peeked my head out from under the blankets where i was hiding...I could not believe my eyes it was a large egg shaped flourencent type orb right in between my body and my wall...I put my head back under the blanket...and started to hyperventilate...then i felt something jump on the bed...i held my breath...it began actually walking up my body it had very little feet whatever it was but when it got to the top of the bed i suddenly felt my chest being crushed under a lot of weight I knew i could not stand it anymore i ripped the blankets off my face and all there was was a greyness as though i was blind it was not dark it was just grey...
i began screaming hysterically and my mother appeared in the doorway and i could suddenly see and the lights in the hallway were on...my mother told me that it was just a dream and that it was probably my cat...all i knew was what i felt and with all the other things that happened besides that night that i was not alone...i got a night light after that and i would stay up reading all night until i passed out...i seemed when these things happened that it was as though the entire household was breathing in and out like the volume was on high...
When i was 10 years old my parents divorced and my dad continued to live there...i had other things happen right up until i was 18 years old when my dad bought a house...then my dad rented out the home to friends of our family who right away came to us with their stories and only then did my father admit his encounters which matched mine of seeing a child...t.v turned on and off...lights turning off...noises...i guess the ghosts has become harmful now and they are getting a priest to come...I am just happy that I was really not alone...but i sure felt like it at the time...I have had spirit encounters in most other places i have lived at but the one there was the most connected to myself...i have come to think of there being more that one spirit and someday i may discover what the story is behind them...sometimes I think that the little spirit may have become lonely when i left and stopped reading out loud every night...she may have missed our bedtime stories...
Hello My name is Kelley...Before I got on with stories that actually
happened to my family..Mikey and I are deaf parents of four hearing children.
We live in townhouse that is behind Main St Restaurant in Cape Cod, Mass..
I have several experince to share with you all... This place we live in now
is a place that used to be for people who just came out of prison and in need
of place to live in while trying to make some living.This place is owned by
former policeman who likes to help ex- inmates to earn their living and he
also owns factory that which he will hire inmate to start off with jobs to do
to earn some money.. Anyway, one of those guy got depressed and hung up in
one of those four apartments which I do not know which one..
When the activties of ghost appeared, I had two small children with me.. I
was in hurry to leave the place to go somewhere.. I searched thru out the
apartment for my son Jason's shoes. I couldn't not find it..as I would like
to add that I love to read anything about true ghosts stories. I jokingly
told my place as I left that they are to help me look for Jason's shoes for
me and put it where I can find it before I come home. I left and one hour
later I came back with kids in tow..As I open the door, of course yu can
guess there is Jason's shoes in middle of living room that I can't
impossiblily miss it..
Mikey's experince...He took all of kids upstairs one night to brush their
teeth before going to bed at night. He went into his bedroom to take
something out.. He saw in mirror which he can see into hallway ..just in time
to see Jason running into his room. He was not too pleased that Jason ran
into bedroom with toothbrush in his mouth. He walked quickly to bedroom to
call Jason to come to him.. He felt tap on his back to see Jason looking at
him.. He asked him if he did just run into bedroom from bathroom. He say no
He was in bathroom in whole time. MIkey swears that in mirror he did see boy
that looks like my son Jason run into bedroom and there is no way that he
overlook Jason run back into bathroom from bedroom.
One night I got violently sick and went to bed early to sleep it off.
I felt my bed being bumped (I cannot hear sounds soo I relay heavily on
vibration to let me know what is going on in my small room) as someone walked
by. I ingored it thinking it was Mikey or kids coming in my room to check on
me. As I laid down with my back to where the bumping occured. Then I felt
someone rubbing my back as to say that I will be okay and it was reassuring
rubbing..I woke up to acknowledge that I appreicate their concern. No one was
there for me to thank to..For some reason I was not scared at all.. I just
went back to sleep. Later that night...for strange reason my son Jason age 6
woke me up crying that he can hear voices.. I was scared that someone could
be breaking in and I cannot hear what is going on..Thinking its breaking in
so I woke up Mike of course being the man to check and guard us all from
predators. He checked all thru out the house.. Nothing is out of order or
anything at all that could be making some kind of noise that we forgot to
turn off. We assured Jason that he will be okay...He went back to sleep..
After we woke up in morning.. I asked my son for more clear specific answer
to my question on what sound he was hearing. He explained to me that he heard
voice talking to him right in above of his bed..and also voice moved to his
sleeping brother. It sounded like it was being flying all over the room and
voice saying Ill get you as if he was joking around. I got chillies up my
spine..Also one more thing when I took picture in digital camera for my
freind Carljo..there was some strange bright orange ball in front of her when
I took picture of her. Digital Camera usually don't make those kind of
mistakes. I am sorry it doesn't too scarey or too common.. That is how I got
my experinces.. That is not my only experince too as I used to live in
dormority school for the deaf in Washington DC. I get all those ghosties
touching and poking me around in there..
i live and work at the elkhorn lodge, the oldest continuosly operated
lodge in colorado. during the summer of 2000 my wife and i had just returned
to the lodge at around 1030 p.m. . we noticed a group of people standing
around the front door to the lodge. i went to investigate only to discover
a rather large man (6'4" 300lbs) in the doorway with just the sheets
from the bed around him. thinking this was strange i asked him what was
going on? he told me he had gone to bed when suddenly the door to his room
opened, jumping up he ran to the door and looked down the hall. seeing
noone he returned to bed thinking someone was playing tricks. this time
he made sure the deadbolt was secure and the door was shut tightly. just
as he lay down the door opened and closed, grabbing the sheets around him
he bolted for the front lobby. this man had arrived planning to stay just
one night, he stayed for a week hoping for a new encounter.
Hospital in Raleigh
My mother works at what used to be the old Hospital in downtown Raleigh,
and she hasn't nessicarily had any experiences there, but a few of her
friends have. They all know that I'm really into ghosts and stuff so they
feel that they'll share it with me, I guess I'm kind of a game, maybe to see
if they can scare me or not, but just going to her office gives me the
It wasn't that long ago that one of the ladies who works on the floor
with my mother, which by the way used to be the section where they'd keep the
patients who just had heart surgery or something like that. Well, one day
before everyone came in to work my moms friend was dropped off by her
husband, the only other people there were the security guards who were on the
first floor at the door. She took the stairs up to the second floor and she
walked into her office, she decided to do some work awaiting her coworkers to
come b/c she didn't feel all that wonderful being up there alone. No one had
ever talked about the place being haunted so there was no way she could have
come up with this due to another story. She was working at her desk when all
of a sudden she heard a squeaking, she looked out the door into the hallway
and heard nothing, so she went back to filling out the paper work, when she
heard it again. It sounded almost like a wheel on a grocery cart that would
wobble back and forth. She was starting to get a little nervous, but thinking
maybe it's just my imagination she stepped out into the hallway and looked
towards the end closest to her office and saw nothing. When she turned around
she saw an old stretcher sitting out in the hall at the opposite end from her
office. She freaked out and bolted to the stairs, running down to security,
she asked them if there may possibly be any stretchers left from when the
office used to be a hospital. The guard answered no, there's none left here
they were all taken out and either given to the mental institution or taken
to the dumps. She was to scared to go back upstairs until more people in the
office got there, well when they all went back upstairs it was gone, and I
know it goes without saying that u know she didn't go back to work early EVER
There are more stories about my moms work such as another ladies'
picture frame that had the Lords Prayer was up on her office wall, it was a
private office, and when she came into work one day she found it laying on
her floor. She picked it up, put it back on the wall, and sat down at her
desk...the picture literally FLEW off the wall and hit the corner of her
desk. She thought it strange but put it back up and called her mother who was
a very strong Catholic. She told her daughter to let it go for a little while
and see what was going on and if it happened again to call her. Well, they
didn't have to wait b/c the picture flew off and hit the corner of the desk
again, the mother said for her to hang up some rosary beads over the picture
and see what happened. The next day that's just what she did and sure enough
it never fell off the wall again.
I'm not sure if there's just one spirit there or more than one there at
her office, but it wouldn't suprise me that maybe they're still hanging
around there b/c that's where they died. Spirits have been known to haunt
where they died simply because they know no better. But if u ask me, maybe
the ones who are still there have some reason they're angry at the building
or something, either way, it gives me the creeps to walk in there when I want
to go see my Mom, I don't see how anyone could stand to work there!!!