Yes, sir. I have had an experience with a entity. Although I have no
pictures, please let me tell you the story.
I came home one night and sat on my bed. I removed my shoes, and they
hit the floor lying on their sides. A few seconds later, I looked down
and noticed one shoe lean up against the chair leg.In astonishment, I
freaked. I had never seen anything like it.
I found out that the house I was living in used to be a little chapel a
long time ago. After that, the place was used for a painting studio.
And a few years later, several dogs were acidentally killed in a
electrical fire just meters from the house.
Everytime I walk into the house, I get a cold sensation in it. I have
also felt feelings of pain and anguish when I entered the threshhold. I
can't explain it, but I believe the house has a restless entity(s)
I am no longer in this home due to unfortunate circumstances, but
everytime I think about it, it sends chills up and down my spine.
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I haven't lived for a great many years yet and have already had too many
ghostly experiences and I beleive that this may be only so far....
When I was 2 months old we moved out of our small apartment and into a 2
story, grey house That we call"The grey House" and everyone knows what
house we mean. This was, for the most part, my childhood house and like
any child I refused to go into the basement alone. I had was the middle
child of one brother(older than me by 2 years)and 1 sister(younger than
me by 2 years). We were really active,always playing and romping and
everything else. Our dining room was a good size and We weren'trich so
we didn't have alot of china or anything in there. It was cozy and there
was plenty of room to play.Very occasionally when I played in there I
would see, out of the corner of my eye, a little girl of about , oh,
anywhere from 8-10 years old. And she would do cartwheels. I never saw
her face but she had long hair and was wearing a dress from the
1800's.Everything about her pointed torward the 1800's. I also ,just a
few times saw a little chinese boy out of the corner of my eye-from
about the same time also doing cart wheels. when I saw them I always
thought that I was seeing things. We had an attic and the door was close
to my bedroom so at night I would hear things up there. Sometimes I
would imagine i heard a little girl giggling up there. There is one
night in particular that I remember (Even though it happened more than
once) getting up in the middle of the night and telling my mom I
couldn't get to sleep because the T.V. was too loud"I can hear them
giggling on their T.V., mom", I said. But the T.V. which was right by my
moms room wasn't on and she was in her room. I lived in that house
from the time I was 2 months until I was 10 years old. These things
happened up until the time we moved out when I was 10 years old. We
moved into an apartment which was for a very short time. In the first
week that we lived there, the four of us(My mom, sister Gina and Brother
Trever ,and myself)were sitting down on the couch together(on the floor
near it. The t.V. was off and it was night time so the lights were dim.
My mom said "since we're moved out of the Grey House now I can tell you
something. I didn't want to tell you while we were still living there"
She was even hesitant to tell us still but finally she did. She said
that while we were living there,from the time that we moved in , she had
these kind of experiences. she went on. I remember her telling us that
at times when us kids were outside playing she would hear a little girl
giggling upstairs.My mom said that that happened alot and she remembers
me coming downstairs that night complaining of the T.V. She said that
she would hear the little girl playing and giggles upstairs as if having
a little tea party with a friend. More times than others,she sayed,the
girl was alone but sometimes she wouls hear what sounded like a little
boy with her. The giggling was always heard in the stair way or upstairs
and ALWAYS with a dim light. Sometimes my mom would go upstairs and our
toys that we hadn't played with would be out or our bed that had been
made would look all jumped on and wrinkled up. And we either hadn't been
playing upstairs or hadn't been home to do it. This went on until one
time we were in the front yard playing and my mom heard her up there.
She decided that she was tired of it,and she didn't want us to hear it
and be scared so she confronted it.She said "-I've had enough, you can
live in this house with us if you want to but I am the parent and you
are the child and you are to behave yourself.I don't want to hear
anymore out of you" And from that time on -she didn't. Never heard a
peep.At this time (sitting on the couch in the apartment)my brother had
a very surprised look on his face. He said That sinca he can remember,
he would be playing in the dining room or something and would,out of the
corner of his eye, see aliitle chinese boy that looked about from the
1800's.And he would do cartwheels. These are the reasons I know that
what i saw and heard was real. It was a ghost.WE have talked about it
since and come up with different sinarios. We found out that our house
used to be a barn behind our neighbors house. It was as old as back in
the 1800's. So my favorite sinario is that the little girl was hiding
the little chinese boy stow away in her barn. One time they were doing
cartwheels in the hay loft and fell through. Maybe they would have
little tea party and giggle up in the loft. It has been years since I we
moved out of that house. We live in the next city now as we have since
about 6 months after we moved out of the grey house. Whenever we go to
that city I have my mom drive by the old house that I still miss. I
often wonder what ever happened to the kids. Do they still linger in
that house. What is there unfinished business? I hope to find out
someday. I have another ghost story from another house-not quite so
friendly and will be harder to tell but I'll try to find the time.
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My name is Walter and I am a Paramedic in Ajax,Ontario,Canada. It is a
foregone conclusion that our Ajax Ambulance Station is inhabited by
beings of a supernatural nature. Late at night usually around 3am, on
occasion, a few of the Paramedics have experiences with these beings.
These experiences range from toilets flushing, pots and pans being
thrown down the hallway from the kitchen, pillows flying through the
air, many occasions of something heavy "sitting" on people to the point
where these Paramedics are unable to get up from bed, shaking beds, loud
doglike barking in the ears of sleeping Paramedics while they are pinned
down (This incidence has only occurred once, and the Paramedic refused
to work at the station for approx.1 year). This is a summary of the
events that had taken place over the last 20-25 years. One Paramedic had
even quit his job because of these incidents. I hope this letter is of
interest to you, as these events are 100% genuine. I have the same
passion for ghosts as you do, and I thoroughly enjoyed your web site.
Historical Note: The Ambulance station used to be part of the hospital
in which, as part of my investigation, many people have
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I'd like to share an experience my mom had that she has related to me a
couple of times when I was younger. When she was a young girl in the
late 1940's in Germany, she lived in an apartment with her parents and
two older sisters. She and her sisters shared a bedroom in the attic.
She said that on some nights, she would be visited by a monk-like figure
in a robe and hood who put his hands around her neck and try to strangle
her. She could never see its face, being obscured by the hood. She
always knew the nights when these visitations would occur because she
would be awakened by a light shining in her face, and would then hear
slow footsteps coming up the attic stairs. Too paralyzed with fear to
move, (or maybe by something else), she could only lie there and wait and
watch helplessly until it made its appearance. She even tried to
trick it one night by ducking down under the covers to the foot of the
bed, but it only lifted the covers at that end instead! Her sisters never
awoke to see what was going on, and she couldn't tell her parents (my
grandparents), who were very strict, and she might get punished for
"telling stories". The experiences didn't cease until they finally moved
away. To this day, it still bothers her to talk about it, but she has
considered going to a hypnotist to see if it really happened or not, but
she is a afraid it will somehow find her again.
Anyhow, this story always gave me the willies, as it's one of the the
only "firsthand" experiences I have ever heard, unfortunately. Except
for my sister's friend, who lives in an old house in New Milford, CT, and
who sometimes hears a ghostly baby crying coming up from the basement
from a hole in her fireplace. <<shudder>> :}
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I have had just one short experience of my own to tell. It was at a friend's house which was very old and has recently been condemed and torn down. I was there one night alone house sitting. I should, before I go on with my story, explain the interior of this house. The front door led to a long hallway which had a set of stairs that led to the second floor where there were two bedrooms. If you traveled down the hallway past the stairs you would come to a door that led to the rest of the house. The living room was on the other side of the hallway wall. It was in the livingroom where I sat that night watching tv. It was getting late and I heard the front door open and close and footsteps go up the stairs. I then thought my friend had come home early. I went out into the hallway and up the stairs to her bedroom where I found the light and tv on but she was no where to be found. I knew that the light and tv had not been on earlier but I shut them off and went back down stairs with no real explanation of what I had heard and why the and tv was on. The whole night I just tried to rationalize hearing the door open and close, the footsteps up the stairs, and the tv and light being on; but I did not, after that night, have any further experiences. I did tell my friend when she came home of my experience and she asked me while grinning "you mean I didn't tell you the house was haunted?" I am sure that she just dismissed what I had told her but I can't dismiss what I experienced.
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I don't know if you can really call these ghost incidents, but it was
enough to scare us. We live in Milton Hershey which is a private school
for social orphan children. I'm a houseparent's son so while the
students went to their real homes for vacation, I stayed there because
that was home to me. There was a rumor that a boy hung himself in the
attic of the house, but we could never get it confirmed or denied.
The first thing that happened was mom and one of the students were in
the house by themselves. They were both sitting in the kitchen when
they heard somebody run down the stairs, run back up and slam a door.
The student ran outside she was that scared and when dad got back he
looked around, but nothing was there.
The second thing that happened was the students were home on vacation
and mom was checking their rooms. It was dark out and as she walked
down the hallway she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around
thinking it was dad, but nobody was there. There weren't even any rooms
to duck into it was just walls.
There was a closet door upstairs that would never stay shut. We
would shut it, walk in a room and when we came back out the door would
be open again. The students would shut it and it still always came
open. We locked it, we put stuff in front of it, but it still came
open. It would stay closed as long as we stood there, but as soon as we
left, it would pop open again.
Probably the scariest thing happened in the basement. There is a big
room down there that is split in half. The ping pong table was on one
side and the TV and stereo were on the other. You had to walk through a
door into the ping pong side, then walk through an opening into the
other side of the room so there was only one way in. While we were
playing ping pong (there was four of us) the radio came on just long
enough for us to run around to the other side. Just before we came into
view of it, it shut off. We looked at it and here it was on tape, so it
couldn't have been playing the radio like it was. Like everything else
there was no one hiding or playing tricks.
The home has since been remodeled. We haven't had any problems since
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At eight years old I awoke in the middle of the night hearing a dog
barking in the back yard. I looked out a window in the back yard and
saw a white dog barking. I woke my mother and told her that whitey was
out in the back yard (she was out white pit bull). She asured me that
whitey was inside and brought her into the room. I told her that there
was a white dog in our fenced in back yard. She looked out the window
and said she saw nothing. I then had her turn off the light and look
again. She didn't see the dog. She then went back to bed and the dog
began to bark again. I looked out the window and saw the white dog
again. Until some years later I realized that the back yard was really
dark and unless the dog was lit up I couldn't have seen such a bright
white color. I'm just wondering if anyone has ever had such a thing
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I am going to write a story relating to the college that I attended this past semester, Mansfield University in Mansfield, PA. This story is known by everyone who ever attended Mansfield. I hope it will give you the chills as much as it did to me!
There is a building on the campus called North Hall. This was built in the late 1800's & used as a female dormitory until it was condemned for demolition in the 1970's. The building was saved & opened as a multimedia library in the Fall Semester of 1996, filled with books & over 100 computers for students to use for writing term papers or for access to the Internet. Well, back in the 1910's (I'm pretty sure it was then), it was still being used as a female dorm. North Hall has a huge stairwell in the middle of the building that spans all six floors of the building. This has inspired many events, such as all the girls gathering at the stairwell on their respective floors & caroling, or maybe even someone telling a story, possibly one of the supernatural. Well, one evening, Sarah, who lived in North Hall & was a major of the piano & voice came to the stairwell. For no particular reason, she began to sing. This attracted many of the girls to the stairwell. They listened & some began to join in. Before long, just about all the girls were singing with Sarah, whose voice still remained supreme among them all. I do not know exactly how this next part happened. Either she was sitting on the banister of the stairwell (as many did. I''ve seen pictures) or if she was just standing too close. However, she hit such an awesome key in the tune she was singing that she put her total effort into it. This caused her to lose her balance & fall to the bottom of the stairwell. Sarah was killed instantly as she hit the hard-wood floors. There were reports that she sang the whole way down, not even letting death take away her beautiful pitch that she had accumulated that fatal moment. Well, it turns out that the image of Sarah's body never left that hard-wood floor. It was as if you could see an outline of where her body landed. The bottom floor of North Hall became carpeted soon! However, this could not keep Sarah out of North Hall. Throughout the rest of the century, people have reported seeing her in the building & from outside the building. There were also reports of a piano playing even after all the pianos in the building were transferred to the new music center. I guess that reports became too much for school officials, because psychic investigators have made a journey through North Hall on more than one occasion. During my stay at Mansfield, I was in North Hall on the Internet. I was having an enjoyable time. I hadn't had internet access before. Well, suddenly this strange feeling came over me. I got the chills very bad. For some reason, I had the feeling that someone was watching me. I turned around to see who was there, but there was no one. Well, I peered over the top of the study carroll behind me, but no one was there. I looked back along the row. No one! I looked forward. Again, no one! It was late at night & I was all alone on the southern wing on the fourth floor. I became so scared. I quickly packed my belongings & got out of there as fast as I could. I always felt weird there after that. I can't be sure if it was anything behind me. However, I wasn't about to give anyone or anything the chance to present themselves to me! This was the story of Sarah, the ghost of North Hall. Ask anyone who attended Mansfield about her. They'll be sure to tell you about her. Many people have seen her too. This is a believer!! So, believe it!
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My story starts in 1969. I was five years old. My brother and I shared
a bedroom. Our twin beds were arranged side-by-side with the foot of the
beds facing our door which entered into the upstairs hallway. If you
were in our room and facing the doorway, to the right of the door hung a
picture of a map of the World. If you were laying in our beds, to your
right would have been our closet door. This was a walk in closet. I am
describing the layout so you can get a sense of how this all seem to
happen. Anyway, my bed was the one nearest to the closet door.
The first time I saw the man in the barrell, it was around 3:00 am. It
was a summer night in Iowa, not too hot, not too cool. I awoke and saw
something that has periodically haunted me to this day. I am now 32
years old. To describe this figure will take some work. The figure
looked very much like a troll. He appeared to be approximately 2 to 3
feet tall. He seemed to either be wearing a barrell or standing inside
it. His feet were exposed outside the bottom of the barrell and he was
wearing shoes much like that of an elf. The toes of the shoes curled at
the ends. At the top of the barrell, straps were connected and hung over
his shoulders. He had very sharp and long finger nails, dirty hands and
arms, jagged, sharp teeth, a very long dirty beard, and wore a hat that,
now as I reflect back looked like something from a Rumplestiltskin fairy
tale. The hat had a round brim and a long pointed top. His eyes were
eerie and piercing, a gray color with pupils shaped like a cat's but as
black as the devil's.
This troll figure appear at approximately the same time on each of his
visits to haunt me and was almost always floating in front of the map of
the World. He was pointing his finger at me, floating up and down very
slowly. He was laughing but no noise was heard. I can remember quickly
covering my head with my sheets during this first encounter. Hoping that
when I uncovered by head he would be gone and I would be dreaming. When
I removed the sheets from my head, he was indeed gone. However, for
about a period of year, from night to night, this man would return and I
would go through the same routine of covering my head. Usually, when I
saw him he would be in front of that map. On other occassions, he would
be to my right, in front of our closet door. Always, he was laughing and
pointing at me, never really talking or explaining why he was tormenting
me. No noise was ever made.
During many nights, just before I was fully awake, I knew he was there.
I didn't even have to look to know. I could feel his presence. Several
times, I would wake up my brother, yelling and asking my brother if he
could see him. My brother, older than me, would tell me to go back to
sleep as I was just imaging him. To this day, my brother can describe
in as clear of detail as I can, how this man looked. The reason he can
is because in the middle of the night, while I was looking at this man I
would describe him to my brother to convince him the ghost was there.
I had told my parents about seeing this man and asked them to remove the
map of the World from the wall as I felt this might have something to do
with seeing him. They took down the map but the man kept coming back.
I asked them to move me into what was our guest room. They agreed to my
wishes but things only got worse. In that room there was also a walk in
closet. If you can picture a clothes bar that was hung with "U" shaped
wall mounts, the clothes bar rested in those mounts connected to the
wall. One night a loud crash came from my closet, I ran to my parents
room without investigating first. I woke them and they went to my
room's closet. When they opened the door, everthing was laying on the
floor. The shelves that held my games and toys and the clothes bar and
all my clothes. How this all came crashing down, nobody knows, but I
have a strong suspicion it was the man I had been seeing. For several
nights from that day forward he would return to laugh at me and haunt
me. Although I haven't had visits from him since we moved from that
house in Iowa, I can still remember the chills he gave me.
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A long time ago, when I was just thirteen years old, I had a terrifying
experience. My mom had died at a very young age, a few months earlier. I was so
devasted about my loss, I wanted to talk to my mom again, to see if she was alright
and happy. I know I was not happy. I was hanging around with my friends, not
doing much of anything, when one of them said they wanted to contact the dead.
My eyes opened wide to the prospect of talking to my mom again and I heard
myself saying, yes, lets do it. We planned our big night for the night of
Halloween. One of the friends parents were going out for the evening, we had the house
to ourselves. Their was eight of us and we were excited as the big night
approached. Around seven, that evening, we all entered the house, laughing and
giggling, thinking this would be kinda stupid, not wanting to make fools of ourselves in front
of the guy's, we sat around the huge oval table. Then the guy's said they needed a leader
of some sort, the one to do the talking and comunicating. I was a quiet shy girl,
who kinda sat in the backround, just watching my friends. (I was still crying over my
loss) Then to my horror, the guy's pointed at me and said I had to do the
talking. I begged and pleaded with them, to no avail, I lost that one straight away.
Well, we all positioned ourselves (me at the head of the table) and the
guy's on one side, the girls on the other.(one of the guy's was eighteen years old)
We all joined hands, with a candle burning in the centre of the table, we
started to laugh out loud. (nerves) This went on a few times, untill one of the girls
shouted out that we should not mess with the spirit world as they would get angry, then
we end up with an evil spirit. Concenrate, she shouted again. Ask only for
a good spirit, she told me. I said I was going to ask for my mom, my friend said she wanted her
Grandmother and another, their Uncle. But I started asking for my mom, in
my mind, as I was asking out loud for a spirit, a friendly spirit to come upon us.
I do not know whether I fell asleep or went into a deep trance, I do know I
was not with my friends at that time. I felt scared and my body was trembling and I
could not move. It felt like something or someone was holding my body down, frozen in
time. I could not open my eyes, I could not talk and I could not move. I honestly
thought I was dead. In the next moment, I felt like someone had slapped me hard, I
fell back out of my chair and stood up, rubbing my eyes, I looked up to see my friend
flying through the air. This room was twentysix feet long and no-one was holding
her. I looked around to see where everybody was and they sat in the chairs with
utter disbelieve on their faces, scared was not a word I could possibly use, for
what I seen their faces. My friend stopped above the T.V, still in the air, she looked
asleep, not knowing what was happening to her. She fell on top of the T.V, with a
sickening thud, but still did not wake from the comatosed state she was in.
How could she of not? I was horrorfied and scared, the spot I was standing in, seemed glued
to my shoes,not letting me move. My friend then lifted back into the air,
up to the ceiling and flew across to the side of the room and fell down
into the sofa. We all managed to move and ran towards her,the heavy coffee
table lifted of the ground and got thrown on top of her body. The eighteen
year old shouted,"What is going on" and lifted the table of her. My friend
then started to thrash out, as if to ward someone away from her and
shouting "NO,NO,NO, I promise, I will never do it again, please leave me
alone. I remember myself and a few others running out of that house, not
looking back, even the girls who lived in the house ran from it. I do not
know who stayed with our friend, but I do know that our group of friends
never talked again, about that night. We also did not play with the spirits again and never
returned to the house down my street. I will wait to talk to my mom, there
is a time and place for everything and everyone.
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My family has lived in West Central Georgia since the late 1820's and
this is a story I heard when I was a child, and it must have taken
place in the early 20th century.
Two of my young single male relatives had walked to visit someone one
Saturday night. On the way back home, on a sandy, unpaved country
road, they met a tall stranger. The moon was shining brightly, and
they saw him coming quite a few yards before he reached them. From
their description, he must have been at least seven feet tall.
When they neared the stranger, both spoke but he ignored them and
continued to walk on with his eyes straight ahead. They stopped and
turned in the road to watch him until he was out of sight, then they
continued on to their home.
The next morning after breakfast, they decided that such a tall man
must have taken some exceptionally long strides, so they went back to
the place where they had encountered him. They found their own tracks
where they had turned to watch the stranger go out of sight, but they
never found a single one of the tall, quiet stranger's tracks.
That's the whole story. They never were able to explain it but both
swore to the incident.
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