This is back in 1983 my mother and I had gone up to Collingwood because
Grandmother had just passed away a couple of days prier. She was on so much
medication that I don't think she knew that she had just died. So anyway one
morning a couple of days later I heard a voice and it sounded just like my
grandmother, the door opened and I heard her say "Muriel, it's time to get
up" then I heard mom say "I'll be up in a few minutes mum". She always got
us up at curtain times.
My mom and I slept in the same room. When I did get up I said to my mother
why did nana (that's what I called my grandmother) call us so early, then the both of us
realized that nana was dead and that was my grandmothers ghost. That's all I have for now.
Thanks for reading
My Ghost Tales
I know this might sound kind of wierd cuz I was the
only one who saw (actually I only heard I was to scared to look) But it was
about 2 years ago and I was sleeping over my friends house ( in a sort of
small town in Maine ) and i could not get to sleep. at around 3 or 4:30 in
the morning i heard the sound of a man in work boots stomping up the stairs,
i know it wasnt his dad because he hasnt worked i along time ( i think it was
because he broke his back but i am not sure ) at about the 11th step his dad
yelled out go to bed rob ( the other reason i knew it wasnt him ) the
footsteps stopped then they started up again they walked right up to the door
and stopped. I lied still for what seemed like 3 or 4 hours but it wasnt that
long. of course i forgot my blanket down stairs which ment i would have to go
past the ghost to get it, and i am not that dumb. so i felt how cold the room
got. when i woke up in the morning my frend and his dad sort of belived me.
but his dad could not remember yelling at me so did he really do it or was
the ghost imitating his exact voice, that i will never know. that has not
been the only " sighting" in the house. when my friend was first moving in
his dad and step mom stayed the night there and while his dad was watching a
movie he got the urge to look at the stairs an saw a mans work boot going up
stairs he moved as fast as he could to see what was there but the top floor
was empty. and not long after my expirence my best friend said he saw a
shadow come form out of the floor.
I'm from Wichita, Ks...and even though my house is
only about 10 years old i belive it is haunted by the
boy who commited suicide in my house. Durning the
middle of the night when i first moved here I always
heard a knocking on my bead room door i would go and
open it and no one was there. My parents and brother
were in bed.I thought it was pretty earie. Then one
day when my friends and i were sitting on the computer
chatting i turned to my left and I saw a teenage boy
walk across my living room and i screamed. My friends
were like what Jane what?!? And i told them that i saw
a man walk across the living room and he went past a
wall and dissapeared. And My brother went to go check
it out and i just said i was seeing things but i knew
i wasn't. Always during the night i would be down
stairs watching the television and i would start
walking up stairs after i was done and i ALWAYS get
the feeling some one is behind me or watching me.
The room that the boy lived in is our guest room.
ANd that room is upstairs and for some reason year
round that room is FREEZING no matter if its like 80
deegres in the house that room is super duper cold and
the vent is open and everthing. So thats where i feel
the "Ghost" lives.
During the middle of the night when im in my room
sleeping i see some one peering trew the crack of my
door. I'm not afraid anymore cause I know hes not here
to hurt me. He's here to protect me.
Little Girl Haunted
When I was a little girl, I lived in a haunted house in Bangor,Ny.
On night about 6o'clock my dad, brother and I were outside picking up the
yard. It was a clear night and there had not been a storm for a couple
of days. I had looked up to the attic window and saw that the attic
lights were flickering on and off. The next day we had the electric
checked. Nothing was wrong. We had other occurances before.
Such as running sounds going up and down the attic stairs, solpher smells,
figures, noises, and we would even feel the ghosts tug on us once and a
while. Also things like furniture moved around, cuboards open
and closeing. We use to think it was a girl ghost because it didn't
like girls in the house, it only accepted men. I am still not sure
what went on in that house but I know I believe in what happened.
Mothers Ghost Story
My name is James and a few years ago my aunt nd uncle
came to visit some how a conversation had sprung up
about supernatural Experiences we had had. my mother
started to tell this story about when she and my aunt
and her boyfriend (my uncle) was still living with
their parents. she said on new years eve after they
had just come back from a party at my great aunts
house and *EVERY ONE* had gonne to bed she her some
voices down stairs in the kitchen. it sounded like
they were having a little late night party so she went
downstares to investigate. There was no one there but
she could still hear the voices but now they were
still all around her like the things didnt even know
that she was there. She got scared and ran back up the
stares to her bed room and locked the door and got
into bed. after my mother had finished the story my
Uncle (aunts boyfriend) sat up and said was this
around 1975 (when my mother was about 17) and she said
yes why and my uncle said well i herd the exact same
noises coming from the kitchen and when he went down
stares and he experienced exactly the same thing.
My mother also told another story witch she found a
little bit emotional to talk about. two days after my
grand mother had died and my mother and the rest of
the family had came back from the funeral My mother
went up into the bathroom and started to draw a bath
because this was a very old house (17th centry) there
was a large boiler next to the sink just after my
mothers bath was ready and she was getting ready to
get in it she started to back up trying to get of her
trousers. my mother was going towards the boiler and
if she hit it she could of possibly lost her life
because of the intence heat (you cold only fell the
heat when you were very close to it because the bath
room didnt have any heating). something touced and
pushed my mother away from the boiler stopping her
from hitting it. my mother beleves to this day that it
was my grandmother who touched her that night trying
to save her.
One night i was sleeping and a noise woke me up. When i came to i
that my bed was shaking. Another time i was in the bathroom,i was taking a
bath. I had my head under water but while i was under my brother started
saying whats dat whats dat so o corse i sat up and when i did i saw hi
written on the shower door. My last story it was 12:00PM and i was asleep in
the living room I was babysitting my brother. I was a wkend by a noise of
playing in the dining room(thats were my bros toys were) so i thought it was
him. i yelld for him expecting hom to come running in but he didnt. i look
over at the other couch and there he was asleep.
dear dave- my name is rusty and i have experienced high levels of paranormal activity in my old house i grew up in.i moved in there at age 7 ,it is a little town in florida named sanford.the house was a parsonage next to a christian church my parents got married in many years before.strange things would occur like hearing voices , knocking from the attic ,hearing things fall in the closet ,then to look and find out that nothing had fallen at all.now i want you to know that i lived there up until about age 16,so you dont think that i was to young to remember things that i heard and saw.the house was about 40 years old when i was there back in the eighties,and i dont know much history about the house other than most of the pastors of the church would live there during their term at the church.one night i awoke to see my mom in the doorway...or what looked to be my mom.i sat up in bed and asked my mom why she was just standing there and looking at me?then the apparition kind of glowed greenish white,and was wearing a night gown of some type.i started to get very scared at this point because the apparition started not to look like my mom anymore,but that of an older lady..then i asked the form what she wanted,and the apparition dissappeared.now a lot of people i tell that story to laughs at me but believe me when i tell you as i am writing this the hair on the back of my neck stands up.there was another occasion when me my mom and dad and my brother were watching a movie in the living room,every door in the house shut one right after the other.there were no windows open and the air conditioning was not on.my mom and dad did a good job of dissmissing it just to put us at ease,for years they would make up stories about the occurences so that we would not be scared.things would also happen like seeing someone staring at you out of the corner of your eye,then not being there when you looked in that direction.we had venetian blinds and you would hear a noise like someone running their finger down the blinds,and then see them moving.my mother told me that it was just the wind.my parents finally admitted that the house was haunted,about 5 years after we moved out.we are very good friends with our old neighbors next to that house,and i was over there just the other day visiting,and my friend told me that a new couple just moved in there about 2 weeks ago and they have already packed up and moved out.my friend also went on to tell me about the week prior to that..that the young lady was there alone one night because her husband worked nights,and the next thing my friend told me was that she heard screaming next door and the woman came over to her house screaming that someone or something was in that house.she never went into detail on what she saw or heard.well i guess thats all i wanted to write you about,i have really enjoyed your website and am very interested in paranormal investigation.keep up the good work!
I have a short story to tell you.
My dog Tasha died almost a year and
a half ago, she was a big red Doberman. She really was beautiful, friendly,
and very protective of her family and friends. She was also very jealous of
her toys. We have two other dogs in our family, and sometimes Sunshine, the
lab mix, would try to take Tasha's blue ball. To keep the peace we bought
another one. After Tasha died, we noticed that Sunshine's ball had
disappeared. For about six months we would hear Tasha playing with the
missing ball. We know it was Tasha because she was the only one who would
put the ball in her mouth and chew up and down, it made a very distinctive
sound. We would hear her sigh, and shake herself, ( her collar also had it's
own sound) and she would wake me up in the morning by licking my face. Tasha
was the only one who could reach my face in bed because of her size. After
six months the sounds began to fade, although sometimes she still wakes me up
by licking me. The blue ball turned up looking well chewed. And sometimes I
hear her nails on the tile in the bathroom where she liked to sleep. I think
she just wanted to stay with us for a while longer.
I've been reading a lot of the ghosts stories on this site, and I
write and share what I believe is a "Haunting" as you call it.
About a year ago my cat Crissy disappeared. We were very close. I got her
from the Humane Society when I was three, and when you get a pet from there
it's usually a good one. It's like the pets are grateful for you saving them.
Crissy and I had been through a lot together, and we loved eachother very
much. One morning I woke up, and I felt like something was wrong. I went down
to breakfast, and my Mother told me she couldn't find Crissy anywhere. She
had disappeared a few times before by either getting locked in a closet or
getting too high up in a tree, so I tried to tell myself we would find her,
and everything would be fine. We looked for her for about a week, but from
the start I think we all thought it was in vain. About six months later, when
the subject wasn't so painful I couldn't handle it, my mother and I talked
about her. She told me that when she had opened the door that morning to let
my other cat in she saw and felt a sort of white flash. My cat had a very
particular way of entering the house, she would leap as high as she could
over the threshold and her paws would thump on the floor. Mom said it was
like she did that, and then it disappeared.
It was then I realized that I too had felt her presence before. She used to
love to sleep with me, and sometimes I can still feel her jump on my bed,
slowly walk over and curl up beside me. Sometimes I can even hear her meow,
or scratch on our front door. I swear sometimes I can even still feel her fur
at night on my bed beside me. I know her spirit is still there in the house
with me, and it makes me feel comforted.
Ok here I go with what sounds like another traditional
ghost story. I
used to work at Mt. Carmel a nun home in Dubuque IA. I know it's odd that
anything paranormal would be lurching in a home for people that devoted their
whole lives to god. Anyway it all started out with my experience but first
you need to know the history.
Mt. Carmel was built in 1889 I think. Over the years new additions have
been added on. Way back when I'm not sure though, the sisters would teach
children there so there are a few school rooms. Well Mt. Carmel has been
burned down atleast 2 times and a whole school room of children were killed.
In that hall people say that sometimes you can hear children cry and the
crackling noises of fire.
One night I was working in one of the dining rooms that was built in
sometime in the 1930's and we still have some of the old machinerey and
things in there including an old cooler that never gets used in the way back.
A couple of times when i moped back there , there would be a loud banging
noise coming from the inside and a faint screaming noise. Even though I was
kinda spooked out I opened it anyway and it doesn't even run anymore and
there is nothing around this part of the building that the noise could have
come from. At night when we were done cleaning and everything the supervisor
would come and check and make sure we would have the machines off and when we
would come in in the the morning they would be turned on. We would all be
kind of upset over this because sometimes we would get yelled at and the
supervisor would get yelled at for not making sure it was off. One day i
made the comment that it was haunted and the supervisor said I know it is
and we sat down and she shared her own experiences.
Late at night on 3rd floor some of the nurses aides would see the
apprition of the old head mother who died there about 45 years ago, and the
sound of her cat up by the attic and by her old room. (they kept her cat and
cared for it until it died.) When one of our sisters died my supervisor and
another co-worker cleaned out her room to get things ready for her family to
take. They completely took everything out and turned out the light. About
15 minutes later the light was back on and they thought nothing of it and
turned it off and as soon as they turned their backs it went back on. This
time she stepped into the room and in the very middle the sisters shoes were
there on the floor, when she knew that everything had been cleared out and
she knew she had packed them.
Living With Spirits!
I am living with two spirits I am 53 years old right now.One is apparently
very small child who fell off an island with cabins on it and drowned while i
was down stream fishing as a young boy myself and his spirit some how found
me and is now living in me and has grown up with me .the other is a twin
brother who is said to have died almost as soon as he was conceived,and has
continued to live with me as a spirit. I was not aware of either of them
until a short time ago until the child began to speak to my fiance while i am
asleep. he calls himself peter but does not remember if he is a boy or a girl
because of his age when he drowned .the twin was never discovered at birth
and i have no way to find out if in fact i did have a twin.I have a younger
brother who died at age 36 of cancer who was a twin and his twin died shortly
after birth.Peter says that my twin is very angry that he did not get to live
and now wants to take over my mind and body so he can live out the rest of
his days in human form,but peter also says he is dangerous and i must do
whatever it to keep him from taking over as he believes he will go to heaven
when i die but be resigned to hell if my twin gets control. well there is my
story except it or not its a fact my name is Danny my twin calls himself
Denny,and i hope this all ends someday on a happy note goodbye thank you for
letting me tell my story !
Last Good Night Kiss
It began the december 19th of 1998, my grand-mother
was in hospital for her last moments; my mother and my father were with
her and my hole other family (uncle, aunt; all the adluts). I was at my
mothers best friend's house. My grand-mother died at exacly 5:55 am. Whent
the phenomen happened it was 6:00 am. What happened is that at 6:00 am,
I woke up because I felt a sweet kiss on my cheak as she use to give me,
a little touch on my forhead (as she use to give me) and I heard a voice
that was saying " Good night *****" (*** my name). At first I thought that
it was the cat but later on in the day, my mother cme and tell me that
my grand-mother was dead.
So before she went away, she came and give a last good night kiss.
Just a Coincidence?
Hey, great website. My name is Michelle, and I'm a 20 year old college
student. My story began when I was a senior in high school. It doesn't
involved ghosts directly, but I still think it's kinda interesting. I grew
up out in the sticks of Connecticut, where I spent the first 17 years of my
life cow-tipping and watching grass grow. It was extremely boring, and I was
Just after the beginning of my senior year in high school, a little over
three years ago, I had two strange dreams that at the time had no apparent
meaning....In the first dream, I was flying very quickly through the clouds,
and with me was what I believed was God. As we were soaring through the sky,
I looked down and saw the blue ocean below. Soon, I began seeing boats and
gray shingled houses. It was so beautiful. We flew around and around. I
believed what I saw was a small fishing town, but wasn't certain. I knew it
was located on some type of land mass away from the coast because I saw the
ocean as we were approaching and I also felt a sense of distance. When I
woke up the next morning, I thought it was a weird dream but kinda relaxing.
The second dream happened a few months later. The details are a little
blurry, but the general idea is there....I was standing in front of a house.
It was old, dark, and very ugly, with pointy tower-like structures and
uneven shingles. As I entered through the side door, and saw a long, narrow
staircase ahead of me, I knew instantly that something bad had happened in
that house. I also remember being chased through the house, at some point,
but the rest is blurry. It was a scary, and very unsettling dream.
Anyway, I went on with my life, graduated from high school, and relocated to
Boston for college, not really thinking that much of either dream
afterwards. The summer after my freshman year, I was offered a job on
Nantucket, a small island located 30 miles off the coast of Massachusetts. I
had never been there before, and after enduring the long, 2 hour boat ride,
I arrived only to be greeted with a lot of rain and fog. I wasn't able to
see a thing from the ferry.
About halfway through the summer, I needed to return to the mainland for a
few days and boarded the boat, preparing for the long trip back. It was a
beautiful, sunny day, unlike the day I arrived, and I wanted to check out
the view of the town before we left. When I reached the top of the ferry and
looked out across the town, I almost fell overboard. It was exactly what I
had seen in the first dream I had had. It was amazing. From that moment, I
knew there was some alternate reason for me being there, and I knew that was
where I belonged. That summer was the first time I had ever been truly
It gets a little stranger. This past summer, after a long year of waiting to
return, I was finally back. It was like I NEEDED to go back. Not returning
wasn't even an option. I know it sounds weird, but it's hard to explain.
Anyway, one day in July, while riding my bike down the long road that leads
to Sankaty Light House (for those of you who know). I looked to my right and
stopped dead in my tracks, leaving a skidmark halfway down the street. There
was the exact house from my second dream! It stood out with its dark,
gothic-like towers and tight, squared structure, among the large, gray
shingled homes that surrounded it. I passed that house many times over the
summer however, when I worked at night, I just could NOT bring myself to go
near it. I always took the long way to avoid passing the house. It really
frightened me, but I can't explain why.
I always wondered about the history of the house, and often wanted to stop
and ask the owner, but was afraid I of what I might discover. Hopefully, I
will be returning to Nantucket again this summer and will finally be able to
dig up some information, but for now, I need to concentrate on school and
not the overwhelming feeling I have everyday that is forcing me to return.
since we moved into this house there have been several "little" things
have happened. For instance....this is an old house and you can feel it when
someone walks in another part of the house, we have all experienced this
when there was no one else in the house. One day I was sitting at my
computer which is near the front door. My husband had taken our daughter to
see her grandparents in another town. I heard a man's voice that sounded as
if it was coming from my right just outside the door. When I opened it of
course there was no one there. I was cooking fried green tomatoes and I felt
like someone was standing behind me watching me. I said 'do you like fried
green tomatoes Mr. Burl?" and my 3 year old said "hi!" and smiled and the
feeling went away. Another night I was asleep in my bed. My husband was
watching television in another room. It was very cold that night and I had a
sleeping bag thrown on top of my other covers. I felt the sleeping bag
sliding off and sat up to put it back on and there was a man standing at the
foot of the bed puling the sleeping bag I yelped and my husband came in.
Often there are shadows, sounds, etc... We are not afraid just wondering if
you think it's what I think it is. Oh yeah, Mr. Burl is the man who built
and lived in this house until he died.
i just finished reading your story and looking at the picture about
ghost. i am 14 years old and have never had somthing like that happen to me
when i was younger i lived in a small convorted bungalow which used to be
owned by an old man who died in the house. we had some very strange things go
on there such as, strange unexplained noises we could always smell pipe smoke
+ the man use to smoke a pipe my mother and father woke up in the night to
hear a chain being dragged across the floor upstairs so they got the dog to
go up there to check there was noone there but when they got there there was
no one and most of all we all slept at one side of the house but whenever we
were there we allways felt like we were being watched + it was proved that we
wernt the only ones who thought that because one day my mothers friend
lavinia was having a shower and she suddenly came running out clutching her
towel and when my mother asked what was wrong she said she felt like there
was somone watching her. and once somthing happened to me, i was 4 years old
and i was under my covers in the night and i stretched out my leg and i felt
a cold hand hold my leg but i thought it was my mother + since i was only 4
years old i didnt think much of it then when i pulled my leg in it let go and
i stretched it out again and it took hold again. i can still not determen
wether it was a dream or not but i can remember it clearly and it felt very
realistic. we left the house when i was 7 and moved to a big house but the
man who had bought the house off us when we left bought it in hire purchase
so he had to pay monthly but he didnt pay up so we kicked him out. then when
my parents divorced me my sister and mother moved back to the old house but
allways slept upstairs and never went in the supposabley haunted side. i have
recently found out from my mother that my grandmas house has also had strange
happenings, my great grandma died in the house and so did the lady who used
to live there. and my mother told me that she had many strange incounters
with ghosts like, lights turning on by them self, and once she wanted to tape
some music and when she played it back she heard groans on the tape and once
she was in bed and she saw 3 strange lights dancing on the wall when the
courtains were shut tight with no gaps and no cars were outside. they lights
danced around the wall for a bit then suddenly came together and shot accross
the bed my mother say's there was no sound but a massive flash like thundar
all round her room. and there was one more thing that happened while my
mother was in the house, my great grandma used to sleep in the big bed with
my mother and 2 days after my great grandma died my mother was in bed and
heard my great grandma breathing and since my great grandma used to wheeze
when she breathed it was unmistakeble. and once my grandma saw the ex owner
of the house standing at the top of the stairs (well she said she did but it
was probily my grandpa getting off the toilet). and thats all except for the
dog allways howling in the night.
I Had an Experience
Back on June 20, 1993, I stayed at the original Flamingo Hotel in
It was old and was scheduled for demolition to make way for a new hi-rise
hotel the following week.
I awoke and saw a white coated man moving near my luggage. I thought it was
a robbery, I laid still and watched him move back and forth, I was
petrified, I watched the digital clock move from 11:29 to 11:33 as he moved
around. I pretended to sleep and rolled over towards the bedside lamp. It
was then I saw a man in a dark suit at the foot of the bed looking down at
me. I jumped, turned the light on and woke my wife..there was nobody in the
The next day we had trouble with the sink running and running..the
maintenance man said it must be the ghost of Bugsy Siegel mad at the thought
of his home being torn down. It turns out Siegel's room was upstairs from us
and was locked up like a musem exhinit. I just told that story and someone
looked on the web and found out Bugsy Siegel was murdered on that day , June
20 in 1947 around that time of night.
I was wondering if you hade ever heard of any "incidents" at that old hotel.
It was about two and a half years ago, but I still remember it clearly. My parents and I were searching for a new home around Columbus Ohio. I enjoyed it because there were so many places to choose from and so many different styles. Plus it got me out of my old house which I had presumed to be haunted. I'm not really sure if that one was, I'm guessing it was my older just trying to scare me at night. We had been searching for about two days adn the woman who had been showing us around had mentioned an older home on a lake. It was cheap and from what she said it was rather large and beautiful. So off we went in search of this fantastic home. As soon as we pulled into the driveway my skin began to crawl and I already didn't like it. It was a nice place, but you could tell it was an older lot. A little work was all it needed yet it felt like the house was screaming stay away. I was a little worried about entering the old place, but I was curious about what caused my short panic attack. I have always believed in the supernatural and such. I figured why not. As soon as I entered a horrible smell seemed to fill the house. It was that smell you get when you go into an old folks home, the smell of pain and death. My mother said it was just mold smell and if they left the door open it would probably clear up. I stayed close to my parents while we looked around the house. I kept getting this horrible feeling that something wasn't right that we should leave now. I finally left the company of my parents, because they were talking about something horribly boring. I went upstairs to investigate and to my surprise the smell wasn't so bad, but it seemed a tad cooler. I thought that was odd. I walked in and out of all the bedrooms except the end one. The door was shut. I turned around and out of the corner of my eye I saw someone enter the room on the left side of me. I thought it was my mother, but when I called out no one answered, and when I looked inside the room no one was there. I tore down the stairs and ran through the kitchen looking for my parents and tell them that we are getting out of there. I found them in the back bedroom and I must have looked like I had seen something because my father asked me if I was alright. I forced a smile and said something like " Oh I'm just peachy, even though I'm pretty sure I saw someone upstairs following me. Oh don't worry it can't hurt me, it's already dead. Can we get the hell out of here... uh NOW!" (I wrote in my journal after we came back to the hotel room and that's what I put down) My mother ignored me and my father just smiled. I walked away, I assume they thought I didn't like the house and if I made up something they would't buy it. So onward to the basement they went. I followed relunctently, because in the house this seemed to be the worst spot. It was cold, wet, and it gave me the feeling that I was being watched. We walked arounf the basement, it was about that time that the realator told us about the homes history. A couple had lived there, the aunt of the girl had gotten sick and she had no other family. So of course they took her in. She lived in the basement until her death, and shortly afterwards the couple moved out because everything reminded them of dear aunty. Sure.They probably saw dead aunt and quickly vacated their home. It would explain the price. I think that's about the time my parents got the feeling that the place was haunted because all of the 'adults' looked at one another and decided to leave. MOther won't admit to me that I saw anything, but she later said the my father had felt something and the place frightened him. So thats my story, hope you like it.
Alright me and my friend nathan were walking through the woods one
day and we
found this old abandoned house and we were skeptical about it so we went in
it. There were clothes scattered everywhere and we found the guy who used to
live there's name. His name is Harry Shaffer. When we steped foot in there we
could feel a cold breeze sweeping over us like i've been reading wut happens
when a ghost sweeps over you. Well we went home and nathan went home and he
was looking at his family tree and the name Harry Shaffer came up and there
was a picture of him standing in front of the house that we went in! I
couldn't believe it. Well the next time nathan came over we went back only
this time we went down the steps and i happened to find the bathroom and it
looked like there was a rope hanging down from it and just when i was gonna
look in the door from the stairwell slammed shut and it couldn't of just been
from the wind because it really slammed plus there was no wind. So I think
that Harry's spirit is still in the house and he doesn't want anyone to see
what's in the bathroom.
Here to Stay
I've written before about our little girl spirit
who seems so attached to us. I do believe she is here to stay.
The Xmas tree is down so the ornaments are no longer there for her to play with. Guess what she does now?
For Xmas, I gave my Dearheart a couple of those fishes that you can mount on your wall. They play songs or say things or such. Anyway, the one she has really taken a shine to is the Cool Catfish.
More than a few times (especially on weekends), my kids and I will be sitting on the couch when the Cool Catfish decides to go off. Please keep in mind the only way this fish is supposed to activate is when one walks by it or presses the activation button. No one was near this thing. Keeps going off.
Not scary, just rather annoying. The fish says funny things, but only once. After that it gets OLD.
Another thing she seems fond of doing is scaring our cats. One of them is older and scared of everything anyway, but the other is still a kitten and pretty fearless. Both of them will come running out of my bedroom like someone lit their tail on fire! It's funny to watch them scramble into the living room and look for "protection" from their mom.
I've heard my daughter talk to someone in her sleep. I don't know if she's just dreaming or actually talking to our visitor. She holds an actual conversation, almost like she is awake and playing. Kinda eerie. She only does this about a half hour after she has fallen asleep. Not every night, but more than I care to remember.
Anyway, thanks for listening and keep up the good work!
Hi my name is Daniel. I live in hatley,ms ,but before moving to hatley
lived in Okolona, MS. On a piece of land called Hells half Acre. My story
takes place on when I was 14 years old. I have always believed in the
possibility of ghosts. I was asleep one night when I was awoke from a deep
sleep. I looked about trying to figer out what woke me up when I noticed a
shadow in my room. I tried hitting it but it backed up to my closet and
Haunting at My House
I am a 30 year old mother of two who never had any kind of ghostly
experiences before until about a year ago. My husband, our 4 year
old daughter and myself lived in a house that was approximatly 60-70 years
old in an older part of a pretty big sized city. We had lived in
the house for 6 years, but we were looking to expand our family and the
house was very small so we put it up for sale in August of 1999.
About two weeks after the house went on the market, my husband was working
nights and our daughter was asleep in her bed. It was around 10:30pm
and I was doing dishes before going to bed. The stove light was on
and so was the lamp in the living room. The windows were doubled
paned storm windows (so therefore when you looked out the window at night
you saw the reflection of the room behind you). I looked up from
the dish I was washing and there was a shape of a man behind me standing
in the doorway between my kitchen and den with his arms folded across his
chest. I could see his shape very clearly, however I could also see
into the room through him. I could not make out facial features,
but could tell by his size that he was a fairly large man. I stared
at him for approximately 30 seconds then looked back down at the dish I
was washing and when I looked back up "he" was gone. I called my
husband at work because I was so shaken by the experience. Of course
he thought I was nuts, said it was my imagination and that I just needed
to rest. Several days later a friend of mine came over a kept experiencing
a "cold spot" in that same area between the kitchen and den. I told
her the story of what I had seen and my husband confessed to the fact that
he had known since we moved in that a man had been murdered in the home
about 30 years before. After that things really started to happen.
But they only happened to me (or so I think). About a week later
my husband was at work again. My daughter was now sleeping in the
bed with me when he was gone. She was already in bed and I was standing
at the bedroom door fixing to turn off the lights. We both suddenly
heard glass breaking as if a heavy glass object had fallen. She sat
up and bed and asked me what it was and I told her my vase probably fell
off of the table. I went to the front part of the house and there
was nothing broken. I searched every room and the next morning checked
outside but could find no broken glass anywhere. That really creeped
me out. Another experience happened while I was home alone in the
bathroom and the door started to open by itself. I politely told
"Bob" (that is what I nicknamed my ghost) to please leave me alone, that
I was tired and the door immediately stopped.
Several other instances happened to where I would wake up in the middle of the night with objects such as my clock and my husbands breathing machine being taken off of the nightstands and being placed on the floor with out disturbing the coverlet on the nightstands (in other words there was no way these objects were falling off). I finally decided to call and have my title traced so I could find out who he was. The first call I made to the department I spoke to a lady named Angie who told me she would research it and call me back in a few days. A week went by and when I called the department back and told them Angie was helping me they said there was never an Angie that worked for them. This happened twice to me until I finally decided that "Bob" wanted to remain unknown. In February, 2000, I found out I was pregnant with my second daughter. As soon as I found out the "hauntings" stopped. We sold our house that summer and moved away. Our new house has no "others" living here to my knowledge.
Back in 1972 my family moved into a house on Upland ave., in Fontana
The house was haunted. Just after that the house at the other end of the
street also became haunted. I'll start with the house down the street. I was
friendly with the woman that lived in that house. She had a Passion for
gardening. The house is or was on the courner of the street. In front on 2
sides along the both streets were 2 flower beds. I would see her out side
caring for the flowers. I think in 1973 she died. I saw an ambulance out in
front of the house one day. I just thought she got sick. Later one of the
boys that lived on the street told me she had died. At the time I didn't
beleive Him, because I had seen her just the day before taking care of her
flowers and the ambulance had been there about a week before. The next thing
that happen was one day I was walking past the house and I saw a woman
tending the gardens out front.I stop to say hello to her. To me she looked
just like the womon that had lived there all along. I told her I was glad
that she was better. She told me that she had not been sick and that she had
just moved in. I don't know if I ever saw her again. A couple of years later
a family with a boy moved in to that house.In the mean time I was still
seeing the first woman from time to time. I didn't know at the time that a
family had moved in. I saw the boy in the drive way playing with a ball.I
told him that the woman that lived in the house would not like him playing
with the gate open and that she would be mad about it. He then told me that
he live in the house and could play in the drive way if he whated to. I then
Pointed out that the woman was in the window watching him and that she
looked mad to me. He then look at the window and saw the woman, turn white,
started to run around to the front of the house yelling for his father.
Later that year the woman that lived next door stop me to talk to me about
the house.She told me that the first woman had died years before.She also
told me that all the women that had live there since 1972 had all gotten
sick. She told me that she had seen the woman in the window also and she
though that she was mad because the other women keeped taking out the
flowers she put in. Also the flowers where started to grow in to her
yard.Later they put up a very high fence so that they would not be able to
see the window from there yard.Her husband(the neighbor) told me later that
his wife was sick.He also wanted to know if I knew of any thing that could
be done about what was happening next door. Plus that they were moving. In
1979 I told my DR. that I though the house my mother had lived in was what
made her sick. He asked me where she had been living at that time.I told him
on Upland ave.He then ask if the house was on the courner and why he was
asking me.He said that the first woman that had lived there had died of
cancer and so did the next 2 women that lived there( of the same cancer).
The young mother of the boy did not died of the cancer that she got but that
she was still very sick because of her treatment for it. He also told me
that the frist owners of the house was not the first woman.He told me that
the town did know what to do with the house as they didn't what any more
women to live there because they where all getting the same cancer.I told
him about the first woman and that she didn't like any one to mess with her
flowers. He did say that the town might make it in to a park.I said that it
might work but she would probably not like it and that others could still
get sick.I have how idea what happened because I move out of town not long
after that.I'll save the House we lived in for later.
When I was young I used to visit my Nan's and Grandpa's often on
there farm near Kempsey, NSW, Australia.The farm had been in the family
for several generations until Nan and Grandpa sold it because they were
to old to run. It was a good place to spend some of our school holidays,
there was plenty to do for us Kids (there were Me, My sister, My brother
and 4 cousins but the cousins didn't visit as much). But there was something
about the old house that none of us knew until it was sold. The house was
normal to look at and was like all the rest of the houses built in that
time. When you entered the house it seemed normal, but the childrens bedroom
that was opposite the main bedroom was always colder than the rest of the
house. Anyway many of us children had to sleep there, most of us including
me and one of my cousins have said that when they slept in the room have
often felt they have not been alone when physicaly there the only one's
in the room. On other memorable nights there were snatches of slured conversation,
my brother described it as if someone was trying to talk to you but the
speach was so slured that you could not describe it. One weekend while
helping grandpa mustering I was walking from the front verandah to the
kitchen to find nan and as I pased the bedroom I noticed someone(female)
standing near the ironing board(Nan did the ironing here) I thaught nothing
of it and kept on walking, but as I got near the kitchen I remembered thet
nan was in the garden and took afew steps backwards to the bedroom door
and the figur had vanished and I tell you now that was frightening for
me. To go with the talking at night I also saw things fliter across to
room(no objects but like someone running) while Iwas reading and on some
ocasions I felt uncomfortable as if an old man was in a full on stare at
me. Anyway these events freaked me somuch that on one occasion(my mum and
dad had come to visit) I stated to cry when mum said I wasn't going to
go home till the next weekend but I wouldn't stop crying until mum said
I could go home(to this day I don't know why I stated to cry I think it
was just so I could get out of there). Anyway after the farm was sold Mum,
my brother and I were having a conversation about something and the hauntings
came up. It was only then did I realise that others had experienced these
ocurences. There were three reasons for these ocurences:
1 was that we all had wild imaginations including some older people.
2 was that we all had been visited by one of my relativies that was droped on her head when she was young but lived as a mentally retarded woman till she was 30. Which would explain the slured speach and the vision.
Number 3 explains the sence of a man near and also the slured voice. You see grandpa's grandpa died of a stroke.
Or matbe it's both of them having a conversation like they would have had when they were alive.
Ghosts make me think I am crazy???
I have not really shared my story with too many people because it
kinda of makes me think I am a little weird but here goes, When I
go to sleep at night I am often awakened by loud noises, noises that cannot
Lately for the past month or so I have been awakened by these noises and to my horror I see something that resembles a male, or female figure. MOst of the time this scares me and I try to tell myself that I am only dreaming but I know this could not be true because my son is also often awakened by the same thing.
Last night the figure was very close to my face and it frightened be so much. I am aboriginal and I am going to smudge my home in an attempt to make the unwanted spirits leave.
A little bit of background, I bought this house in a power of sale and the people who lost their home left it with bad vibes. Since they lost everything including their marriage they were in quite a state of despair and anger when they left. My question, how do I cleanse my home of the bad things that happened in it? And how do I get rid of the unwanted spirits? Please tell me how to do this.
Ps. I have been haunted by spirits from the time that I was a small child. Usually though they only made noise.
Ghosts Do Exist
ghosts do exist my sister even brought one with her from abroad as
a 2 1/2 yr old he has always come to her when shes afraid she smells him
on a trip to europe another ghost even opened an armoir with a mirror in
it she needed a a mirror at the time she even saw my dead mom shortly after
i smelled my mom shortly after her death she came to say bye i had missed
her death we both had an agreement that if she wanted to visit me after
death shed wouldnt make me nervous or scared she promised theres this pub
in chgo its called the red lion pub good fish and chips and haunted theres
something you cant put your finger on oh my granduncles home my dead 2nd
cousin haunts it for years since he died of an accident he was only a 19
his dad my granducle whos dead now was being mobed by a group of violent
blacks they had broken his arm and car window he was hearing his son call
him while it was happening his son mike was already dead due to the accident
oh my mom who was a bit psychic like her aunt who still lives today well
mom would see this old neighbor wave hi to her as she walked to work and
he cont even after he died what else oh this home where we lived in coral
gables florida haunted he even got inside my mom cuse my mom had a lot
of light she had to light a candle in church and pray for his soul she
first had to ask him his name he gave her his name in a dream what else
this guy whos like my uncle his neice would see her grandfather who was
dead when they argued and her brother who died in an accident as he died
his mom fell to the floor hanging the wash not knowing he had just died
oh as my grandfather died my mom felt real anxious she thought i had trouble
but it was my grandfather what else he even would haunt the country home
and even came to our place to visit i would dream dreams and they would
happen since a young child a teachers husband who was ill in the hospital
i deamnt he died of cancer and the man had died we found out that morning
in school i have a bit of deja vu i guess its from the family i dream in
color and things happen its second nature i say things and they happen
and i dont know why i say them etc
once we had these kids my sis was sitting i hated em cuse i was the baby of the family i wished their home to burn down so theyd never come back and they home burned down years later a freshman or sophomore in hs i needed current events on china and wished china to have an earthquake and the next day it was there in the current events of the suntimes i got scared then oh in texas we were in this motel they guy there tried to kill us my gasing us we got out by gods help well this old man a saint or an angel helped us and gave us this motel room the motel didnt exist the next morning he didnt charge us either i can go on and on its so natural and second nature oh this guys friend of ours his pal her brother was dying they went to a witch doctor babalao for cubans well she didnt let her in nor her mom she said youre bringing in death then the guy dies he appears again to his sister and she says you got to go your dead already then he leaves i can go on and on this old woman had the evil eye in my moms mill town everything she looked at died cattle etc so many things take the curse of the presidents from the last century all pres died or became deathly ill in years elected ending in 00 from 1900 to 2000 wild hopefully its over we need to pray for george w hes a good man
>From reading several of the stories on this particular
website I have come to believe that I too may have had
encounters with a ghost. This is not necessarily a
scary story, but a curious one.
I grew up in Clay, NY just outside of Syracuse. The
house we lived in was not very old, in fact we were
only the second owners of the house. I lived there
until I was 12 years old.
My first strange encounter occurred when I was only 4
years old. I was asleep in my room on a cot. It was a
transition from crib to bed. The foot of the cot was
facing the door. I awoke and suddenly sat up in my
bed. I noticed a face of a man that appeared to be at
the top of my open door. I could not make out any
body to the face but I was immediately very frightened
and I pulled the covers over my head. I did not dare
to look to see if the face had vanished. To this day I
sleep with the covers over my head out of habit and I
am 23 years old.
Throughout the time that we lived there I would often
awake in the middle of the night to hear my name being
called. I never told my family about those occurences.
Years later, I happened to be asking my mother about
the house (after we had moved) and she told me that
she would hear her name being called as well. My older
brother reported the same thing that day. In the same
sitting she told me a story that I had heard before
but she never did tell me the ending until that day.
My mother returned home from running errands. My
brothers and I were in school and my father was still
at work. Almost immediately after she stepped in the
house she heard a door in the house slam. It was
winter at the time, so no windows were open to account
for it. She left quite quickly to get a neighbor to
help her investigate the house. They never did find
anything. I never thought to ask my mother which door
had been slammed until that day. She looked at me and
said "Yours". Needless to say I was a bit disturbed by
Around the time that my father announced we were
moving to Ohio, I started hearing tapping. I could
not for the life of me figure out what it was. It
seemed to generate from my little brothers room, which
was next to mine, but they seemed to stop or fade when
I investigated. I must have picked up every single
loose object to see if, when I slammed it down, it
made the same noise I had been hearing.
Also, now that I think of it, things would disappear.
My barbies would be missing and then appear on the
floor. I thought that this was just my brothers
playing a joke on me. One time though, a watch that I
had been given for christmas was missing. I searched
the entire room, to no avail. One year later, almost
to the day, my friend and I were going to play chinese
checkers and as I opened the box, I saw the watch.
There is no reason I would have randomly left it
The only other strange experience occurred over time.
I would often have a reoccuring dream in which a man
in his mid forties was trying to get in through my
bedroom window. I would wake up right before he got
the window open. The last night I spent in the house
I had the same dream only it had a different ending.
Suddenly as the man was trying to get in, a door
appeared next to the window and he came in. He told me
not to be frightened. He sat down at my desk and there
appeared a woman and a small child. He said that he
just wanted to say goodbye, that his family would miss
Later my mother told me that she thinks that she saw
shadows moving in the kitchen while she was there
alone. I am not sure what was going on since the house
was so new. I can just assume that it had to do with
the land it was built on. The field across the street
from my development was being excavated so they could
build a new development. In the process the local
neighbor kids would bring wheelbarrows full of stuff
such as old china, old glass bottles, etc. Quite
possibly the land had other houses on it long before
ours which may account for my experiences.
My ghostly experiences started when I moved into my aunt's house.
I had been
living there maybe a couple of weeks when I heard my first ghostly sound. I
was in bed, it was around midnight and I was home alone, my bedroom is right
next to the kitchen so I can hear anything that goes on in there clearly.
Anyway, I had been in bed about 10 minutes and was relaxed but definately
not asleep when I heard a bottle or glass shatter in the kitchen. I sat
there in bed deciding whether or not I should clean up the glass for about
20 minutes but since I was comfortable I put it off. The next day I walked
into the kitchen expecting to see glass all over the floor but there was
About a month later I was watching TV when the room suddenly got very chilly
and I saw a swirl of light similar to what you see if you draw in the air
with a sparkler. At first I thought my contacts were dirty & therefore
responsible but then I saw it again closer and closer until it was right in
front of my face. I never saw anything like that from dirty contacts or
again for that matter. Coincidentally, my neighbor had died that same day,
could the light swirl have been her checking me out?
The next thing was experienced by my boyfriend and I. We were sitting in the
living room when we heard the dishes rattling in the sink. I had recently
gotten cats so I thought one of them was licking the dishes in the sink. I
jumped up to yell but when I went into the kitchen the sound stopped and
upon looking into the living room I noticed both cats asleep. This happened
several times that night, once right behind my boyfriend while he was
standing in the kitchen.
Last week my boyfriend was home alone sleeping on the couch. He woke up and
looked at the back of the couch. Sitting there was a mangled looking orange
cat which promptly jumped down and disappeared before it hit the floor. That
same night 3 bags of chips flew off the refridgerator & really freaked my
boyfriend out. The same cat appeared again a couple days ago, it was
sniffing my cat Loki and Loki was looking at it, then it disappeared. When
my aunt lived in the house before us she had an orange cat that had
disappeared, could the ghost cat be hers?
Other things have happened to including my boyfriend & I both seeing people
out of the corner of our eyes. We've both heard disembodied voices as well.
If anyone wants to write me about any of this feel free.
Hello, my name is Angela. as a child I always thought I
seen and heard
ghosts in the house I grew up in. my sisters did to. I think being older that
maybe it was our father that might have did alot of trying to scare us, but
deep down I know it was somthing else.I would always feel some presents
around me. some times alone in my bed room at night I would feel the side of
my bed slowly move down as if someone sat on it. and I was always by my self
laying perfectly still. so I know it wasn't me moving. my closet light would
turn on by it's self . somtimes we would sleep in the living room and I would
awake to a monster face in front of mine. so yes I would say I believe in
ghosts or what ever it was. but now I have a daughter that is five years old
and every night at the same times she wakes up and talks in her sleep.
somtimes she talks to family but for the most part she talks to someone or
something. she sounds scared and crys no I don't want to or I can't go. one
night she was doing this so I went in to her room to calm her down the hole
time she was sitting up in her bed and would'nt stop looking and pointing at
the wall across from the bed. she asked me if I see the kids I said no, she
said they were girls and that they were nice so I of course got scared and
put her in my room. she only get's like this in her bed know where else.well
a few weeks before all of this I was sleeping on the couch I was woke up by
her calling for me as I woke I looked to her room and saw in the hall way
what I thought was her but the more I looked it was a boy same height as she
is standing by the hallway closet looking at me. I got up and it disapeared.
went to her room and noticed she was sound asleep.nothing as happend like
that since. so I just tell myself my eyes played tricks on me. but the weird
thing is this has happend to me before a couple of years ago in a apartment
me and my doughter had. same thing hear her call for me and see a child that
is'nt her and she is sound asleep
When I was a child and woke in the middle of the night, I would hear
all kinds of sounds, the slightest of movement had to be something unknown
or a gggghooost! I would start off with a low whimper. Daaaddy,
daaaddy. Then if no response I would get a little louder. Daaaddy!
Daaaddy! Dad's must sleep with one ear open when they have a house
full of kids and one is in need. What is it son? I would hear
him say. Daaddy there's a ghost in here. Now son, there's no
such thing as ghost, now go back to sleep. Since my dad said there
is no such thing as ghost, then I guess there's no such thing as ghost.
I was in the Air Force and had been living in North Biloxi, Mississippi for a few years with a side business mowing yards. My reputation of doing a good job was keeping me busier than I really wanted to be, being young with two small children, I liked making that extra money. My business took in several surrounding communities and I was doing yard work for one of the past owners of Paramount Pictures, a steel tycoon from Chicago, a grand old southern lady, just like you see in the movies, and twenty eight other yard owners.
A doctor from New Orleans phoned one evening to discuss maintaining property he owned in the North Biloxi area. In a few days I met with him on the tip of a beautiful peninsula where stood a new two story beach home. He gave me a little history on the place, where the new house now stood was the site of a large old plantation home that had been in his family for well over 200 years. Camille, a record breaking hurricane of 1969 completely destroyed the home. The yard was a mess, and had not been mowed for some time, resembling a hay field more than a yard. We agreed to a price for the first time clean up to get it in shape, then a price to maintain it every two weeks.
Two weeks earlier I had purchased a 42 inch Simplicity mower, a lot of money for the time, early 1970's, over $2000 and I was proud of it. I freed up a Saturday morning knowing it would take me at least the morning to complete the yard. With my new mower's capability of picking up and packing sixteen bushels of grass, it wouldn't take long. Since no one lived in the house I started before 7 a.m.. After picking up everything I could see in the yard, I for sure didn't want to hit anything with the new mower, I started. Didn't get far, had a flat. Took the wheel off the mower, took it to a local service station, removed the tire from the rim, couldn't find a hole in the tire anywhere. Air it up, back to the yard. Two more flats, same result. To top that, one of the belts kept coming off, more time, more time and more time wasted.
It was now mid afternoon, 107 degree temperature, and I hadn't even started to trim. These were the days before the weed eater, so the trimming had to be done with a push mower and hand clippers. Grabbing one of the lawn mowers, I started to trim. I began to trim around the remains of a foundation where once stood a small house. I suddenly became very chilled, big goose bumps covered my entire body, I could see my breath, I became scared, I didn't even know what it was I was scared of. The mower I was using, stopped. I moved quickly away from the spot where I was standing. I knew I should load up and get out of there, but I also knew I needed to finish the yard. Everything now seem so much different, I was spooked. Shadows of the trees were stretching across the yard with the breeze off the Gulf making them move in a eerie dance. With my heart beating fast, I quicken the pace to finish. I could not get the mower to start, I took another off the truck and started to trim not where I left off, but another part of the yard. It was getting late with the shadows growing even longer, to finish I had to cut the high grass around the foundation. Reluctantly I closed in on the foundation. Again a cold blast hit me, sending shivers up my back, I was freezing and the mower stopped running. This time without hesitation I loaded the truck and drove away. As I locked the gate, I knew this would be my first and last time to work in this yard.
It took some time for me to calm down after the experience. My wife listen patiently as I told her the details of the day. She never told and I didn't ask what she actually thought of that part of the story, a few days later she got to hear the rest of the story, we both did.
I phoned the doctor to tell him that I had finished the yard and he would have to find someone else to do the yard on a regular basics. He asked why wouldn't I continue. I told him I would explain when he came up the following week. I met with him about midday the following Saturday, as we walked around the yard I explained the events of the previous Saturday, surprisingly he listen without changing expression. He then began to tell me that the foundation was all that remained of the home of an eighty year plus old black man. This man was the last of his family to live on the old plantation, his ancestors and his ancestors before them had lived on the plantation as slaves. The doctor's family had always owned the plantation and his ancestors had always treated their slaves with respect and dignity. When the slaves were freed, this family stayed and worked at the plantation. The old gentleman was the last and receiving the news of Camille heading toward the Mississippi coast did not bother him at all, he had lived on the same spot all his life and had seen many hurricanes, and this one would be no different. He refused to leave. Camille hit the with a savage, the plantation old house and the old man's home was completely destroyed, the old man's body was never found.
To get to the tip of the peninsula you had to go through a subdivision, a tall fence and large gate separated the two. The doctor told me of the sightings of the old black gentleman walking around the yard by the residents of the subdivision. A figure of the man, not really the man, but a ghostly figure of him. Some even said as they watch, the figure would just disappear. I was the first person to do any kind of yard work on the grounds of the old plantation house, other than the man's family. How do you explain all the trouble I had? I never had it before and I never had it after that yard. I think the old man just didn't like anyone working in his yard.
I think everything could possibly be explained, but, This is a little
story of a husband watching over his family.
My father in law passed away with lung cancer in Feb of 97. My daughter was born late Mar of 96. She was 11 mos when he passed and about 2 when this happened. First, my mother in law would ask us ( me & my husband) if one of us had stopped by in the night. All of her 4 children have a key. No body fesses up. She would hear somebody in the kitchen and in the refridgerator. It wasnt unusal for one of her daughters to come and sleep there since her work was close and she lived 20 min away. After nobody would admit to being there she started investigating noises. she never found a source. His favorite dog would growl at the door of the bedroom that he died in. With my daughter, I took her with me to care for the dogs while my mother in law was out of town, upon leaving she told me about talking to 'the man'. I didn't think much of it because she has a couple imaginary friends. When she told me the man said " give me that, that's mine" Chill ran through me. That how dad used to play with the children, trying to take their toy or what have you. Since she was 11 mos when he died and he was sick her enitre life. I really don't think he ever played with her. Mom re married and the noises have stopped. whenever I take her I always ask her if she had seen the man and she hasn't.
About 20 years ago I took a job in a small NM company and rented
a small 2
bedroom half of a duplex. Once my wife, my cat and I had moved in we found a
few things wierd about the place. No amount of "fixing" by the landlord would
let any heat go into the back bedroom, OK so we used it as a storage room. We
also noted that the wall in the hall next to the room was always cold and a
little creepy, but it wasn't until we noticed the cat hugging the opposite
wall of the hall to get to the bathroom for his litter box that we started to
wonder what was up.
While we lived there we just ignored what was going on and let it alone. We
moved a year later after the job finished. A couple of years later when
visiting we noticed the old house was gone and a new apartment complex was
there instead. After asking about the old place and if the old owners were
around we learned when they tore down the old place because no-one would live
there for very long and the old owner sold out.
When they tore the place down they found where one of the past owner's
missing wife was buried. Right under the same bedroom! She has been properly
buried and stalks the place no longer.
I'm a pagan and I have believed in ghosts and the paranormal my entire
I wish to remain known as only 'Moonwing Tree' so please don't send back to
me asking for a first name. Onto what I am writing this for though. While my
experinces have happened to me day and night the two that I'm going to share
with you now happened at night.
Here is my first story. This one is a recurring one that I have gotten
rather used to. At night, when I am laying down to go to bed, or even when I
am watching a movie, even with my friends around once it passes 11 at night
the sound of feet can be heard running back and fourth across my kitchen. On
occasion it will stop at my bedroom door and knock on the door if it is
closed or knock on the door frame if it is open. Now, I cannot blame this on
pets because I don't have any, my parents can't move that fast and even if
they could why wouldn't I be able to see them when the door is open, and my
little brother is out of the question because he's not even gutsey enough to
climb out of his bed until it is well past sunrise. I'm very used to this
visitor and hope it remains as long as I remain here.
The second is an occurence that has only happened a few times since I
rearranged my room. My bed is now closer to my desk than ever and since we
have moved it I'll be laying in bed well past midnight just staring at my
ceiling, suddenly I'll hear the faint sound of clicink, like typing, the
longer I lay there listening the louder it gets and once I look over at the
computer it stops, I look the other way and once again it begins. Now, the
computer I have is second hand, we've had it for along time and I don't know
who the recent owner was, but it is the only object in my room that can
produce the typing sound I've heard at night.
House Full of History
I live in Dothan Alabama.
The house I live in has a lot of history. It has always been in the
family. My grandfather's parents built it upon moving from Headland,
just north of Dothan, making the house somewhere in the 100 year old range.
It has antiquity written all over it. Well, nothing weird started
happening until about 2 weeks before we got ready to move in to the house
after my mother's father passed away. I was only about 9 and my cousin
and I were playing across the street at his house. We decided that
we would come and check out how far the contractors had gotten on renovating
the house. We walked up to the front porch to find a wet paint sign
on the doorstep. I glanced up and noticed a rocking chair on the
porch. Even at 9 years old I knew that it was weird for a rocking
chair to be on a freshly painted porch. Shortly after I looked up
the chair rocked a little bit and footprints began to appear in the wet
grey paint. My cousin saw it as well. He turned white as sounds
of guitar playing filled the air from within the house. My grandfather
used to play guitar on Saturday afternoons to pass the time. We just
looked at each other because we both knew that all the contractors were
outside and there wasn't anyone inside. I never had anything like
that happen again until I was in 8th grade and I started learning to play
guitar myself. I was playing some blues in my room one night when
I felt a tremendous chill overtake my room. I figured something must
be wrong with the heat but the heat was on 75 and I could feel the hot
air coming from the floor vent by my bed. I looked on my bed and
saw an indention impress close to the foot. My room was situated
where my grandfather's once was. I watched as the indention eventually
vanished. I felt a cool pass of cool air over my face and over my
back almost as if my grandfather patted me on the back and pinched my cheek
like he always used to do. I haven't had any encounters recently
that I've been playing in a band but I'm sure my grandfather will let me
know he's here when he's ready.
Hi, my name is Sabrina and my friend Angel and I have a pretty weird tale.
We were sitting in our living room (we are
room mates and best friends) when the dream catchers we have hanging on
the wall started to swing. The windows were closed and it was the middle
of summer so the heat wasn't on. The only thing we had on was the air conditioner
which was in the other room. We got up and started looking around
for a logical explination when the lights went out. We screamed and headed
for the door when we felt like someone was watching us. I turned around
and saw a little girl around the age of three looking at us. I poked Angel
and she turned around and screamed. We left and didn't return for a few
days. We didn't see anything for about 2 weeks after we came back. The
night that we did was really scary. We were sitting in the living room
watching the show *FREAKY LINKS*. I went to get a drink, the girl was standing
right beside the sink. I looked at her and didn't move. She stared at me
and began to walk towards the living room. I called Angel's name
The ghost went into Angel's bedroom and started throwing her stuff out of the drawers and messing everything up. I ran back to the living room and woke Angel. We went to her room and all we saw was the mess. No ghost. At first Angel thought I made the mess to piss her off. She soon found out that it was the girl when she woke up to her stuff being thrown out the window by an invisible force. She got pretty upset so we decided to look up some info on our house. It was a two storey three bedroom house that was from the early nineteen hundreds. We contacted our landlord and got the records of the old residents. We found out that there was only one family that had kids. Well a kid. Her name was Mary and she was three years old. She dissapeared and was never seen again. The only photo of her was the one we found in our basement. She was wearing the same dress that she was wearing when we saw her. it was deffinatley the same girl!
I've wanted to share this experience for a while now. This
while married to my first wife/ We lived in Jenkins, Kentucky (in the
eastern Kentucky mountains near Hazzard) for five months; October, 1985
though March, 1986. The event occured in November, 1985, I think. We
lived in her grandparent's (father's side) house/trailer back in Camdon
Hollow (pronouned hollar, of course), across the road from her other
grandfather (mother's side). We slept in the add-on built into the
trailer. At night spmetimes you could hear heavy booted foot steps in
the trailer and muffled voices in the back room of the trailer (next to
the bathroom). We had just gone to bed and turned out the light on the
bed's headboard, My wife fell asleep quickly while I lay there waiting
for sleep to come. The room was illuminated by the glow of our coal
stove. I was looking at hte foot of the bed on her side when suddenly a
human shaped shadow appeared and bent over my wife then disappeared.. I
was reaching for the light when my wife beat me to it. I thought she
had seen it too but it turned out she had a really bad nose bleed.
After the bleeding was under control she said she had had a dream about
her grandmother (mother's side, dead ten years), who told her to wake up
as she had a nose bleed and was getting the sheet a mess! When I asked
her where in thr dream her grandmother had stood she pointed right at
the spot where I had seen the shadow appear. Well, thats it, I have a
few other experiences but I'll save them for later...
I recently came across your site and thougtht it is very well done.
submitting an experience that both my oldest brother and i experienced. In
October of 1981 i moved from Houston, Texas to St Petersburg, Florida and
moved in with my eldest brother who was 36 yrs old at the time and i was 30.
It was a small one bedroom apt. in a small apt. complex of around 20 units.
His bedroom was in the back of the apt. and i slept on the sleeper sofa in the living room.
Almost immediately I sensed that something just wasn't right. I couldn't put my finger on it, but
there was just something! I'd catch glimpes out the
corner of my eye of something, but when i'd turn towards where i had just
glimped something, nothing was ever there. This went on for weeks. Also at
the same time, when i would go to the bathroom at night, through the
ventilation fan, i could hear what sounded to be, as an old man severly
coughing. This went on every night and after a couple of weeks i finely
decided to go to the apt. under us to see if i could be of some help for the
poor old guy. He was obviously in dire straits. Well, to my surprise, when i
knocked on the door, a young man answered. I then proceeded to ask if his
Dad or Granddad was okay? He gave me this puzzled look and informed me that
only his wife and small baby lived there with him. I told him as was sorry
to have bothered him and left, wondering whether i was going nuts or what!
I finally mentioned this to my brother and he looked at me and
said"you, too!" That's when things really started getting interesting!
A few weeks later, i had pulled out the sofabed and was nodding off
to sleep after a short while. I had the covers pulled up to my neck with
both hands holding them, when suddenly they were yanked halfway off the bed!
Needless to say i was startled! I jumped up, turned on the light and there
was nothing there! I walked down to my brothers room and as i stepped
inside, it was ice cold! I woke him and told him what had just happened and
he informed me that when i woke him he was dreaming that something was after
me. As i was leaving his
room, starting down the hallway (with light still on in the livingroom area)
I saw in the center of the hall what was a round dark shadow that got darker
towards the center of itself, but you could see right through it! I went
back into my brothers room and told him what i saw, he got up and when we
got back to the hall, it was gone! I was off work the next day and was
watching the idiot box when i heard rustling noises coming from the back
room. I went to investigate and again, the room was cold! I noticed that the
curtains were moving and checked to see if the window was open. It was shut
tight! So i put my hand up to the air duct and no air was coming out! I said
to myself, f... this! I'm moving!
I got with Ron, my brother, that night and we both agreed that it
was a good idea. We found another apt. comepletely on the other side of
town! We had the power transferred to the new apt. and the power to ghost
central was cut off, so that we had to use candles while moving, for light.
I had to work that night, so Ron had to do the bulk of the moving himself.
We had most of it boxed up and i was off to work! Let me say
this now...Ron is one big guy and there's not much that scares him....but
that night, he came screaming up to my place of work and i ran up, because
something was obviously wrong! When i looked in the van
at him, he was white as a, well, you know. His eyes where bloodshot and he
was scare s...less. I asked him what happened and
he told me that all the candles where lit as he was moving some of the final
boxes. He went to his bedroom to get one out of there, and as before, the
room was very cold! He picked the box up and as he left the room, the candle
went out! As he went by the bathroom, that candle went out! As did the
kithcen as he passed. There in the living room he saw the same round shadow
in mid air as i had. He kind of slid around it and was out the front door,
put down the box to grab his keys to lock the door. When he turned to the
door, it slammed in his face and the deadbolt locked itself! He grabbed the
doorknob and he said it was as if someone had sprayed freon on it! Needless
to say, we never went back and we left stuff there.
That very night we stopped at a Country Kitchen and we were trying to
figure out what in the world was this thing and why was it pissed at us?
After lengthy conversation Ron told me about his exwife whom he had stole
from some guy in his late 50s. She had lived in that apt. with Ron and thats
the last address that that guy had for her. The man had died if throat
cancer earlier that month. Do you think
it could have been him looking for her or trying to get even with Ron?
I know for the next two
months looking for that thing to show up at our new residence, but , it
Mean Old Drunken Dead Man
Hi my name is Mandy and this is my story I hope you like! We
me) had just moved into our new apt and everything was fine for a while. When
one night my Mom was out and my sister had 2 of her friends over and I had one, my
friend had, had spiritual experiences in the past. we were all sleeping out in the
living room on our couch that folded out into a bed, it was weird (cause you know how
your supposed to wake up if a spirit is watching you) cause we all woke up at the
Same time and from the living room we could hear the closet doors in my moms room
opening and then shutting really fast, and the heater was on all night and it
was almost cold enough to see your breath. My sister who didn't believe in this
stuff got up to turn on a light right next to the couch and when she tried to turn it
on it blew out with a weird really bright green light, my sister being how stupid she is
most the time tried to turn it on again and it blew out again with not such and
intense green light. it was about 3 in the morning then and it became bright out at about 6
so we just waited until it was light out and finally got out of bed, from then on I
felt really scared in my house I could just sense him and it scared me. About a month
later me and two of my friends were at my house, and one of my friends brought over a
camera she was just carrying it around by the string when it took a picture
all by its self, and then we were walking around the house and all of a sudden there
would be a cold spot and then it would be gone, then my friends camera took another
picture all by itself. I had had enough of this and I wanted it to end, so I went on
AOL and went into a psychic chat room and asked if anyone could help, and I got an IM
and the lady told me he was a man in his 30's who was a drunk and didn't like
kids (that explains why he would act up around my friends and I) and she told me he was
by the window, then I thought I'm by the window, just then i felt 2 taps on my
right shoulder and I asked my friends if they did it and they said no they weren't
close enough to do it anyway. Then he pulled back on my friends chair, the lady
told my to pray for my guides in gods name and I did 5 times and she told me there were
5 guides fighting him, and then she told me he was gone, me and my friends
were just sitting here astonished when we saw little balls of light on the walls
different colors and I asked the lady what they were and she said they were my guides. I was
very happy to be rid of my extra roommate and always felt better in my house from
then on. Well I hope you liked my story.
I'm sending you this message to inform you more about Building
4. My name
is Johnnie D. Short. I'm an Airman in stationed at Holloman AFB New Mexico.
Six months ago I visited my brother after graduation. My brother was a First
Luetenant at Fort Bliss. He was a cop. His Capt. said I could ride along
with him on one of his patrols. That night we passed building 4 on our way
to Burger King. My brother stopped becouse I said that it looked as if it
was haunted. My brother called the desk to ask if the building was secure
and if they used it. They laughed at my brother and told him to go secure
it. About five minutes later six other cops showed up telling us about the
building. A few days later my brother came home and asked me if I wanted to
go in the building with him. Of course I said yes. We went to the house at
about 11:30 P.M. with our wives. They stayed in the car. As we started to go
in we both got tears in our eyes as if we got our hearts broken by a girl.
We went in and walked the bottom floor. It's like an abandoned house.
There's many rooms with glass swinging doors in the middle of the hallways.
As we left the building I took pictures of the stairs where the woman in the
blue dress was suppose to be standing at times. The filmed developed strings
like those ones on your site. It also showed a face in the third floor
window of a an older man with a mustach looking out towards the car our
wives where in. Before we left we met a woman standing on the other end
looking at the building. She was the one who took the picture with what
appeared to look like a phantom. I think you once had this picture but I'm
not sure. It was looking out the bottom floor window. One month later she
got ahold of my brother and asked him if he would like to go to the house to
ghost hunt. So they went. They had a camera set up on the third floor of
this building and saw numerous orbs moving in front of the camera shooting
in and out of the rooms. Then the orbs lined up and moved towards them
slowly. They then went over and around the camera out of view around them.
They got pretty scared. After that the three women went down stairs with
some sort of magnetic sensor. My brother told them that the orbs followed
them down. His Friend who is a NCO on base spotted only a few of them
upstairs. When they where about to leave they heard numerous things. They're
are no more blinds in the building but they heard someone running thier
fingers along them. Building 4 is the only building that is not used by the
Army due to these hauntings. When I get back home I'm going to go
investigate them some more. I'm in Kuwait but I'll be leaving in two weeks.
I only live an hour from Fort Bliss. Well good luck on the rest of your
P.S. Something also kept shutting the camera off when they would leave it
alone. And then the film made noise as if something was hitting the
microphone as would a curious child.
I was riding home one day from work on the bus when i changed
seats i heard my mother call my name my mother was bedridden in a nursing
home in New orleans I live in Seattle well needless to say that my mother
died 3 weeks after of cardiac arrest from complication from her illness
needless to day the day it happened i call my dad to ask if my mom was
okay she was but she had sent me a letter saying her goodbye before her
death i have a strong believe in the paranormal and visions and i believe
that my mother was saying goodbye and i was very consoling to hear her
one more time and i am eternally grateful for my gift thank God for the
way our loved ones say goodbye
Friends Haunted House
I haven't really seen any ghosts in My life, but I have talked to
who had just seen something they could not explain. When I was younger
and in high school I had a fried named Chuck. His parents had bought an
older house in the middle of town and were fixing it up. This house was
three stories. One storie was under ground kind of like a basement. In
this area of the country there are not many basements. Well, after they
had fixed up the house and moved in that is when the sightings started.
Chuck had an older brother who was divorced and down on his luck and his
child was living with his parents in the big old house. His name was
Bryan. He was a good kid, normal kid, he liked to play hide and seek and
things of that sort, and he would talk often about another boy he played
with named George. Nobody really thought much about this coming from such
a young child. He would talk about playing with George and the things
they would do together. One day his grandmother asked him if she was ever
going to meet George and Bryan stated to her that she could not see him
because he was dead. She inquired more about this and discovered that
George was a boy who had lived several decades ago and was ran over by a
wagon of some sort. I really don't remember the fine points because it
was a while ago when this was going on. One day when I was over at
Chuck's house I was talking to Bryan and I asked him what George looked
like. He told Me that George was all gray and wore old clothes. I asked
him if George every said anything about why he was here and he told Me
that George wanted to live longer and he felt that he had not gotten the
best out of his life yet.
Several times later when I would be staying at Chuck's I heard sounds
and knocks that were loud enough to wake Me up from sleep. Several others
claimed that had seen strange and unusual things in the house. I never
really did, but I always try to keep an open mind about things.
Aparently I have a ghost who has a thing for my feet. Over
the last 20
years, I have been awakened by something shaking or grabbing my feet while I
sleep. It seems to follow me where ever I live. Always there. I have to
sleep with the covers over my feet because once a foot is exposed....my big
toe is grabbed, foot is shook, or tickled. Drives me nuts. I guess it
could be worse, it could lick my feet!!
I just wanted to relate an experience that I had about 15 years
never been the type to "dwell" on the paranormal, it was just a part of
life as a child of a large irish family. I was raised by a grandmother and
parents who believe that ghosts and spirits exsisited, but were not
something to worry about or change your life over.
I was 24 and living on my own in Long Beach California. The apartment I
lived in was actually part of an old turn of the century craftsman house
that had been made into a duplex. It was a small, one bedroom. On this
particular night, my boyfriend of the time was over and getting ready to
leave. After he left, I got ready fro bed and looked at the clock, set it
for 8:00 am and turned off the light. The next thing I knew, I heard a
noise that sounded like the refridgerator opening. I looked to the right
of my bedroom toward the kitchen and saw a light on, but not the kitchen
light, a much lower watt light such as the light from inside a fridge. I
stared at the entrance to the kitchen, a small, dark figure suffled into
the room. The best description I can give you is that it was short, maybe
5 foot, and looked like it was hunched over. It was all black, with the
exception of two eyes. It shuffled, like an old person across the room,
going by the bottom of my bed. When it reached about the midway point, it
stopped and looked at me. It then continued on through my room to the
living room. During the time I had seen the light, I had tried turning on
my bedside table light, and even the light in the room with the switch on
the wall. Neither of these lights worked until this figure left the
bedroom, then all the lights went on at once.
One might think I was dreaming(it was my first thought) but my boyfriend
had left my apartment at 12:55 am and it was only 1:16 when the lights went
on. I had a terrible feeling about all of this and couldn't stay in the
apartment for weeks by myself. I don't know if I'm predisposed to these
things, I had often as a child, felt things sitting on my bed in the
night, felt what seemed like children's hands on me at night. I just past
them off as what my grandma used to term, souls looking for comfort. They
never bother me...this incident frightened me. To this day, I remeber the
terror I felt. What do you think?
Existence of Ghosts
I don't suppose I'm a true believer in ghosts... I don't really
disbelieve, either. There's an awful lot of evidence to support the
existence of ghosts, I've just never seen any. I never really thought
about it at all until last year, at Halloween. My husband and I were
visiting my parents when the subject came up (I think there was some
special on TV, because of the season). In the past, my father has told
me several ghost stories, things he had seen. Of course, they were all
things that happened long before I was born, and far away, so I never
really thought of them as anything but entertainment. I also don't read
books or watch movies about ghosts or the supernatural, because I'm
easily scared. This particular night, however, my father informed me
that there were several unexplained things going on in and around our
house. I've taken all of this with a grain of salt, since my father is
such a wonderful storyteller, I'm sure he sometimes bends facts in order
to make a story more interesting, but other people have corroborated
some of these stories.
Now, I lived in the house in question for nearly 15 years, and never saw
or heard things I couldn't explain. My mother insists that it's because
we're basically the equivalent of psychically "colorblind." She
believes wholeheartedly, despite having never seen anything. I think
I'd have to see something digitally remastered in technicolor before I'd
be willing to accept it so completely. Anyway, my father admitted that
he'd been seeing things for years, but didn't mention it because he knew
how skittish I was.
When we moved into the house my father converted one of the storage
sheds in the backyard to a workshop. He claims one night while walking
back to the house from the workshop, he was looking at the sky, and when
he looked back to see where he was going, he was less than an arm's
length from an older man, sitting in an old lawn chair, smoking a pipe.
He could see the smoke rising, but couldn't smell it. The man
disappeared in front of his eyes. One of my younger brother's friends
saw the same thing, in almost the exact same way. He was walking
through the yard, not paying attention to where he was going, and when
he looked, the man was just inches away from him, again, smoking a
pipe. The man then took the pipe out of his mouth, and smiled before
disappearing. Both my father and brother's friend said they were
startled, but not really frightened. My father has seen it several
times, and says that the apparition is wearing a long grey greatcoat,
like a Confederate officer. This fits with the history of the area; our
house, in fact the whole development, was built on the land surrounding
a plantation house which was used as a hospital during both the
Revolutionary and Civil wars.
There is another apparition which the same friend of my brother's has
seen, although my father has not. One night, several of us were there,
when this guy got up to leave. I don't know how late it was, but it was
quite dark out. A few moments later he came tearing back into the
house, burst through the door and slammed it behind him, out of breath.
Now, I should mention that while this guy (a U.S. Marine) isn't above
playing a trick to frighten us, I seriously doubt he could act this
well, or that he'd be willing to let us see him even pretend to be that
frightened if he could help it.
After he caught his breath, he told us he'd gone to his car (parked
across the street, as there were several people visiting at the time)
and when he'd gone to open the door, he'd felt something behind him. He
turned and saw a shadowy figure in the yard across the street. Unlike
the other thing he'd seen, this one frightened him immensely. He ran
back into the house. About 7 of us followed him back out there, and
there was nothing, but he had left his car door wide open, with the keys
hanging in the door to get away quickly.
Driving in the Night
Hi, my experience with the spitual world sin't like most that
you have read,
but still, It was eerie.
I was sitting home one night watching 'Gone With The Wind' with my cat
sitting on my lap and suddenly he jumped up and hissed at the window. So I
figured that the neighbors cat was outside and just ignored it. about 5
minutes past and the dogs started barking the way they do when someone is
coming down the road. I looked out the window and my dog were looking
directly at the house and at the same time goose bumps popped up all over my
body. I shut the blinds and sat back down onto the couch and turned off the
TV in Case somebody was here. (I was home alone at the time) I listened
carefully as the dogs continued to bark and I heard the soft shouting of men
and what seemed to be 1-2 horses walking by my window pulling wagon with a
loud harness. Baffled, I looked out the window once more to see my dogs'
heads move slowly from the house to the swamp that's about 50 feet away from
the front porch as if they were watching something move by. And it all faded
away with the sound of something large moving through the thick cattails.
Shocked as I was, within the next week, I did a little research about our
property and it turns out that the surrounding 1000 acres used to be an old
ranch and about 2-3 miles away from where my house is now was a grave yard.
Needless to say, it was both an odd yet intriguing experience.
i live in queensland australia and i live 2 houses away from one
of my best
friends her name is aj .One night aj ,ashleigh,matt,dion and me where at ajs
house because her dad wasn't home any way i have a power that can tell if
there is ghosts or any kinda of sprit in the house the house is about 40
years old and it was once a little country house.we where all watching
videos in the lounge room and we where all sitting on the one big couch when
i felt someone looking at us.so i got up to turn somemusic on and asked
ashleigh if she could come with me i told her what i felt and she said she
felt it to then as we where walking into aj's sisters room to turn on the cd
player a black shadow stood in front of us so we ran down the hill and we
told aj and dion and matt what we saw .the back door was open and at the
back of her yard is a little shed in the middle of this huge over grown
garden and it was so cold there we had to get jumpers any way we went back
to watching the movie when we all saw a white face looking at us through the
window so we went to check that out and nothing was there.and about 10 mins
after that i was sitting in front of the door because i was very scared and
no one eles could see it but there was that dark man in a cape standing
right behind me i didn't want to look around and when that was going on matt
said that he was very cold .then things just started getting worse we where
all getting tired very quickly and dion was acting as if he was stonned but
he wasn't aj ashleigh and i where crying so we all decided to go to the back
room where the door was open .then we all went down outside and we went to
the little shed all of us girls crying and then we all ran back inside and
shut the door and locked it .then very thing went back to the way it was we
where all fine but we all selpt at another house .ok heres the werid part we
told all of our friends what had happened and they of course didn't beleive
us but that was fine because now they do because the next day we did
research on the place and a man had got shot in the house but no one every
found the body and we got to have a look at what he looked like and he was a
dark man wearing a black cape he was a drug dearler then we went to the
police and said we might no where is body is and we told them that he might
be burried under the shed so a few days later they dug it up and there he
was lying under the shed well thank u very much and i will send some more on
a a later date...
Dancing in the Dark
I really enjoy reading the stories of others who have had ghostly encounters
and thought I would share one of my first, memorable encounters with a spirit
- outside my family (we've had plenty of family members paying us ghostly
visits, including pets). This encountered happened when I was about 12-13
years old. My mother, my brothers and sister, my friend Bridget and I had
gone to visit my cousin and his family in a small rural town in Connecticut.
Their home was slightly back from the road in a well wooded area. It was a
new house, no prior owners. Their neighbors were a fair distance off on
either side with lots of trees separating them (zoning is 3 acres in this
area). Later that evening when we were getting ready to head back home my
friend Bridget and I 'called' the front seat for the ride - back in the 70's
kids could actually ride in the front seat of the car untethered...! To
ensure we got the front seat before anyone else laid claim to it, Bridget and
I went outside and were leaning against the car, talking. It was around 9pm,
dark, the only light coming from the porch light and the windows of the
house. Out there sharing the dark with the crickets and the bullfrogs, a
sudden movement in my peripheral vision caused me to turn to the right where
I saw something totally unbelievable. It was a puff of mist, probably the
size of a cocker spaniel. It's not unusal to see little pockets of mist
lingering in spots in the woods at night I'm sure, but THIS little puff of
mist was moving through the trees at a fair pace. Well, moving doesn't
exactly explain it. It was weaving in and out and around the tree trunks,
swooshing up and around and down again, almost as if it were playing. It was
definitely a happy, playful movement. There was no wind that night - and even
if there were it would dissipate the mist, not cause it to move like that
while the less talented mist lay still at the base of the trees. Wide-eyed I
turned toward an equally wide-eyed Bridget, who was looking at me. I said "Do
you see that?!" and she said "Yes. You see it, too?!" With that we both went
running up the steps back in to the house. By the time we managed to
convince the others to come outside for a look, the dancing mist was gone -
all that remained were its less animate friends lying low to the ground.
Needless to say, no one believed us at the time and we were teased about it
for quite a while. All I can say is thank God Bridget was with me to witness
the performance or I might have been inclined to agree with the skeptics that
I had imagined it. That was one of my first encounters that I vividly
recall. There have been many since that time - some definitely not so funny.
I believe there are some people who, for whatever reason, are more sensitive
to these experiences, and that spirits can feel this and lean toward contact
with them for that reason. It can run in families, too. My brothers, my
sister, my father and I were all sensitive this way. My mother and older
brother were not. One strange experience: Growing up I had many encounters
with 'ghosts'. Being ridiculed by my mother whenever I brought them up made
me keep the smaller ones to myself (I only yelled about the ones that really
scared me!). One incident in particular was the man in the bedroom. There
is one bedroom in our home that for a time I used as my own. Some nights I'd
be trying to fall asleep - or even be asleep and be awakened by the sensation
that there was someone standing very close to the bed staring at me. I
didn't have this feeling in any other bedroom in the house. I never mentioned
it to anyone. One night I even heard a voice say "Good night." to me. My dog
growled and my mother called out from her bedroom asking me what I had said!
Eventually I married and moved away. My sister and her husband bought a new
house and while waiting for everything to clear came to stay with my mother
for a short period of time. They stayed in that room. One day my sister
phoned me to tell me something strange. She said she was uncomfortable
sleeping in that room - that she swears she feels someone is in the room with
them at night, standing by the bed in the dark staring at them. She said she
didn't mention it to her husband, afraid he would ridicule the whole thing.
Then one morning her husband told her "You know, I'm embarrassed to say this,
but that bedroom gives me the creeps. I swear at night I wake up sometimes
feeling someone is standing right next to the bed staring down at me." To her
surprise I told her I never mentioned it before but I got the same feeling in
there when I lived in that room. Three people, all getting the same feeling
in the room, afraid to say anything to anyone for fear of being laughed at!
I'm back with my mother now after separating from my husband. I sleep in
that same room, but every night before I turn off the lights I think "I don't
want to see you, I don't want to feel you, I don't want to hear you, or even
THINK you. In the name of God go away and leave me alone." It seems to work
- I haven't had any strange experiences in there since I started that nightly
I was probably 12-ish, I was sleeping in my bed, I share the room
brother(or used to). I woke up for no reason other than I knew I should(?).
I looked around, and sitting on my bookcase was a little guy, about 1 foot
tall, with this wierd little grin on his face. I just sat there and watched
him, his was swinging his legs, like he hadn't a care about me watching him.
Then he turned to me and said "I know you're scared". Then he hopped off and
walked towards my bed, I yelled and looked away. When I looked back he was
gone. I have never seen him again, but that was probably one of the scariest
things I've ever encountered.
OK, my two other experiences are together. I was in bed trying to go to
sleep, the rest of my family were still upstairs for some reason. Anyway, I
was sitting there when the tap in my bathroom turned on full blast(I can see
it from my bed). I was pretty freaked, but I didn't move. Then I heard the
clinking sound. I turned around, and in the drink of water I had brought
down, the ice was spinning around really fast in the glass.
I jumped up and ran upstairs.
No-one really believes me, but it's there loss, right?