Changing Sounds in Oklahoma
This event happened in the late summer of ’62 or ’63.
The evening was just like any other school night. My
brother and father were in the living room watching
television, my mom and sister were in mom’s bedroom
sewing or something. I had homework to do, so I was
sitting at the dinning room table. I recall that
evening clearly enough that I remember I was doing a
math assignment. My uncle was staying with us and had
been for a couple of months. My uncle always enjoyed
sitting on the front porch or out on the lawn away
from the house. The evening was already dark and with
summer still in the air, the front door and a few
windows were open. I wasn’t paying much attention to
anything except the math assignment. Perhaps my uncle
tried to get the attention of my dad or brother first
but for whatever reason he came to me and asked me to
come outside. Speaking in Creek, my uncle said he
wanted me to listen to something strange that was
happening. Everyone in my family spoke the Creek
(Muskogee) Indian language all the time when we were
home. I followed him out the front screen door, out to
the far front of the lawn. We lived in the country
and at the time we lived on an eighty-acre plot of
land. The end of our mowed lawn was a good fifty
yards from the front porch. I stood with my arms
folded and just as I was about to ask Uncle Joe what I
was listening for, he said, “Listen”. The front of
the house faces east so to the Northeast the sound
came of a tomcat meowing, as male cats do when going
off on a hunt. The meowing started a ways down the
oiled road that went out to the oil pumps on the North
side of our property. Nothing quite strange about
that for we had several cats living in or underneath
some utility buildings near the house. Oddly, the
meowing changed to the sound of a dog howling. The
howling was a strange sound. I have gone hunting with
my dogs many times in the woods behind our home but
the howling I listened to that night was truly
strange. The howling was coming closer to the front
yard. Just then, the howling changed to the sound of
a hooting owl. The hooting was coming closer to the
house. Then the hooting changed to the tomcat and
then to the howling again. When all of sudden
everything was silent. Only the summer night insects
kept up their hissing. My uncle and I stood for a
while longer waiting for the sounds to start again but
they never did.
I told of what my uncle and I heard that night on
several occasions during the following years. No one
every said anything about having a similar experience,
not even any member of my family. That is until, one
day, six or seven years ago, my sister, brother and I
went to visit a very close friend of our father.
During the visit, Dave began talking about how he
missed our father. Our dad had died a couple years
before of a heart attack. He mentioned how generous
my grandpa and dad had been to him. Just North of our
home, up a wooded hill use to sit another house. The
house and land belonged to my grandfather who had
passed on years before I was born. My grandfather was
a pretty successful farmer and rancher. He was an
important enough figure in the neighborhood that the
county appointed him Deputy Sheriff of Okfuskee
County. Anyway, I never heard of the reason but the
house on the hill was given to Dave. Dave began
telling us about the adventures and mishaps he and dad
had shared growing up in rural Oklahoma. While Dave
was reminiscing he began to tell of something he heard
one night as he sat on his porch. He told of hearing
the very same thing my uncle and I heard years after.
I told Dave of what Uncle Joe and I had heard for the
first time that evening. Until then he too didn’t
know of anyone else hearing the same sounds.
I don’t know what we heard on the two separate
occasions in Oklahoma. However, I distinctly remember
what sounds my ears captured. I believe there are
spirits on this Earth and it is we lucky few who get a
chance to see or hear them.
Thanks for listening….
Call from The Dead
I am 31 years old and have had quit a few paranormal experiences
. I use
to think that it was all in my head and so did everyone else in my
family.It started when I was about 10 . My mother's best friend of 6
years passed away with liver diease. My mom and I went to see her at the
hospital ,I could not go in she looked to bad to see my mom had said ,
but I was curious and peeked through to take aa quick glance . She was
not the same lady I knew 1 month ago . I felt awful that I could not go
in to say hi but mom knew best . Two days went by and she passed away
Mom told me and I felt so much pain that I could not tell her goodbye.
My mom was just as hurt she lost her best friend . We went on after that
but I felt unsettled like there was something someone wanted to tell me.
My mom didn't hide anything from me I kneew she was dying and why and
how mom told me She wouldn't keep anything from me .Three weeks lateer I
was watching T.V with my brother the phone rang I got up to answer it .
There was no dial tone just crackling I heard a faint voice asking for
my mother's first name just like her scottish friend use to ask for her
My hair stood up on the back of my neck as it finally came to me it was
her , then it went dead no dial tone no nothing . I hung up and called
mom at work and told her of the call .. She said I was imaging I said
Iwas not She came home from work and asked again I persisted to say it
was her friend Cathy calling. The next day we went on the same way as
usual After school I went downstairs to watch t.v. again 30 min. the
phone rings now I am nervous I answer it it was the samething crackling
and her voice I hung up.. 2weeks later the family was watching that's
Incredible and it showed the exact same thing that happened to me on
their My mom couldn't believe it . I couldn't believe it It finally was
proof that it wasn't a lie ..Many more things happened this is just one
MY NAME IS LISA. I'M AN 18 YR. OLD COLLEGE
STUDENT IN TEXAS. STILL
BEING "YOUNG" I HAVE HAD MANY EXPERIENCES WITH THINGS "UNKNOWN." I HAVE
ALWAYS CONSIDERED MYSELF AS BEING WELL IN-TUNED WITH THE OTHER SIDE. ITS
BEEN AWHILE SINCE I HAVE HAD AN "UNUSUAL ENCOUNTER." TO SAVE MONEY I MOVED
INTO MY SISTER'S HOME. ONCE HERE I IMMEDIATELY FELT SOMETHING, BUT I WASENT
TO SURE WHAT IT WAS. THE FEELING I HAD WAS somewhat UNEASY. MY FIRST NIGHT
WASENT TO BAD. MY SECOND NIGHT WAS ODD. I WAS LYING IN BED WATCHING TV AND
LISTENING TO THE RADIO WHEN I HEARD SOMEONE KNOCK ON MY DOOR. I FIGURED
MAYBE IT WAS MY SISTER SO I SAID "WHAT." NO ONE ANSWERED SO I GOT UP AND
OPENED THE DOOR, NOTHING. A COUPLE OF SECONDS LATER I HEARD FOOTSTEPS BEHIND
ME, I TURNED AROUND AND NOTHING WAS THERE. I WENT TO SEE WHERE MY SISTER WAS
AND THE WHOLE TIME SHE WAS IN THE BATHROOM TAKING A SHOWER.
This is a true story not a hoax.My mom was sitting on the couch in
the computer room and my stepdad(Angus) was on the computer ,i was walking
past the room when my mom said angus did you feel something go over your
head he said no i just happened to see it at the corner of my eye and blurted
out a black cloud just went over your head my family are all clairvoyants
and i am one i usually see things and never tell i am not scared anymore
i have learnt their here to help not hurt you so if you see somrthing don't
be scared of it talk to it or just pretend it wasnt their their usually
their to help! I have seen my great grandmother who died when i was 1,
i now live in Australia and Knocks at the door, baby cries ,spirits everything
you could think of has come here and we are not scared i am now 14 and
my stepdad has just gone overseas we are going overseas soon again and
i reckon the spirits will come with us again.DONT BE SCARED!!!
I have only felt a connection with the spirit world twice. I
will only tell you one today. My family and I went on a trip to
Gettysburg. I wanted to see the battlefields, Ford Theater ( I am really
interested in Abe Lincoln and other history), and possibly a ghost. One
night we took in a ghost story session in an old cellar. It was pretty
spooky. The woman had already told a couple of stories. When she came to
the end of this particular tale, she walked down the rows, showing
everyone there a really old doll. I was scared stiff. Let me explain. I
have a " thing " with antique dolls and ventriloquist dummies. Every
time I get close to one, I sense something bad. Once I went to Alcatraz.
Throughout the whole tour, I smelled something weird and felt eyes on my
back.I felt a strange connection somehow. By now you probably think I'm
psychic. My third grade teacher thought I was. Maybe I am. But anyway, I
did not want to even look at the doll. So I turned to the shelf built
into the wall. I saw old photos of soldiers. Their eyes seemed to look
right through me. Then I scanned the shelf again. There was a bust of
Old Abe himself! I looked at him with his nice smile and gentle eyes. He
seemed to be comforting me. It worked. I immediatly calmed down. Then,
to my surprise, he winked at me!!!!! I swear this is true. I smiled at
him. I wasn't too frightened. I knew he wouldn't scare me on purpose.
The awful doll was gone. The lady started the next story. It was boring,
so I leaned over to the bust of Abe and whispered, " Thanks, Abe." His
smile seemed wider, as if he was satisfied that he had gotten his
thoughtful message across.
I grew up in a small village in the very south of Sweden where there
been a village at least since the 1228 and the church, which is still in
use, is even older than that. We have maybe 750 houses or some such. The
village is roughly divided into two "blocks" with a small section of the
wood cutting in between them. One of the playgrounds lies very near this
wood and it was here that I saw whatever it was. When you are in this
playground you have a few pine trees to your left through which you can
easily see the edge of the village. Behind you are thick bushes for a while
before you come to a house with stables and a paddock, nothing big. On your
right is thick forest and in front of you is the path leading from the
village into the forest. It is a gravel road, only separated from the
playground by a few yards of pine trees that were at the time rather thin,
and crosses the old rail way which is overgrown with small trees and bushes
and not in use. You can see the crossing from the playground. If you
eventually turn left you will come to the other "block". One day when I was
7-8 years old I stayed on the playground while my friends went home for
dinner, they would come back afterwards and so I sat there waiting in the
slide tower, staring on nothing in the direction of the rail way. All of a
sudden I saw a girl on a bicycle coming on the gravel road from the village.
She stopped and stood waiting on the road. I think she had long fair hair
and that she beckoned to me. I am not certain if she actually rang her cycle
bell or if that is just an afterconstruction, but in some way I knew that
she wanted me to come and I recognized her as a friend, although I am not
sure who I mistook her for. I am fairly certain she was looking straight at
me. I raised my hand in greeting and started walking towards her. For a
split second she was hid behind a thin pine tree and then I didn't see her.
I walked up to the gravel road anyway and looked around, but she was nowhere
to be seen. There were simply no places to hide that fast but when I had
looked around I shrugged and went back and after a while my friends came.
Then I forgot the whole thing until I turned 17 and a discussion around
ghosts started on my birthday party. The others told of strange things and
some had even seen stuff on the same path where I saw the girl, and then I
remembered it and told them. Afterwards I even wrote a well-known woman who
finds lost things in one of our monthly journals. She answered that it was a
girl who had died a year before in an accident but mentioned nothing more of
why and when. This is the only "ghost", if indeed it was one, I have ever
Hello, my name is Jonathan I am 19 years of age. I was raised by
my granparents in South Jersey, in a little town named Glendora. When I
was 9, my granfather began to bleed to death on our living room couch.
One of his arteries ruptured reguardless of the operation he had just undergone
to help prevent this. After some time in a coma, my family took him off
of life support. strange things began to happen around our home after his
death. Lights would turn of and on. Thigs would be moved around in the
kitchen. On one occasion as I was going to bed, I saw him stand before
me for a split second. He was wearing his everyday clothes, but what
was strange is that he was shorter than what he actually was and his legs
faded away to the floor. After that split second he was gone. On another
occasion, me being a curious and foolish child decided to grab a box of
matches. I had the house to myself, so I bagan to light them in the kitchen.
I then heard shortly after, my granfathers voices say behind my right ear
"Mmm Mmm Mmm, put those back!". His voice was assuring and gentle. It still
scared the pants off me so I ran out of the house. This only scratches
the surface as far as "strange activity”.
I HAVE SEEN THEM WITH MY OWN EYES AT MY 13 BIRTHDAY PARTY ALL
FRIENDS AND I WERE TALKING ABOUT IT AND I TOLD THEM I SEE THEM ALL THE
TIME. THEY TOLD ME THAT THEY HAVE SEEN THEM TOO, SO WE ALL DID THE
SAYONS TO SEE WHO WAS IN MY ROOM, WE DID THE SAYONS KEEP OUR CIRCLE SAFE
FROM HARM, THAT ONE WELL WHEN THE 13TH ONE CAME UP WE ALL SAW THE SAME
THING IT WAS A TALL MAN A SOME KIDS THEY SAID SOMETHING LIKE WHERE AM I
HELP ME, WE ALL HERD IT.THEN THAT SAME NIGHT IT WAS ABOUT 3:00 WE WERE
OUT SIDE ON MY TRAMPOLINE AND I SAW A MAN WALK THROUGH THE TREES AND
WITH OUT MOVING HIS MOUTH SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY AND I LOVE YOU SORRY I
COULDN'T MAKE IT. THAT WAS SO SCARY BECAUSE THAT NIGHT MY BEST FRIEND
HE'S A BOY HE SAID HE WAS GOING TO KILL HIMSELF. AND HIS MOM AND DAD
WOULDN'T LET HIM COME OVER HER TO MY PARTY. WE WENT INSIDE AND CALLED
HIM AND HE WAS STILL ALIVE NOTHING HAPPEND TO HIM. I STILL DON'T KNOW
WHO THAT WAS. I KNOW MY OTHER BEST FRIEND HER GRAND PA WAS IN MY CLOSET
BECAUSE WE SAW HIM WAVE. NO ONE BELIVES US. BUT IF YOU WERE AT MY PARTY
YOU WOULD KNOW HOW IT WAS. THAT WAS THE MOST SCARIEST NIGHT IN MY WHOLE
LIFE. AND IT WAS TRUE. REAL PEOPLE WERE THERE.
Haunted Apartment in Mexico City
I just find your web page and I like it, I wish you the best.
Now I want to tell you what happen to my family when we lived in our
apartment located in the Tlatelolco Neighborhood in Mexico City, well that
apartment is really close to the building that fell down during the 1985
Earthquake in Mexico, so after that more strange things happen.
First I can recall seeing about 4 ghosts, a girl (around 5 or 6 y/o), a Man
dress like the 50's style, a young man ( that maybe die during the
earthquake day, about 25-28 y/o) and somebody else.. I could feel something
evil in the last one. We start having this kind of experiences one day when
I came back from school, I was like.. 17 y/o ( now I'm 32) one of my friends
lend me a record ( before the CD's) of a movie I can't remember the name of
the Soundtrack Title, so I put in the record player, in the house we were
only my sis ( 15 y/o) and my self, suddenly the record player needle started
to move song by song, like if it playing an introduction of each track... it
was really eerie.. I call my sis and I told her.. "Came and see this!!".. my
sister start looking at me and she said that I was moving it.. so she start
looking for some trick.. finally she open her eyes and told me ok.. I
believe you.. that happen more or less at 2:00 PM, other day we were all the
family eating dinner when I say this little girl.. she was walking trough
the path looking at me, I remember her face and her dress she was so bright!
and beautiful finally she stop next to me and smile, my family was asking me
that what was going on!.. because my face looks like if I were lost in my
Other day I was in my bedroom, I was studying because I was going to have a
test at the next day, my bed use to have a desk and the window was behind
me, it was around 8:00 PM I could hear all my family watching TV while I was
studying, suddenly and eerie feeling started in my back I couldn't move
myself!!!.. I start sweating, it was hard to breath, I could feel in my back
that "something" was watching me... after maybe 15 min. I could move my leg,
and then I jump and run to the TV room, my dad asked me what was going on,
and I told him that somebody was looking through the window in my room, my
dad run to my room and he opened the window, there was nobody..
After the earthquake in Mexico City a lot of constructions ends with some
damages so the city started to fix those problems, and of course some
thieves start broken into the apartments, one of those try to broke our
house and our neighbor in front of our door saw them, she call the police
but she told us that suddenly this guys run out of the building, she was
surprise because at that hour there was nobody in my house, so she went to
out door and knock it, she said that she could hear some voices and noise
inside the apartment, so she thought that maybe the thieves eared that and
run, she knock again without any answer, like 30 min. later my mom arrived
(she was the last in go, and the first in arrive to the house) and our
neighbor called her, she told my mom what happen, so my mom open the door
and there was nobody inside of the apartment.
The last thing is when we moved out of that place, that day I could feel
some sadness, my family and I we "talk" with those spirits and we told them
that we were going and we say thanks of everything because even they scared
us ( they move the radio stations, turn the TV on suddenly, whispering some
nights and a lot of more things) we learn about this subject, so we said
goodbye, some years after that I went to the same area to visit my friends
and they told me that the new family who was living in that apartment told
them that they couldn't sleep some nights because they could hear somebody
crying. ( Maybe they miss us..)
Hello, my name is Matt, I'm 18, and I have a couple of strange occurences
happen to me. The first time was when i was four. I have always been a night
owl, i hate going to bed early, and I was especially bad at age 4. I never
went to sleep when my parents took me to bed. Sometimes I would lay in bed
and recite the abc's, and sometimes I would walk around my room and play
with toys. One night my mom took me back to bed, said goodnight and shut my
door. I wasn't sleepy at all of coarse, so I decided to sit up on my bed. On
my shelf full of stuffed animals, my Alligator's big plastic eyes started to
glow. I was paralyzed with fear, all I could do was just stand there. He
then began to slowly approach me, saying "matthew, matthew!" in the most
chilling voice. It started to approach me a little faster, and I finally
yelled and screamed for my parents. I could hear my dad running to my room,
and the second he bagan to open my door, the stuffed alligator returned to
my shelf and he was back to normal. My parents said, "you were probably
dreaming", but I wasn't. I still have that stuffed Alligator wrapped up in a
garbage bag in my closet. He hasn't givin me trouble since.
My second experience with the super natural happened late one night
with a friend of mine. We were both 15, I was going to spend the night at
his house, and at midnight or so, we decided to walk down the street to kill
time. We walked to the elementary school, and past it around the cemetary.
We were talking about school and football, walking along the cemetary fence
when we saw the bushes next to us push in as though someone had fallen into
the. We ran as fast as we could, and the movement of the bushes followed us
step for step. When we passed the bushes we looked back and no one was in
This happened on summer 1993, while we were doing pretty large re-building
work in old priests house. The house was built in 18th century, and it had 3
floors; 1st floor was mainly used for church's happenings, conferences and
so, in 2nd floor lived priest with his family, and in the basement were
technics, sauna and bathrooms.
I was working (as a painter)on the basement by myself, and I saw from the
corner of my eye that some lady, dressed in white, walked to the end of the
basement where was sauna and bathrooms etc. I didn't pay much attention for
that lady, because there were abot 12 workers on the site, and maybe 5 of
them weared white worksuites. I had my work done and went to see what work
lady was doing and found out, that there were no-one in the bathroom and
sauna; there were also no ways or windows which she would got out.
On the lounch hour I asked from my co-workers if any of them had visited
basement but answer was no. And then some of them told that they had also
seen some strange things on the site: things had fell down without reason,
some had also seen white weared figure and so. Nothing rally exciting, but
still strange. Me and my friend also saw large shadow moving on the wall,
but in the sky there where no clouds, or any possible reason for that.
One year later I heard, that house had very long traditions of hounting.
This happened on the autumn 1992.
My friends girlfriend's parents owned an'old summerplace(built up around
1880) on the little lake middle of woods. She had always teased us by
telling ghoststories of that, and one saturday evening we desided to go
there over night and see if there was anything.
(We where three guys and two girls with some wine, food and beer)
For me place seemed pretty small, and old fashioned, nothing special.
We swimmed and drank some beer and when it got dark we went in. We searced
through the house and strangely one guy foud that one corner of a sleeping
room felt very cold, I also tried.
Later some of us had an idea to play spiritism (we didn't know how but tried
as in films, everyone of us had drank 4 to 10 beers)And in the beginning we
all heard some soft knocking all around in the walls. I thought that main
reason was that outside was getting colder and inside we had fire in the
fireplace so house maybe little got dry or so.
We all laughed as drank a little, and played until one door flew open very
hard with a big noise. Then one of my friends (normally pretty tough guy)
had enough and we all, little scared drove away even any of use was'nt
really in driving condition.
I'm not sure that there were ghosts, but sure something. That place has also
very log traditions as a haunted house.
I'd like to tell you of two paranormal experiences of mine, to date
never been able to explain either of them so it's nice to be able to share
them with someone who may even be able to at least verify that such
experiences are commonly had.
My first was as a young woman - I think I was about 19 or 20. I had gone to
bed at my parent's house where I lived. Shortly after settling down I saw 3
circular shapes on my bedroom wall. They seemed to linger there for a time
and then suddenly they merged into one and flew down the wall and across my
bed. In the same instant the room lit up like sheet lightening and then it
was over. I asked my parents and neighbours the next day if anyone had
experienced anything during the night but noone had.
My first thought was that a car had come up the access road at the back of
the house with its headlights on but there was complete silence and when I
checked the curtains they were tightly shut, no chink of light could have
entered from outside. There had certainly not been any storm that night
either or any type of lightening or thunder.
I still think about this and I'm 39 now! How usual is this type of
phenomenon - is it sometimes associated with states of mind at the time (I
was having alot of rows with my Mother) - or could it have been a genuine
haunting? - Our dog sometimes howled at night and once the downstairs lights
came on by themselves when I was upstairs alone!
My second experience was about 10 or 11 years ago. I lived with my then -
husband and our two children in a large bungalow (single story house) which
had been previously occupied by a Doctor who had passed away (old age).
I was sorting out a closet in the main bedroom when it was as if the thought,
"Pipe tobacco" entered my head - it was more of a thought like a memory of a
smell rather than an actual smell and it entered my head completely out of
the blue. Noone in the house was a smoker and the closet I was sorting was
new but anyway, I knew instinctively that the "smell" was not anything in the
house or closet.
Periodically, both my husband and myself would smell strong pipe tobacco in
various parts of the house. I asked my next door neighbour whether or not
the Doctor had been a smoker but they could not say for sure although they
did used to call him, "Smoky Joe" because he enjoyed lighting fires in his
garden to burn the leaves which used to annoy everyone!
This bungalow had an atmosphere - I never felt comfortable there. My little
boy's room used to smell terribly despite new carpets, re-decorating and
constant cleaning. A damp musty smell.
Our most frightening experience in this house was shortly after we had the
loft converted. Lying in bed one night my husband and I suddenly heard what
sounded like fotsteps walking across our ceiling and alot of thumping and
banging. We were so afrain that someone had broken in that we fetched our
Alsatian dog to go up the stairs with us. I switched the light on upstairs
but the walking sounds had already stopped and of course, there was noone
Other happenings in the house included a toilet that kept constantly flushing
but stopped the instant I remarked that the plumber was coming up the road!
Our central heating system developed more faults than I care to mention and I
used to feel like I was being watched sometimes when I went into the en-suite
bathroom we had converted from a small bedroom. I wonder if the old Doctor
dissaproved of the alterations we had made to his home?!!
The Take Over Atempt
My name is Brian and I have been blind from birth.
Not to be redundant,
but the readers' need to be aware of this fact, so they will understand why
little or no visual impressions are recorded.
Back in the early nineties, my cousin and I got a good case of fishing fever
in early January. There is a scenic and remote lake about four hours from
our home in Kansas City. It is called Lake Taneycomo and is just passed
Table Rock Lake, in the heart of the Ozarks, near the Arkansas Border. It
was built in the late twenties or early thirties. It boasts some of the best
trout fishing in the region; since the water comes in to the lake, from
Table Rock dam, about a hundred and fifty feet below the surface. The water,
maintains a yearly temperature, in the low fourties. There is a town nestled
in a valley right near the lake, called Rockaway Beach. Before the corp. of
engineers came in about fifty years ago, and restructured the dam to make
it a trout friendly lake, the town enjoyed a brisk tourist trade. Complete
with go cart tracks and a multitude of water related attractions. But now
the tourist trade is made up mostly of serious fishermen and some times
their families. With my cousin and me, having jobs that dealt with the
public, it was just such a laid back environment, we were looking for.
We arrived in the afternoon and picked out an old resort near the water. It
was on a slight terrace and was constructed of ancient cedar, which was
sorely in need of a coat or two of paint. Our cabin was long and narrow,
with the kitchen and living room in the front and the bed rooms in the back.
After a flurry of unpacking and setting up camp, we went down to the local
restaurant for a bite to eat. After a lot of annimated discussion over
several beers and a pizza, pertaining to techniques on catching a trophy
rainbow or brown trout, we made our way back up the hill to our cabin. So
as to get an early start in the morning, we decided to retire for the
evening around midnight.
I fell a sleep thinking about the taste of fresh caught fish. I awoke with a
start a couple of hours later. I was in a state of paralysis and felt as if
I were levitating above the floor in a verticle position. I had a mental
impression of a male presence behind me. It was in its mid thirties and
boaded such a sense of loathing that my blood ran cold. It had its arms
around my torso and seemed to be naked above the waste. He was very muscular
and had little or no body hair. He was oafish of mind, but used to getting
his way, by shear will power and supremacy of strength.
He tightened his arms about me, and tried to inexorably to drag me to the
floor. His method of achieving this goal wasn't necessarily violent or
frantic, rather it was slow and relentless. It put me in mind of a wrestling
match under water. I received telepathic images of complete physical and
mental domination. It was like a complete dismantling of my body and soul,
alike. I fought him with every ounce of emotional perseverence that I
The test of pitting our will power against one another, was incredibly
exhausting. I freed my arms, and spun in mid air, hitting him in the chest
with all my might. I felt the shock of the blow clear to my elbow.
Amazingly, he didn't punch me back. However, he regained his hold on me and
tried to continue dragging me towards the floor. Some how, I knew if he got
me down, the monstrosity of his deeds would drive me insane. I executed a
number of wrestling maneuvers, that my old high school coach would have been
Miraculously, I was free. I next was aware of lying on my bed, amidst a
jumble of sweaty and balled up sheets. That was it for me, I beat a hasty
retreat from the bedroom, staying up the rest of the night drinking coffee
and contemplating the horror of my earlier episode.
Fishing was great the following day and we both caught our limit. I told my
cousin of my experience the past evening, around a roaring bon fire late in
the after noon. He said that he could feel a dark energy about the place, as
well! I told him that I thought someone had been either raped or killed
there years ago. And that maybe the cabin retained the horror of this by
gone event. We turned in around the same time that evening.
My sleep was fitful to say the least, as I was on, "phantom pervert patrol,"
all night long.
Nothing out of the ordinary happened for the remainder of the trip. We went
home with over fifty fish. But the spector of this ghoulish experience,
haunted me for a long time. I had an abnormal number of nightmares over the
next few months, although the spector did not show its self. But I felt that
it was some how responsible for my bad dreams.
My wife and I went down to Rock Away Beech some years later. We walked down
to the resort where not long before, I had wrestled with a demon for my life
and sanity. As we drew near the cabin, her grip tightened on my arm. She
told me that it had a very spooky look about it. She said that the scant
number of trees that grew close to it were twisted and gnarled. there were a
lot of birds in the region, but the area around that resort was strangely
free of bird or any animal life. We avoided that resort for the rest of our
As I was putting this story on paper, a couple of hours ago; my computer
about half way through the writing, went dead. I had to reboot, which is a
laborious task, given all of the speech compatible software and adaptive
equipment. Could the entity of which I wrote, have a contact in Kansas City?
I'll let you be the judge!
I have been visiting your site for about a year and had intended
to send you a few experiences but never had the time.
A recent event has spurred me to write this.
ago an A4T Skyhawk jet crashed on the airfield. As all of the Navy staff were
"Stood Down" (day off) for the day leaving myself and two other army medics on
duty we had the task of manning the crash response ambulances, we were
dispatched to the site of the incident immediately after the crash alarm was
raised. On arrival at the site there was a 700 meter rent in the scrub and low
trees, not much was left of the A4 as it went in inverted at about 600 kts. We
started a search for the pilot in the event that he ejected as no witnesses
could verify this, the search was quickly curtailed as minor body parts were
found in the wreckage. A search was commenced to locate the rest of the human
remains, while doing this something happened that I did not realise untill later
was truly unusual, I noticed a man wearing a flight suit walking amongst the
derbies coming towards us from a few meters further along the strewn wreckage,
I did not take much notice as by this time the investigation team with the fire
fighters had arrived, I thought he was a Kiwi investigator from the squadron
that the A4 belongd to.
At this time we were notified of a possible dangerous substance exposed in the
wreckage and were removed to a rally point untill a conformation that the scene
was safe. While waiting with the crash team I realised that the person in the
flight suit was not with us, I then told the Incident controller that this
person was not with us and may still be in the scene, he conferred with the
Investigation team and then with the fire team, no one had bought a flight
suited member with them! as we were the only other team it was impossible for
another person to be there, I put it down to the smoke in the air at the time
and it must have been one of the fire fighters.
Later on I was thinking about this `Mystery' person , I was certain he was in a
flight suit, I saw him clearly enough to give a description, so I went over to
the investigators and told the story to them, they remained adamant that all
personnel were accounted for and no one was wearing a flight suit.
We had set up a command post for the scene, in the tent were the chief
investigator and his team, I came in to see what was happening as we wanted to
continue with the remains search, It may sound bad but we were worried that wild
animals may remove some body parts as the majority of what we had found was no
larger than the palm of your hand.
I noticed the `pers' file of the deceased was on the desk for identification if
it were possible, there on the file was a photo of the man in the flight suit,
there was no mistaking him, the pilot killed in the crash was the man I had seen
at the site! I couldn't say a thing staring at the photo wide eyed, the guy at
the table asked me what was wrong.
I was stunned , what could I say? So I said what any soldier would say,
nothing, then walked out.
This is the first time since that night I have said anything about this to
anyone. I will Not tell anyone I work with as this sort of thing is not accepted
readily and I would be ridiculed by my workmates, and possibly referred to a
psychologist for a review.
I do not know why I saw him, if he wanted anything, did he have a message? I
I have never been certain which of
us was sensitive to the
afterlife , Bob or I. My parents were divorced arouned 1978. By
1979 my brother and I moved to the new house with my mother and
stepfather. (By that time my older sister had gone on t o college) In
1981 my ex -husband Bob and I moved into the house on Tannery Road. At
first we rented the house from my father . then we decided to buy it. At
first it was just stuff you thought that maybe you remembered it wrong
. Like you left your keys on the counter but when you looked they
weren't there, you then look every where and eventually you find them
exactly where you thought you left them in the 1 st. place .The 1 st. few years at the the house on Tannery Road were just kinda
of weird. Losing things that you knew exactly where you put them,
feeling like someone was watching you when no one was there, shit like
that. Nothing you could put your finger on. We must of been living in
the house for at least 2 years before we started to compare notes. As we
started to talk about experiences we both had gone though it was
bizarre. Even then I don"t think we really believed it.In the yeares to
come 3 things happened that could no longer be ingored.
HI EVERYONE: I'M WRITING IN REGARDS TO AN EXPERIENCE I'VE HAD
A COUPLE OF TIMES ACTUALLY IN MY HUSBANDS AND I APARTMENT . WE WON'T BE
LIVING HERE NO MORE SOON , BUT IT STILL SCARES ME BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN TOLD
THAT SOMETIMES GHOST AND SPIRITS FOLLOW WHERE EVER YOU GO IS THAT TRUE?....IT
WAS LATE ONE NIGHT AFTER MY CAT DIED I STARED TO HEAR WEIRD NOISES LIGHT
SOMETHING JUMPING ON THE MATRESS WHILE I WAS AS SLEEP , THEN I REMEMBER
THAT MY KITTY CAT WOULD ALWAYS COME IN THE BATHROOM WHEN I WAS TAKING A
SHOWER AND HE WOULD ALWAYS PLAY TRYING TO CATCH THE WATER I WOULD SPLASH
AT HIM ,AFTER HE DIED WHEN I WOULD TAKE A SHOWER I WOULD FEEL LITTLE PAWS
PLAY WITH THE CURTAIN. NOW I HAVE A BABY WHO I WAS PREGNANT WITH WHEN HE
PASSED AWAY AND EVEN THOUGH IT DOESN'T HAPPENED AS OFTEN IT STILL HAPPENS
. I LOVED MY CAT HE WAS SO SWEET AND SOMETIMES I THINK THAT BECAUSE I SUFFERED
SO MUCH AFTER HE DIED THAT HE DIDN'T WANT TO GO AND LIVE ME LONELY..IS
THAT POSSIBLE?NOW THAT'S NOT THE ONLY THING THOUGHT I HAVE WAKING UP IN
THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT TO FIND A MAN SITTING RIGHT ACROSS FROM MY BED
, HE LOOKS SO STRAGE BUT YET SO CLEAR TO ME ,HE'S WEARING LIKE AN GANSTER
TYPE OF SUT , IT HAS BLACK AND RED SQUARES ON HIS BLAZER HE WEARS BLACK
PANTS, HE IS ALWAYS SMOKING A CIGAR HE HAS REALLY DARK HAIR AND A SMALL
MUSTAGE . HE STARES AT ME WHILE I'M LAYING DOWN AND AS SOON AS I GET UP
HE DISSAPEARS.I ALWASY WONDER WHO THIS MAN IS...AND THE STRAGES THING IS
THAT I AM SO AFRAID OF GHOST AND SPIRITS BUT WHEN I FEEL MY CAT OR THIS
MAN I FEEL AT PEACE ..NOT THRETEAN
In an old run down house in a small northern town an evil presence
felt from the second floor dining room to the third floor. I first
encountered the spirit when I was thirteen years old. As I entered the
second floor dining room I felt a strange chill that I passed off as the
house being old and drafty. As I approached the stairs to the third floor,
I felt that feeling that you get when someone is waiting for you just out of
your sight. Thinking someone had snuck in to the house and gone upstairs, I
ran up the stairs, only to find nobody there. As I walked back down, I felt
the weight of footsteps following me and slight pressure on my shoulder, as
though someone were about to push me down the stairs. I re-visited the
house at the ages of fifteen, eighteen, twenty and twenty-four. Each time I
would feel an angry energy waiting for me at the top of the stairs, and feel
the pressure of footsteps behind me and a hand on my shoulder as I rushed
down, with the exception of my last visit. On that visit, I still felt the
presence in the hall, but it did not seem as angry and did not follow me
down the steps. For years I passed the whole thing off as a figment of my
very vivid and active imagination. I never believed in ghosts anyway. I
changed my mind one day during a visit to my parents' house. I was staying
with them during a break from college, and I'd started telling them about
some of the ghost legends at my school. My Dad shared some of his ghost
stories from our home state, so I mentioned the incidents in the old house
in my hometown. Both of my parents had similar experiences of feeling an
angry presence and feeling watched and unwanted. A few months ago my aunt
told me that she had experienced this as well.
My names Dave and I'm 27 yrs old. I live near the mountains of the
footpath in North Wales. When I was 13, I was out with my friend on the
mountains and I realised I had forgotten something. I knew I must have left
it at the caves, that we had just visited, about a 100 yard walk down a steep
footpath. Being in good "spirits" I was whistling as I was walking down
towards the caves. As I approached the caves, something told me to lookup. I
looked at what appeared to be an elderley Woman who was holding a whicker
basket and appeared to be doing the motions of washing her clothes. Now, the
water that comes of of these caves is only about a foot wide and 1/2 an inch
deep, and I could even see right through her and see the markings on the cave
wall. I FROZE! I then decided after what felt like ages to run back up the
mountain to tell my mate "look at this!". Needless to say, he thought I was
bonkers when I told him and no-one was there when we revisited the site. To
this day I have always wondered what this means, if anything. I can still
picture the Woman in my mind.
I don't quite know why I am telling you this, but I am fascinated in ghosts.
I've been having strange expariences since I was a small child, I
whispers by my bed and I would have the same nightmare every night that these
creatures were carying me all around my house,but it was when I was a
teenager(about 15-17) that the real weird things started happening,I would be
in bed at night and all of a sudden my entire body would become paralized, to
the point where I couldn't even twitch a finger or blink an eye.It lasted
only a few seconds but it was enough to scare me half to death! The first
time it happened I ran upstairs and told my mother and she told me to throw
away all my rock albums, and I did, but it kept happening,and it kept getting
worse, it sounds weird but one time I heard myself scream inside myself,and
the worst time of all the paralysis came on me so fast and so hard,and my
eyes were wide open(that didn't happen often) and I just layed there, I could
make out on my ceiling two images of what looked like small animals laying
down(only upsidedown) on it. I imediately started praying in my head and out
from the bottom of my bedroom door a bright light began to shine,it lit up
the whole room,at the time I thought my mother must have just snapped on the
hall light but then it all stopped at once, I could move again, the strange
images were gone and the light went out, so naturaly I jumped out of bed and
ran out of my room as soon as possible only to find my whole family in their
beds fast asleep,my mother had never been up.
My Cemetery Experience
Sometime during the summer last year when I was 14 (am 15 now), me
and two of
my closest friends decieded to explore a cemetary that we had seen some
unusual things in. I was the first one to enter and we all crouched in a
circle and said a prayer. We then proceeded north into the cemetary, and
immediately went off the past towards the North-western part of the
graveyard, where it was really wooded. I looked around for a good place to
take a picture, when my friend jumped forward and spun around and got into a
fighting stance, after realizing noone was there he put his hands down and
rubbed the back of his head, i then quickly took a picture and asked him what
was wrong. He said he felt like something struck him in the back of the head,
none of us believed him (he was the joking type) so we just excused it as him
acting funny trying to scare us. I then headed West and turned on my recorder
and placed it on a grave from the early 1900's. I then drew my flashlight as
i was walking into a low-lying level of the graveyard where it looked like
tombs (I'm not sure if there are names for them, just stone boxes placed in
the ground, with a real heavy lid) was being pushed up from the surface by
the water that collects there regularly. A fine mist was starting to grow
into an almost black cloud. We then neared a statue of Jesus Christ with his
hands in prayer and his head bowed. I also noticed that how all the other
tombstones were eroded this one seemed to be unchanged by the weather despite
it being put there very early on, i just said to myself it was made or marble
or something. But then i started getting tremors when i was nearing a tomb
that was almost completely sticking out of the ground, and wanted to turn and
run but i was drawn to it, it looked so old, and i thought that surely
something would show up in the picture so i took two. I then turned back away
from the tomb and went to the enterance and waited, when we all regrouped and
headed home on the way there I was having an unusual feeling, you see ever
since i was i child my grandmother believed I could detect evil and good, and
tell the diffrence between people, i used to look at the person and tell my
parents if they had good eye or evil eyes, my mother told me to stop being
rude and eventually this power that i believed i had, vanished and i never
used it again. But i was getting the same feeling walking down the road, like
hatred, a hatred so strong that it was boring into my brain, then i started
feeling it surround me like a darkness, then i began to shiver. After another
few hundred yards, it began to clear up and the pain that the evil was, was
slowly fading away. By the time i got home i felt quite good, the rest of the
night we were up till two taking pictures of us doing stupid things. and i
got the pictures developed the next morning, and this is what i found.
The picture that i took of my friend rubbing his head, it looked as if a
whispy object was staring at him, i could detect it's eyes, although noone
else i've shown the picture to noticed this, but it seemed to be caring,
almost as if it was trying to help him in someway, and in the back, i saw a
small orb. It was a deep blue, the deepest blue i'd ever seen and it looked
evil, almost threatening.
The picture that i took of the tomb, looked as if threads were coming from
the cracks in the tomb.
And one picture caught my interest, it was a picture of me standing my my
dinner table, drinking a bottle of coke, when i looked like two deep
reddish-blue whispy like strands stood outside the porch door. Almost looked
as if it was evil, but not evil in a threating way, just evil. No other word
to describe it. I also experienced a violent tremor when i was laying in bed
around three, as if something was shaking me, but that was it. I wonder if
that night something evil had followed me home.
Well it all started February 23, 2001 (Saturday) at 1:44a.m. , only 30minutes after I went to bed. I was lying in the next room and the computer room is located right next door to my room. My that time, the computer was in its "sleep stage". But then I heard the internet getting connected. I looked at the crack under my door and the blue light my the computer screen was on. I picked up the phone and sure enough, the internet had been connected. I looked once more under the door and then a shadow passed under the door and passed back as if entering the computer room again. I waited a while and then picked up the phone again and this time it was the regular dial tone. So I wonder if it could have been my parents, it wasn't. After about 5 minutes, the internet had been connected again and this time I distinctly heard the sounds coming from the next room. I looked once more under the door and the shadow passed, but it stopped momentarily in front of my door. My dog's ears stood up as he was awakened and then after the shadow passed back, (entering the computer room again) the dog calmly lied back down. The next morning, my mom asked me what I had done to the computer because it was completely messed up. There were so many errors and the computer had been restarted and ran in "safe-mode." The only we know of computers running in safe mode is by turning them off suddenly and then restarting the systems. My parents think I'm crazy, and maybe I am, but I do believe that I have a presence in my home.
My grandfather became very ill with cancer when I was about 3 years old.
Although I do not recall any memories of him, home movies, pictures, and
stories from my mother tell me that we were very close. He would come over
to the house and play with me for hours. I was his special little guy, and I
am told we had a wonderful three years together.
After being hospitalized to attempt to treat the cancer, it was determined
that all that could be done was, and he would soon pass. I am told that my
grandfather wanted to come back home to spend his final days in his own bed
surrounded by the people he loved. We visited him everyday until he
eventually succumbed to the cancer. He crossed over in his own home, his own
bed, and in the company of his loved ones.
Several years later at the age of about 10 or 11 I would spend weekends at my
grandmas house during the summer. The room my grandfather had passed away in
was now the guest room where I slept. I had been in that room many times
before and never experienced anything out of the ordinary. Until one night
late in the summer, something happened.
When I slept, I played a radio next to the bed, a small clock radio to keep
me company. It was tuned to a local talk radio station that played old time
radio shows which I loved to listen to. I had been in bed about an hour,
engrossed in a mystery program from the days before television. The room
around me was dark and the door to the living room was open. Through the
door a faint glow from a small nightlite plugged into the wall gave shape to
some of the objects in my room, the dresser, the chair in the corner, and the
radio next to the bed. I closed my eyes to immerse myself in the radio
program when suddenly it went silent. I opened my eyes and looked over at
the little black box to see what had happened. The red dot on the front
indicated that it was still on but it was eerily silent.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw something move by the door. My first
thought was my grandmother. She often got up in the middle of the night to
have a glass of water. I looked at the open door more intently and saw the
figure slowly glide around the corner. I could not see any features, only a
dark outline of a very tall and large person. I was frightened to the point
of panic but did not move. The figure drifted into the room and paused at
the foot of the bed. I didn't know why at the time but I became very calm.
A feeling of security washed over me and I just watched him standing there.
He moved very slowly to the side of the bed and stood next to me. I remember
that he should have been blocking my view of the radio but I saw the little
red light right through him. He bent over and reached for me, my hand
suddenly becoming icy. I looked to his face to see my grandfather smiling
softly at me. He stood and went toward the door and just as he disappeared
around the corner my mystery show came right back on just in time to hear the
I never told anyone about my experience until 2 years ago. The topic of
ghosts came up one night during a discussion with my sister Karen who is 2
years older than me. She too spent a good deal of time with grandpa and has
some memories of him. As I relayed this story to her, the only person I had
ever told, she began to cry. I asked her what the matter was and her answer
shocked me. She told me that the same summer I had my vision, she to saw
grandpa. He appeared in the same room, and did the same thing as in my
My mother has told me and my other 4 siblings that all of us have a guardian
angel watching over us. They are all family members who have crossed over
and have been assigned to keep us safe. I guess grandpa is pulling double
Changed My Life
My husband, my daughter
and myself live in a two story building on the second floor in Pasadena,
California. About five years ago my husband and I heard foot steps or
someone running outside, just below our bedroom window. What caught my
attention was the fact that I believe were a toddler's foot steps. I became
very concern because it was around 2:00 AM when this activity happens I also
heard what sounded a little boy giggling. I thought for sure this little boy
has gotten out without the parents knowing about it. But when I got outside
there was nobody there. For 5 years we heard the same thing at the same time
night after night. My husband would even stay awake looking out the window
to see if he could actually see something but we never did, the moment we
would be in bed we would hear it. It stopped all of a sudden late last
In Memory of My Father
I really do not share my story with really anyone but felt compelled
to do so. This is a story about my father. My mom kept me from
him for the first 15 years of my life. I decided I needed to be with
him and get to know him. In all this time I didn't quite know how
to be a daughter to him so I did the best I can. I loved my
father and I always knew we had a special connection considering the years
of distance that were between us. Well I had 6 short years with him
and a lot of regrets of what I did and how I should of been a daughter.
When I found out that my father was going to die is when I was pregnant
with my first daughter and my dad's first grandchild. My father hung
on long enough to see her be brought home on Jan 26 1992 and was coherent
for her arrival. Which would be the last day of his life that he
would be coherent. It was hell to see my father die. Something
I still cry about almost all the time. But to get back to the story.
My father's life ended on February 12, 1992.
That night I went to bed knowing something was wrong. I woke around 3 am in the morning. I lived in an entirely different house than my dying father. But anywise I woke up to see I ghostly white figure about 6 feet tall (the size of my father) floating. He came to tell me goodbye and that he would protect me and my children. He did not appear in front of any other relatives. At least they haven't told me. I was very calm during this and happy.
I got the call the next morning from my stepmom that my dad had died the night before. I responded to her telling her that I already knew. I also told her the exact time he died. I think she was floored.
Well to this day my father is with me. I feel him and he has saved my life from incredible illness and he has saved my son's life from illness. He truly is still by father and a grandfather who is in guardian angel form.
Written in memory of Ronald Charles Francis April 4,1940-February 12, 1992
One of my favorite guardian angels
It was a Friday night a couple years ago. I was spending the night
at a friends house and we
had been laying on palet on the floor. the TV was on and everyone else was asleep. I got up
and turned it off. When I laid back down, the TV was still glowing a little bit. In that little bit of
light, I saw a little girl ( ages 5-7 ) standing on a ledge in the living room. She was wearing a
white night gown and seemed to be jumping up to reach something or someone on the cieling.
I was scared so I turned and went to sleep. The image has never returned.
Hi. I was just surfing the net and found your page. I do have a true
story to tell.
When I was going to college (NMSU) in Las Cruces NM, I worked at the White Sands Missile Range as a computer operator....on the grave yard shift. Anyway, one night I had my shoes off and was taking a snooze (we were not suppossed to but no one else was around). One of my duties was to check the temperature in a computer room waaaaaaay down at the other end of the converted hanger.
So at about 2 in the morning I put on my shoes and did not tie them since I was just gonna take them off and sleep again. I walked down the semi dark corridor went into the computer room, checked the temp, wrote it in the log and went back out again. As I was walking I looked down and saw that my shoe laces had been tied together...like kids would do as a prank...so the person would try to walk and trip...the left shoe lace was tied to the right shoe lace.
I quickly untied them and looked around as the hair on the back of my neck stood on end. Needless to say I ran back to my usual spot and did not sleep the rest of the night.
I have had many ghost encounters in my short lifetime. I am
only 15 but i
have seen a lot of weird creepy things. Most of these occurances occured in
my own house. It all started when i was around 8. I had just moved into my
new house. After a month or two weird things began to happen. Mostly i just
heard things, like doors or closets closing, when they really didn't. It
wasnt until later when i really saw something strange. I awoke because of a
feeling, like i was being watched. When i turned over to look around i saw
an old man standing in the corner of my room. He wasnt like the casper
ghost, he wasnt see through, thats what was scariest. He looked like a
normal person. Of course i dunked under my covers until i fell asleep. Of
course my parents didnt believe me, they told me it was just my imagination.
This was until a neighboor asked my parents about my house. The truth was
that the people who lived in my house before me also saw things.
This happened until a few years ago. I still see things but not as
One scary thing that happened not to long ago was really scary. By
now i have my room downstairs after my parents finally believed me. One
night when i was laying down something happened. I normally leave the bible
on my headboard open, its the only thing that i feel safe with, but because i
had been cleaning it was closed. When i reached back to open it a noise came
from every where in my room. It shook my room. It was a noise that cannot
be discribed but it was definitly not human.
As you can tell from some of my many stories i have had some pretty
weird things occur in my life. There is something that i have though. This
thing is a feeling that i get, its like a chill that runs through my body. I
also feel bad. I can not explain it. It only happens sometimes but is
usually occurs in the same places.
If you find my story intresting or think you can make some sence of it
email me at email@example.com
About 17 yrs. ago Ihad an experience that keeps haunting me to this day. I was 18 at the time, And lived at home in my parents old farm house. I was working 2nd. shift at a local factory . On this day in particular I had this strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. I guess the only way to describe ot is to say it was a vey eerie feeling. I just couldnt get rid of it. It was about 11:00pm when I got home from work, And I sat there talking with my parents for about 15 minutes. They went to bed and I stayed up to watch TV. While watching TV I got hungry,so I walked into the kitchen to get something to eat. I walked up to the sink and looked out the window. I turned to my right to walk over to the refrigerator. As I turned there was this green hazy figure standing right in front of me. It was about 6 inches off of the ground and about 4 feet tall. I turned and ran upstairs aand hid under my blanket. Eventually I thought I had made it up or dreamed it
November 16, was my granparents 54th anniversery, and my grandfathers
Birthday. while my grandpa was cleaning the house for gramma, she went
shopping and too the beauty parlor to get her hair done. While coming from
the beauty parlor she was struck by a truck while crossing the street.
While not having any broken bones, she fell over and bumped her head. Ihe was out instinaiously (i want to belive she felt no pain) by 5 o'clock when i got to the hospitol, grandpa said she wasn't going to make it. iIwent in and saw her she moved and breathed hard when i touched her hair and said I loved her. I pledded with her to fight it and her arms where shaking she was trying, but she was tired, I said
"grammy if you are to tired to fight i understand. I just have to see you on the other side." Her arms stopped shaking and she was peaceful.
They took her off the breathing machine and she was breathing when I left. That night i could not get her off my mind, i couldn't sleep, but driffted here and there. i guess at one point i did get to a semi dream like state. and she was there! she was all in white, she was old but she didn't look like she did the week before, her skin was less wrinkely, her hair has a certain shimmer to it, and she was smiling. I had so many things to ask her, what she wanted to wear, etc(i went shopping with her every saturday and she was always saying what goes to who and what she wants done when she died. no big deal) but all i could do was pleed with her to wake up. she had a cute little laugh and she laughed and said you know what is going to happen, i can't do that. she told me to not worry about grandpas, he was going to be fine.
the next moring i felt she had already gone, but i felt good about the "dream" dad called and said they where at the hospitol and she was fading. my kids wanted to get the chance to say goodbye but just couldn't bring them selves to go in the room. after that she died. it is very strange when someone dies. the air in the room changed, it was electrical, like heavy and buzzing. and we new she was gone.
when we went back to the housewe where trying to decide what she was going to wear, them my dad's wife found her plans for the funeral, she had a white suit and white blouse that she wanted to wear. lol, maybe she was telling me that in the "dream", i dunno. but many have shared their experiences, i apoplogize for the length, may be i am still trying to come to terms with this. she was 80 years old, great health, she smoked all of her life and her lungs where clear and healthy. and she died November 17, 2000 from head trauma caused by being hit by a truck.
Since her death there has been a peacful air to our house. the summer before my gram pasted, my daughter was seeing an apparition of a boy everywhere she went, even in our house!! since Gram passed, I can't help but wonder if maybe she is keeping a look out for us. Also, I have to add, that I used to take her shopping on Satyrday mornings, she would always sit in the passenger seat. Every now and again i will see her out of the corner of my eye, sitting there, enjoying the ride.
In conclusion, is there a great beyond? is she visiting me?? I dunno. But I will tell you that it has made mr stop and think, maybe there is indeed a heaven, maybe she is comming to check on us, and MAYBE she is happy in the place she is now.
Thanks so much for reading my story.
You asked for any ghost sightings: well, several years ago my ex and i entered our home and when we passed the living room door something caught our eye. There sitting on my weight bench was a elderly man, sitting as though he was in deep thought, looking to the ground opposite to our direction. We were shaken and stopped at the room entrance to view. He then turned slowly and looked right at the both of us. Then we quickly headed out of the house. I came back in to take a quick look and he was gone. He has never appeared again and i have never seen another ghost since. He consisted of a white/silver fog like substance. It is a fact and several of our family members believe we were drinking. We weren't......
I was told by the doctor to stay in bed for a while as my flu had got worse. So I did but when it started to get darker I noticed orbs rotating around my china doll. It was on the very top shelf of my bookcase. This started happening every night until I had the courage to smash the doll. The happenings stopped for a while but then a light glow started to appear where my doll used to sit.
I am a 30 years old person being haunted by passed members
of my family. In 1991 I was living in Memphis Tn when my newborn daughter
shivered in the night awakening me to see that my grandfather who passed
that year was tucking her in. I also have pictures of my mom who passed
this year 2000 dance with me at a rave also there were two more intities
there in the picture these ghost are all memebers of my family so they
are my guardian angels i welcome them. I live in Seattle Wa no in
a turn of the century building where there are lots of cold spots and i
have had them sitting next to me on my couch playing with the hair on my
arm i nicely asked thatm to stop and it did i welcome them to i am not
afraid of what is from the beyond i feel that they have come back for a
reason thay need to see you or to fell that you are okay or they just want
you to leave what was once theirs. I often find myself wanting to be a
ghost hunter that would be the ultimate. I hope you like my story
and can use it
Safe But Unsure
My wife and family live in a 1 year old home and have been experiencing
some unexplainable events. It started last summer. Frequently
when we would sleep with the windows open, my wife would be awaken in the
middle of the night by children laughing. She thought it was late
for children to be outside playing and she would never be able to see anything
or hear anymore once she was up. She could lay back down and hear
the laughter again. We have two small boys and they were always sound
During the Fall nothing unusual was noticed. However, in the last few weeks we have really noticed some unusual situations. In the middle of the night, I have heard children's laughter but again both of our kids are sound asleep. One night my wife heard foot steps in the house and felt cool drafts as if a door or window was open. We checked the house and found nothing.
In our youngest son's room, who is two, things have been moved and lights have turned on once he is asleep. They are comfort things such as a pillow put in his bed and a night light turned on. These are not things he can do by himself.
One other occurance was during the day when my wife was cleaning the kitchen. She cleaned the glass oven door but returned about one half later to find a child's hand print in the middle of the door. Please note that both of our boys were not home at the time.
We have no idea what to make of these experiences. We feel safe but unsure.
My boyfriend, our 18 month old son and I moved into a
new apartment about 3 months ago. We had never heard
of a haunted apartment before this, but we now believe
that such things exist. As far as we know, no one
died in our apartment, but there was a building in the
same complex abour 100 yards away that burned down
over 15 years ago, and some people died in the fire.
It all started a few weeks after we moved in, my
boyfriend had put our son in bed and we were going to
bed ourselves. Our bedroom has a door that connects it
to my son's room. We were lying in bed, and we all of
a sudden we heard the distinct sound of a door
slamming. The sound came from the door to our son's
room. I was terrified and so was he. We got out of
bed, checked on the baby, and then proceeded to look
around the apartment thinking that maybe there was an
intruder. We couldn't find any trace of an intruder,
and the doors were locked and deadbolted. We slept
with the lights on that night. A few days later my
keys came up missing. I didn't make the association
until later. I have since learned that ghosts like
babies and small children, and like to play tricks...
such as stealing keys. The same day that I discovered
my keys were missing, my boyfriend's mother came to
visit and she brought her small dog. He was sitting
on the floor next to the couch. My boyfriend nudged
me and indicated that I should look at the dog. He
was watching something move around the room. We
watched him for 15 minutes as he followed whatever it
was with his eyes. He then suddenly yelped and jumped
back as if he was kicked. We were all spooked. The
next day I made coffee in our kitchen and walked to
the bedroom where my son was playing. When I came
back into the kitchen 5 minutes later to pour myself a
cup, coffee had been poured all over the counter and
the pot was on the burner. No one else was in the
house. Since these occurrences, we decided to get a
dog. She sleeps with us on our bed, but at night she
stares into the hall intently. My son wakes up
screaming in the middle of the night, which he had not
done since he was 9 months old. At night you hear
footsteps in my hallway. And just yesterday I got my
keys back. I was very upet about them missing because
in addition to being important keys, it had a keychain
on it that I recieved the day my son was born and it
has a deep sentimental value to me. We went to sleep
the night before last after cleaning the living room
and our son's room. The living room was spotless.
That next morning I woke to find the keys sitting on
the middle of the couch. They had not been there
previously. When my boyfriend got home from work I
asked him where he had found my keys and he said it
wasn't him that had put them there. Our son hadn't
even been awake yet when I found them. We're hoping
that there will be no more supernatural occurences,
but when you hear the footsteps at night, I only
think it must be a matter of time.
Greetings, My name is Elycium. I thought perhaps I'd share
my story with
you, as perhaps you are some of the few people who would even believe me.
It happened when I was eight years old, but everything is still vivid in
my memory. I had woken up very early in the morning, it was still dark out.
My three sisters, whom I shared the room with were still alseep, so the
possiblitiy of a npise waking me up was out, since I'm the heaviest sleeper.
I looked around and on my closet wall were hundreds of glowing eyes,
staring at me, and from the ceiling as well. I closed my eyes and slowly
opened them, to make sure it just wasnt a trick of the light, but they were
still there. Then I looked out into the hall way.
A boy, maybe 16-17 years old stood there, watching me. He had long
hair, which was pulled back, and was wearing farmer like clothing. He was
extremely pale, almost transparent. He smiled at me, then walked awa down
the hall. But I know that he couldn't have walked because the floorboards
creak under even the slightest wait and they didn't make a sound. So I went
to look and nothing was there.
Later, when I was 12 I learned the history of my house from our next door
neighbor. She told us how when our town was just starting out it had been a
farming community (it still sorta is today, grapes, strawberries, ect) and
that our house and her house had been connected at one point in that time.
The family that had lived there had one son. She told me that the son was
"crazy" experimenting on animals and things like that. The people tried to
lock him up twice but both times the boy escaped, returning home. So the
family placed him under house arrest in his room. While he was alive he
would claw at the walls, trying to get out, and eventually he died. The
houses were seperated and our side got part of the clawmarks, which had a
mirror bolted over them, rather then tear it down, i guess.
But I don't think he was Crazy, i think maybe he was just trying to
become a doctor, or a vet maybe. Since he was a farmer he probably couldn't
have aforded to go to school, so he made use of what he had. I refer to the
ghost, as the farmer boy, and I think that he was just waiting for someone
to come along who would understand him. Its been three years since we moved
away, and seven years since I saw him. I learned that the people who moved
in had taken the mirror down, and guess what was there. The clawmarks. The
new owners tore the wall down and rebuilt it as well.
I'm fifteen now, and already I'm beginning to pick up on other entities
in my surrounding area. We have a somewhat famous house whch is known to be
hanted, just behind the cornfield which is behind my house. We have a
church on my street as well that has some paranormal activity going on. I
get constant visits from the tenant children, who died on the Battles'
Property (the haunted house), as well.
I am not writing this account of my life as a form of validation
has happened to me, I know these things happened. I am not writing to assure
myself that I am not crazy for what I have seen, I know what I have seen
over the years were actually there. I'm writing this because I have come to
the point in my life where I believe it is time to share a bit of myself, to
purge my mind of things of which I've always kept inside
I can remember things as far back to the age of 2 yrs old, I've always been
one child accused of having a very vivid imagination..and many of my
experiences were always chalked up to that by the adults surrounding my life
when I was younger, I hold a Masters in Psycology, I am a liscensed
therapist, and I still believe there is more to life that what humanity
denotes there is.
>From the time I was a child, my parents lived in our own home which they
built, it was a very large house, the upstairs held 4 bedrooms and a study
and two bathrooms…it was constructed in the fashion of a long hallway with
rooms on one side and the stairs to the lower level of the house on the
other side, there was also a sewing nook right outside the master bedroom,
which was on the opposite end of the hallway from where my room was, the one
I shared with elder brother at the time.
Now, I have to point out, that at this time, we lived in the Caribbean, the
reason I believe this is valid to the story, is because, in the caribbean,
especially the island we lived on, many of the upper to upper middle class
homes were built on plantation land, in many cases, the plantation house
itself was still around and lived in, the thing is, I believe in many cases,
one was never sure if one's home was actually built over some slave cemetary
or in the spot where something traumatic might have happened in the past.
Many times I would wake in the middle of the night and see shapes and things
hovering and floating around my room. My brother slept in the top bunk, and
because I had a tendancy to roll out of bed, I had the lower bunk. One night
in particular, I woke up, and distinctly saw several pairs of eyes, glowing
in the dark, floating around my room, I was terrified, and hid my face deep
in my covers, extremely frozen in fear and hating the fact I slept on the
Other times, I would wake, and because my family slept with our bedroom
doors open due to the warm climate, I would glance down the dark hallway to
my parents' room, and would view dark shadowy humanoid shapes, darting
around in the hallway..never actually coming in my room, but for some reason
I knew they knew I was awake and I saw them…and it was as if they enjoyed
scaring me stiff in my bed, I would be terrified to go to the bathroom..many
times I wet my bed as a cause of these things.
Because of all of these things I saw, I would sometimes close my eyes really
tight, and make a mad dash down the hallway right into my parents' room and
jump right on their bed between them..I figured , if I kept my eyes closed,
these spirit could not touch me, and I would never have to see them up
close, amazingly, I always made it to my parents' bed without bumping into
anything..seeing my eyes were closed the entire time I was running.
This went on for years, then when I was 9 yrs old, I woke again one night,
and at this time I was sharing the room with my younger brother, my elder
brother had moved into his own room, and my bed was placed in such a way,
that I could see down the stairwell to the big wrought iron gate that
separated the upstairs from the downstairs and was kept locked at
night.There ,holding on to the gate, peering up at me from the lower level
of the house on the other side of the gate, was this skeletal figure, to
this day, it is still extremely vivid,he was grinning up at me, I recall him
wearing a top hat with a feather and he was trying to reach through the bars
and beckon to me to open the gate. I felt my heart in my through, that was
one of the most singular frightening experiences in my life and I still can
see it clearly to this day. I remember running to my door and shutting it,
all the while , keeping my eyes off the figure at the bottom of the stairs.
Things tapered off for a while, until I was about 13, I woke again in the
middle of the night to see this old lady with long hair float by my bedroom
door and go into the bathroom..she never looked at me..but needless to say,
I was startled out of my wits.
When I was 14, my Maternal grandmother died, I was very close to her, and
when we flew over to her country for the funeral, I was asleep in the parlor
of her home one night, when she came to me with my grandfather who was
already dead and in her arms she held a baby, and she called me by her pet
name for me and told me she was happy now, don’t cry. When I woke , I told
my aunts and my mother, of course, there was some skepticism, until I
mentioned the baby..apparently, my grandmother had a baby who died at
childbirth..which only her children knew about, her grandchildren were never
privy to this information.
I believe my grandmother is very happy right now..although, honestly, I cant
be too certain she is happy I am writing this, because all of a sudden there
are strong gusts of wind blowing through my room , granted they are coming
from my bedroom window, but things were relatively still until I mentioned
her and her baby.
I live in North America now, for a while, I lived in a major city, with my
best friend, who is native american and another good friend, who was from
Croatia. My best friend was once in training to be a shaman, thing is, he
spooks easily , and had seen too many things during his training to want to
continue in that vein, our other friend, claimed she was from a long line of
witches and we would humour her..but never believed her, until one boring
winter night, we decided to have a séance, my best friend was very
apprehensive about this, but I wasn’t, I was very excited and so was witch
We constructed our own ouija board on the floor, with the over turned cup
and the circular pattern of letters and numbers, with yes and no in the
As we got into things, R, (my best friend), would start to jump all the
time, because he would see spirits,and S (witch wannabe) would actually see
nothing, but would do the questioning..and she wasn’t too polite about it
either, which pissed us off..the thing is, is that this is when I realised I
was a channeler, a medium of sorts…I'd spoken with a few of my old childhood
friends whom had passed on, and were validated by R because, without ever
knowing about them, he would describe how they looked as the stood by our
circle and spoke through me, suddenly my body was taken over by this …thing,
all I could remember that I was crying and I could not control my speech or
my body..something was talking through me and it felt slimy and evil..and it
hated S with a passion. It told her, that if feared her mother's next
child,which would be a boy and her mother was only 2 month pregnant…R ran
out of the room and broke the circle, because he actually saw this thing, it
was standing behind me, he described it as humanlike ,but without the
benefit of skin and it was glaring at S over my shoulder.
After a while, from all I can actually remember, R cleared the circle and
cleansed the apartment with sage and several other herbs in the manner he
was trained to do, I remember it taking me a while to get over the chills
and fear inside me, and it took us a while to get the thing out of the
Apparently, it was one of those demons controlled by S's long line of witch
ancestors and saw our séance as an opportunity to make itself known to
her..who knows..all I do know, is that her mother did have a baby boy 7
Since then, I've gone out of my way to desensitize myself from the spirit
world, I drink, I do drugs and basically pollute my body to the border
point, where I am still in control, but I don’t have to see things anymore,
I know this is a drastic way to deal with these things..and some of you out
there would love to have this gift…I for one, don’t want it.
I still feel things though..I can tell what a person is all about by just
looking at them, I also feel presences, I can walk into a home, or room and
tell you if spirits abound..I can feel evil and I can feel good…and worst of
all…I know that I am a catalyst for something spiritual and supernatural and
I am scared to find out what my role will be, it's like I am hiding from my
MY MOTHER AND I LIVED TOGETHER IN AN APARTMENT IN YORK,PA BACK IN
MOTHER WAS VERY YOUNG AND THIS WAS HER FIRST PLACE AFTER MOVING OUT OF HER
MOTHER'S HOME. WE LIVED THERE FOR JUST A SHORT TIME, A YEAR AT THE MOST,BUT
MANY STRANGE THINGS HAPPENED WHILE WE WERE THERE. THE ODD THING IS, THE
STRANGE THINGS ONLY HAPPENED TO ME.
THE FIRST EVENT I CAN REMEMBER OCCURED WITHIN OUR FIRST WEEK IN THE
APARTMENT. I REMEMBER THIS DISTINCTLY BECAUSE SEARS DELIVERED OUR FLOOR
MODEL TELEVISION ON THE DAY AFTER OUR FURNITURE CAME. MY MOTHER WORKED THE
11-7 SHIFT AT THE PHONE COMPANY SO HER BABY SISTER WATCHED ME THAT NIGHT. WE
ATE AND SHE BATHED ME BEFORE WE SETTLED DOWN TO WATCH T.V. BEFORE LONG WE
WERE ASLEEP. I WAS AWAKENED IN THE WEE HOURS OF THE MORNING BY MY BLADDER
AND SAT UP TO GO TO THE BATHROOM. NOW, MY AUNT AND I WERE LYING ON THE FLOOR
IN FRONT OF A WINDOW THAT LOOKED OUT ONTO THE STREET. AS I ATTEMPTED TO
STAND, SAW A SMALL FIGURE STANDING BY THE WINDOW WITH ITS HANDS RESTING ON
THE RADIATOR THAT WAS DIRECTLY BELOW THE WINDOW. IT APPEARED TO BE MALE, THE
SKIN WAS RUDDY AS IF IT WERE REGULARLY EXPOSED TO SUN AND WIND AND IT WAS
DRESSED IN SOME SORT OF DARK CLOAK. THE CLOAK WAS HOODED AND LOOKED LIKE THE
GARB OF A PERSON WHO WAS AROUND TO HAVE SEEN JESUS WALK.
I TRIED TO SCREAM AND I COULD FEEL THE PRESSURE BUILDING UP IN MY HEAD, I
COULD FEEL THE TENSION IN MY JAWS BUT NO SOUND CAME FROM MY MOUTH. I SHOOK MY
AUNT TO NO AVAIL. I EVENTUALLY STOPPED TRYING TO SCREAM AND LAID BACK DOWN
WITH MY AUNT. I BURIED MY FACE IN HER CHEST AND WOULD PERIODICALLY LOOK TO
SEE IF THE BEING WAS STILL THERE. IT ALWAYS WAS, JUST STARING OUT OF THE
WINDOW. THIS WENT ON UNTIL IT BEGAN TO GET LIGHT. JUST AS I HEARD MY MOTHER'S
FOOTSTEPS ON THE PORCH, THE BEING TURNED TO ME AND SMILED. AS SHE PUSHED
OPEN THE DOOR IT DISAPPEARED. THIS EVENT AND THE OTHERS I WILL LIST ALL
OCCURRED WHEN I WAS ABOUT 5 OR 6, I AM NOW 27. LOOKING BACK, IT SEEMS AS IF
THE BEING WAS JUST WATCHING OVER ME UNTIL MY MOTHER GOT HOME. I WAS MERELY
AFRAID OF IT'S PRESENCE, IT NEVER DID A THING TO HARM ME.
THE NEXT THING HAPPENED IN THE SPRING OF THE SAME YEAR. THE ROOM I
OCCUPIED WAS ON THE COMPLETE OPPOSITE SIDE OF THIS GROUND FLOOR APARTMENT. I
NEVER LIKED TO SLEEP IN THERE BECAUSE IT WAS TOO FAR AWAY FROM MY MOM, SO I
SLEPT WITH HER NORMALLY. EXCEPT FOR THE TIMES MY FATHER WOULD VISIT FROM
COLLEGE, THIS EVENT HAPPENED DURING ONE SUCH VISIT. WE HAD ALL SPENT A DAY
OUT DOING WHAT I DONT REMEMBER, BUT WHEN IT CAME TIME TO GO TO BED MY FATHER
SLEPT IN MY MOTHER'S ROOM. I REFUSED TO GO TO MY BEDROOM AND SLEPT ON THE
COUCH IN THE LIVING ROOM. AFTER HAVING BEEN ASLEEP FOR A FEW HOURS I
AWAKENED TO BEING CARRIED DOWN THE STEPS TO THE LAUNDRY ROOM. I RUBBED MY
EYES AND LOOKED DOWN, BUT THERE WAS NO ONE THERE HOLDING ME! I DO NOT
REMEMBER PANICKING OR TRYING TO GET AWAY. ACTUALLY ALL I REMEMBER IS
GETTING TO THE BOTTOM OF THE STAIRS AND THAT IS ALL. HOWEVER, THE NEXT
MORNING MY MOTHER HAD A HARD TIME WAKING ME WHICH WAS AND STILL IS RARE.
FINALLY SHE SNATCHED THE BLANKET OFF OF ME, THINKING I WAS PLAYING 'POSSUM.
WHEN SHE PULLED DOWN THE COVERS I WAS NUDE. SHE ASKED ME ABOUT IT BUT I HAD
NO ANSWER. LATER THAT NIGHT SHE FOUND MY NIGHT GOWN FOLDED UP IN THE LAUNDRY
ROOM ON A TABLE. WELL, 21 YEARS LATER I HAVE NO EXPLANATION FOR THAT ONE.
THE VERY LAST EVENT TOOK PLACE THAT SUMMER. MY MOTHER HAD JUST GOTTEN ME
A KITTEN(THAT I SECRETLY HATED) BUT I HAD DONE SOMETHING THAT VERY EVENING TO
ANGER HER. IN THAT HOUSE I NEVER NEEDED A SPANKING, THREATENING TO MAKE ME
SLEEP IN MY ROOM WAS ENOUGH. THIS NIGHT SHE NOT ONLY THREATENED,SHE WENT
THROUGH WITH IT. AFTER A GOOD TONGUE LASHING AND A BATH, MY MOTHER SENT ME
TO MY ROOM. NOW BETWEEN OUR ROOMS WAS THE KITCHEN,DINING ROOM AND THE LIVING
ROOM. THE MINUTE MY MOTHER MADE IT TO HER ROOM, THIS HORRIBLE HOWLING AND
SCRATCHING COULD BE HEARD OUTSIDE OF MY BED ROOM DOOR. I SCREAMED FOR MY
MOTHER LIKE A CHILD POSSESED. NOW I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE THINKING, "SHE SAID SHE
HAD A CAT." CORRECT, BUT THAT CAT WAS AN 8 WEEK OLD DECLAWED KITTEN. NO WAY
COULD SHE HAVE MADE NOISES THAT LOUD OR SCRATCHED THE DOOR. I SCREAMED FOR
MY MOTHER ALL NIGHT, AFTER 2 TIMES SHE CAME NO MORE. I FINALLY FELL ASLEEP
FROM EXHAUSTION, THOSE AWFUL SOUNDS WERE THE LAST THINGS I HEARD BEFORE I
SLEPT. I WAS TOO TERRIFIED TO LEAVE MY ROOM BECAUSE I DIDNT KNOW WHAT WAS OUT
THERE. THE NEXT MORNING MY MOTHER FOUND ME BALLED UP BETWEEN THE BED AND THE
WALL,ALL OF THE BEDDING WAS WRAPPED TIGHTLY AROUND ME. I REMEMBER HER
TELLING ME LATER HOW I LOOKED LIKE I HAD SEEN A GHOST OR SOMETHING. NEEDLESS
TO SAY, WE MOVED OUT OF THAT PLACE A FEW WEEKS LATER AND I NEVER HAD ANOTHER
My mother was in a bar on the 23 of July. She did not come home that night.
The next day a friend of hers came to my house and told me that they found
her dead in the bar that morning. The coroner keeped her body for 3 days.They
still do not know what killed her.I had her funeral on the 27 of July she
wanted to be creammated.I did not bury the ashes yet.Since I have had her
ashes here at my house I hear things moving round in the house but when i go
in there where i heard it there is nothing there.My 2 year old was watching
T.V. one day when she looked at the door and started yelling nanna nanna with
her arms reaching out like she was wanting her nanna to pick her up.There was
no one there. My 5 year old sits and talks to her nanna she says.Like on her
birthday Dec.8,2000 she said her nanna came to her and told her Happy
Birthday and that she loved her.Now can you tell me what is go on here.Also
one other thing she lived right next door to me so is there any way possible
that when she died at the bar (about 3 blocks away) could her spirit come
This is my second story. I told the first one in "The House
Street". It happened in Fall 1984 in an apartment in a large apartment
complex located just outside of the back gate at Fort Benjamin Harrison,
Indiana. I moved there in September with my husband and 15 year old
son, as well as our completely unauthorized cat Eddie. Eddie managed to
live there for four weeks before he was discovered and had to be flown
back to my parents in Albuquerque, NM. This may have been important
because nothing happened until he was gone. Our apartment had 3
bedrooms, and was large and well designed. We loved it. However, I
noticed that I felt uncomfortable in the hall outside the first bedroom
which we used as a media room, that room was cold. So, I kept the door
closed when it wasn't in use. However, I never mentioned my feelings to
my husband or son. About one month after the cat departed, I woke up
one night feeling my face pressing into the pillow, due to the bed
shaking. Having just moved from a three year tour in Japan, land of
really good earthquakes, I thought it was an earthquake. However, I
found that I couldn't move! I was sleeping on my stomach with my head
turned to my left, and I couldn't lift my face out of the pillow. At
this point I was really scared. I could slide my eyes to the left, and
I managed to turn my face just enough that I could breath, but something
was pressing my head down, and holding my left arm down by the wrist.
By this time I was getting desperate. I slid my eyes up while
struggling to lift myself up and I saw two glowing red "eyes"? At that
point I really began to put everything I had into the business of
breaking loose. Whatever it was just left. I was not, and am not a
nervous person. This, however, was unsettling to say the least. I was
36 years old and a Captain in the Army at the time. I was not
particularly imaginative or impressionable. Aside from the inhospitable
media room, which stayed cold, there were no further incidents.
Hi my name is sarah. I've been riding horses for several years
i just thought i'd share this story with you about my first horse.
I got my first horse in 1993. i was about 7. It was a Small white mare.
She was adorable. her name was Spirit. (what a coincidence...) She was
about 10 when i got her. i rode her for a few years and we went to horse
shows and beat everyone. we were a perfect pair. eventually the enevitable
happens and i grew out of her. i got another horse. a Huge Black mare Named
Raven. i still kept my little Spirit pony. last year she was diagnosed with
Laminitis. which meant that she wouldnt' be able to be ridden any more.
( i let my sisters ride her) it also meant that she wouldn't have long to
live. She was also diagnosed with Equine Encephalitus. our whole barn had
to go under quarantine for the disease is very spreadable and is Fatal.
When Spirit was diagnosed, it was a terrible time. the State came out to
our stable and said that we had to put her down. my dad dug a huge hole
in the back of her pasture under her favorite tree ( we would go out in
the summer and find her laying under this tree in the shade ). we lead her
(limping) into the hole and i sat with her. the Vet injected her with the
stuff to put her to sleep and her knees buckled. she fell down and her head
landed in my lap. i began to cry. she looked me in the eye and her eye closed
slowly. she died. i was heart broken. my first horse was dead. i went to
school a few days later and i couldnt' concentrate on anything. i couldnt'
do anything at all. I couldnt' do anything with Raven either. everytime
i looked at her i saw Spirit. it was horrible. WEll one day i was standing
in my barn looking out towards the pasture where Spirit was burried. for
some reason i felt a strong pull towards it. i walked to the fence and peered
out. suddenly there was a loud Whinny. i looked down to the tree where she
was burried and i saw Spirit STANDING next to the tree. She reared up in
the air and took off running. She looked so free!! She was glowing... there
was an auora around her. she was beatiful. she ran and ran and bucked and
was having a wonderful time. by the time she got past me she whinnied again.
there were tears running down my cheeks. she fanished after she got past
the trees at the top of the field. she had come to say good bye. i went
down to her grave the next day and i found a fresh hoof print next to the
cross with her name on it. i was astounded. we didnt' have any other horses
in that field. she must have left her mark. i was relieved. i knew she was
in good hands and i knew she felt good. especially watching her out in the
My name is Martin and I live in Adelaide, South Australia. Last year,
two very close friends of mine went to London to live, and have just returned
briefly after a year. They told me tonight at a party that they have a
ghost in the house in London, where they live with two other Aussies. The
other couple have had no experiences with the ghost at all. My friends;
lets call them Frank and Alice; are affected very closely, especially Alice.
She's quite comfortable with the Ghost now, and calls him Kevin, as she has no way of knowing his name. Kevin likes her, but doesn't like Frank. He switches the light off when frank is in the shower, and stuff like that. He sleeps in the bed, but Frank doesn't feel him there. Frank is unsure what to believe, but he can see how Alice is about the whole matter, and trusts her, but at first, really did believe it was her switching the light off.
Anyway, Kevin doesn't do any harm, really. He seems to be kind. He isn't noisy or destructive, but he does snore! Alice walked around the bedroom one night trying to work out where the noise was coming from. Couldn't, and went back to bed, to find it was right there in the bed! She says it is actually a good feeling having him there. She includes him in her life, talks to him etc, and just treats him in a natural way. I think it's cool.
The bit that freaked me, though, is that he's come back here to Australia with her! I didn't know ghosts would do that. Alice's mother has heard him in the house and she's scared. two weeks ago, she was a non believer. She was at the same party tonight and I got to hear her story too. I suppose she's mostly worried that kevin might stay when Frank and Alice go back next week. I think it unlikely, as the connection seems to be Alice.
I'm really interested in this.
Tonight I encountered the Pink Lady of Asheville, NC. I had
never heard of
the haunting of The Grove Park Inn until a friend and I were looking down
toward the Palm Court Atrium floor from the lobby level three stories up.
He told me the legend as he knew it. I assume that it is a popular story
but if you need the details i can mail more. In effort to try not waste too
much of your time, my expierience was this:
We rode the elevator to the atrium floor because I had heard running water
and wanted to see the fountain hidden from view at the top. We stood in
front of the fountain and I suddenly felt a cold pressure on the back of my
neck that seemed to "get inside" and travel up through the back of my head.
I nearly lost my balance. I had to go to the bathroom so we went back to
the elevator and on the way up we stopped at both the floors that were
inbetween the lobby and the "N" levels and just looked out the elevator
doors so not to miss anything. Level 7 had a display of gingerbread houses,
level 8 was nothing special that I could see. We decided to return to look
at the gingerbread houses on level 7, but when we went to the 7th level it
was the empty room that I had seen on level eight. I figured we could at
least look around. So we did and we went back up a set of stairs from that
level to the lobby level. On our way back to the elevator we saw a sign
about the gingerbread houses on level 7. I thought the sign was misprinted
because we had just come from level "7" and it was the empty floor. We rode
the elevator to level 8 and just as i said "wouldn't it be strange if we
wound up on the empty level again?" the doors opened to that very level. I
felt extremely compelled to explore the level some more but i needed to see
level 7 again to ease my mind so we stayed in the elevator and finally got
to the gingerbread display. She communicated with me one last time as we
were leaving through the parking garage. We got in to another elevator (at
the other end of the hotel) and I watched the level indicator. There is not
a level 8 going to the garage, we only went one floor down, but the only
number that ever showed on that indicator was a red number eight and it came
on when were in between the floors. When i got home (after trying to figure
out what the three eights could mean) my original theroy was proven correct
by a web page on the ghost. Aparently the most activity comes from two
floors above the atrium floor (level 8) in room 545. To my knowledge no one
has tried to find out what it is about that room that's so important. I
will be researching that at the library tomorrow to make sure, but so far it
seems very little is known about this girl.
Here's my point. I have, in the past, been able to sense positive and
negative energies in certain places. I have felt the presense of my great
grandfather's ghost in our summer home. But my experience with the pink
lady was far beyond positive or negative, I feel as though she was
specifically trying to guide me somewhere on that 8th level. Possibly to
room 545. I cant explain the emmense empathetic feelings that I recieved
while on that level and it's unnerving me because I feel responsible to that
empathy somehow. My friend wants to return in a couple days with his friend
who is apparently experienced in talking to spirits to try to see and
communicate with her. I know that the form of communication she was using
was because i have never seen a ghost, and I don't know why i know, but she
seemed just as comfortable with that form as I am. Otherwise she would have
appeared like she has in the past. I found your website and it was the only
one i felt i might be able to learn from. If you have any suggestions on
what I should do next please share them with me. I feel the need to go back
but I don't want to make any mistakes. Thank you so much for reading this,
I apologize that it is so lengthy.