INCREDIBLE BUT TRUE

By: Jbkioko1@cs.com

            I have been living in my apartment for almost eight months. I live in
Gainesville,Florida.  I am 43 years old...my first encounter was in august of
2000. I felt a prescence{strongly}  in my apt. as my husband and i moved
in...so did he.  One morning in late august i got out of bed around 9
o,clock.  I went to the bathroom and turned on the big light via switch...all
was lit and ten after a few minuetes the switch went off by itself on the
side of the wall.  Well my intuition was running higher than before...I knew
then something was in our home.  I told my husband about it..thank the LOrd
up above that he did believe me..I am not lying!  Well, the next morning  I
got up my courage and went back im about the same time...but i put the
nitelight on  so in case something happened i wouldnt be too feafrful.. this
time I saw the nightlite switch turn itself off!  the big light was left
undisturbed..this something saw me and read my inner thoughts too i
believe...well another night went by and i started sleeping with lots olf
lights on.  I then asked the ghost or spirit to give me a sign.  i said if
youre a ghost turn the big light of if your an angel turn the little nitelite
off.  It turned the nitelight off!   One night i woke up to aloud roaring
sound of wind in my room...another time organ music,anothertime piano
music...then i felt something brush me like a feather or fingertips...then
there was a shadow downstairs of a child...and smells of a christmas tree
upstairs...before christmas and before we bought our tree!  I believe its a
ghost and an angel...we have taken pictures..my story is true..scary, amazing
to me. thankyou!

By: MORGANHARBOLDT12@prodigy.net

This all began three years agon (1998). My friend Jessie told me she had
seen a ghost in her house, and I didn't believe her at all. Until that
night. I was lying next to her in bed when all of a sudden I got the
coldest feeling , even though it was summer and their air conditioner
had broken down. I turned over to face the wall, and out of the corner
of my left right eye, I saw a figure right before my head hit the
pillow. I cocked my head to one side, and it was still there. It was a
woman, maybe 19 or 20, with long blonde hair and bright, icy blue eyes
(Hence, our nickname for her). Her dress was once white, but had turned
a sickly blue-green, like she had been drowned. Even her skin had blue
hues.
This freaked me out real bad. The next morning I told Jessie about it.
She hadn't told me yet what her ghost looked like, and when I told her
what I had seen, her jaw dropped and she said, "Yep, that's her."
For the next two years, I dreamt about ICY every night. We pieced
together the story of her death based upon each of our dreams: ICY's
real name was Isabelle Caroline Young, and she lived in Muskegon,
Michigan. On December 14, 1985, her school held a dance. Her boyfriend
got bored, so he took her up to a point, sort of a cliff, that
overlooked a lake. She then decided that this was the right time to tell
him that she was pregnant, but she didn't know if it was his. See, her
uncle had raped her, and she might be carrying his baby. But before she
could say anything, a dark figure knocked her boyfriend out cold with
the butt of an axe. Isabelle tried to scream for help. She jumped out of
the car, and started to run, but the figure hacked her with the axe 42
times. He then tied her body to a rock and dropped it and her into the
lake.
I discovered this only because when I went up to muskegon, I recognized
the same lookout point only about a mile from my dad's cabin. Plus,
while stranded on a raft one day, I saw a rock with a chain at the
bottom of the lake.
I only dream about ICY sometimes, but I think that our best friend,
Misty, is ICY reincarnated. She looks like ICY, except for the blue
eyes, and her birthdate is december 14, 1985. Oh, and I forgot to
mention that ICY is related to Jessie; it's jessie's great-aunt.

By: llacy@pacwest.net

My friend Adalina and I were at my house a friday night watching a show called the scariest places on earth. We wanted so much not to be scared as we really were so we started telling eachother we didn't believe in ghosts and that that was a bunch of foolish stuff for people to believe. Now, you don't know this yet but my house is older than it seems and it's-haunted. Three ghost are supposed to haunt my house and I've experienced them so i know it's true. All the sudden I realized what i had done and got extremely scared when i felt chills go up and down my spine and felt like i was being watched. My friend got cold but didn't think anything of it. All the sudden a from came into view but vanished just as quickly as it came. I have since experinced that several times and trust me you have never experienced a ghost it's truly bone chilling.

By: crowfemale@hotmail.com

   It is very hard to tell my experience to someone because I was afraid if people did not believe me. I kept this secret a very long time to myself. I had an experience about this young actor named River Phoenix. When I first use my ouija board, i thought I was talking to my other spirit friend. But something had change and my spirit friend did not came back. I got scared for a minute and I ask this spirit who are you? He said my name is River Phoenix and I need your help. I actually got shock at first. I truly believe that he is River Phoenix because that night got very cold, and I saw a white shadow in a dark. Then it become clearly, here he was he has long blonde hair by his shoulder, green eyes, he was 5'10'' tall.  He told me he could not rest in peace and he wanted me to help him. River, had save my life when I thought I was going to died when I had my breasts operation. I saw him for the first time, before he even contact me when I was using the ouija board. He said to me that God has send him down here with me to help me and for me to help him finish his unbusniess. It was very amazing experince i have with River Phoenix and it is still going on. I see him in my dreams when he going in the bar and showing me the sign what really had happen to him. He believes that someone tried to kill him. In my dreams I saw someone putting something in River's drink and I told him not to drink it because it is going to kill him. I felt his heart being so tight, i felt him shaking, he could not breathe. I felt the water splash on his face. Everything was a blur that when I saw him come out of the bar and fell down on the street and died. I saw him lift up on the suface and he was seeing his own body on the ground. He was scared, lost, confuse and he was angry. He did not really want to die. When I woke up I saw him standing by my window, he came over to me and I saw his tears. I tried to hold his hands and he felt so cold. I knew he was trying to tell me something. The dream I had about River it mean something to me. I honestly believe that River did not tried to kill himself. I believe that he was murder. I heard River speak to me. I wanted to write a book about my experince with River but I am too scared to do it. River wanted me to send messages to his friends and family, but I have a hard time to do that. I am telling the truth I did saw River as a ghost. I even light candles for him and I feel him all around me. River and I had shares so many secrets together and I know alot of River's Dark Secret that he never told anyone. He was the first one ever told me. In a way River and I are alike because we both share the same experince what happen to us. River save my life by an a evil force tried to kill me in my sleep. River warn me that there is a evil spirit trying to kill me. River is always there protecting me. I feel like he is my angel. He also fell in love with me too and I fell in love with him too. If it wasn't for River, I would be dead, too. So many times I almost died in my sleep, I was so close to go to River Phoenix. but he keep sending me back. It was not time for me to die yet. There was a reason why River won't rest in peace now because he is trying to help me and that he wanted me to help him to do his unfinished busniess. In a way, I like River around me because I enjoy his company and I am being there for him now because nobody have not been there for him when he used to be alive. I am trying to help River to find some clue but I don't know where to begin. I honestly believe when it time for me to die, I will be with River because he said he is waiting for me. One night I felt River touch me, and I saw him move the cup across from the table, i saw him move the curtians and open the doors and shut it. I heard his footsteps in my bedroom and i heard him whispering me. When River touch me it felt so amazing something i won't never forget. Some ways I don't know how I can help him about his unfinished busniess. But in a way, RIVER likes being down here with me and he does not want to rest in peace yet. I know he is lonely, scared, angry, sad, and confuse. But he knows I am there trying to help him some how. He knows now he is not alone because I am being there for him now. River knows there is a demon at my house but not sure how to stop the demon for attacking me in my sleep. But somehow River keep saving my life. I am not scare but i am scared of the demon. I still see River enter to  my dream and sometimes it repeat over and over. I am not telling a lie about this, but if i was telling a lie i would not be writing this now. But what I saw was real and very incrediable experience I won't never forget. River is still here with me in my house and he always follow me everywhere I go. I hear him talk to me in my mind and sometimes out loud. This has been going on since 1995. When I sleep in my bed, I feel River next to me and he touch me. It amazing feeling. Sometimes I feel him go inside my body trying to protect me from the demon trying to harm me. It feels so cold when he in my body and my hands would get very cold. I would sweat during the night sometimes. River tried to keep me warm. River Phoenix never tried to harm me. But he always tried to warn me about something what might happen. I don't know if people would believe my story but it is true what I am saying. River is my true love and he know he found his true love that is me and he wish he is alive today to be with me for real. In a way I know it hard to fall in love with someone who is dead, but it is possible and anything is possible. River and I love each other alot and we always tried to help each other one way or the other. But I won't forget the way how he touch me and how he save my life. River have change my life and he is trying to help my life get better. How can I contact River's family to send them a message from River? How can I write my first book about this experince and get it publish for people who wants to know the truth about River. I wish River was alive, too. But I know in my heart that he is still alive around me and his soul will never die. I believe in Ghosts and I had saw them many times in my life. I grew up in a haunted house and I honestly believe that some spirits had follow me when i moved a few times. I have so many experince about the Ouija Board and evil spirits. But I would not forget about River Phoenix that saved my life. I know that there is something out there and we are not alone. People can ask me questions and I will try to answer them. But I do need some help how to contact River's family and friends. If anyone knew River in real life please contact me at  crowfemale@hotmail.com   I need some help where i can find some clues to help River Phoenix to rest in peace. I also have a little psychic ability. I hear River all the time talking to me in my mind. I am scared to share my experince about this. Let me know what you think of my story? Should I write a book about this? I am very close to River Phoenix now and I am glad that he is here for me protecting me and I am trying to help him too. Bye for now.

By: isolda_@hotmail.com
 

I had just completed all my courses for my Law Degree, but I had to pass my
graduate exams, I had been an assistant professor at my University
(Universidad Francisco Marroquin, Guatemala, Central America) I had gotten a
special permission to use the premises after normal hours including weekends
and holidays.
On weekends, my study partner Maria, and myself would always have the
company of other students cramming for one exam or another, but mostly med
students, the regulars had special permits also, they were studying for
medical boards, and a few pre-meds that were still more interested in the
party scene than in studying, so they would spend all their weekends trying
to catch up for the Monday morning quiz.
The day my story happens, is November 1st,  All Saints Day, in my country
there is a special dish to eat on this day, besides the visits to the
cemeteries, etc and it is a holiday. I had about 80 finals to grade, and I
had rented 4 movies, but I was way behind my scheduled study program, I
decided it would be wiser to go to school (so I had no distractions) and
grade the finals, catch up on my studying and grab a burger since I don't
eat the traditional dish.  Once I got to school, the security officer told
me no one had come in (of the regulars) and that I had the school to myself,
I installed myself in my normal classroom, and I went to work.  Occasionally
I would hear footsteps coming towards my classroom, I would look up, the
doors are red with a little square window in the middle, and could see no
one, plus the steps would fall short of my door, during the morning I did
step outside to the restroom, smoke a cig and to check if anyone else was
around, it was already 1:00pm and I was still alone, like I said, I would
hear the footsteps.  So I just finished the last exam and my watch read
1:15pm and out of the blue I hear this huge crash and a piercing scream of
pain !  My first instinct was to run out, which I did and go check the
architecture drawing room.  The regulars were all in the bad habit of being
overcome by tiredness or sleep we'd go into the drawing room and pull the
drawing table to a flat position, climb on top and take a nap (floors were
always cold ) my thoughts were that someone had fallen from one of these
tables and had gotten hurt, I run in flip the lights on, nothing. By then I
got this horrible feeling, I flee back into my classroom get my things and
run upstairs to my car (roof parking lot) I pulled out of school as fast as
I could.
The eerie part is that once at home it hit me. A couple of months before,
Maria and I had arrived at school on a Sunday and our classroom was a total
mess, knowing it had been two of the pre-med regulars we barged in on them
in the next classroom and bickered about the mess they made, they apologized
BUT they told us something had happened to them that night. They had been
studying in their classroom one of them had been dowsing when they heard a
loud crash and a piercing scream. Thinking it had been the security officers
that had fallen from the 6th floor they ran out and looked over the
balconies, at the same time, the security officers came running downstairs
thinking it had been them goofing that had fallen. They searched all over
and found nothing.
It is also known that the elevator for the second building (floor 3 to 7)
moves on its own, opens and closes all the time. There has also been a
sighting of an old man walking on the 2nd floor of the first building and
when pursued will appear on the 6th floor of the second building.  The door
fly open on the 6th floor during night watch, and dozens of other little
stories.  Needless to say I never went back alone to study on a holiday.

He Was There

By: Chrls341@cs.com

This occurance happened back in 1983.  I was living with a roommate who had
her own house.  She had a boyfriend who was in maintenance at an apartment
complex.  He would visit often.  Two days before Christmas of that year, he
was responding to a  call in one of the apartments and walked in on a drug
deal.  He was shot and killed.  Three weeks later I moved out of my roommates
house.  I had a friend, John, help me move my stuff.  We went over to the
house on a sunday afternoon and my roommate was not home.  I remember walking
in the house and felt strange, and my friend did too.  I walked past the
bathroom and the toilet seat was down.  Two minutes later I walked by the
bathroom again and the toilet seat was up.  My friend John did not use the
bathroom.  Then, as we were going out the front door, the TV turned on by
itself to a football game.  Tom, the dead person, loved football.  He would
always come over on sunday afternoons to watch football.  I also remember him
not putting the toilet seat back down.  LOL  My friend and I literally felt a
chill go up our spines.  I know he was present in the house at the time.

By: Cheshirecat80672@cs.com

OK, I have always considered myself sensitive, but after I became a witch I
really noticed it flare up.  I was always told I was paranoid, but you tell
me.
I moved into my grandparents house about a year after my grandfather died (we
lost them a day apart).  Unfortunately I had the last pick of rooms and I was
given the middle room (the same room my grandfather died in), and with the my
luck also got his bed.  Well, needless to say to this day I don't feel
comfortable in that room. I had this feeling like I was never alone in there.
 It wasn't a bad feeling, but uncomfortable.  Late one night I woke up from a
noise (the foot of my bed faces the closet) I looked at the closet and my
grandfather was standing there looking inside.  That was the last night I
spent in that room.  This was only one of the many occasions I happened to
bump into him. Two days later I was moved into my grandmothers room.  At the
time I was really close to my cousin so she always spent the night.  One
night she woke me up and told me to look at the foot of my bed.  This did not
surprise me to much because if you stand in that place to long you start to
get light headed and you skin goes numb (well I guess it is only me, nobody
else would do it).  At the end of my bed there was a mist. I know as cheesy
as it sounds, but I have several people who will attest to seeing the same
thing.
About every four or five days that I sleep there, I have the distinct honor
of hearing my grandfather tromps through the house at 2:03 in the morning.
This wouldn't be so bad except every time I'm awaken I end up wide awake.
I wish this didn't effect me still, but it does.  About two years ago I
noticed that there was something much worse than my grandfather in my house.
I don't know exactly when it started because I had moved back in with my
mother, but I had visited my dad shortly after I had become a witch.  I was
standing in the kitchen doing dishes and I heard the back door open and
close.  The footsteps moved up the steps and stopped at the door of the
kitchen.  I stopped what I was doing.  Thinking that my cousin had come to
see me, I looked up and waited for her to come through the door.  The
footsteps stopped at the top of the steps, turned around and went back out
the door, politely closing it behind them.  I went to look and there was no
one outside.  So I went back to doing the dishes.  Keep in mind the hair on
the back of my neck had started to stand on end when the door opened.  Not
two minutes later I heard the back door open and the whole ordeal started
over.  This time I ran to the entrance way and there was no one there.  This
continued about three more times.  I was in hysterics, ran to my room,
grabbed the phone and called my friend Sarha, I asked her if she could come
and get me early.  I hung up the phone and listened.  There it was again,
except this time the footsteps didn't stop at the kitchen door.  They
continued through the kitchen, into the hall, to the door of my room.  I felt
the room get really cold.  This is where my sensitivity kicked in.  I have
this knack of feeling what it is trying to tell me or convey.  I had this
overwhelming feeling of fear and not so far under the surface a lot of anger.
 It came into the room and though I couldn't see it, it backed me up into the
corner of my room.  I was about to start screaming when I heard Sarhas tires
on the gravel in the driveway.  It must have heard my rescuer to because I
could feel it withdraw.  At the time I hadn't noticed the drop in
temperature, but when Sarha came running into my room it looked like she hit
a wall.  She froze at the door, looked at me cowering in the corner and asked
how long ago it left.  I couldn't even speak, I just stood there shaking.
Later on when I was safely at her house she told me that the room felt like
it was about 50 degrees in there.  We came to the conclusion that we had to
find some way to get this thing to leave me alone.  After one trip to the
local herb shop and a large chain bookstore we had come to the discussion
that I had to demand that if it was going to live with me it had to stop
harassing me.  Well, not five days later I was once again standing over the
sink when the hair on the back of my neck and arms stood up and I felt a hand
reach out and touch my shoulder.  I spun around and started yelling, well
maybe screaming at it is a better description.  I told it that it was not
aloud to touch me or sneak up on me.  Well, it must have listened because
from that day on it never tried to intimidate me.  Although he has started
whispering.  Babble, that I constantly tell it I can't real understand.
Unfortunately it sounds muffled, like if you leave a TV on in a room and
close the door.  It still continues to whisper if I'm not paying attention
and let my mind wander on with me.
 

By: ksderrick@hotmail.com

I go to St.Ambrose school.To me and many others the school is haunted.For one almost every day the lights go of for half a second and suddenly one of our three computers turns on.There is a nother tale that I believe is true because I have witnessed it.The girls bathroom near the cafertira is haunted.I took my friends to go check it out after school.So we did and we heard and saw something spine tingling.The faucets turn on and off.The lights dim.And you hear girls footsteps and sometimes talk.If that isn`t scary if you look at the door theres a messege written on to it that says Who ever reads this has a curse.

Great Grandmothers Visit

By:dsanchez@kiva.net

I am only sixteen years old but have always heard my house was haunted. I, being fifteen at the time, didn't believe it. One night about six or seven months ago, my best friend and cousin were spending the night with me. In the middle of the night my cousin, who was ten at the time, woke me becouse she thought she heard noises in my closet. We sat there lisnting for a good ten menunts but didn't hear any thing. By this time I had to use the bathroom so I woke my bestfriend to sit with my cousin. While I was in the bathroom my cousin and bestfriend swear up and down that saw someone or something part the clothes in my closet and jump out. I didn't believe them untill three days ago. About two weeks ago my parents and I moved my room to the basement so that all of us would have are own room. And just three days ago I was awoke by the sound of footsteps on our basement stairs, but only thought it was my brother coming to get my phone. After calling out what he wanted, I realized it wasn't my brother. So I got up to see who it was but fond no one on the stairs. When I went back to my room I saw the figure af my dead great-grandmother on the foot on my bed. I now believe that my house is haunted and won't let people tell me other wise.

Never Alone

By: IRELANDCLOVER@webtv.net
 

   I had moved into a new house with my parents and the rest of my
family about 13 years ago. It was about 6 years into living in that
house that a couple things happened.
   I alwys felt like someone was watching me from the two windows in my
room in the attic.
I would hear bumps in the night and my mom would tell me it is just and
old house . Well one night I was sleeping in my room in the attic and
about 3 in the morning I woke up wide awake to look at the two little
windows at the front of the house. All of a sudden there was a man
walking pas the first one to the second one turn look at me turn again
and walk into the dark.
   I pulled my covers over my head and stayed like that. The next
morning I awoke to a man wispering in my ear saying a name like
corneileo.
   Let me just say that I never slept up there again And I will not go
up there at night alone.

By: Coveralltravel@gateway.net
 

Hi,
  Last summer I went to Ireland. My family and I stayed in Dromoland Castle.
While I was in the basment with a friend I met in my group, playing pingpong
she saw a shadowy figuer behind me, in the halway. I also felt a coldness and
a strange feeling. So we ran upstairs. Very sacry. My sister while exploring
the grounds had a strange feeling in some parts. We also stayed in some other
castles, but no other things happened.

By: Ncollins1980@aol.com

I was recently reading some of the fascinating stories on your web page.
After reading them i decided that i would write to you with some of my own
experiences.
i have always believed that the supernatural exist, but when i have tried to
tell my experiences to some of my family members i am always met with
scepticism.
The first event happened when i was baby-sitting for my aunt. i was sixteen
almost seventeen (i'm 21 now), and i had a regular job baby-sitting my aunts
2 children on a sunday evening when she would go out with her female friends,
and her husband would go to the local social club. Before the experience i
had always had an uncomfortable feeling there, especially her staircase. the
way her home was built was that she had her shower downstairs just underneath
the staircase, and whenever i had a shower i used to get a feeling that if i
didn't run into the sitting room then something was going to get me.
The night that my first experience happened it was just like any normal
sunday evening with me doing homework and then going to bed around midnight.
I must have went to sleep almost at once, then i remember being woken up by
something, it was a noise from downstairs, i looked at the clock and it was
around AM and i just thought it was my aunt returning from her night out. I
also remember my cousin's dog, who had never woken me before in the months
before, was going crazy,barking,running around and growling. Then all of a
sudden the lights to the bedroom hall came on, i lay there pretending to be
asleep because i knew pretty soon that my aunt and uncle would begin to argue
about the time she was returning, and I also didn't want them to think i
would be listening to them. Anyway, something made me peek around the corner
of my duvet, and all i saw was the shape of a person, about 5 '3 and blonde
walk into my aunt and uncles room. I just thought it was my aunt and set
about returning to sleep, all of a sudden my uncle stumbled out of the room,
sees that I am awake, and asks 'did you switch on the lights?", i told him i
didn't and because he was half asleep he didn't think anything else of it.
After he switched the light off i had a very hard time going to sleep after
he turned the light off.

By: ChicaBalla@aol.com

Alright, I have never met either of my grandparents but I think that I might
have seen one after he had passed. One night, I was in my living room and
watching television. My mom was in her room laying down because she has some
really bad problems with her back and is in pain most of the time. I had to
go put my hair up and so I went down the hall to the bathroom to get a hair
rubberband. I noticed my mom's light was off so I went to go shut her door so
not to disturb her, as I reached for the knob I noticed a white figure on the
lower corner of her bed. As soon as I made "eye contact" with the man on the
corner he got up, turned and walked towards the closet and was gone. I was
never afraid or scared just more curiouse. The next day I came home from
school and saw my mother had put up new pictures in our hallway with those
frames with a lot of spots for pictures. There was a picture of my
Grandfather in a white or khaki colored shirt and pant set. I think it was
him just watching over my mother and just seeing how she was doing.

  Ghost Games

By: Blondie1CQ@aol.com

after reading enought stories that sound like mine i now know that im
crazy.my brother and boyfriend live in a house that is made of stone and old
as dirt and it is broken into two apartments.my brothers friend and
girlfriend live in the other have.well im over the house everyday.you can say
i live there.the first thing to happen was while i was in the bathroom the
door flew open bashing against the door and when i jumped up and ran in the
hall there was no one there.ok i think to myself.the next time i walk to the
bathroom the door opens for me.ok again i think to myself.then one time in
the middle of the night i came out of a room and i saw who i thought was my
boyfriend waiting to scare me in the dark so i kept walking by and i turned
to say you dont scare me and no one was there.i saw a man plain as day but
now i think about it and i didnt see features in his face and i checked
everyone was in ped and there was no way he could of got past me.so i started
telling about the strange things and more things started to happen to just me
and then if someone else came it stopped.sounds of growling in the wall cold
breezes.then it got worse to where i felt gripped up by my shoulder in the
basement and i felt my shoulder and the skin was pulled up as if in someones
hand.it hurt to much.then it got worse that now its showing its around to
others.over and over again it walks up the stairs heavy footed and when me we
open the door no one is there.it knocks on the door.it just recently grabbed
my brothers girlfriend and pushed her in the hallway.she freaked out and wont
come back.when i was out front of the house i looked up at the window to see
a boy looking out and no one was in the house.that there is two people i know
of in this house scaring us.in the other half of the house it slammed the
door in their face and one night the girlfriend of my brothers friend living
there saw a man sitting on her couch watching the fireplace and she
screamed.just like that he was gone.at first it was kind of funny but now it
hurts people and growls and throws things..thanks for reading my long
story.there is alot more to write but who has day to read it.

By: EARTHWINDNSKY@cs.com
 

hello,my name is john,i live in lake worth fla,have for all my life
.i have had so many unexplained experiences since my youth,butfirst i want
you to know that im a christian and will not decieve you or anyone to the
facts of what im going to tell you ,its up to you,but to me its real and has
actually happened,but the one i want to tell you happened in 1989,i had
gotten a divorce in 1988 ,i moved back in to my mothers house ,im 47 yrs old
now,my bedroom was my mothers couch which rest facing north to south,the
front of the house faces east and to the back of the house faces west,one
night as i lay sleeping,my brothers dog began to bark alot,then
stopped,having woken up becuse of this i thought maybe a person was passing
by as they sometimes do in the neihborhood,(please forgive the mispelling)as
i was about to go into sleep i must have been in betwenn sleep and awake.as
my eyes wondered to the side door of my mothers house which could be seen
,for my pillow was in the north position,the door leads to the carport facing
north,the north door.thriugh this door,came a spirit of a girl who came to my
head position,all i saw was a glowing outline ,of a girl whose hair was
short,i sensed that i knew her,for i would say she was around 12 yrs old.she
came to me and said"thank you"now i thought that was strange .after she said
that she went back thriugh the door in which she came in and the strangest
thing happened ,my brothers dog started barking and chasing the apparition as
it was leaving out the door.i had heard that dogs can sense or even see
things we cant .but i know that this was real .but i had the feeling i knew
this person at one time.had no further contact .many more things have
happened when i was growing up there .but one thig for sure this spirit knew
me.

By: jayme@cnwl.igs.net

All my life i have been moved from one house to the next.Well ever since
I was young i could hear voices in some of the places that i lived but nomatter
what i said no one would listen to me.Finly when i moved out of my mothers house and
 got married my wife has seen me be attacked and has also heard
some of the voices.The first time she saw something we lived in a small two
bedroom house i was fixing dinner and was hit two times once with a double
a battery and the second time was a big solid metal earring . That is when she
started to believe me .Then we moved into a farm house that had to be over 100
 years old this was just before the ice storm of 98. My wife and children were
sitting inour living room when i heard at least four to five voices chating back and
forth .Ihad tuned to my wife and asked her if she heard anything when she said yes i
felt a big releif .Than the ice storm came and i sent the wife to go stay with her sister
.Thats when it got really strange the voices that we both heard started
addessing me by my name.The night befor my wife and kids got home one voice
told me to look for it! Till this day i still don't know what it is. I still hear voices if i
 walk in to a house that is haunted.   thankyou for listening to my story this information is all
truth i would swear on the bible!

 First Time

By: walnutridge_2000@yahoo.com

This is the first time this story has ever been told
to anyone outside of our family so I hope that
everyone finds it as interesting and chilling as me
and my family have.  It all started about two years
ago when I stayed the night with my sister in her new
house in NE Texas.  I was lying on her couch watching
tv, when out of the corner of my eye I saw someone
standing behind me, they were wearing a gray
sweatshirt.  I just assumed it was my sister and said
hi, I then turned back around and there was no one
there so I went into my sisters room to see if she
wanted anything, she was in the shower!  I freaked out
so I sat in her room until she got out of the shower.
I didn't say anything to her about it because I was
afraid she would be scared since she was often home
alone as her husband is truck driver.
 Two weeks after this inccident my sister and her
husband came to our house for a visit.  As my brother
in law was talking to my father he mentioned that he
will be laying in his bed sometimes and out of the
corner of his eye he will see someone in a gray
sweater standing at the bar in the kitchen and when he
gets up to investigate further, he finds no one in the
entire house.  My father told him and my sister that i
had seen the same thing but it seemed to scare my
brother in law more than it did my sister.
 On another visit me and my niece fell asleep on the
living room floor watching tv, my niece had been long
asleep when I began to hear a creaking noise and due
to the previous inccedent I automatically decided that
it was the rocking chair recliner rocking by itself.
I was honestly scared to death, I am 16 and I was
afraid to turn around and look.  After trying forever
to wake my niece she finally woke up I explained to
her the situation and told her to run as fast as she
could to her mothers bedroom, i also followed and as I
was going out I happened to look back and I was right
the chair was rocking very fast and by itself.  I laid
in my sisters bedroom floor for an hour listening to
the noise before I fell asleep.  The next morning when
I told my sister she just laughed and told me I was
crazy.
 A few weeks later the man who owns my sisters house
came by and wanted to know if she would like to buy
the house instead of just renting he then told her
,"this house just has to many bad memories for me", my
sister also found out later in the same week that the
owners son had fallen off the back of a tractor and
into the tractor discs and died in her backyard, and
there is still an old tractor disc and many very old
childrens bicycles behind her shop.  There are two
rooms in the house that everytime me or my other
sister ,who lives in Arkansas, go in them we get this
strange feeling of being watched and or followed and
the rooms always have a damp feel to them.  Well if
anyone has any questions they can e mail me, hope you
enjoyed this storie.

By: hum@i-o.net.au

These are a few of the things that could be ghosts that have happened to members of my family.
My Grandmother didn't believe in ghosts, they dont fit with the religion she was taught. My Grandfather died suddenly, at home. My Grandmother was with him as they waited for the ambulance that didn't get there in time. The next night and for every night for two weeks he would come back and hold her till she slept, just as he had for 40 years. The last night he told her " I cant keep coming here like this".
My Mother has no interest in the supernatural, despite the fact she had pretty regular contact with " ghosts" at her last job. The spirit of a nurse friend who worked on the ward and died  as a patient there after a long illness was regularly seen making the rounds. There were lots of ghosts reported in the hospital but this one is the most interesting, as she was seen regularly by  fellow nurses and was recognised.
That hospital closed about 5 years ago along with another local hospital. Since the closures both hospitals have had security guards there at all times. All the guards I have met have interesting stories to tell about the hospitals, including the singing in the chapel that suddenly stops if the chapel door is touched.
My husband has had many odd experiences but there haven't been many of late. The most recent one involved an earring I made years ago. We were both playing on the computer when he yelped "hey!" .The earring had hit him smartly on the cheek. We have no idea where it came from, I certainly didn't throw it and we were the only ones there. Interestingly I recognised the earring. I had thrown it out 4 houses before.

By: fth@cox-internet.com

Here is one experience which I have had second hand information from. A second will follow. In the early years of my Army career as a Military Policeman, I was assigned to a small base known as Arlington Hall Station. This base is located on the intersection of State highway 50 and George Mason Drive in Arlington, Va.  At the time I was assigned to the base, it was basically your normal, run of the mill, ordinary Army type military installation. There was a main building from which most of the military activities functioned, known as Building1 or Headquarters. Strange activities occurred within this building. The building contained numerous alarms throughout, and almost upon queue, alarms were activated within, every night, which we as MPs were directed to investigate and clear. Numerous stories evolved from such incidents, however I will convey only that which I know personally. I have always been a skeptic, and I am still somewhat of one, but my first encounter was during a semi-hourly, nightly security check of the entire building. The facility consisted of numerous areas which required a Military Police check throughout the day and night. On this particular night, I was conducting a security check throughout the building as usual, starting from the 4th floor and working down. There were large filing cabinets (too big to move single handedly) which were required to be checked on each walkthrough. Upon completion of clearing the 4th floor, I was nearing the completion of clearing a security check of the third floor, when I heard what sounded like a large filing cabinet (with great weight) being slid across the floor on the 4th floor. I contacted the main desk on the 1st floor to verify whether or not anyone was within the building.
The person on the main desk informed me that there was noone in the building. Given the size and weight of most of the filing cabinets which were within the building (some in excess of 500 lbs) I figured that whomever it was, was much stronger than I. Upon a second check of the building, about 50 minutes later, I found nothing out of place.
   The second incident occurred while I was providing security in another building, and I basically heard over the military police radio and information from those involved in the activity.   On this particular night, within the building which I previously discussed, there were numerous activities occurring. The MPs working on the desk on the first floor were experiencing audible sounds in the form of footsteps, through-out the night. The desk was located centrally within the building. The sounds which were occurring above the desk were similar to that of a person walking on a hardwood floor, and suddenly walking on a carpet. The shift supervisor was dispatched to the scene, and within minutes of his arrival, the activity occurred.
The shift supervisor and his additional patrol immediately investigated the incident within seconds, and revealed nothing at the top of the second flight of stairs. During the entire ordeal, a second patrol was driving outside the building, at which time he observed a woman whom entered the second floor female bathroom of the building, and appeared to be primping herself. He called to the main security desk to relay the information, with a description of a woman in an older type floral print dress, whom continually enters and exits the bathroom checking herself in the mirror.
  All attempts were made to investigate the occurrences of this activity. It was never founded.
  The phenomenon which occurs within the building supposedly originates from a young woman, whom attended a school for females in the early 20th century, who became impregnated from a stablehand, and committed suicide due to the fact that it would have brought shame to her family.
More to follow (Ft McNair)

Jim Come Back

By: OWAThrill@aol.com
 

  I worked closely with a man in his
mid 50's. Was very special to me. He was diagnosed with hemocromotosis, and
underwent a liver transplant. Survived the surgery but never regained
consciousness.
A couple years later, I was racing some movies to the video store. As someone
who naturally "flies" I was on my way back and still in my "racing" mood. We
lived about 4 miles out this long, dark, curvy at times, road in Smyrna TN,
just south of Nashville. I was in my car by myself, and as I approached the
worst curve on the road, this smell filled my car. Instantly I knew the smell
but couldn't place it. I slowed down, looked around the car, as best I could
since I was still driving, I remember looking in my rearview in the backseat
a couple times, still trying to recall where I knew that smell. At one point,
I rolled down my window to see if it was coming from the outside. It wasn't.
Just past the curve, the thought hit me where I knew the smell from. My
friend, Jim, my co-worker/mentor who had died, had been on some very strong
medicines before his death. The meds created an odor around him when you were
near and his breathe had a certain smell that I'm sure was induced by the
medicine. The smell that I smelt in my car was exactly this. I had never
smelt it before nor after his death. Then the thought, clear as a bell came
to me, Jim had come to me to slow me down on that curve. I swear this to this
day. Needless to say, it was scary, and I raced the rest of the way home.
That night as I lay in bed, I remember looking up in the 4 corners of the
room, saying "Jim, are you here?". I didn't really think so, because that
smell had disapaited just round the curve.
To this day, almost 14 years later, I have never encountered it again. I know
without a doubt the smell, as it was "burned' into my memories of Jim.  After
it was over, I remember thinking "Jim, come back, I would love to talk to
you", but never another appearance.

Story From England

By: Angelbaby21ny@cs.com
 

Hello, I live in New York but my story comes from England.  My husband pasted
away in July of this year because his mother lives in England and because of
her age his sisters and I though it would be best not to tell her of his
passing.  At age 92 we were afraid the news would brake her heart so badly
she would pass as well and since there was so many miles between them and her
hearing so bad they almost never talked on the phone we didn't see any need
at this time to brake this wonderful woman's heart.
This story starts a few months ago, his sisters and I are very close and
still speak on Saturday moorings.  This one Saturday in Jan. I called and
things went as always asked about the grandchildren and how mother is feeling
and everyone in England.  This is when she said, you know mother has been
speaking to our George (this is my husband who has pasted).  I listen closely
to what she was saying.  This is the funniest thing she keeps telling me to
get her shoes and give them to George we need to go home.....Now the problem
with his it that the home she lives in now is been home for 200 years for
this family and she is seeing George as a young boy.  My sister in-law keeps
telling her, Mother you know George is in America and he is a man now ... but
she get very dismay with that and just keeps speaking to him as if he is
standing right by her...he was very close to his mother since his dad passed
away when he was 5yrs.  and she never remarried....
My though on this is I have heard that when you go you return to the time you
were the happiest, is this true.  When he was a child he was very happy is he
helping his mother to cross over.  The other thing is George and I had a
wonderful live just to short and we cared so very much for each other in
every way.  I talk to him everyday and tell him how much I love and miss him,
I have his pictures up in the living room and one on my dressed and night
stand in my bedroom. I miss him so much and want to know it there is anything
I can say or do to have him come to me.  I have been told he will come when I
am ready I want to be ready now. To be able to seen him even in my dreams
would be the best for me.  It makes me so sad that IM not seeing him in my
dream, I though I did one night and wanted to open my eyes and couldn't so I
let out a loud noise and the feeling was gone, this made me say I wish he
would come back if for only one more time.

By: PORNSTAR200069@hotmail.com

Hey Dave, I enjoy your site, it comforts me that this isn't just happening to me!
I'm 19 years old now and I lived in my old house for 15 years. The house was fine, it was the road that was the problem. The road is called (# 1 side road) A.K.A (RR#1) In Burlington Ontario, Canada. The road is about 2km long and has lots of hills with a total of 6 houses on it.
It all started about 12 years ago,I would be about 7 yrs old. I had a dream about two girls (sounds pretty good so far) who destroyed their dads new Jag and were both killed as their car hit a tree in the bottom of the ditch. About 2-3 days later I woke up to the sound of sirens from Emergency vehicles. When two girls shopping for fathers day crashed their dads new car on the road and both girls were killed in the accident. The road has about 10-20 foot ditches and the girls lost controll and went down the ditch and ended up in an old tree, destroying the car and taking their lives.
After this accident every now and then when my parents would drive down the street you would see a car coming towards us in the distance, as it got closer we would be going over the hills and loose sight of this car every few seconds, it would appear to veir off the road and disapeer as we went down the hills. This freaked me out a lot!
5 years later ,6 teenagers driving down the street lost controll of their vehicle went through the ditch rolled upside down and hit a tree, the car burst into flames, the driver and front passenger got out alive, but unforchanatly the 4 people in the back of the car screemed for help as they burned alive in the car. All the neibors tried franticaly to save the peoples lives but being a chemical fire (the gas) it was hopeless with only a few fire extinguishers. The 4 people in the car died. Another man driving his pick-up truck down the street exactly one year to the date (June 11th) at night, when his truck burst into flames, he swerved off the road into the ditch and was killed as he hit a tree and was thrown through the windshield. The father of the one teenager who died in the burning car commited suicide in the same spot his son died 5 years to the date.  To add to this nightmere Kristen French a victom off Paul Benardo(sereal rapest and killer) was found on #1 side road in the same spot where the first two girls were killed in the car accident.
At a later date I had to do a project for my school on the street we live on, we had to find out when it was built, who it was named after ext...
I found out the street was oringinally a driveway for a farmer who owned all the property in the 1800's. The farmer was accused of killing his wife and daughter, they found the body of his wife but still to this day never found the body of the daughter. The farmer was convicted and was hung in the nearby town of Milton. The ruins of the house are still there, they were located at the edge of our property line on the other side of the fence. Many people say that the body of the daughter was buried under the road, we have since sold the house and moved last year 2000. Another odd thing about the road is that all the trees along the road seem to be dead, all the trees in the nearby forests are alive and healthy. Is this all a coincidence or is there a disterbed spirit, what it was i do not know. If anyone has any answers E-mail me at PORNSTAR200069@hotmail.com
 Thanx 4 your time
 

By: SNA1997@cs.com

   This is a story told by a cousin of mine.  I believe what she said is
true because it just didn't happen to her but my mom also. Here is my
cousin's story:
    My grandpa passed away in Dec. 26, 1991, by not of natural death, but by
a horrible death...he was murdered.  My grandma had witnessed this and we are
very lucky that she had made it through the horrible trauma.
    The night my grandpa was murdered, my cousin, we'll call her jen, had
just came home to an empty house after a band practice.  She was even
wondering where everyone had gone.  Without knowing her family had left to go
to my grandparents house because of my grandpa just being murdered.  She
decided to lay on the sofa in the living room and watched t.v..
    About 10pm the phone rang and this jilted her off her nap.  Jen answered
the phone but nobody was there, just dead silence.  Again a few minutes
later, the phone rings again and Jen answered but again nobdy there.  She was
getting frustrated and decided next time the phone rang she was going to give
the caller a piece of her mind.  So then the phone rings again, but this time
someone had answered...it was our grandpa asking her where Julie (her mom/his
daughter) was at.  She told grandpa she didn't know and that's when he told
her good bye and will see her later.
    So Jen went back to her nap.  Jen started having this bad feeling that
made her feel sickly.  So she got up and walked to the kitchen and get
something to drink thinking it may help her feel better.  As she got back to
the living room and turned on the television.  But out of the corner of her
eye, from the living room window she thought she saw someone standing outside
looking in.  She looked again and thought it was just shadow maybe coming
from the light in the living room reflecting off something.  She didn't pay
it anymind because the curtain might have something to do with the silhouette
she just saw. But when she looked again the silhouette was gone.  This
freaked her out and she ran to my other cousins house which was just next
door.
    Well when she got to my other cousins house they just told her they
received a bad news from her mom.  She was all in a panic and told them
someone was just at her house looking in through her living room window and
this scared her because the thing just disappeared.   This scared my other
cousins too because they just told her that the bad news was our grandpa was
just murdered and her mom and family was at the scene.
    Jen came to think of it that the phone calls and the shadow at the
window...was of our grandpa. And she thought of that last sentence he told
her on the phone..."good bye and see you later."

By: fpike1271@home.com

It began when I was about 11-13 years old.  My family moved to a new subdivision in Mississauga, Ontario, Canada.  It used to be an apple orchard and there were 3 old homes circa 1850 that dominated the subdivision.  These were the last to be demolished and most of the subdivision was built while these 3 homes were upright but abandoned due to family death and sell off of the land.  I was sleeping over at a friends house, there were 3 of us, and we decided to visit the last home at the top of the hill that was abondoned.  The builder had smashed out all the windows and doors as it was scheduled to be demolished in a week.  As we approached the house, I got a really bad feeling and refused to go in.  I was called chicken and all the names in the book but I somehow knew something was in there.  My 2 friends went in there, one carrying a BB gun.  I waited about 50 yards from the house, it was near 11pm and very dark.  I all of sudden saw a dark green glow around the knocked out bay window in the front of the house.  20 seconds later it was pulsing bright white and 10 seconds later my friends jumped out of that window, with one firing the BB gun back into the house.  We ran home and swore that we would all agree it didn't happen.
The next instance came when I was at a party when I was about 17-18, people were playing with a Ouija board and when I came into the room the board piece began to jump.  It asked me to leave, when they asked why, It stated because I knew.  I said to someone in the living room that I felt someone was in the shrubs in the backyard.  I never didn't know the people playing the Ouija board, but one member playing came to me and asked if i knew wher ED was, and i said in the shrubs in the backyard, her face went white and she ran to the other room.  Apparently it kept spelling HE KNOWS.
I am almost 30 now and lately I can walk into a room and  "sense" something is there.  Recently myself and my fiance moved into a cica 1940-50's apartment building.  I woke in the middle of the night and sensed somthing outside our bedroom window which is ground floor.  I found myself spiralling downward, somewhere between dreaming and awake.  I was aware of my fiance's body next to mine but could not move or speak.  It took everything I had to draw my inner strength and awake with a loud noise.  I told my fiance it must have been a bad dream.
Don't get me wrong, I probably walk into a room with a ton of ghosts and not feel a thing, just at certain times.  A friend of mine passed away, LOY, I won't give his last name but when I went to the funeral home, as soon as I walked in, I wanted to get out.  I felt Loy standing behind his wife as if to say it was okay.  But the feelings were too stron for me and I broke down.  I had only worked with Loy for about a year and was working in a different area 2 years after we worked together.
I am wanting to get rid of this, and am looking for serious replies only.  It is affecting my social life and work life.  Serious replies only to seniorfish@hotmail.com please.  If you reply use the title of Ghoststories so I now what to keep and delete.
Thanks - this has been a great weight off of me to know there are others like me.

Apache ghost

By: joelerman@earthlink.net
 

My friend who lives on a lot  in Apache Junction,Arizona near Superstition Mt.   A decade  in the evening she washed the dishes & she looked over the kitchen window....she saw the spirit of Apache Indian head (long black hair with face) without a body floating outside by the side of her mobile home!  Her husband woke up at night someone crushed his big toe few times.  His wife was on the phone and she could hear clearly "he he he he he "  voice.  There were some minor happenings on their lot property.

MP Story

By: fth@cox-internet.com

During my last tour on active duty in the Army as a Military Policeman, I was assigned to the Military District of Washington Military Police Company, Ft McNair, Washington D.C.  During the revolutionary war, this base was also known as Greenleaf Point. It was an ammunition storage area and a key strategic area during that time. Sometime during the war, Greenleaf Point was about to be overtaken by the Brits, so American forces took precautions to remove everything possible prior to the invasion, and all gunpowder and explosive material not immediately capable to be removed was stored in a deep well which was out of reach of enemy forces. During the invasion of Greenleaf point, a British soldier of an unknown identity struck a match in an attempt to "see" deeper into the well, which resulted in a mass explosion, killing many of the invading force. To this day, glimpses of British Redcoats have been sighted by many people. One such story was in 1994, when a Military Policeman was conducting a routine security check of the post, and was completing a check of what is now known as the Officers Club, after hours. At the rear of the club, the MP was checking one of the access doors, when he noticed a glowing light toward the rear of the building. As he stood watching, this light moved in his direction rather quickly, and soon appeared at the rear door as the form of a British Redcoat soldier! The MP drew his weapon, however found he was incapable of firing into the entity due to a lack of response from his fear. As related from the MP, it was noted that the entity traveled into his person, (feeling the entrance as a suction of his MP uniform into his own body) and exited through the rear ( as a pulling of the uniform away from his body). The MP then ran to his vehicle, and drove at a high rate of speed back to the MP station, at which time he entered and shakily relayed the story to his supervisor. Ft McNair is a very small post, which is barely 1 mile in circumference. The distance the MP traveled at the time was approximately 1/4 mile, and the speed he claimed to have obtained was @ 50 MPH. While he was driving, he insisted that the entity was levitating and remained in the vehicles rear for most of the distance, at the same speed, taunting him.
  Other stories of supernatural activities have been claimed on this post also. Ft McNair was once the site of a Civil War prison camp, of which many prisoners lost their lives, most of which were through the flooding of the Potomac Riviera rising above her banks, drowning an untold number of prisoners. Guards and employees have heard such things as voices, chains and sighted entitities within the established buildings still in use at the Fort.
   The ghost of Mary Sarrate, one of the Lincoln conspirators, is said to frequent this Fort. (This was the Fort in which the Lincoln conspirators were hanged.)  She was witnessed on occasion running across the parade field, levitated a couple feet off the ground, from the west end of the parade field heading east.  It is also said that on snowy or foggy nights, the parade field has been host to apparitions, with eyewitness sightings of civil war soldiers conducting military drills or ceremonies, which immediately afterward, revealed no signs in freshly lain snow or morning dew.

Jersey City

By: ngennace@earthlink.net

As a child I lived in a house in Jersey City which my mother had leased from a man named Jasper Weidman.  Recently divorced, my mother and we three children stayed at this house for approximately five years, moving out of town in 1965.
During the time we spent in the house we "shared" the premises with two ghosts.  One was certainly that of a woman, who wore a lilac scented perfume, and was very shy.  Upon entering a room, she would hastily exit, leaving her fragrance behind.  A young man, not at all shy, was observed and heard playing a piano!
In the mud hall/pantry at the rear of the house was an old ornate studio upright.  As my Mother played the piano, I recall her thinking it such a shame that the old piano was left to stand in the unheated pantry as certainly the instrument's sound board was ruined.  My mother's own baby grand sat in the living room.
One night we heard the old piano "playing".  My mother told the landlord that the piano was likely infested with mice, and asked that he arrange to have it removed.  Mr. Weidman agreed, but did say that the piano had belonged to his late brother, and it had some sentimental value.
Another night the piano was again heard.  However, although dreadfully out of tune, my mother recognized a pattern, this was not mice!  We crept part way down the stairs and were able to peer through the clear glass transom over the door at the rear of the stairs, looking into the pantry.  There, seated at the piano was a slender & very pale young man.  I recall he had rather long and thick dark hair. I also recall he seemed whole but in a sort of luminous haze (it was a long time ago!).  As we watched the man turned and looked up at us, I still recall thinking he looked pleased that he had an audience!  Both my mother and I ran back up the stairs, and clinging to each other, discussed what we saw.  As we spoke, the piano played on!
The following day my mother called Mr. Weidman and demanded that the piano be removed immediately. I suppose he wondered why my Mother was so anxious to get rid of the old piano, as I recall my mother saying he told her his brother had died a very young man having suffered from a heart/lung ailment.  He said all he was able to do was play his piano.  I recall my mother saying that the brother composed his own music and often gave recitals.  Mr. Weidman described his brother as being very thin, pale and having long dark hair in the fashion of the great masters.
After his piano was removed, the music stopped for a time, until one night the ghost discovered my mother's piano.  He would not play too loudly or for too long, and never a familiar tune.  The pieces, according to my mother, were original and somewhat mimicing other works.  My Mom liked to keep the keys exposed, and the ghost used to close the lid, and she one day announced to the air that the lid was to remain open and it did!
After that one incident, we never saw the brother again, but did hear the music occasionally, and always felt their presence in the home.  After a time, knowing they were near, actually became rather comforting!
I have driven by the house on a number of occasions.  Oddly it is the only residence yet standing in what used to be a "neighborhood".  Now all sorts of industry surround the house, and instead of the picket fence, there's an ugly chain link type. I can't help but wonder if it remains standing because these gentle spirits have over the years convinced its owners that the house must remain.

The Poltergeist

By: Leah_Webber@planar.com
 

I'm not quite sure exactly how this came about.  I was only thirteen at the
time, and highly afraid of anything out of the ordinary.  Luckily for me,
I've only had the one experience with anything paranormal and/or
frightening.  I spent my summer vacations watching my younger brother and
sister, supposedly with the aid of my older brother, who more often would
go out to play with his friends.
On the day of this event, I decided to take my brother and sister to the
park for a picnic lunch.  One of my duties was to keep the house clean, and
myself and my younger siblings worked all morning to that end.  We packed
our lunches, carefully locked the door, and left to enjoy ourselves.
We returned two hours later, to find the entire house in disarray.  There
were no open windows, and both the front door and the sliding glass door
were still locked.  The cupboards and drawer in the kitchen were all left
hanging wide open.  Every piece of food from the cupboards had been ripped
from it's packaging and strewn across the living room.  We couldn't find
the containers at all.  It seemed like they had just vanished into thin
air. I have a specific memory of examining a pile of Corn Flakes sitting
next to the dining room table.  I thought someone had broken in, and
refused to go past the kitchen, or down the halls into the bedrooms.
My younger brother ran to get my older brother from his friend's house, and
he and I together went to examine the damage in greater detail.  The ashes
from the fire place had been blown outward across the carpet like a great
wind had come down the chimney.  The entire apartment was freezing cold, as
if it were winter and the heat had been left off.  It was the middle of the
summer, and it was only slightly after one o'clock in the afternoon and
nearly 100 degrees F outside.  The coffee table was tipped over, and there
was some kind of crunchy stuff (probably more food) scattered very evenly
on every part of the carpet throughout the house.
The most frightening part for me was in the bathroom.  My makeup bag was
ripped open, scattering the contents across the floor, except one bright
red lipstick, which was open on the counter.  On the mirror, the word "MARY
MARY" were scrawled in loud red capital letter eight times.  As I was
examining this, the bathroom light went out without anyone touching the
switch, and I ran screaming from the room.
I remember being absolutely terrified that my parents would come home and
blame us for the mess, so I made my siblings help me clean everything up.
The ash refused to come completely off the carpet, however, and there still
remained the issue of all the nonperishable food being trashed beyond the
point to still be consumable.  The bedrooms, except for the crunchy carpet
covering (Which smelled like honey and vacuumed up pretty easily), were
untouched.  My parents believed me when I told them what happened, and they
immediately had the apartment exorcised.  We moved out shortly thereafter,
and I haven't had any strange happenings since.

By: clarke@iserv.net

Hello Dave, I just found your web site and thought I would let you know
about my experience with a haunted house that my sister lived in several
years ago. Her and her husband lived in the house for seven or eight
years and you wouldn't believe the things we saw, heard and smelled. She
first realized the house was haunted after she had been to a local tarot
card reader. The woman mentioned that there was an unhappy presence in
the house. My sister wasn't sure what she meant at first and mentioned
it to me later. I told her it meant there was a spirit in the house. Odd
things had happened in the house before this information came to light
but they didn't think anything of it. They would find lights left on in
various rooms as well as faucets running.
Really bizzare things began to happen right after the visit to the tarot
card reader. They were having a new roof put on the house at the time
and this seemed to stir up whatever was in the house. They began to find
lights and faucets left on more and more. Soon noises and smells began
to happen. There would be the sound of footsteps on the basement stairs
and rushes of frigid air in our faces. Many times we would smell roses
in the air after these things would happen. She had three sun catchers
hanging in her picture window which would start to swing back and fourth
in unison and then suddenly stop. We were watching tv one afternoon
which was in the corner of the living room near the front window. The
shear curtins behind the tv suddenly blew straight out and draped over
the tv. This was on a warm summer day and there was no breeze outside.
She walked over to the tv and put the curtain back where it belonged and
sat down again. Moments later it happened again. She moved the curtain
back several more times only to have it continue. I said it must not
want us to watch tv! When I said this a 12" teddy bear sitting on a
little wooden stool flipped up in the air and landed in the middle of
the living room. I then said "who's going to go in there and pick that
up"? My sister said she would and put the teddy bear back on the wooden
stool. Her husband worked third shift so my sister was alone over night.
After a while loud pounding started on the floors and walls and at the
foot of her bed. I told her I didn't know how she could stand to be
there by herself when this was going on. They had a priest come in on
several occasions to bless the house. Each time it was done the smell of
roses would fill the air and things would be quiet for as long as three
weeks but then it would start in all over again. One afternoon the smoke
alarm in the kitchen sounded off and wouldn't stop. She got the step
ladder out to open it up only to find out that there was no battery in
it. They put the house up for sale but didn't have any luck selling it.
The strange things continued to happen and it was really beginning to
effect my sister's emotional state. It didn't seem to bother her husband
as much although he saw and heard many strange things as well. It got to
the point where he wouldn't even mention them to my sister because it
would only upset her more. They had a great dane which was upset on many
occasions as well. The dog was lying in the kitchen one afternoon when
suddenly it let out a yelp and ran into the living room shaking. A noise
scared the dog. We went out in the kitchen to investigate and found a
puddle of slimey stuff on the counter top. It was about 10" round and
had no smell to it. It was kind of oily to the touch. Another time my
sister was getting a cooking pot out from a lower cabinet when a book
they had bought on hauntings fell from a top shelf and hit her in the
head. She picked the book up and laid it on the kitchen table. The cover
of the book flipped open and there was more of the slimey stuff inside!
When her husband got home she opened the book to show him the stain and
there was nothing there. The most bizarre thing that happened to me was
when I heard a voice. I was sitting on the couch watching tv and
suddenly I had the strange feeling that someone was watching me. I put
the tv on mute and sat there for a moment. Still feeling like I was
being watched I said "is there anybody there"? To my shock and amazement
I got a reply! A faint female voice said "yes". Needless to say I made a
beeline out of the house and joined my sister in the back yard where she
was filling the birdfeeders. She looked at me and said "what's the
matter, you look white as a sheet". I explained to her what happened and
she got very upset and told me not to do anything to stir it up.They
finally sold the house and on the last day of moving things really went
wild. My sister and I were down in the basement packing things. Her
husband had just left to take a load of stuff to their new
house.Suddenly there was all kinds of footsteps upstairs and the sound
of slamming doors. I yelled upstairs to ask if my brother in law was
there. Soon as I did this it went silent. We went up stairs and found
nothing. I went down stairs one more time to get the last box. I bent
down to pick up the box and was blasted with frigid air again. This was
my last visit to the house until several years later. The house went up
for sale again less than two years after my sister moved out. The
reality company was having an open house so my brother in law and I
took a tour of the house. The moment we walked in you could feel it in
the air. The realtor mentioned that the current owner's dog refused to
come within fifty feet of the house and would just sit in the back yard
staring at the house. We knew why but didn't say anything. Needless to
say it was one of the most bizzare things I've ever witnessed. Please
feel free to use my encounter on your web site.

By: Grazer@gmx.net

HI !
First off I have do excuse for errors which are maybe in this writing, but I am Austrian and not really used to write in English.
So, my story happened to me app. 3 Weeks ago and I still feel very uncomfortable thinking on it.
I am living alone in a apartment in a newly build house in Graz, Austria. One Night I woke up feeling a Body lying aside me (at my back) pressing the body firmly to mine. As I've said I am living alone and I was sleeping on the left side of the bed, my body was turned to the right, so the other body would have to float in mid-air !!
First I thought that i am still sleeping, but I could hear the 1.00 AM News with actual content. I reached behind me and could feel a leg and the hips of this individual. I Ask "How are you, you can't be Barbara(my former Girlfriend, that left me 1 month ago)" and I could hear a kind of long howl (like an angry dog) and feel (!) the body disappear under my very hands !!. Not to mention that the rest of the night I was awake with my lights turned on watching TV to calm me down. The next night I was afraid of going to sleep, but I finally had a light und unsteady sleep. Again at app 1 AM I could feel the rising pressure of a hand at my back. I jumped out of the bed, hoping to get a visual interpretation of "it". But the only thing I saw was a kind of little clouds at this side of the bed (I am not really sure if I have seen it or if it was only a "wish to see").
For god sake, up till now it was the only experience of this kind and I hope that it will stay this way. Best regards from Austria and you have a real great page