My story starts in a an old heritage house on Pandora street in Vancouver
BC. This house is about 100 plus years old and is in a part of town that
is filled with prostitution and drug addicts. It was 5 years ago
and I am still spooked by it. I was sleeping at my then boyfriend's house
in a room upstairs. He rented the two upper floors and another family had
the first two floors. I had woken up at around 2:00am to the sound of clicking
noises on the floor. Like dog's claws on tile or wood floors. Hollow and
yet distinct. I looked around, saw nothing unusual however could
still hear the clicking. It was very cold in the room but I'm usually freezing
anyway. My boyfriend didn't wake up. MY son who was a year old at the time,
was always very comfortable in the living room but would freak out and
cry if i tried to bring him upstairs. When I asked my boyfriend about it,
he seemed surprised that I had heard it too. I wasn't the first to mention
it to him. He had other roommates that had seen a dog and an old woman.
After researching the house, my boyfriend found that an old lady had died
in the house and the dog had starved to death and howled by her side. (I
am not sure that is the exact story, but i DID hear claws on the floor.
Good luck !!!!!!
Me and my friends were riding bikes one day and we stopeed to rest.
We started talkiing and i hears somthing so i turned around.
Nothing was there. We started talking again and i heard the same sound. I turned around and there was a white dog looking at us. My friend decided to catch it and chased after it. We followed because we all like dogs. We had passed my freind and turned around a curve. There is rocks on both sides of the curve so the dog couldnt get away over them. After the curve we came to a feild wich we know very well and the grass has just been cut the day before. The dog was nowhere in sight and we know sense the grass was just cut it couldn't hide in it.
hi Dave...my name is Julia,
I had a dream about 6mths ago about being in an old house upstairs.I was on
my way to the edge of the stairway to come down and a dresser like thing was
in my way. I felt like there was something very evil there and I was very
very scared and was trying to get out right away.well I tried moving this
dresser and out from within the dresser came a demonic ghostly thing. it was
like a schull with really sharp teeth and red eyes with no body and as it
swooped towards me it had a ghostly body flowing behind it...it bit me on my
legs and I began screaming mainly because it was so scarey looking and
evil.....then it came right up to my face and looked me right in the eyes
with its mouth wide open as if to kill me with those sharp teeth..I was
still screaming and fighting or trying to fight it off from me...and it just
entered my body.... I felt like the "highlander" when he kills his
stalker.. I felt the most awfullfulest feeling inside of me....I was shaking
in my dream i woke up screaming and shaking and having really bad
chills...it felt like the hair on my body was standing on end with some kind
of force .....I felt like it was a very evil thing and I started to feel
like I was turning into something bad..this feeling I was experiencing after
I woke up was shaking, chilling sweating, heart racing.. I was feeling serges of some kind of force within me.. I couldn't explain at all..... well 2 weeks passed by ..I had calmed down pretty much by that time... everyonce in awhile thinking about that dream and i would start shaking frantically...anyway... another dream came upon me and the dream was about me sitting in an upstairs school building while school was going on . someone had done something bad to me (which I can't remember what it was) and I was gonna get them back .....well I felt this evil inside me already it was building up really bad...I could feel this energy coming to a head of maybe exploding or something.....the kid that I was angry with in my dream was across the room and was against the wall and watching me as if he had seen a ghost himself...I can see his face as he is watching me ....and I was gonna kill him (which I have never found out who this boy is) (never seen him before either)or I felt like I was gonna kill him.. and all of a sudden it was like from my feet up.....the scream I was screaming was a demonic scream....... it was sooooooo powerful..
I felt the power...I can't express it enough... it was very powerful..... and "I" felt it.... every once in awhile I will get to feeling those chills of hair-raising serges but nothing becomes of it.... thank GOD! I am not feeling mad or anything at the time I get these feelings.... but like right now.....while I am typing this letter to you.... it comes in splurges like little tingling down my spine thing...
Hello, I am Angel Collins and I am from Erlanger, Kentucky.I had always heard
about my Great-Grandmother, who we called "Nana". She was very ill at the
time when I was born, and had died when I was 2 years old. She was very nice
and caring to all of the people in my family, and they talk about how I was
always with her. We had 8 people in the 3-bedroom house at the time. Well,
before my Nana died, we couldn't take care of her so we sent her to a
senior-citizens home. After she died, no one really ever talk about her, but
when they did they always brought up about how she loved me so much. Years
later, when I was about 7 or 8 years old, and I can't believe I still
remember this to this day, it was in the middle of the night, about 2AM. I
was very thirsty, and everyone was sleeping. Suddenly I almost flipped out
because somebody walked into my room with one of my small green plastic cups
but i didn't know if there was anything in it yet. Well, this old lady
looked my grandma, and my grandma's room was across the hall, but I didn't
know how she would have known that I was thirsty. Once my this lady gave me
the cup, i held it in my hand and I went to drink it, and nothing came out
and the cup disappeared. I looked up and the lady just walked right out of
my room. The next morning I told my grandma about it and she said that she
never got up for anything. I guess my great grandma really does care about
me and love me to this day.
I Want to tell my own freaky ghost story. One Of my friends claims
is haunted, Here is why. it was at the Dr. Suess read- a -thon at our
school.Well anyway she was in a room where they were reading stories when
they saw a weird blue light.When they got out there, there was nothing. I
have another story. When i am in the bathroom at school sometimes I think I
hear foot steps
hello. my name is abby, and i am writing because i have my
to share. this is my story.
my experiences with spirits and places of concentrated energy began when i
was an infant. i remember very clearly seeing transparent, wispy "smoke"
circle my crib at night. voices whispered over me, and hands caressed me,
though when the lights came on and my mother came to check on me the
phenomena temporarily disappeared. as a child, i would often see
that no one else could apparently see. for most children, this can be
traumatic and alienating, retarding social skills and growth. i was
fortunate, however, because my maternal grandmother was an incredibly
spiritual woman, blessed (or cursed) with the same gift. she reassured me
from an early age that most spirits were harmless, or sometimes even
benevolent. however, some spirits, she cautioned, were confused, or angry,
and wanted to hurt someone. she told me that if i ever felt scared, or like
something bad was about to happen, i should leave immediately, even if no
else could feel it. we saw many spirits together, and it was an incredible
relief to know i wasn't crazy.
i always heeded her advice, but sometimes it wasn't good enough. like the
time my family moved to england, and we lived in a huge, ancient house that
was incredibly haunted. furniture regularly rearranged itself, sometimes
within the short time it would take to answer the phone and return to the
room, objects disappeared and reappeared in different places, strange noises
and footsteps were audible at night, and sometimes a phantom horse could be
heard whinnying outside. the energy in that house was very bad, very
concentrated, and i could never really relax when i was there. shortly
before my 13th birthday, i rejoiced when we moved back to america.
around that time i was reaching puberty, and i noticed that i could never
seem to turn on or off a light without blowing the bulb. my parents made
uneasy jokes about it, but it was true--i was somehow causing the lightbulbs
to short out and blow. it was during this 18 month period of time that
strange things started happening in our new house. objects began to move
seemingly of their own accord. i remember one time when i was sitting in
the living room with my father, watching the evening news. suddenly the
television remote flew off of the coffee table and landed on the floor. the
television began turning itself off and on rapidly, and the lamps flickered.
a couch cushion pulled itself onto the floor, and my dog began to howl.
Then it stopped--it had all happened in a matter of seconds. needless to say, it
scared the hell out of me, because similar things had been happening to me
in the privacy of my own room for months. i had also been having terrible
nightmares in which unknown older male and female voices asked me to come
with them to "the bottom."
my grandmother told me calmly that i was doubtlessly being followed by a
poltergeist, and that under no circumstances should i pay attention to the
occurrences. in fact, she warned me that if objects moved around, i should
leave the room until they stopped, and then quietly come back later to pick
them up. i did this, and eventually the craziness ended for awhile.
fast forward to me now, at 21, writing this letter. i guess i'm writing
because my grandmother passed away shortly after my 14th birthday, and i
can't ask her for advice anymore.
i have never been diagnosed with any kind of mental illness or disorder. i
don't do drugs, don't drink, and don't hold "seances" or fool around
dangerously with the spirit world. yet i am being haunted, and i don't know
why.at night, objects have begun to move again, and often i dream of the same
man. i have been dreaming of him for many years, and i didn't learn who he
was until recently, when i saw a photograph of the first portuguese sea
captain to "discover" barbados (i was there on vacation). i am sure it is
him--he has an unmistakable face and his voice is heavily accented), but i
suppose my question is WHY? why is he coming to ME? i haven't asked him,
because i am afraid of him. his energy is very negative and chilling, and i
think he was a very violent man. in fact, while in barbados, i stayed at
the crane resort, the oldest resort on the island. directly beneath the resort
is the cove where they originally brought slaves from africa. the room in
which i stayed, room #1, was--you guessed it--the original captain's
quarters. that week was one of the most sleepless of my life--nightmares
and strange ideas and thoughts plagued me, things moved at night, transparent
apparitions appeared in mirrors and outside of windows--and i would not stay
in that room again for any reason. later, as we were leaving the resort, i
found out my room was known to be haunted.
My husband and I were downstairs in the basement of his mother's
heard someone come in the door upstairs and walk slowly across the floor. We
went upstairs right away and no one was there. We looked everywhere.
We told his father about it and he said he and his wife had heard strange
noises but can't account for them. The house is about 30 years old. I've
believed in spirts ever since this happened.
I live in Ontario, Canada, in a house which is
over 200 years old
last surveyed by specialists. My family has owned this house for many
generations, there has been many births and deaths in this house. One
death that occurred here which I am drawn to is the death of my great,
great uncle who shot himself due to depression. I never knew this man,
yet I somehow have a great connection with him, being an extreme
individualist myself. He is my guardian and a dear friend. Last summer
my boyfriend and I were planning on taking a trip to the lake for a
picnic, as I prepared myself in the bathroom, I sent my boyfriend back
to my room to get my ball cap, but instead he came running back to the
bathroom in shock and hysteria, because not only was my stereo turned on
but my door was shut and when he tried opening it my dresser was in the
way. This tormented my boyfriend because he had not believed all the
stories he heard from the neighbors and my family, but what shocked me
was the fact that when I was putting my dresser back in place the radio
announced a tornado alert for our area but it seemed to be such a
beautiful day, I then realized that my dear uncle was warning me to not
go out, but instead take shelter. We did quickly gather things and
headed to the basement, no sooner did we do that then the storm clouds
moved in and we were in the midst of a small tornado. It was
frightening, but the house is sturdy (there was only one window broken
and shingles blown off in spots) and I knew I was protected. I believe
if it weren't for my great uncles' warning my boyfriend and I could have
been extremely hurt.
hello dave. my name is deborah. i had many experiences with spirits
me. my parents are deceased, and my bayy brother died at the age of 36. and
ever since these deaths in my family i have experienced spirits. i was living
in queens, me and my younger son was sitting in the living room, and i love
plants and i had one plant hanging from my ceiling and all of a sudden this
plant started swinging back and forth and all my windows were shut. then my
son and i heard this snapping sound as if someone was plucking fresh string
beans so my son and i looked up and this whatever was plucking my plant and
throwing the stems across the room at my little son, we both were so stunned
that all my son could do was just sit there with a stun look on his face, i
myself jumped to my feet and i just kepy saying the blood of jesus. so i went
to a neighbor house and i told her what me and my son just experienced and
she gave me some holy water and some blessed oil,and told me when i enter my
son start saying the blood of jesus and i did just that. when i reached
upstairs to my apartment my neighbor told me to sprinkle the holy water on
this plant. and dave i did just that and i was looking for this plant to
explode or something of that nature. then my neighbor called me and ask me
did i do what she told me to do and i said yes, then my neigbor told me i had
to rebuke it out of my home. she told me i had to read the bible the 23 song
of psalm and pray, and i was to open a window so this spirit would leave out
through the window. dave i did just that i prayed so hard i was even better
than rev.ike on sundays mornings. so after i prayed i waited about three
minutes and then i closed the window. so my son and i was sitting on the
couch in my living room and we heard this cry a man's cry right outside my
living room window which dave i lived on the second floor. i told my son to
turn down the television in which he did, and this cry of a man gotten louder
and i went to my living room widow but i didn't see anything but i just heard
this cry of a man i just started talking and yelling at ,y living room window
that if anyone was to have seen me doing that they of assumed i was going
crazy, so the more i yelled and talked to this spirit outside my window the
louder this spirit would cry. i just got tired of yelling that i just left
the window and went to sleep. and dave no matter where i moved this spirit
would always follow me to every apartment i went to. no dave i was scared as
hell at first but i'm not anymore because i believe it's my brother of either
my father. but after awhile i just gotten accustomed to this spirit but it
wasn't out to hurt me i believe just to lok over me but in many ways i'm
still scared but i just continue doing whatever i'm doing. and whenever i did
tell somebody what i was experiencing they would say i was crazy. dave i'm
not crazy i did experience this and much more. i just thought i would share
this with you. and i'm a great beleiver in reincarnation of spirits. but it's
nothing i would want to experience everyday because it is a very frightening
situation to be in
i think it was about 2 years ago when i was going into the living room in my
house ... right in front of me was this girl whom i had no idea who she was
or what she was doing in my house. she seemed like a real visible person so i
said " excuse me -" but i didn't get to finish what i was going to say
because she disappeared . also my mother's cat buzz died from some sort of
cancer when we first moved to this house and to this day i could swear that i
see her pacing through our hallway as if she's waiting for someone to comeand
pet her or something.
BELIEVE IT OR NOT:
First of all my mom and dad had been trying to fall pregnant from 1953 Ė 1967 when she found out she was pregnant. This was a joyous occasion and they were already preparing for the arrival the first born and only born.
My parents lived on the prison grounds in Cape Town South Africa in 1967. My dad was the electrician for the prison.
This prison was for coloured offenders be it rape, murder, political or thieving.
The prison was situated about 15 miles from our home; you had to drive up a mountain pass to get to it.
2 Months before my birth and late night I might add, my dad got a call from his Superior to, it seems like something weird was happening to the electricity in the main prison block. The lights were going on and off the whole time. As my dad walked into the building he was overwhelmed by a sudden feeling of terror and fear. Being a religious and not very superstitious man (I might add also very brave and strong) my dad decided to go in and find out what was happening.
The first set of cells you would find was that of sex offenders and thieves. They all were asleep, but very restless (you know, rolling around, rapid eye movement). As he went to the second set of cells, which was the more serious offenders, here to the prisoners were asleep and restless. As moved toward one of the fuse boxes, which happened to be situated on this floor, he felt somebody touch his arm, my dad immediately swung round, no one was there. The next couple of seconds he was picked up by some force and thrown against a cell 5 meters away my dad immediately noticed scratch marks appearing on his arm and face. Still the entity did not want to let go of him, he threw him from one side to the other. After about 15 minutes of torture the entity appeared to my farther, he could see him the outline of his body so he knew it was male but he could not see his face just an evil smile, my dad new it was planning on killing him. Then a miracle happened one of the prison guards awoke from his slumber, heard the racket and came to check what was going on.
My dad was scared out of his mind he just got in his car and starting driving down the pass towards our house. On stretch of the road is very dangerous, so my dad automatically slowed down, yet the car mysteriously kept going at the same speed, the next thing my dad new a cat jumped from the back seat on to his neck and starting scratching and clawing. My dad managed to keep control of the car and of himself. When he finally got home my mom was ash white sitting on the bed rocking back and forth, praying as she rocked.
It seems that she had a dream: She dreamt she was lying in bed when a man with no face approached her he said to her that seeing he could not get my farther he will be talking me instead on the day of my birth.
A week later my grandfather on my dads side died suddenly and unexplained. And 3 weeks after that on 31 October 1967 12h05, I was born, being premature I was placed in a incubator and monitored at all times because I had problems breathing and they did not think I would make it through the night. The memory of what happened to my dad still fresh in his mind, he and my mom was frantic with worry and very scared for my sake and their own.
My mom was given a sedative and fell asleep with a heavy heart filled with sorrow. During the course of the night my mom awoke with a loud scream, my dad who was sleeping at her side woke up at the same time, seems like the both of them had the same dream. The prisoner with no face came into the room and told them it was time and walked out toward to paediatric intensive care where I was lying. The both ran to the ward and what they saw was yet another miracle, my grandfather was standing over my bed facing the entity with a ring of fire around me and him. The entity could not come near me so he just gave up and disappeared.
Now something else happened one year after my birth the same time and date my grandmother on my motherís side died also unexpectedly. This was a big blow to my mother as she was very, very close to her mom.
During the first four years of my life I was more in hospital than out and always with some disease that no one could explain. My mom who is psychically intoned always felt the presence of my grandfather and grandmother and new I would be save from any harm coming to me as she still felt the presence of the entity.
Now my dad got a transfer to another province and immediately grabbed as he and my mom at that stage thought that they would finally be rid of the entity.
The first 2 years were event free but on my sixth birthday something scared me so badly I had to sleep with my mom till I got married.
That night I went to bed early tired of all the activity during the day, well about an hour in to sweet slumber I had a dream of a man which was just floating in the laughing at me hysterically he then tried to strangle me and I could feel my life slipping away. I woke up with a fright and a dry feeling in my throat. I ran to my parents room and found they were still entertaining some of the grown ups at our Gazebo. To get to them and I had to go through the dining room and kitchen through the back door. Halfway through the dining room I felt the air grow cold and I suddenly felt frozen in place, what I saw then I hope to gawd I never see again. This black thing (which I thought was a shadow) materialised right in front of me with the coldest dark eyes I have ever seen he floated toward me with this eerie smile on his face and his arms outstretched as if he wanted to strangle me and said that I am now his. Well out of nowhere I saw my grandparents (I saw pictures of them so I now it was them) stood in front of me blocking the entity a way form me.
Well after about an hour my parents found me in the dining room soaked and still unable to move. Strangely we have never had an encounter with that thing again.
Now her comes another twist to the tale. I have been married now for 6 years. My husband stayed in another province while he was growing up. He was born on 31 October 1967 12h00. Strange but true.
One night we were married for about 6 months we were sitting talking when he told me of some strange occurrences in his house while he was growing up. He always had a reoccurring dream of some thing trying to strangle him. One night on his sixth birthday this dream occurred again but this time two old people helped him conquer (if that is the word you can use) the evil thing. I was shaking like a leaf when he told me this I should him the picture. The next day I drove to my moms place to ask her if she said anything to my husband my mom denied in doing that and since my dad never utter a word of what happened I knew it was not him. I asked my mom for the picture of my grandparent. She gave me one picture of grandfather and one of my grandmother.
I put the pictures somewhere in the kitchen thinking I should ask my husband about the pictures. I completely forgot about it. Couple of weeks later my husband stormed into the kitchen with the photographs in his hands he was sobbing out loud and wanted to know were I got the pictures from I told him that it was my grandparents. He started to cry hysterically (my husband has never been emotional in his life) after a while I figured out what he was saying; the picture of my grandparents was the same old people in his dreams.
My thoughts on this whole situation is someone did not want to let my husband and I get married and have a family and tried everything to separate us.
Since then we go to church every Sunday and sing the hymns louder than anyone.
Ps. Two years ago I gave birth to twins one a girl the other a boy, we named them after my grandparents.
My story is a little different from what i have read.
It all stared about 4 years ago. It was summer time and I was making
for my brother. All of a sudden I got this god offel feeling something was
not right. I mind you the time i got this feeling was 11:25 a.m. So I told
my brother about the feeling he didn't seen to care. So I didn't think too
much about it until I Got the news 2 hours later! Well my brother and I when
swimming at my Grandparents like always. I was just about to get out of the
water and a seen the police talking to my Grandpa. I figured one of my
family members had got in trouble with the law again. Until Grandpa waled
over to me and said " Your cousin Doug was killed this morning on a
motorcycle!" I stood there for 20 minutes I could not believe what my
Grabdpa had just told me. So I changed my wet closthing and ran inside the
house. My Aunt(Doug's mom) was sitting anot the kitchen table. We huged and
cryed. Dougie was more like a big brother to me. Sence I was the oldest. I
totaly look up to him and I still do! Well the funiral was a week later.
The 4 of July. My Aunt was so depressed that her only sun was dead that she
did not relize what day it was. Oh well. Because of family problems I ended
up moving it with my aunt. At first there was not problems. Then it started
to happen. The feeling like some one was watching me. I thought it was my
mind playing trickes on me. Sence I was home alone. But then It stared to
happen more. Some times i could smell him in the house, because he use to
wear patchouli. I'm not a sopost to have it in the house because my aunt
hates the smell of it. So was i was not smelling some things I had. Then
another thing happened, but only when I watched tv. It sounded like some one
was on the floor snoring. Now I really though I was loosing my mind. Then
more stuff happened. Only when I was sleeping It was lik esomeone has taken
a picture of my . There was a flas o f light but when i opened my eyes their
was not one there. So finally I got enough guts to ask my aunt if she
noticed some thing was different. She to noticed something was different.
Finaly I know I was not losing my mind. She begain to tell me things that
have happened to her to. I could not believe this a ghost in the house. One
of the things se told me was if some things was missing she would say out
loud " God darn it Doug where did you put it now." Then she would leave the
room to took some where else, and there it would be the thing she was
looking for sitting where ever Dougie put it for her to see. Then It finally
happened I SEEN HIM. Not like we see people but is aura. Between you and me
I about wet my paints. I told my aunt about that. She has also said she
had seen home too. Then Dougs son was born after he died. Then Sky (his son)
begain to see things his behaver and reaction to the one spot in the house
where Doug personal things where. Then As Sky got older he begain to talk
about what he was seeing. Doug used bunny rabits to get Sky attention. The
things sky waould say about the bunnys was so cute. Doug also would invade
my dreams giving him messages to tell hia mom like I love yous was the most
popular one. Then as the months when by Sky no loner talked about the
bunnys and Doud was no longer heard, smelt, nor seen. I felt i had lost him
all over again. Then the lady tht lived next door was also Dougs friend .
She had told my aunt that she had had a dream the Doug was coimg to vistin
us , but as the wind. Need lest to say the next day we had a sever storm
with 90 MILE HOUR WINDS. So now ever time when the wind blows just right i
sware i can hear him whiper my name.
Hows that of a REAL GHOST story. All of what was written in full truth.
I found your site awhile back and I think it's great! I recently began
having problems again with a 'spirit' that I had thought had left so I
started looking on the internet for sites that might give me some ideas on
what to do about it. That's when I remembered your site, and after reading a
few of the stories I decided to send you my own. This is taken from a
personal correspondance to a friend of mine I wrote earlier in the week
before I remembered Shadowlands, so that's why it seems to be addressing an
individual. I edited out only the stuff that didn't have to do with my
encounters and some colorful language I may have used, lol. ;o)
This is far from everything that has happened, I ended up telling him the
rest of what I'd wanted to say over the telephone so the other incidents
aren't typed up. And being that this is quite long I figured that the rest
can just wait for another time. Just to give you a little background; Glenn
is my boyfriend of 7 years, Jacob is my brother who is 5 years younger than
me, and sometimes I refer to my mom as Debby when talking about her, and
Ozzy is my friend I was writing. The names Goliath who we sometimes refer to
simply as 'G', Jadzia, Vanessa and Thaddeus, sometimes called Thad are the
names of our cats. My dad passed away in 92' while we were living in
Atlanta, GA so we moved back to Kentucky where we are originally from after
his death. I broke my ankle on December 10th 2000, and everything referring
to 'two weeks ago or last week' was roughly the beginning of March 2001. As
I write this it is Monday, March 19th 2001.
Our cat Vanessa passed away in May about two years ago, just a few weeks
after we got Thaddeus. The letter picks up where I started talking about
what was going on...
...and i do believe in dark forces that are 'evil' and some that are more
troublesome because i've encountered them! lol! heres a creepy story...
when we lived on fawn court, the house right before the one we're in now, we
had a black phantom cat with red eyes that roamed around that house, and
goliath would get it in fights with even when we couldn't see anything there
for him to fight with! one time me and glenn were sitting on the
loveseat watching tv, it was about 2am and goliath was sitting on my lap.
from the couch we were on i had a view through the archway of the living
room where we were sitting, into the kitchen and the open archway of the
front room, and the beginning of the hall to our bedrooms off to the right.
well as i was sitting there i saw a black cat come out of the hall, walk
into the kitchen and go into the front room. glenn and goliath both saw
this, too and i was like "what is jadzia doing out?" [as u kno, goliath and
jadzia can't be out at the same time because they don't get along] goliath
hopped up and ran after this cat before i could stop him and so me and glenn
got up to basically break up the fight we knew was coming, lol, and when we
got to the front room goliath was hissing and rolling around in a big
fight... with NOTHING! lol! i went and checked in debby's room because at
the time vanessa was still with us and i just wanted to double check that it
wasn't vanessa who had gotten out because i didn't want goliath to hurt her
because she was old, and vanessa was sound asleep curled up at the foot of
mom's bed... and so was JADZIA!!!! LOL!!! [vanessa and jadzia got along so
they were always together] my mom was asleep and her door had been closed,
and trust me, if her door had opened before we saw the cat we would have
heard it because it stuck real bad and was loud to open and close. i woke my
mom up and asked her if she'd let jadzia out and she said she had been
asleep since 11 and hadn't got up to do anything since before then.
so... i dunno!!! goliath had fought with 'nothing' several times before
this, but that was the only time we had seen anything beforehand. so once
goliath calmed down i put him in my room and shut the door and me and glenn
went back to waching tv. then a little while later we saw that same cat come
out of the hall, go through the kitchen and stop in the front room archway
and glare at us with these EVIL red eyes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! by that time we
realized it was NOT jadzia because for one shes real tiny and has a white
star on her throat, and this cat was huge, completely black and ermm, it had
red eyes, ok?? so me and glenn were just kind of shocked for a minute
then when the cat finally went off in the front room we got up and checked
my moms room= vanessa and jadzia were sleeping on the bed, door closed up
tight, ok.... we went and checked my room= goliath was curled up in the
corner napping on my afghan hound, 'baby's' old dog bed, door was closed...
and that accounted for all the cats we had at the time!!! LOL! so as you can
imagine we were pretty freaked out about this!!! and it happened one more
time that night with the same pattern; cat came out of hall, went in
kitchen, went in front room, so after that third time me and glenn went back
to my bedroom to watch the rest of the stuff on the tapes we had been
watching all night, which i think was star trek: tng, lol.
we never 'saw' it after that that i can remember, but goliath still had
these fights with 'nothing', and he is a real peaceful gentle cat unless
jadzia attacks him first, lol. :o) and normally when he had them it was in
the hallway or the front room, never in the family room or one of the
bedrooms. and there is absolutely NO explanation for this happening other
than some sort of ghost or spirit. it was a new house, we were the only ones
who'd ever lived in it, and there were no openings or passageways to the
outside because if there were we'd of seen a lot more coming in the house
than just a cat one time, you know?? not to mention, we never saw the cat
LEAVE the front room, and that archway was the only way out of there but
everytime we saw it that night it came out of the hall then went into the
front room, so thats pretty freaky no matter how you choose to look at it i
how'd i get from talking about pso and evolution to telling you about the
ghost cat incident..? ;-o lol!!! well actually me and glenn have been
talking about ghosts a lot lately because of the fact that since i've broken
my ankle and been stuck on the couch, i've seen a cat go down the hallway
about 6 times in the past 3 months when no cats have been out and heard
goliath downstairs TWICE now having a fight with something when he is the
only one out in that room!!! so it freaked me out a little, i mean... when
they leave for work, jadzia goes in the cat room downstairs, goliath runs
around in unfinsished part of basement and thad goes in debby's room so
while i'm home alone the cats aren't going to trip me when i hobble to the
bathroom or whatever. and everytime i've seen the cat in the past three
months i've thought it was jadzia!!! just like the first time at the old
house when obviously it wasn't her... so, i dunno!!! :o/ what do you
think??? pretty freaky. it's really starting to unnerve me and i don't quite
know what to say or do- if anything- about it.
for one, i don't believe that solid form mass hallucinations that last
longer than a split second are actually that, i think there's something to
them. mass hallucinations that involve lights or something in the sky that
last longer than a split second: ok, they could still be hallucinations
because they are formless lights or reflections. but a solid form??? that
more than one person sees??? and the description is the same from all
parties even when nobody described it until after??? those types of things i
really have to wonder about and think that some of them could be real, you
know? i already believe in an afterlife where we exsist in an energy spirit
form until we incarnate again, so believing in ghosts and spirits isn't that
far of a leap after that. i didn't used to believe in ghosts or even an
afterlife, for a long long time i thought my past life memories were just
weird dreams and thoughts that would pop into my head during the daytime.
but even when i was unconvinced about all that stuff i still had things
happen i couldnt explain!!! lol so i dunno.
anyway, this was the first time i've seen 'the cat' since we've lived in
this house, which is about four years. and i've only seen g fight with
something that wasn't there once but i discounted it at the time as him just
acting weird. but i've reconsidered that now, it happened in sept/ oct
of last year. but i've heard him get into fights with nothing before since
we've been here but i just didn't think about it, i don't know. it wasn't
until i saw a cat go down the hall here that i started thinking about that
stuff again. even tho the first time i saw it here was around the end of
dec/ beginning of jan 2001 i didn't really start to wonder if it had
anything to do with what happened at fawn court until about two weeks ago
when i saw the cat up here and realized that even thaddeus had been put
downstairs in my bathroom that day!!! so there were NO cats upstairs at all!
theres only one door to the basement and i'm in full view of it and we
keep it locked when i'm home alone, anyway incase someone were to break in
through a basement window they couldn't get up here where i'm at and the
stairs creak so bad i'd have plenty of time to get out on the porch and call
a neighbor to help me while i call the cops lol. see? we think of
so... when they got home, and unlocked the basement door, and g was where he
was supposed to be, thad was where he was supposed to be and jadzia was
where she was supposed to be... ALL THREE still in the basement... i kinda
freaked out. and now i really REALLY don't want to be home alone, wah. :o/
LOL!!! i'm the only person who's seen it since we lived here, but jacob said
about a month after we moved in here he saw jadzia go into his closet and
when he went to get her out she wasn't in there! he looked around in his
room to see where she had gone to and couldn't find her then opened his door
and went down the hall and looked around and jadzia and vanessa were
sleeping on the couch! his door had been closed so unless jadzia can be in
two places at once i don't think it was her lol. and g stays in the
basement and is afraid of jacob anyway so he doesn't go in jacobs room. and
he said that's why for about three months back when we moved in he wouldn't
sleep in his room. i had wondered about that and he never told us why until
recently when i told him i've seen the cat here now.
and i can't remember if him or debby had ever told me about seeing the cat
at fawn court, they may have but i'd have to ask them again. i know one
thing jacob told me about while we were still living there was that when
everybody was gone he'd hear someone go down the hall open and shut all the
doors then he'd go to look and no one would be there, the house would still
be empty. but that has nothing to do with the cat apparition that i know of.
debby said she saw a ball of light in her room towards the ceiling, sat up
and stared and it for about ten minutes when we lived there, she said she
had a real peaceful feeling and had just watched it kind of float there in
the middle of her room wondering if it was going to say anything or turn
into a full bodied ghost or angel or something! lol! she said it never did
and after about ten minutes it just started to got smaller until it was gone
so who knows what that was. it could have been an hallucination or maybe a
friendly ghost or spirit, i have no idea.
i tell you what though, the cat has some really bad vibes it gives off when
we've seen it, theres just a feeling of total dread and despair and it feels
like your heart just drops into your stomach. it's really crummy, i hope
it goes away and i thought it had until about 3 months ago. maybe it left
and came back..? i don't know what to make of it, ozzy!!!!!!!! lol!!! i
could be seeing things but it's just so solid and really there, and it's not
like a split second, it takes a few seconds and you can watch it with your
eyes full attention, not just out of the corner of your eye. and the time it
stopped and looked at me and glenn we saw it for well over a minute! there
was something there, but what it was exactly i don't know. i don't think it
was the 'ghost' of a dead cat, i think it was a troublesome or evil spirit
taking that form to confuse us, but of course i have no proof one way or the
what do you think??????? lol! i've been asking all of my friends who i trust
not to think i'm crazy [or at least if they do think i'm crazy still be my
friends afterwards, lol] what they think could be going on or if they have
any ideas on what to do..? i honestly don't know if theres anything we can
or should do, it's just i really DON'T like this and want it to stop
immediately before anything scarier happens. :o/ i TOLD it to leave, i told
it it's not wanted here and i told it to leave in the name of Jesus Christ
but it still keeps coming back so i don't know. i even told it it
doesn't scare me but thats not quite true. it does scare me, i'm
afriad that if it's an evil spirit it can do harm to us or something even
though it hasn't to this point *that i know of*. when i fell in the basement
it didn't actually seem like i slipped, it was more like i just suddenly
fell for no reason..? it's known to leak there but there wasn't any water
there at the time that i could see, not to mention that while i was over by
the sink washing my hands i had started to feel out of the blue just really
scared and like someone was in the room with me. and maybe that could have
made me nervous and not looking at what i was doing when i went down the
step [singular]... i dunno. see what this kind of stuff make u think
and everytime i've tripped on my crutches
its been in the hallway, and i just seem to fall like my crutch was swiped
out from underneath me, it's really strange. glenn saw it happen once, i was
coming back from the bathroom and stopped and was saying something to debby
who was in her room with the door shut- i was right outside her door- and
the foot of the left crutch just shot backwards and i fell over and slid
down the wall and glenn had to come help me back up. he said it had looked
like someone kicked it but obviously no one did! lol! that was about two
months ago [roughly the end of jan 2k1] and i hadn't even thought about that
until last week when we
really started talking about the cat again.
anyway, basically i think its an evil spirit that has been following us from
house to house as we've moved, i dont know what else it could be. when we
lived in atlanta i would see this thing come out of the wall in my bedroom i
could only describe as looking like a "critter" from the movie critters-
lol- it would sort of roll and spin out of the wall like it had walked
through the wall, stand there a second then vanish!!! i moved OUT of that
bedroom and made the unused front room into my bedroom, then jacob moved
into my bedroom because the one he had at the time was a lot smaller. then
years later when we were living at fawn court he told me that the reason he
started sleeping in the sun room [again, lol] on the couch was because after
he moved into my old bedroom he'd see this black round thing with little
shiny black eyes and a WIDE mouth and little needle teeth appear out of the
wall!!! i was like HOLY ...!! i had hoped it was just my
imagination but obviously it wasn't if he saw the same thing. i had checked
the wall and floor over there where it came out of and there was nothing: no
holes, not even any scratches. white walls, white carpet- lift up carpet, no
holes! just a concrete floor. check baseboard- solid wall behind it!
i think its the same thing thats taking the form of a cat now, it may have
even attatched itself to us and followed us while we lived in atlanta but
i'm not sure because the house before that in bullit hills had some strange
things happen but i can't remember as well because i was younger and the
momories are fuzzier. even though i believe in ghosts, i dont think i've
had any experiences with actual human 'ghosts', i think all of our creepy
incidents are the result of mischevious and/ or evil things that were never
human, nor will they ever be if you know what i'm saying. imps, demons,
trolls, whatever you want to call them. i'll just tell you about two more
things real fast before i have to go:
one happened in atlanta, my mom was in the hospitol and my dad was at work,
it was 2- 3am and me and jacob were home alone. during that time my parents
had no one to watch us so we were home alone a lot at night since my dad
worked 3rd shift. and at that time jacob had been sleeping in the sun room
for a few months and when my mom went to the hospitol i started sleeping on
the other couch in the sun room because we were kids and it was creepy to
have no parents home at night! i was about 15 and jacob was 10. i'm not sure
if we had school the next day or not but we were still awake and sitting on
the longer couch which was facing the tv and the one i slept on when we
would go to bed, he slept on the shorter one which faced the row of windows
which faced the woods behind our house. the two couches were in an "L" shape
in relation to one another, i wish i could draw u a quick sketch so you know
exactly what i mean but oh well.
anyways, the woods was about 200 yards from our house, but there was one
tree right outside the row of windows [it was a 'sun room', there were
windows along the whole of the walls on three walls of the room, thats why
its important to understand which row of windows this was] facing the woods.
and we were sitting there talking, the light in the sunroom was off, but the
kitchen light was on and the only thing separating the kitchen from the
sunroom was a counter and cabinets right above the counter, so there was an
open archway and about two feet of space in height above the counter for
light to come in the room from... you understand? the hall and bathroom
lights were also on. we were talking and then all of a sudden i looked over
at the window and i saw something clasped around the tree right outside the
window. it was about the size of a 5- 6 year old child, peach colored skin
with bushy black and brown fur on its head back arms and legs, very long
arms with long black claws on its feet and hands. and again i have to say
that the things 'face' reminded me of a critter, impossibly wide mouth
filled with tiny teeth and beady black eyes. it's head was real round and it
had cat like ears pearched high on its head, and its face was very flat, if
it had a nose i didn't see one! lol!
now of course we screamed and just stared at it not knowing what the heck to
do!!!!!! lol! it just stayed there staring at us, so i thought well it's
outside, it can't get me through the storm windows so i'm going to go across
the room and have a closer look at it- mistake number one!!!! lol! i go over
there and check to see if it looks like ANY animal i've seen before and
notice that the shape of it's body is very human like, five fingers five
toes and no tail, a humped but still human shaped back. the only thing that
wasn't really right was the claws, longer arms and head. when i was about a
foot away from the window it opened its mouth like it was hissing or
something and OH MY GOD i felt like i had just died- IT WAS
HORRIFYING!!!!!!! its mouth was just HUGE and filled with all these tiny
sharp teeth, a short black pointed tougue and maybe the worst thing was we
had a sensor light on the back of the house so since this thing was in the
path of the light it would come on so we had an almost too good of a look at
since it was bathed in light! it was just horrible, i have NO IDEA what
jacob started screaming and the 'thing' suddenly lept out and was hanging
from the windows staring in!!!!!!!!!!! jacob starting saying "is that an
animal? is it a demon? what is it?" and i was just like "i don't know
probably an animal!" then after i said that the thing calmed down from where
it had been sort of growling and moving around a bit and started to just
vanish!!!!!!!!!!!! it got fainter and fainter and then it was gone, but
while it was fading it still stayed in the same place and we actually
watched it vanish, it didn't jump down and run off or anything. we
called my dad at work and told him all of that so he actually came home from
work and went and looked outside. the next day he looked around outside
again since he believed we DID see *something* that shouldn't have been
there and found gashes in the wood around the window frames outside where
the thing had been clinging to the house!!!
anyway, after that when my dad left for work me and jacob locked ourselves
in my bed room- it was large, it was actually supposed to be the front room
of the house but it was segregated by a door and we never used it so i moved
into it- and just watched my tv and slept on my q size waterbed with vanessa
and several knives next to the bed!!! LOL!!! it was just too creepy to stay
in there for awhile after that because none of the windows had shades or
curtains and you could see out at all times. the last window along the wall
facing the tv was actually a door to a small deck, and we had a curtain over
the door so the glare wouldn't reflect off the tv. and so about two or three
weeks after that happened we were watching tv in the sunroom while my dad
was at work because i didnt have a vcr in my room and we wanted to watch a
tape of the cartoon shows we watched -jem, gi joe, transformers,
thundercats, mask- and something hit the door and we turned around to see a
shadow run off the deck that looked exactly like the shape of the thing we
had seen in the tree!!! it walked upright and was bushy and had long arms.
so unless theres an unknown species of evil great ape [as it had no tail]
living in georgia i suppose it was a demon/ gargoyle/ forrest spirit/
brownie/ gremlin/ thing. >;o/
it seemed like it was trying to scare us, because after that we didn't go in
the sunroom when everybody was gone anymore and something started banging on
my room windows and rattling the doorknob and windows to the sunroom
although we never looked to see what it was again. if we had to go to the
bathroom what we'd do is the one not going to use it would follow the other
one out of my room, down the hall and stand outside the door with a knife
and/ or a baseball bat until they were done then we'd run back into my room,
lmao. :o) we had 2 half bassett hound/ half dacsund dogs that stayed inside
in the dining room off the other side of the kitchen [no we didnt use it as
a dining room, thats just what it was called, ewww lol, no it became cookie
& tubby's room] and they barked their heads off sometimes in the middle of
the night when we started hearing the rattling even though they were quiet
dogs and rarely barked, despite what some people would think about that
mixture of dog.
so i don't know, it was unfriendly to the point of being quite threatening
and even though it was something that was really there, apparently it
wasn't an animal since it could disappear into thin air!!! i was standing
right next to the window when it vanished so i know it didn't just jump down
and run away, it _VANISHED_.
anyways, i was going to tell you one more thing but that last one took too
long and now i gotta go. lemme kno what u think & if you have any ideas on
what we should do. i mean it doesn't seem to be doing anything right now but
what if its starting again? i couldn't even deal with it if it did -LOL- so
i either want to be ready to deal with it when and if it does or i want to
just find away to get rid of anything thats attatched itself to me/ us/
whatever BEFORE anything else happens. this is MY home, we pay for it, the
thing can go live in the woods lol. ;o) thats all i have to say on that
sorry about going on about the ghostly stuff for so long, its just been on
my mind a lot the past week especially and i'm starting to wonder if i
should *DO* something, you know? my buddy in london, jenny, said i should
ask it to leave but that didnt work so i dunno. i think that things
DON'T actually have to leave if you tell them to and that ghosts and demons
and things are around us all the time, but for some reason wether it be a
person who's sensitive to that stuff or one of those things in your
immediate enviroment that is just more evil and/ or unfriendly than in other
places you're just going to have more things "happen" you can't explain by
any accepted terms you know?
That was the end of my expeiences from the letter to my friend, I ended up
having to go and wasn't able to tell him the second thing I had wanted to
but I intend on writing you here at Shadowlands later with the other
happenings. I never asked for any of this stuff to bother me but I think I
may be 'sensitive' to ghosts and spirits, especially due to the fact that I
believe in them and are likely to accept supernatural explanations to things
we can't explain almost as readily as a good sounding scientific one. I'll
just leave you with a quote I find really sums up how I feel about people
who refuse to give even the slightest nod to the possibility of the
"We seem to have here one of those problems wherein people readily agree on
what it would take to establish something they very much do not want to
believe--and then when, contrary to anyone's expectations, the evidence
actually emerges strongly supportive of the belief, they return (for no
persuasive reason) to add more conditions to what it would take to establish
what they very much do not want to accept. And they continue to do so until
it is virtually impossible that any such evidence should ever emerge."
--Robert Almeder, Dept. of Philosophy, GSU
My oldest brother has been suffering for years from "bed shaking",
he brought over his car to my house to for the winter and within 2 weeks, my
8 yr old daughter started to complain that her bed is shaking.
I was aghast, since I have been in that house, we have never encountered
problems. I tend to be sensitive to the presence of spirits and can feel
"something" in my house when she has complained about her bed. I take her
We got rid of the car, and the bed shaking eventually came to a stop, but
Has restarted again recently. I am divorced with a good relationship with my ex
and my daughter has also complained of the situation at her mother's house.
My ex has also indicated to me that she feels there is a presence in her
I have sought the help of my religious leader, I am muslim. He prepared and
gave me two "tabeege" (not sure of the correct spelling), to put up in the
house. One over the main doorway and one specifically in my daughters room.
This is a small piece of paper, with Islamic writings, blessed with 100
prayer recitals for each. While they seemed to provide initial relief, they
entity seems to be able to by-pass them.
My faith in god is very strong, and I believe in spirits. We are warned of
them in the Quran, and to beware of the the evil whisperer.
While these entities don't seem to bother me or my 7yr old son, they seem to
prefer my daughter.
There is a history of spriritual problems in my family, one of my aunts
Seems to have been "claimed" by a group of spirits who control her life and
apparently, they also have taken to her daughters. She has tried everything
to be rid of them, but they refuse to go.
I don't wish the same fate for my daughter.
There is so much to tell, If you wish to contact me, I will provide you with
a phone number if you so desire. While I don't know you, I sense from your
website that you intention is good and that wish to be helpful to those in
need and I commend you for that.
I am a fairly knowledgeable person concerning these issues, but also
recognize that you can never learn too much.
In a college in Alabama, there is said to be haunted by a ghost
named Condie Cunningham. One night, she and her room mate were baking fudge
on an old-fashoned stove. The house mother told them to turn the stove off
and get to bed. While trying to put the fire out, Condie knocked over a
bottle of alcohol onto the stove, starting a huge fire.She ran down the
hall, and burned to death.
Many students at the college today remember strange encounters with
Condie. One woman was alone in the college, (it was in sumertime) taking a
shower, when she heard the heavy door open, and screaming in the last stall.
There is also a door, where sometimes her face shows up with her
hair on fire. They have replaced the door at least three times, but it keeps
Another student saw her rug ruffle up right before her eyes. there
were no windows open or anything that could cause that to happen.
I saved the best for last. One student saw a lady in a white gown
sitting at her nightstand. Since she thought it was her room mate, (she
didn't have her glasses on) she started to call out her name. When she
reached over for her glasses, she saw that her room mate was fast asleep
right next to her. She then started to scream out her room mate's name. She
finally woke up. when they looked over at the nightstand, the figure
That isn't the part I thought was the best! Here it comes: That same
girlmoved into a different room, thinking that the ghost would then go away.
One night, she woke up to look at the clock, and Condie was eye level with
her... ...on the top bunk! Condie then motioned her to follow her. The girl
didn't follow her. She instead just closed her eyes tightly.
im looking in about ghost and others thing like see them and hear
them to. i
could talk to them and they well talk to me.yes some time that i cloud hear
them and i ask them about there family.im wrighting to you because i cloud
feel things happened to the person and i tell the people about what just
happened to their love ones. right now im tell you this because no one here
listen to me. when i say what happend to them if they dont know whats going
on. i tell you one thing this is not good to me. lets say avery sices my
grama die this what happened to me. when i frist have this comeing to me i
think im going crazy but right now i dont think so. thes ghost tell me right
now that you guys will going to talk to me on the computer and telling me
thats a good sin. if that a good sin then i'll be all right then. i'm telling
you one thing that this young lady is one heard person i meet.lets say yes i
talk to ghost and hear them too. but whats going on here.we move in to this
old house and we just find out that we have two die bodies in are house.
avery time i do somthing its like some one here but when i looking round no
one there.and when i sleep at night i hear things going on.then when i
cooking in the room its like person there watch me.ok this is the true story
ok. my mom doing somthing and she going up stairs some ghost puch her. and
she trun around and shoot up the birde and they got mad and started to puch
her more.when i went down stiars and started to talk to the ghost and i tell
the leave my mom alone. so they did .after that we started to move again to
portland tennessee. but i could hear thing around me still.
I have been telling this story for about eight years now--since the
night it happened. I was a freshman at Bellarmine College, a small
Catholic college only slightly larger than a high school at the time.
The fall semester had just begun and, since the weather was warm, my friends
and I decided to play a few games of volleyball on the sand courts.
After two or three games, I announced that I needed to be getting home
because it was nearly dark and the headlight on my motorcycle was broken.
In an effort to avoid a possible traffic violation, I decided to cut through
the park, which surrounds the Collins Estate, a large mansion--now city
I was cruising slowly up the narrow carraigeway with the woods on my right and the rolling front property on my left. The carraigeway approaches the mansion on its right side and then curves to the left to pass in front and wind around the left side. It was as I began the turn approaching the left side of the house that something unusual caught my attention. Near the side of the house, about fifty feet from where I was, was a shape that I immediately identified as a woman in a white wedding gown. She had her back to me and appeared to be kneeling toward the house--the gown was very bunched around the ground. I saw this figure so clearly that I was not initially frightened--perhaps due to a natual and unconscious tendency toward rationalization. I immediately thought that there must be a wedding reception or some other type of celebration that would warrant the presence of the woman in the gown. However, I couldn't shake the fact that she had been alone and kneeling next to the house. By the time I reached the top of the drive, which ends at the back of the house, and noticed the absence of any type of celebration, I was absolutely convinced of what I had seen--a ghost.
If that were all there is to this particular story, it wouldn't be very convincing. However, there are others who I later learned had seen the mysterious woman. My friends and I used to walk deep into the woods at night to build a campfire and have fun--as college students will do on occasion. Usually on the way, we would sing and laugh to hide the fact that the hike always seemed a little scary. On one particular trip to our favorite area, one of the young ladies became very quiet. When we arrived and were in the process of setting up, I asked her what was wrong. She asked, "Didn't you see that woman sitting just off the path watching us walk past?" I told her that I had not seen her. I thought of my own experience not even a year earlier and asked her to describe the woman. I could have predicted the answer--the woman wore a white gown that looked like a wedding dress.
The last time I heard of this mysterious woman was two years later, when I was a junior in college. My study partner in Philosophy was another young lady that I had known since grade school. One night we studied at the library until closing time, which was 10:00PM. I decided to go home but she said she wanted to study further in the dorm lobby. A few hours later, while she was on her way home in the car, she noticed something as she drove past what had originally been the large front property of the mansion. It seemed like a white flash. She dismissed it as fatigue but, as she neared the bridge that crosses Beargrass Creek, a woman in white was standing in the middle of the road. My friend swerved to avoid hitting the woman, whom she had seen very clearly, but the figure vanished. I told her of my experience only after she related her terrifying experience to me the next day. I'm not sure what's there but it's the closest thing I've ever had to a real experience concerning the supernatural.
This is a true story that began around 1997, when
I was 14 to 15 years
old. I live in a little town that has seen the stage coach days, big
railroad times, along with different mining substances.
When I was going into the 8th grade we moved up the hill from my home of
the last 8 to 9 years, and our new home was where there had once been a mining
camp located in the 1930's to about the late 40's, early 50's, and before that
an old stage coach stop was located in the same vacinity.
After we lived there about a year, my mom and dad was walking around
our property, and found an old brass bed half buried in the dirt. Since they
both love antiques, they dug it up and brought it home.
My mom sanded and painted the brass head, and foot boards along with the
whole frame. After she was finished with it she put it in my room, which is
one of three in a double wide mobile home. Soon after that strange things
started happening, even though it took us years to put the two things
together. It started very lightly at first, so lightly it could be imagination
and/or forgetfullness. I guess the first thing I can really remember is my neices
and nephews (which are 8 to 12 years younger than I) being scared to go in my
room and most especially by themselves. Of course that could be overlooked because
kids hearing things and reading more into it, but it didn't just scare the
kids some of the adults (sister and sister in-law mostly) were uncomfortable and
a litle scared of that room. The funny thing is, I was never really scared at all. I don't even know
when or how I came to the knowledge something was different, I just know one day I
was in my room alone and I said out loud " Please don't ever show yourself to
me because it would scare me to death" and rather that was why or not, He
never showed me himself. I call him he because I felt that he was a man, probably an
older man or middle aged. I gave him the name of George, and it didn't seem to
bother him. I would have friends stay the night, and the next morning they would be
asking me about who was standing at the foot of the bed the night before,
I knew no one had. I hadn't told them about George.
My mom was slapped in the face one night, but nobody was around to have
done it. My sister was shoved into my moms room when nobody else was near that
could have done it. But none of the incidents was done in an evil way.
One thing that was probably the strangest was my "Potsi Bear", a
stuffed Panda Bear I recieved from my sister for Christmas one year. I hung
my "Potsi Bear" up on a plant hook in my bedroom, and I began to notice that
no matter where I moved to, in my room my "Potsi Bear" would follow me with
his eyes. He would be turned and looking at me in any direction I was at in
my room. I thought it might be just me, being paranoid, but the first time my
sister went into my room after hanging up the bear, she told me to take it
down because it scared her and made her feel uneasy, because she also noticed
it would move always in the direction she could be seen.
The night before I was to be married was another memorable time,
because at bedtime, right around 11:00 p.m., I and my parents had gone to
bed. (and a habit of mine and my mothers is to read for 30 to 45 minutes
before turning out light and going to sleep.) I read only for about fiften
minutes, and turned out my light, I couldn't fall asleep because I was
nervous about the next day. I was laying ther thinking and heard my mom shut
her bedside lamp off, and within a couple of minutes my bed started shaking
and moving, not violently, but enough to scare the heck out of me. My first
thought was an earthquake, so I yelled out to my mother to see if she was
still awake and could feel the earthquake that was still going on. My mom had
still been awake she said, she had just turned her lamp out. But she didn't
feel anything and aked if I had been dreaming, I told her no I haven't went
to sleep yet, and my bed is still shaking.
I realized it could not be an earthquake because if I felt it that
strong ther was no way my wouldn't have felt it also. We lived in a double
wide mobile home, and one of my parents bedroom walls was the seperation and
my room was the other side of that wall. So the only conclusion I could come
up with was it had to have been "GEORGE" the friendly ghost.
He followed me to my new home with my husband, but only stayed a
couple of years and then I felt he had moved back to my parents. But there is
no certainty about that though. There has been other incidents but if I told
everything the mystery would be gone.
this is not famous
but i thought you might like it,in scotland (thats where i live) there
is a house and this is where our story is based, in 1998 the
house was rented out, by the city council, to a woman with 2 kids.when they
first moved in everything was fine but soon problems enterd their little
life! at night the mother woke up to coughing and faint crys for help she
rushed to see the kids and when she got in thier were purple finger marks
around the neck. she took the kids to nine wells hospital but they were ok
but short for breath, this happend 3 times then social services took the kids
away from there mother, but she dinied strangling her kids. but soon after a
wanna be reporter from the dundee evining telegraph took up the story and he
and his son went to spend the night with the woman at lion street, the
reporter never left the woman alone when his son was asleep and he started to
cough and spluter, they both ran in and took the boy to nine wells,he is ok.
after that the reporter checked the background of the house and in the 1950s
there was a single father who strangled his kids to death and hung himself.
many people believe this was the ghost that tried to kill the kids,i dont
know but the council have boarded up the house and wont rent or sell it to
ever hear singing thet cant be explained? Hear singing of a little
girl that isnt there?Me and my friend olga did !when we were 9 years old
i went to sleepover her house knowing that we were gonna have a good non
freaky time.BUT NO THAT DIDNT HAPPEN.when it was around 7:30 we went out
on her balcany with christmas carol books and started to sing.we sung about
3 songs until silent night i started hearing voices singing down
the street ( she lives at the top of a dead end). I knew right away it
wasnt carolers because it was in the middle of march! i asked olga if she
heard voices that werent ours down the street and she said no. So then
i thought it was my imagination.But when we got to jolly old saint nicholasshe
started to hear them too.So we kept on singing because we wanted to see
if it was still going! Then her mom came out to check on us,but the thing
that struck me was the voices kept on singing even when her mom was out
there and her mom NEVER EVER heard a thing.so the next year me and olga
and our other friend kaitlyn slept over olgas house and we made a ouji
board and we talked to this spirit named abbigail norber who died in a
fire at age 4 in phili!Now i thought it was wierd because we lived in connecticut.but
i never asked her that question.she became our friend and to this day she
is still here.after our encounter we started getting more ghosts with us.
To this very day we keep getting more and more ghosts.now this is a believer
SO BELIEVE IT!!!!!!!!
A TRUE Ghost Story
Every word of this story is TRUE. I am a believer.
In 1967, we moved into an old, early 1900s rental house. I was 15, my brother was 13, and there was my mother and our stepfather.
Just inside the front door was an expansive living area with a shiny, golden-brown wood floor. A fireplace adorned the west wall. But on the floor to the right of the fireplace was the most hideous spot, a two-foot oblong shape that was black at the center and fading to reddish brown at the edges.
I told my mother that I would remove it. "It can't be removed," she said. "People have tried." I cajoled my mother to tell me more, and, with an unusual amount of hesitancy, she finally relented.
Three years before, the landlord had told her, a man, a woman, and their children, a boy and a girl, lived in the house. One night the children heard their parents shouting, so, curious, they tiptoed down the stairs and peered out into the large room from behind a flimsy, plastic accordion door.
Their father went outside and they heard the car trunk slam. He blasted back through the front door wielding a shotgun. He knocked his wife to the floor and shot her. Without hesitation, he put the barrel in his mouth and pulled the trigger, blowing pieces of himself back into a small bedroom located behind the fireplace.
Mom said the rent was a good deal, so despite the horrific history, she paid the deposit. She hoped I wouldn't be upset about her choice of living accommodations. "Freaky story!" I commented, with teenage bravado, not really half believing it. But later, I would regret my blasé attitude.
Oppressive adequately describes the atmosphere in that house. Once, when home alone, I tried to scrub the spot with liquid cleaner, Brillo pads, and then sandpaper. All to no avail. It felt as if some unknown entity watched while I labored.
On the sunniest of days, the dark interior closed in. It seemed the windows would not allow light to enter. The house was dark, but the bedroom behind the fireplace seemed the epitome of darkness. On the hottest of summer days, I would enter the room and feel an immediate chill. We, unspoken, left it empty.
As the weeks passed, I noticed my parentís and brothers personalities change. Once eternally happy, now my folks fought and quarreled, sometimes into the early morning hours. I recall wondering how could anyone have that much energy to argue so vehemently, for so long. Did they ever sleep? My brother became morose and alienated himself from the family. He began to leave the house at night, exiting through an upstairs window and clambering out onto the roof.
Other strange phenomena occurred. I stumbled on my brother and his two friends in the old dirt basement under the kitchen playing with a ouija board. "Where did you find it?" I asked. They told me it was in the dirt behind the furnace. I watched as they asked questions while the planchet zipped around the board.
A strange malevolence gripped us. My mother fell ill with grand mal epileptic seizures. A hideous boil erupted on the calf muscle of my left leg. I heard mysterious noises, and during the evening hours, flitting shadows skirted at the periphery of my vision.
One afternoon, mom cried out, "Come here. Look at this!" When I arrived at her bedroom closet door, she swung it open. On the floor sat a lifelike doll. I am not exaggerating when I say the doll was surrealistically human appearing: it was about 3-feet tall, porcelain skin with all the color and nuances of flesh, bushy, thick hair done up in brown ringlets, and those eyes--glistening, moist, large blue eyes that I swore followed me around the room. Shirley Temple came to mind. "Where did you get THAT?" I asked. It just showed up, she said, out of the blue.
As incidents accelerated, and temperaments deteriorated, mom finally said, "We're moving!" They packed up everything and moved the furniture up to a new place.
For some reason, because of a test, perhaps a school project, or the new house was just too far away, I couldn't leave the house on that last night and move up to the new place. I told mom that it would be more convenient if I spent the night alone in the old rental. They could pick me up, along with the last few boxes of goods, after school the next day.
So, after hanging out with a friend, I arrived at the house around 9pm. (To this day, I don't know why I decided to stay overnight alone. I must have had a good reason!) I made a bed on the floor in front of the fireplace. Not a living soul was in the house. A few boxes were piled near the wall opposite the fireplace and me. I extinguished all the lights and settled in to sleep. If I had moved my feet 12 inches to the north, they would have touched that onerous spot. Somehow, soon, I was fast asleep.
My eyes fluttered, and I groggily awoke. Something wasn't right. When I had dozed off earlier, the house was black and dark as an unlit coal mine, but now I detected light. I glanced at my alarm clock. It said 3:15am.
A ghostly muted yellow, pulsating light cascaded across the floor, over the boxes, and up the wall. A gray shadow filled its center. I froze with fear pondering the question of who turned on the light, but soon succumbed to curiosity.
I rose up on my elbow and gazed past the spot, past the doorway of the cold bedroom, and toward my mother's bedroom where the light emanated from. In the doorway, silhouetted by light rays from within her room, stood the doll, its arms outstretched, and even though it was backlit, I could see a pair of glowing eyes.
Needless to say, I didn't sleep. I didn't move. At sunrise, I jumped up and dashed out of the house never to return.