The Phantom Hit
This story happened two summers ago and may not be paranormal, but it sure freaked me and my buddies out and every once in awhile we still talk about "The Phantom Hit." Me and two friends were up late and we came up with the bright idea of chucking rocks at cars that passed by my friend's house. We took handfuls of rocks and whipped them at cars and if we hit one we would run like hell. We moved to a busier street and hid by some bushes. This one car was coming and we each had one rock. I almost never threw because I felt too guilty if I hit a car. My friends both threw their rocks. My one friend's rock clearly bounced across the road and landed in the grass, I saw it happen. My other friend hit the car and it made a huge THWACK! sound when it hit the car. The car didn't stop so we were relieved but not five seconds later we heard another THWACK that sounded exactly like the first one. Exactly like the first one. Only one rock had hit the car, I had not thrown, and my other friend had missed. Unless some other kids had decided to throw rocks at cars at the exact same time, and one hit the exact same car not five seconds after my friend's did, we could find no explanation. I'm sure you're thinking there must be some other explanation but I promise you it was the exact same sound. That is the only weird thing like that that has ever happened to me. Lame when compared to other's stories, but it still freaked us out.
MY GRANDPARENTS LIVED ON THE HOCKER FARM IN BEAVER
DAM, KENTUCKY. EVERY OTHER WEEK-END, I'D GO TO THEIR
HOUSE. I WAS ABOUT FOUR YEARS OLD. MY GRANDMOTHER
SUGGESTED THAT I TAKE A NAP, AND WHEN I AWOKE MY
GRANDFATHER WOULD TAKE ME TO THE BARN WITH HIM TO FEED
THE HORSES. BEING AS TIRED AS I WAS AND HAD ALREADY
GOTTEN INTO A LOT OF TROUBLE HAVING GOTTEN MY "HIND
END" SPANKED SEVERAL TIMES, I DECIDED THAT WAS A GOOD
IDEAL! SO, I CLIMBED INTO MY BABY BED FOR MY NAP.
(YES, I REALIZE AT FOUR, BEING IN A BABY BED IS
RIDICULOUS, BUT IT WAS GOOD AND STURDY. DESPITE THE
FACT THAT BEING HER ONLY GRANDDAUGHTER TO THIS DAY,
THAT WOMAN WOULD HAVE LOVED TO HAVE KEPT ME LITTLE
FOREVER!) I LAID THERE UNTIL MY EYES WERE SHUT BY THE
"SAND MAN". I SLEPT FOR ABOUT AN HOUR. WHEN I AWOKE,
I HEARD GRANDADDY'S VOICE IN THE KITCHEN. TOO LAZY TO
GET UP, I LAID THERE LISTENING TO THE COMFORTING SOUND
OF HIS VOICE AS HE TOLD MY GRANDMOTHER, NOT TO BE
SPANKING MY "HIND END" ANY MORE BECAUSE I WAS JUST
BEING A LITTLE GIRL. THEN, SUDDENLY, MY BABY BED
ROLLED OUT FROM THE CORNER, ROLLED THROUGH THE DOOR
AND DOWN THE ENTRANCE INTO THE LIVING ROOM! I
SCREAMED IN A TERRIBLE PANIC! OF COURSE MY
GRANDPARENTS CAME RUNNING TO THE BEDROOM TO SEE WHAT
WAS WRONG, JUST TO LOOK DOWN THE HALL INTO THE LIVING
ROOM SEEING ME LAYING "SCARED TO DEATH" SCREAMING IN
MY BABY BED! GRANDADDY SAID "DON'T BOTHER MY
GRANDDAUGHTER ANYMORE!!!", AS LOUD AS HE COULD. I
DON'T KNOW WHO OR WHAT HE WAS TALKING TO AND DON'T
REALLY CARE!!! HOWEVER, I'VE HEARD MY FATHER SAY THAT
WHEN HE LIVED THERE, HIS BLANKETS THAT HE COVERED UP
WITH AT NIGHT WOULD END UP ON THE LIVING ROOM COUCH
SEVERAL TIMES THROUGH-OUT THE WEEK. AND OUR GERMAN
SHEPHERD WAS ALWAYS BARKING AND WINING AT THE CELLAR
DOOR! MY GRANDMOTHER HAS SAID THAT WHEN COOKING,
THINGS THAT SHE HAD JUST GOTTEN DOWN FROM THE CUBBARD
WOULD BE MOVED!
We (me and my 8 month pregnant wife) had just purchased an
older home in
Upper Yucaipa. The house was built in 1956 and a room was added on in the early
to mid 1980’s. A year after our son was born, I was in the master bathroom when I
heard a woman’s voice say, “What are you doing?” I opened the door and went into
the living room, to find my wife sleeping on the sofa. A few nights later, I was
working a 24-hour shift. My wife was woken by a noise and saw a light in the
hallway. She said it was blue in color and was hovering in the hallway outside our
room. The light was in the shape of a ball floating 4 feet off the ground. After a few
min. the light went away. Four months ago, I was giving my son a bath in the
master bathroom. He turned toward me and looked over my shoulder. My son had
a fixed gaze. I turned around thinking it was my wife. No one was there, I then felt
an ice-cold chill go through me. When the chill went away my son was looking out
the door, then he turned to me and started playing again.
2 Freaky Experiences
Deep Ghost Voice
ok this is a couple years ago i was going to see my dad i knocked on his
door and i heard a deep voice mumble i opened the door no one was there i
was tring to keep calm i went to find my mother she said dad left half an
hour ago to go to Shaws.
Spirit at 1.00 a.m.
i woke up at 12.51.Iwas wide awake at 12.59 a minute later i saw my mother
looking at me from my room you could see the hallway when the door is open
the door was open and i saw my mother in her night gown i said mom after a
minute she just walked away i got out of bed she was gone i thought she was
in her room already i walked through her open door she as sound asleep with
my father i thought she might be sleep walking because she usally checks on
me /Then i thought it can,t be she was kind of fuzzy and her eyes where wide
open.Then it hit me either her spirit or my grandpa discised because he died
way before i was born.
Stumbled upon you. Your sincerety seems very genuine. I think this will be more of a therapy process for me. So here goes...
In 1996 my fiance and I purchased a home in North Carolina and began
work on our little dream house immediately. My husband to be was a carpenter
so I had my own 'handy man'. This was going to be great! It only took a
few days for me to start noticing that I just didn't feel wanted in the
home. There were days that I thought "I love this house I feel so at 'home'
when I'm here". The sun shining in through the windows, the birds chirping
outside, people popping in to welcome us to the neighborhood. But...I still
had those moments that I could litterally feel someone watching me. As
work continued on the house and the wedding plans falling into that frantic
pace, I was diverted from not really focusing on that 'watched feeling'.
The wedding was so tender and sweet and everyone of our friends along with family turned out in their best attire. We were so delighted with how well and smoothly the entire day went. We had a small honeymoon ,the house took all of our money so a couple of nights is all we got. We got all settled in the evening back from the honeymoon and retired for the evening. Our mattress and boxsprings on the floor we snuggled up for our first night in our new home together as husband and wife. Being newleyweds ofcourse it didn't take much snuggling for it to turn to more. And then it happened...right in the middle of our "snuggling" I saw it for the first time. Just standing at the foot of our bed. It was very tall and dark. I whispered to my husband that someone was at the foot of our bed and he quickly grabbed the gun that had a place by the bed and it dissappeared. My husband asked, "where the hell is someone? There is nothing there!". I told him everything that I saw. The part that shook me up was that well...we had tore out a small closet in the bedroom to make it bigger. We found all kinds of things between the walls that were of that period. The house remind you was very old. There was no way these things could have gotten in there. My husband being a construction worker looked for a reasonable explaination (he didn't believe in any hoogy-boogy stuff. No way could he figure this out so we just brushed the whole thing under the rug. I proceeded to tell him the big black figure flew up inside the closet! He just looked at me and said it was only my eyes playing tricks on me. I had a very hard time falling to sleep that night. Time and life went on in our little home. Friends over on the weekends playing cards releaving the weeks stress. Yes, this was a happy time.I happened to mention to one of our guests one night about the fact that our little dog Sasha would lay in the guest bedroom all the time and growl at the closet in there. I thought this to be odd since it was my closet that I thought I saw the shadow float up into. Why did she not growl at my closet? So as scared as I could possibly be I decided the next day to empty out this closet just to help my fear. I felt as though the entire time someone was there. I can't explain this feeling other than it's a feeling you will never forget once you've experienced it. I never opened that closet door again. Sightings of this dark,tall shadow started to be a frequent thing for me but I never mentioned it to my husband. I was afraid he would think I was loosing it. The sightings quickly turned into things being moved around. Mainly just small objects that I was momentarily using at the time. Such as a hair brush. When I would lay it down to spray my hair it would be gone when I would reach back for it. That should tell you how focused in on my hair I was. I would find my house keys outside on our back porch in the washer and odd stuff like that. This soon turned to having something litterally sit next to me on the couch at all times of the day and night. I stood in the doorway to our living room one evening and watched the impression of someone sit down in a chair. Complete with the wicker chair crackling from the weight of NOTHING? Why could I not see the shadow during these times. It was like it would let me see it when it wanted to. Is this possible? Within a year the honeymooners were fighting all the time. I finally got up enough nerve to ask him if he had ever seen this shadow figure, seen or heard anything or ever felt like being watched. Yes to all the above. I don't know if I was releived or frightened more by this. I decided that I had to get out of there so I packed a suitcase and went home to mom & dad. Within a weeks time my husband was hanging little tine handmade nooses up all over our cute little house. This scared me enough that I quickly returned back to the house to try and figure out what in the world he was doing. It didn't take long to find out that within that week he had started having these strange black out spells and threatening suicide! To make this painful story short I did all I thought I could do and moved out to leave him in that haunted hell hole. A few weeks later I got "the phone call". My husband had hung himself in the very closet that I had seen the shadow go into. If anyone has any advice on what this could have been please help. NOTE; This house was not haunted to my knowledge prior to this. I knew the lady that lived there. Her and her husband were the original owners. Her husband passed away leaving her the house. I don't know if he passed in the house. I never got to ask her that. She died after she sold us the house and moved into a nursing home. Thanks for any suggestions. Oh, I should say that this experience has turned me into a huge ghost lover. You would think I'd be a big chicken now. This is by far my worst haunting. I have had many. I'm remarried now and have this sort of weird shit to happen all the time. My mother does to. We have thought about seeking questions. Can there be people that pick up spirits while out and bring them home? Well, Thank you for the chance to tell my story. Let me know if you want more.
Hi, my name is Evan and I am currently checking with students at
College for stories of paranormal activity on campus.
I noticed your list of "haunted places" and (geez, thanks alot!) now I'm
totally interested. I just posted a request on the campus online forum this
afternoon and I just recieved a reply from a student living in Martha Wilson
House...she had alot to say. After she grants permission, I hope to forward
her story to you guys, as well as any other info I get. I've heard rumours
that on campus, there are other areas that are possibly haunted but aren't
mentioned on your site. My girlfriend (a senior at Smith) told me about
spending a night in the infirmary (heath services building) and was grabbed
by unseen hands. Other places could include the daycare center (across the
street from the infirmary),Morrow House's Maids Corridor, and Baldwin House.
I have become extremely interested in stories regarding Smith and the NoHo
Asylum, especially due to the age of both locations and the fact that they
are located in extremely close proximity with each other.
If you guys have any info regarding the asylum (I'm a Canadian and would
hate to be deported for trespass), I would appreciate it.
I'll keep you guys posted about these places before I head to Seattle
(permanently) in July.
Anyhow, I really enjoyed your site...spooky!
Ghost stories: My experience
I was a Security officer at Modesto Jr. College. It has two campuses and the West campus Law Enforcement training facility used to be the old State Hospital. While on rounds there we had to check all of the windows on the barrack type buildings to make sure that they were closed. I would walk what was called the 1/4 mile hallway first to make sure all of the doors on the hallway were locked. Many times I would have to chase down subjects that would be at the other end of the hallway and then turn the corner.... but as you would guess when I would get there no one would be in the dead-end hallway. The people would be dressed in hospital gowns and were usually older males approx. in their 70's. One time while in class, a group of students observed a older male in his 70's walk right through the room they were sitting in and disappear down the hall. When they followed him, he vanished. Apparently when the hospital was in operation, many unexplained deaths occurred in a short per!
iod of time.
Not long after my Great-Grandma died i had a really REALLY bad stomache ache and a horrible headache. When you first seen an agel you see them out of the corner of your eye. Well, i was sitting on the couch moaning in pain when suddenly out of the corner of my eye a figure appeared. It looked just like my Great-Grandma. It was moveing around and i was kind of scared. It was an angel. I suddenly felt warm from head to toe and i fell asleep for like 5 minuets. When i woke up i was all better. It was as if i never had this sickness. Then, it felt as if a hand touched my shoulder and said it's alright. It was my Great-Grandma. My Gaurdian Angel!
I have previously sent my experiences in a haunted house I lived in. I have
also summited a place to the Haunted Paces Index, now I have a more recent
experience to share. I should start out by saying that I have a special gift
for communicating with the dead. My mother has this gift so does one of her
sisters as well as my grandfather when he was alive. Subsequently I have more
that several entities following me around. Anyway two years ago after I
graduated from high school I moved to my parents basement and converted it to
an apartment. They let me live here rent free which is more than a great deal
for a poor college student. While living here in my basement dwelling I
acquired a new entity. He is 's very a seven year old little boy. I tend to
think he died of aids or some other terminal disease. He's very sweet and I
don't mind him hanging around. I have only seen him twice in the form of a
small child sized shadow. The reason I have seen him so few times is because
I told him he was welcome to stay with me as long as he wanted if he didn't
try to scare me. I have heard him many times, giggling and calling me mommy
for some reason and saying I love you. I have no children of my own yet. He
kept his promise but he can be a little michiviouis as all children can. I
have a stuffed pink panther that's over 4 feet tall standing in my room. It's
to heavy to ever fall over on it's own but I constantly find it laying face
down on the ground. He helps me find things when I lose them which is often.
Once I somehow misplaced a pair of my work out shorts. I had looked all
through my basement and even removed each piece of clothing out of my closet
while searching. I gave up and went up stairs and asked my Mom if she had
seen them she hadn't. When I went back into my closet later I found a my
clothes neatly pushed of to each side on the rode. In the middle hanging all
by themselves and sticking out obtrusively were my shorts. I asked davey if
he found them then I heard a giggle. Also I every once in a while I come home
to find my tv on and turned to my favorite channel (Court tv) as well as my
lava lamp going. The other thing he likes are all my stuffed animals and
dolls I never had the heart to get rid of. I constantly find them over
turned, out of the usual spot or faceing the oppisite way. I know this is
getting long so I'll wrap it up. Besides davey the ghost of my cat whom I
just had to put to sleep in august. While sleeping at night I can still feel
her in her usual spot on the bed and can sometime hear her purring. It's a
nice warm loving presence,she was my sole mate since I was five years old and
I miss her a lot. Anyway that's all folks I never told and one these things
so it just between us :)
Really i think we all have ESP, it is weird, cause I have had some
experiences before. You See , everytime I come from my Grandmothers house, on
Sunday, I go to my mothers house, usually when I come home it is ok, but
sometimes I get feelings that something is wrong. Well, one night I got home,
and all day long I had had this feeling that when I got home, I was going to
have a rude awakening,and I did, I rushed in the house, and closed the door,
that is when I seen my mothers face, she looked very sad. I instantley new
that her and her husband got in a argument. I asked her what was wrong, and
she told me, that her and her husband were in an argument! As if I had not
Well I do not know if this would really qualifie as ESP, but one
day, me and
my sister were sitting around, playing with one of those magic 8 balls, when
there was a knock at the door, me and my sister, both told my grandma that
there was a person at the door. Me and my sister guessed off the top of our
head, that that was my granmothers dear friend Jan. When we opened the door,
we were stunned tottally.
I just read the anonymous account for the story
regarding "Camp Zama" and I can't tell you how freaked
out I am. My parents and I lived in Sagami-Hara from
1984-1987 - and I can back up the account of
hauntings. However, we did NOT know that the grounds
had formerly been a cemetery!!!!!! Nor did we know of
the history of both Camp Zama and Sagami-Hara.
On two separate occasions my dad had been pushed down
the stairs - now, normally when a person slips on a
stair they slip backwards and fall on their rears. He
felt a force pushing him squarely on the shoulders -
and fell face first. My mother was standing on the
outside patio and was pushed sideways into the flower
bed. She was simply standing with me, talking to a
neighbor. There was no way she could have just fallen
outright, for no reason or for lack of footing.
At the time, I was about 10 years old, and although
children could carry an imagination or fear of
'monsters under the bed' - I saw an evil face burned
into the wall of my bedroom. So frightening that
often I had to run downstairs to the living room to
sleep, because I would wake up screaming often, if I
was able to get sleep at all. Other friends and
neighbors had said they felt a weird presence in their
homes too. Now that we know it was a cemetery, it all
leaves no doubt that it was entirely real.
My mother and many other employees used to work in a group home for
retarded teenagers and adults. They were called "Clients". For their privacy
(and sanity) I will give no names, however, the home is in Cicero, Indiana.
There were many witnesses to all occurrances in this home, so I was inclined
to believe it. I "used to be" very skeptic. Afew years after the house became
a group home, some of the employees would hear strange noises, sense
presences and cold spots. Anyway, one night after dinner while everyone was
in the kitchen, they all heard a door slam. But the entire house shook when
this happened. No human could use such force. This got their attention. Most
nights after that, they would always hear 3 knocks on any wall in the house.
Does this indicate the 666 thing? Things happened every night to some of the
employees but not all. One would get his hair pulled, the other would hear
screaming in his ear, another nothing at all. There were door slams in the
same room everyone was in and only one would hear it and none of the others.
One day...well, several days it would show itself. They all concurred that
this thing was black with red eyes and about 6 feet tall. It had no human
qualities about it of course, and it looked as if it had scales. By this time
every one was terrified. My mother was one of the employees it had the most
fun with. It constantly harassed her and mimicked her. Every day the
harassment grew stronger and more evil. It began harassing the clients which
angered my mom and the others. They all decided to reach out to God and the
Bible. This always enraged the evil spirit or demon and it would go nuts! It
would turn the volume up all the way on the tv, turn all the lights out, slam
doors,etc. Every time they got on the phone for help and started talking
about the demon they would either get cut off or there would be too much
static to talk so they had to hang up. I could go on for 2 hours about what
happened there. Just a few for now. It used to form itself into one of the
employees or clients, i mean make itself look like one of them. But it never
was perfect when it did that, it would have something missing like an eye or
ear or finger. One day when a male employee was in the living room, one of
the clients was sitting on the couch watching tv. There was a mirror on the
wall beside the couch. The employee looked in the mirror and said he saw a
black hand around the client's neck. Some nights it would hide in the
clients' closets and scare them when they were in bed. They became too scared
to go to bed each night. One client described it as "lightning in the closet
and scary noises". It used to move furniture around a lot, too. One night my
dad went to visit mom there and the thing messed with him pretty hard. It
pulled his hair all night until finally my dad said something nasty to it.
When my dad got home that night,
he turned on the kitchen light as usual and the bulb blew. He put in another
one and it blew. He put in yet another and it blew. Finally he got one in
that did not blow. I suppose it could have been a bad box of bulbs. Later
when he was in bed, he was awakened in the middle of the night to see the
black mass of scales and red eyes. His reaction to this was "Get out of here
you don't belong here" and rolled over to sleep again. A few minutes later he
said it was gone. That same night, he said his longtime guardian angel
visited and comforted him. If there's evil, there has to be good. He never
told my mom this and I don't have to tell you why. Another night my dad heard
growling in his ear that got progressively louder. Freaked him out! The dog
was asleep. Another night mother was in the bathroom at home with the door
shut and the dog was in there with her. He started growling at the door and
she was too afraid to open it. The thing knocked 3 times on her bedroom wall
a couple of times, too. She pretended she didn't hear it. Like I said, I
could go on for hours telling you all the things this thing did. Just to let
you know, they had a Preacher or someone like that come to bless the house
and say a prayer, but that did not get rid of it, only quieted it a little.
The group home is no longer there, it has become some other business-good
luck to them, they're going to need it.
Well my story goes like this....
I used to live with another girl in a very new house downstairs in
basement suite. At first everything was normal. Eventually we started
hearing a cat's meow. Figuring it was just the neighbours upstairs it was no
big deal to us. Eventually the noises became louder, closer to the door that
seperated us from the stairs going upstairs, the cat just sat there and
meowed. Finally feeling a bit annoyed, we confronted the people upstairs
about thier cat, they denied even owning one.
Another night I came home from a night of partying. I will admit to being
drunk but I know what I know. Feeling the urgent need to go to the bathroom
like most people do after drinking more than thier body wieght. Being male I
stood in front of the toilet doing my business. Directly in front of me is a
mirror and to the right is the counter. Halfway through doing my business I
all of a sudden felt a push from behind me. Hard enough that I stumbled
forward. Out of reflex I yelled a startled sound that I have never heard
from me before. I looked in the mirror to see if anyone was behind me. No
one there. I immidiately felt the cold chills race through my body until I
left the bathroom. I went to check to see if my roomate was home, she
wasn't, I was alone. Needless to say, I stayed up most of the night trying
to figure out what had just occured.
The story I'm going to relate is absolutely true. It occurred
when I was 15 years old and is the only significant experience I've ever
had. I'm not a psychically sensitive person which made it all the
more frightening. So...here goes: As I've already mentioned,
I was 15 years old. I had retired for the evening to my bedroom where I
immediately fell asleep. My step-mother had an annoying/endearing
habit of bending down and placing her face next to mine and my sister's
faces while we slept to make sure we were breathing. That is why
when I awoke approximately 2 hours after going to sleep I wasn't surprised
to see a feminine face about 3 inches from my own. She was staring
into my eyes and had (in hindsight) a rather maniacal smile on her face.
I remember two thoughts coming to mind at the time. The first thought
was "She's checking to see if I'm breathing" and the second was "Wow! She
looks really old and mean up close." I began to laugh and sat up
suddenly. The face stayed about three inches from my face until I
was fully sitting up. Then the face simply disappeared. I leaped
from my bed and ran to where my father and step-mother were having drinks
in the kitchen. I was petrified and shaking visibly. Well...that's
it! I would welcome any theories about what that might have been
(besides my imagination as I've already accepted that as a definite possibility).
first of all sorry for my bad english for my mother language is dutch.
2 years ago we bought a house from 1925 and we had a lot of work in it we never mentioned anything strang untill last december , when we go upstairs to sleep we always have to walk past the cellar door and if it's open or the light is on we should see it. one night i had a strange dream, we lived in the same house but in my dream it was bigger and she was upstairs with the children i went down the cellar to get something when i enter the cellar the light doesnt work and the door closes i start pulling the door and suddenly the light goes on en the door opens. in panic i woke up and told my wife about my dream then we went down and when i enterd the living room i saw a light shinning still uncomfortable about my dream i opent the living door and saw the cellar door open and the light on.no one could have enterd the house,at the front door sleeps our dog and at the backdoor we have an alarm. the next night my wife woke up and heard someone going up and down the stairs .the next night our dog began barking and our little dog who sleeps in our bedroom walked to the door and sat there for about 5 minutes and then he went back to his nest what was strange because he never leaves his nest before we wake up . the following night my youngest daughter woke up in the middle of the night and started talking when i checked on her she continued watching in the hallway later that night i woke up hearing someone going up and down the stairs. that was the last night we heard something and until now we didn't noticed anything strange . this is a real story and i dont now what it was but i'm glad it stopped i also have two other real story's but i will tell later
Hi my name is nate, and my uncle told me about a haunted cematary
he used to
go to in the 70's. So I decided to take my friends there with me at night,
becuase we like to get scared. Well it is called Aux Sable cematary in
minooka, illinois. To get back there it is about 2 miles of road along a
tree line, then finally the tree line stops and it is just forrest, you then
enter the forrest on a dirt road for a 1/4 mile, and go over a creek on a
stone bridge, then finally getting into the cematary. The whole cematary is
about 200 yards squared. The cematary is inactive so it is pretty old. Well
we get there and always walk around for a little while, but 3 out of the 5
times we have gone there, this thing happens. We are in the middle of the
graveyard, and we see headlights coming down the 1/4 mile trail, so we run
and get in our cars, and we go fly down the trail because we think its a cop,
but everytime we go right up to the headlights coming at us on the trail, and
the car just dissapears. It can't be another source of light becuase the
nearest light was 2 miles back when we got off of an actual road. This seems
I am 41 years old and have a lifetime of strange happenings
. The first haunting I can remember was when I was living in Peru
Indiana. It was in a house in town back in the mid 60's. I
remember that my sister's and my rooms were upstairs on the second floor.
Note: we NEVER slept up there. Mainly because we both knew that there
was something there. Sometimes when we were playing, my parents would
here a person falling down the steps and banging hard against the door
at the bottom. They thought it was one of us, run to the door and
open it only to find that there was onone there. Then there was the
nioses outside the house. One time I remember my uncle who was home
on leave was watching my sister and I so our parents could go out.
It had snowed that day and the ground was covered. That evening,
we heard someone running around outside the house, banging on the walls.
My uncle (an Army NCO) went outside to confront the person, again, no body
was there. And there were no tracks in the snow. needless to say,
he never came back to that house again.
In the mid-70's my dad built our own home in Irvine, Kentucky. we lived there for about two years with nothing happening. They (my parents) decided to build an addition on to the house. The original house became all bedrooms. The new part was the new livingroom and kitchen/dinning room. Thats when things started happening. At first there were nioses in the attic, we thought they were cats that had gotten up there somehow. But we could never find them. Then the sightings started. There was an access hole to the attic that was covered up with a piece of drywall. The dryall had broken and everytime we walked through the hall, we could see up into the attic. Sometimes I could see something looking back at me! And it was'nt no cat. I would only catch a glimpse, and it would scurry away, I never saw what it really looked like. My sister said she saw it once, she was washing her hair in the bathroom sink (the bathroom door was right below the opening), when she finished she wrapped a towel arond her head, turned to walk out of the room, and standing in the hall was what she described as a small creature, about 2 feet tall, pionted ears and all black. She said it acted suprized she saw it, and moved sideways real fast and dissapeared. My mom says that sometimes she would goo into her bedroom and see an indention in the blankets and pillow of a where a small body had lain.
About this time my brother was born. The sightings and noises were growing at a steady pace. I recall once, now this is what really scared me the most, I had made a comment to my mom that I diddnt belive in ghosts. Now my mother had a heavy brass ashtray that was passed down to her by her father. We were in the livingroom watching TV. She was on the couch, I was on the floor sitting under the large pitcure window.. The ashtray was on top of the mantle over the fireplace accross the room. I made the statement that I diddnt believe in ghosts, Then I heard a loud crash right by my head. I thought someone out side the window had banged into the wall. I turned to look, when I saw the ashtray on the floor by my hand. Mom said she saw it fly off the mantle and just missed hitting me. I went to my room and put on my headphones to listen to my sterio, when the whole thing came crashing down on my head. (It was on a shelf above my bed) So I went back into the livingroom and told her that I DO believe in ghosts.
As the years went by, We just accepted what was going on around us. I was in my senior year in school, my sister had married and my brother was about to start head start. One night, I was laying in bed trying to sleep, I had to go to school the next day I saw something new. I was laying there about to drift off, that grey area between awake and sleep. I saw, floating over my bed , a whitish colored, misty "ball". It looked like it might have been made of smoke or something, I watched it swirl around then float up to the ceiling and dissapear into the crack where the wall meets the ceiling. Then suddenly I was wide awake. I realized that I had just seen something that should'nt have been there. I got up an went into the livingroom where I sat and watched TV. My sister was visiting us and her and mom was still up. I never said a word to them. I sat up with them untill I finally got up the nerve to go back to bed. The next day My dad drove me to school, and I told him of the inncident. He asked if I told mom. I said no and he said not to. My dad always refused to believe anything was happening there. I found out why he diddnt want me to say anything to mom. It seems that she had seen the same thing only two days before.
After that incident, I graduated, left home and jioned the Navy. But things only got worse after I left. It seems that what ever was in that house was after my baby brother, and finally ran my family out in the middle of the night.
The stories I got from home was that first, my brother had got a cat, and the cat turned on him one day for no reason at all. He had gone down to the natural spring at the back of the house, and the cat jumped into the water and reached up and tried to pull him in! the next day they found the cat, It was at the front door of the house, decapitated. We dont know who did it or why. The last straw was one night they were all in bed, my brother was sleeping in between my parents. My mother woke up, something had grabed my brother and was pulling him towards the foot of the bed. Mom grabed him and held on. She was yelling at dad to wake up to help her. When he finnaly woke up, he saw mom holding Bryans arms, his little bod was susspended in air, as if someone else was holding his feet. He fell to the bed then, they packed what the could in a hurry and left. They sold the house to an uncle of mine, he claims that he has never had any problems in that house.
Now the house was built on old farm land. But right next to a very old cemitary. Also When My grandpaw used to plant corn on the lot before we built the house, after he plowed we would always find old arrowheads and things like that. (All over the farm actually) I dont know if either of these things had anything to do with what went on in that house or not.
Any doubts if anything I said here are ture or not, I'm sure that you could find doccumented evedence. After my family left, news got out about the house, there was a piece about it on the news, and some students from Eastern Ky. University had gone to the house. To study it. They diddnt last the entire night.
Now while these things were still happening at home, I was off on my own life adventures. I had joined the Navy. I had read once that all military bases and ships had their fare share of ghosts. I recall one incident when I had to stand barracks watch. I would make my rounds of the barracks, the I had to make rounds in the barracks next to ours. The squadrons in the next barracks had gone to sea, and it was our responsibility to watch them. I was making my rounds in there, I was the only person in there. Everytime I made my rounds, all three floors I could hear footsteps following me until I left. I would stop, they would stop. It was just something nerve racking. I was stationed in Virginia Beach.
In 1980, I had married, and was transfered to San Diego. I went there and rented a trailor for us. I brought my wife and daughter there. I never had any problems there by myself. When I would go out to sea for a couple of weeks, my wife told me strange things went on there. She would go to bed every night, wake up the next morning and all of the windows would be opened. One night we were in bed, just playing around, tickling each other, she went over the edge of the bed. She sat there on the floor, we just laughed about it when from the foot of the bed we both heard SOMONE moan. God, you should have seen her move. she jumped back in bed, we looked at the foot of the bed but there was no one there.
I had since lived in two other haunted places, both in Whidby Island Washington. The first was a real nice appartment. It was brand new, we were actually the first family to have lived there. But that diddnt mean annything to whatever else occupied the same space. In that place I remember hearing a little girl cry out for her mommy, I thought it was my daughter. It was comming from the bathroom. I had just returned home from work, My wife's car was gone. I thought it was strange that she would leave our little girl at home by herself, VERY unlike her. I asked through the door if she was allright, but she never answered. I opened the door a crack. There was no body inside. When my wife came home, she told that she had been hearing the childs vioce comming from the bathroom. The scariest thing that had ever happened in that house was one night we were sitting in the livingroom watching TV. Right next to where I was sitting was a wall, on the other side off the wall was our bedroom closet. I heard the loudest thump and banging by my head, through that wall. I went into the bedroom, opened the closet door. Nothing had been disturbed, nothing had fallen to the floor. Exceept one item. Hardly heavy enough to make a racket as loud as we heard. It was a paperback book that I had just finished reading and put on the top shelf. A horror novel called "The Keep". Every page had been ripped out of that book and scattered all over the closet floor.
The second place was in Navy housing. There we had a mischevious little spirit wou would hide things on us. on time, we were going to walk down to the grocery store. I went looking for my gloves. I found one on the kitchen counter but could find the other. When we came home from the store, there it was, on the kitchen counter right where I found the first one. Just small things like that happened there, nothing really scary.
My last entry, by far the most thought provoking. This one makes me believe in the paranormal more than anyother single incident. If I hadd'nt been there and heard it for myself, I dont know.
After I got out of the Navy, We moved back to Kentucky. My wife's grandmother came to live with us. When she died of kiddney failure, I found her that morning, I went to wake her for breakfast, she had passed in the night. It was no big secret that my wife was her favorite of all her grandkids. While she stayed with us she used to come to our door in the middle of the night to make sure that we were still there and all right. I diddnt know this at the time though. A few days after the funeral I couldnt sleep one night and I heard footsteps come to our door. I thought it was our daughter so I got up to see what she wanted. Of coarse there was no body there. I went to her room to check up on her and she was sound asleep in her bed. The next day I told my wife about it. Thats when she told me about her grandmothers late night trips.
We moved out of that house after a while and was staying at my wife's sister's house. One day not long after we were there the bedroom phone rang. My sister-in-law looked at us very strangely and went to answer it. Here is the conversation as I heard it: "Hello, uh yes, she's alright, she's here with me"*click* When she came back to the table, she was white as a ghost. She sat there for the longest time untill finally my wife asked her who it was. I could see she was on the verge of tears. She said "It was grandma she said she was looking all around the house for you but couldnt find you. I told her you were here with me"
The real kicker about this is that the Phone My sister-in-law used was in the kitchen where we were. The only phone that rang was the one in the bedroom. It was broken and not even pluged in. Hence the strange look.
That's about all I have, My daughter is now married, I have a grand daughter. My wife and I have lived where we are now for the last 7 years. We havent had any strange events here at this place (so far).
Oh there was one more I forgot. When I was in High school, a friend of mine was killed by a truck. The next day in school everyone was saddened by the loss He was one of the very popular kids. Second class chorus was where I believe We all "saw" him for the last time. In order to get into the chorus room, it was seperate from the school, you had to go outside and come in through heavy steel doors. The kind that have that long bar in the middle you push to open (This rules out wind, because wind would have to come from the inside of the room and be very strong to push it open) There was one such door on each side of the room. As we all sat there, remembering our good friend, One of the doors just opened as it was closing we felt a small breeze. When the door closed all the way, the door on the oppisite side of the room opened and closed back. To this day, I believe it was Bo making a last trip through the school.
I was driving home from work one night when i saw an old woman limpimg
the side of the road. I slowed down to ask her if she needed help because she
looked like she got beat up. When she turned around, I was startled to see
that her eyes were pure white! It scared me so bad that i drove right down
the street, to my house, and had my daughter come with me to help her. When
we got out there, we couldn't find her. We lived on a dead-end road, near a
field, and some woods, and there was no where else she could have gone. It
was less than a minute that she had been out of my sight, and when we went to
look for her, she was no where to be found. We searched everywhere looking
for her, but we couldn't find her. We finally gave up and went home. We
moved about 2 years later, and about 3 months after our move, over 100 dead
bodies were dug up in the field that we lived by. Today, I still believe that
her body was one that was dug up.
Here is one that I'd like to share. When I was in high school
family moved into a beautiful old two story house. This home had 4
fireplaces and was a mansion in it's day.
My parents started experiencing objects being moved but they didn't
think much of it because they were also believers and pretty much
something happened in each old house we lived in. Dad would be watching
TV and the TV would either turn off or change channels by it self.
Remember this was not a remote control TV. After several times of
having to get up and correct it, dad finally said "That's enough" and it
would stop for the night.
I would rarely go into my sister's room which was upstairs directly
across the hall from mine. Nor would I ever go into a room at the very
back of the house on the second floor. I had a very bad feeling about
these rooms. Once while in my room I heard a crashing sound come from
my sister's room. Knowing my sister was not home, I went into her room
to see what was going on. I found that everything on her fireplace
mantel was on the floor as if someone was angry and just took their arm
across the mantel knocking everything off. Also found all her clothes
in the closet on the floor. I just cleaned up the mess and left.
One night, I was the only one home and was in my room with my door
locked. I woke up to find a man with dark hair and dressed all in blue
leaning over me. I just thought it was my father and closed my eyes,
suddenly realizing my father was not at home, I opened my eyes to see
the man was gone and my door was still locked. I didnt tell anyone
until a couple of days later after my brother had an experieence.
My brother had just come home and was walking up the stairs to go to his
room and about 1 minute later came running down the stairs white as a
sheet. He told me that there was a man standing in his bedroom
doorway. I asked him if it was a young darkhaired man dressed in blue.
He said no it was a elderly man with white hair. That was when I told
my parents about what I saw. My mother later say the elderly man as she
walked into my brother's room to check on him because he had been sick.
She saw the elderly man sitting in a chair at the foot of my brother's
bed smiling at her.
The spirits never bothered us or caused us harm. But I have spoken to
others who have had violent experiences with the spirits. The current
owner while remodeling the home has told me of times items have been
thrown at them and their guests. While replacing water lines he found a
headstone under the foundation of the home. It was the grave of a 17
year old boy who had been shot and killed while sitting on the porch.
The owner let us in the home and I still to this day feel the presence
in the home but they never bother me. However, I am constantly flagged
with dreams of the house and spirits in the home trying to contact me.
I know this sounds odd but I feel there is a connection here. I'm not
done researching it either to find out what is going on. It's still a
beautiful old house and I'd love to own it and live in it once again.
just wanted to say I really enjoyed your site. Like you my experiences
starte a a small child at the age of 2, I am now 41.
1st-woke in the middle of the night to find a woman and a baby siting at
the kitchen table. Everyone in the houae was asleep. The figures where
black and the strret light from outside shined through the window and
surrounded them. Every time I got up the woman would stop feeding the
baby and they would both look at me. I'd sit back down an she would
start feeding the baby again. But woudld stop each time I stood up.
Then I heard man's voice saying "We are not here to harm you, go back
to sleep". I looked at the woman and she nodded her head. I laid back
down and threw the covers over my head. The next morning when I told my
parents what happened, my mom told my father it was time to tell me. So
my father told me the house was built on an old Indian Grave yard. That
was my first experience. And have had many since including a vision
that ended up saving my sister's life.
I had a few scary experiences while I was in Chicago. I was staying at my friends house and we went out to dinner that night. I had left my backpack zipped up in the guest bedroom. When I came back, my backpack was open and all my things were scattered around the room. The next experience was when I was standing with my back facing the door way. I heard footsteps and when I turned around they stopped. The last experience was when I was going to bed and I got up to shut the door. I shut it and when I was walking back to the bed, the door opened. I tried to shut it again, but it wouldn't shut. It was like a force was holding it open!
a scary story that happened to me~~~I was taking a shower, and all of a
sudden, the water started to turn really cold, and then really hot. at first
i thought the shower was broken, and i didn't want to shower in it. as I
reached for the handle, i found that the handle was moving from cold, to hot,
to cold. I jumped out of the shower, and I left, acting my best likenothing
had happened. but that night the shower turned on and I could hear someone in
my bathroom. and evry night the same things happens, for tonight I get to see
my invisible roommate!
my name is sarah and i am a 20 yr. old from new brunswick.
i wanted to share my experience with you as i feel it may be of some benefit
to those who feel that they are 'haunted" by a ghost.
quite the contrary in my opinion. I was protected by a ghost as a small child.i was a mere infant when we lived with this ghost. he was an early gentleman who had burned in the house many many years ago.
When my mother had chosen to take the appartment, the landlord had neglected to mention his knowledge of it being haunted.
We soon discovered that we were definately not alone. Though there was definately a presence in our house, we were not terrified or disturbed in any way. we soon became accustomed to him and soon named him "hermon".
Hermon made his presence known to others only when he deemed it necessary.
i was very ill as aninfant and my heart and lungs would collapse at a moments notice...no cry, no warning of any sort. Hermon would make himself seen at my doorway, peering over me. all you could see was a tall slender man dressed in a top hat, with coat tails. this however was only an outline. I'm terribly sorry my history is hindered...i'm not familiar with what period he would be from.
Hermon had also turned on a light which held no light bulb for several months to waken my older brother to prevent him from falling down flights of stairs that would definately have killed him.
herman also had a habbit of slamming cupboard doors and drawers when someone would approach that he deemed unsafe to be in our home. If we persisted...he would slam the door a jar. (we never encountered any problems with the door however except when the cupboards would slam)
So as you can see...it has never occured to me to be scared of ghosts. i feel very comforted and at ease with the thoughts of being surrounded with ghosts. Fear has never entered my mind.
Icurrently live approximately 1 mile from the old appartment, which for some unspoken reason remains almost constantly empty. I on the other hand have a comforting feelinf that Hermon still resides there waiting for his next "family" to watch over.
Thank you very much for your time, and i hope that this story may come as some comfort to somebody else.
Don't Take That
I have never seen a sight like this before,
and its awsome that
someone actually made one! You must get a lot of ****, but i promise you
that this isnt. A few years ago this old house was bought by some rich old
lady..it was like a house from a long time ago. But she moved the house
because it was an indiana historical monument but they were going to tear it
down for the airport. Well she bought it and moved it. It was this huge old
white house and from kids most of the windows had been broke out and whatnot.
But i guess some girl was shot by a hunter when she was playing out in the
woods, and ever since she looks out the window. The indianapolis star even
did a write up about the house and everything. Well myself and my brother
Cliff, and my friends Chris, Felicia, Dustin, and Joe decided we were going
to get inside. So we did we went through the house and Cliff took a few
pointless things that were in there just like a nail and a butter knife.
These things could have had no meaning whatsoever. Well the next night Cliff
realized his picture that was hanging over the fireplace was upside down. So
he awitched it around thinking i was trying to scare him. And this happened
for a few weeks his picture was the only one upside down after we would turn
it back. We took the things he had stole back to the house and it stopped i
havent joked around with things i dont understand ever since.
hi we have a scary ghost encounter on the third floor in our school.we were going upstairs no classrooms upstairs. and we heard kids yelling and there was no one there and then we heard a whistle blow and then horse footsteps then we heard someone whistiling.we were petrified we screamed so loud that another one of our friends came running up and we saw a open old locker and we heard bang bang bang let me out im going to kill you then we saw blood in the locker we took off i could not run i got tripped up and couldnt move when i finnaly got up we were near tears.
About threes ago I was over one of my best girl friends house. Her
were having a barbecue; I forget what holiday we where celebrating, anyway.
I've been over her house plenty of times before , so I know her house inside
and out, but this day I was looking at the back of her house and I saw a
window that was blacking out, so I ask her father what room does that window
go to. He said that it goes to Tammies room (that was my friends name) I
said are you sure, so we all went up to Tammies room and non of her windows
where blacked out. He said that was strange, so outside we all went and
looked up at the window. Where on earth could that window go to. he said.
His wife just told him not to worry about and to enjoy the barbecue. He
said ok and we all had a good time that day, but over the weeks the thought
of where that window went started to bother him. for weeks he would stand
outside and then go up to Tammies room and stand on the outside of it. Just
staring trying to figure out where the window was. One day I was staying
the night over Tammies house and in the middle of the night. We woke up to
this banging next to Tammies room. We walked out into the hall and there we
saw Tammies mother, and Tammies father. John what are you doing Tammies
mother ask her husband. Tammies father had a sledge hammer and he was
knocking out the was next to Tammies room. I found out where that window
is. But do you have to do this now. Her mom ask. Yes I wont be able to
sleep until I find out. So I banged and he hit and around 6 am in the
morning he had finally knock the wall down. And what was there was amazing.
It was a room that had bee sealed off. inside was a bed, as nightstand and
a dresser. The bed was made up and on the bed was a bible turn to
Revelations and on the night stand a glass of water filled to the top of the
glass like it had just been filled. There was not way in this room or out
this room until Tammies father knocked that wall down, and they had been
living in that house for over 15 years. A hour later the water evaporated.
I actually have a few stories I could tell, but the one that I feel
most real is this one. We used to live in an old farm house. The upstairs
was just our bedroom. No other rooms up there. At the time my son was only
2 1/2 and he slept in a bed at the other end of the room. I would take him
up to bed at night and we would watch a little tv before his bedtime. This
particular night he started carrying on a conversation that I couldn't
really understand and he wasn't actually talking to me. I asked who he was
talking to and he said grandma. I said that grandma wasn't here and he said
Yes she is, she right there (pointing to the couch on the wall opposite the
end of the bed). I never really figured out what the conversation was but
neither of us we frightened. As I have said I have other little things that
have happened but you never really know if they are real happenings or not.
I do believe though!!
My Drive Home
While driving home one night, i saw a man in the ditch, he was naked
from the waist up (that was all i could see anyway). He seemed to be
crouching, at least that was what it seemed like. He had dark shaggy
hair, and very pale skin. I could not make out his eyes, just dark
shadows where his eyes would be. He seemed to be staring right at me,
and it sent chills down my spine. I should point out that it was a very
cold november night in central saskatchewan (canada). It was also about
3 am. I was not alone, though no one else saw him.
Shortly after my 13th birthday, I invited one of my friends over
to stay the
night. We had went to a school dance, so we didn't stay up really late. I
was nearly asleep when my best friend whispered for me to wake up. She said
there was someone in my room by my closet. I naturally sat up to check it
out, but saw nothing. I thought she was sleep talking. I laid back down and
dosed off. Later on in the night, I got really cold, so I reached over to
get my blanket. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something move. I looked
over toward my closet, and I saw a tall figure. It was clearly a young boy.
I looked at him and he looked at me. I watched him for maybe a minute, and
then he was gone. Every night at around 1:35, I can look toward my closet
and he will be there. What he wants, and why he's there is a mystery, but I
can count on my closet ghost every night.
i was looking thru your site, and i saw the brief paragraph on the ahunting
on the patapsco female institute, and i think you may be confused. there is a
ghost at the instutute, but it has nothing to do with satansim, thats another
house in ellicot city, which ill get to in a minute.
the pataspco female instutte was founded in the 1830's, and was a prestigious
school for young southern girls. the facility was not the best however, girls
often got sick and died, due to poor healthcare, and no plumbing facilites,
all those chamber pots were malaria breeding grounds, im assuming. i spent a
great bit of time there doing a play called dear old patapsco, about a day in
the life of a young girl from the institute, and i got to see firsthand the
cold spots especially at the top of the stairs, but the whole ruins (and
thats what it is now) gives off energy,. onc, on the lower level which is now
being dug up to find artifacts, a pair of feet, encased in leather ankle
boots walking around. the story goes that a young woman, named annie, wrote
letters to her parents, saying how unhappy she was to be in that "prison",
and eventually fell ill and passed away. its her ghost who roams around the
institute. coincidentally, the lead charactors name in our play was also
the school that had dabbled in satanism, is old st marys college, nicknamed
hell house. its an old school about 3 miles away from the institute, and is
an old catholic college. supposedly, there are phantom dogs who attack you if
you tresspass, but the real creepy thing is the giant statue of the virgin
mary that is on top of the school. when you climb the steps to go up there,
its the first thing you see.
sorry, i didnt mean to correct you, or be an ass or anything, but it irks
me, ive worked in the instutute, and its not a horrid, scary place to be,
actually, ghost and all, its reallly quite pleasent.
About 6 years ago, when I was 12 years old, my Grandmother died and
moved into her house. This was also the house my dad and his siblings grew up
in, and for years I had heard stories of them seeing ghosts and strange
things in the house.
It was a very old house, at least 100 years old. The poor thing wasnt in the
best of shape, the ceiling looked as if it was getting ready to fall in, and
the floor on the second floor was sinking. My bedroom was on the second floor
and the floor in there was noticebly sunken. The only thing on the first
floor was my grandmothers old wash room. It was also used as an apartment
back 50 years ago because it had a kitchen and bathroom. It was now used as a
Anyway, I had very many experiences with ghosts in here, and so did my mom,
dad, and older brother.
My grandpa was married twice before he married my grandma. Both his wives
died in this house (I know what you're thinking, and no he didnt murder them.
I think they both died of heart attacks. My grandpa was like 60 years old
when he married my grandma who was 35.)
I believe the spirits of these women, along with the spirit of my grandpa
still live in this house.
I use to love visiting this house when my grandma was alive. Every Sunday
from the day I was born to when my grandma died all her children and their
familes would visit and have sunday supper. But when we moved into the place
after she died it didnt feel the same. I no longer had the warm cozy feeling
come over me when entering the front door which led directly to the kitchen.
The only time I ever felt uncomfortable in the house when my grandma was
alive was when I was visiting my grandma for sunday supper was one day when I
was about 4 years old. My uncle lived in the house with my grandma, and in
his room there was a huge blanket with a Lion's face on it hanging on one of
his walls. I remember as I stared at the blanket I heard as plain as day, a
Lion's roar. It scared me so much I ran to my mom crying.
In the TV room where my Grandma use to sleep (on the couch) there
was a very
old picture of my grandpa, he must have been like 25-30 years old in the pic.
It was kind of spooky looking too though, I hated looking at the picture
because it seemed like his eyes would follow you.
Anyway, my first experience with a ghost came one night when I stayed up late
by myself to watch TV. I was in the living room sitting on the couch. The way
the room was made was there was a huge, I'm talking gigantic window on one
end. The whole wall was basically a window, it overlooked the road down below
and directly across the road was a church, the church where my grandmas
funeral was held. There were two really old style chairs that belonged to my
grandpa, one sitting on each side of the window. I was watching TV when
suddenly I saw what looked like smoke floating in the air above one of the
chairs. I kept watching as the smoke took on the figure of a face, then
disappered. This scared the sh*t out of me! I ran into my mom and dad's room
and jumped in bed with them.
About a week later a couple friend's from my basketball team stayed the night
with me. We were the only ones up late one night, we were in the living room
eating popcorn and talking, when suddenly from across the room in the laundry
room the light came on. It scared the piss out of us! None of the rooms in
the house had doors, instead sheets were hung to use as doors. As we sat in
the living room terrified of what we had seen, the sheet to the laundry
room's entrance flapped in a breeze. This was strange because no windows were
opened, and the heater or ac wasnt on.
After this none of my friends wanted to stay the night with me again. More
and more strange happenings involving the laundry room kept going on. The
room was also refered to as the press because that was where my grandma kept
her sewing machine and clothes. I told my dad about what happened with the
light in the press, and he told me that other things have happened in that
room. He said when he was about 7 or 8 that room was used as a bedroom for
him and 2 of his 3 brothers. He was laying in bed one night when he heard a
knocking sound on the window which face the side of his bed. He looked up to
see what was making the noise and in the window were what he described as
being 3 little men laughing and pointing for my dad to turn around and look
behind him. My dad said he was too scared to turn around, and just laid in
bed and covered his face with the covers.
My grandpa also slept in this room, and my aunts said that they have seen him
in it after he died. Also in this room we found boxes full of my grandpas old
coal mines pay stubs from back when he worked in the mines when he was 12
years old. Some of them were for only 50 cents.
This room also had a strange smell, its kind of hard to describe though. We
also found a picture in there of my grandpas second wife, Edna. It was very
spooky looking, her eyes were plain white, no pupil or anything in the
picture. I was so scared of the pic that I burnt it.
Other things happened as well, like the TV would turn on and off by its self,
lights would come on, the microwave would turn on, one night I even saw an
old woman laying in my bed. I was constently bothered with nightmares about
the place, I'd wake up in the middle of the night because of loud noises like
footsteps and people talking. I would see shadows of people walking through
the rooms and cold breezes would sweep by me.
Later I learned that there were more ghosts in the place and not just my
grandpa and his 2 dead wives, I believe my grandma was also there, along with
my uncle who had died of a drug overdose.
My dads 1st cousin lived in the house beside ours, and one night he drunk his
self to death. His ghost could be seen wondering our back yard at night,
carrying a beer bottle in his hand.
We finally moved when I was 14. Now my uncle lives there.
"when my parents got married they moved into a very small flat ,just
rooms .the first night they got in they were in bed when they heared
strange noises coming from the kitchen .At first they ignored it but the
sound was getting louder and louder .So they decided straight away to go to
my granny's home that lived near by . But when they went home again a
couple of days later the sounds were the same .Then she was pregnant with
me and for example when my dad use to help her washing the floor and he was
sure that the floor cloth was there he wouldn't find it and then he used to
say"if you really want it you can have it"and go to the other room he used
to find it. Then i was born and since I was the only child in the family i
had no children to play with I used to play with the mirror in the bedroom
.I knew i wasn't playing alone cause when I throw the ball the ball would
came back to me .My parents got worried a lot and once they asked me with
who I was playing and i told them with a man . His hair was long and dark
,big black eyes with moustach and a bit of goaty he was dress in royal red
like a cavalier and he had a necklace with a pandent the face of Christ .So
we went to live with my grannys for a while becuase they were afraid,but
soon we had to return home cause I was ill and I wanted to go home .As soon
as we retured home i started to feel better and i went to play .The
following months were raffy since dad lost his job and mum used to find
money under the mat in the cuboard and some times even sweets and milk
.Once I gave dad 3 numbers that this friend of mine had gave me and he won
some money from the lotto. Mum and dad tried to have more children when we
were living ther but they couldn't .Then we got a bigger house and dad got
a new job and it was time to leave. A few days before my friend wanted to
give me his chain and I said no cause my mum always told me not to accept
things from other people so i was afraid altough I wished to .And so we
left .people phoned us the next morning to ask us if we left a dog or some
thing in the flat,cause they could not sleep with at night with the sounds
of some one crying and foot steps coming in the flat .All I know is that
after we left a week later a young man got in and the following morning
they found him dead. I was 2 at that time and we left our flat in
vittoriosia in malta at 4 years ,then my mum had more children 4 infact . I
am 20 now and I never seen him since.Some times i have that strange
feelingthat I am not alone or that some one is there with me but i feel
relaxed by the smell of jasmines that surround the room .He was my first
friend more then a ghost and i will treasure that days for ever in my
My name is Ruth, and though I am a very strong Christian - raised
Minister's family, I have had a few "ghostly" encounters in my lifetime. I
believe it may be because I am a fine artist with an active imagination, but
also a very highly developed sensitivity to everything around me. As
Madeleine L'Engel said in her book "Walking On The Water" about Mary (when
she saw the angel Gabriel). . . "she was little more than a child when the
angel came to her; she had not lost her child's creative acceptance of the
realities moving on the other side of the everyday world." L'Engle then
goes on to say, "The artist, if he is not to forget how to listen, must
retain the vision which includes angels and dragons and unicorns, and all
the creatures which our world would put in a box marked 'Children Only'."
And so, as an artist, I suppose I have retained a belief in and a vision of
that unknown realm.
In 1989, my husband and three young children (ages 3-6) moved into a rental
house in Farmington, New Mexico, the town where we had lived since 1980. We
were in that house for 14 months, and during that time period, some pretty
strange things happened. I never was able to discover the history of the
house, but I did know that it was approximately 30 years old. And we came
to know that a young girl had once lived. . . and perhaps died there.
Our six-year old daughter Rachel, had her own room - across the hallway from
her two younger brothers. I began noticing shortly after moving in, that I
would awaken in the middle of the night to a light down the hallway, and it
was always coming from Rachel's room. Knowing that I had turned off all the
lights before going to bed, at first I thought Rachel was turning it on
herself, in an attempt to deal with the normal childhood fears of a new
place. But soon I discovered that the light that was being turned on, was
the light in the closet of Rachel's bedroom. The only way to turn it on was
to pull the string attached to the ceiling bulb, and Rachel could not reach
the string. Then -- for the first (and only) time in Rachel's life -- she
began to talk "in her sleep." It was very playful chatter, and always
friendly. I began listening at her door, and sometimes would quietly go
into her room and sit on the floor by the door to listen to this seemingly
one-sided conversation. When I finally became brave enough to ask Rachel
one day WHO it was she was talking to at night, she responded very
matter-of-factly, "It's just Jilley, Mommy. The girl who lives under my bed
and in my closet." I got chills when she said that. Our family has never
known a "Jill", or a "Jilley", and my daughter was talking as if this were
just a close friend of hers -- nothing more. Their nightly conversations,
accompanied by the closet light, continued throughout the fourteen months we
lived in the house. Sometimes it was clear that Rachel was asleep. Other
times I would find her sitting up in bed -- eyes open -- engaged in a very
lively game of some sort, laughing and having a lot of fun. . . with no-one
But Jilley did more than just play with our daughter. Our living room T.V.
began to go on in the middle of the night sometimes. . . and would even
change channels. I would have to unplug the T.V. to sleep through the night
whenever my husband worked his week-long graveyard shift at the Power Plant.
We had that T.V. for many years after moving away, but it never
"malfunctioned" like that anywhere but THAT house.
Jilley apparently did NOT like the fireplace. When the first chilly autumn
night arrived and we started a fire, the tempered-glass panes on the
fireplace doors shattered. We had them replaced, thinking it was just a
fluke. But the first time we tried again to light a fire. . . the glass
doors shattered again. We didn't use the fireplace anymore.
We had two cats at the time. One was a female who had had a litter shortly
before we rented the house, and the other was one of her kittens. The
kitten's name was Jin-Jin, and unfortunately, we didn't think to have him
"fixed" before he began to mature. Jin-Jin's favorite place in the house
was our boys' bedroom. But to get there, he had to walk past Rachel's room
in the hallway. He never ONCE entered her room, and would always arch his
back when going past her room, every hair on his back standing straight up.
He began to "spray" his awful male-cat hormone, at just a few months of age,
and ONLY in the hallway on his way past Rachel's room. He would hiss and
growl too -- staring into her bedroom -- and it was clear that he felt his
"territory" was being threatened. We had no choice but to give him to the
Animal Humane Society.
I had no fear of Jilley, but she could be a nuisance. Rachel didn't fear
her either. . . but has never talked about her unseen playmate since moving
We wonder who lives in that house now. . . and if Jilley is still amusing
herself with T.V.s and lights in the middle of the night. Does she still
scare the family pets, and play with the children? And did someone finally
replace the fireplace doors with something other than glass?
My prayer continues to be that one day, "Jilley" will find peace from her
earthly sojourn, and go to the place she was meant to go. . . back to the
God who created her, and the heavenly home he has made for her.]
My name is Matt . I moved into a new house in
December 2000. I moved from Pennsauken, New Jersey to Mt. Laurel, New
Jersey. In January, when I was plying in my family room, I set up my camera
on the chimney ledge. I just wanted to show off, because I was wrestling
with my toys, and the camera was getting everything I was doing. So when I
accidentally fell off the couch and onto the floor, the camera picked that
up. And also a voice. A voice that I did not hear. The voice sounded like
a very old man, and whatever it was said "hey!!" I didn't hear it when I was
playing, but when I played that back on the camera, I heard the voice. My
father said it was the T.V. ( the camera was near the T.V. ), but I knew it
wasn't. You could barely hear the T.V., and the voice had to be right next
to it. Up until today, I still don't know what that voice was.
Little did I believe in ghosts and spirits before, but when I heard that
voice, I know there are ghosts.
My family and I have lived in our house for about 7 years, and it
house that we built. I'm the oldest child in my and everyone of us has
experienced our ghost. There have been numerous strange events that have
happened including coming home and the clock radio on top of our
refrigerator was turned on, the strange thing is that its was not plugged
in or did not have any batteries. Another time my parents woke up to a
large crash and when the went into their bathroom the mirror by my moms
vanity was shattered on the floor away from the vanity itself with nothing
on the table disturbed. These are just a few of the strange events that
have happened, plus we have had many household items disappear not they are
nowhere to be found. We also have a picture of it, I fell asleep on the
couch and my parents came home and took a picture of me, and there is this
really strange "moving" figure in the picture. These are just a few of the
strange things that we have expierenced.
Voices in the Bathroom
Last summer I was home alone waiting for my dad to get
home from Bingo so I could go out walking around, It
was around 9 O'clock and he was going to be home in
like 20 minutes so I started to get ready, Well I was
in the bathroom washing my face and everything, I
heard my dad say my name. So I walk out of the
bathroom and answered him, but no one was there, so I
just shrugged it off and went back to doing what I was
doing, Well then I heard it again, I yelled out and
answered him from the bathroom, but no reply, so I
just ignored it, It happened a few more times, but I
brushed it off, Well My name was called again, this
time by another voice, By someones I have never heard
before, so I got out my curling iron incase someone
was in the house, and I searched it from top to
bottom, Nothing so I went and locked the doors and
went back to take care of my business, I even locked
the bathroom door incase someone was in the house.
Well My name was called again, and I ignored it, and
then it felt like someone was right behind me, like
right next to my ear,and in a really eary voice it
whispered my name, This voice was really scary I dont
know how else to discribe it except it was real raspy
low and eary, then all of a sudden I heard people
started screaming and it sounded like they were in the
bathroom, and I was too scared to run to the door I
felt like I couldnt move, so I sat in the tub crying
for I say 2 minutes, but it felt like two hours, Then
everything just stopped. and I just sat there for a
minute deciding on what I had experienced had been
real or if I was going crazy, I was just trying to
take everything in, Then the bathroom got this still
eary feeling, and I felt weight on me, and I couldnt
move again, It felt like you were waiting for someone
to pounce on your or something, and then real close to
my ear, my name was said again, in that same eary
voice, I jumped out of the bathroom as fast as I could
and ran out on the front pourch until my dad got home,
I tried to tell them what happened but no one believed
me then, they started to believe when they were alone
and heard the same voices...and sometimes they still
go and bother us
my story is strange but very true, where do i begin?
well i guess it all started when i became pregnant with my son " Connor" I had started to see changes in my flat,i.e things out of place such as videos out of order on my shelf and ornaments that faced the wrong way. At first i thought that maybe i had moved them and being pregnant i had forgotten that i had, as all women know that pregnancy can make you very forgetful. As time went on stranger things started to happen. I remember that i was at home listening to some music, upon the window sill in the lounge i had a solid glass vw beetle,it is a paperweight, as i looked up the vw came off the windowsill and landed on a beanbag that was about six feet away from the window, this really shook me up infact i had to call my husband up at his works as i was so scared. He thought that i was going mad. other things happened over the course of the next few months that led me to seeing a clairvoiant. The clairvoiant picked up on a spirit that was in my flat, the clairvoiant said that the spirit was that of a little girl named Rosemary, Rosemary's purpose was to look after the spirit of my son as he was an old spirit that needed guiding. The claivoiant said that the spirit never meant any harm she just wanted us to know that she was there. The claivoiant told me that Rosemary had hidden something precious of mine behind the stereo in the lounge, when i got home that day i searched around the stereo and to my amazment i found my mum's engagment ring that had been lost for weeks,the strange thing was that the ring was placed over one of the speaker wires which was plugged into the back of the stereo,so how did it manage to actually come to be around a wire? I feel that the claivoiant was right in as much as the spirit was there for my son "Connor" as in the ninth month of pregnancy Connor died inside of me, i had to go through the process of giving birth to my little darling. I hope that Connor is somewhere where his spirit is free and he has an angel like Rosemary to look after him .
My grandmother lives in Amory,MS. she is a christian to the
bone. She as
never told me a lie. I was about nine when she told me it the first time
,but I constantly ask here to tell me it over and over. She was about
55-56 years old and was visiting a friends house when she was told about a
haunted house where a old man use to live and make violins. He made his son a
violin,but his son was called to war where he was killed-in-action. The
old man got the bad news and instead of selling the violin he put it in the
attic. He would often go up in the attic and play the violin. They say
that to this day you can go up to that house and stand in a certain part of the
house and hear him play. She didn't believe them so they went to that
house and sure enough she heard it.
Thanks for listening to my story.
True Camp Story
Well all of you can believe me or not but about 4 years ago I was
with my class for 3 days. Just 3... Well it was going great we were doing
wall climbing, obstacle courses, and the food turned out to be better than
what we normally get at school! Man it was a great time.
It was the day before we had to go home and the teachers decided we could go
on the row boat trip after days of beging even before we came. There was a
huge lake near the camp, so big it had a large island in the middle which a
bridge from camp shore would connect to a unknown buried man is there but
thats another story all together. Anyhow the bridge had a large gap under it
and that rowers would go under to circle the island to get back to the boat
station. The station was a small shack with fishing rods, oars and others
with boats stacked up on the side.
I was never a popular kid back then (I was 12) and the day of the row trip I
was alone in a boat all by myself., it had just rained heavy that night and
the sky was very grey, it was calm though was a pretty cold day. As we got
into the water and the all rowed ahead of me even the teachers were laughing
as I struggled. People flung water at me and pushed my boat with their oars
and laughed and laughed... We all finally rowed on the opposite side of the
island. The island blocked off my view and the rest of their view of the
camp. I was busy crying and trying to catch up as the group rowed off ahead.
I was alone behind the island trying to row and then the group faded from my
view. I was not thinking of monsters in the water but killers in the woods
(aka Jason vorhess) as the friday the 13 theme played in my head and I cried
my eyes out I heard a loud thick PLUNK! Like a rock a big rock softly slaming
into the water.
I turned and was completly scared. "****..." I said and I remember cause that
was before I saw 4 ripples slide about 10 feet away from my boat. The space
behind the island was pretty big but with the trees heavily growing on the
island and on the opposite area not belonging to camp closing us in (except
for a large gap blocked by a gate like dam) there was no way for anything to
get in or out. I sat not rowing and sniffling, more curious now than scared.
My boat glidded on its own (cause of the water) and I watched the water
carefully. I floated to the middle of the lake almost and then I heard it
"Kevin! Where---" I stopped listening when a large HUGE HUGE shadow slide
from under my boat my and headed diagnoly and then turned from the direction
I went. MY eyes widen and I was to scared to scream, since it was leaving me
and going somewhere else I rowed fast trying to get back to camp, I looked
left and saw MORE LAKE blocked off by a gate. The sight was scary to me, all
this water and darkness. I looked back and saw a large rippled coming at me.
I was terrified I didn't scream I just followe my instinct and rowed for the
island. The rippled stopped beside me and a creature 40-50 feet long slowly
rose out of the water. It's head was odd I can't describe much like a snake
and horse scally with a like hair on the cheeks. Most of the body was
submerged but I could see it from under the murky water.
I was hoping not to see a eye but it did open... It was hug and yellowish it
looked at me and I muttered softly things I don't remember. It glided gently
to the side of me and bumped the boat. So soft but I moved near shore. It unk
and must have turned around cause in a instant reappeared in front of me it
rose its head out and was extremely close. It look at me and barely opened
its mouth and made a hissing noise but it was loud and like a burp hiss I
know its funny but it was weird to me. It sunk down again, I didn't kno how
deep the water was but it was extremely deep... I titled the boat and dove
under on purpose but I didn't mean to turn the boat over. I sunk almost to
the bottom but I rose just as quick, I doggie paddled for my life, I can't
swim, I sunk several times but I finally reached shore and grabbed small
trees the ground anything to climb up. I been on the island before and I ran
but feel heavy right on the edge. I remember still hearing the hiss noie but
not looking back. I ran threw the trees and headed for the bridge to the
camp. I saw the bridge and looked across and saw my class and teachers. They
were about to go look for me the teachers franctically looking towards the
way I was suppose to come back from. I ran across the bridge muddy and wet.
My class surprised and I was too to see them concerned. my teacher asked
"What happpened did you fall out where?" I stuttered "I" and collasped to the
ground and was breathing heavy. They walked me back to the camp and I
showered and dressed and laid on the top bunk wrapped in covers. I was so
scared yet excited about what I had been threw but I knew no one would
believe me. Then one of the people from the camp came in and went beside my
bed. After he asked if I was okay and I told him I was and he told me then
the boat was totalled. I was shocked but then he pulled somehing out his
pocket and showed it to me. You saw it didn't you he asked... I was shocked
Yeah I said. He showed me a picture. The picture of the beast I saw. H told
me he was scared by it too and many of the people (mostly campers who stray
and the consoulers) have seen it but they are all lairs and say that it was a
shark. HE said me and he are the only ones that have truly seen the thing.
And I will never forget it and I wake up at night after a dream of being
eaten or seeing the beast again. I just wanna know where it came from...-
I recently visited Williamsburg, VA on a vacation
trip. I went on the ghost tour of the town. At the
college of william and mary i glanced up a the window
on the 2nd floor. There was a grayish figure standing
in thw window. My friend saw it too, but when i looked
back it was gone. I asked the tour guide about it and
she said the college had been used for a slave jail
during the war. She told me that a young boy had
escaped from the jail in the 2nd story window i saw
the small figure standing in. Only a few minutes after
he escaped he was murdered. Then she told me that no
one was in the building and all the doors were locked.
I know what i saw and i swear i'm not making this up.
I only have a couple of stories, the first i will tell you
occured at a
friends house. I was spending the night with my friend Liz. Me, her, and her
brother were all asleep in their family room (we had fallen asleep after
watching a movie, we were maybe 9, and Kevin, her brother was 8) i was the
only one awake when i heard their doorknob start rattling, this continued
for a couple of minutes and stopped, i thought it was her dad, because he
comes home very late at night most nights, so i dismissed the incident, but
when i thought about it later, now that i am 13, i realize that her dad
would have either gotten his key out, knocked, gone to the back door, or the
garage door,i didn't fall asleep for about 15 minutes after that, it's a
very small house, so i could have seen all three entrances from where i was
laying. (What can i say, i was 8, i know you're thinking most 8 year olds
would have been freaking out, but what can i say? i was a stupid 8 year old)
My second story also occured at Liz's house only a few monthes ago, we were
playing with my ouija board that i had brought over, we both got very weird
sensations when using the board it seemed that the spirit was trying to
communicate through me, so i tried to talk to her, she seemed like a very
weak spirit, and it was taking a lot of her energy to talk to us. First, i
closed my eyes and concentrated on contacting a spirit, and a woman flashed
into my mind, in a garden, the next second, rose petals flashed into my
head, and the name hannah, we were both freaking out, because this was the
first time either of us had gotten the board to work, i also experienced a
great sadness, and everytime i placed my hands on the planchtte (the message
indicater) the tips of my fingers got icy cold, but when i raised my hands
off the planchette, they returned to normal, i also started having trouble
breathing, and my side started hurting really bad everytime we put out hands
on the board, so we put the board away for the night. the experiences at my
house are really no big deal, nothing like what happened at Liz's house, my
grandfather died in our house, and it's basically just my doors that are
weird, once i came home from school, and my moms door sounded like it opened
really hard and hit the wall behind it, although i was home alone, my two
dogs were asleep on the floor in the same room as me, and my cat didn't
have NEAR enough force to make a door do that. This happened about 3 times,
and stopped, so i called my friend, liz, who wont think im crazy when i tell
her about my paranormal experiences, as soon as i started tellling her what
was happening, it started again, this was enough to make me crap my pants,
and i was freaking out at this point, but i decided to just forget it, my
last experience also included one of my doors, i was closing the door, and
about three-four inches to being closed, it FLEW out of my hand, and slammed
itself, like someone on the other side of the door was pulling it away from
my, to close it on their side, but when i checked there was no one there. My
sister has also had experiences in our den, she told me her story when i was
about 11 years old (my grandfather died in the den, he didn't leave that
room the last 3 monthes of his life, and he had been dead about 2-3 years
then) we have a big wooden beam in the middle of the den, and every once in
a while my sister will see something out of the corner of her eye "looking"
at her from behind the beam,but when she looks, the "thing", will be gone
she has always thought that it's a little boy with blonde hair, in overalls,
at about four years old, her then boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend, told her he
had a really weird dream he had last night the first time he saw our house,
(he hadn't ever seen our house, and she hadn't said anything about a beam in
our house before he told her this story, and there is NO way that he could
have known this, he didn't know any of her friends, because they went to
different schools) he told her that he had a dream about something big and
brown, and a little boy with BLONDE hair, in blue OVERALLS was peeking
around it, and it looked exactly like the beam in our den. Sorry my story is
so long, if anyone has anything to say about these stories, e-mail me!
I have always thought that ghosts exist. I never had any proof
to speak of
(until recently), it was just something I believed. I moved to Santee,
California about 8 months ago and have since obtained what I believe to be
proof of ghosts.
I share a small, one bedroom apartment with my husband in the small town of
Santee. Ever since first arriving in the apartment I have had the feeling
of never really being alone. My husband is in the NAVY and is often gone
for 3 or 4 days at a time and I am left "alone" in the apartment. I always
feel a presence though---something watching me.
The first thing that happened that got the attention of both (my husband
and myself) of us was the day the light in the kitchen turned off by itself.
We were both standing in the kitchen, preparing dinner, when the light over
head just went out. We at first thought the bulb had burned out, but upon
investigation found that the switch had been flipped. We were the only ones
in the house and were facing each other--away from the switch--when this
occurred. Can you say, goose bumps?!
The next thing that happened, which convinced both of us that we were not
alone in the house, is the morning we awoke late for work to find the entire
apartment in disarray. First it was odd that we woke up late. We always
set the alarm clock for 4:30 and are both paranoid about being late so we
both check it before going to bed to make sure it's set right. When we woke
up this particular morning, the alarm clock had been turned off and was set
for 6 in the morning. When we left our bedroom (the door was closed,
something neither of us ever does) to start hastily getting ready for work,
we were alarmed by what we found.
I had been doing laundry when we went to bed. When we awoke, the dryer door
was open, with clothes strewn through out the hallway and the washer lid was
open, revealing water and laundry sitting in it---it was opened before the
spin cycle obviously. The TV in the living room was on---muted however--
along with the radio, VCR and cable box. All the clocks had different times
on them---none of them correct--- and every light in the place was on. All
windows and doors were closed and locked, so no living person was in the
apartment. The other thing is, how did we sleep through all this??
The most recent thing has been this last week and only affects me. Every
night, for the last 7 nights, I have awoken at exactly 3:32AM, startled and
frightened. Every night I get the sensation that I'm being watched, but I
can't find anyone in the apartment and turning on all the lights does not
make the feeling diminish. The "episode" generally lasts until 4:45 or so
when the feeling of alarm just goes away and I can go back to sleep. The
first five days this occurred I was home alone and figured I was just not
sleeping well with out my husband. The last two nights he has been home and
sound asleep through it all. Today he leaves again and I'm curious to see
if it continues.
I don't know for sure if it's the spirit in my apartment that's causing my
sleeping problem or something else?? Other than this last week, there has
never been a steady stream of things going on. The light switch thing was
back in December of 2000 and the crazy morning was in February. Any insight
from anyone would be greatly appreciated. I'm sick of being awake every
night--I'm getting tired!