House I Grew Up In
By: mark.parisi@verizon.net
Hello. My name is Renee. My mother and myself have both had
encounters in
the house that I grew up in. Upon waking in the morning, when
fully
conscious, I have felt something walking on my stomach (like that
of a cat)
and when I finally did dare to open my eyes, nothing was there and
the
footsteps stopped. My mother has had this same experience
numerous times in
the same room. A strong presence could be felt also.
It always seemed like
someone was in the room watching you. Also once when my mother
was away on
vacation, she asked me to stay over to take care of the house.
She told me
not to stay in her room. But since it was the most comfortable
place to
sleep, I did so anyway. When I stayed in her room, I was awakened
in the
middle of the night by a feeling of coldness on my wrist.
I screamed and
called my cat to see if she would come stay with me. She walked
over to the
doorway and then would not step foot inside. This was very
unusual behavior
for her as she always came when I called her. I then felt
something scratch
my leg (under the blanket) and two large cuts (approx. 1/2 in. wide
each and
several inches long) appeared on the shin of my right leg.
After that
experience, I never went into my old house again by myself.Other
instances
that have happened include my mother lying in bed with her boyfriend
and
having the bed shake violently. Also the landlord used to
work in the
carpenter shop downstairs and he used to tell us that he would hear
loud
footsteps even though no one was home. I am reluctant to tell
anyone other
than close family about our experiences because I feel like people
may not
believe it. My fiance does believe me because he saw the actual
scratches
on my leg when I got home the next morning.
House on Holly Hill
By: josie_n_the_pussie_cats@yahoo.com]
I live in a Two-story house on top of holly hill rd
with my family.My mom had lived in the house her whole
life,but it had been around before that,but for you to
understand my story we must start at my life from the
ages of 1 to 4 when i lived at our old house.
I used to have a ghost friend when i was little(not an
imagnairy friend.)i wasent afraid of him he was a
indian child but one day i couldent find him,he never
came back,soon after that my dad found a canon
ball,well actually he ran over it with the
lawn-mower,but he brought it inside,we have it at our
house now.But we suspect that our house was on an old
battle ground site.
when i was four my grandmother died thus leaving me
with one grandparent,my grandmother from my fathers
side.we moved into this house.Nothing started
happining until i was 8 thou.
When i was 8 i got a drum-set for Christmas,a couple
of months later i was reading a book and i put it down
to to take a sip of my drink,i was siting on the sofa
which was right next to the room my drums are in,i saw
a very destinct looking figure of a man wearing jeans
a Tie-dye T-shirt,he had long hair in braids he was
siting at the chair at my drums.I ran out of the
room.Some time later i was walking past our stair
case.I freaked out.
Last year one of my dogs died,one night i heared the
sound of my dogs chain coller i freaked out at first
but soon i fell back asleep.
This year one night i woke up,i was choking i couldent
breath,coudent talk,or cough.Then my dog peanut came
in and i stoped choking.
In april my dog yeller got hit by a car the same night
as the dog got hit a week later i woke up off and on
during the night feeling sick.last week i heared
something like a dog yelping loudly in the street
infront of our house.Last night i heared a cat in our
back yard but thats odd because my dog tramp sleeps in
the backyard.Nothing else has happend lately but i
sure am not relaxing..........
Husbands Death
By: Loisme39@aol.com
my husband had diabetes, was 56 yrs old went to work one day and
I had an
appointment for the hair salon at 1:30 p.m. I went upstairs to my
bedroom to
get ready to leave for the hair appt at 12:45 I was in front of
my dresser
when i felt very cold. As I stood there, I got progressivly colder,
so cold
that I felt it right to my bones and I said out loud to nobody,
as I was
totally alone in the house, " why on earth am I so cold" Let me
add that the
date was April 27th and the weather was warm. Just then the phone
rang. It
was my husbands boss at work telling me he had fallen and was taken
by
ambulance to the hospital. I phoned my son and he and his wife took
me to the
hospital where we were told by the doctors that at 12:47 my husband
had died
instantly from a massive heart attack. This is what made him fall.
He was
dead before he hit the floor. It was at that time that I felt that
terrible
cold and to this day I swear he came to say good bye.
I Believe
By: AaronMcMahan@aol.com
My name is Aaron McMahan and you may not believe me when I say this
but I
know there is such thing as Ghost. Here is my story:
Don''t get me wrong here, I am Baptisted, and you know how Catholic's
worship
Mary insteac of Jesus, well, every year you can take a trip to the
place
where Jesus was born, well, when I went over there about 5 and a
half years
ago, we got to walk the grounds Jesus did. They had a huge marble
cross
standing were he was crucified. I seen Mary dancing above it. Well,
not
dancing, but hovering. I blinked my eyes and it was gone and I know
it wasn't
my imagination.
By: roofus765@hotmail.com
well where do i begin? about three years ago, my favorite teacher
was told
that she had breast cancer. in the begining of her disease,
i did not have
these weird dreams. my mom worked with her and she and mrs.
ellis (the one
that had breast cancer) were life long friends and well anyways
my mom kept
me updated about her. well a year before she passed on, i
had these strange
dreams that i was at a funeral in which a lady was in a casket and
her
husband was crying and another woman was holding him saying that
it would be
alright. these dreams contuined for about a year and they
ended the day of
my uncle's funral. (which was december 27 of 1999) well later that
day after
the funralmy dad came to me and told me that mrs. ellis had died
earlier
that day. well after my dad told me this i knew that the woman
in the
casket was mrs. ellis and the man next to the casket was her husband
and the
woman holding him was one of their close friends. i know that
this is a
vary strange story but it is true. thank you for letting me
get this story
off of my chest. this is the first time that i have ever told
any one this.
e-mail me if you have a comment.
By: p.pospisil@home.com
OK my grandpa died when I was 3 so I didn't really know what kind
of a person he was but I knew what he looked like.
I was visiting my grandma in the country my family and I were visiting
for a week.
Let me tell you what the house set up was first , there was a hallway
that lead to the guest room bedroom. If you went down the hall you would
see a verandah for the front door , farther down you would come to my grandmas
bedroom also on the left side , then of course the guest bedroom.
On the 3rd day of the visit I was walking to the bedroom when I
saw a ghostly shape that looked like my grandpa.
Seeing this I ran to my parents and grandma tolled them what I saw.
They believed me , that comforted me so I went to bed.
The next day was good I didn't see any "ghost" or anything weird
but on the second last day of the visit something weird happened.
I was lying on my bed wide awake then some thing caught my eye ,
I looked up at the head of my bed and saw a ghostly white hand move across
then disappear. I lay there to frightened to move I mean I was 6. Anyway
I waited a few seconds then something grabbed my pillow and it was pulling
it under the bed I pulled it back and waited for it to pull back , but
nothing happened.I'll tell you this it was SCARY.
In present days I haven't encountered anything UN normal around
my grandmas house so I guess that that was a once in a life time experience.
Spooky Experience
By: jandhlee@rmi.net
I'm by no means a pychic, but when I was a young child I'm thinking around four, my Mother and I had a very spooky experience. Where I grew up is near the Santa Fe Trail. We had a screened in pourch that we would spend our summer days and drink iced tea. One evening getting ready for bed, my mom went to retrive our empty cups. I heard a scream, I ran to her side and she begged me to get the cups. As I went into the pourch I noticed a figure standing on the oppisite of the door leading to the outside. I could make out old clothes and long hair. The moon was full on the other side of her. So I could make out her fly aways in her hair and she wore a shawl and long dress. I couldn't see her face because the moon was too bright and her hair covered it. My mother who is a chicken was in hysterics and wanted me back inside. It has always caught my imagination that I wasn't to scared. I tease my mom now and all she'll admit she didn't know what it was. I have witnessed alot and my son who is now four sees things too. My husband and I lost our first daughter six years ago to a still birth. My son of course never met her. When he was 2 1/2 he was talking to "agirl" as he put it, I blew it off thinking it was play. That weekend we went to the cemetary and our baby has an Angel on her headstone, my son got very excited to see "that girl"!!! Goosebumps went up and down my body!! He has shared stories about seeing a girl floating above his bed that looks like mommy! I believe him because he doesn't lie or tell wild stories!! We're very honest on what happened to his sister in hopes we don't scare him. Last weekend he came into our bed in the morning and said Mommy, Aashlyn touched my head. I asked him where were you guys at? He looks at me and says right here mommy, between you and daddy!! So your right ghosts are everywhere even in our beds!!!!
By: XxVaMpYGiRlxX@aol.com
well, one night my friend janet and i were staying at my friend Sarah's
house. She had a very old house and it was just spooky looking at
(we had
never spent the night before) and while we were laying in the bed
talking i
happened to look up at the doorway and see a man wearing a very
elegant suit
that was almost transparent and he was surrounded by a greenish
light. i
quickly nudged janet and sarah and when they turned to look the
man quickly
dissappeared and without warning the door slammed shut. needless
to say it
scared us all terribly.
By: skylernv@hotmail.com
When I was about 6 or 7 I was sleeping one night when I was woken
up by a
skeleton who rised up next to me. He looked at me and as I
rised up slowely
out of bed, he sunk back down to where I could not see him.
I felt a really
close connection to him for the longest time and could not figure
out why.
It has only been through reading your website and putting some more
thought
into the matter that I have come to the conclusion that it had to
be me. I
know this sounds wierd but it has to be, because I can now relive
that
moment through both myself as the 6/7 year old and I can see myself
sitting
on the bed from where the skeleton would have seen me. Wierd,
ne? Also, a
little side note, all my life I have been able to do this little
trick that
is wierd. I can "burn out my insides". It sounds wierd
but thats the only
way to describe it. I can do it on will, it dosen't hurt;
it feels really
powerfull and at times when doing it I have hurt my hands or arms
from
flexing them so hard. If I have a headache of any type of
pain(short of
being sick, as it drains me severly and I end up feeling worse)
I can make
it go away for a short while. Maybe someone has some knowledge
on this that
could help or something. Worth a shot.
By: blhobson@eol.ca
Before I begin telling you what I see, I would like to tell you some
history of my family. I am native aboriginal and my parents are from
two separate tribes. Their joining was nothing out of the ordinary save
for the respective backgrounds. Like many other cultures, there are
social hierarcies - my mother's side of the family came from warriors and
chiefs while my dad's side came from shaman. We were raised with very traditional
beliefs and practices.
In 1994, my father past away. That is when my experiences
began. When alive, spirits (people still living) would come to my
father at night when he was sleeping and awake him. On many occasions,
when I visited Dad, he would say things, "Never let them scare you. or
Ignore them if you want them to go away." Since his death, I have
had three visits from people (relatives) who were about to die. As
my father would say, "They are visiting and saying good-bye to you."
When my dad was alive, he would go to people and assist in their
spiritual preparations. Since his death I feel like the torch has
been past onto me. Do you know of ways or people that I can contact
to help develop this inheritance?
To describe the experiences, they are similar. Like my dad used
to say, "They don't look like that in real life." The three times
that I've been visited, two relatives have died - one uncle and one auntie.
The third and most recent, three weeks ago coincided with the birth of
my third grand-nephew. I'm sure you're wondering - well that was
a birth not a death. That's what puzzling!
When the spirits come, I wake fully from sleep to find them staring
directly into my eyes. My Auntie Annie appeared as a little girl
in old-fashioned clothes. She stood beside the bed, near my left arm, body
faced toward me, looking down. Her brown eyes piercing. As I looked
into hers, she turned and began to walk away yet her spirit did not have
legs. By the time she reached the foot of the bed, her presence had faded
with each step until she was gone completely. I reached for the flash-light
on the nightstand, beside the bed, and went to look for her, but she was
gone. I didn't feel a thing in the house as I tried to expand my
mind.
By: sabrina_ejh1@hotmail.com
On June 3rd, at around noon, I went with my mother and grandmother
to the cemetery to visit my uncle and my great-grandpa in their niche in
the main office.
I was walking down the rows, looking at all of the names on the
walls in the isles, and my mom called out to me to come look out the window
in the back that overlooks one of the cemetery yards where my great-grandpa's
2nd wife is buried. I turned around because I suddenly got cold, and I
looked down the row to my left, and I saw a potted tree branch moving up
and down like there was someone playing on it, but there was no one there!
I looked and then it stopped, and then as I was walking away, it started
again. I might mention that there was no breeze inside the office, and
it wasn't windy outside. I kept walking into cold spots in the office.
I heard thumping, and it sounded like someone was walking with boots
on through the rows, and I didn't stay around to find out. My grandma and
my mother and I were the only ones inside the office. I herded my grandma
and my mom out of there, and I was shaking as I got into the van. I have
no idea what happened, but it scared the hell out of me. I told my boyfriend
what happened, and he said that it was nothing to worry about, and I told
my mom, and she looked at me like I had 2 heads. I am trying to talk my
boyfriend into going back with me, but I don't want to go there alone again.
How do I go about finding out what I saw on sunday?
Thank you for reading this.
My name is Emily, and I live in Eureka California. The graveyard
where I was at on the day mentioned above was Oceanside Cemetery.
Very Real
By: Sgaston@amesinternational.com
I had a couple of experiences with some ghosts that is very real.
I've
always beleived in ghosts, but never thought that I would come in
contact
with one. It all happen when I moved out of my mom's house
into my own 1
bedroom apartment w/ my daughter. I only had a reclining chair
in the
living room (no furniture). The chair sat facing the hallway
towards the
bathroom & the front door. At times when I was alone in my house,
I would
see in the corner of my eye, someone walking in the hallway.
But everytime
I looked straight forward, nothing was there. And other times,
I would see
someone peeking around the corner w/ just the forehead and the eyes
looking
at me. I didn't think much of it and I still don't, but it
scares me.
A couple months ago (May), things started to get really spooky.
The hallway
started to get really cold. I would have the heat on to 80
degrees and the
entire apartment would be hot, but the hallway would be cold, like
a walk-in
freezer. Well anyway, I was laying on an air matress with
my daughter
sleeping next to me. We were laying with our heads towards
the hallway
(facing away from it). It was pitch black and all of the sudden,
I heard
footsteps behind my head. I could hear every step taken.
My eyes were wide
open but I was too scared to move. Then I saw shadows standing
next to me.
There were (I believe) 4 of them. I could see the outline
of their heads &
shoulders, no face. One reached down and started choking me
(I think it was
a man, bec of the broad shoulders). I could see the outlining
of his arms
coming towards me. I couldn't move, I was gasping for air.
I couldn't
scream or anything. I tried to reach for my daughter, but
couldnt even do
that. Then it stopped. I ran to turn on the lamp and
looked at the clock.
It was 320am. It was really strange & scary bec I never
sleep on my back
(tummy sleeper) and I was laying on my back while it was choking
me. I
stayed up a little bit after that & watched some t.v., but was
so tired, I
my eyes were getting droopy. So I shut the t.v. off (the lamp
was still on)
and I was laying on my back again and the comforter on top of my
chest
started to sink and I started to get short breathed. I couldnt
sleep
anymore so I stayed up and watched t.v. all night. I started
sleeping in my
daughters room after that.
About a week later I called my mom and asked her when she goes to
the temple
(we're Buddhist) to bring me some holywater. She kept asking
why, I didn't
want to tell her, but I did anyway. She went and told one
of the Monks and
the next day, my house was blessed. Nothing happened for a
while. I would
still see a shadow walking in my hallway & someone peeking around
the
corner, but figured my house was safe bec of the blessing.
About 2 weeks
later, I started to get this sour smell in the bedroom. I
thought my
daughter spilt milk on the carpet. I looked everywhere and
cleaned every
peice of the carpet from where that smell was from. I couldnt
get rid of
the smell. Everybody who entered the room, smelled it, it
was like sour
milk. My friend came to sleepover one night, we were up pretty
late talking
and I finally went to sleep (in my daughter's room). My freind
was watching
t.v. in the living room and I remember laying on the air matress,
turning
back & forth, trying to get confortable. I had a nightlight
on in the room
(it was really bright, you can see everything), and all while I
was tossing
& turning, I ended up on my back and something was choking me
again. Again,
my eyes were open, but I didnt see anything this time. I tried
to move my
arms up, to push it away, but I couldnt move. I tried to yell
my friends
name, but just moaning came out. I could hear myself breathing,
but I
couldnt move. I wasnt scared, I just wanted it to stop.
Finally, it
stopped and I looked at the clock, it was the same time, 320am.
I ran out
to the living room where my friend was and I asked her if she could
hear me.
She said she heard me moaning, but thought I was doing it in my
sleep. I
told her what happened and we stayed up all night together.
In Response to "Strange Phenonmenon"
By: shelleyahughes@hotmail.com
I recently read "Srange Phenomenon" on page eight and found many
similarities to my own story. Link : http://theshadowlands.net/ghost/ghost61.htm#phenom.
I was wondering if you could post this beneath it. I was really excited
to find a similar experience. Thank you for posting these stories.
I am now 24 but the event happened when I was 19. My best friend
Lacey was dating a guy named John. His father had a heart attack and died
at home with John there trying to save him but it was a massive heart attack
and he didn't make it. Apparently John's dad was not fond of his girlfriend
Lacey. I attended the funeral with Lacey and John and it was a very
sad occasion athough nothing seemed out of the ordinary. About a week later
Lacey and I were driving down the road with the windows rolled down on
both sides because it was a warm summer evening. She started to talk about
John's dad saying she wondered if he ever watched over her and John. Then
she added that she doubted it because he was a mean man and he hated her.
She went on for a few minutes explaining how he treated her. Then she said,
"He was not a nice person, he was evil, I know he is in hell."
We were stopped at a light in the turn lane at the time. As
soon as those last words came out of her mouth "something" flew through
my car. It was a physical object but seemed to be made of white light or
smoke and was slightly illuminated. It sounded like some type of whistling
fire cracker or something and I felt a breeze go by my face. It was
twisting in circles around itself at a fast past as it flew in my window
(driver side) right in front of my face then right in front of lacey's
fast and out the passenger window. It seemed like it was in slow motion
and the phsyical presence was so strong that we both pushed our heads against
the headrest as hard as we could so that it would not hit our faces. As
soon as it exited her window i looked over at her with my head still pushed
against the seat and she had hers pushed against the seat as well. We knew
it was not a firecracker or anything explainable. I immediatley asked her
what the heck it was and she was beginning to cry and sink down in the
seat to hide toward the floor board of my car. Before i could even say
anything else "something" dropped in my backseat. It felt and sounded like
someone had dropped a 50 lb feed bag in my back seat from above. My whole
car bounced in response. I again looked at Lacey and said what the h@#$
was that!" At that point the light and turned green and I turned into a
parking lot where we both immediately jumped out of the car. I opened all
the doors and the trunk trying to find an explanation. Lacey was still
crying and shaking. We both agreed that we thought it was Jon's dad's ghost.
We couldn't get back in the car right away but eventually we had to. It
was a very scary experience and we never talk about his dad anymore unless
we are telling the story.
I don't think anyone really believes us when we tell the story but
we know it happened. We felt the breeze, both of our heads were pushed
against the seat and we both felt my car bounce. There is no way it could
have been a coincidence. I have found stories that tell about ghosts "dropping"
into chairs but until now have not found one about the "thing" that flew
through my car right in front of our faces. Thank you for submitting the
story it's nice to know we aren't the only ones this has happened to. I
hope this gives you some reassurance that your mother's story is true.
If you have had any other similar responses please pas them on,
I would be interested in reading them.
By: Sassiebutsweet29@aol.com
Is this for real?.....Thats the question i get asked everytime i
tell my
stories or someone comes to visit me in my home......I'm living
in a home
that i moved into about 7 years ago...its a pretty old house...some
of the
closets still even have the old time doors and door knobs on them
that you
had to have a special old key to get into.....Anyway....let me share
with you
the things that have been going on in my home and then you can judge
for
yourself.
My first dealing with the paranormal was back in October of 94...i
was
sitting in my living room and notice out of the corner of my eye
something
walking through my hallway leading from the kitchen to my sons room...I
didnt
really think anything of it at first except a glare from a cars
headlights
passing by outside....a few moments later my son had woke up and
came into
the living room and asked if i came in his room and fixed his pillow....of
course i said no because i had been sitting there watching a movie.
I got up
and walked him back to bed....and turned on the bathroom light for
him that
was in hallway as he needs light to help him sleep better.
I decided to switch where i was sitting so that i could watch the
hallway
while i finished watching my movie. A short time later i saw something
that
was to unbelievable for me...the shadow that i had seen earlier
was not a
shadow at all....it was a figure of a woman floating through the
hallway in
the same direction as before from the kitchen to my sons room...i
could only
see the left side of the womans body and face she was translucent
but i could
tell she was wearing a very old fashion dress her hair was very
long. Not
once did she ever look my way or look around...just straight ahead
towards my
sons room. Her feet werent even touching the floor. I of course
couldnt move
at this point...i was frightened at what i saw. I waited about 5
minutes
before actually getting up.....and as i was rounding the corner
to my sons
room my son and i ran right into one another....of course scaring
me to death
again....he asked the same questioned as before..."Mommy why do
you keep
fixing my pillow?"....this time i just told him i came in because
he was
laying awkward and didnt look comfortable so i fixed him up so he
would sleep
better....but that wasnt the case at all...i never went in his room...only
the time to walk him back to bed.
I never saw the woman again until a few
weeks later when my niece had
spent the night with me she was 19 at the time and was sitting on
the couch
where i had sat the last time i saw the woman and quickly screamed
for me to
come down stairs..she told me she saw a woman leaving the kitchen
and going
into my sons room....and swore the woman was a ghost. The woman
never bothers
anyone and its seems to be the same routine with her...and the same
direction
everytime we see her....I can say I've seen this woman at least
8 times in
the last 7 years ive lived here.
But, my story doesnt end there with just
the woman...several nights i
have heard voices of children coming from the upstairs across from
where my
daughter sleeps...this happens during the day when my children are
at school
and I am home alone...and it happens at night when everyone is sleeping.
Footsteps are heard by anyone that comes to visit coming from the
upstairs.
Things my husband and children and i know that we have placed somewhere
come
up missing. Also..when my children were very small...around 4 and
5...they
are now 9 and 7 they claim to have seen a man in the upstairs closet
in the
bedroom across from daughters bedroom....they even were able to
describe this
man as having long reddish brown hair...blue eyes and a mustache
and beard
same color as his hair....they said the man didnt move or talk....just
stood
there and smiled at them. (freaky, huh?)
The last thing i will tell
you which still kinda spooks me til this
day is about 4 years ago my niece and i were upstairs picking up
some broken
glass from where my daughter had dropped a picture frame and the
glass
shattered in the "closet"...see the pattern here?....Anyway.....she
picked up
a sliver of glass...and pulled back her finger and yelled out ...OUCH...as
if
she had been cut from the glass...but she looked down and no cut
or blood was
visable...but (and heres the freaky part) when i reached for a piece
of glass
with my fingers...i noticed droplets of blood coming from my finger
and i
hadnt even touched the glass yet and there was a cut on my index
finger...same hand same finger as my niece claimed she had been
cut by
glass....but no evidence of it. (Very strange)...all of this is
very
true...some say im crazy...some believe it and have witnessed it...Now
u can
be the judge of whether this is for real or not.
Might also help to tell you that since
i was 8 years old i've been able
to see and hear things that no one else could...I am now almost
30 and still
go through the same things...dreaming of things before they happen...seeing
my dead great aunt and actually being able to talk with her?....I
used to
think i was crazy myself..haha...but I've experienced way too many
things in
my life to truly believe its just all in my head.
Itty Bitty Fingernails
By: Claudia.Jimenez@sf.fk.com
This story was told to me by my boyfriend. It regards the tale of his Great Grandfather in Guatemala. It was told that upon returning home on horseback from a long day of agricultural work on his plantation he heard a baby wailing off the side of the road. Since he was a kind-hearted gentleman, he decided to stop his horse and look to see where the crying was coming from. Lo and behold he found a dirty bundle of blankets wiggling and the wailing seemed to be coming from there. He picked up the bundle and unwrapped the face, suddenly the baby stopped crying. He mounted his horse carefully as not to drop the baby and continued on his way. A while later he noticed that the baby was very still, thinking it was asleep and remembering how much peace his own children brought him when they were asleep, he decided to take a peep. Upon unwrapping the baby, he gasped to see that it was no longer a human child, but a horse's head on a baby's body. It soon started to laugh a demonic laugh and pulled out his arms to show him his long protruding fingernails and said "Loooook, looook, look at my itty bitty fingernails."
I've Seen a Ghost
By: dlmfly1@neonline.net
It was on halloween when my friend Holly said : "I dare you to go to the grave yard tonight". I said ok I'm not afraid of anything. I didnt even believe in ghost untill that night. At 8:00 I was in the grave yard with one flash light and one set of batteries. I wasnt scared till I heard a branch break. Than I herd little foot steps. Pretty soon I got scared and sat by a tree waiting untill 11:00 that was when I could leave the grave yard. At first I thought it was Holly trying to scare me. I was looking around to see if I could see her but when I looked the other direction I saw a big light. I was staring at it . I saw something in the light it looked almost like a face and it was standing there like I was a enemy that most be destroy. I for got all about the bet and ran for my life.
By:c.frazier@sympatico.ca
Hi, I don't know if this falls into a "haunting" category but
I thought
I'd share my story. My family had a cottage in a clearing
by a lake.
Our cottage was almost completely surrounded by forest. There
was a
dirt path that cut through the trees and eventually became our
driveway. Being 8 and curious, my parents would allow me to
roam the
woods around our cottage as long as I took our German Sheppard with
me.
She was an older dog who ALWAYS stayed by my side, especially during
excursions. One morning I decided to take a stroll through
one of my
many beaten paths in the bush and pick some wild strawberries.
As I was
bent down foraging I hear my dog growl. I though nothing of
it (she was
so protective of me that the slightest noise would set her off).
A few
moments later I noticed she was no longer by my side, I began to
call
her name but to no avail. I decided to start back to the cottage
thinking she got tired of waiting on me and made her way back.
As I
walked down the path a heard a loud "crash" like a falling tree
and
turned in the direction of the sound. I gazed upon a rocky hill
covered
in moss and fallen debris. the sun was shining brightly through
the
canopy and I had to squint. Something VERY large was quickly
climbing
this small hill with it's back to me. I froze thinking it
was a bear
until I realized that it was white and seemed to have a shawl or
wide
belt tied around it's waist. It was about 6 to 7 feet high
and as broad
as a grizzly bear. Moments later my dog came running out of
nowhere as
if she'd been chasing it. As my dog began to bark and bear
her teeth,
the thing turned towards us and I was unable to make out any features
(due to the sun or my child's mind blocking it, I cannot recall)
and
immediately, it vanished. I ran home screaming and my parents
quickly
ran to meet me as I cam crashing out of the bush with dog in tow.
I
started rambling on and unable to make any sense of what I was saying
my
parents consoled me and brushed off the experience as being
imagination. For the next few nights, I heard rustling noises
and what
sounded like a growling hum???outside my window. Even though
my shade
was down ( it the type that blocks out all light). There was
an
orange-red glow shinning through the sides of the shades.
I didn't''
sleep a wink. The noise continued and my dog sat at
the foot of the
window growling softly all night. I was reluctant to tell
my parents of
this for fear they would not believe me but it was clear to them
(by the
bags under my eyes) that something was wrong. Finally I broke
down and
told them the story, my father immediately said it was probably
the
neighbors 12 and 14 year old sons trying to scare me. We later
found
out that our neighbors were away in the Netherlands for the month
visiting relatives and the next closest neighbor was 3 miles away.
The
only way to access the front of our cottage (short of tramping through
the dense bush) was to come up the dirt path. If this was
the case, I
should have heard footsteps as the approaching person came up the
gravel
entrance to our lot or the stoned walkway directly in front of my
window.
By: robin005@gte.net
The only experience I've had myself was when I was about ten to twelve
yrs. old. My sister and I were sleeping in the same bed and we were
woken up by the sound of a horse whinnying by our bed. We scooted,
terrified, back against the wall and listened for several minutes
to the
sound of the horse breathing. The property our house was on was
a brick
yard in the late 1800's, so I can imagine that there were plenty
of work
horses around the place in those times. That may explain our experience.
However, my mother has several stories to tell and I can personally
vouch for her honesty. In the 1950's, my parents were young marrieds
with their first child{my brother}. They lived in East Cenral Kentucky.
They rented a house from a lady who once asked my mother if she
had
experienced any "trouble" while living there. Well, my mother and
father
did have "trouble". In the morning after my father went to work,
my
mother would go back to bed. This was an old house with no running
water, just an outside well. While in bed, my mother would hear
the
kitchen door{which was locked} open, then heavy footsteps proceeding
to
the water bucket, then the sound of the dipper touching the sides
of the
bucket, then the footsteps retreated from whence they came and the
door
shut. My mother never got up to investigate, though she heard this
many,
many times. She was too scared. Another time while she was outside,
she
heard what sounded like a shower of rocks hitting the opposite side
of
the tobacco barn. When she investigated, she found nothing unusual.
My
father's mother and little brothers came to visit one day {not knowing
that my parents weren't at home}, and saw a little blond haired
girl
standing by the house, she ran around the other side of the house
and my
uncle jumped out of the car, running after her, thinking she was
my
mother's little sister, Elaine. He yelled after her, she never answered,
and he never found her. Needless to say, it wasn't Elaine. I've
saved
the strangest stories for last. Once, while my parent's were in
bed,
they saw what my mother describes as "a green and orange ball",
very
large, float through the living room, into the bedroom, and over
to my
brother's crib, where it hovered for several seconds, then faded.
Another time, after my parents had settled down for the night, a
sound
like a vacuum cleaner, very loud, moved through the living room
into the
bedroom and hovered over the bed. My parents describe being "paralyzed"
during this experience. My mother said that it felt as if cold steel
bands were on her ankles. They then blacked out and didn't know
anything
more until the morning when they woke up. My fathers' teenage sister
was
staying with them that night, sleeping on the couch. In the morning,
my
mother asked her if she had heard anything the night before, and
she had
experienced the same thing as my parents. The noise, the paralysis,
the
blacking out. A very strange story, but I know it to be true.
Long Time Experiences
By: kelcat167@aol.com
hello my name is kelly , i dont know really where to begin
but i guess at
the beginning would be good. Ever since i was little i have experienced
seeing and hearing ghosts , as i got older it grew stronger. About
8 years
ago my boyfrienD (I am now married) was murdered,since the
moment he died he
was in my house, the night he died my front door started shakeing
really hard
but i knew it was him. F rom that day forward i would feel him touch
me , or
i would wake up in the middle of the night to someone moaning in
my ear
almost like a deaf person tries to speak but he could not get out
what he
wanted to tell me, so i started useing the weja board to communicate
with
him. It was really sad he just kept saying pray for him and that
he was
suffering other spirits would cut in sometimes bad ones and try
to pretend
they were him but i knew his personality it was just like he was
still
alive,when he was alive he would get into alot of fights and usually
he won
but he said on that side his punishment was that other spirits were
fighting
him and he was loosing,do you understand that? I went everyday to
my chapple
and prayed for him but my mom always told me its to late after you
die , but
i tried anyway.As time went on he seemed a little farther
away and it was
harder to contact him,i got pregnant with my 6 year old and one
day i woke up
to someone rubbing my face but could see no one, i knew it was him
saying
goodbye. It was quit awhile before i saw or heard from him again
untill one
week before my wedding i woke up to someone banging on my bedroom
door no one
ansered when i said hello, so i laid back down and in a few minuets
i looked
up to see richard walking across my bedroom but he did not even
look at me
,it was as if i wasnt even there. Thats the very last time
i have felt him
hear, but i still feel presences hear with lights flickering things
falling
or just knowing someone is there but i am not sure who they are
.Maybe you
could give me better advice on how to communicate with him or them,
i really
could tell you more stories but i have taken enough of you time.
A Malicious Entity
By: MoonBeam311@aol.com
A malicious entity
(all names will be anonymous,cause my boyfriend is hesitantof me
even doing
this since last time we had this mentiond in theripy,um the subject
of our
ideas we were labeled so mmany cruel things)
OK it all started when the boy had newly moved into his new room
of his
house. This was when he first encoundted this evil spirit. The entity
would
throw him athwart the room, beat him, and many times paralyzed him.
The demon hadnt always been AS vicious but once a chathlic(YES!see
their the
cause of trouble errm sry bout that outburst)woman had attempt an
exorcism
the demon then became enraged.
This had gone on for a long time now. Later it would strive to possess
him.
He then told his friend of the happenings.
The girl had listen to him and had declared to him the figure in
black robes
was a demon aspersion.
Now of course, now determined to vanquish what was hurting and haunting
the
boy, they began to plan how to remove the demon. The entity assumed
not
wanting to leave attempted at all extents to cease all conversation
between
the to of them. It would change volume,fuz up, and breath in phone
lines. The
2 then would try to talk over AOL (AKA aohell ), but the demon would
still,
try to stop their conversation by freezing their computars.It then
could go
house to house and back again as it pleased to assault its victioms.It
did
this threw slaming,paralyzing,tempature changes, unsettling feelings,ect
It had mingled and became entangled in the boys aura a # of times
when in
attempt to possess him. The foul spirit had oddly known bolth boy
and girls
weaknesses; the boys back, and the girls ribs-wich gave it yet another
advantage.
On the third night of torture the boy, without permission of the
girl, had
taken the demon inside.
Why did this entity antagonize them? What was it that let it there?
who was
it? What was its modives..
that we may never know for now it sleeps, it lays low in the boys
body caged
and enclosed in the boys body?
And that is the story of one of the Entities of the house on Boat
Lane.
Megan's Bedroom Haunting
By:stark57@adams.net
Okay first thing first i had a movie poster in my bedroom that i had up by my door for about three years. Well my older sister came back for christmas and my room is right by the hall way that is by the living room and the christmas tree lights where on and the glare of light was going through the hall way and was glaring to where you can see the poster a little bit. My sister was talkig to her boyfriend and was looking on the wall with the lights off and about an hour later she came running out of my bedroom screaming she said megan your bedroom is really haunted and i said why and she said go in there and stare at the poster and you tell me if it is haunted so i went in there and looked at the poster and then i seen a man in the kingpin poster dancing and tipin his hat and moving around like a pshyco and i was freaked out. Then when i left and got my mom and other sister to come and look they seen the same thing and i sent myself in there and then came out and told my other sister (17) to go back in there and watch and when she came out she told me what she wrote down what she heard and i wrote down what i heard and seen and they where the same things freaky. Now today those posters are in the attic and my friends mom told me she would pay $300.00 to buy it but i belive it is a piece of this house knowing it was here when we moved in hehe!
By: Elizabeth_Snow@msn.com
I have written here before about a house I was in once and
it all being paranormally... anyway just recently I had another run in
with something. First I have to tell you all the details so that this makes
sense. I live in central Ohio and about 100 years ago or so there was the
Ohio Canal. Most of it is just a really big ditch now, forgotten and decaying...
and in some places extreemly haunted. My friend Corey lives on the sight
of an old lock house (lock #9)on the old canal. You can still see were
the locks were, b/c of these huge stones right next to her driveway, and
right along the house is the old canal(now a big, long ditch.)Her parents
had actually bought the old lock house and decided on renovating it, but
b/c of cost they just tore it down and built a new house on top of it.
When they lived there they had several run ins with ghosts. A man in civil
war attire, a little girl screaming for her mother, and other odd things.
The house isn't exactly quiet, but the ghosts are no longer residents(they
changed the location of the doors). The house is not the only thing haunted
out there, the land itself seems to remember the old days still.Corey has
told me a lot about the land and canal.The ships would sometimes throw
the dead into the canal as they went by. People falling in and drowning.
A very old tree stands in the middle of a field next to the house,it's
called the hanging tree, no explanations needed. So many things for Corey
and I to investigate.Keep in mind we are two stupid girls looking for the
unknown. About two weeks ago Corey and I took out her 4 by 4 to ride around
the field and just look for stuff. We brought a tape recorder with us this
time to see if we could record anything inaudible to us. First we went
to lock 10 which is not to far away from her house. I turned on the tape
recorder and we were bullshitting asking the ghosts to let us know if they
were there or we were just crazy. Nothing, so we rode around for a little
while longer and went back to her house. I took out the tape recorder to
listen to our stupidity and I heard something with our vioces. Corey really
wasn't paying attention and talking about something. I listened to it agian..."Cor-(Hey
if there are any ghosts out there say something)Me-(No no!!!)Cor( Yes,
except make it hearable ..)Me-(hearable?*laugh*)Cor(audible?)" After Cor
invited the ghosts to say something you begin to here a *clang clang clang.*
We are out in the middle of no where w/ the engine off and you can here
a clang very softly. I immediatly freak after figuring out what it was.
Its the sound of a lock opening and shutting to level watter and let boats
through... a 100 years after the canal was forgoten! That is the first
real proof we have of paranormal activity around her house.
The day before we heard a wagon following us in the same area. And
when we got close to the spooky woods near it (we didn't have the 4 by
4 w/ us, just the dog) the dog got all quiet and then attacked me for no
reason. I don't like those woods, I find it extreemly hard to breath there
and sometimes I feel so depressed that I want to cry or just die...Well
thanxs for reading this:)
Mom's Story
By: aaliyahmarie02@hotmail.com
HI. MY NAME IS HOLLY AND I'M 15 YEARS OLD. THIS STORY IS NOT
OF MY OWN
PERSONAL ACCOUNT, RATHER, IT IS ONE OF MY MOTHER'S. LET ME
START BY TELLING
YOU A FEW THINGS THAT ARE VITAL TO THE UNDERSTANDING OF THIS STORY.
MY
YOUNGEST BROTHER IS 10. WE'LL CALL HIM STEPHEN. EVER
SINCE HE WAS ABOUT 1
& 1/2, EVERY ONE WHO HAS MET HIM SAYS HE IS EITHER PURE EVIL
, OR POSSED BY
THE DEVIL HIMSELF. THE REASON FOR THIS IS BECAUSE WHENEVER
HE IS AROUND,
STRANGE, MYSTERIOUS THINGS OCCUR AND WHEN THEY DO THERE IS A FEELING
OF PURE
EVIL. THAT'S WHAT EVERYONE SAYS ANYWAY. MY IMMEDIATE
FAMILY HAS OFTEN
BEEN SUBJECTED TO "SUPERNATURAL" OCCURANCES, BUT NONE OF WHICH SEEM
DIRECTLY
CAUSED BY STEPHEN. I, PERSONALLY DO NOT SENSE ANYTHING EVIL ABOUT
MY
BROTHER. SUPERNATURAL, MAYBE, BUT EVIL, DEFINATLY NOT.
NOW, FOR THE STORY.
WHEN I WAS ABOUT 8 YEARS OLD, MY FATHER WAS A MECHANIC AND
MY MOTHER
STAYED AT HOME. STEPHEN WAS 3 AT THE TIME. ON THIS PARTICULAR
DAY, MY
SIBLINGS AND I WERE OUT OF THE HOUSE, THOUGH I DON'T REMEMBER WHERE.
MY
MOTHER HAD DECIDED TO REST FOR A WHILE AND WENT TO HER ROOM TO READ.
AS SHE
LOOKED UP FROM HER MAGAZINE TO GAZE OUT THE WINDOW, SHE SAW THE
SHAPE OF AN
ALEIN HAED IN HER CURTAIN. YOU KNOW HOW, IF YOU LOOK AT SOMETHING,
YOU SEE A
PARTICULAR SHAPE, BUT YOU TURN AWAY OR BLINK AND IT'S GONE?
WELL, SHE
FIGURED THAT'S WHAT IT WAS. BUT AFTER LOOKING BACK IT WAS
STILL THERE.
THIS DIDN'T BOTHER HER, SHE JUST WENT BACK TO READING. A FEW
MINUTES LATER,
SHE HEARD A SOUND AND LOOKED UP AT THE WINDOW. THE ALEIN HEAD
WAS STILL
THERE. ALL OF A SUDDEN IT GOT REAL DARK OUTSIDE AND SHE FELT
AN EERIE
PRESENCE. THEN, ALL OF A SUDDEN, SHE WAS SLUNG BACK IN THE
BED WITH A FORCE
HARD ENOUGH TO MAKE HER HEAD SLAM INTO THE HEADBOARD. SHE SAT UP
AND LOOKED
AROUND. IT WAS BRIGHT AND CLEAR OUTSIDE AND THE ALIEN WAS GONE.
SHE WAS
GOING TO GET UP TO CHECK AND SEE IF HER HEAD WAS BLEEDING.
SHE HEARD A CAR
PULL INTO THE DRIVEWAY. SHE LOOKED AT THE CLOCK. IT WAS 6:30
IN THE
EVENING. WHEN SHE HAD LAID DOWN, IT WAS ABOUT 12 NOON.
SHE LATER TOLD HER
HUSBAND ABOUT THE ODD OCCURENCE AND HE REPLIED THAT SHE HAD OBVIOUSLY
FELL
ASLEEP AND THAT'S WHERE THE DAY HAD GONE. WHEN SHE ASKED ABOUT
IT BECOMING
DARK, HE REPLIED THAT THE DAY HAD BEEN CLEAR THROUGHOUT. THIS
PUZZLED MY
MOM BUT SHE THOUGHT NOTHING OF IT FOR A FEW WEEKS. THEN MY
GRANDMOTHER, WHO
LIVED IN ILLINOIS AT THE TIME, CALLED AND SAID SHE HAD HAD A DREAM
ABOUT
STEPHEN A FEW WEEKS BEFORE AND SUDDENLY REMEMBERED. APON ASKING
IF HE WAS
ALRIGHT, MY MOTHER TOLD HER OF THE ODD OCCURENCE. MY GRANDMOTHER,
WHO IS A
DEVOUT CATHOLIC, SAID THAT SHE WAS SURE SHE HAD AN EXPLINATION.
SHE SAID
THAT THE "ALIEN" OUTSIDE MY MOTHER WAS REALLY AN ANGEL. (SHE
SAID ANGELS
CAN TAKE ANY FORM, AND THIS ONE TOOK THE SHAPE OF AN ALIEN IN THE
CURTAIN
BECAUSE MY MOTHER WOULD NOT BE ALARMED BY IT). SHE SAID THAT
SATAN WAS
TRYING TO TAKE CONTROL OF STEPHEN. BUT HE HAD TO KILL MY MOTHER
FIRST,
BECAUSE SHE WAS HIS PROTECTOR APPOINTED TO HIM BY GOD. SHE
ALSO EXPLAINED
THAT THE BLAST WAS A BATTLE BETWEEN THA ANGEL(WHO WAS SENT TO PROTECT
MY
MOTHER) AND SATAN. SHE SAID THAT MY MOTHER WAS PROBABLY UNCONSCIENCE
DURING
THE BATTLE, AND THAT'S WHY, WHEN SHE LOOKED AT THE CLOCK, THE DAY
HAD
PASSED. I NEVER HEARD ABOUT THE INCIDENT UNTILL LAST YEAR
WHEN MY MOTHER
TOLD A FRIEND. MY MOTHER DOES NOT BELIEVE ANY OF IT.
WHAT DO YOU THINK?
By: gerty2@citnet.com
I just love this sight and love to read the stories that are posted.
I never believed in "ghost" until things started happening in our house.
They have calmed down quite a bit but thought I would share a few more
stories with you, the most recent one happening last month.
The first happening was years ago, my daughter was on the
couch in the family room and my other daughter was in the chair and me
on the recliner. My youngest daughter (about 8?) all the sudden
ask us if we hear the pretty music
playing? My other daughter and I both say what music?
She says....the pretty organ music, can't you hear it? We again both
say NO. Then she starts telling us that the couch is moving,
we both tell her it isn't and she starts crying saying the couch is shaking
and the music is getting louder, then it stopped. She was so
freaked out.......she is 17 now and still remembers that day.
Another incident was the same year and again my youngest daughter
was in the kitchen eating her cereal, I was in the bathroom drying
my hair for work and my other daughter was upstairs getting ready for school.
All the sudden Nikk comes running to me in the bathroom crying saying something
just hit her in the back of the head really hard. We had no
explanation of it since neither of us was around but she swears it happened
to this day.
Ok, the most recent incident just happend to me last month.
As I have said, things have started slowing down a bit over the last few
years but every once in a while we still hear the footsteps upstairs walking
around and I have seen shadows go past me. On May 25, 2001
I had off of work for vacation day. My daughter had left for school
and my husband had left for work. About 8:30 am, I was laying
their trying to go back to sleep and I all the sudden felt someone with
their hand around my neck, not real hard like trying to choke me but like
as a gag, so I thought my husband had stopped back home and was playing
a trick and I opened my eyes to say "Very funny" but nobody was in the
room or even in the house. I immediately got up and get dressed
for the day. It was really scary.
I think my dog also sees things. He will sit in the room and
you can watch him moving his head like he is following something and sometimes
growls at it. From what I hear, the old lady who owned this
house before us had died here so maybe it is just her wondering around.
The articles that disappear and reapppear are always female items belonging
to me or my daughters.....barrettes, necklace (which is still missing),
brush, wallet etc........just mischevious I guess.
By: bruce.hinch@verizon.net
At ten, I encounter my first spirit. I was speaking to my uncle
frank that I later learned was dead. As a child I felt different
because of my ability to see things ahead of time. I was shunned
and told to keep quite and sharing my ability only with my
sister.
I began keeping a journal. During back surgery, I experience
an
OBIE-out of body experience. I floated about my body and wondered
why the nurse could not see it. While sitting with my husband, I
floated but manage to pick up my cat. A voice called out to
me
saying it was not time yet.
In 1994 I began sensing an unusual presence in the house.
It
happened in the den. Dave-my husband was talking to me, I
looked
outside and the sky was brown and dust was flying. People
were
crying. Dave did not see anything. A few nights after this,
our
bed began to shake violently. We both awoke in wonder and
amazement. Soon after, doors began opening and closing, footsteps
in the hallway. When Dave died I experienced a beautiful display
of
lights dancing above his head.
I moved into a smaller house after his death. Since I’ve been
here,
I have had other family members experience phenomena such
as
footsteps, banging closet doors, strange odors. The attack
on me
where lighting went through my body prompted me to seek some
help.
Saying a prayer usually helps diminish their presence for
the time,
but they come back.
By: candy0987@hotmail.com
I have two stories to tell, one with my own experience the other
my friends. I may be only 14 but I know what I have seen and heard
and I know its real. I'll start with my friend's story she was home
alone watching tv in an arm chair. All of a sudden an extreme coldness
came over her. She said she tried to get up to check the thermometer
and to turn up the heat but she couldn't seem to move. She also tried
to scream but her mouth wouldn't open and she couldn't seem to make even
a noise. The tv also turned off on its own for no reason. Thats
when she heard the window above her front door break and she heard the
front door open. After about a minute she heard a man scream and
then running feet and then the coldness was gone and she could move and
speak again. She quickly went to call 911 and her parents.
Later on they found out that a robber had broke in and he had also turned
himself in. The police say the man was hysterical mumbling that the
light would kill him and other stuff like that. He was later put
in mental institute and still is in it. They also found out that
her grandfather had died an hour earlier of the break in. My friend
called me the next morning telling me the whole story she was crying and
scared to death. Her family think that the ghost was her grandfather
trying to protect her from the robber. You see everyone knows my
friend is beyond brave and that if she wouldn't have been held down she
would have wanted to see what had happen and would probably have been killed
by the robber. Ever since then nothing really has really happen at
her home except she can sometimes smell smoke from a pipe and neither of
her parents smoke but her grandfather did.
Now to my story I never really thought I would ever see a ghost,
well that was until my family moved into this apartment in Austin, Texas.
Nothing had happened the first month we moved in but soon after that, stuff
began to happen. It all started one day, I went into my parent's
bedroom to watch a movie because the VCR in my room was broken. While
I was in the room my dog began to look in the corner and all of a sudden
she pricked her ears up and then she began to shake violently and just
continued to stare. After 5 minutes of staring in the corner she
all of a sudden whined and ran over to me and hid her head behind my neck.
I was trying to move her away from my neck but she would just go back.
Over the next 6 months this happened over and over anytime I would go into
my parent's bedroom with my dog. By this time I started to believe
that there was something in my apartment. One day my dog was whining
so bad behind my neck that I got so pissed of I started to scream at whatever
it was. I called it names and to top it off I said your not wanted
here. Well I think I might have pissed it of because that night I
could not sleep at all anytime I would doze off and then something would
wake me up. My parents have this huge old antique dresser that has
been passed down in our family. That night at exactly midnight I
heard the dresser slowly open and slam furiously closed in fact it slammed
so hard that it shook the whole wall. After I heard that I prayed
to God and finally went to sleep. The next morning my parents woke
me up. They asked me why my dad's belt was laying by me. I
looked at them confused because I didn't remember seeing that on my bed
when I went to sleep. My dad told me of course not because he had
put the belt in the dresser that night and when he woke up this morning
to put it on it was gone. When I got up my parents noticed red marks
on my legs that looked like they were belt marks. That was the biggest
thing that happened and thats when I told my parents everything and they
actually believed me. Although neither of them have actually experienced
anything they believed me. I actually asked the ghost to forgive
me for cursing at it and I told it that it was welcome here and I was sorry.
I still live in the apartment but my parents want to move quickly and are
looking for a house now. There are still things that happen. 24/7
I feel uncomfortable like someone is watching me. Quite a few times
out of the corner of my eye I swear I've seen something move. Whenever
I'm angry it also gets really cold but my parents don't feel the coldness.
Oh yeah 3 times this has happened where we leave our keys out on the counter.
2 hours later we'll hear a knock on the door and it'll be our neighbors
saying we left our keys in the door even though we swear we put it on the
counter. My parents always ask me if I'm scared no I'm not scared
I've studied up on ghosts and not all of them are bad. The only thing
I'm scared of is I'll piss it off again. I haven't studied up on
the history of the apartment I should though. I think this ghost
is a mom who thinks I'm her daughter because it all happens to me and she
even spanked me!!!!!
By: reggie
My experience was a blessing.My daughter died 2/8/79
she told me she was going to die young,she was 20
when she passed.Still don't know the truth if it was self
inflicted or help from the boyfriend?At her funeral I asked
the big word"WHY" her right arm broke out in goose bumps
and I immediately knew her spirit was present.Her sister was
freaked by this.After the services a cloud left the casket going
from her head to bottom of casket & upwards from there.I seen
this & another sister also seen it besides another friend that
talked
to me a couple of months later about what he had seen.My daughter
asked me mom what was that cloud & I told her it was her sister's
spirit
leaving.But she didn't leave!!She hung around for 3 months to help
me
to get help for the sister that had seen her spirit.I thought I
was losing
my mind at the time.took several events to get the message across.Her
sister had experienced an overdose.I knew something was different
but was unable to get my daughter help because she had to sign herself
into a hospital.
Now if I knew the truth of what happened I may have been able to
have had her commited.Her sister didn't rat on her about drugs.After a
few months Of
confusion with the living daughter I finally got the message to
get her out of the school she was attending.She was leaving school and
going to the cemetary 1 block away & clawing at her sister's grave.She
blamed herself for her sister's death.With help she was put into long term
theraphy because she had become sucicidal.When her sister got the help
she needed my daughter went to the
other side.If she hadn't stayed behind to warn me her sister most
likely would
have suffered from the same fate.I feel so blessed by this experience
but it is to long to go into detail with all the events that happened between
my daughter &
how she communicated things to me.I now know that there is life
after death.
New Apartment
By: vaga1999@hotmail.com
it was my second or third night at my new apt. sleeping at the new
apt
was still uncomfortable. i was lying on my bed with my eyes closed
trying to sleep. my door was halfway opened. i turned my head to
my
right facing the door, and i saw a figure of a boy in his late teens.
he
turned into a shadow figure, i remember my arms were extended on
the top
of my head. i couldnt pull my arms down, i felt my banket falling
off of
me as though someone was pulling it off of me. i felt as though
someone
was on top of me i couldnt move my legs, i tried to pick up my head,
i
tried to scream nothing could come out. i struggled what seemed
like a
couple of seconds, after that couple of seconds i was able to put
my
arms down. i stayed in my bed trying to figure out what happened.
i
immediately got up and turned my lights on, for the next couple
of
nights i slept with my lights on. --- the following day i was talking
to
my friend on the phone when i notice the bathroom light was, i told
myself i would turn it off next time i would pass my room, well
when i
passed my room the bathroom light was turned off my stomach just
cringed, i fell to the floor wondering what the heck was going on.----
tell me what you think
Still Haunted
By: JackieFan02@aol.com
The house I grew up in, in Brunswick, Ohio, was and still is haunted.
My
first experience with the ghosts occured when I was a teenager.
I had 2
large Elvis posters on my bedroom wall. On the wall directly
opposite, I had
a stereo with a fold down dust cover. The overhead light was
on. While
looking for something below the stereo, I looked at the dust cover.
I saw
the reflection of my posters. Within the posters, as if in
the paper itself,
were several faces, very clear and detailed. I looked at the
posters
directly, and saw nothing. But looking at the reflection,
there they were.
I called a few people in to look at them. One of the people
touched the
posters, saying that he didn't see anything. He didn't look
at the
reflection. After he touched them, all the faces disappeared.
The next day,
there were 6 new faces in the reflection. The one that stands
out was a man
holding a staff in his hand. His mouth was wide open, as if
screaming.
Another incident I had was in that same bedroom, same stereo.
My sister in
law and I were in the kitchen, talking. We were in the house,
alone. After
several hours, we were startled to hear an album on my stereo begin
to play.
It was clearly loud enough to hear in the kitchen, yet it was in
the middle
of the album. If it had been playing all along, we would have
heard it.
My sister claims to have been scratched on the leg by something
that was
pulling on her blanket, in that same bedroom.
My elderly mother lives alone in that house now, and she's also
had a few
encounters. She has a paper shredder in her kitchen, about
two feet away
from where she sits. She keeps it on auto. One night, she
was sitting there,
watching TV, and the shredder came on all by itself. It had
been hours since
she'd used it. She has also found the shower in the basement
running. She
never uses that shower, yet the water was running forcefully enough
for her
to hear it upstairs.
When I was about 10, I stayed overnight at my brother in laws
house.
Getting up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, I looked
into the
living room. There was a rocking chair, rocking back and forth.
There
appeared to be a white mist occupying the chair.
And finally, to the house I now live in. I often feel a brief,
cold draft on
my arm, as if someone were touching me. I have baseboard heat,
no furnace,
and my bedroom window, as well as the door, are usually closed.
So there are
no drafts from anywhere. I had one experience where I went
to close my
bedroom door, and it felt like I hit something with the door.
Thinking it
was my cat, I went to investigate. The cat was on the couch,
sleeping. I
frequently hear what sounds like an aluminum ashtray being knocked
over. I
have opened my daughters' bedroom door while she was in school,
and a guitar
that was leaning against her desk, strummed, as if someone had run
their
hands across the strings.
Sorry to make this so long. I hope you, and others, find it
as interesting
as I do.
--My Father
By: Sqawangel1@cs.com
Actually, this could be a couple of stories. No, I am not
a professional
writer. I'm sure you can tell. I just write well.
At least, I think so.
My father was a very troubled man, he started seeing a therapist
when he was
in the Army at age 23. He and my mother had the house built
that I grew up
in when my mother was pregnant with me. They did a lot of
work on it
themselves as it was being built. My dad was somewhat of an
amateur
carpenter and did a lot of work in the basement and garage.
He also built a
large barn in the back yard and a wood bin. We called the
barn the "mini
barn." It was anything but mini.
I am the last of 4 children. My childhood was filled with
police and
ambulances at my house at least once or twice a month. Sometimes
more.
Finally, my mother could no longer take the beatings that my father
produced
when he would come home drunk. He was a brilliant lawyer and
I think that
added to his what can only be described as soul wrenching sadness.
All I
know about his childhood was that his mother, who was a widow, would
lock him
and his older brother in the closet when she would have a "gentleman
caller"
over. Who knows what else she did to those poor boys.
He never laid a hand
on us children. In fact, he would quite often bring my sister
(who was 4
years older than I) presents. We only had to listen to our
mothers beatings.
When I was 9, my mother told me in our car parked in the driveway
that she
was getting a divorce from my father. Of course it broke my
heart, but even
at that age I understood why, having been witness to her many cuts,
bruises
and broken nose's. My fathers firm fired him, (a prestigious
oil company).
They could not have a divorced executive in the late 60's.
In fact the
offered my mother an allowance, her own car, and a new house to
stay with
him. Of course, not being a material woman, she declined.
He could not find
work in the state in which we lived and moved down to Florida for
a much
lower paying and less prestigious position. He was no happier
there than
here. And in the end he took his life with a bullet to the
head. But,
unfortunately that did not end his sadness.
I was 13 when he took his life, and knowing that he was mentally
ill did not
help the loss I felt for the man I loved but did not really know
and was
deathly afraid of.
This was about the time when there was a local show that ran horror
movies at
midnight. Two back to back. And after that, there was
wrestling before it
became the phenomena that it is today. Wrestling came on at
4:00 a.m. We
kids would stay up, watch the horror flicks and then wrestling.
Of course
our mother was long in bed by then. Our main floor was in
the shape of a
horseshoe. Ending on both ends at the master bedroom where,
of course, our
mother slept. One night while watching the horror movie, our
mother began to
scream like we had never heard her scream before. We all jumped
up and ran
to her closest door. It was locked, which was natural.
It was an old lock
that could be picked with a potato knife. A long straight
piece of metal.
My sister ran to the kitchen to get one and "popped" the lock with
our mother
still screaming all the while. When we got into her room she
was sitting
straight up in bed still screaming with the lights out. When
she calmed
enough to tell us what was wrong she simply said, "Their was the
shadow of a
man at the foot of the bed. It was your father." Morning
light was coming
in the window before we left her alone in her room.
It was another Friday night watching horror movies with all four
of us kids
in the living room and Mom in her room asleep. Our basement
floor was plain
concrete. We all knew what moving furniture on concrete sounded
like. All
of the sudden we heard, piece by piece, our furniture being moved
in the
basement. All of us looking wide eyed in horror at each other,
we did not
say a word and waited for our mother to scream. She never
did. The sounds
stopped. We had a conversation and decided to all go down
together. And so
we did, all holding hands, expecting to see something totally strange.
Halfway down the steps we did see something strange. Nothing
had been moved.
Everything was in it's place. That happened to us on
two different
occasions. After that we didn't watch the horror movies quite
so much.
I was the youngest by 3 years to the closest, my sister was married
and the
boys were in Kentucky in college. My mother had remarried
(my stepfather now
of 25 years) and I was the only child at home. My mother hated
the house by
now because of all of the bad memories. But I still loved
the only home I
had ever known. It was only my mother, stepfather and me.
I was about 15 by
then. Nothing had happened for a long time. But on one
occasion I had left
a cheap gold bracelet on the kitchen counter. While I had
been talking on
the phone I moved it into a circle. Then not thinking I played
with it to
make it as perfect of a circle as I could, then went off and left
it. I did
not think anything about it until the next day when I saw it again.
The
bracelet was in an absolutely "perfect circle" and the missing link
had been
replaced by a link of real gold. I asked both my mother and
stepfather if
either of them had fixed my bracelet and of course they both said
they didn't
even know it was there.
Another occasion, I remember saying "I wish I had a watch like that."
And lo
and behold, within a week there was a beautiful gold watch on the
kitchen
counter. I asked both my mother and stepfather again, if they
had bought me
a watch and left it on the counter. Both said no again.
They had no idea
where it came from. I just got rid of the watch a year or
so ago. I held
onto it many years after it stopped running.
I got married in the backyard of that house when I was 18.
Nothing had
happened since the watch.
Two years later my mother and stepfather (who I think of as my "Dad,"
he has
been great to all of us kids and our children) sold the house to
a couple in
their 60's. Within a year it was up for sale again.
They said it was
"haunted." Before they could sell it, the man died.
It has been sold twice
again since.
Another story about the house. My mother and father were great
antique
collectors and my mother had many artifacts from the older members
of her
family. In the bathroom in the main hall of the house, she
had mounted her
great-grandfathers straight-razors and the boxes that they came
in on a piece
of driftwood that we had collected from my fathers family resort
in
Wisconsin, on the wall that was behind the door in the open position.
My
mother was a clean freak and always lifted the wall hangings, whatever
they
may be, up from the wall and dusted underneath so they would not
leave dust
marks when she rearranged. It was the children's chore to clean
our own
bathroom. Of course my mother being the clean freak she is,
she would double
check our efforts. While going through the beginning of the
divorce, my
mother lifted the piece of driftwood in "our" bathroom. When
she did at the
beginning of the divorce, eggshells fell from underneath.
She confronted us
all one by one, as was her standard of trouble shooting having four
children,
we all knew nothing of them. We talked about the shells amongst
ourselves
and knew for sure none of us four had done that. That was
just weird. As
time went on, the divorce got harder and harder for our mother,
as our father
begged and his company begged and bribed our mother to stay with
him. She
held her resolve. Mom continued to find eggshells falling
out from behind
the piece of driftwood. It got so us children would not go
into that
bathroom by ourselves. Being 2 boys and 2 girls we would go
in pairs. That
is one time that males did go to the bathroom in pairs too!
(HaHa.) If we
had to go alone we would use our mothers half bath. We did
not know this at
the time, but our Mother was going into the bathroom by herself
too and
saving the eggshells and putting them in a babyfood jar. After
about a year
and the divorce almost ended, the shells stopped appearing.
When the
divorce was over, Mom got a better job and things were going better
for her
financially, the eggshells started disappearing from the babyfood
jar. None
of us kids knew anything about that either. We didn't even
know were she was
keeping the jar. When it was just about empty again, she brought
the jar
from it's hiding place and confronted us with the almost empty jar.
Again,
we four knew nothing about it. Believe me, had any one of
use done the task
another one would have known. At that time, we didn't hide
anything from
each other. We clang to each other for love and support.
Our mother finally
fessed up to us, she told us that eggs were her great-grandfathers
favorite
food. He ate them every morning for breakfast. She believed
that he was
showing his support for her through the most trying time in her
life. And as
things got easier for her, the shells disappeared until they were
gone.
After that, she made enough money to support our household and four
children
on her own.
After the original couple bought our house and the man died, the
house has
been sold three times since.
My oldest brother lived with a High Priestess in college.
I went and stayed
for two weeks with them when I was 14 years old, my brother and
the High
Priestess told me they had gotten in touch with my father and that
he wanted
my to have his Tarot Cards. By then, all my fathers things
where gone. My
best friend at the time was in Florida with her mother. As
a present, my
friend brought me back a deck of Miniature Rider-Waite Tarot Cards.
As
anyone who knows anything about those kinds of cards knows you cannot
buy
your own, they must be given to you by someone close to you.
We were both 14
at the time and neither of us knew what the cards stood for at the
time. We
do know now. My oldest brother lives in our original neighborhood
and is
about ready to sell his house. I live in a trailer close to
my old
neighborhood and my father has not followed any of us.
I would do just about anything to have the house that my father
built.
Power of Ghosts
By: qa@theclintongroup.com
My name is Mitch. Me and a couple friends live in a little
backwoods town
in Fla. We never really belived in the "powers" of ghosts.
We used to joke
and laugh about them. Like, for instence, there's a nice size
catfish pond
about a quarter mile from my house. We use to go out there
at night and sit
and hang out. Near this pond is a small clearing about 20ft
in diameter.
Later one night, we pulled a prank on my cousins and made them think
we had
made a deal with deamons, to get rich, and give them our cousins
souls.
They believed us and were scared to death. We harassed them
about it for
about 15 minutes, then just decided to go home. The three
"doomed" ones, my
little brother, and my 2 younger cousins, ran home way ahead of
us. Me and
Alex were walking slower than the rest of the group. We stopped
to take a
break. Alex climbed up on top of a broken down bull dozer.
I sat at the
trunk of a tree near by. After a few minutes, Alex jumped
from the tractor
screaming. He asked, "Did you hear that?"
"What?" I responded. "Tell me you saw it too..." He said.
Right then, this
chill came over us both. I don't mean goosebumps, i mean it's
87 degrees at
night and i am shivering to my bones chill. And a fog started
to roll up to
us out of nowhere. We ran like, well, like we had just seen
a ghost.
Well, it turns out, that while Alex was sitting on the
tractor, he heard
someone say, "That's pretty funny." When he looked around,
there was a face
about 6 inches from his that justy started giggling. When
he jumped, it
vanished.
By: Iunt0uchablezl@aol.com
When i was younger around the age of 9 i used to sit in my room and
read
books and at times i would hear noises and once seen my window open
by itself
but i would just ignore it . Well the summer of last year
i had my friend
Rob and Gregg over and Gregg was mad at me at the time and went
and sat in
this old car in front of my house. Me and Rob were inside laying
down when we
seen this figure in all white comming towards us we freaked out
as any normal
person would and ran out of my house, and started running down the
street ,
while Gregg was in the car he looked to his side to see the person
in all
white looking in on him in the car, he screamed and jumped out of
the car and
it disappeared and he was like this is too freaky im leaving your
house he
started walkin and didnt realize that the figure appeared again
chasing after
him , i screamed to tell him but when he looked back it dissapeared.
After
that nothing happened for awhile , then a lil after that i was staying
at my
friends house right across the street, and i was sleeping when all
the sudden
i heard her door open i look up to see a manly shadow figure standing
in
front of me i was like Dennis ? ( her step dad ) and no one answered
me , i
put my head in my blanket and said this isnt happening this isnt
happening
and i look up and it was gone . Then about 5 months ago i was in
my house
alone and i was downstairs shutting off all my lights and everything
cause im
always the last up so i have to turn everything off. Well while
i was getting
ready to go up stairs i hurd a door slam and i looked to where the
noise came
from and no one was there, and im like is anyone there? and no one
answered
me so i just thought it was nothing so i went upstairs and while
i was trying
to fall asleep i kept hearing someone walking up the stairs i just
ignored it
and went to bed. The next night i was in bed falling asleep and
i start
seeing visuals in my head and i wake up and look around to see someone
standing there staring at me and i tried to scream but nothing would
come out
, it was as if someone was holding my breathe, i then tried to get
up to run
to my moms room and my whole body was stiff i couldnt move at all,
as soon as
the figure dissapeared i could scream for my mom to come into my
room. Ever
since that one day i hear noises in my house, and i will be sleeping
and see
someone but whenever i try to talk or scream or even move my whole
body is
stiff and i cant talk . I explained it to my mom but she just told
me she
doesnt know what to tell me . Another time i was walking down the
street wit
my friend , and no one was home at my house and we walked in front
of my
house and i seen someone inside my house i went into my house and
no one was
hear.
By: TWiStEdPrEtZzeLs@aol.com
Well....its known that my house is haunted.It's not too bad but once
in a
while things will pick up.Originally..my grandparents owned this
house and
they said they both saw a outline of a man that looked like my
greatgrandfather...it disappeared as suddenly as it appeared.Then....Now
that
my grandparents are gone, we moved in.Recently..things have been
happening.My
sister died and on frequent occasions her toys will go off....especially
on
one instance...two dolls that talk back and forth began in the morning
and
went on for about 10 minutes..talking...stopping and talking again.Then
one
night I awoke to see the outline of a man at my feet....I screamed
and kicked
at it and it dissapated.That really shook me up.Weeks later..I was
in the
living room and the radio in the kitchen all of a sudeen turned
on.Then the
next day I was in the kitchen and it turned off on me..then back
on
repeatedly..I thought ok there's a short in the wiring and went
in the living
room and turned on the tv...five minutes later it turned off.....I
have a
feeling there is two or more ghosts here.If ya wanna know any more
ask me:)
My Ghost Story
By: masha2@excite.com
I would like to submit a story. My family and I have had a
number of
experiences with what we've concluded must be ghosts, in an apartment
we
used to live in on the south side of Chicago.
Our family have always been "believers" and none of our experiences
have
really been horribly unpleasant, but they were frightening at the
time.
I used to always see a "boy" walking through the hallway beyond
our living
room late at night. He'd usually pause a bit just beyond the
doorway (so
that I could only see part of his arm and leg) and then move on.
At first, I
assumed that it was my older brother trying to frighten me and I
used to beg
him to stop but he would just look at me, claim not to know what
I was
talking about and walk away. One night, after seeing the "boy"
walk through
the hall toward my parents' room, I jumped up and ran to my brother's
room
(in the direction from which the "boy" came). My goal was
to catch my
brother when he came back into his bedroom, but when I opened his
door, he
was in his bed. I thought this was weird because there was
no way he could
have gotten back to his room without passing me along the way.
All of the ghosts in our apartment were very human-like and usually
came
alone, but one evening several years later (after I had moved into
my
brother's room when my new little sister was born and got my room
for a few
months) I was having trouble sleeping and noticed that there was
a man
standing on the end of my bed. I don't remember being very
afraid, but do
remember thinking that this wasn't normal. I closed my eyes,
counted to 10
(assuming that it was just the fact that my eyes hadn't adjusted
to the
darkness in the room) then opened them again and he was still there,
but
bending over a bit so as to get a better look at me. He was
very hazy, but
I could feel the weight of him on the end of my bed, pressing my
mattress.
I closed my eyes again, opened them and he was still there leaning
even
closer. His head was no more than 3 feet away from mine, but
I wasn't able
to make out any features, he was more of a silohuette.
I closed my eyes again and decided that I had to be dreaming and
eventually
fell asleep.
The next morning at breakfast my brother was talking about a dream
he had
had the night before about a large group of people in our bedroom;
he noted
that several of them were congregated around his bed, watching him,
a few
stood near the closet and one "man" stood at the end of my bed,
leaning down
watching me. My mother (who had also lived in this apartment
when she was a
child, our family owned the building for years) was a bit taken
aback by my
brother's recount of his dream and noted that she used to have frequent
dreams about groups of people in the room with her (she slept in
the same
room as a child). The people would come in through the bedroom
door and go
into the closet, but before entering the closet, most would hang
around the
room for awhile looking at books or toys in the room or staring
at her while
she lay in her bed.
By: brenoliver@hotmail.com
This is a very strange thing for me to be doing. But I think that
I'm
supposed to because of the series
of events that have occured. Let me start by saying that my name
is Brenda
and although I have had
a lot of different experiences with angels and the Lord, I have
never had
any experiences with
"ghosts" until recently.
I began camping about a year ago with a college friend and her family
and
family friends. Typically
my boyfriend and I would take a tent and set it up away from the
campers.
Memorial Day weekend
was our first camping trip of the year. Another college friend and
her
boyfriend joined us and
informed my boyfriend and myself that we could bunk in their camper
(which
is brand new and has
never had a previous owner). There was no need for the tent although
we did
set it up, this time on
the other side of the camp ground. On our last night camping
we were all
pretty tired. We went to
sleep (in the camper) about midnight. This night had gotten particularly
chilly and the wind had
kicked up a bit. So, at some point in the middle of the night (I'm
not sure
what time), there was a
rapping noise on the camper. It sounded as if a window could've
been open or
a vent etc...This noise
woke me up out of my sleep and as I looked around to see if a window
needed
to be closed, there
were 3 people standing in front of the camper door (inside the camper).
I
wasn't really sure what I
was looking at so I kinda rubbed my eyes and focused a little bit
more. Sure
enough, there were 3
ghosts in that camper. A woman, man and child. Although I know that
they
were watching me, the
man had no face. I could see the woman and the child, but the child
was
playing with something and
he was looking down, studying what he was doing. The woman was my
main
focus. As she stood
there, she (telepathically) said "come with us." As she did this,
she turned
her head slightly and
cracked a smile at me that scared me to death!! This was NOT a good
feeling.
At this point I woke
up my boyfriend and told them there were people in the camper. He
woke up at
looked around and
said "there's nobody here, where are they?" And I told them where
they were,
as they were still
standing there. But the more my boyfriend talked with me the more
they
faded. And finally they were
gone. My boyfriend proceeded to get up and go outside and look around,
but
there was noone.
The clothes they were all wearing is clear. And when I think about
the
experience, I know that they
were pioneers from around 1920. I haven't done much research on
the area,
but I do know that
there are some old cabins approximately 1 mile away and that there
was a lot
of traveling through
that area. I would like to know who the family is and possibly find
out
about their deaths. I'm very
hesitant to do this because of the fear this woman instilled on
me. I have
not had an experience like
this before and have not had one since. I will return to the camp
site for
4th of July and would like to
know if there's any advice I could use. That night I could not go
back to
sleep. I was afraid they
would come back and I laid there thinking that if they did, I would
try to
talk with them. I don't know
if that's a good idea or not.
I had phoned my mother the day I got home and told her about the
incident. I
also asked if she
would send some old photos of my great grand parents and their son
who had
passed away at an
early age. A couple of days after the conversation with my mother,
she
received this website link on
ghosts. Coincidence?? ?????
Citrus Packing House
By: ROXYBABE180360@aol.com
My great-grandparents are owners of a citrus packing house in south
Florida,
and the packing house is haunted. My dad and are both believers
of ghosts
and the super-natural. About 5 years ago (1996) in late October
my dad and I
went to the haunted packing house, it was late at night so it was
extremly
dark but we had flash lights. When we were about to open the
door (to get
inside) we heard strange noises such as yelling and screaming.
We pushed
open the door quickly and ran inside. We searched the entire
packing house
and found no else but ourselves, we were on the second floor, where
the boxes
are packed, when it suddenly got really cold and we heard the noises
again.
We turned a corner to go back down stair when in front of us we
both saw a
glare at the bottom of the stairs. We could just barely make out
a
description of a man, he was tall but had an extremly skinny body
deffinition. Then from the right a glare with the figure of a woman
appeared
and was walking toward the man, and we began to hear yelling again.
I was
scared stiff, i turned to my dad and asked him if he was seeing
the same as i
and when he shook his head yes to me i grabbed his head and said
"let's go!"
We ran down the stairs and went strait out the door. My dad and
I haven't
been exploring in that packing house since then, but it is still
packing
fruit to this day.
My Grandpa
By: ferreirad8@juno.com
I was extremely close to my grandpa so when he died I was very
saddened
by it.One night a couple of months after my grandpa died, I was
in the
bathroom blowdrying my hair. I had the door open and I had just
turned
the blowdryer off when I heard footsteps in the hallway,just outside
the
bathroom. I turned around and saw my grandpa . I screamed and ran
to my
room where my sister was. When I told her what happened, she said
that
she had heard the footsteps too and the lights in the room had flickered.
Another thing happened a month later. I was in my room and I was
about to
go into the hallway to go downstairs when I saw my grandpa again
and he
was just standing and looking at me. I turned away from him and
when I
turned back around he was gone. That was two years ago and I haven't
seen
him since.
By: nrlidia@hotmail.com
My grandma has this house in Chihuahua,Mexico.There are several ghost
in the
house <a whole family> that have been kind of destructive to
things in the
house.One of the stories starts when everybody is at the dinner
table in the
kitchen and this cabinet has crystal cups in it.All of a sudden
they hear
this gunshot, everybody is scared and drops to the floor.Afterwards
they
start looking around to see what happend,a crystal cup inside
the cabinet
was destroyed BUT the glass that protects it was not destroyed.Heres
another
story:some of the neighbors started reporting that a man was on
the roof of
my grandma's house.It wasn't anybody of our family, besides this
man had the
looks of a 1700 or 1800's man.So my grandma told my neighbors to
call her
when they saw that man on the roof again.That night the neighbors
call and
tell my grandma "call the police the man is on your roof" so they
call the
police but before they come the man vanishes into thin air.
To this day we don't
kmow who that man was or what was the reason
the the crystal cup busted,but we do know they are still there.I
have more
stories about this same house and others you may want to hear about.
By: jennifer@alliedworld.com
So here's my story. I am currently 25 years old and have lived
in
California almost all my life. I recently moved to New York
last
summer. My Dad's side of the family lives here in New York.
When I was
younger I would come spend the summer here and would visit my grandma.
By grandma was in poor health with heart problems. THe last
time I saw
her was the summer of 94'. She said to me then "this is probally
the
last time we will see each other." Well needless to say that
she died
in August of 96'. She was creamated and there was a memorial
service
held for her here on Long Island. I did not attend.
So about 2 years ago I was in the mall and all the sudden I smelled
some
perfume. I knew the smell, it was the same perfume my grandma
used to
wear. Every so often I will just get a whif of that perfume.
It will
come out of nowhere.
Well like I said I moved to New York last summer and was staying
with my
aunt and uncle. Things weren't going well and I started looking
for an
apartment. I was having trouble getting one and was loosing
all
hope. I then came across an apartment built on
the side of someones
house. I went to look at it with my aunt, and come to find
out the lady
used to work for my grandma back in 1975 or so. On the way
home my aunt
and I said that if I got this apartment we would have to go get
my
grandma's ashes and send them down to New Orleans to her sister.
(her
ashes are sitting in my uncles garage, and he said he is not ready
to
give them up) That was her wish to go to New Orleans.
Well I got the apartment. The owner of the apartment left
me some
furniture in the apartment. THe table was covered with a red
gingum
table cloth. My grandma was obsessed with red gingum.
It was all over
my room when I was a little girl. I thought that to be so
wierd. Well
since I have been there different things have happened. My
alarm clock
will change the time the alarm is set all by itself. This
happened a
few times. Then while watching tv, this schhhhhhhhhh sound
will come
from the tv. The picture remains normal. The channel
has changed by
itsef before. Then last night the strangest thing happened.
I was home, left for about 1/2 hour, came home, opened up the door
and
there was this stench in my apartment. It smelled like something
dead.
I have smelled a dead animal before so thats what I associated the
smell
with. I walked aroung lookinf for where the smell was coming
from.
Every time I moved around the smell would also move around.
I could not
find anything that was causing this smell. Then all the sudden
the
smell disappeared.........
I think my grandma is trying to contact me. Can you give me
some
insight to what these signs might mean ie: clock, smell etc.
I would
really appreciate any help you could offer me. It feels like
She is
trying to tell me something I just don't know exactly what it is.
By: Law667902@cs.com
WE BOUGHT OUR HOME IN 1997. THE HOUSE WAS BUILT IN 1964.
THE PEOPLE WE BOUGHT THE HOUSE FROM WAS THE BROTHER IN LAW OF THE
GENTLEMEN
WHO DIED IN THE BACK YARD AS HE WAS MOWING THE GRASS. THE LADY WAS
PUT IN A
NURSING HOME SHORTLY THERE AFTER.
FROM THE TIME WE MOVE IN WE KNEW THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT.
IT STARTED OUT YOU WOULD BE IN THE HOUSE ALONE AND FEEL SOMEONE
WATCHING YOU.
IT HAS STARTED OUT LIKE THIS THEN HAS PROGRESS INTO
MORE.A FEW DAYS AFTER WE MOVED IN MY HUSBAND AND I WERE STANDING
FACING EACHOTHER TALKING ABOUT HOW WONDERFUL THIS HOUSE WAS THEN
HE SAID DO
YOU FEEL THAT I SAID YES THE FEELING STAYED WITH US FOR ABOUT
ONE MINUTE.YOU
COULD TELL SOMEONE OR SOMETHING WAS BETWEEN US. ONE NIGHT
MY 8 YEAR OLD SON
CAME RUNNING INTO OUR BEDROOM SAYING THE GREY SHADOW WAS MOVING
FROM ONE
SIDE OF THE BED TO THE OTHER. I THOUGHT MAYBE HE HAD HAD A BAD DREAM.
THE NEXT DAY I WAS TALKING TO MY SON AND HE SAID EVEN WHEN
EVERYONE IS SLEEPING HE HEARS THE TV COME ON BUT WHEN HE GOES OUT
THERE THE
TV IS NOT ON THEN HE GOES BACK TO BED AND THE
TV SOUNDS LIKE IT IS BACK ON. MY HUSBAND WORKS NIGHTS AND USUALLY
GOES TO BED
ABOUT 1 AM. ONE NIGHT AS HE LAID IN BED WAITING TO FALL ASLEEP
HE HEARD THE
DINNER ROOM CHAIRS SLIDE BACK AND SOMEONE SIT IN THE CHAIR(WE HAVE
HARD WOOD
FLOORS AND THEY MAKE A VERY DISTINCT
SOUND WHEN PULLED OUT OR PUSHED IN.) THE NEXT MORNING
WHEN I WAS COOKING BREAKFAST I FELT SOMEONE STANDING NEXT TO ME
I TURN TO SEE WHO IT WAS AND NOONE WAS THERE. I CALLED MY HUSBAND
WHO WAS IN
THE LIVING ROOM AND TOLD HIM I FELT THAT FUNNY FELLING AGAIN AND
THAT IS WHEN
HE TOLD ME ABOUT THE CHAIR BEING PULLED OUT THE NIGHT BEFORE. A
COUPLE OF
TIMES WE HAVE HEARD THINGS CRASHING TO THE FLOOR BUT WHEN WE WENT
TO SEE WHAT
FELL NOTHING WAS DISTURBED. AND JUST LAST NIGHT I WOKE UP AT 3:35
AM AND
COULDNT GO BACK TO SLEEP AS I LAYED THERE STARING AT THE CEILING
FAN
SOMETHING TAPPED FOUR TIMES ON THE DRESSER BESIDE ME.
I LOOKED OVER TO SEE NOTHING BUT COULD FEEL SOMETHING THERE.
WELL ILL KEEP YOU POSTED TO THINGS THAT GO BUMP IN
THE NIGHT.
By: MonrJssc@aol.com
Hello my name is Jessica I am now 20 years old,
I live in southeastern
Indiana and I seen and had some crazy and terrifying experiences
in my life.
It started in the second grade. i have a family history of people
who are
able to ghosts and my great grandma was psychic so my dad says.
Anyway in the
second grade I started dreaming things that end up coming true.
At first it
was little things like I would dream about a surprise test at school
and
three days later it hapeend and I knew every word that was teacher
was going
to say, the setting was the same, her movements what she was wearing
etc.
Then oneday i would be in the car with my Mom and she would tell
me something
and I would say I know you told me last week and she would say but
I just
found out about it today? I know when something is going to come
true or not,
it depends on how real it is. Like if its an off the wall dream
i know its
not going to happen but if its something that could actually take
place it
will happen a day, a week, months even years down the road but i
always
remeber it. years later I would dream of talking to people and then
ending up
months later having the same conversation with my best friend. I
just said
its deja voo. I dream about tornadoes, ghosts and houses that are
haunted
almost 90% of the time to this day. I finally mentioned something
to my Dad
who says he does the same thing and then my twin sister confided
in me that
it happened to her too. Thats when Dad told us the story of our
family and
how only certain people have this gift and the gift to see and hear
things .
At first we kinda laughed. Then when i was nine years old, we moved
two
blocks away into a much older house. It was built I think in the
1940's There
use to be an old farmhouse in the center of our block. Well the
house didn't
bother me but naturally as a little kid i was afraid of the basement.
It is a
one story house with a wide entrance way in the center of the house.
My dad
use to joke it looked like one of those old houses that had the
wide entrance
into the living room because they had funeral visitations in their
house.
Anyway my sister and I shared a room and the first night we stayed
we swore
we heard kids laughing and singing and whispering. Sometimes we
would feel
like we were being watched. especially in the living room and basement.
Nothing much happend the house had always been calm, sometimes you
would hear
something like people walking at night but that was about it. then
one night
my sister and I were 13 yrs old and my cousin Alyssa came from seattle
to
visit. We were watching Amityville, and all of a sudden we heard
a loud crash
and the sound of a door slamming against a wall. We were the only
ones there
and we jumped up and turned the corner to the kitchen and we froze.
All of
the kitchen cabinets were opened and there were can goods, cooking
stuff and
boxes everywhere on the floor and the basement door which was shut
when we
started the movie was wide open. we cleaned up and sat on the porch
until my
parents got home. We told my parents and Mom said jokingly
maybe it was the
movie that started it she didn't beleive us. Nothing else much happend
except
i would be in a room and hear my mom call me and I would say what
Mom and she
would say I didn't say anything? I still felt i was being watched
alot too.
One day im not sure what year or day exactly I was 15 and My sister
and some
friends rented witchboard. And things started happening again. I
would hear a
womans voice say my name, and out of the corner of my eye once while
standing
in the bathrrom i saw a man in the doorway of the living room. When
I was 16
my dad built us each a room in the basement. i had shared a room
with my
sister for 16yrs . I was no longer afraid of the basement at this
time and
nothing had gone on for about a year. One night i woke up because
it felt
like someone was playing with my hair but noone was there and then
another
night i was awaken because it felt like someone smacked me in the
head! Mom
would always tease us it was the ghosts Dad and my sister and I
were always
talking about. Then when i was 18 My Mom went down to the basement
to do
laundry our washer is the kind that stops working when you open
the lid. Well
she put some clothes in the washer closed it, turned it on and went
upstairs.
moments later she went back down and the washer was running
and the lid was
up!! That freaked her out!! Then she was talking to one fof our
neighbors one
day and they asked her if she had ever heard of the Ghost women
that walks
aorund the block from house to house. The farmhouse i mentioned
that use to
be in the center of the block is part of our backyard. People on
our block
claim that a ghost women walks around at night and enters different
houses on
and around our block and that some had seen her. I was 19 when i
moved out,
got married and had my first child. We live a few blocks away on
the other
side of town my house isn't haunted i don't think but i still hear
things.
People would probably think im crazy!!! I will be laying in bed
at night and
i will be half asleep and i will hear people talking! One night
fed up i said
to my husband did you hear that! He was like no? He knows about
everything
and he thinks I have ESP! One morning i was laying in bed and i
had my eyes
closed and I heard a female voice say Oh! Its great to be home!
I jumped up
my infant son was asleep so i went into the living room and noone
was there.
Nothing has really happend at my parents house in a few years
nothing anyone
has noticed but its alaways been that way. I still don't like to
go to that
house alone, even though noone has ever been hurt it freaks me out
still. I
have always been fascinated with ghosts even though its the one
thing that
terrifies me the most.
By: KPCOUNTRYGIRL@aol.com
Well my story starts back in 1987. I was one of those people
who would
listen to ghost stories of other people and nod and think, boy are
you ever
nuts!! No way did I believe in ghosts!! haha.
Well, it didn't take long
for me to change my mind thats for sure. This story is 100
% true. My
husband doesn't believe me, but I know these things happened to
me and still
do to this day. Here I go.....I moved into my apartment in
1987. I was 21
years old with a baby girl. I was really excited about my
new place. I got
settled in really quick. I didn't have a bed so I had to sleep
on the couch.
I had a crib for my daughter so that wasn't a problem.
My first night there
things started to happen. I was just laying down for the night
in my
livingroom when all of the sudden I heard something whizz by me
and slam into
the wall. Then a crashing sound. I jumped up and hit
the lights. There was
my picture of Jesus I just hung up on the wall earlier on the floor.
The
glass was smashed. I didn't think much of it other than it
fell. The nail
must of gave way. I shut off the lights and went to sleep.
Well the next
morning I woke. Everything was going normal. I started
to clean up the
picture. I noticed the nail was still intact in the wall and
not bent at
all. That made me study the picture closely. Do you
know how pictures have
that gold backing on it? Well there were 5 long black marks
on it. I took
my nails and ran it down the backing as well and it didn't leave
any black
mark, just indentions. I put my fingers up to the marks and
it was like
someone scratched the picture. Wow did I get spooked out then.
I through
the glass away and went about my daily duties. I didn't think
no more about
it. Well later that night more things started to happen.
I didn't have a TV
set so I listened to records and the radio. That nights I
was listening to
the record player. I sat there and watched the record arm
skip all the way
across the record and start all over again. I got scared really
bad then.
Next I had a bunch of glass bottles I collected against the wall
in the
livingroom, and I watched them tip over one by one onto the floor.
They were
on the floor already just standing up on the carpeting. I
just froze. My
mind was too busy trying to think of a rational explanation.
Needless to
say, I figured it was the wind or the house settleing. (No
windows were
open). But ofcourse at that time, I didn't believe in spirits.
Next alot of
different things would happen. I would come home throw my
keys on the table
run to the restroom and get ready to leave again and my keys would
always be
missing. I would hunt forever!! I would leave the kitchen
and come back and
there they would be right where I already looked 5 times!!
Plus things would
get tipped over into the bath tub, things would come up moved into
a position
I wouldn't put it. Knick knacks and those kind of things.
Finally I asked
my best friend Michelle to move in with me. I was getting
a little spooked.
She agreed. I never told her about the things happening.
I just wanted to
see if they would stop. I actually wondered if I was going
crazy?! Well I
got my answer quickly that first night Michelle moved in.
She woke me
screaming!! I ran into the living room where she was sleeping
and she was
scared to death. She said listen!! I did and I heard
it too. It was
moaning and groaning in the same wall that the picture fell off
of and the
bottles fell from. There was no neighbor on that side.
I was in a two story
house made into 4 separate apartments. I had the attic part.
We listened
for a few minutes curled into a blanket and then it all stopped.
Well the
next morning we woke to stains running down the wall. It looked
like someone
around 4 feet tall was holding a glass of tomato juice against the
wall and
walked holding it to the wall letting it spill down. I scrubbed
at it and it
wouldn't go away. It was very light though. Not fresh.
Almost like it
seeped through the paint. Well now I am really freaking.
I called the
landlord. What a mistake that was. He accused me of
doing it. I was so
mad!! I asked him if someone had been hurt or killed in this
room? He said
no and said I had to paint the wall all over again. I was
so angry with him.
He actually thought that I did that. Well more and more
things started
happening. My daughter even got to the point she wouldn't
walk into our
bedroom or sleep in her crib. It was getting crazy.
Then on another
occasion my girlfriend was in the livingroom and I woke to her screaming
again. There was those moaning and groaning sounds again.
We decided to get
out the bible. Of course that didn't make it stop. So
we left and went to
get her aunt who is a medium. She came to the house to feel
it out so to
say. She asked me if I was dateing anyone? I told her
a lie and said no. I
wanted to check her out too. I was very skeptical. She
said are you sure?
I said of course I am sure. She said well if I was seeing
a man, he was
dangerous to me and my daughter. She told me the spirit that
was with me
only wanted to protect me. Well that was that. She did
mention the spirit
was not evil just mischevious. Well I thought differently
ofcourse. She
also said the house that was abandoned next door to us, she wouldn't
step one
foot in it. That really scared me. Anyways, she left.
My girlfriend moved
out that day. I was alone again. Scared now. I
tried to talk to the
spirit, but felt stupid. My boyfriend called me and I told
him everything.
He said his mother already knew about it. I asked how did
she know and he
said she is a witch. That freaked me out. He told me
he would come over and
stay the night. I said great. Well while we were talking
with the lights
out. The only light was from the street lights, I swear I
saw his face
change. I know it sounds nuts, believe me I still remember
that face to this
day. It is like what I picture the devil to look like in human
form. Gotee'
black hair and eyes. I kept opening and shutting me eyes until
he finally
looked like Micheal again. I didn't know what to do then.
Well needless to
say the next day I split up with him. He robbed me and trashed
my whole
place but he was out of my life. I felt something terrible
coming from that
man. Not to mention when I was at his house doors would open
and shut.
Pounding on walls and windows. The gas stove would come on
and off. I
witnessed all of this!! Crazy stuff!! Well after all
of the commotion, my
grandmother came over to the house. I sat down with her and
she explained to
me, my mother killed herself. That did it. I just freaked
out. My
grandmother left, and I just started crying and cleaning the apartment.
When
all of the sudden I thought I saw movement out of the corner of
my eye. I
looked into the livingroom and nothing was there. Well I started
back to
doing the dishes and this time put my hair behind my ear and watched
out of
my peripial vision. I saw something!! It was so fast.
It was like a white
streak went through my livingroom!! I froze. All these
things happened on
that side of the apartment by that same wall! I don't know
why. Well that
did it for my nerves. I started to puke and it was violent.
It was also
black stuff. Nothing else, no food or nothing. Just
a black mass. I never
felt so sick!! I don't mean to be gross but it was just terrible.
I left
the apartment. My daughter was with family thank goodness.
I left the
apartment for a few hours. I felt better and went back home.
Well no sooner
than I hit the kitchen, I was running to the bathroom vomitting
again. I had
to stay there though. This was my home. I didn't have
anywhere else to
live. I jumped into the shower to clean up. I then got
out of the shower
with nothing but a towel on and went to my bed.(yes I finally got
one of
those). I layed down on it with the fan blowing on me.
It was summer time
and very hot. All of the sudden I felt something touch me
on my right foot
ice cold like a single finger and slide up my leg. I screamed
and moved up
the bed so fast!! It was like someone put an icecube on my
leg!! That was
it. No one was there of course and I packed up some of my
stuff and left. I
never went back to the place. I had friends of mine move me.
I wouldn't
even go into the home again. I moved in with Michelle.
Ha. She didn't have
any ghosts. I didn't have anything else happen for a few years.
But its
back. I have everything happen. Anything from my keys
getting lost for
weeks at a time and ending back into my purse, to my son acting
like he is
hiding from someone he is watching walk across the room and he is
only 2. He
just says SCARED!! Alot of other things happen too.
I hear some feet
running up the hall and back down it again, feeling like someone
is always
behind me. Always!! I hate that feeling. Everyone
scares me who walks up
on me. But I have rambled on enough. If you need to
know more, believe me I
can tell you a few other things too. Thanks for listening.
I wish I knew
who was following me all these years. It can't be my mother,
because this
was going on before she died. What do you think? I know
one thing now, I am
a believer.....
By: blue_flame311@hotmail.com
About 6 and a half months ago I moved into a new house with my mom.
A few
months ago I was sleeping down stairs in her room. Her room is right
below
my room.
There are two rooms and a small hallway between mine and my brothers
rooms.
My room has always been the coldest of all the rooms up stairs,
no matter if
I left the door open to get heat into it. I was the only one in
the house at
the time. Well it was about 1 am and I was just laying there when
I heard
some footsteps upstairs. They were small and quiet, but they walked
from my
room to my brothers room, then back into mine. This happened two
times, one
after the other. I later went over to my friends house and we were
on the
ouija board and we were told that she is a little girl. My room
used to be
her room, and my brothers room was her play room (since it is much
smaller).
We believe that she was putting away toys. Why at 1 in the morning
I dont
know. Isn't it that there is no real sense of time in the spirit
world? Well
after finding this out my room wasn't cold anymore. I wish I could
look into
the history of the house and see but I dont know where to begin.
That's my story...
By: Krissybk31@gateway.net
My ghost, "Bob", has lived with my family at the last three houses
we've
lived in. When we first encountered him, he would move things around,
turn
off the furnace in the winter, and even shut off our refrigerator.
I'm
divorced with children, but sleep alone. When I would lay down in
my
queen-sized bed often at night, I would turn toward the wall. Soon
after I
would feel someone sitting down on the other side of the bed. I
would turn
around, fully expecting to see one of my kids or someone there-
but there was
no one. When we went to move from this house, I asked my ghost to
tell me who
he was. I explained that we were moving soon. The NEXT day I went
upstairs to
get the baby. On his changing table I had his name "Jamie" spelled
out in
stickers. The stickers were still laying there. To my shock, I looked
under
"Jamie" and saw the name "BoB" in stickers!!!!! No one else could
have done
this!!! We moved right around the corner to another house. Bob followed
us.
We would see something white and small out of the corners of our
eyes- me and
the kids. This is also when I took a picture of my son's 2nd birthday
(Jamie). In the picture was a white, filmy, foggy form of an old
man. We
moved again- to a house two doors from the last one. This time Bob
is getting
braver. He tugs on my nightgown when I'm trying to sleep. Once I
sat up and
asked him to stop- and he did!! We have two more pictures of him,
also. One
distinctly looks like a mask. It even shows up in the negative.
What's really
strange is that the night before that photo was taken, I watched
the movie
"Eyes Wide Shut", in which they wear masks. The mask in my picture
that was
foggy white looked just like the one in the movie! Bob has a sense
of humor,
and is harmless. Everyone now in the neighborhood knows about him.
I believe
he's just a lonely old man, and I think he'll likely follow us when
we decide
to move again. Bob is a part of our family.
My Many Ghosts
By: soren@harenet.net
Hi. I've been enjoying reading everybodys stories. As long as I can
remember I've always been interested in ghosts. I'm 28 married and the
mother of four childern. I have had losts of interesting things happen
to me. Every since I can remember. This may get a little long and I'm sorry
if it does. It all started when I was little and everyhouse I've lived
in something strange has always happend there. I am also a firm beliver
in ghosts. Anyway, the first house I remember living in when I was around
5 until I was 12 I would see all sorts of stuff there. Mostly in
my room. I remember never wanting to sleep without a light on. I refused
to go to bed without a night light or the hall light left on. Even then
I would see things out of the corner of my eyes. Like an animal of some
sort coming into my room. We had a dog but she was never allowed upstairs
and the stairs door was always closed. Our dog was brown this thing was
black and big, like a panther. We had a little dog. I would see things
out of the corners of my eyes all the time thinking it was the dog but
she would be somewhere else sleeping! I would also wake up in the middle
of the night to see things in my room, I remeber this very vividly. I was
startled awake one night looked to the side of me and there was a figure
standing on the edge of my bed. It was samll like a gnome or troll or something.
All I know it was ugly and scary and grining evilily at me. I shut my eyes
and turned over and it was on the other side of the bed. Ishut my eyes
for a long time and was laying flat on my back. When I finally got the
nerve to open my eyes it was on the ceiling! I was freaking by then. It
just finally faded away. My friends would also tell me when we would be
gone for vaction for a week my light in my room would be on! Ny nephew
saw things to and he was probably 7 and he still remembers it clearly and
it freaks him out when he talks about it. He was sleeping in my room when
he woke up from some reason and I had a paper sack in my room that I put
my barbies in. He said the bag started shaking and the barbies started
coming out of the bag. It freaked him out bad. Iheard nothing. I was a
really sound sleeper. Another time he woke up and seen a severed head at
the foot of the bed and it rolled off on to the floor. He was
7 at the time and remembers it like yesterday! Whatever was in that house
I didn't like
We moved to a house on the farm when I was about 12. This house
I didn't like at all. I hated being home alone. I would turn the TV on
loud or the radio so I wouldn't hear anything. Now we had a cocker spaniel
named Penny. We I was home alone the dog would often go in the kitchen
and start barking and growling and just throwing a fit. Which also made
me even more frightened. We didn't have a phone at the time either so I
couldn't call anybody just to talk to them. I would also hear footsteps
upstairs when I was the only on home. One night I had a friend spend the
so told me a freaky story the next morning. (also I sleep upstairs alone
and my mom and step-dad slept done stairs) She said she woke up during
the night and had to go to the bathroom. Of course the bathroom was downstairs.
She was ready to get up when a figure came into the room. She frooze. She
said she could tell it was a man. He was tall and didn't look to nice at
all. Now the only other man in our house was my step-dad who is only 5
foot 2 and round. She said he walked over to the window and stood there
for a while. Then he came towards the bed and went under the bed and started
hitting the mattress. She was totally freaked out by then. I don't how
long this went on because I was asleep the whole time. She said she tried
to wake me but I wouldn't wake up. I didn't believe her but she insisted
and her story didn't change. Well about two weeks later I was upstiars
trying to fall asleep when I heard what sound like someone breathing really
heavy in my room. I waited and heard it again. I flew downstairs and never
slept upstais again. Ever! I never saw this apparition but later my brother
told me a similar story.
Like I said every house I've lived in I have seen or heard unexplained
things. I've lived in alot of houses to. There's one more house I would
like to tell you about, and I,m sorry about this being so long. This house
my husband I lived in was a fairly small house. It was a very old house.
Well over a hundred years old. The landlord told us that when he bought
it it still didn't have a bathroom in it. The people he bought it from
were still using the outhouse. Can you beleive that! So he added the bathroom
to it and a back laundryroom. Anyways we would have some strange things
happen once and a while but not to often. You know like the water turning
on by it self. But we didn't think to much about it. I guess ou get used
to it after awhile when you've been around it your whole life. Well anyway
my husband worked the nights. He wouldn't usually ge home until 4 in the
morning so it was just me and the 4 kids at night. I don't know if anybody's
heard of sleep paralysis but I started having these episodes I would wake
up during the night and I could barely open my eyes and I couldn't move
it felt like something was holding me down one the bed. I could just barely
see a dark figure but I couldn't turn my head to look and I couldn't scream
it was very terrifying! It is like your being attacked and are powerless
to stop it. These would happen every so often. Then they started to get
more frequent. Sometimes twice a week sometimes more and more terrifying.
I was afraid to fall asleep. Well here's the strange part I never had these
episodes before and since we've moved from that house I haven't had them
since! I truely belive there was a evil force in that house that wanted
to hurt me. After we moved my daughter told me see had seen a black figure
standing in the hallway. I would also feel like I was being watched sometimes.
The house w live in now was quiet at first but things have now began to
happen. Seeing things out of the corner of your eyes. My husbandf also
sees it. Just last night we were laying in bed just started dozing and
I heard a giggle. I sat up and my husband heard it to. Now I know it wasn't
the kids because I know what my childrens giggles sound like. Then I finally
drifted off to sleep and my husband got up because it started storming
and it was getting pertty bad out and he turned on the scanner so he could
listen for any storms headed our way. He was sitting in the kitchen in
the dark and he got a very uneasy feeling, like he wasn't alone when he
seen a figure walk in front oft the window. It freaked him out but he got
up from the table and looked out the window and saw nothing. He had this
feeling almost all night. He got on the computer cause he couldn't sleep
and felt like someone was watching him and kept seeing movement out of
the corner of his eyes. He look, nothing there. So I don't know if they
follow us or are attracted to us. But every where we go we always endup
with a ghost. So these are just a few of my many stories. I'm sorry it
got so long but thank you for reading my experiences. I'm always glad to
share them with people.
By: Rhoncarver@aol.com
Hi. My name is Rhonda. My father sent your web address to me
just a few days
ago. I am 29, married with two small children. I just
recently began to
tell my parents of some of the incidents that have happened periodically
in
my life. The most recent being in my current home. The
first that occurred
that I actually paid attention to was the first night I brought
my first baby
home from the hospital. I couldn't sleep being a new Mom,
so I went into the
living room laid down in the recliner with my one week old daughter.
I had
just started to doze off when I felt my baby being lifted off my
chest. My
first thought was that it was my husband. Then a terrible feeling
came over
me and I could not wake myself up. I had been holding onto
my child's ankles
as she was sleeping on my chest. I could feel myself grip her tighter
as I
tried to scream. I kept fighting to wake myself but couldn't.
So I just held
on tight and continued the fight and screaming in my head that "they"
were
not going to take my baby! After what seemed to be a very
long time, I felt
my baby being laid back onto my chest and I was able to wake. The
room was
cold and I had a feeling of evil being around.
The time of the communication was when my daughter
was about 4 or 5
months old. I was sitting on my sofa nursing her and my 16
year old niece
was in the kitchen. We heard a whistling, it sounded just like my
husband.
My husband was out of the country on business. I handed the
baby to my niece
and took my dogs with me through the house thinking it was a burglar.
Once I
found nothing, I knew what it was. I stood in my kitchen and
very sternly
told "it" that this is my house and if he wanted to stay I didn't
want to see
or hear him again! I didn't hear anything for two years.
Then my husband
and I took two long trips one right after the other. On the
night that I
returned home, I was laying on my bed in my room. I heard
my husband's voice
say "hello." I have a very large house that is divided by
a door in the hall
which was closed at this time. My husband who is very soft
spoken was in the
kitchen at the other end of the house. I got up to see who
he was talking to
and found him in the refrigerator. When I realized that it
could not have
been him, I went back into my room and told "it" again. I
said, "I realize
that you missed me, but let me make this very clear to you, I don't
want to
hear you anymore or you will have to leave." I have not heard
"it" since.
The only thing that happens now is occasionally I find my hall closet
door
open. My children are 18 months and four years old. I will
usually find the
door open after being gone all day. This particular "thing"
does not give me
the evil feeling of the very first time though.
I have had many other experiences in my life,
too. When I read your
personal experience with the woman's voice and knew what you must
have felt.
By: NICHOLE.STOCKMANN@cph.org
I worked in the famous Lemp Haunted Caverns in St. Louis, MO. The
caverns have been converted to a haunted house for October for the past
several years. In 1995 I worked there (oddly met my husband there.)
I had several experiences there but I'd like to share 2 particular experiences.
I worked a holograph of Lady Lavender and where my station was, when people
would go through, they would walk up a ramp and into the next station of
the haunted house. There was a wood plank placed over the cavern floor
as it is naturally uneven and easy to trip on in the dark. There
was a wedge of concrete poured in front of the wood plank so no one would
trip over the board. Well, as wear and tear occurred on the wedge the concrete
began to break up and people started to trip. So, I asked for them to repair
the concrete. After pouring the concrete everyone dispersed from my station
to find something to lay over the concrete so no one would step in wet
cement that night. As we all convened back in my station to lay the new
board there was a face print in the cement. I was only about 20 feet from
my station the whole time and never saw a thing. This was a full face print.
Not just a side view.
The other experience I'd like to share is that when I would fall
asleep in my station (we were slow sometimes) I would lean against a wood
"wall" and every time as I drifted off a loud bang would hit the wall from
behind. It was if someone or something slammed the wall very hard. This
is impossible as the "wall" was laid up against the cavern wall and you
couldn't even fit a finger in between. It was so hard that it shook everything
attached to it. Needless to say I believe the Lemps still inhabit
the caverns as well as the mansion.
By: hott_dogg_gurl69@lycos.com
when i was 3 years old, my grandmother died of cancer. around the
time i was 7 or 8 my uncle divorced and shortly after re-married.
at the wedding, my cousins and i were playing on the rocks on the
other side of the yard while we were waiting for the wedding to
start. it started to get cool where we were and we went to get jackets,
by the time we had gotten to the place where our parents sat, the
wedding had just started so we sat down and waited. after the wedding
my uncles mother in law went over to talk to my uncle and she (not
knowing that my grandmother had passed away) told him that she had
saw her standing by the rocks where my cousins and i had previously
been playing, and my uncle calmly explained to her that my grandmother
had passed away 4 1/2 years prior to the wedding. then about 2 week
later my uncle got his wedding pictures and he began distibuting
them throughout the family. the day he brought them to my house
i was the only one there and he gave me them and left. I took them
out of the envelope and i began looking at them. there was one of
my uncle and step aunt, and they were standing in front of a tree.
and in the bark of the tree there was a face of a women, not thinking
much of it, i placed the pictures back in the envelope and placed
them on the table. i went outside and started playing basketball,
but i couldn't get that face out of my mind. then i remembered what
my uncles mother in law had said about seeing my deceased grandmother.
i immediately went back inside and grabbed a picture of my grandmother
and looked at the wedding picture. i believe my grandmother came
back to watch her baby boy get married, because my uncle was in
fact, her baby.
Belief in My Haunted Home
By: Anonymous
One reason is that during
the day I stay home by myself and
everyday I hear footsteps going across the hall upstairs. When I'm
upstairs I don't here it though.
Sometimes early in the
morning my door will open up, even though
it doesn't latch. I used to think it was my dog, but one night we
had a
gate up so my dog couldn't get to my room, that night two of my
friends
spent the night. My door opened at about 1:30 and so I shut it then
it
opened again about an hour later. When this happened I put a big
stuffed
animal in front of it so it couldn't open. One of my friends and
I
decided to sleep on the floor (my other friend was hogging the bed)
anyway, the door kept trying to open but then it would hit my stuffed
animal and close. Both of my friends witnessed this.
About a year or two ago
I had been laying in bed and all of a
sudden I seen a boy standing in my doorway. He had like a scar or
something on his face. I blinked and he disappeared like two seconds
later he was gone. I then turned the other way and tryed to sleep,
but I
didn't sleep well that night.
I read the article Shadow
lands has about Ouija boards and it
made me think. I realized that my friend and I were interested in
ghosts
and stuff so we used her Ouija board and tryed to contact spirits.
Then
we invited over a friend and we were using a Ouija board and asked
them
to prove they were real (BIG MISTAKE) but then we didn't know to
much.
Well after we said this we seen like a shadowy dark figure it was
fuzzy
and was weird. It scared us so we ran downstairs and tryed not to
think
about it. Soon after I moved out of that room into another and the
day I
moved out of that room my door latch broke. I know it could be nothing
though. The point is that,thats the time it all started.
I've mentioned something
to my mom before but all she really said
was that she wouldn't be surprised if we had a ghost because our
house is
over 100 years old. My dad doesn't really believe in ghosts, I don't
think. There are a couple other things that have happened. I don't
think
they care, but I do.
I don't really
need help or anything I just decided to share some
stories about my house.
By:hampson2001@netzero.net
I have had an interest in the paranormal for as long as I can remember.
I had my first experience with this subject when I was about 5 yrs. old.
My family lived in an apartment building that used to be a catholic
school. The church that my parents go to bought the building in the early
1970's, so that they could take advantage of the classrooms for a bible
college. The nuns old rooms, and the priests quarters were turned into
apartments which were used by the pastors and by people that had jobs in
the college. My mother worked in the bookstore and so we were able to live
in the building. Our apartment in right behind the chapel, in what used
to be one of the priests living quarters. My family has lived there for
many years, and my mom still lives there to this day. The bible college
has gotten too big for the building and has now moved to Baltimore, Maryland.
Now the building is just a branch of the church that runs the bible college.
One night after dinner, my sister ( who is 10 yrs. older than me)
and I went out to take the trash. To take out the trash you need
to go out the back door, take a left, go around the maintenance shed,
and go straight across the parking lot to the otherside where there was
a dumpster. Once you pass the maintenance shed you are able to look
to the rightside of the property, which is a bordered counterclock-wise
by first a line of trees, and then a swampy area. In the corner of the
property where the line of trees and the swampy area meet, there is a street
light that is part of the town hall parking lot that borders one side of
the property. The street light shines down through the line of trees into
the corner of the property.
When my sister and I came around the side of maint. shed, I looked
over to the corner of the property and saw a brightly glowing figure on
a horse. The figure had on white robes, and shield that looked like it
was made of gold and jewels on his left arm. The horse was white and also
glowing, and had armor on that closely matches the armor that used to be
worn by the knights horses in the middle ages. The horse's armor was also
made of what looked like gold and jewels. The figure was holding the reigns
for the horse in his right hand and looking right at us, except his face
was too bright to make out. I told my sister to look at the figure that
is saw. She told me to just keep walking and acted very scared. I was not
scared at all.
The figure watched us walk all the way to the dumpster and back,
all the while not moving anything except his head to follow us, and his
right arm to keep control of the horse who was moving his head up and down
and pawing the ground with his front leg. When my sister and I almost reached
the point where we were going to go around the maint. shed where we could
no longer see the figure, the figure let go of the reigns and reached across
the horse with his right hand and pulled a sword out of a sheith that was
strapped on the horse's side. He pulled out the sword, that had a hilt
made of gold and jewels and a glowing white blade, and put his arm straight
up into the air in what I have taken to be a salute of somekind. Once the
figure had his arm straight up, the horse went up on it's hind legs and
pawed the air. We rounded the corner just before the horse landed on the
ground again.
When we got inside we told my mother and father what we had seen.
My mom told me that the only explanation that she could give me about what
it had been was that in the bible it says that God puts angels all around
his people to protect them. She believes that what we saw was probably
one of the angels that he has looking after the church. I went over to
the area the next day to see if I could find any hoof prints or anything,
but found none.
I have since tried to ask my sister about what she remembers about
that night, but she refuses to talk about it.