The Goblins of Hervey Bay

By: go_luke@hotmail.com
 

I live in Australia and have had many things that are strange happen to me in my 21 years, the strangest is my encounter with a real live goblin.
In highschool around year 11, I was 16, a lot of the native Australian kids started saying they had been harrased by evil goblins along a main road. Aparently they were called Jun Jetties and are only to be seen by those with Aboriginal blood. I am whiter than casper and I still saw one.
I lived in the granny flat out the back of my parents house and it was on a hot summer night that this happened. I had the fan on and I left the window open so that I could feel  the summer breeze. I went to sleep and during a dream about T-shirt shopping, was awoken by my little brother pacing the room. My door was always locked and Paul slept inside the hpuse with the rest of my family. I spoke to my brothe and asked him "What's wrong?'. he paced around much like guard dog does when you go near the fence and through the moonlight I began to relalize it wasn't Paul (my bro) at all. It came up to me and started breathing on me. It had a raspy horrible sound in it's throat that gurgled contiuouly as it took breaths. I was looking face to face in a small, grotesque little man who was pale caucasian in complexion, bald beedy eyes with alot of white and tiny dark pupils and a lot of gappy pointed littl pirhanna teeth. I seized up. He continued looking down at me from bed for the next 2 minutes and I began to start losing focus and had fight for consciousness from the fear I was suffering. These things had been known to kick  the crap out of drunk indigenous folks but what was my fate? He backed up eventually in to the shdows by my computer desk and tried to grasp the situation and regain composer. I eventually switched on the TV next to the bed which took ages to warm up and show a cherent picture. When it lit the roomwiht it's dull glow, I ran to the door, which was still locked.I locked and closed the door behind me and I took off to my not so ,much younger brother, Lee, who slept in the room closest to the back door and when i got inside I balled my eyes out. I explained what had happened and he tried to comfort me. We started hearing pacing out side his window but did not look out.
The next morning my Dad took us to my room out side and found the room empty of evil midgets but the door was unlocked and open.
Since then stories very similar to mine have appeared in the local paper and there have even been hunts for the strange little dudes. As far as I know  the hunts still continue but an area out side of town around farmland has been pinpointed as the source of the evil munchkins. Time will tell if they are  real, physical beings or some kind of spiritual apparation.

By: david.lee121.21@virgin.net

This is an account of something strange that happend to me about 22yr,s ago.I had just came out of the Navy and had,nt quite decided what to do with my life.Anyway joined a volunteer group in Cardiff working with the disabled.Being from Liverpool I had to travel down to Cardiff which is a journey of some 4hr,s by train,Iwas met at the station by the group supervisor,who told me that dig,s had been arranged for me and that he would take me there.The dig,s were not the best place I,d ever stayed but then again they were not the worst.The house was owned by an old couple,and I was to stay in a room on the ground floor that was furnished with a bed easy chair table and kettle, it was all I bit spartan to say the least,if I wanted to watch T.V I had to do so with the old couple in their livingroom which was a prospect that I did not relish.After showing me around the house I put my bags in my room and Pete the supervisor said that he would take me to the home where I would be working.
The home was about a 10 minute walk and on the way he filled me in on what my duties would be,he also informed me that they had mixed up the date,s and that I was not due to start work until monday,it now being friday. he also told me that the rest of the staff would be going home for the weekend and so the home would be empty. We arrived at the home which was a large victorian house,the kind usually converted into flats.Pete opened the front door and gave me a key,he then showed me around the house. As you came through the front door ,which was a large solid wooden one,there was then a smaller inner door.Then there was the hall with the stairs on the left ,on the right where 2 door,s each s a bedroom of the staff member who lived in.Further along the hall was another door which led into a large room, this was known as the games and activity room,in the games room were 2 large windows coverd with heavy velvet curtains.Beyond the game,s room were the kitchens and utility rooms .After a tour of downstairs we then proceeded upstairs. At the top of the stairs there was a long landing with 4 bedrooms leading off then a couple of steps and then the bathroom there was then a door which led into the upstairs lounge, this was a large room furnished as a living room with a large T.V in the corner.
This was the end of the tour so we sat in the living room and made small talk, which ended in Pete suggesting that if I didnt fancy walking back to my digs I could stay here,I would also be doing him a favour as he didnt like leaving the home empty.Well the thought of staying with the old couple didnt seem to inviting and besides this place had a T.V and a large one at that that swung it for me and I decided to stay. After Pete had left I had another look around the house ,made myself a cup of tea and went upstairs to watch T.V. At about 10.30p.m I got a bit restless and bored and noticed that there was a phone in the corner behind the door,I thought about phoning my girlfriend in Liverpool, I didnt know if I was allowed to use the phone but thought "what the heck".
I called my girlfriend and told her how I was settling in and what the place was like,whilst on the phone I sat by the door with the door open just in case as I did,nt want to get caught using the phone on my first night. After being on the phone for about 5 mins I heard the front door open and close, followed by the inner door"I,ll have to go "I whispered down the phone "Pete,s back" . I put the phone down and went and sat on the couch and carried on watching T.V. I had heard someone walk to the games room then open the door, walk across the game,s room which had a wooden floor and out into the kitchen area.
I just thought that Pete had called back to check on me and gone to the kitchen to make himself a drink. After a while I thought "whats he up to down there" and why has,nt he came upstairs. Then I thought that it may be that one of the other members of staff called back and didnt know that I was here. Not wanting to startle anyone I called down "Hello" but got no reply. Then I thought about what Pete had said about not wanting to leave the home empty and thought that we may have a burgler. I looked around the room and in the corner in a box found a rounders bat,I took this and proceeded downstairs. Downstairs I checked the 2 bedrooms both were locked, I then went into the games room,no-one there ,I then went into the kitchens, I checked the kitchens and utility rooms, no sign of anybody,so I switched off the light,s and went back into the games room. In the games room I was just about to switch off the light and go back upstairs when I thought about the curtains, I walked over a quickly stached the curtains back whilst having the bat ready in my other hand, nothing! perplexed I switched off the light and went back upstairs. I had just resumed my conversation on the phone and was telling them about what had happend when the whole incident repeated itself, again I heard the front door open and close and the the footsteps and then the other doors,again I hung up the phone but this time ran straight downstairs and into the game,s room determined to catch whoever was messing about, again Ilooked around the kitchen and utility rooms to no avail,Iwas in the games room about to switch off the lights when I remebered that I had,nt turned them on and was sure that I,d switched them off last time,this spooked me a little I looked at the curtains but this time did,nt have the heart to go and look behind them.
Anyway after that I spent an incident free night on the couch in the lounge,only to be disturbed by a clock chimming in one of the rooms.
We moved from that house a couple of week,s later, and talking to Pete in the pub told him about my first night at the house" I think it may be haunted " I said
"Why do you think we moved" he replied with a grin
P.S nobody in the house owned a clock that chimmed?

Ringing Telephone
 

By: Harbinger32@aol.com
 
I have never had a ghost experience in my life, and this is the closest I
have ever gotten to truly being scared in my own home.  I work nights and
sleep during the day.  While I am asleep at home during the day, if my
telephone rings, my wife will answer it to prevent it from waking me up.
This is a routine in our home for the past two months, but last week my wife
and two year old daughter were in South Carolina visiting friends and I was
alone in our home for ten days.  After being woken up several time in one
day, I decided to disconnect the telephone from the wall because I cannot
control the volume of the ringer and my answering machine also has no volume
control.  I did this for several days without incident until I happened to be
home one night that I had no work.
  It was about 2 AM and I was still awake on my computer.  I was getting
tired and decided to call it a night.  I unplugged the telephone cord from my
phone as usual, and went to the bedroom to lie down.  I did not go to sleep
right away and laid in bed reading a book.  At about 2:30 AM my phone started
to ring, and I, engrossed in my book, forgot that I had disconnected my
phone.  All I could think of was who would be calling a 2:30 AM and that it
must be an emergency.  I ran to my phone to pick up before my answering
machine did and pressed the "on" button on my cordless phone.  I said hello,
but my phone continued to ring.  Puzzled, I looked down at the LCD screen on
my cordless to see who was calling (caller ID) and it read "remote calling."
It was then that I realized my telephone was not connected to the telephone
line, and the remote calling ID indicated that the "Page" button had been
pressed on the telephone console.  This was confirmed when I pressed the Page
button and the telephone stopped ringing.
  Needless to say I was a little scared that my phone would start ringing
without being plugged in, and the fact that I was the only person in the
house and have no pets made me even more nervous.  I was afraid if I went to
bed it would start ringing again, so I removed the battery pack from the
cordless and then went to bed, a little less tired, and more scared than I
would have liked

Harrison High School

By: QueenKirstine@hotmail.com
 
   I am writing you this to clarify a few things. I am that young woman who was caught by Malcome.
I had grown up at HHS becasue my mother worked there, always hanging around the Drama students becasue even at a young age I was interested in theatre. I had heard all the stories of Malcome but never believed, afterall, ghosts weren't real to me then. My freshman year of high school I walked into the auditorium after school to sit on the stage and imagine all the plays I would participate in. As I was sitting on the center of the stage I glanced up to the catwalk becasue a light caught my eye. I climbed the ladder to find out what the light was. As I was exploring the world above the stage I could hear the custodian locking the doors. I freaked out and started to run toward the laddar. I happened to slip and fall, as I fell I rolled under the bar and barely caught myself. As I have very little upper body strength I was sliping fast. I was looking down crying and begging for help when it happened. I felt something pulling me up and the next thing I knew I was back on the catwa!
lk. I was so shocked. I looked around while wiping the tears yet found no one there. I then felt something cold brush my cheek, as though a kiss. I then remembered the doors and climbed down the ladder. I opened the door, stupid me, they are not lockable from the inside. That day i started believing in ghosts. Many times after that while performing a play or musical, I would up to the catwalk and see the light watching. I knew he was watching me. The last day of my senior year I went inot the auditorium alone and said good-bye to Malcome once again feeling that cold tingly kiss on my cheek. Each time I go back to the school, I always make a special stop in the auditorium to say hello to Malcome. Without him saving my life, I would have joined him there forever.

By: PurpleAngel000@aol.com

Hi , im 13 years old and go to Kenneth White Jr. High. we had to do a report on ghosts and my teacher said to look through ur site so i did. i wanted to tell you my experiences at K-White Jr. High. People say that there is a ghost named Charlie in our school, and its true. usually we here weird noises in the gym very early in the morning (we have to get to school at 6:00 am for athletics) and we here basketballs bouncing. a teacher has claimed that she saw charlie look through the window on the door when she stayed late at school to finish up some work. She said he just looked through the window and looked at her, but somehow, she didnt fell scared or threatned by him. Any wayz Charlie was supposed to have fallen off of the  bleachers and goes into the girls locker room to open their lockers (thats what ive been throuh, i know i lock my locker, and the next day i find it open. coincidense?)

By: janine_mm@hotmail.com

When I was a little girl about seven or eight ( I am now 30) I was laying on the couch watching television with my brother who was laying on the floor.  When I saw this green Indian Head pop out of the cushion right in front of my face and I began to scream and by brother asked me what had happened and I told him I saw  a green man (an Indian)  with two braids one on each side and one feather in his hair.  It was so scary.  Then maybe a year later My brother had one of his friends spending the night and I was all alone in my room and was upset because I was all alone.  When lying in my bed I saw the Green Indian Man again at the end of my bed standing there just staring at me with a tomahawk in his hand.  I screamed and my brother and his friend came running to ask me what had happened.  No one believed me until my mom checked into the history of the house to find out that our house was built on an old indian burial ground.  I believe this to be true because when I was a kid we used to dig up stuff in our back yard like arrow heads made out of obsidian.

By: Greenville@entertainment.com
 

I would like to share with you, my experience, in which I believe I was
visited by a spirit.  Of course, this could have been all my
imagination, but I believe that it was the ghost of my child.
In April of 1994 I was 15 years old, and gave birth to a healthy baby
girl named Jade.  She died suddenly of SIDS in June of 1994.  I used to
sleep with the blanket that she died on, and the day we buried her, I
was obviously grief stricken.  My mom had given me one shot of Rockin'
Rye to help me sleep.  That night, when I went to bed, I was crying and
holding on to her blanket, when all of a sudden, I got a kind of chill,
and I felt a breeze pass by me.  Right then and there, my tears
stopped, and I could smell the scent of her all around me.  I remember
feeling a sense of relief, and I actually smiled for the first time
since her passing.
I honestly believe that Jade had come back to let me know that she was
OK, and that I shouldn't cry anymore because she was in a better place.
I am now 23 years old, and time has eased my pain of her death, and I
will always miss Jade, but I will carry that feeling that passed
through me on that night for the rest of my life.  I still wish that I
could feel her presence one more time, but I guess it's better to just
let her go, and be with the lord, and maybe that's why I haven't ever
felt her again.
Thank you for allowing me to share my story with you.

Ghost Experience?

By: jkiehart@hotmail.com

This will probably not cause chills for the readers, but it certainly did
for me:
I love ghosts, and call ghosts to me often.  It never worked until tonight,
just about ten minutes ago.
Every night, I bathe by candlelight.  It's just something I like to do;  I
fill the tub, light the candles, get in, relax, and scrub away the worries
of the day.
Tonight, I think my wish to experience a ghost was filled.
I was in the tub, and two candles were lit.  Two candles which I have always
had lit when I take a bath; one at my head, one at my feet.  There was
absolutely nothing odd about this bath.   They were lit, I was relaxing.
Nothing "odd" has ever occurred during my nightly baths.
The candle at my feet starting making an odd "popping" sound.  The flame
slowly became dimmer and dimmer.  Finally, with a resounding "pop," it
extinguished itself.
"Cool," I thought.  "Wouldn't that be so cool if that was a ghost, and the
other candle went out, in the same fashion?"  I only waited for a moment or
so before I said aloud, "I know a ghost is doing this, and I want whoever
you are to do the same thing to the remaining candle."
I kid you not, the candle at the "head" side of the tub, starting making the
same popping noises, and within less than a minute, it, too, extinguished
itself.
There was no "reason" for this to happen.  Like I said, I take a bath every
night with these candles lit (and when they're not in use, they have "lids"
with which I keep them protected with, so as not to coat the wicks with
hairspray, etc.).  I've never heard and/or seen a candle, let alone two in a
row, extinguish themselves in this fashion.
The best part was was that I was NOT afraid.  I thanked whatever it was for
showing itself to me.

By: dragonsong86@hotmail.com

Hello.  I'm a freshman at Ohio University in Athens Ohio.  We have been
named the most haunted place in Ohio and the 13th scariest place in the
world by the television show Scariest Places on Earth that is shown on Fox
Family Channel frequently.  I have only had one personal experience so far
here, but I've spent a lot of time researching and getting all the legends
that center on our school and town, and I thought you might like to know
some of them.
     The residence hall that I live in, Bush Hall, is one of the least
haunted buildings on campus. Everyone who has lived here for years and years
has heard strange sounds that no one can explain.  It comes from the
ceilings, and it sounds like there is someone in the room above dropping
marbels on the floor one by one, over and over.  It's been said that it also
sounds like drops of water, except heavier, perhaps blood.  My roommates and
I have heard these noises, along with most of the other girls in the
building.  It's also said that footsteps follow people in the halls at night
and the water fountains turn on by themselves to give drinks to ghostly
visitors, but I have neither seen these things nor do I know of anyone who
has.  The sound of the dropping marbels happens in every building on campus
that is supposed to be haunted, but in most of the other bulidings it sounds
like hundreds of marbels all at once.  They have tested all the piping and
other structural things that might cause these noises, but no explination
has been found.
     In Jefferson residence hall some students went into an abandoned and
normally locked room back in 1996.  Sitting at an old desk, in the corner of
the dark room, was an older woman, of perhaps 40 years. She wore
conservative clothes, and was described as looking very much like an
elementary school teacher from the '50s. The residents at first didn't
realize what they were seeing, and greeted the woman, only to then realize
that she was slightly transparent and floating an inch or so above her
chair. The residents ran to tell their RA, and when they
returned the door was closed and locked, with no sign of anyone having been
there.
     The dorm right next to mine is Washington Hall.  A few years ago a
girls basketball team came to play our team, and stayed in that dorm.  They
had a wonderful time, laughing and shouting all the time.  On their way back
home, their bus crashed and every member of the team died.  They say you can
hear them laughing and shouting in the halls and lobby of the dorm.
     A few years ago a student fell from her fourth floor window in Crawford
Hall and died rather gruesomely.  She has been seen walking about at dusk,
and sometimes she talks to students.  The hall has a history of unexplained
noises, lights going on and off by themselves, doors opening and closing,
and various other strange happenings.
     A girl died in her sleep at the Convocation Center a few years back,
and a girl named Lisa, who had not heard this story, often woke up in the
middle of the night screaming that someone was next to her in her bed.  They
later found out that it was the same room and the same bed that the girl had
died in.  Across the hall from that room, there was a girl who used to talk
to her closet.  Her roommates thought she was crazy.  She left for the
weekend once, and told her roommates that her closet was angry and that they
should be careful.  After she left, the shades began to go up and down,
books began to fly, chairs tipped, lights switched on and off, the tv
changed channels, and the closet doors flew open and shut.  When the girl
returned and talked to the closet again, everything returned to normal.  A
boy also murdered his ex-girlfriend in one of the rooms in the 1980's and
it's said that she walks the halls at night, watching over the students.
     The scariest and most provable tale on campus happened in Wilson Hall.
There was a girl who lived there who practiced in black magic.  It was said
that she could be heard chanting in strange tongues late at night and a
green light came from under her door.  Then no one saw her for a long time.
Finally the RA got a key and opened the girl's room.  The girl had slit her
wrists, written satanic symbols all over the walls in her blood and then
hanged herself in the center of the room.  They cleaned the room, painted
over the walls with many coats of paint and gave the room to two other
students the following year.  They didn't stay there long though.  The
symbols in blood came back, and the room glowed green, drawers slammed, and
ghastly screams were heard.  Finally, the school officials decided that the
room was not safe for students to stay in, so they sealed off the room
perminently. To this day if you go to the room on the 4th floor you can see
a demonic face in the grain of the wood on the door.  This story is tracable
in the school's records.
     Bryan Hall is usually conscidered the most haunted building on campus.
It is the oldest residence hall on campus still used as a residence hall.
There is supposedly a ghost in the attic, a few on the second floor, and 3
on the fourth floor, but I haven't been able to find the specific stories
behind them, other than witnesses of aparitions, but there is no record of
death there.
   You can't live in or around Athens without knowing about the 5 graveyards
that form a perfect pentagon around the entire campus.  THe pentagon is
commonly known as a symbol of magic and other worldly happenings.  It is
used as a protection sometimes.  The building that is at the very center of
the pentagon is the only one on campus that has no tales of ghosts attached
to it.  They say it is protected by the pentagon.  The graveyards are very
strange in themselves.  One of them has the graves laid out north and south
instead of the normal east and west.  One of them has a tree on a rock ridge
that has rope marks on it from where they used to execute people by hanging.
  All the graveyards are reportedly haunted.  They are a favorite place for
cult activities and seiances.  They say that the pentagon supplies the power
to raise the dead.  The cemetary at the Ridges, an old insane assylum, is
especially spooky.  Most of the graves have no names, they're either marked
by numbers or nothing at all.  There is a circle of unmarked graves, with no
apparent reason, and it is said that if you sit in the circle you will be
visited by spirits, and there are several tales of spirits following people
home from the circle.  The assylum has almost hundreds of ghost stories to
itself.  It was an old institution, where hyper-active or slightly disturbed
people were kept in solitary confinement and treated with shock therapy.  It
was shut down in the 80's becuase it was considered cruel treatment.  Some
of the patients can still be found in town. One works at the local Rax, and
another plays his violin on the street for the students walking by.  Another
stands on the streets and tells people they are living in sin and bound for
hell.  At any rate, you can hear screams in the halls of the assylum, and
many other strange occurances have been reported.  The most popular tale is
of an old patient named Marge.  This story has solid proof to back it up.
When they closed the assylum, they knew that the students and kids of the
town would try to get in and explore, so as each section of the buildings
were evacuated, they were sealed shut.  Marge was deaf and dumb.  She exited
the building, but then remembered that she had left a cherished possession
behind.  She asked permission to go back for it, and was granted it.  No one
is sure what happened next, either she got confused in the long twisting
halls and could not find her way out, or  simply forgot to come back out,
but she was sealed in the building because everyone thought that she was
out.  She could not yell for help to the workers not ten yards outside of
the barred windows because she couldn't talk.  She took off her clothes,
folded her arms across her chest, and eventually died of starvation.  Her
body was found when the building was reopened several years later.  When
they moved her body, there was a print on the floor, like a leaf leaves on
cement sometimes, where her body had lain.  As hard as they scrubbed, the
stain is still there, in the shape of her body, and if you went on the tours
they used to give of the assylum, you could see it.  If you are a little
determined, you can find a picture of it on the internet on one of the
'Haunted Athens' sights.  Some say that she walks the halls, looking for a
way out and screaming in panic.  The details of Marge and her print can be
found in the Athens city police records.
   Our school is built on old Indian territory.  There is at least one
Indian burial ground, located under the Memorial Auditorium.  There is also
a story that is rarely believed, about a headless buffalo that roams College
Green.  It has a story behind it, but it's so ridiculous it's hardly worth
telling.  There are more believable Indian legends surrounding the area
though.
    So.  There are as many of the ghost stories about the school and area as
I have been able to find and get details about.  Some of them are probably
completely untrue, some are based on absolute researchable fact.  If you
want to include any of them in your sight, feel free.

Ghosts

By: glasgow321@prodigy.net

One night me and my brother decided to go outside and go play some
basketball.When we were playing my brother accidently threw the ball into a bush,so he
went to go get it.  While I was waiting for him I noticed he was taking longer than usual,so
i went over  there.When i went over there i saw him staring at something.I asked him
what he was staring at,then I saw it!!!!!!It was a see through figure
that looked like a child.My brother asked him who he was,he said"I'm John you wanna play?"Then he
just walked off, and dissapeared.To this day I still don't know who the little boy
named John is.

Hauntings

By: courtneymerriman@hotmail.com

I should preface these stories by saying that I think I am open to spirits of all kinds. I have frequently had dreams of occurances that have yet to happen, and found later that they have. I have dreams of places I have never been, and when I go exploring I find them exactly as I saw them in my dream. I can frequently look at other people and say out loud what they are thinking or getting ready to say. None of these things have ever upset me or made me nervous, although they have freaked out a few of my friends.
I have had three "ghostly" experiences in three different houses. The first and most frequent is in the house that I grew up in which is located in Montgomery County Maryland. I have always had a fear of my basement, since I was a child, but I couldn't quite place what it was that made me uneasy. Often when I am down there, I feel cold gusts of air and "cold spots" in the room. This is strange because my basement is completely underground. I always feel like someone is watching me when I am down there. A few days ago I was running on the treadmill late at night. I felt the cold gust of air, and saw that my cat was looking up in the corner of the wall. It made me a little nervous, but I continued to run, occasionaly looking over my shoulder to see if someone was there. The reason I did this is because I felt as though someone was in the room with me watching me. I finally turned around and faced the wall and started running, thinking to myself that nothing had ever happened so to just calm down, and I closed my eyes. That was when it happened, I felt a male figure come up from behind me ( Iknow he was male even though I didn't see him because of his height) he put a string over my head and around my throat, to choke me from behind. I got short of breath (which could be attributed to the running) shut off the treadmill and picked up my cat and ran upstairs.
Both of my houses in college were also haunted. The first one was an old lady who would walk by my bedroom at night (it was right off the kitchen). She would walk back and forth form the kitchen to the bathroom, stirring something in a coffee mug. All of my roomates heard the same thing, but it never made any of us upset, she was like an Grandmother watching over us.
The second "house" was actaully an apartment in a building that was buiilt in 1883. I lived on the top floor in the corner. One night my boyfriend and I were laying in bed and he shook me awake saying that he had seen a little boy standing by my stereo in the corner smiling and saying "Come play with me." I didn't see anything and assumed that he was just trying to scare me, I asked why he hadn't woken me while he was there, and he said that he couldn't move. While I never saw this "ghost" the lights and electrical appliances in my apartment began to turn on and off by themselves. Whenever I would take a shower, the curtain would brush up and all around me covering my entire body until all I cold see what the fabric. When I would say "stop it" it would float back down. The ony windows in the house were on the other side of the apartment, and there was no way that there could have been a draft. I would wake up in the middle of the night and all of the drop ceiling panels would be on the floor. I would pick them up and put them back, but they kept falling until the day I moved out. The only time I ever felt threatened was the rececnt experience in my basement, but other than that I am not bothered my the pressence of "ghosts" in my life.

By: rebecca_devil@hotmail.com

I'm very young to be writeing this but ive had experiences with ghosts
at my old house in ontario!
My name is Rebecca  and I live in long River  i'm only 13 but
my new house scares me.When we moved here the lady we were buying the
house from said that her husband died a couple of months ago and that
she had to sell the house.At first I thought cool maybe he'll haunt the
house (and I do find it interessting) but I started hearing noises all
over the house when I go to sleep.My sister and I both hear footprints
once in awhile in the hall,but not much anymore.Just recently i've been
hearing noices outside my window and having dreams, outside my window i
hear a really scratchy voice that seems very far away and in my dreams
my mind will go blank and thats all I can hear.The man who died here was
Waldo Paynter and I am not sure if it is him who is haunting this house
because years and years ago our house was the kitchen of an old house
with maids corters upstairs and one of the ladys died of cancer.

By: gummet111@webtv.net
 

my house is hauntited by my great great great grandmother she died as a
baby and is burried out back of our house my father just put a new floor
in our house and he painted  it and we had a gate a croose and there
where little foot prints all through it

Guardian

By: beckyroberts47@hotmail.com
 

This isnt really an experience or anything, not like what most the people on
this website talk about but it is weird and strange to me, but totally
natural at the same time. Im 15 years old and as long as i can remember, ive
never felt really alone, like someone is always with me. I feel this
especially at night when im drifting off to sleep at night and it feels like
someone is in the room with me. And at moments when i should feel
frightened, i feel totally relaxed and like that nobody can hurt me. I feel
safe. There are also times when i get these feelings, like something bad is
going to happen that day, or that someone is going to hurt themselves (i
usually feel this just before it happens). When this happens i feel like i
see or sense it happening in my head at slow motion. Now i suppose i sound
totally pathetic and sad! So im going to go.
Remember it isnt the dead you should fear, its the living (unless you have
poltergeists!)

Ghost Story

By: TASHLAWN@aol.com

We were outside with me and my friends and one of my friends kept getting pushed down every time we left a yard. We had walkie-talkies and we kept getting strange signals, such as a girl screaming, we couldn't talk to each other on them even though we were standing next to each other. Then we went into my friends back yard and they have a club house, and I saw something watching us in the clubhouse. Then the next day me and my friend Justin, went over to the neighbors house (the people we were with the night before) and went in there house and we still had the walkie-talkies, and one of them went into the bathroom. A couple of minutes later we heard a scream and I rushed to the bathroom and there on the mirror was the word DIE written in water...... These strange happening have been happening for 14 years which is how long we've lived in these two houses.

Out of this World

By: soccer_devil66@hotmail.com

for about 40 years my grandma has lived in the same house. and i have loved
that house ever since i could remeber. the only time i did not want to go
into it was 6 years ago when my grandpa died from cancer, and i knew that he
wouldn't be there.
well my cousin and her mom moved in with my grandma(my aunt making an
apartment of the basement, and my cousin having the upstairs).  my cousin is
only 5 monthes younger then me, so we're real close.
about 4 monthes ago, i spent a night over there.  it was just like normal,
we were late-night movies, after every one else was asleep. we talked about
normal teen girl issues. but maybe you should know something about me and my
cousin.  we have always beleived in the paranormal, and have always
witnessed and experienced it throughout the years. but this night in
particular, was something way different then any thing else; especially for
me.
i was sitting down in the living room on the floor in front of the t.v., my
cousin on the couch, and of course the lights were off. i started feeling
something, kind of like...like a presence you could say.  so i told my
cousin about it.  she said she felt something too, but it turned out that my
grandmas dogs were just coming into the living room with us.  but even when
they left, i still felt something.
i felt something breathing down the back of my neck.  and i started hearing
my name being called.  so i asked my cousin if she said anything, she
didn't.
when the channel began to change, i told my cousin to the turn it back, she
was shocked! she told me that i was doing it. i looked down and noticed that
i was holding the remote and that i was turning the channel.  at that moment
i noticed that i wasn't myself, i felt soooo different.  when i looked at my
cousin she screamed.  i had no idea why.  she told me that for a second my
eyes turned beat red and that my entire face changed.  i didn't know to
believe her or not.  then she started getting freaked out so she went into
the kitchen.
i was left in the living room by myself. i had no idea what to do, so i just
sat there and continued to watch t.v..
then something happened that will scar me for life.  (you know the pictures
of people that are just muscle, you see them in science classes, and health
classes) well a picture like that came up except the guy was just blue, the
background white, it was just his head, and he began talking to me.  i got
up turned off the t.v. and ran. i went outside to the front yard, and my
cousin came out only to see me crying hysterically. after that nothing
happened, for the night.
the next day, me and my cousin went in to the attic to play hide-n-seek(we
like playing little kid games together)well she hid in the closet, and i
couldn't find her, so i told her to come out.  she was trying, and i heard a
noise, so i walked over to her. i heard her scream, and started yelling for
me to help her. i began pulling her as hard as i could, and i finally got
her out.  she told me that she could feel someones hands holding her back
against the wall.
i've always beleived that that house was haunted, but not until those recent
events i thought that it was really true. now every night i pray. hoping
that my grandpa will look over that house and protect my grandma from any
spirits that may harm or scare her.

By: lillymunster13@home.com

I found your web sight through my search for ghosts. Anyway, my story starts like this. I was 12 years old and my parents had moved into this apt. complex in California. The apt complex was built in the excavated area of a washed out cemetery that was moved to a new location in the 1970's. Unfortunately, part of the cemetary was still located next to the apt. complex.
The apt. we moved into was #113 directly lined up with the cemetary gates. My bedroom window was allined with the open space between the gate and the iron fence. Shortly after moving in, I noticed strange happenings in the apt. My cats never wanted to come inside, there were unusual cold spots in the apt. and I could always hear voices. Explaining this to my parents was useless at the time.
In my parents room there was one apparition that I didn't care for he was an older man probably in his 50's. The reason I know that it was a he, because he actually had a shaped apparation. He always walked from the window to the wall, and only stopped in the doorway. He never did leave the room. When you were in the room together, he was always staring right at you when he walked through. He was always dressed in a buttoned dress suit-grey, with nothing below the knees. He wore a grey derby/bolero hat, and swung his arms when he walked.
Later on when I first met my husband, he explained about the same male apparition in the same room. And I hadn't told him about that story yet. Apparently he And his parents used to live in the same apt. and his mother had the same experiences. To this day I still see Ghosts, I can walk into a building, sometimes even standing outside, I can sense them. I can feel cold spots, hear voices, and see lights roaming around if I stop what I'm doing long enough. My youngest daughter is the same way, she's two, and will stare off into a corner. She says that there's people in our house, or where ever we go. She seems to like my neighbors house the best. She's always there, playing with someone only she can see.
I can't walk into a cemetary without feeling like there's something clawing at my hands and ankles. I don't know if this is normal, But my G-ma, and mother have pictures that you'ld swear were taken with defective cameras, but weren't. They have smears and smudges on them, even the one's with my youngest are that way.

Ghosts in the Phillipines

By: khufu_69@hotmail.com

Well. I used ta go to the Philipines a lot to visit relatives. At night standing right beside my bed would be a woman dressed in red. I was able to see through it in a way. I couldn't really see here face or anything but the red dress standed out. The figure was freaky but somehow gave me a sense of comfort and safety. I don't know how or why though. I guess it was just a feeling that happened to come accross. Outside i saw a lady dressed in white running somewhere. I went with my older cousin to come and check it out cause well I was about 10 then and I was afraid. there was nothing. I was able to see specs of white somewhere. The house was pretty big. There was a whole compound that they owned. we were the only people with electricity in the area besides some people accross the street. Well I guess we returned to Canada.
On May 27,1999 my grandmother died. My mother and my aunt went to the Philipines to go to the funeral. Well I had a dream one night. Due to time differences this seemed to have happened at the time of the funeral maybe. I had a dream that I was at the funeral. I saw some ofg my relatives there. All of a sudden my Grandmothers spirit was beside me saying how mucvh she loved us all. No one noticed me in the dream except the spirit and some dogs i played with when i was there before cause my uncles has a lot of animals. My mom came back with a few pictures. To my surprise they looked exactly what i saw in the dream of the burrial and stuff.
After what happened weird things appeared in the sky. A few times the moon was red and kind of had a skull on it.
Nothing else really went on.

By: haskel.house@verizon.net
 

              I am Jessica and i am 12. i have lived in my house for 4
years and for my whole time here you would know there is something
undead in this 5 story house. this house is a haskel house so that is
who i believe is haunting it.
              The first year i moved here it was just little signs, like
voices at night, cold and warm spots in the house, prickles on the back
of my neck, strange noises, moveing objects, and things turning on and off.
               On the second year it was like everywhere i went i was
being watched by 'something'. but it never went away, even when i slept
i would wake up and know it was there. i started getting really freaked
out and my dad called a phsychic but she couldn't find anything. i got
so scared. Every night i couldn't sleep, it seemed like i was the only
one who really noticed it. This was for the 3rd year also.
               But on the 4th year i realized it didn't mean me any
harm. It was my friends father who had died and he spoke to me and said
i was in for a large amount of danger in the next few years so he was
going to watch over me and protect me.   he is still here to this day
and i am no longer scared.

By: sanshouo_ninja@hotmail.com

I have always been fascinated by "paranormal" events, especially listening
to and researching ghost stories. I have had several encounters throughout
my life, and thought that I would share a few with you. I was living with my
parents and older brother in an ordinary looking house on the end of a
dead-end street in a city near Green Bay, Wisconsin. I couldn't have been
more than 4 or 5 years old when the events started happening to me in that
house. The three rooms where things would happen were in the bathroom
downstairs, in my bedroom at the top of the stairs and down in the basement.
(Of course... these types of things *always* happen in the basement, don't
they...?)
In the largest room of the basement, my brother and I kept our toys...
this room was our playroom where we could be rambunctious while we
played and wouldn't disturb my dad, who slept up on the second floor
during the day time. (He was a police officer that worked the graveyard
shift.) To get to the basement, there was a doorway to the stairs leading
down. To the left of the top of the stairs was the door leading to the back
yard. The staircase was straight and was always dark, even with the lights
on. I grew to become terrified of these stairs, especially if I were
climbing down them alone. I always felt like someone was watching me at the
bottom of the stairs... I never felt like it was an evil presence, but
merely that it liked to scare children and tease them. I remember several
times falling down the last few stairs, even when I would make considerable
efforts to scoot my way down the last 5 steps... you know that motion...
where kids kinda slide down each step on their bums, rather than walking on
their feet... My mother always thought that I was clumsy, despite my
pleading that I was indeed being careful on the stairs. I think that whoever
was down there liked to trip me up on the last few stairs. It delighted in
seeing me stumble and fall on my face. Note that it never tripped or pushed
me from the top of the stairs, as this type of spill
might have ended fatally for me... No... it was always a teasing sort of
spirit, kind of like the way an older brother or sister plays tricks and
rough-houses with their younger sibling.
After stepping off the stairs, you walked straight and entered the
playroom, which spanned over to the left. However... if you kept walking
straight there was a short door that lead to a sort of closet, where my
brother and I kept our collection of board games. This room was always icily
cold to the point of being able to see your breath, even in the middle of
the humid Wisconsin summers. I abhorred going near this room, often
insisting that my brother or father go fetch the game when we wanted to play
one. I guess I sort of deduced that whatever was tripping me on the steps
"lived" in this room, and I didn't want to have any part of it. I was scared
that it would lock me in there or something.
On to the other rooms... the bathroom was located on the first floor, and
was the only bathroom in the house. There was a frosted window that was
above the bathtub on the wall opposite the door. One time late at night I
went in there and saw the shadowy image of the shoulders and head of a man
in the window... it was a profile view and he was doing what appeared to be
working, swinging what looked like a sledgehammer over his shoulder with
both hands. I just froze and stared at it in terror.. I watched it for a
moment, at first thinking it was my dad outside, but I knew that my dad
wouldn't be up doing anything like that in the middle of the night. (He
would have been at work anyway.) Quickly I forgot about having a need to use
the bathroom and high-tailed it up to my bedroom. It was there that I had
the most lasting and terrifying experience of my childhood life...
My bedroom was to the immediate right of the top of the wooden stairs
that led upstairs... down at the opposite end of the hall was my parent's
bedroom, and in the center was a very small room that my mother used as a
sewing room. (My brother slept in a room downstairs.) Since most of my toys
were down in the playroom, my bedroom was fairly empty... I had a double
bed, a dresser and a small shelf that held my large collection of stuffed
animals. There wasn't even a closet built in this particular room
originally, and my father was in the process of constructing me one... All
that was completed was a couple of drywall structures off the wall to the
right of my bed, he hadn't even installed a door yet.
One night I was sleeping peacefully on my side, with my back facing the
unfinished closet, when I was awakened by a very sharp jab to my lower back,
like someone was very forcibly poking me with their finger... It felt like a
"wake up and get out" kind of poke. I instantly opened my eyes, initially
thinking it was my brother picking on me... It poked me again, harder this
time. I sat up in bed and looked around, but no one was there... The air
seemed heavy around my bed, dense with a crackling sort of energy. I could
still feel the sensation in the area of my back where the thing had poked
me, kind of like when you bump into something and know it's going to leave a
bruise... So I knew I hadn't been dreaming. Needless to say, I was
absolutely terrified and I leaped out of bed and tore off running to my
parents room. My mom consoled me and let me sleep with her that night... but
that wasn't the end of it... The poking happened several times afterwards.
My parents would never let me take more than one stuffed animal with me when
I went to bed... so after they tucked me in, I would hop out of bed and grab
handfuls of dolls and place them around me in the bed... a feeble attempt at
making a stuffed animal
cocoon, thus (or so I had hoped) deterring the thing from poking me.
Sometimes it worked, and sometimes it didn't... I could never tell if it was
the same entity that used to trip me in the basement... but its actions were
similar in that it never wanted to harm me too badly; it just liked to
frighten and tease.
Well, after a long, unsatisfactory marriage, my parents were divorced and I
moved with my mom and brother down to Texas to be near my mom's
side of the family. Thankfully I was out of the house, but I still built my
"shield" of stuffed animals at night, up until I was about to start junior
high school. Like I said, it had made a lasting impression upon me... to
this day, I rarely sleep alone with my back to an area of the room where
someone could walk up and poke me from behind.
I never mentioned the incidents to my mother when I was young, for I
was sure my parents would say I was dreaming, etc. When I was older,
however, I had mentioned it to her once while we were talking on the
subject of ghosts and she was dumbfounded by the experiences that
came out of my mouth. She revealed to me that she used to get odd
feelings in the bathroom and kitchen of that house when she was home
during the day... (while dad was asleep upstairs and the kids were at
school) Like she was being watched by an unseen presence... particularly
when she would shower. She said she had always chalked it up to an
overactive imagination or some sort of psychological effect of being in an
unhappy marriage to my father. I've never asked my brother if he had any
strange experiences in that house, perhaps I should.
I never got a chance to do any research about the house, to learn about its
history or previous owners. Now that I'm older, I'd like to do some digging
and see what I can find about the house (if it's still standing...)
I've had some other encounters when I was older in junior high and high
school in a house down in Texas, but I think I will save them for another
time, as this post has become long enough.
If anyone has questions about my experiences or has had similar things
happen to them, I'd love to hear from you... You can email me at:
sanshouo_ninja@hotmail.com (Of course... if you're going to email me with
criticism, religious rants, or generally idiotic comments, don't bother.)

By: Kingdedede564@aol.com

October 23 2001.Midnight. Florida. was twirling around in bed trying to fall asleep.Tommorow was going to be Bulk pick-up.Every two months the garbage men come to pick up large items such as furniture.i was getting rid of my little dresser.My mom went outside to get a few other things that i left inside it.i watched her walk back up to the house.i heard her slam the door closed.i belive she went into the bedroom to sleep.Heres the creepy part.the lights flashed on and off.I decided to peek through my window again.And there outside,behind my dads white car i saw a white figure walking around in circles.I have pretty good vison and could make out a solid figure HEADLESS walking....around...i droped the window shade for a second then reopened it.Gone.the figure was gone....disapeared.Now these houses in our neighborhood were rather new.only about 11-14 years.no one inside it had died exept....are neibor.She was old.i heard she had heart failure or something only about six months ago.that was near where i saw the figure.Also,my friend,{who likes to gossip alot} told me centuries ago,this used to be battle grounds.Hmph! He also told me that some guy was buried somewhere close to my house.{in this so called battle.}     i was real eager to tell the Shadowlands,my favorite ghost site on the web! :}   {DARN!!!! darn darn darn!!!!!i wish i had my camera.....!!! Oysh....please email me if you have any questions or comments. as far as i'm concerned,i really think i saw a ghost.

By: sara.jameel@goodrich.com

Hi, I  religiously visit your site everyday. I do believe in ghosts and
spirits but never really had frequent experiences in life expect a couple of
times. I hope I am able to describe these experiences that I had.
The first personal experience I had was when I was 13 years old (now I am
27) and at that time  we (my family) lived in Jeddah KSA. Now thinking about
this gives me the creeps, but I didn't realize it at that time for I was a
kid and didn't think much about it. But this experience has been imprinted
in my mind for all these years. Now on with my story..
Like I said we lived in Jeddah, KSA.  Our was a 4 bedroom apartment and we
rented out 2 bedrooms of our apartment. My family had the other two
bedrooms. At that time money was tight for my parents. So we kids (myself,
my brother and sister) shared one bedroom and my parents had the other
bedroom. This one particular night (I remember it so clearly as if it had
happened yesterday)  I don't know if this was a dream or what but I felt
that there was something at the foot of my bed, what saw I could forget
after all these years. I saw this dark form with red glowing  eyes and evil
grin was at the foot of bed and trying to pull me with my feet, I felt it
drag me out of my bed with my feet. I tried screaming but could not, I tried
to wake up my brother who was next to me I could not do anything I was
terrified. I don't know what happened but I started praying and as soon as I
had done that it let me go and I was left there dangling from my bed. As you
know I couldn't sleep for the rest of the night. Now I realize that if I
haven't prayed on time it would have got me. I never mentioned this to my
parents until recently, I told this to my mom and she got upset at why I
haven't told her before when it happened. Maybe she had experiences too
which I never got a chance to ask.
Now the second experience happened after we (my family) moved to US. We had
rented out a two bedroom apartment in Memphis TN. Every member in my family
seemed to have an experience in this apartment except my dad (because he
left us there and went back to Jeddah). Everyone of us heard the kitchen
cabinets opening and closing any time during the day. I remember my mom
waking me up in the middle of the night saying that we might have a burglar
because she heard kitchen cabinets banging. I had to wake up and convince
her that nothing was wrong and we would go to the kitchen and find
everything normal and nothing out of place. At first we thought it was the
tenants who lived below  us but we found out that the apartment was vacant.
At that time nobody paid any attention to this happenings.
But the worst of all that left all of us scared was this one night. We were
up late at night (sometime after 12:00am) because we had this religious
holiday where we are to stay up and pray at night. We were all up praying,
it was so quite and we were so much involved in our praying. Then all of a
sudden out of nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. This scared the heck out of
us just imagine this going off at this late) we all jumped up expecting
something was burning in the kitchen we checked the whole apartment and we
couldn't find any smoke that would make it go off. As soon as we were trying
to locate the cause it stopped, We thought maybe it was a malfunction and
forgot about it and resumed our prayers and as soon as we were into praying
that damn thing goes off again. We just couldn't believe what was happening.
At this time my mom was completely freaking out. This happened for a couple
more times till we gave up praying. Then we all huddled into one bedroom and
locked the door because my mom was completely freaked out. I being the
oldest was surprised at the whole incident and was really pissed of  at what
was happening. Anyways my mom and my sister had few more experiences there
but I wont get into it now. We moved out of that apartment a couple of
months later my dad got back. Surprisingly nothing ever happened when he was
around. Thanks for reading this, and thanks for letting me share this with
you all.

By: jill.marshall@zoom.co.uk

me and my friend Chloe where walking past the church in our village when I looked up to the top of the church and all I saw was a ghostly figure at the top of the church it looked as if it was trying to get into the church, this was quite a while and I thought it was a dream, but it couldn't of been because my friend had experienced it as well.

By: jill.marshall@zoom.co.uk

I had a friend called Josie. she was quite strange and she used to tell us stories of the ghost at her house, I don't know whether they are true but I'll tell you any way.
her mother saw the top half of a ghost, the whole time the ghost was laughing at her and it wouldn't go away.
she said that the ghost through the baby sitter out of the window.

By: jill.marshall@zoom.co.uk

my friends nephew was in bed and he woke up in the middle of the night. he saw a gorilla or man type of thing in his bedroom so he through his glass at the wall. he got told of but later that night his dad saw the man or gorilla type thing as well.
 

By: WildMage79@aol.com
 

 I decided to write what I had experienced in a different way, instead of the norm. This is all true, just written in a third-person view. I will follow this up when I get the time, with a story of my grandmother and I, as well as some of my child-hood. Might edit this story as well and add some more description of me and other things.[Words in brackets are what i was thinking at the time]
A man walked in the darkness. A slight limp marred his stride. A dull, familiar pain resonating from his knee with each awkward step. A cold breeze swept through the trees brushing his short brown bangs away from his eyes. His neck buried deeper into his jacket, a shiver racked his frail body. [Damn this cold.]
His right arm rose from his pocket and turned towards his body. His eyes glanced down towards the soft green glow of his watch. The light illuminated his pale face, making it appear even more ghost-like. The hand scratched the scrub of his un-shaven chin before darting back to the warmth of his pockets. [9:00. Shit. Better hurry.]
The man walked faster, the dull pain becoming just a little sharper. A scowl appeared on his face as he looked towards the reason for his troubles. [Damn my leg.]The limp became more prominent with each quickened step.
The distant streetlights barely pierced the gloom of the sheltered path he was walking. The shadows of the swaying branches danced in the pale glow of the moonlight. He unconsciously walked the path he had walked so  many times before, his mind wandered to a different place. But it was soon brought back. Something moved off to his right, a bush rustled. His eyes darted to the source. But there was nothing to be seen but shadows.
A light wind stirred the top branches of the trees. The shadows dance anew in the glow of the moon. His mind registered a strange pattern in the dancing. There seemed to be human-like shapes dancing amidst them. His breathing slowed, he concentrated and listened for anything abnormal in the darkness. [Nothing.] His aching knee tightened. A queasy feeling crept into the bowels of his stomach. A buzzing sound echoed in the hollows of his ears. [This energy feels familiar.] A sinister cloud-like, yet human-shaped, figure flashed in the recesses of his mind.
The bushes beside him erupted with dirt, leaf, and branches. In his peripheral vision he caught site of it. Something dark. Something wrong. The form was cloud-like, but his eyes couldn’t penetrate its murkiness. It was huge, the size of a well-built man, a seven foot tall well-built man. The man couldn’t tell where the shadows started and where the creature ended. His body turned towards the oncoming creature, its red eyes leaving an after mirage in his turning vision. [Shit.] The creature’s body hit the delicate chest of the man. Pain exploded in his mind accompanied by a bitter cold.
His vision dimmed as his limp body slammed into the tree behind him, arms and legs flailing like a rag-doll. Consciousness slowly slipping away… a sharp pain made its way to his mind. Slowly his weakened head lolled to one side, eyes slowly closing into blackness. Before consciousness was taken from his grasp, he caught sight of red gleaming eyes staring at him with intensity.
Consciousness came back to him for a fleeting moment. A sharp pain originated from his knee, and a tightness worse then before. A dry tongue crossed over his parched lips. A shaking hand brought itself to his lips as well. Wetness. Moonlight reflected off a reddish liquid on his fingertips.  [Hmmm. Blood... Night night time.] A smile crossed his stained pale lips, as the darkness finally took him. He heard laughing.

The Cat Place

By: cin_win@hotmail.com

My earliest memory of anything "weird" happening to me was at the age of two. Many other experiences have happened since, but this was one of the odder of situations.
My mother and I lived in the basement apartment of an apartment complex. Being two years of age, I was early to rise. My mother said I used to wake up with the sun. To curb this habit, my mother covered my basement window with tinfoil (to keep out the light), in hopes of a few extra hours of sleep.
One night, I woke up. I don't remember the reason I did but, being awake I noticed a cat in my window. The strange thing about the cat was it resembled a cartoon character. Sylvester, the cat on the Bugs Bunny show you know? Anyways, I see this cat and start screaming. My mom comes in, turns the light on to find out what went wrong. I yelled "Cat! Cat!" and pointed at the window. There was nothing there so she kissed me, turned off the light and closed the door and left.
 As soon as she left, the cat was back. I started to scream again when it spoke to me. It called me by name and asked me to be quiet. I was in shock and shut up almost instantly. It told me it would not hurt me, that it was my friend and was there to keep me safe.
It asked permission to come down and sit with me on my bed. As memory serves me, I did not contest. I could feel the weight of it as it landed on my bed. I pet the living cartoon. It had consistency to it and I was not frightened. He was soft and friendly. I do not know how long he stayed that night but, I do remember I got a bowl out of the kitchen that my mother always left in my reach for cereal, filled it with water and brought it back for him. I fell asleep comfortably to the sound of him drinking. In the morning, the cat was gone and the bowl was bone dry.
He was there every night after that and I was happy.I had a cat to love who loved me back. One night he came for the last time.He told me my mother and I had to go away. It was not good for us to be there anymore. I didn't understand. I asked if he would come with me. He said he could not, but that my mother and I would move and I would be safe. I cried at the thought of leaving him behind. He said it was for the best. I never saw him again.
The rent went up and my mother could no longer afford to live there (she told me later) and we moved two weeks later. In the following weeks, there was a fire in the laundry room and burnt down most of the apartments including ours. If we were still living there we could of been killed.
My mother does not completely believe me on this. She says a ghost or cartoon can't hike the rent which forced her out. Or that a ghost can drink water but, she does remember me waking her up screaming and other nights she heard me talking in my room. She just automatically assumed I was talking in my sleep. The weird thing is, that complex was in the city, we moved to the suburbs, yet at any age, if we were in the city and she drove past the building, I pointed it out. "Hey Mom, the Cat place".
Seeing as how I am terrible with directions, this always blew her mind. I swear on my life the cat thing is true. My mom thinks I have an active immagination and my friends just think I'm freaky.

Experiences in New Jersey

By: marisa1116@yahoo.com

I have two personal experiences and two recurrent
areas of activity witnessed by many individuals over
an extended period, all of which took place in my
childhood home and the surrounding property, in
 New Jersey.
Briefly, the main house was a small Cape Cod located
at the front of a 1/2 acre property, while in the rear
was a one bedroom cottage with a shed and workshop,
where my grandparents lived.
My experiences took place in my bedroom, located on
the second floor. My room had an outcove (dormer) with
a window seat facing the street, and one night, when I
was around 8 (1978), I woke up to see what looked like
a gray outline of a woman in a robe walking from the
outcove across the center of my room, directly in
front of the foot of my bed. I panicked and broke a
porcelain table lamp trying to get the light on, but
by the time I looked back, it was gone.  She didn't
look at me or seem to notice I was watching her.
The second experience took place about a year later -
it was evening, but still fairly light in the room. I
looked up and saw the outline of my grandfather
standing against the wall opposite my bed, he was
wearing a suit and looking straight at me. About a
year earlier, he had gone to visit my uncle for the
weekend, when a prostate tumor burst. We were very
close and I never got to say goodbye to him, so I
think that's why he came back.
Found out much later, from an elderly neighbor who
lived across the street, that the woman who lived in
the home before us had died of cancer. Her husband, a
doctor, was having an affair with a nurse at his
office, and my neighbor used to see her sitting in the
window seat waiting for her husband to come home at
night.  After she passed away, her husband sold the
house, married the nurse, and moved away.   So, I
suspect that what I witnessed was a replay of a very
sad nightly ritual.
Of the recurrent incidents, I have an explanation for
one, none for the longer lasting and more
disturbing... Sitting next to my grandparents' cottage
was a smallish (10' x 10') rusty metal shed, and for
as long as I can remember we (friends, neighbors,
family) heard violent banging coming from inside of
it. My parents called out animal control thinking a
rabid raccoon was trapped, they called out
exterminators thinking that something might be nesting
inside, and they even called out the gas company,
concerned that there was some sort of leak or pocket
underneath the shed, but nobody ever found anything.
Please understand, that the banging wasn't the
disturbing factor - rather, it was the horrible
feeling you'd get going near that shed. I saw grown
men jog away from it in broad daylight - something was
just very wrong there, and my eyes are tearing up just
thinking about it.
The explainable recurrent experience involved my
grandfather's workshop located directly behind the
shed. He had turned it into a little quiet place where
he'd drill his bowling balls, and after he passed
away, we'd often hear the familiar drop of balls on
the floor.  Ironically, and thankfully, after his
death, the banging in the shed and that dreadful black
feeling we got when going near it, lessened
dramatically.

Granddad and others

By: dboberle@pctc.net

One first has to do with when I was 8yrs old in a small town in
Northeast Colorado.My grand father had passed away that spring  that
summer me and my brother and 3 sisters went to stay with grandma.On day
we were in the back room and we wanted a game down off the high shelf in
closet so we left our baby sister who was around 3 at the time.We get
grandma and return to the room.Vallie was gone and the back door was
opened.We looked every where for her.Finally she shows up a couple of
hours later.We asked her where she went.She said Grandpaw took her tothe
fair.She did have a ballon.Needless to say we did not belive her but
grandma did and that fall she moved out of the  house because granddads
spirit would not leave.And still to this day she will not go back in
that house.        My next experience happened 11 years later.I was
livivg out side of Brigsdale,CO the middle of no where.I had a room mate
at the time that had 3 kids ,and 2 dogs that where outside animals
only.It all started that winter. I was sleeping one of the couchs in the
living room Kristian the middle child was on the other around 2am I hear
some one calling for Kristian I get up and look around I see three
people a man and two women on eith side of him the clothes they were
wearing were the type worn in the1700-1800s.I told them they should
leave.They vanished.All was calm until that summer .Your in the kitchen
you have a night light on the east wall.That is in direct sun light in
the afternoon.It keeps flickering on when there is no shadow in the
room.I was standing at the sink doing dishes I have a ponytail in my
hair it is 105 degrees out side no breeze and we did not have a air
condition.I felt a cool breeze on the back of my neck.And the hair on
the back of my neck stood on end.I ran out of there.I told the people
who owned the house.They say it is haunted.The house was built on an old
cematary.I kind of wish they would have told us.They finally sat down
and told us the history of the land.Thank You for letting me share.I
have more that happened about 8 years ago.

By: Tigerlilly8404@aol.com
 

Hi. I am 23 years old and i live in hopewell is in dutchess. About my little
experience, when i was about my sisters age round maybe 8 i was laying down
in my tent only for indoor use i was wide awake and on the right side, i saw
a moving object against my tent on the outside big enough look like a cat was
on the side but when i went to push it, there was nothing there and there was
no wind or a breeze. Very weird i remember how there was nothing there. Thank
you.

By: emrickk @hotmail.com
 

About 2 years ago I lived in a small community called Courtice, ON, Canada.  My one bedroom basement apartment was fairly new and I lived alone with my two cats, Veronica and Theodore.  (Their names are a whole other story!!)  Anyway, my apartment was small with a main entrance through the kitchen and another entrance through the living room that led to the backyard.  This night was not unlike others, I went to bed early as I had to be at work early the next morning.  I followed my regular routine, checking the doors, brushed my teeth and settled in to bed.  Later I woke up to hear my cat rushing from one end of the apartment to the other, and some other unidentifiable noise in the background.  I started to dismiss the noise as part of a dream, but it wasn't fading away.  My cats continued to meow and rush through the house which is also very strange.  My cats only become excited when I have company.  This was company I didn't want!!  I started to focus and looked out my bedroom to door into the livingroom to see what the cats were doing that had them in such a fit.  Instead I saw two figures standing in my livingroom, looking around and pointing at things.  The noise seemed to become more of a whisper and the sound of my heart and heavy breathing were quickly drowning out everything else.  I didn't move, I just watched.  The figures appeared young; one was a girl and the other a boy about the age of 15-20.  I must have been watching them for about 5 minutes when the girl suddenly seemed to realize I was there.  She didn't move from her spot, just appeared to lean forward a little and squint as though she were trying to get a closer look at me.  I froze.  That was when she waved at me.  I was done for!  I jumped out of bed, turned on the light and ran into the livingroom prepared to confront whoever or whatever was in my apartment.  Nothing was there.  My doors were still locked and I stood in my livingroom alone with my two cats.  I called 911 and reported what I saw.  The police came and checked things out and I'm certain they shared a good laugh when they left.  Nothing like this ever happened again while I lived there.
Strange things have happened to members of my family for as long as I can remember, but they never happened to me until then.  A few years before that incident I went to see a psychic and she told me I was surrounded my spirits.  I didn't really take her seriously.  I should have because I listened to the tape she made of our session and she also described my husband and step son who I met years later.  I'm definitely a believer!!
Thanks for listening!
 

By: LEGLI@aol.com
 

When I was approximately 2 or 3 years old, I spent a night in the hospital
for a minor procedure.  During the night, I awoke to hear strange voices
calling my name and trying to get me to come and join them.  I remember
something grabbing at my hand as well.  Around the age of I would say 5 or 6,
I began awakening at night to the same types of voices.  They knew my name
and continually harassed me and kept me from sleeping.  Sometimes, if my hand
happened to fall over the side of the bed, they would grab my hand.  I never
had the courage to actually open my eyes and look to see what was grabbing at
it.  These events would happen only at night and not just in my bedroom at
home.  They also happened when I stayed overnight with my grandparents who
lived next door.  One night, I woke to this horrible panting and growling
noise.  I felt pressure on my chest and couldn't breathe or move.  When I
opened my eyes, I saw a large bull with red eyes on top of me.  I gathered
all the strength I had and finally managed to sit up and after I did so, it
disappeared.  Another night I awoke completely paralyzed to the sound of
laughter and a threatening voice.  After all of these instances, I used to
scream for my parents.  They never heard or saw anything and thought I just
had an overactive imagination.  After awhile, I was afraid to even admit why
I was screaming for them and when my father would come in the room I'd just
ask for a drink of water.  The voices would taunt me with that.  They'd
torment me for awhile and then say, "Go ahead and ask for a drink of water
now!" and laugh.  It was very frightening.  Then, I learned that a friend of
mine, who lived right across the river from me, was experiencing the same
type of thing.  There was a river that ran behind our house, with railroad
tracks behind that, and then houses.  She lived in one of those houses.  On
nights when they weren't harassing me, I could actually hear them across the
river harassing her!  This continued sporadically until we reached the age of
around 7 years old.  Then everything stopped and we never heard or saw
anything again even though we continued to live in the same homes for many
years after that.  I have never been able to explain it, and it still bothers
me to this day.  Could it be that we were victims of a haunting?  Could it be
that I attracted the spirits of deceased patients when I was in the hospital
and they followed me home?  Why would all the phenomina just abruptly end?

By: a.l.hale@larc.nasa.gov

Two years ago, my partner and I moved into my Grandmother's home on a
temporary basis to take care of her.  She was born in 1918, and married my
Grandfather in 1936.  She and I were never close, but my Grandfather and I
were.
Granddad served in the Navy during World War II, in the South Pacific,
France and England.  He always believed in waking up before sunrise, and
was up and cooking breakfast every morning by 6:00 am.  He loved swing
music, the music of his youth, and his favorite hobby was gardening.
When my partner and I moved into the house where my Granddad had died in
1996, we decided to use the bedroom where Granddad had died.  That didn't
bother me--I am from an old family, in whose homestead many family members
have lived and died.  Not long after moving in, we started to notice some
unusual occurrences:
After we had lived there for about three weeks, I was awakened at 5:30 a.m.
by some voice I couldn't identify.  At first, I thought it may have been
the television and was coming from my Grandmother's room.  I walked into
the hallway, and knew that it was coming from the living room.  When I
walked into the living room, I discovered that the sound was coming from an
alarm clock on the sideboard.  The alarm was set for 5:30 a.m., had not
been touched in weeks, and had not gone off before.  I thought nothing of
the event, until the following night, when my partner and I were awakened
at about 3:00 a.m. by the sound of the storm door creaking open, a key in
the deadbolt lock, and the heavy wooden door being opened and then
shut.  We heard heavy footsteps crossing the living room, and heading into
the kitchen.  I got up, sure that someone was in the house.  I looked into
the living room, and noticed that the front porch light was on
(motion-detector).  Our two cats, who are shy around others,  were standing
in the hallway looking towards the kitchen; not afraid, just curious.  I
said "who's there?" loudly and when I received no response, I checked out
the rest of the house.  There was no one there.  This happened several
times throughout our stay in the house.
The most amazing occurrence was on December 7.  At about 9:00 pm, we were
in the back of the house reading, when we heard the sound of drums.  At
first, we thought it was someone in the neighborhood playing loud
music.  When we opened the window, however, we heard no music.  We checked
to see if my Grandmother's television was on in her bedroom, but it
wasn't.  We walked into the hallway, and the music was coming from the
den.  As we walked closer to the den, we discovered the music was Gene
Krupa's Drum Boogie.  The music stopped when we got to the den.  How
fitting for my Granddad's spirit to be playing Drum Boogie on December 7.

By: gsauceda@excite.com
 
In 1972, my husband and I purchased our first new home. After 2 or 3 years I noticed a pinching sensation on my butt everytime I walked down the hallway. Months later I always seemed to be missing my hairbrush or other things from my makeup table minutes after I had just used them. I would backtrack, only to find them in unusual places later such as the refrigerator.
I would mention the\is to my husband or children and they would look at me as is I was losing my mind.
One evening as we all slept, we jumped out of our skins as we were blasted into awakeness at the loud sound of music. This started happening almost every night and always at midnight or a a minute past.
As we all sat in the livingroom watching T.V., the kitchen light came on and then it shut off. My husband looked at me, and then towards the children, and back at me again. He asked, "Did you see that?" I just said, "M-hm."
He said, "but we are all in here in the same room! And that light came on and off by itself!" I told him I have been telling him that but he always made me seem as if I was crazy.
This ghost, I named him Shakesphere, got to toying with me; pinching my butt, hiding my things and then replacing them, and sometimes I could see shadows of him in the hall. I got so used to having him around and he never hurt anyone.
One night after I went to bed, I felt someone moving me at me shoulder and calling my name. I thought it was my daughter, and I ignored it. I felt it again, and again I heard my name called to wake up. I yelled out, "What!" and as I awoke, I saw my candle was melting onto my stereo lid and had caught on fire on the entertainment center. I had fallen asleep with the candle lit. I put out the fire, and saw I was alone in the bedroom. I checked on the kids and they were fast asleep, and my husband was in th livingroom watchiing T.V. I belive that Shakesphere alerted me to the fire. I had. asked my husband and he said he was in the LR the whole time.
My granddaughter also saw a dog that trapped her in the bedroom barking at her she said, yet no one else could see or hear the dog even though we could see she was looking at something and crying. My younger daughter had seen a woman in black, and a child going from room to room as well.
I believe Shakesphere got bold one day as I half lied on the couch as my son and his wife were talking to me, and I felt someone's hand go up my skirt and squeezed my butt making me gasp and jump! My son looked at me and asked me what was wrong, and my daughter in law looked  at me and asked the same. I didn't know what to say.
As the years passed, they got a little bolder around my friends and family members just being pranksters. Sometimes they could smell a very sweet odor. Once as I laid in bed feeling very lonely, and I felt the weight of someone get on top of me, and just held me with arms covering mine. I even felt his breath on my hair. Not once did I feel threatened. I just felt comfort. I felt that until I slept.
I just recently sold my home after 29 years. I wonder if moved too, or should I have told the new owners?

By: Spooky753@cs.com

had a paranormal experience at my part-time job (first ever!!) and then it followed me home.  This spirit remained in my home for several months and then disappeared.
To be brief.......I must have angered whatever it was at my part-time job.......I was supervisor at a call center.........earlier in the evening I was talking to one of the call takers.....there was a storm coming up and somehow we started talking about ghosts........later that evening when it was very slow......only a few call takers spread out down in front of me..........the magic marker I use to post hourly stats flew by my head......I had just finished using it and had placed it back on the magic marker board.......I mean the marker HURLED past me @ 90 miles an hour.....I pulled my head away and thought "was that a bird in here?".  Well you know how a baseball flies past a player so fast......you can't really see it but you can tell it is white and round.......well I thought......of my.......whatever it was looked round a cylinder shaped........I didn't see where the marker had landed but somehow I just knew that it had landed in the bag that I carry everywhere with me........I got up and looked and sure enough.....there was the marker laying right in the middle of the clothes that were in my bag.....I looked back and the marker on the board was gone!!!!
The next week at work.....I happened to be typing on the computer and for some reason I looked down ( supervisors sit up on a little platform in this huge room overlooking call takers), I looked down and the momenet I did I saw, just for an instant, legs......from the knees down.......black boots on.......step up on platform and stand directly facing me......only for an instant did  I see this......but I distinctly saw it.......three weeks later my boyfriend hollers to me out of bedroom.....he was lying in bed watching TV........out of the corner of his eye he saw what appeared to be a black arm (from the elbow down) and it knocked on of the chains hanging down from celling fan......by the time I got to the room......the chain was slowing down...but it was still swinging back and forth......my boyfriend said it knocked it so hard it was swinging back and forth like a pendulum.  After that.......stero would come on in the middle of the night......noises all over the house.........things moved.....boyfriend placed a pair of sock on the bed....turned around to get another pair out of the drawer....when he turned back around socks had moved to the floor......etc.  those types of things.....fortunately it is gone......no sign for over a years.