One night I was laying down in bed at about 1:19 I closed my eyes
and I felt
a very strange presence in the room. Sudenly I couldn't move, breath, or even
open my eyes. I knew that I was still awake because I could hear my brothers
snoring in their beds. During that time I saw a girl (about 19 years old)
laying in the road surrounded with a pool of blood. I guess that she was the
victom of a hit and run accident. All through the night I found myself being
woken up to a strange presence and when I tryed to get back to sleep, I
wouldn't be able to move, breath, or open my eyes. Nothing like that had ever
happened before and hopefully it won't happen again.
Last christmas in december my parents went out to a christmas party,
had 2 of my girlfriends sleepover at my house. Around 10 at night my one
friend Emily and I were sitting in my basement typing away on the computer
when all of a sudden i hear a shaking, rattling noise. I look over just 5
feet to my left and the door to our guest bedroom was shaking violently. The
door was shut and it was as if someone was on the other side, like they were
trying to get out or something. I tapped Emily on the shoulder and pointed to
the door, and we both just stared for about 60 seconds and it just stopped.
So we both yell for my other friend Haley and we tell her what happened and
so we all ran into the living room on the main floor and crouched down behind
some plants in the corner of my living room. We were sitting beside a vent to
the basement and kept hearing eerie little noises... like movement. So seeing
as my parents weren't coming home soon Emily called her dad and asked him to
come pick us up and take us to her house. It would take him about 15 minutes
to get here so we all grabbed our stuff and waited at my front door. The
house was quiet and then all of a sudden we hear this huge crash from the
basement! We all screamed and ran outside... luckily Emily's dad was just
pulling up. And so the next morning i called my mom and told her what
happened, and she said,
"Thats funny because when i went downstairs last night to lock the backdoor
that guest bedroom door was open"
Well thats my scary event, i swear to you it's true.
It was lunch time on a warm day of October when my family and
I became witnesses to the
existence of ghosts.
I had just arrived from school and joined six members of my family who were eagerly eating steak with salad while watching the news on TV in the kitchen. Our pleasant activity was suddenly interrupted by a loud bang. All of us looked up just to catch a glimpse of what many people would consider "a ghost". The noise had been produced by the sudden opening and hitting of the yard's door against a wall at 90°, a meter from the kitchen itself.
The" white thing" didn't go "trough" the door -as many films show. What's more, it avoided a huge TV set that was placed in the middle of the kitchen, then opened a second door with the same violence, making it shut with a slam after hitting another wall at 90°. All of us were panick-stricken and couldn't utter a word. Startled, we looked one another as if trying to find an answer to the weary event. Then, without saying a word, my aunt, who was sitting opposite me, stood up and went to look for the strange visitor behind the second door, where the bedrooms were. “‘Nothing’ or ‘nobody’ was there,”my aunt said. “Just a dead silence.”
I tossed and turned in bed before sleeping at night for many days in a row. Sometimes I woke up with a jerk in the middle of the night, as if I could feel the ghost wandering about in the house, rustling papers, moving things... But I can’t assure that this really happened; it could well have been nightmares.
I think there are two odd things to bear in mind: the event ocurred in broad daylight, and there was no wind at all that day.
Since then, I've been trying to avoid going to the part of the house where that "thing" vanished. I was 12 when I saw that thing, and still after more than twenty years, it keeps bothering me. Sometimes I think that perhaps it could have been my eagerness to have proves of God's existence which made all that thing happen,for, when I was around 10 years old I used to pray to God for a sign of his world; perhaps that was a way to show me that he existed. I don't know.
Some other times I associate the experience with a dream I used to have: I saw myslef hiding under the kitchen table because I could feel it in my bones that a witch in black would soon come down the stairs from the roof, cross the yard, and enter the kitchen. But the thing is that what I
is that what I saw when I was 12 was not black. Anyway, I’ve had premonitory dreams many times in my life, so it could’ve well been one. The last one I had was so terrible that I found it really hard to go on
studying: this one was related to the attack on the Twin Towers. When I saw the news on TV I got shocked, impotence overtook me. I felt guilty, and stupid as well, for I had not paid attention to the message I had received; I thouht it had been a simple nightmare. I wonder what I would have done if I had understood my dream. Who would have listened? Who can you trust in this wild world where every single person dealing with the supernatural is only interested in making profit from it? Even preachers look at you as if you were crazy or as if you were telling a lie when you tell them you’ve seen a ghost, and however hard they try to conceal their feelings, they never succeed. I know what is in their minds; I feel it.
The thing is that I have never done anything to develop this gift of seeing things in my dreams to its highest extent – and I won’t, so I can’t distinguish between a simple dream and a real message. And this gets me crazy. I never ask for premonition, it just happens.
It's really difficult to find a logical explanation to such things; it is much more difficult to find professionals in the area who could account seriously for the occurrence of supernatural things, though. Something easy to find is people who laugh at your experience, but I don't really care, for I know I'm telling sth that is true. I just look at them and think "poor people, they don't know what they're laughing at."I know that it is natural that people tend to refuse what they can't understand or “control”; I myself used to do the same before my own experience. So I understand them very well.
WE ONCE LIVED IN OXFORD STREET AND IT WAS BUILT ON A CEMETRY AND
THE CHAIRS RATTLED
AND BLACK SADOWS APERRED ON THE WALL AND EVEN IN FRONT OF 7 PEOPLE THE DOOR
HANDLE WENT UP AND DOWN LIKS SOMONE WAS ON THE OTHER SIDE AND THERE WASNT I HAD
A OLD HAG ON ME AND THEY WERE CHOKING ME.i WILL NEVER GO BACK TO THAT HOUSE MANY
DIFFERENT THINGS HAPPENED THERE.
I have had many experiences with the paranormal...now, I'm only 14,
and so you probably think that I'm just making this stuff up. But, it's
all very true, and very disturbing! This are my past experiences...
It all started very small, like scary dreams, creaking floorboards, mysterious footsteps...you know, the usual. Ever since I was little, I could hear voices, and see things others can't. When I would go tell my parents, they just said it was my imagination, then later they realized it wasn't my imagination.
One year ago I was brushing my teeth and getting ready for bed, then I heard a meow from outside the bathroom door. I just stood there...frozen solid. Our cat has been dead for 5 months. I quickly looked out the bathroom door to find my cat laying down and eating his food. I screamed, and he looked up at me and said..."It's coming...". When I blinked, he disappeared. I was freaking out! I tried to convince myself that it was just my imagination, and I was seeing things because I missed him so much. I calmed down about and hour after that little incident, and I crawled into my soft, warm bed. I went to sleep, then later woke up to someone whispering, "He's here...!". I automatically opened my eyes and I saw a dark, shadowy, haze over my bed. Then I heard another meow, and I felt someone punch my in my stomach! I yelped, and started to cry bloody-murder! As I winced in pain, I looked around, and there was no one there who could have done it. The haze was still there. Looking at me with it's very distinct eyes. I was scared half-to-dealth, who wouldn't be?! I yelled for my mom, and I heard her ran frantically downstairs. She ran into my room, and she saw the haze above my bed, and started screaming. And again, there was another meow, and both of us looked down, and there was our beloved diseased cat laying on my floor with his cutesy look in his eyes. Then all of a sudden, the black haze disappeared...and so did my cat.
After that, I have had multiple encounters with my little cat. Actually he was a fat cat, but that doesn't matter... He has always warned me before hand if something bad was going to happen. He is my guardian angel. I love you Nickels. Rest In Peace my baby kitty!
Hi. Ive been reading your site and can't
believe the amount of
testimonies given by people who have had such vivid accounts of ghostly
interaction. Ive been hooked really;-). Sneaking in readings during work.
Ive always believed in the "other side" as it were but never knew so many
were affected by it daily. Either way I figured I would share my experiences
as a child with you.
In life I would have run ins every once and a while with a strange
"knowing" feeling or hearing footsteps or hearing my name called...that kind
of thing. But the clencher for me was when I turned 13. I was in New Mexico
at the 4rth of July party my Great Grandmother was having at her very old
Adobe house in Las Lunas. The night before, my cousins and I had caused a
mess of fire crackers out in the front drive. We left it for clean up the
next day. My cousins all slept in the main living room while I, being the
only girl of the grandchildren, slept with my great grandmother in a side
room. This side room was attached to a door which was left open due to the
heat of the night. It was about 5am the next morning when I kept hearing a
person going in and out of the sliding doors which were located just right
outside the open door to our room. The person kept whistling and I heard a
sweeping sound so I just lay there thinking it was my uncle who clearly
couldn't take the mess outside anymore. I have always been very nearsighted,
so what I saw as far as a figure was more of a blur of a person going in and
out of the sliding doors. Finally, I decided before i went back to sleep
I would get a drink of water. as I stepped up to the sink a huge spider
stuck his neck up at me and as a result I almost jumped out of my nightdress.
I completely woke up from this . Anyway...as I was trying to skirt the Daddy
Longlegs in the sink for some water, the whistling I had heard outside was
now coming from the back of the house. It took me by suprise because it was
so loud. I half expected to hear my cousins telling my uncle to keep it down.
But as I listened for any stirring, nothing happened. Thats when the hairs
on my neck stood up. I gained enough courage to walk to the edge of the
dining room to try and catch a glimpse of my uncle but I couldn't bring
myself to go any further. So instead I called his name two or three times.
Not hearing any response, not even the whistling stopping, I ran into my
grandmothers bed and spent the rest of the morning with her. Later that day
I asked my uncle what he was doing up so early and he said that he wasn't (of
course). I told him what had happened and he suggested I tell my great
grandmother. He didn't tell me why and I just put it down to Uncle
harassment. However when I did tell her she looked at at me smiled very
softly and said "oh, you heard him." Once again I just didn't think about
it much. Many years later in a car with my mother, I relayed the story to
her. She listened very intently. Then, after it was over, gave me a very
strange look. She then told me that my great grandfather, her grandfather,
had a distinctive habit. For the last 20 years of his life he used to get up
early in the morning, walk around the house, straighten the grounds, sweeping
and whatnot, and would always, always whistle. In fact it used to drive them
nuts. She told me that I had seen and heard my great grandfather. And
needless to say, several years later or not, It freaked me out. So much so
in fact I never liked going back to the house. It bothered me that I seemed
to have some connection to the other side and at any moment could find my
great grandfather at the end of my bed giving me boyfriend advise. But
something happened that helped me think it wasn't such a bad thing.
The last time I was there at the old adobe house in Las Ulnas my great
grandmother had had a stroke. My mother and I were actually staying with her
aunt at the time in Alberqurque but were asked in a moment of desperation to
go to the adobe house to find some insurance papers that were needed for my
great grandmothers hospital admission. The only problem was that due to my
grandmothers stroke no one could understand her. So we didn't know where
they were or what they looked like. So basically Mom and I were asked to
hunt down whatever looked like important papers.
As soon as we entered the house I didn't want to be there..staying close to
Mom as she wandered room to room looking through drawers and chests. I also
felt annoyed at the fact that we really didn't know what we were looking for.
After about a half an hour I found myself in the bathroom alone. Once again
I found some courage and actually talked to my grandfather. I said
"grandfather, as you know grandma is in the hospital and she needs some
insurance papers. But no one can understand her. Do you know where they
are? Just let me know and Ill get them to her." Then Im sure I make some
wisecrack about getting out of the house. But as I left the bathroom I
remember thinking I needed to be open and actually waited for some sign. I
can't explain what I felt...it didn't really feel like anything except
feeling off balance. And I fell toward a corner closet covered with a
drape. Somehow this felt "right." I walked in and looked to my left. There
was a stack of boxes in the corner. The third one was a little metal cash
box. I remember feeling excited, like I had found it. But didn't have any
idea what I found. Immediately I took it to the dining room table and opened
it. There on top where Insurance papers of some sort. Again I felt the
"knowing" feeling. To me it feels like a hard resolve. Like there is just
nothing more to say because you just know. I gave the papers to my mother
who contested they were not the ones she needed. However I knew better.
She, finally having found no other option took them to the hospital. Later
that night we got a call from Mom. She asked me how I knew where and what
they were because they were exactly what the hospital was looking for. I
didn't give her all the sorted details but thanked my great grandpa for the
help. And as a bonus, Ive never been back to the house lol. Thanks for
taking the time;-).
Hello, I believe that I have had a ghost or some presence with me
time now. It started when I lived in Fanwood New Jersey in 1980 I would say.
Noises, things missing, and the sensation of someone touching me. My firsr
real experience happened when I came home from school one day. I was in the
living room when I heard the attic door open and close. I was the only home
at the time. I peeked around the corner to see what was going on. There was
no one there, but I could hear footsteps walking down the stairs. They were
wood, and squeaked when you walked down them. That was the biggest incident
while we lived there. Throught the years my family has moved across the
country. While we lived in VA I attended school in Manassas Va. This is when
I first saw an apperation. I belived it to be a Confederate soldier. It only
lasted a brief few seconds. Well now I am grown and have kids of my own. I
believe my oldest son who is 4 can aslo sense the presence. He tells me that
someone talks to him and plays with him. He calls him the "professor" This
strted a few years ago. He will wake up in the middle of the night and I
can hear him wispering to someone. I don't believe these presences to be
harmful. The last major insident happened around the time the Professor
showed up. I was outside having a smoke while my family was inside asleep.
It was around 1 in the morning. When I tried to get back in the house the
top bolt was locked. Nobody was up besides myself. I banged on the door for
10 minutes before my wife woke up and opened it up. Well there are many more
stories I have, but I will not ramble on. If interested please let me know.
Thank you for your time.
My Ghost Story
Wanna hear my story?? O well you are going to anyway. It started
about a year
ago. My friends & I discovered this abandoned house on the end of town &
decided to look around in it. We went at night & brought a video camera with
us. When we took it back to the house to watch it we saw a shadowy figure at
the top of the stairs. We later came to find out that what supposedly
happened was this woman that used to live there had a kid & killed it & then
she threw herself down the stairs. We went back to the house & found these
old letters. We started to read them & this really heavy chandelier started
to violently swing & this ... unexplainable force went through all of us.
That night we went back & plugged in this light bulb so we could see & it was
extremely hot in the house. We went upstairs for about 2 minutes & decided to
go back downstairs. The second we hit the first stair we realized that it was
so cold that was could see our breath. Everyone started to freak out so we
decided to leave. I grabbed the light bulb off the floor & was like "We have
to turn off the light," & everyone started walking toward me. Someone said
"turn off the light" & at that very instant the light bulb in my hand
exploded ... turned blue... & faded away. The next time we went a light bulb
flew across the room for no reason. We went back & the chandelier was
swinging again. Then next time we brought an Ouija board & we asked it if
there was a ghost in the house & right after we asked it we heard what
sounded like a person jumping upstairs but there wasn't anyone up there. We
brought an Ouija board the following time also & I have NO clue why but for
some reason I felt the need to spin. So I was spinning around the room & my
friends told me that I was hysterically laughing but I don't remember doing
it. What I do remember is while I was spinning in a corner of the room I saw
a woman ... probably in her 30's.. staring at me. After I saw her I stopped
spinning & sat down to do the Ouija board with my friends. We asked it what
its name was & it said Sara (which is the name of the woman all the notes
were to that we had found). Another time we went & a door fell for no reason &
there were little kids finger prints on it. We still go to this very
day..... it's our entertainment in our little town. So there is my story.
Hope you liked it ... later!
it all started when i came home one night and found that the cd player
stereo in my bedroomwas open. i thought that this was strange since i never
leave it open, but i thought nothing about it. i went into the bathroom to
get ready for bed and when i came out the tape player was open. now this was
strange, but i laughed about and called one of my friends and jokingly said i
had a ghost in my house. we laughed about it and then i went to bed. the next
night i noticed that my cat was acting strange. she just kept staring into my
bedroom from the hallway. i would pick her up and move her and she would go
right back to sitting in front of my bedroom and just stare. this was really
strange. a few nights later i woke in the middle of the night because i felt
someone shaking my bed as if they were trying to wake me. i was alone! i
couldn't understand what was going on but i figured i must have been
dreaming. i told some friends the next day and they just laughed, but i
couldn't stop thinking about it. the next night, i laid in bed reading for
about an hour before turning out the lights to go to sleep. as soon as i
turned the light out the bed-shaking started again. i jumped up terrified and
went outside for a cigarette. what was going on? after a few cigarettes, i
decided to sleep on the couch. my friends continued to ridicule me. i felt
embarassed because no one belived, but something was really going on. the
next night i went back to my bed and experienced the same thing! i was really
scared. i started sleeping on the couch, only going into the bedroom when i
needed to get clothes for the next day. soon i started to notice a faint
"cigarette smoke" smell every time an "occurence" would happen. after a while
i just got used to sharing my home with a ghost. as creepy as it sounds, what
can you do about it? after about a month of this, a friend's mother told me
she had a ghost and had some people come get rid of it and she would tell
them about me. i didn't believe her just as my friends didn't believe me, but
i let her bring the "ghost busters" over. when they arrived they were much
different than i expected. two men and a woman, all 3 in their late 60s. they
walked around looking for the ghost. they finally found it in my bathroom of
all places. i didn't believe a word they said. i thought the whole thing was
set up to make me feel better. they said the ghost was a female name
"cassandra" and that she was about the same age as me. (i'm 25). they all
held hands and told the ghost that she was no longer welcome. ( i felt kinda
bad for the ghost). finally they finished and said the ghost was gone. i
still didn't believe that anything they did was true, but i have had no
further ghost activity since.
My GHost Pt 2
i just wanted to add that the most shocking thing about the whole
is that my friends and family didn't believe me. i had no reason whatsoever
to make the story up. it has been 2 years since the "experience" and people
still joke with me about it. i left alot out of my story just to condense
it, but it is true. the people that got rid of it told me that the ghost was
a girl my age and she died in a motorcycle accident. they said that she
"connected" with me because we had similar personalities. they said that 2
spirits came and took her to where she needed to be. they said they didn't
know who the 2 spirits were, but they were either friends or family of the
girl. it is an experience that i'm glad i went through but never want to go
through again. it has confirmed my belief in the afterlife. i will never
First of all, I'd like to say that although my family has never been
dabbled in any paranormal practices, but we were always taught to have
respect for the dead and those on "the other side". When this
incident occurred, I was about 10 years old.
It was close to midnight, and as usual, I had waited for my parents to go to bed and turned my bedside lamp on and began reading a book. There was motion in my peripheral vision and I looked up rather alarmed and saw my Uncle John standing there.
Immediately, I felt calm. I didn't question his being there as it didn't seem strange. He talked to me briefly, telling me that he loved me and to promise to be good. When he ended by saying that he wouldn't be back to see me anymore, I began to cry and ask him why. Right before my eyes, he began to become transparent. Fading slowly, his smiling face began to split, spilling blood onto his plaid shirt. Just as one side of his head seemed to drop to the floor, he disappeared completely. My sense of calm was gone, and I realized what had just happened to me. I jumped from my bed and ran down the stairs to my parents room.
About half way down the stairs, the telephone began to ring. I burst into my parents room, out of breath and crying, wanting too tell them what had happened. Instead, when I opened my mouth, I heard my own voice say, "Aunt Mary needs you on the phone!"
The conversation was short and to the point. My mother was crying, and Daddy was on the phone, trying to calm Aunt Mary.
Later that morning, my mom asked me how did I know Aunt Mary had been on the phone. I told her everything, and she backed away from me as I spoke.
Uncle John had been driving down the two lane highway to his farm when his pick up truck was hit by an 18 wheeler. The service was closed casket, his head had been damaged beyond repair. In fact, it had been nearly cleaved in two.
My Friends Grandma and ALSO a St.Augustine,FLA Store Haunting
Hello again....I wanted to share with you another story. I've had
a few experiences in the past.....my other story is posted on one of these
pages and I will try to post the other ones I have now as I've put it off
long enough! Sorry if this story is long...but it s a nice story. I only
wished I would have done something when it happened.
First off, I am 39 yrs old and this first story happened in the summer of 1984. I was living in Cincinnati, Ohio at the time and came back here to Florida over the summer to visit family and friends. My one friend I had known for many many years and I was 22 yrs old. in 1984, and my friend Lee Anne was 19.
This happened while I was staying at her parents house here in Jacksonville, Florida. Her grandmother Vida Bell(O'Quinn) had died.. I want to say about a year before I got down to Florida, I am not too sure. I always called her Grandma, as I knew her a bit better then my own. She used to live in Georgia and they moved her here to Florida to live with her son, Walter and daughter-in-law, Carole at their new house, a huge 4 bedroom, 2 bath home in the Holiday Hill area, as her health was not so good and I honestly cannot recall what she died from, but she died inside the house. I knew this of course before staying there... and I thought nothing of it.
Well, I was to stay in the one bedroom, a good sized room and there was a bed, dresser and a recliner. I said....to LeeAnnes Mom Carole (who I used to call Mom), " Mom, why is that chair in here?" She laughed and said," Oh that was grandmas... this was her room." I about hit the floor...." Oh no, I can't stay in her room....she died in here". Mom says, "Yep, in that very chair... dont worry, she is not here."
I had always been sensative, as the house I grew up in was haunted with a residual haunting and I KNOW when a place is hauned.. a certain feeling or vibe comes over me and I knew Grandma was still there, but I couldnt ever tell Carole or Walter about ghosts and things as they were very very christian and I did not think they would ever believe me if I said I had a FEELING she was there, as they'd think I was nuts.
Well.. I told LeeAnne, lets switch rooms for a night and she refused and said, " No way.. grandma died in there", I said, "Oh come on now LeeAnne, if grandma is here.. she is every where in here", She said.." No Nita I think she stays in there where she died".
Her parents room was on the south side of the house, and the other 3 bedrooms were on the north side of the house... and in the short hall, to the left of the Family room...was the 3 bedrooms...to the left was LeeAnnes room, then the bathroom straight in front of that hallway and to the east...the other 2 bedrooms.
LeeAnne said to me that she used to hear Grandma calling out to her dad, not often, but a few times and she would run from the bedroom into the living room about tearing down the wall to get to the family room and you could see where she had bumped it a few times being scared and running. I said, " No reason to be scared LeeAnne, she was your grandma!", She said, " I know but I dont care to see the woman now, she is dead". I said,"Physically she is... I sense she is here....we should NOT be scared LeeAnne." Well.. I was really a bit freaked out, and I used to sense her in the hallway alot and LeeAnne said that grandma used to get her walker and walk thru the hall to the Family room real slow, as she was about 70 something and could not go that fast. LeeAnne even said they used to hear the bell they gave her to ring when she needed them... but just ignored it... I never heard the bell.
After a few weeks of staying there, LeeAnnes parents were out at their square dancing classes and LeeAnne and I were home. It was around 6:30pm or so and LeeAnne had come home from work, and we were in the kitchen trying to think of what to make for dinner. In the center of the kitchen was a work island and to the north was the familyroom area...and then the kitchen and to the south of that was the dining room area, and her parents room.
She got out hot dogs to heat up in the microwave..and I got out a box of macaroni and cheese... and a saucepan to start boiling the water for the macaroni. We were talking in the kitchen... and you know how it is.. staring at a pot of water wont make it boil any faster....a watched pot wont make it boil I think is the saying. Well LeeAnne and I were chatting and I was by the stove and she was at the cooking island with paper plates , and mayonaise out and ketcup, mustard and I walked over to the island and put some potato chips on my plate and we both heard..."Walter?" She was on one side and I was on the other and we looked up at each other....like, " OH MY GOD! GRANDMA!!" I said, " Did you hear that?" She said.." I told you! Its her!" We heard her call out again, " Walter". I freeze and LeeAnne said," Im getting the hell out of here Nita!" I said..." But LeeAnne!" She turned the stove off and grabbed her purse and car keys off the bar and I said as I grabbed my purse.." Grandma, Walter is out Square dancing with Carole...Bye!!!"
We high tailed it out of there and LeeAnne was just a shaking as she started her car up.." I told you grandmas ghost was here!" We got down the road and I dont recall where we went but about 45 minutes later we came back home. And Carole and Walter were back. We went in thru the garage and her parents asked, "Why did the two of you leave all this out on the counter and on the stove?" We both said," We heard grandma calling out Walter...Walter! So we left the house". Carole said, " She isnt going to bite you!" " Well we got scared by it and left". So.. I walk towards the bedrooms and I was so on edge....I said..."Grandma.. you can leave now..." Needless to say I did not sleep in her old bedroom that night. And what was real weird...I ended up gettig a part time job while there on my summer visit, and I used to make my bed every day before leaving for work, and when I came home after 5:00pm, you could see where it looked like some one sat there... the bedspread was messed up a bit and it was a small imprint.....grandma Bell was not that big a person and the indent would have matched hers if she has been sitting there..... that used to freak me out.... I wished I would have spoken to her if I could.... I would talk out loud in case she WAS around and told her I was sleeping in her bed and I wont bother any thing... and I always reminded her she knew me... just in case she forgot who I was...and in her room....funny though.. I would feel her around, and I never did hear her again while there, nor did LeeAnne....We told her we'd rather not hear her talking now, but she was welcome to walk about the house like in life... but hearing her was a bit scarey.
Thanks for letting me share this with all of you.Take care!
i am 14 years old and my brother and mother and i live in an old
victorian style mansion in southern california. i an 100% sure that there
is one or more presences in my house for some of teh following reasons.
one night (halloween this year) i was sleeping and was suddenly awakened
my my alarm clock (which was broken) at 2:00 in the morning. all of the
lights in my room slowly turned on and the door creaked opened and then
closed. i was so scared i was practically paralized. at that time my dog
leaped off of my bed and started barking madly. and then i heard a kind
of a crasha nd then the whimpering sound of my dog. i ran to the door an
there was a presence of a child holing a stick and my dog laying wounded
on the floor. the child looked mad and then disapeared. that was 1 another
night i woke to go to the washroom which was down the hall when i
looked to wards the kitchen and i saw what looked like a man walking across
my kitchen , this man looked gloomy. he looked at me did a sort of half
smile and then preceded to walk towards my kitchen area. i am so
scared of my house at night, because of these experiences
i hope that you can put my stories on your website to make peope aware of ghosts and their existance in a human world
On September 22, 2001 I got married to the most wonderful man.
After getting back from our honeymoon in Florida we had gotten back most
of our proofs from the wedding. In a couple of pictures of just me
with no one else in the picture I new that my late father was with me all
day. In one picture taken at my mothers house there was a red aura
above my head and in another picture at the reception there was some orbs
around me. I felt alot more happy knowing that my Dad/best friend
was at the wedding. When seeing these pictures I was more calm, rather
then being scared. It was sad knowing that my father wasn't there
in person, but he was there in spirit, quite literally. Now I know
that all spirits are not scary.
Hi! Before I start, I wanted to say that I am
experienced with ghosts and the paranormal. I even
hope to lead a ghost expedition soon. I am a big fan
of your site and visit regularly, but I have decided
to finally send in some true ghost stories I know.
This one did not happen to me but my father, When he
was 13 he and his family bought a very old house in
Tullahoma, Tennessee. Nobody told them about it being
haunted and when they moved in all was fine. My Dad's
room was a normal size bedroom with a bathroom than
connected to it. Well, after a while, strange things
started to happen! They heard horrible fighting and
yelling noises from his room and as my Great
Grandfather walked by one day a gold plated lighter
flew from the room and broke a picture on the wall!
Every Wednesday night, the bathtub in the bathroom
would run water and soap would pour in. My dad
witnessed this several times....after a while the
family found out that a man had fought with his
wife(explains the noises), after she left he ran a
tub(on a Wednesday night), and drowned himself. They
found a picture of this man and what was he holding in
it? A golden lighter. This freaked out the family and
they had the bathroom torn out. The events never
happened again. Please believe me. Oh, and I
appreciate any e-mails back with questions or anything
HI my name is Sheena and I came across your site and I have decided
to share a story with you. My dad passed away very suddenly this past April
in a tragic accident. It was a couple days before his fueneral and we had
a few relatives on my mom's side of the family staying in campers in our
yard and my boyfriend was staying with us too. Other than him, my brother
was the only other male in the house that night. My boyfriend got up to
go to the washroom in the middle of the night. When he got to the bathroom
he realized that someone was in there. He went into the kitchen to wait
for his turn. When he thought he heard the toilet flush he went back to
the bathroom. He saw a male figure come out that looked like my dad. Not
knowing who was all staying with us, he just assumed it was my dad's older
brother. He didn't say anything to me because of it. About 3 weeks later
he told me about it. As I was listning to this, I realized that it couldn't
have been my uncle, because no one on my dad's side stayed with us. We
discussed all the possibilities of who it could have been at such a late
hour. And we came to the conclusion that it couldn't have been my brother
or anyone living. I truly believe it was my dad.
When I was born my parents owned two sweet cats, Ranch, a male(now
would be about 11), and Dorita, a female(now would be 12). I rember playing
'vet' with Ranch and Dorita, they were my first Best Friends and
you can imagine how heartbroken and lost I felt when Ranch ran away.
My dad soon found Ranch in an old abandound house, unfortunley Ranch had got thirsty and drank a large amount of anti-freeze that had been accidentaly left out by one of my dad's friends, we had to put him to sleep, ending his misery.
Nothing strange happened untell Dorita, who had treated Ranch like her kitten, aged and haveing authritous jumped into our dryer and died. I remember crying and not talking, not eating that much and I never smiled. One night as I snuggled deep in my bed, I heard "Meow!"twice, one Dorita's and one Ranch's. I thought I was dreaming but I got up walked to my door, which was across from the place Dorita died, and looked out in the hallway, nothing was there I thought "Oh well" and went back to my bed as I climbed in two shadowey cats appeared, with bodies exactley like Ranch and Dorita's. Ranch, who had been our little foot warmer layed near my feet and Dorita sat beside him as I reached out to touch one they dissapeared. They had come back to tell me they were toghether and would be waiting for me when it was my time.
All of my life I have been certain that ghosts' and
such do indeed exist, but I have never personally
experienced anything out of the ordinary. That is,
untill my mother in law passed this year.(2001) She
fought an incredibly difficult battle with cancer and
eventually lost in April. We were all there with her
as she slowly died in front of us. Later that evening
all of us ( Meaning me, my husband, his 2 brothers,
and their wives) were sitting in the basement of our
home. We had been discussing funeral arrangments and
things of that nature. ( As young as we all were, this
responsability was left to us) I was sitting on the
stairs, and everyone else was pretty much seated in a
circly around the perimeter of the small room. My
nephew was on the floor in the center of us all
playing. ( He was almost 10 months old at this point)
Suddenly he sat up and began laughing and playing as
if someone was sitting right in front of him.(Keep in
mind this was the first and only grandchild my mother
in law had at the time. They had a strong connection)
He began uttering the words "Nana", which was his name
for her. The room grew incredibly cold, which all of
us immediatly noticed Then i felt a gust of wind come
up in front of me, over my head, then go up the
stairs. At the point when "it" reached the top of the
stairs, our two dogs began barking uncontrolably. Our
front door slammed shut,(Yea I am sure i could chalk
it up to the wind, but it was to much of a
coinsidence) Shortly after the door slammed our sensor
lights out in front of our house went on. No one was
there! This all happened as if ity were a domino
effect. One right after the other. Shortly after the
experience (I would say 3 hours or so) The boys,
including my husband, went out to pick up dinner for
all of us. The two other wives went upstairs and began
setting the table. I had a lot of laundry and things
of that nature to get done.(We were in the hospital
for almost two solid weeks before she passed) I began
picking up my husbands laundry and carrying it into
our laundry room. After it was in the washer, I
quickly turned to the mirror, and pulled my hair back
into a ponytail. At that moment, I felt my mother in
laws arms around me. I knew it was her. I could even
smell her. She was so short, that when she did hug me,
her arms we pretty much around my waste, so I knew it
was her. I wasn't scared, and it only lasted a few
seconds. I think she saw me taking care of her son and
it pleased her to know that I would always be there to
take care of him. That was the only time that anything
like that has ever happened to me.
I didn't think that my experience was significant
enough to put on here, but after reading your index of
haunted places I realize that I can verify some
information for you. I was a student at Moravian
College in Bethlehem, PA from 1992-1996, and I can
tell you that yes, the old music building was used as
a hospital for revolutionary war soldiers. I can also
tell you that I used my student i.d. to "card" open a
locked basement door (with my boyfriend, mom, and
brother who were visiting) in that building to see if
those legendary tunnels existed, and they do- and I've
heard that they go all the way to a hotel up the
street (I think it's the Sun Inn), but they're boarded
up, and so creepy you wouldn't want to go in them
anyway! The most fascinating thing I read on your
website was that unexplained "lights" have been seen
in the area of that building- I DEFINITELY saw
something like that- My boyfriend and I were standing
on the top floor of my dorm, "Main Hall," looking out
the windows one night, and we saw what looked like a
bright light move quickly from one window to the next
on the building across from us, which is part of the
old music building. We both immediately looked down at
the yard, to see who had run by so quickly, and we
were amazed to see that there was no one there. I
would have thought I had imagined it if I had been
alone when I saw this. A classmate of mine lived in
Main Hall as well, and she said that whenever her
roomate opened the door, the sound of their electric
fan would change slightly because of the air pressure.
So one day, she was sitting on her bed reading, and
the fan sounded as though the door had been opened,
although it hadn't, and the room got very cold for
about 10 seconds. I'm not sure if that story is true
or not, but there are many stories like that about Moravian.
I wanted to share my stories with someone and after reviewing your
for many hours I felt more compelled to tell you my story.
I'm 27 years old and have always had a strange sense about things and
people. As a child I was born and raised in Ft. Lauderdale, FL and have
experienced many unusual happenings. I grew up in this house located
at 1139 NW 17th Avenue and I never liked that place, I always had the
feeling that I was being watched in that house even when I was alone.
I remember one instance when I was sleeping that I suddenly woke to an
uneasy feeling that someone was watching me when I opened my eyes I saw
a white hazy figure of a man in my doorway at first I thought it was my
father due to the fact that I was just waking his appearance did not frighten
me. I got up to go to my parent's room to see if they were a wake and
found them sound a sleep. At first I didn't tell anyone in the house
but then my sister told me of one evening when she fell a sleep on the
couch and started to wake up to a white figured carrying her to bed, she
thought it was my mother but turned out it wasn't.
Many of my sisters and brothers recall strange things going on in that
house and till this day we all still get a chill when we talk about it.
Not to mention that this house was right next door to what at the time
seemed like the creepiest place in the world. We use to call it the old
house and all are friends and us would play in there, we would scare each
other and just hang out. However, any time someone would move in they
would move out quickly, the last family and actually the only family that
I can recall living in that house moved out within three months. They
left an old abandoned car in the driveway, which didn't work or even have
a battery in it. I recall one day on my way to school hearing music coming
from the car and I was freaking out because I knew that car didn't work.
That night my sisters and brothers and I were in my parent's room watching
TV when I looked out the window to see the car engulfed in flames. My
father ran out the house to try and extinguish the fire, thank God he
was able too.
We eventually moved out of that house and on to Massachusetts, but something
in that house still haunted me. For years after leaving that house I
would have nightmares about that place and it would be the same dream
"All my family moves back into the house, and its exactly the same as
it was when I was a child however, were all adults now and then the dream
changes and I'm alone looking around the house and I wander into the kitchen
an open the bottom cabinet and find a dead body of a young lady in it."
You can imagine how terrifying these dreams must have been for me.
So in 1993 I took a trip back to Florida and I went back to that house
because this was the root to my dreams and the only way I was going to
get rid of these feelings were to confront whatever it was in that house.
So I went there and took a picture of the house and titled it my nightmare
and confronted my past and till this day I have not had a dream about
that house again.
I want to thank you for allowing me the opportunity to share my story,
believe me there is a lot more to it and one day if I have the time and
courage I will right it all down for you but till then I think this will
have to do.
Hello again! My name is Melanie and I submitted a ghostly experience
about a few months ago that I had outside of Reno NV in Virginia City.
An old saloon town. Anyways I thought I would share another experience
that I had more close to home. My mom's home. I was visiting her one
night and was spending the night there. It was about midnight and my
mom had fallen asleep on the couch. She sleeps sporatically and wakes
up automatically about every 2 hrs. So, she is asleep on the couch and
I am sitting in the recliner channel surfing as I am a wicked night
owl. It was in the summertime so it was hot in the day but more cool at
night. Well right next to me on a chair we had one of those double fans
set up and before she fell asleep my mom shut the fan off and unplugged
it. So here I am flicking, and out of the corner of my eye I see the
fans rotating. I just sort of looked over and watched these fans
rotating. I couldn't believe it. It sort of surprised me but not
really because my mom's apt. has a reputation for being haunted. We
have named the ghost Emily. I am not sure why, that is the name that
popped into my head one night. So I get up to make sure the fan was off
and unplugged and it was. My mom is still sleeping on the couch.
Periodically the fan does this throughout the night. I am just sitting
next to it just watching it. I said, Emily, I know you are here what do
you want? The fan goes on again. Apparently she was hot. Then I hear
my mom say who are you talking to as she had just woken up. I was like
oh just Emily, the fan has been going on and off all night and I just
thought I would try and communicate with her. My mom was like-it
has?!! No sooner did she say that than the fan came on again. I said -
see Mom, look. We both turned and looked at it and started laughing.
This is one of many little episodes that happen. I should mention we
had no windows open or anything. Another thing that happened one night,
I was again crashing at my mom's as I lived in another state and when I
would come to Maine I would just stay at my mom's. So I was in the
bathroom getting ready to go out, my mom and I were gonna hit the town
of Portland and cause some chaos. We have fun. Anyways, she just spent
like forever in the bathroom getting ready and I was just freshening up
my hair touching up my lipstick and I hear this -MELANIE, MELANIE--HURRY
UP! I come flying out of the bathroom saying - Mom you can take forever
to get ready and I just want to touch up and you're trying to rush me!
My mom just looked at me dumbfounded. I was like - why are you looking
at me funny and she said Melanie, I haven't said one word since I've
been out here. She was sitting on the couch watching t.v. I was like
you are joking right, you're teasing me. She sweared to God that she
wasn't and I told her what I had just heard and she was like -Oh my
God. That is weird. We chalked it up to Emily. There are so many
other strange things that happen in my mom's apt. Too many to write
here, I have taken up enough of your time and space. I think this
website is the best one I have been on regarding paranormal activity. I
love it. Please keep up the good work!
My friend Helen and I had been in our local pub for most of the evening
(we had been drinking Cola all night), but decided to walk down to
another one close by as there was a band we like playing there. The
town that we live in is quiet and "unassuming" so we though nothing of
walking through the cemetery that was on the way to the other pub
(you're probably thinking "oh, here we go...another cemetery story!!!"),
it was right in the middle of the two pubs so it was the usual, quick
walk. It was around 9:30pm on a Sunday night in October 1998, so it was
pretty dark. We chatted and walked down the path and into the cemetery,
not giving it a second though.....all of a sudden Helen grabbed my arm
and froze on the spot "what the f**k is that?" she gasped. Thinking she
was trying to scare me I just laughed and looked over to where she was
pointing.......I could feel her shaking as she held on to me. To help
you picture the scene, the path runs directly through the middle of the
cemetery with graves on both sides, the church to the left and a row of
cottages just the other side of the graves and a little hedge to the
To my horror, there was something very large, tall and black making its
way along the small road which runs along the side of the cottages. We
were only about 15 yards away, but there was absolute silence....no
footsteps, breathing or noise of any kind. The "thing" was sort of
gliding along at a steady pace....as we couldn't see the bottom of it
because of the graves and a small hedge, we couldn't see any legs or
anything but the way it moved looked like it was on a bike!! We both
stood rooted to the spot and watched it for around 30 seconds.....it
moved along the row of cottages and down a small alley that runs along
the side of the library.
The odd thing was that it was huge, much taller than the downstairs
windows of the cottages and it was a sort of square shape. Its very
hard to describe, but it was definitely not a person. It made
absolutely no noise and moved very smoothly and slowly.
We were terrified...when it had gone we just looked at each other and
ran back to the pub. We told a couple of our friends, but they just
laughed at us and said that we were seeing things, but we knew what we'd
seen and it really frightened us. We're not the kind of girls that
scare easily and are very level headed.
On occasions we still mention it, we even went along there in daylight
to try and find a sensible explanation...even trying to work out how
tall it must have been. But we never came up with anything..........
hi im Tammy i wrote you before i have had yet another paranormal
thing happen i say paranormal
because i have some plants that were given to me, the only reason i took them was because my cousin was so proud of me when she gave them to me, well i lied to her and said i would take good care of them but i didnt infact everytime i passed in the hall and it seems that damn plant would try to trip me well everytime that would happen i would just kick it in the corner and say you think
your smart but i am smarter i wont water you well i would leave for work to come home and find the damn thing watered and sitting on the counter i know noone has a key to my home not even my father and i have bars on the windows so that rules out any unwanted guest i said ok not only do you try to trip me but now your watering yourself no sooner i said that i felt something hit on the floor right under my feet three hard thuds i said f*** this s*** and i told the plant to keep watering itself cause im out of here
i went sleep at my sisters house and i talk to her around it i didnt just want to come out and say i think i have a ghost so i said that someone told me that they have a ghost and ask her what she thought to my surprise she was like them too i ask what she was talking about and she said she didnt want to scare me sence i live alone but when she slept over my house 3 weeks ago she was watching t.v and in the front of the t.v is where she saw a blurry mist like looking on top of a fire and it is all blured and thats when she woke me to say she was going to sleep at her boyfriends instead i said well thanks a lot and she said she didnt think it would hurt me in any kind of way so she didnt say anything well needless to say i havent slept there yet and that was three weeks ago
if this happen to anyone else in the Lafayette area please let me know louisiana e-mail me at email@example.com
I was in elementary school when a few of my friends and I were into ouija boards, and the dark things that typical kids are interested in at one point or another. I was always uncertain about it because my friends of our family were always warning me about what could happen, I never really believed in the supernatural. I came to find out I was naive. It was grade 8 when 2 of my friends and I had made a ouija board and I had been told that those are usually the worst kind because of all the energies you put into them. My one friend was very spiritual and did some kind of a spell or something on it to protect us, at this point I still didn't believe in any of it. Anyway, I wouldn't play it because of what my family friends had told me. The 2 girls started playing and supposedly summoned up a spirit by the name of Hope. These girls weren't always the most trusting people I had met so I thought they were just scaring me. This "hope" girl said that she wanted to kill me. I honestly thought that it was a joke, and then my mom came home and we stopped playing. It wasn't until 1 year or so later that I had been sitting in class writing notes just like any other day when I felt an unbearable pain in my left arm. I happened to be sitting beside a Very catholic girl when I said "ow, my arm really hurts" and she had turned to me looked at my arm and started to gasp as both of us noticed that there were three welts appearing from my knuckles to my elbow, then by my thumb what appeared to be an upside down cross, and close to it was the word Hope. The girl then started praying and I got up, terrified and ran to the main office and called my mother. I had told her about what was happening and of course did not believe me at all. She told me to stay calm and she would come to get me to go to the doctors. It wasn't shortly after the call that she had arrived. We went to my family physician and I had explained to her what happened with a great deal of embarrassment as well as fear, knowing that no one would believe me. She took a magnifying glass and used her fingers to run along my skin to see if I had done myself, after the examination her face went white, she called my mom in and said that she needed to talk to her, and I asked if I could stay to hear, the doctor then told my mom that there was absolutely no possible way that I could have done this to myself because all the markings were under my skin. My mom then believed that this happened. My doctor gave me a prayer to say at bedtime, I had put it in my moms purse and when I got home to look at it it was gone. From that day, there were many weird things that happened including hangers that were laying on our bed that when we left and returned they were up in almost a triangle shape on the bed standing up by themselves. I know this story is very unbelievable, but it happened. I have no pictures to prove it but I will always have the scar of Hope.
Mr. Juliano, I felt that you are one of the few people that would understand my story. I have a bit of psychic ability & have had a few experiences with channeling/ talking to or hearing spirits. But the one I'm about to mention is the worst. Some friends & I were partying at a common friends home when we decided to go to the house next door as this friend told us it was haunted & being the thrill seakers we were we decided to chaeck it out. When I first entered the house I felt a voilent angry presence that I could not see. The hair on both my arms was standing on end. But I was still OK being there. We walked into the house & up the stairs. According to my friend, the house used to be an old boarding house in the early 20th century, but was bought by a family when he was rel small that moved out 6 months later. As we walked farther upstairs the feeling of the evil presence got stronger. We went into the fisrt room where everything seemed pretty normal, we sat down to talk & the pictures in the room seemed to change. The facial features / expressions went from happy to sad, the eyes seemed to watch you/ move when you did & the flowers seemed to die in another picture. But that was the only unusual thing there. The next room we entered was freezing cold & this happened in mid August. If you know anything about southern California you know it is atleast 95 degrees in August, even at night. But nothing unusual happened in that room. The next room was very strange. The floor had an unusual type of floor tile in it. It appeared to have a Persian rug in it but that was the tile. When I first entered I was extremely hot as if I was in an oven & shortly after I entered it felt as if someone reached inside me & sqeezed my guts, like pinched my stomache. It was almost an unbearable pain like an ulcer attack or appenecitis. It hurt so bad I doubled over.Ihad to leave the room for fear my insides would be ripped out. The next room was the community bathroom. I sceamed when I walked in there because the whole room was covered in blood.& there was a body lying face down on the floor. For some reason no one but me could see these things. When I walked back to the hallway the preasence seemed to really be angry. One of my friends started to chant a name "Millecent" over & over again , first loud then screaming. When one of us asked her who Millecent was she seemed to fly into a rage & severely beat up one of the guys who was with us, who might I add in any other situation could have very easily overpowered her. She then ripped the sole of his brand new tennis shoe off with her bare hands. No matter how much we tried to calm her she would not be calmed. She pushed me into the bathroom again & this time it was a spirit not a body that I saw in this blood drenched room. This spirit was not the angry one, the angry one gave me a feeling it was a man. This spirit was female. She was very sad looking & very pretty. I asked her what was wrong & she said get your friends together & get out before he makes your friend kill you all. Who I asked, then she said the man. What man I asked, then she said the man who died here first. She then begged, "Please get her out of here!!! " With what appeared to be tears running down her cheeks. With a strength I never knew I had, I practically picked the fighting girl up by myself & ran out of the house screaming, "Let's get out of here!" Everyone followed behind me screaming & we went back to the friends house next door. As soon as we walked out the door the screaming girl was her usual sweet self. She had no memory of what happened after the first time we entered the bathroom & when we told her what happened she cried & apologized deeply. We later found out that a group of boarders were murdered by the owner, the angry man, who was later held up by the sherriff & killed himself in the house. Which explained why he haunts the house & tortured anyone who moved in. We also found out Millecent was one of the murdered boarders. I'm not one who is easy to scare but this experience still gives me nightmares & this happened 13 years ago. I found out several years ago this same house was bought by a mental hospital & was turned into a half way/outpatient house. This only lasted a few months before they sold it & the city tore the house down. I have had many other experiences & will send them to you if you like. I also had a near death experience that I can tell you about if you want to hear about it.
Hello, my Destiny and I am writing you about the story of mine and my families story. In my house there are all kinds of noises and once I even seen the fork for the woodburner in the air it was crazy but not as crazy as my cousins story they were cleaning out this rentle house for his grandma and every time they go over this house things get wierder and wierder. Example... the heat in the house has a mind of its own. The guy who used to live there would go to work and come home and his cats would amost be dead because the ghost would turn the heat up to its fullest capacity and try to kill the animals I guess. and down in the bacment thier were words on the wall that say get out and it looks like blood and every time my uncle paints over it it reapears when he cleans the house . They told us that some hales angels used to live there and they think that they murdered people in the bascment. If you don't close the doors behind you also... they will close it themselves . "the ghost"
I was about 19 at the time (almost 30 years ago) and was invited
friend's home for dinner one evening. He and his wife and I sat for some
time talking when they told me how his grandmother had passed away and they
went to her home to collect some momentos. Among the things they chose was a
photo found face down in a closet of an unknown woman with a forlorn look on
her face. They liked the old frame so they brought the photo home. After
much research they found out it was his great-great grandmother's picture.
They were very glad to have the pic in their home.
All evening long I could feel someone watching me and kept looking over my
shoulder, but of course, no one was there. Still the feeling would not leave
me. When leaving their home I ran to my car feeling very spooked. Once in
the car I quickly locked the car, started the engine and booked. Once out of
the driveway though the feeling was gone.
At bedtime that night after the lights went out, I felt a presence in the
dark. I immediately knew without a doubt that it was the great-great
grandmother and I could tell exactly where she stood in the room. Although I
had been scared earlier in the evening at my friend's home, here I felt at
ease. I "spoke" to her with thoughts and told her how happy I was that she
was in a home with people who loved her and wanted her there with them. The
next thing I remember it was morning. I never felt her again. Make of this
what you wish but in my mind I was visited by that spirit.
For the past few weeks I have had strange things happening in my
few weeks ago I was on my computer typing up my coursework when it felt as
if someone was wathcing me do my work, so I thought nothing of it. Then for
the past few nights i have been sat in my bedroom writing poems and i saw a
shadow run past my bedroom door. I went downstairs thinking that someone had
broken into my house or something and I searched the house and there wasnt
anything there. I went upstairs and put my CD player on. I was listening to
my favourite CD when I heard the Cd skip. I looked up and saw a girl sat at
the bottom of my bed giggling. I felt tired and ignored it as my mind
playing tricks on me. i fell asleep on my bed that night and in the middle
of the nioght felt something sat on the edge of my bed stroking my face. I
looked up and there wasnt anything there. I paniced went downstairs and
thought it was because i was tired and just imagining things. Then last
night i was alone in my house when i heard someone say my name. I asked if
anyone was there, and nothing happened. I went and sat in the front room and
carried on watching the TV. I went up into the attic and felt something on
my shoulder and looked round. There want anything there, so i arried on
playing on the Playstation. Then i heard something banging up the stairs, i
paniked because my front door has an alarm on it so it beeps when it opens
and i hadnt heard the door beep, and i saw six nails fall out of the wall.
Then i looked round and saw a shadow of someone standing next to me. i
screamed (as you would) and sat downstairs. I went into the bathroom and
washed my face. i looked in the mirror and saw the shadow behind me and then
it disappeared. I fell asleep and kept feeling someone sat on my bed. Then
my dad told me the same happened to him when he was my age and his mum told
him was the ghost of his nanna looking after him because he was her
favourite randchild. Do you think my great great grandma could still be
looking down on me after about fifty years after her death?
a few years ago when me and my friends were sleeping outside, and
went in the house to go to the bathroom and after they left I was cleaning up
the spilled soda and something walked all around the whole tent. So after I
saw that I walked around the tent to see if anyone was there and no one was
so I freaked and ran inside.
I also have ghosts in my room. I live in the attic and it gets really hot
and really cold. When its really hot there is something standing, sitting, or
laying next to me, the same thing when its really y cold out to but it not
cold it really warm.
Story Never Told
I've never told anyone about my ghost story except for family. Some
laugh at me some beleive.
When I was younger and living at home I had cause a bad argrument between my parents on whether we needed to buy a horse trailer to haul my horse to shows. It was bad enough that my dad had threaten to leave the house, or this cast a divorce. It was bad enough I was to blame for the fight but for my dad to leave I didn't want to hear more so I left the room.
I went into my bedroom and went to bed. I had not been in there very long when I could hear what sounded like someone walking in the attic, from the head of my bed to the foot and back again. It happen several times, back and forth. Each time it happen I felt better, that nothing bad was going to happen with my parents fight.
The only thing I could really decribe the sound of the steps was that it sounded like my grandmother. She always worn a shoe that had a slight heel. When I was small she always protected me from my mom when I had gotten in trouble.
The problem with it being her in the attic was our attic was only a crawl space type. You could not stand in it. And my grandmother died when I was 6 years old, I was 13 when the fight happened.
I was spending the night at a friend's house and we got really bored.
We were sitting around trying to think of what to do when my friend's mother
walked in. She asked us if we wanted to hear a ghost story and we
all hurriedly agreed. She told us that a long time ago, she had been
riding around with her friends when they ran out of gas. The boys
started walking towards a farm they saw and the girls decided to explore
an old house they saw. They went and didn't find anything interesting
on the first floor so they decided to look at the second. They found
a room with the door closed and were wondering how it got closed because
it was obvious that noone had been in there for quite a while. They
stood there talking about it when the door swung open. They stared
at it for a minute then decided to go in. They knew they had nothing
to fear from the spirit world. So they went in and saw some pictures
on the wall. In the pictures was a little girl with long black hair
tied in a white ribbon. She looked sad. The creepy thing though
is there was blood splattered on the frames. They were kind of spooked
by that but still wanted to explore the rest of the room. There was
a big walk-in closet so they went in to it and kept the door propped open
with a shoe. They were looking at all the old clothes when something
fell off of the shelf. One of the girls picked it up and said she
thought it was a wig. She held it up. It was a scalp with long
dark hair tied with a white ribbon. Needless to say, they freaked.
They ran to open the door which had slammed closed but it wouldn't open.
They turned around to look for a window when they saw the little girl standing
there. She held out her hand to them and they saw blood on it.
The door suddenly opened and they bolted. They never went down that
road again. They got curious and searched the obituaries for a story
on the little girl. It turned out she was scalped by some Indians
back in the day.
I have had a few ghostly encounters in the past
two years. I created my own Urban Exploration
society in August of 2000 (Ohio Exploration
Society - OES). We go out to old abandoned
buildings, cemeteries, towns, Indian Mounds, and
anything else that is of historic nature in
Ohio. When at these places we take photos,
gather information, and take EMF readings for
ghosts. Below are a few things that have
happened while on some of our outings.
Junction City Prison:
Near Lancaster, Ohio there's an old abandoned
prison. We decided to investigate it one night
in August around 1:30am. Everything was fine for
most of the trip, until we came down some stairs
near the middle of the building. Upon exiting
the stairwell, the air got very cold (we could
almost see our breath). I pulled out the EMF
reader and tried following this cold spot, but
lost it. I thought it had went into a room
across from us, so I went in. While walking
through this small room, one of my friends in
the hallway yelled, "It just went past me and
followed you into the room!" When I turned, my
right arm from my elbow to the tips of my
fingers got very cold and numb. The reading on
the EMF Meter jumped to 100 and stayed there. I
ran back out into the hallway, the cold spot
following me. As I turned, a female member of
the OES froze in her place. She stayed like this
for a few moments and then collapsed, crying.
She said that she felt the cold go right through
her body. She became VERY VERY cold and her
whole body had that pins and needles feeling
(like when your foot falls asleep). Needless to
say we got the hell out of there. On a visit a
few weeks later, a few of us went in to explore
the first floor while two female members waited
outside. We were the only people in the
building, and only stayed on the first floor.
Nothing unusual happened to us, but the ladies
who waited for us in the car saw several people
looking out the window at them and moving around
on the third floor. Again, we were the ONLY
people in the building and ONLY on the first
There is an old cemetery in the backroads of
Chillicothe called Mt. Union - Pleasant Valley
Cemetery and it's the site of Elisabeth's Grave.
There's a couple versions of the story, but we
believe that what really happened was a
combination of the two. About 125 years ago,
Elisabeth inherited the land of her late
husband. This was prime farming land and many of
the local men were upset that a female came into
control of it. They hang her in an old tree near
the rear of the cemetery mentioned above. She
was then cut down, dragged across the cemetery,
and beheaded in the opposite corner (near a tree
that stands there today) and died. Anyway, she
was buried in the front of the cemetery with her
husband, but the tombstone always moves to the
rear of the cemetery, near the place of her
death. When we visited one night around 1:45am,
we had VERY high EMF readings in the rear of the
cemetery next to the place where she died, and
the air temp dropped about 10 degrees. On the
first visit we found some tombstones piled up in
a circle formation with various bones scattered
in the middle of them. As we were looking at
this, we heard something coming through the
woods toward us. We high-tailed it back to the
car (about 100 yards away) and turned back to
see what was there. We could see something
moving where the tombstone circle was, but
couldn't determining what it was...even after
shining our 500,000 candle power spot light at
it. On another visit we heard strange noises
coming towards us through a field across from
the cemetery. Again we shined our spot light
into the field but saw nothing. This place
definitely gives off an eriee vibe.
My dad died about six years ago and I was going to the
cemetery to visit with him with my wife, Jane. No one knows how he died. The Doctor Headmaster, Wayne Jefferson,thinks he probably had a heart-attack....But that wasn't what I thought.We Drove up to the metal gates, but
for some reason, the gates were locked. "The gates are never locked." said Jane. "I know." I answered. I got out
of the car and tried to pry the lock off with a cro-bar- But it
was no good. "Can we get the gravekeeper over here please!" I yelled. There was a hut just across the street. Just then, a man walked out of the hut. The mysterious man walked slowly across the street and when he walked
up to the gates, my wife yelled "Sweet mother of God!!!"
Why did she say that? Because that strange mysterious
man walked right through the gates! It was impossible! We both just stood there rooted to the spot. As the man
walked through the gates, he seemed to disappear. Just
then, the lock fell off of the gates and the gates opened automatically. My wife and I were to scared to go in that
cemetery. We rushed in the car and zoomed off at a very
high speed. We thought we were safe- But when we got
back to our house, that same lock was on our front door.
This is something my mother told me once, and I can't see why
she'd make it up so I accept it as truth. I was(fortunately) too
young to remember the incident so I can only take her word for it
One night, she said, when I was three years old, I woke up
everyone in the house screaming. When she came into my bedroom, I
was crying and pointing to a corner of my room, screaming "The
man! The man!" Apparently I had seen a completely black figure
standing in the corner of my room near the closet staring at me.
Well, the 'black figure' tale has been around longer than I have,
so maybe it was an actual haunting from the 'other' kind of
ghosts. Luckily I haven't had any more encounters with The Man. It
certainly could have been a figment of my overactive imagination
(horror movies terrified me to no end and gave me plenty of
nightmares), but I still wonder about it sometimes.
my name is paula mason...
i used to live in gulfport ms. in a little ranch style house on Kathy st. my husband david (now ex) and i moved there from medford n.j. both of us are from mississippi, and he had just been discharged from the air force...the very first day that we went looking for our first home we found the house on Kathy street. when we walked into the house i could hear the word "home" in my head. almost like someone actually spoke it to me... we bid on the house immediately and soon moved in. we found out that the previous owner was an older lady who had gotten ill and moved to Texas with her daughter... and she later died. david and i had a small son Zachary he was about 24 months old or so. i always felt so at peace in that home.... very comfortable... in fact when my mother came to see the house the first thing she said to me was... Paula does this just have the warmest feeling to you don't you feel like you are home? after that we all often joked a WHen i asked him what lady, he replied "The old lady that comes and watches over me when i sleep." (Zack was about 3 1/2 at the time) Needless to say he slept with me that night! later after david and i split up i talked to one of the neighbors that had known the lady.. i described to her the image of the lady or shadow that i had seen and told her about zacks visits with the lady. the neighbor told me that i had described her to a T and that the lady had been known as the "grandma" of the neighborhood because all of the children had loved her so very much... my ex still lives at the house...
I baby-sit for these people all the time, and I love their kids.
They are so great! We always seem to have fun at their house, but yet I
am so scared to be alone there. I notice that the kids didn't like being
alone either. They were fine when they were in their rooms, but anywhere
else in the house they always wanted me to go with them. The first time
I stayed there was one weekend a few weeks ago. The parents were going
out of town on business, and they told me I could sleep in the extra bedroom
on the lower level. (Their house was three levels.) The kids had their
bedrooms on the upper level; the second was the main floor with the living
room, kitchen, dinning room, bathroom, and another bedroom. The basement
had the extra bedroom with open space for the kids to play. (Which they
never played down there unless an adult was around)
The first night I slept there I had to sleep with the lights on because I felt like someone was watching me, and it bothered me so much. It took me a while to go to sleep, but soon I did. I remember waking up, and going to open the door to go to the bathroom, but the bedroom door was stuck. I tried hard to open the door, but it just wouldn't budge. I sat on the bed, and thought for a while as to why it wouldn't open. Then I remembered it locked from the outside. (Just to let you know this is a very old house build in the late 1800's early 1900's some where around there.) After about an hour and five more tries I heard the kids come down stairs, and then I went for the door, and it opened. It was really weird.
At nighttime I put the kids to sleep, and they wouldn't let me leave them until they fell fast asleep. So I would read them stories, and sit in silence until they dosed off. (Another important note, their stairs to the house makes noise as you go up, and down them)
I went to the main level, and cleaned up a little before going to sleep. The basement door would be closed, and you can see it from the kitchen. Because the house is so old it still has its old doors with the funny looking knobs. This bothers me because some times I think someone is looking at me through the key in to the basement door while I do the dishes.
I went to bed down stairs in the basement, and this time I left on all the lights, and left the door to the bedroom open. I recall it was around 3am when I woke up to the sound of a door slamming shut. It took me a while to realize that it was the bedroom door that shut. I jumped out of bed, and tried to open the door. It was once again locked. I was so scared that I started to cry, and I knew that no one could hear me because the kids were three levels up, and the parents were out of town. After what seemed like two hours the door opened, and I took all my stuff up to the main level, and stayed there.
That morning the kids had to be up and ready for church. They left with their grandmother, and I was stuck at the house for several hours alone. I was very tired because I was up since 3am, and couldn't get back to sleep. I think somewhere around noon I had dosed off on the floor were I was kinda in front of the stairway that lead up to the kids rooms. I remember lying on my back, and I awoke to the sound of the stairs making noise as though someone was coming down them. I remember seeing a glance of a woman in white walking by me. I was stuck to the floor. It felt like I had a several pounds of pressure on my body keeping me held down. What was even scarier was that I couldn't move my head to see where the woman had gone. My heart started to beat fast, and my eyes got really heavy. All I remember after that was passing out cold. I woke up again, and my heart was still racing. I jumped up, and looked around to find nothing. I wish I could explain how my body felt, but all I know is that it was really lite. I grabbed their phone, and went outside on the porch were I called my mom, and told her everything. I knew she would believe me because I have had other experiences with ghosts at my best friend's house. (But that is another story) I started crying, and waited until the kids got back. I didn't set foot into the house until then.
My mom told me not to tell Norm, and Becky (the parents) because she didn't want me to lose my baby-sitting job. Nothing happened again after the weird lady coming down the stairs. I still baby-sit for them, but I won't sleep in the basement anymore, and I sometimes have a hard time sleeping on the main level as well.
Some times I think I am just a ghost magnet waiting to get hit. I seem to always experience paranormal phenomena, and psychic things, (which is yet another story I should share) but I don’t know how to explain them, and why they happen to me. Reading these stories from other people kinda makes me feel a little better because I know I am not the only one. Thank you so much for taking the time to read this.