One night, however, they were awakened to discover a white shirt hanging in midair in their room as though someone was holding it by the shoulders.  It fell to the floor, and the missionaries spent the rest of the night with all the lights on. In the morning they called the Mission President in Helsinki asking permission to move to another residence.  What happened after this, I don't know, and there is no way I can research this now after so many years.  If anyone out there has heard of this incident, I would enjoy hearing about it
 
 

In response to this story-
When I was fifteen years old we had two brother Doberman pinschers.  Zeus and Apollo.  Apollo was horrible about climbing fences, running off, things a misbehaving dog would do.  Also, just to mention the dogs where born on my fathers birthday.  In August my father went in the hospital.  For sixteen days we where in ICU hoping for the best.  We would go home do clothes feed the dogs etc.  On a Thursday morning they called us in to tell us that my father had passed.  So we all drove home, the drive is around 15 minutes.  After we arrived home my older brother went outside to find that Apollo had died.  Zeus was fine but the trouble maker of the two had passed away sometime between my mom calling us to come to the hospital at 8 that morning, and 11 we got home.  So Apollo had my dad's birthday and his day of death..

Another story...
I lived in the same house my entire life.  I have heard stories that my sisters and mother have experienced, but I have had my on experiences.  It started when I was about 10.  My bed was in front of the door leading out into the hall.  One night I woke up to see a lady with long white hair, in a white night gown.  I remembered the night gown as it was my own.  It had lace around the sleeves and the  bottom, it was long sleeved and Ved at the neck line.  I never told anyone about this until about a year ago (12 years later).  I was telling my mom about the lady that I had saw.  Her face literally went white.  She begin to tell me that years before I was born I had a Great Grandmother that died.  She told me that when her and my father would go stay with her she would get the chills because she always wore that long white night gown and had long white hair, and even in living she looked like she was a ghost.

Another thing that I used to see was a short man, with black tuxedo, and a black top hat.  I would  awake and he would be standing in my doorway.  I never thought any thing of it, until on night I had a sleep over and awoke to one of the girls screaming.  We turned on the light and she said that she saw a little man in a black tuxedo and  a black top hat standing in the doorway.  This was in the living room not my bedroom so I than began to believe that he went wherever I went.

When my sister was younger she begged and begged for this doll that my grandma had.  After a couple of years my grandma gave it to her.  My mom said that the doll always creeped her out because she thought that it's eyes were following her.  (All of this was before I was born).  One night (in the same room that would become my room in five years) my sister awoke and went and got my mother because there was a lot of banging and rustling happening in the closet.  Earlier in the night my sister had got in trouble and my mom but the doll into the closet.  When my mom got in the room she heard the noise, thinking it my be a mouse she turned the light on and proceeded to open the closet door.  When she opened it the doll was turned upside down.  My sister swore she did not touch the doll.  The next morning my mom took the doll outside and burned it.  She said it took all day before the doll finally burned.
These are a few of the stories that I have had.  Sorry for the poor grammer.
 
 

This happened about 2 weeks after my mothers funeral, I had just turned 24.  My friend and I went out to a local bar.  We stayed there until it closed.  Then we went to a friend of her's to drink some more.  Mind you, I was driving, and I have always been against drinking and driving since I lost a friend to it.  When we decided to leave, I told her that our husbands were never going to come and get us, and that I couldn't drive.  She was worse than I was, so she was just babbling.  We sat in my car, trying to clear my head.  In the condition I was in, it would be nearly impossible for me to drive without at LEAST an accident.  I decided in my drunken stuper to just drive.  I asked my mother "If you get me home without hurting anyone, including myself, I swear, I'll never let this happen again."  I started to drive, there was even a police officer behind me, but I drove perfect.  I looked at the clock it was 3:32 a.m.   I got home thinking I would just go to sleep, knowing my husband who is severely deaf, and does not wake up to anything, would be in bed.  I walked in my front door, and there he stood.  Yelling and screaming.  The next day, I asked him if he waited up for me to come home.  He said he fell asleep on the couch, and he felt someone nudging him, like it was time for work.  He stated, that it was real cold in the room, for June, it's never cold.  That's when he looked at the clock and it said 3:32 a.me. and realized I wasn't home.

Now anyone who knew my mom in life, knew, that if you ever asked her for a favor, of this type, she would be like "Oh, I'll help ya, but you'll pay for it!".  Well, I did, horrible hangover, plus a very upset husband.  I guess, I got it mom, but thanks for getting me home.
 
 

My house isn’t that old but when my sister lived here we would wake up to the slamming of cabinet doors and we would go to the kitchen and see them slamming when no one was touching them well at least no one we could see. Well our house has like always had a lot of things like that and i don’t know how it isn’t old enough to have people that died there.
    Now that my sister moved out its not as bad but like every once and a while the cabinets slam and doors open and fans turn on when they weren’t turned on by me and on time my music was on softly and it suddenly changed stations and it was like blasting when I didn’t touch it. All of these things have happened in the middle of the night.
 
 

My name is Bekah and I am 18 years old. When I was about two years old, we moved into this beautiful farmhouse in Michigan. I of course don't remember actually moving, but I remember loving that house more than anything. When we moved in, it was already well over 100 years old and still in great shape. In the early 1900's it had been a restaurant and I thought this was the coolest thing ever. I remember my Great Great Aunt Nell telling me how she used to eat at that restaurant after church on Sundays. I don't remember when I actually started seeing and feeling things in that house, but the first time I can remember was when I was about 5 years old. The house had 4 bedrooms and mine was the second biggest. My parents, of course, had the biggest and my brother still slept in the nursery. My room was at the very end of the hallway and it always seemed to be the coldest. I had a door in my room that lead outside to a balcony and from my bed, I made sure that I could see that door and my bedroom door (I had always been somewhat of a chicken). The first night that anything happened, I remember waking up in my room with an incredible sense of fear. I don't know what triggered it because I didn't see anything around me. I sat up in bed for a few minutes just looking around and saw nothing, so I laid back down to go back to sleep. Right after lying down, I felt the presence of someone or something in my room and turned over to look at the door. I didn't see anything again, but was even more frightened. I got up and out of bed to go to my parents bedroom, and just as I took a step away from my bed I felt a breeze go through the room. None of my windows were open and the door to the balcony was not open either because mom and dad always kept that locked and only they knew where the key was. I was terrified and ran to my parent’s bedroom. I told them what happened and told them that someone was in my room, they didn't believe me, but I still got to sleep with them that night.
Weeks passed and almost every night the same thing would happen over and over again. I was beginning to get used to it and I wasn't all that afraid anymore. Months had passed since that first night, but then something else happened, I woke up in the middle of the night again but this time I didn't get the same feeling that I had before. This feeling was bad and it wasn't because I was scared. I knew something different was happening than what had happened all the other nights. I laid in bed, terrified of even moving, when a hot air which I can only describe as breath, washed over me. The hair on the back of my neck stood up and all I could do was huddle under my covers in hope that this thing wouldn't hurt me. By this time I had had my 6th birthday, and at 6, I didn't know what it could do to me and what it couldn't. Finally I got the courage to run out of my room and into my parents room where I slept the entire night and several nights after that. I didn't really understand things because we always went to church and my parents are and were incredible Christians. They always told me that anything evil couldn't touch me as long as God was with me. (They obviously didn't believe what I had been telling them.) I believed this only after several weeks of this thing visiting me. See, it came, but it never hurt me. Although it had been there several weeks, I still was not used to it. I actually missed the old spirit that had made a habit of coming to my room, because after the evil one started coming, it didn't come back. This went on until I was about 7. I finally got so fed up with it that I actually told it to leave me alone and that God would protect me. I never felt it again. But then other things were happening. During the night, I would wake up and hear things on the first floor of the house like people walking around and talking. We had wooden floors downstairs and you could hear their shoes clicking on the floor. Then I started to hear music and what I could only describe as plates and silverware banging together. I started to get more bold and tried walking down the stairs to see what it was, but when I got downstairs, nothing was there and I couldn't hear anything anymore. This happened once or twice a week up until we moved out when I was 10. When I was about 8, I woke up in the middle of the night to footsteps coming up the stairs. I knew that whatever it was, was going to come to my room, so I ran to my brothers room and got into bed with him. I was lying there facing the opposite wall when whatever it was came into the room I was in and sat on the bed. I was too scared to look at it, but now regret that I didn't.
Things would happen when I had friends over too. Only two of my friends would actually spend the night with me. We would sit up and watch TV downstairs and hear things banging together in the kitchen and when we would get up the courage to look, there wasn't anything there. The weirdest thing that would happen when friends were over, was that the toilet seat would go up. There was a bathroom right off the living room and we would hear a bang and when we looked, the toilet lid would be up. The last thing that I encountered there was on my last night in the house. I remember lying there crying because I didn't want to leave. All of a sudden, a familiar cool breeze was in the room. I sat up and there she was again. I knew it was a woman because this time I actually saw her figure. She had beautiful long hair and a long blue dress on. I can remember her so clearly. I could see that she was crying and I asked her why. All she did was point to me. Then she disappeared. I haven't seen anything or felt anything since. I was talking about this to my mother about a year ago and told her about the footsteps and voices that I would hear. She looked at me and told me that she used to hear them too when she was up in the night.
 
 

Right after I started dating my future husband I was thrilled to find out he lived in a huge old Craftsman style house that was built in 1919. The house was beautiful with huge rooms, strange little closets, and beautiful wood work. One day after we had been together for a while my husband told me that the house was haunted. He told me that the people who lived there before said they heard weird noises and what sounded like kids playing with marbles on the upstairs landing. I had several ghost experiences with ghosts before ehwn I was younger and did not feel any malevolent or foreboding feelings in the house. It didn't bother me so I didn't think about it.
Then one night around 11pm, my future husband and I were laying in his bed room with the lights off listening to the radio. His door was open a little way because it wouldn't close all the way because it was warped. I was going to leave when all of the sudden we heard "roll roll roll, plink plink" Like something was rolling across the wooden landing and hitting the steam radiator at the head of the stairs. Once again, I didn't feel any threatening force and it was kind of cool.
Some time later, he and I were watching TV in his parent's room. We were the only ones home except for the cat, who was with us. It was around 8 pm. At one point, I heard a door slam downstairs, and then the sound of someone running up the stairs and pausing right before the landing. The door was wide open and you could see the top of the stairs, and there was definitely no one there. Even the cat had turned to see who it was.  I asked my husband if he had heard it, and he said he didn't hear anything. About five minutes later he asked me "if I had heard . . ." and then described perfectly what I hadn't told him I'd heard. it turns out he had just been trying to be macho for me. It only frightened me to have heard it so clearly.
The last thing I remember happening was one night we spent the night there alone. We were going to go up to his room and watch a movie. When we got there, his bedroom door was shut.  He pushes against it with all his might, and could not budge it. There wasn't a lock on the door, and like I said earlier the door was warped and didn't close all the way. He pushed on the door and jiggled the handle and then whispered for me to go downstairs. He followed after a second and told me he could feel someone pushing against the door from the other side and was afraid someone had broken into the house, even though it was on the second floor and impossible to climb in the window. He called his grandma just case anything was going to happen, then he got his step dad's shot gun out of the closet and went back upstairs. I followed him, and he yelled to whoever he thought was in the room that he was coming in, and then he had to kick the door in. No one was in the room, and later we found that the wood on the bottom of his bed had been broken.  We closed the closet door at some point and later in the night I looked up to find it open again, and we had made sure it was securely shut. After that night we were both scared to death to be alone in that house, especially at night. I never did get a chance to research it's history-
 
 

When I was about five years old we loved in Macorna. I remember one night I was told to go to bed so that mum and dad could watch a movie, but being the stubborn child I was I snuck up and watch the movie from the lounge room door. However I began to get tired so I went to bed. All of the sudden I heard a noise coming from under the bed so I got down on all fours to check what was under my bed. I could see a shadow of a man. The next morning I got mum and dad to come and look at it. So there we all were mum, dad and I all peering under my bed. I could see it plain as day, but mum and dad couldn't see it. That shadow was under my bed until the day we moved out of that house. A  couple of times after that first time I asked mum and dad to check if they could see it but they never could.
You may wonder why I never got frightened by this figure, I suppose it's because from the very first day we moved into that house I would see ghostly figures in my room at night. Whenever I went to bed I would say hello and all of the sudden all of these figures would be standing around my room. I would talk to them but not verbally. We spoke telekinetically.
Anyway they didn't visit anyone else in the family except for me. And about six months before we moved out of that house they stopped coming. One night I said hello and they didn't appear, I asked if they were angry with me but they just didn't answer. I never saw them again.
I would appreciate it if someone could send me an email to tell me if the ghosts in my room were there because, for some reason unknown to me, I needed them. Please send your replies to. rogue_princess@hotmail.com Thanx
 
 

I have personally heard, back in the woods behind my house is [around where the D.T. Watson Rehabilitation Center was], dogs barking and people yelling.  I heard it coming from somewhere below me, I turned towards a small cliff overlooking where some construction had been, and heard the sound get stronger.  So I went over to it and leaned down, but saw no people or dogs.  And I am ABSOLUTLY SURE that the sounds were coming from directly below me, even my brother's dog [who had accompanied me] obviously heard it; her ears were perking up, seemed anxious, etc.
 
 

     My name is Kristin and I got a story for you.  I was told by my  uncle this story.  This story takes place at his home which is  right next door to me.  He said,” One night when he was alone he seen a woman in white.  The woman in white went into my cousins room and just disappeared.  I believe that because I have heard something over there before.  I wasn’t the only one to hear it.  It was my aunt, cousins and I were going inside the house and suddenly a door slammed from inside.   No one was home except for my grandmother who lives in the basement.
 
 

My grandmother is a medium so I have kind of been brought up to believe in life after death etc and I do believe that I may be a little physic myself as I have always been able to feel certain things in certain places that no one else has felt.

My first experience was when I was about 7 years old and I was at School. My class was having a lesson in the Library and as we made our way back from that lesson our teacher had realized she had forgotten her book so she sent myself and another classmate to fetch it for her. The school Library is at the end of a corridor on the right hand side, you have to climb a few steps to get to it, on the left hand side of the same corridor is the doors to the school hall. As we turned into the corridor we both saw what appeared to be a teenage boy walking a few feet in front us, within the blink of an eye he had disappeared. Both my classmate and I had seen him and we looked high and low for him, he didn't go into the Library or the Hall, he just disappeared right in front of us.

A little time after that experience I noticed a plaque on the wall in the school hall. It turned out that years before my school used to be a boys school and one of its pupils was killed on a boat in the 2nd World War and that some of the shelves from the Library were made out of the wood from the boat that sunk. If I remember rightly, he was wearing an army style khaki uniform!

My father used to live in a 400 year old farm house and that too was haunted, I used to wake up at 2.43am every morning and listen to heavy footsteps pass my bedroom heading towards the bathroom. I knew it couldn't have been my dad, as he had an en suite bathroom in his bedroom!

Anyway, I thought I'd give you just a couple of my stories to put on your web site.

It seems to have followed me
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Hello again. I have more experiences to share, if you will be so kind as to indulge me.

I have always been a "scary" person. Maybe growing up in that house made more sensitive to things, I am not sure. I never liked to watch scary movies, hated being home alone (even now), and DO NOT like to be completely in the dark.

Once we moved out of that house, I moved in with my Grandparents. My life from that point was pretty much uneventful. Nothing unusual at all. I lived there with my grandparents until I was around 24, then my fiancé and I bought our own house.

It was a very nice, sturdy single home. Beautiful brick & stone exterior, 3 bedrooms, large rooms, full basement, garage and large backyard. One of the bedrooms upstairs had a door that opened up, and you could walk out on top of the garage. The perimeter had a nice "picket fence" around it, and up until we had children, we used to sit up there at night and relax. It was occupied by an old woman (my grandfather knew her sons, which is how we came upon the house for sale). She passed away (in a hospital, not in this house), and the sons wanted to sell the house.

The house was solid in structure, but needed much updating, so we were able to purchase it at well under market value. Upon making settlement, we immediately began to work on the house. The kitchen was very, very old. It always seems that once you start to take things apart, there is always more work needed underneath. So, we had to strip the kitchen down to the sub-flooring and almost completely rebuild the kitchen.

One particular evening, my fiancée, 2 of his friends and myself were all standing in the kitchen looking at the pipes coming out of the floor, and discussing where the major appliances were going to go. When all of a sudden we heard this loud bang. It was loud enough to actually feel it through the floor. We all stood there and looked at each other.....I said to my fiancé, what the heck was that??!! He ran down the basement, one of his friends ran upstairs and his other friend ran out the front door. Meanwhile, I stood in the kitchen almost frozen, afraid to move.

As each one came back from checking their "areas", each one reported that everything was in order. Upstairs, all of the doors and windows were fine. The basement was fine and there was nothing unusual in either the front or back yard. Once we were all settled and caught our breath, we discussed this for some time. Trying desperately to come up with a logical explanation for the noise. But the truth is, there was none.

We continued to fix up the house without further incident. It took about 1-1/2 yrs to fix everything and actually be able to live in it. So, we finally started moving furniture in, and actually sleeping there. We had fixed it up quite nicely....modern, but classically decorated. Neutral tones, lots of warm woodwork, a large 15 x 30 patio out back, and some nice landscaping. I even mentioned to my fiancé, that I thought the woman who used to live here, would have been proud of our improvements.

Everything was quiet until after I had my first son in 1993. I'd say he was around 8 months old when we started hearing noises again. One evening around 9:30, my husband and I were sitting on the couch watching TV, our son was upstairs in his crib sleeping. All of a sudden, we heard a loud bang...almost like someone had slammed the door to the top of the garage closed. We could almost say it came from that side of the house. So he went up to check it out, and all of the doors were fine. The 3 bedroom doors were open and the door to the deck was closed and locked. I want to point out, that for safety reasons, this door to the top of the garage was locked with a key. One on the handle and a deadbolt. So, there would be no accidental opening of this door. We each had a key, on our key rings. Our son, who would cry at the sound of a distant fire whistle, was still sound asleep.

Then one day, my sister came over. It was hot out and I had the air on. My husband was at work. My and my son (who was about 2), were just hanging out watching nickelodeon. She came in and asked to use the bathroom. So, she went upstairs. When she came back down, she asked why I had the air on, and the upstairs door open. I told her it wasn't open, and went up and checked. Sure enough, it was open. Now, as previously stated, it needed 2 keys to be opened.

So, I assured my sister (and myself to be honest), that my husband must have been out there early this morning. Closed it, but forgot to lock it, and the wind pushed it open. We were both like, yeah okay, that sounds reasonable. So, when my husband came home later that night, I asked him and he said that he had not been out there.

For the remainder of our 7 years in this house, we always heard doors slamming. But when we would check it out, everything would be in order. For whatever its worth (and I don't know if this means anything at all), but there were always spiders in this house. My biggest, deepest fear (aside from flying) is a fear of spiders. And even though we replaced the windows, had exterminators come every 6 months and were not situated near any woods. It seemed like our house was almost infested. Maybe someone can tell me if this is significant.

Due to a job opportunity, we sold this house and moved to Florida. We have stayed in casual contact with the new owners and to the best of my knowledge; they have not experienced a thing. They have been living there approx. 4 years now.

 Before moving to Florida, I had one more son. My children are 2.5 years apart. And I believe that my youngest son (now 6) has the ability to see, hear and feel ghosts. From the time he was a small child.

Well, I must go for now, but will return to continue the story. If anyone has any comments, please feel free to contact me.
Thanks to everyone for listening. Take care.
 
 

hi well this aint really my story my close friend told me so her goes wen my  friend was little she had a baby brother he was maybe 2 to 3 weeks old when he  died, the night he died she went to look in on him and she saw this figure  quite an old man with a dog standing by her brothers cot she did not think  nothing of it cause she was like 5 so she went bk to bed and in the morning  she was told he died during the night, so little girl then told her mother  what she had saw but her mother never believed her until 1 day she was looking  ova some old photos and saw the man she saw standing at her brothers cot she  pointed this out to her mum, and her mum burst into tears and sed that’s ur  great granddad (he died like 25 years ago) and to this very day my mate can  still remember seeing him and she can describe what he looks like to this very day and she is like 23 . wot i think is the man standing by the cot came to show the baby the way, i think that is so nice that a loved 1 show u the way  when u die , even though its quite freeky. ive never seen a ghost yet but i do  want to as i strongly believe in this stuff and fine it really interesting.
 
 

I lived with my grandma most of my life.  We lived in the same trailer the whole time. And I am not quite sure if it is possible for trailers to be haunted but here is my out of the ordinary experience.
 I never , from the time we moved in the trailer, liked my bedroom closet. There was just something so menacing about it. I know when you're young everything can be played off as an active imagination. But there were many nights, I was found sleeping in my grandma's bed. I never had any kind of actual experience with my closet until I was sixteen.
Before I tell about my unusual occurrence, let me just give a brief layout of the trailer.
When you walk in the front door, you're in the living room. To the immediate right was my grandma's bedroom. Go left and you are in the kitchen. Go through  the kitchen to the left and you are in the hallway. There's a door on the right at the end of the hallway. That's the back door. The door on the left is the bathroom. And the door straight ahead was my room.
So now on with my tale.
I always got up for school around five am or so because it took me forever to get ready. I would always turn on my t.v. (it was the old kind where you have to physically pull on this knob to turn it on or push it in to turn it off. there was no remote, it had the knobs where you turn them to change channels and they always made a kind of clicking noise when you did that.) to have some kind of company in the wee hours of the morning( my grandma never woke up before eight am - when I was already at school).
One morning, while doing my usual routine of taking a shower, putting on my makeup , and fixing my hair, I heard my television knobs clicking. I was curious as to what was making the noise so I walked around the corner and peeked in my room(my t.v. was on a stand next to the closet) and I noticed the channel had been changed and my closet door was ajar(it had been closed, I was sure.)
I quickly went to my grandma's room and peeked in to make sure she wasn't awake and for some reason had went into my room(but I knew deep down she hadn't because she always wore slippers that made a distinct noise coming down the uncarpeted hallway.)
After checking in her room, I grabbed our cordless phone and ran back into the bathroom to call my best friend whom was also getting ready for school.  I knew she would believe me because she was a big believer in the paranormal.
Luckily I had already gotten dressed. So i quickly left my house and met her down the road at her's.
The next morning I decided to test this out. So I left the t.v. off and opened my closet door.
After my usual getting ready stuff, I went to check things out. I about flipped! The closet door was shut and my t.v. was on but I hadn't heard it in the bathroom!
Once again I made a quick departure to my best friend's house.
Nothing ever again occurred with the closet or t.v.
But other things did happen in that trailer. That'll have to be told another time, though......
 
 

Hi, my name is Tara and ever since I can remember I have been prone to the paranormal.  I don’t really know why I have this sense and sometimes I wonder if I even really want it at all. I have learned how to deal with it, it’s just become another every day thing for me.
I just want to say that I love your site, I feel like I can tell my stories here and not be laughed at, and for that I thank you!
I am 23 years old and live in the outskirts of Baltimore city.
Anyway, I have a lot of stories but I will try to pick the ones that are the most outstanding from the group. These stories will have to do with the house I lived in during high school.
1.  When I was about 12 years old my family (mom, dad, brother, and myself) moved into a house that really wasn’t old, but definitely had an enormous amount of history to it.  We bought the house from a couple that was in the process of a divorce.  We moved in and immediately started re-decorating.  From the first time I stepped foot in the house I felt uneasy.  As time went on I started to ignore it because I figured it was just my imagination.  My parents got divorced a few years later and my mom swears up and down that there was a vibe in that house that did not want couples to stay together. The family who moved in after us also ended up in divorce.
2.  One day I was in the basement doing some laundry and I really felt like there was something behind me…something watching me.  I had cats so I just assumed it was them and that they were hungry. Then the feeling got overpowering, it was like something was making me look behind me, I tried as hard as I could not to, but eventually gave in and turned around. There, just a few feet away from me was what looked like the shape of a man wearing a black suit and a top hat. I didn’t feel any fear from him, well, other than the obvious, that I was face-to-face with a ghost, and then just as quickly as I saw him, he vanished. It was like he just wanted to be noticed. I never saw him again. But I felt him.
3.  I had rearranged my room and my bed was facing the door, I could see the stairs and what ever was going on in the hallway. One morning I was laying in my bed fully awake for about an hour, just being lazy, when I saw what looked like a woman walk up the stairs and into my mother’s bedroom. My brother was in there at the time watching T.V. I called out to my brother and asked if that was mom that just came upstairs, he looked at me like I had 3 heads saying that no one had just come upstairs, mom was in the basement. I tried to tell my mother, but she didn’t believe me. Typical, right?
4.  Whenever I walked by the upstairs bathroom I would see what looked like a man out of the corner of my eye. I never felt alone in that bathroom no matter what I was doing.
5.  I had a friend that my ghostly friends just did not like. The first time she came over to my house, she almost fell down the steps because on of the ghosts tried to push her. I saw this happen, I was at the bottom of the steps waiting for her, and when I looked up at her she was seriously pushed by some unknown source and almost fell on her head, luckily she caught the rail. I think maybe though they were trying to tell me something about her  because they were never like that with anyone else and as it turns out she ended up not being as nice as she seemed.
    That’s all for now, I’ll tell you about my other stories another time. This is too long as it is and I haven’t even made a dent.
    Thanks for letting me share.
 
 

I was born in 1960 in Philadelphia, PA. and not long after my sixth birthday until just before my seventh I was visited almost every night by what I thought at that time was my Guardian Angle.  Let me preface this story with some information about my parents' house.  They were the first owners of a small split-level house in Northeast Philly.  When you come in the front door and walk across the living room you come to a set of five stairs that lead to the bedrooms.  At the top of the stairs to the right is a bathroom and to the left was my room.  Across my room from the door was a double window that looked out on the driveway below.  From my bed I could look out of my bedroom and down the stairs to the living room.  The apparition would always be the same and would come after my sister and parents were asleep. A man dressed in black pants, a white button-down shirt with a white tee shirt, and black horn-rimmed glasses (he looked a lot like Henry Mitchell, the father from Dennis the Mennis).   This man would walk up the stairs and stop in my doorway.  He would look over at me and nod his head then walk around the foot of my bed to the side by the windows.  He would look at me again, kneel down and fold his hands on my bed and disappear.  As I said this went on for almost a year.  I questioned me parents; and like most was told it was just a dream.  I had this vision three or four more time in subsequent years until I was about ten and haven't had it since.  Although I was never frightened of the vision I am still very puzzled as to whom this was and what it meant.  The area was all farm land and my house a field.  I don't know any of the history of the farm or land or if any worker was killed during the construction of my neighborhood.
 
 

I’m 13 yrs old and I live in London and this is my story. My haunting happened When I was about 7 yrs old. That evening I was just ready to go to sleep when out of the corner of my eye I noticed someone sitting in my rocking chair in my bedroom. I turned my head to get a better look at the apparition and had the courage to turn the light on. The apparition got out of the chair, walked towards me and then sat on my bed. I didn’t have a clue who it was, but I presumed mum and dad had gone out and this was my babysitter. The old lady picked a book up off the floor, handed it to me, and then slowly walked out of the room- all the while not making a single sound. Next day I asked mum where they had been the night before, and, to my surprise, said that they hadn’t been anywhere, let alone out of the house. This freaked me out! I then went on to ask who the old lady was, but neither of my parents knew anything about her! Luckily, my parents truly believed me when I told them what had happened and what she looked like. I had never seen a picture of my dead granny until my parents showed me. And it was the old lady.
 
 

After the piano incident my grandmother and aunts, uncles and my dad would all hear a little girl calling for her Mom. The only one who went to see where the voice was coming from was my grandmother. When she would get to the back room of the house the voice would stop calling. Eventually, everyone just started to ignore it.

Now from what I have been told, things got a lot worse 3 months into the moving in. At night when everyone was asleep my aunt Wendy would wake up because she felt something was pulling her hair. She and my dad both slept in the room that was in the back of the house and my grandma and grandpa slept in the room at the front of the house. My aunt would run as fast as she could to my grandmothers room and even when she was running down the hall her hair was still being pulled by something. She was too afraid to look back.  When she reached my grandmothers room the thing would stop pulling her hair. This continued for several weeks. Finally the thing stopped pulling my aunt's hair and moved to my Dad. He would wake up and there would be something pulling his hair and he would run to my grandmothers room. He told me that he finally got the nerve to look back and he wished he didn't. He said that he saw a very tall thing with red eyes and big sharp teeth with long finger nails and long, long black hair covering
He told my grandmother what he saw and she got a priest to come over and bless the house. When the house was blessed the priest poured Holy Water into a hole that was in one of the floor boards of the kitchen because my Dad told my grandmother that for some reason he knew the thing lived under the floor boards. When the Holy Water was poured into the hole my grandmother said that she swore she heard a sort of sizzling and then the thought she heard a growl or a scream. After the blessing the thing still pulled my aunt's and Dad's hair but it eventually went away.

The blessing did not stop all of the activity. The girl still called for her Mom. One night my aunt Wendy woke up to find the figure of a girl standing at the foot of her bed. When my aunt screamed the figure vanished.

As the years went by the activity of the house continued. In fact, it never totally went away. I have been told by my uncles that they continued to see an old man who would tell them to leave the house. They said that he always appeared in the bathroom. Eventually everyone just learned to live with everything that was happening.

Now flash forward to the early 90's. I am ten years old and my grandmother has passed away. My father went back to live in the house after my parents got a divorce. He continued to see things and tell me about them. After all of the story's of the activity I only saw one thing. It was almost bedtime and the door to my Dad's room was opened. I thought that I had seen my aunt Sharon walking down the hall wearing a black hairy cloak. I asked everyone if my aunt Sharon was visiting but I was told that she was never there.

Since then my grandfather died and the house was lost due to repair. A new family now own the house and I wonder if they ever see or experience activity in the house. I will probably never get the nerve to go up to the house and ask them.
 
 

I have been reading the stories on this page for about a week and a half now and have shared one of my own.  I have another that has just started to reoccur.  I am a security guard at a large corporation based in Omaha, however I grew up in a small town about 35 miles away.  When I was in 6th or 7th grade, these occurrences started happening.
 First, a little background info.  I first met this spirit briefly on the day he died.  He was a homeless man in his late twenties or early thirties.  One evening around dinner time, he knocked on the front door to our house asking for money for food.  Since we were getting ready for dinner, my parents decided to invite him to join us for a home cooked meal.  He sat down and started telling us how he came to our town on a train and was staying by the tracks that were nearby.  After eating and warming up for awhile, the man left with my extra sleeping bag and some money that we had given him.  It turns out, about an hour after leaving our house, the man was killed by a car that was trying to beat a train.
 Now, to the spirit part.  About two or three days later, my friend Shane and I were downstairs in my room playing with my stereo.  We heard a tap on the window so I opened the curtain to see the glowing figure of the man we had fed just a couple days ago.  I couldn't hear him but I could read his lips as he said "thank you" and disappeared.  When I went outside to inspect the area outside my window, my sleeping bag that I had given him was sitting outside my window.  A few days after visiting me, my dad asked me and my mother who put $18 under his wallet.  We both replied that neither of us had.  He then turned white and stated that it must've been the homeless man we'd met the other day.  My mom and I both explained our visits from the homeless man at that point and I showed them my sleeping bag.
 This incident took place almost ten years ago and to this day I'll catch a glimpse of what appears to be this man just watching me.  I've never really thought much about it until recently.  I had never told anyone about this incident until the other day when my roommate stopped by my work.  As we were talking, this spirit appeared.  My roommate told me to watch my back because that man over there was the same guy that's been around our apartment for the last few days.  I turned in the direction that he pointed to see the man that we helped out nearly ten years ago.  I explained the story to him and kind of blew it off.  Tonight, however, I am extremely grateful to this spirit.  As I was getting ready to cross the street on one of my patrols, I heard a voice tell me to "watch out."  I stopped briefly to see who said that and then continued.  The voice repeated itself and then something shoved me back away from the street hard enough to knock me to the ground just as a garbage truck came speeding by without its headlights on.  It cut over the curb I was standing on seconds before.  As I looked up, I saw the figure of that same man that we fed so long ago standing over me.  I thanked the spirit for saving me.  At that time, he looked down at me and mouthed the words "It was the least I could do" and then disappeared.  I know it sounds like bs and I wouldn't even believe it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes.
 
 

hi I’m Hannah I’m 16 years and i have seen some seriously disturbing things in my life i can defiantly say I believe in ghosts i have seen them my whole life but have been too scared to tell any one, seeing ghost is common thing in my family, my nan used to see ghost when she was a young gal, and so did my mum, she used to get attracted by them, they used to rock her bed violently until she was on the floor between the beds side and the wall and they pushed the bed into her. I can always sense ghosts and I can see them when they want to be seen and they call me sometimes. I remember when I moved into my new house a little gal in a white dress with brown curly hair used to stand in the corner staring at me crying every night, I was so scared I never new what to do but she has now gone. I was chased in my house buy a little boy he chased me down stairs and just stood behind me at all time i burst out crying i was so frighten I ran to my room and locked my door he didn’t come in my room he just stood out side he finally left me alone but i still see him some times in the house. I don’t know why but I always receive information from the ghost they try to talk to me and sometimes I hear them i can feel what they are feeling when they are close to me. one night I was at a sleep over for my friend Kristy’s birthday and her grandad who past away came to visit her. we were all sitting down and i could feel his presence I told Kristy that some one in her family who had pasted away was in the room with us, I told her I had a strong feeling from behind me, she looked behind me and there was a picture of her grandad in a frame. Her grandads presence told me to walk to the dinning table sit in the end chair and tell her that this was where he used to sit when he came round for dinner to prove that he was really there, I did it and the curtains on the windows from behind where I was sitting fell down, Kristy cry told me I was right and I stopped telling her anything else. Once for an week every night in my house a group of gal ghosts used to call me they were scared of something but because im afraid of the dark I was too scared to talk to them so I asked them to stop calling me and they then went away, I would have tried to help them but with it being night time and it was so dark I couldn’t i was way too scared, that is only a few things i have seen and done there are a lot more scary, mysterious things that happen to me, this is no joke i feel, see, talk to ghosts all the time and a lot more strange things happen to me. if any ghost is haunting you and you want it to go away strongly tell it to leave and it will. please believe my story i swear i am telling the truth, but if you don’t believe me well that’s your beliefs
from your friend in England, London
 
 

I have been reading your pages for a couple of years now, and I thought that I would e-mail you with a few of my own experiences.
        when I was about 16 (I'm 22 now)I used to babysit regular for my aunt. Her house was always creepy but I didn't experience anything major until I  had babysat for a few months. One evening she had went out as usual, but still hadn't returned by the early hours so her husband suggested that myself and my cousins just go to bed anyway, as we had school the next day. I was sleeping in a guest bedroom on my own, facing my cousins bedroom, with my aunts room in between. The spooky thing was that none of the bedrooms had any doors, this used to creep me out the most. Anyway I eventually dozed of to sleep.
           I had been asleep for what seemed like seconds when I was woken by the noise of her dog going mad, barking and growling and running about downstairs. Then all of a sudden the passageway lights were turned on, I assumed that my aunt had returned from her night out, so I sat up in bed. As I did so I saw a hazy figure that was the same shape and build as my aunt, I didn't think this was out of the ordinary as my eyes had not adjusted to the light properly yet. Just as the figure disappeared my uncle stumbled out of the room and asked me; did you just turn on the lights? I answered no. With that he just shrugged, in a kind of half asleep daze, turned off the lights and returned to bed leaving me petrified in the darkness.
            Anyway I managed to put this occurrence to the back of my mind and continued to babysit. The next occurrence happened around Christmas time. This time I was babysitting with a friend, we were just sitting talking when all of a sudden I heard a high-pitched whistle echo all through the house. True this wasn't really scary, just weird.

            The next occurrence happened at an ex-boyfriends house the next year. He was always telling me his flat was haunted, I didn't really take that much notice of his stories. He told me about a red eyed ghost that would float above his bed, but I thought he was just doing it to freak me out. Well one evening we sitting talking with the lights low when he stares really intently behind me and says "nici don't look at it, ignore it and it will go away; I started to laugh thinking he was joking, but the look in his eyes told me he wasn't. He then really starts freaking out, trying to climb out the windows and shouting; oh my god , I've got to get out;. He then seeing how upset I was walked right through where this thing had been standing and opened the front door to let me out. Once we were outside all I heard was banging and crashing from inside this now empty flat.
I must stress that all this time I didn't actually see anything although he swears this black shadow metamorphasized into a demonic dog-like creature with red eyes and it was standing in the doorway. I should have known something was wrong with that house as a few weeks earlier me and friend had been sitting in his house while he slept off a cold. we were talking when all of a sudden the telephone table that was attached to the wall suddenly flew about six foot from the wall and hit my friend on the head. She was a
little stunned but we weren't classing this as a supernatural event, we were too busy laughing. We hunted out a screwdriver and set about fixing this thing to the wall. Another half hour later the same thing happened again, at the time we thought it just wasn't fixed into the wall securely (even though when we did it ourselves it seemed solid enough) but thinking back it may well have been the spirit playing games.
      Well hope you enjoyed the true stories, I'll write in with some other experiences soon.
 
 

In the current house we live in I have had my share of experiences such as the above, only more physical you could say...making physical contact with me once, alerting me of his/her presence. Mind you we bought the townhome before anyone else lived there...they were just built. Anyway, my first experience happened a couple years ago. My grandma who lived in Georgia had been very ill in a nursing home for some time. Memorial Day weekend my mother had called with the news that she had passed away. I can't remember why now, but there was a reason that I couldn't make the trip back home to Georgia to be at the funeral and I was devastated. I spent a good part of that day in bed, sad that she was gone and that I did not have a chance to say goodbye to her. My husband went to work (he works the 2nd shift from 3-11 P.M.).  My oldest and I decided that we would go out for dinner that night seeing as Daddy wasn't home. So around 5:00 I turned off the lights in the house, grabbed my purse, keys and we left coming toward my room, feet shuffling on the carpet. Very distinctive, with no mistaking what the sound was. I sat bolt upright and looked into the hallway. Nothing.  I wanted to be sure that I was truly awake before I woke my husband. The shuffling continued, slow and methodical, getting closer but I still saw nothing. I was very scared and shook him awake so hard that he actually got mad. As soon as I told him "Someone's in the F'ing house!" the sound stopped. I think it was her but I'm not sure...I haven't head that since... That night it never occured to me that it could have been Grandma Josephine in her slippers checking up on me again. She had Lupus and her feet were arthritic, so....she shuffled and walked with a cane.
 
 

My last story is where my ghost made physical contact with me. I was standing at the kitchen sink, the dead of winter here in Minnesota. My husband was outside with my oldest son. I was 6 months pregnant at the time. My hair was very long...past my shoulders. I had just turned my back (my kitchen is set up so that if you're facing the sink, your back is to the dining room and breakfast counter, you can't see anything behind you.) I felt like I was being watched but was not uncomfortable...none of our ghosts ever scared me(Save for when I heard the footsteps) really. Anway, my back is turned and all of a sudden, I felt a gentle breeze behind me blowing my hair and suddenly, very gently, a long piece of my hair was lifted straight up...like fingers had lifted it off of my back. It was then set back down very gently. The touch and the way it was lifted was almost lovingly, not meant to hurt or frighten me. So...those are my experiences. I have 3 theories on who the person or people is. I have a
 
 
 

Hi.  First I want to say what a great website this is.  It's nice to read of others who can sense spirits...It's easy to feel rather isolated when you know your "gift" is seen as a bit weird.  Even since I was very young I’ve been able to sense emotions.  I like to think of it as picking up on a location’s memories.  But until 2 days ago, I've never actually seen a ghost.

I've been looking for an apartment for a few months now.  I saw a new add in  the paper and decided to check it out.  The price was GREAT (all utilities included, including central air!!) and the apartment was in a cool neighborhood.  I called the owner and made an appointment to see it right away because if it was as nice as the add said, it would go fast!  I was also skeptical though.  The price was TOO good, and now I know why!!

When I pulled up in front of the building (an old house converted into a  2-flat), I made up my mind to take it.  The building was in great shape.  It was evident that the owner took good care of it.

The apartment was on the second floor and attic.  When the owner showed up and let me in, she said that they had recently remodeled, the apt. was  really nice, etc.  But I was starting to have doubts.  A really creepy feeling came over me.  Not like I was being watched or anything, just a feeling of a presence.  As I climbed the steps, the feeling got stronger and stronger.  I think even the owner felt it as well, since she started to get really nervous.  By the time we got to the top of the steps and went into the apt, the feeling of presence became very oppressive.  That's all I felt on that floor...just a presence.

The apt. was as nice as the owner had said, though.  It was huge and completely remodeled.  The main floor had a kitchen, dining room and living room.  The attic had two big rooms with enough space for a home office and bedroom.  The bathroom was also up there.

As we walked up to the attic, I felt some very powerful negative emotions--anger, hate, despair.  I realized that they weren't directed at us, but inward.  (Sorry, it's hard to explain.)

We reached the top of the steps (the office area) and stood talking for a few moments.  I just had to ask if anything unusual had happened here.  I've only felt such strong emotions at sites where I KNOW something happened.  I knew I hit a nerve because the owner got shifty-eyed and didn't really answer my question.  She said "Nothing any more unusual than happens in any college town." or something like that.

Anyway, she moved to open the bedroom door as she was answering my question.
  It opened out toward us, so as she opened it we both had to step back.  I was looking at her as she was talking, and she was sort of behind the door as it opened.

As the door cracked opened, I felt freezing cold air roll out.  I was wearing shorts and sandals, so felt the cold move over my legs and feet.  I was also hit by INTENSE emotion.  Much MUCH stronger than anything I've ever experienced before.  Despair, anger, self-hatred, a sense of futility.  All the hair on my arms and back of neck stood on end.  I KNOW the owner felt something too, because we were still looking at each other, and I'm sure my expression was very similar to hers.  TOTALLY CREEPED OUT!  She jerked the door open the rest of the way, and RIGHT THERE IN FRONT OF US was a man hanging by a noose.  Plain as day!!!!!  We both stepped back from the doorway (she gasped and I said something that I can't say here :-) ), and the DOOR SLAMMED SHUT IN OUR FACES!

Let me tell you, we both hightailed it out of that place.  When we were out on the front lawn, that's when I got the story.  No one would stay in that apt. for more than a few weeks.  The owner decided to renovate to "sweeten the pot" and try to get people to live there longer.  Also, the people on the first floor were long-time residents.  When they moved in, they complained of noises from upstairs (footsteps, loud bangs, etc) even when the upstairs apartment was vacant.  They eventually stopped complaining because no one could find anything, even the police.  She also said that she didn't like showing that apartment because it always felt "creepy."  We talked for quite a while.  I told her of my "ability" (which I think creeped her out even more!), and told her that the spirit needs closure.  After she said "well, DUH!" she said that she would check with her priest.

Needless to say, I'm NOT going to live there.  And I can't really say that I'm too happy about seeing my first ghost.  But I did learn an important lesson...the difference between a "residual" haunting and a "true" haunting!
 
 

All through my childhood i lived in an almost 200 year old Victorian house in a small Pennsylvania town. Two of the previous owners had died in the house, peacefully we believe. My room and my sister's were the two rooms where the owners had passed away. Our rooms were connected by a back passage, separate than the main hallway. We both constantly heard people walking, and the handles on the doors would turn. One night I saw a dark figure walk along one of my walls. I know it could not have been a car passing the house since my bedroom had one tiny window away from the street.  I was only about 8, but remember feeling very strange. I hid under my covers until i fell asleep. My sister and i had to do that on many occasions just to get through the night.  But it was strange since we lived in that house for 9 years, and my parents never saw or heard anything.
 
 

I have always had a real interest in ghosts, but never truly believed in them that was until
I was stationed at the Atsugi Naval Base in Japan, about nine years ago.
  I had a flight to the Island of Iwo Jima one day.  If you don't know the history of Iwo Jima, it had the most casualties in World War II. I always loved going there, being a real history buff and all..until this one day. I always went out cave hunting, looking for artifacts from the war. I've found spent shells and military boots, etc.  There are a lot of bodies that were never recovered, due to the amount of caves on this small island.  On this one particular flight, I was just too exhausted to do anything.  All I could think about was getting a few winks of shut eye when we landed. So when I arrived at the air terminal, I found a nice couch and fell asleep instantly. I was awoken by someone shaking me.  I looked around but no one was there. I figured it was one of my friends playing a joke on me, so I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep. I stayed still for a good ten minutes when I was shook again. I jumped up expecting to scare who ever was shaking me, but when I looked around and no one was there. One of the Japanese military who was working at the terminal came over and asked me what was wrong.  I was really shook up and explained to him what had happened. He just nodded his head, smiled and then told me it happens all the time.  I am very interested in hearing from anyone who has also had any strange experiences at this location or anywhere in Iwo Jima, Japan.
 
 

Your site is informative and very interesting. I felt compelled to share an experience I've had. Here it is.

About 15 years ago I had an experience that I will not forget. I feel I should be generic about the place to protect the interests of those involved. At the time I worked for a state parks department as a temporary summer laborer. Part of my duties was to once a week mow the lawn and check over a roughly 150 year old plantation home that the state had acquired as a historical home. The house was in rough shape and the consideration for restoration was still in government "Red Tape". But being that it was now park property, it had to be maintained. The house is off the beaten path and was a favorite for younger people to sneak into at night and "Party". So we had to occasionally go inside and check and clean the place up and repair the broken locks. The house is nestled against a hillside along the train tracks. The family graveyard is nearby. The earliest grave dating 1821. There is a nearby dwelling carved from the native stone that I assume was used while the house was being built that clearly predates the house. The house is an interesting layout, from the root cellar to the attic, with 2 hidden passages that we stumbled on while cleaning up beer bottles and such. This particular day I was checking the padlocks on the rear doors of the house while the crew was loading up the mowers. I was starting down the flagstone steps by the outhouse at the rear of the building heading to the front of the building when I had my encounter. It was approximately 4 pm. I started down the steps, I saw someone at the rear door just outside the porch at the flagstone patio. Knowing noone was supposed to be there I stopped to see who it was. I called out, "Excuse me, can I help you?" She was a woman, about 5 feet 5 inches tall, wearing what I think is called a sun dress with pink and blue flower prints on it. She looked as tangible as this computer monitor in front of me now. She was kneeling down as if to pick something up off the marble flagstones. It may have just been coincidence but when I called out to her, she stood to face me. Then turned, and vanished through the porch screen door, then through the locked rear door of the house. I was frightened at what I saw of course and ran around down the steps to the front of the building to where my co-workers were loading the mowers into the truck. They saw me running to the truck and stopped me to see what was wrong with me. After a few minutes to settle my nerves and catch my breath I told them the story. They both laughed at me and told me I was losing my mind. Well I endured my shock and their ridicule all the way back to the park shop. I asked them to say nothing to the other workers or the Ranger or superintendent. But of course, the moment we enter the office they begin to laugh and tell the officials about what I told them. The Ranger was the first one to respond. He looked at me and asked me what I saw. I told him and the superintendent looked up from his desk and walked back into the records room. He came back after a few minutes with a big file folder. Half testing me, he asked me to tell him if anyone in the pictures he was about to show me looked familiar. The third picture, the girl I had seen was in it. I identified her right away. The superintendent told me it's ok. We've all seen her.  About this time the permanent park crew came in the office, looked at the picture on the desk, looked and me and said, "Oh you saw her..". I felt even more faint at that point having been shown it was not my imagination. By the way, the other 2 guys in my crew, weren't laughing anymore. The superintendent and the ranger told me a few stories about their experiences in the house. But I think those would be for them to share. But suffice it to say, my experience was mild, compared to theirs.
 
 

Hello, Id like to tell you of an experience I had just over two years ago. My dad was 42 years old when he passed away suddenly from a heart attack (young I know). And it was the night of his burial when this took place. After the days events had passed, I kissed my mother goodnight and made my way home. I walked to my front door, put the key in the lock as per usual and *tried* to enter my house, however the door, seemed to be stuck after much persuading, ( and a few choice words ) the door swung open with ease "odd" I thought as I walked into the house ( that has never happened before ) My two children were tired and cranky, So I made a batch of warm chocolates and began to tuck them into bed. Before she dozed off my daughter (then aged 4 ) said to me "Mummy, koko looks sad". Koko was the name my daughter called my father, "It's ok I soothed my daughter koko is fine now". I bit shaken I made myself a coffee, changed into my nightwear and sat in bed reading a book. at Some point I fell asleep, I was awoken again by the strangest feeling I ever had in my life!, even now it is hard to explain. I was being shaken, I could feel the pressure of "something" on my back but the actual shaking seemed to come from inside my back ( I told you it was weird ). I opened my eyes and was about to turn around when I had a terrible feeling, something was behind me, and I was too afraid to ask what, I heard breathing, it sounded strained and laboured, then I could feel the breath on my back, I shuffled lower into my bed sheets hoping that what ever it was would think it was in the wrong place and leave. It was then I heard a voice as soft as a whisper but clear nonetheless " Baby???, it said are you awake?, I kind of shivered, that was my dads voice Id know it anywhere. "YES!!!" I wanted to scream I'm awake!!! but my lips fell silent, instead I just kind of nodded my head and whimpered. ( big chicken I know). And then all of a sudden my eyes kind of twitched and I was lying in my bed but my room was bright yellow.. I sat up and stared around, at this point I wasn't sure if I fell asleep again or if I was heading off to the spirit in the sky having been scared to death or something, and then it happened, my dad strolled right into the room, I wasn't scared and he was wearing his usual big toothy grin that I always loved, he sat down beside me and asked me " why are you sad?", I looked at him, he was still smiling but a look of concern was on his face also, and then I was visited by a strange notion, "oh my god" I thought, "he doesn't know". I had heard of this happening to "lost souls" and such but I had never ever seen it before. A multitude of things went through my mind, I thought to myself, "today I buried my father, and now he's a lost soul, I have the opportunity here to have him around a little bit longer?.....but I couldn't do that. So I said in my calmest voice, Dad I am sad because you have.... have passed on. " Dads face looked ashen, then he smiled at me, and was gone just like that, I was still in my bed, (the room had gone back to it's original state) and I just sat there not knowing what to do, so like any normal rational level headed adult would do in a situation like this, I rang my mother. It was 4am and I knew mum wouldn't approve of being woken at such an hour, but I did it anyway, surprisingly mum answered the phone on the first ring, I was about to barrage her with a million and one questions when she said " I know dear, he's been here already, he told me, now go back to sleep". All I could say was "oh, okay then mum goodnight" I slept easy that night, no shakings no heavy breathing, just a restful sleep. The next day I went to see mum ( she's had paranormal experiences quite often ) I asked her what did it all mean, she told me dad thought he wasn't gone, and couldn't understand why no one would talk to him. she said that dad told her that I had told him he had since passed and he was just calling in to say goodbye. I also asked her why he had to wake me the way he did, my reply was a loud "HAHAHA" I looked curiously at mum and she told me that I sleep like a log in dense forest and even at the best of times I'm almost impossible to wake. I like to think now that dad is in a happy place, a place with no heartaches and no sorrows, I have since had a few dreams about dad but nothing like that night. But ever now and then I hear a voice in my head that says things like, "it's gonna be fine baby", or " Don't do that baby". But those are other stories altogether.
I'd like to take this opportunity to thank you for giving me a chance to get this out, I didn't realise it was so long ( my apologies).
 
 

I was sent this page as a Halloween correspondence but became intrigued after reading the story of Mr. M and Pepper. My Mother is in the latter stages of Altzheimers Disease and is in a nursing home here in Mobile, Alabama.  She was raised in St. Mary’s Orphanage and has no family outside of us, her children. Mom has never had any recollection of her Mother and was told that it would be better not to investigate. Recently, Mom fell very ill with a urinary tract infection and was hospitalized. I informed my sister who lives in Jacksonville, Florida that things did not look good and that because of the advanced stage of Moms illness, that she should come to see Mom soon because every illness sets Mom back farther. Mom has not spoken intelligibly in almost 18 months and has been bedridden for a little longer. I felt that she might die from the infection. My sister came home to see my Mom. However by th
I asked if she looked like me, and Mom said, "No. Me." I said, "Mom, is there any one else there?". She said, "Yes." When I asked who, she answered, "Tracey.".  Tracey is our family dog who had passed away the preceding November, unbeknownst to my Mother. I asked, "Mom, do you want to go with her?". She turned to the pad on te wall again and said to the "person" there, "No, not tonight.".
 
 

In our family, we don't talk about ghosts except to say we don't believe in them.  That is, we SAY we don't believe in them, but that is just avoidance.

I remember when I was little, I was at my aunt's house for a visit.  In her neighborhood, houses are pressed almost right up to each other.  I could play in the front yard of my aunt's house and see into the neighbor's house through the window.  That house happened to belong to my aunt's cousin (my dad's cousin).  These houses were passed down through the family.  Anyhoo.

One day when I was playing out in the front yard, I remember looking up and seeing an old lady looking out the window at us, kind of scowling like we were disturbing her or something.  I didn't think anything of it.  I was always meeting old people that were family.  It seemed like every time we got together with relatives there was a new old person I had to meet and kiss hello.  I went into my aunt's house upset because I hated getting yelled at by anyone ( I was a wussy kid!) but my parents wouldn't believe me when I said an old lady next door yelled at me.  They said I must have seen my cousin's wife because no old lady lived there.  An explanation and we moved on with our lives.

Fast forward to a couple years ago.  I was chatting with my mom about these relatives who still live in this house.  She told me that the cousin doesn't like to talk about this topic, but that house was haunted.  They had seen something a couple of times while they slept, nothing threatening, just there.  Once, the cousin remembers getting up in the middle of the night for a drink of water and passed his infant daughter's crib and noticed her blankets were off her.  He made a mental note to recover her when he returned to bed.  When he came back through, the blankets were neatly tucked around the baby, as though someone did it for him.  When he got to bed, his wife was sleeping soundly.   On another occasions, toys got picked up.  Someone was constantly trying to keep the place neat for them.

My mom tells me that the cousin believes that the ghost is his grandfather's second wife.  She was a bitter old woman who didn't like kids and yelled at them any chance she got.  The cousin's grandfather died before she did and she never got along well with the relatives for the rest of her life.  The general belief about her ghost is that she is trying to amend this by watching out for them and trying to be generally helpful if she can.

I recall saying to my mom, "Oh, I know what old lady you're talking about.  I remember her looking out the window at me when I was little and playing in auntie's yard."  My mom said, "That is impossible.  She was dead long before you were born.  It must have been someone else."  I suppose that is always possible, but something tells me it was the ghost because I KNOW it was an old lady that scowled at me.
 
 

when my children were very small we lived in a house that was 100 years old and at night i would here the kids running around upstairs and would tell them to go to bed and they would say they were in bed than they started telling us about these kids that were playing in there room at night and sometimes i would remember that i had put there toys  away and some would be out the next morning  and i would say i thought you kids weren’t up playing last night they would say again it wasn’t us so my boyfriend and i decided to talk to each child alone one day and they told us what the boys looked like and what they were wearing and they told us about these two boys that had haircuts like buster brown and they had on knickers  they said pants that came to there knees and told us about the shoes the kids were wearing also my kids were small 7,6, and 4 and they would say that the boys wu thats my story
 
 

I enjoy your site very much and visit often.  I noticed you've listed the Oak Alley Plantation on your famous hauntings page.  Until I visited this site I didn't realize the plantation was "officially" haunted.  No one said anything about ghosts during my visit there.  I wanted to share my experience at Oak Alley.  My friend and I took a two week road trip from our home town in northern California to New Orleans in the winter of 1998. When we arrived in New Orleans we got into a minor car accident.  Long story short, the car wouldn't be fixed for two weeks and we had to stay in Louisiana a little longer than planned.  So we amused ourselves by seeing the city, taking in the sites.  We took a really great night tour of the French Quarter highlighting all the allegedly haunted locations (including the Lalaurie House, that was the scariest story I've heard to date).   Anyway, we decided we wanted to tour a plantation before we left.   We chose Oak Alley because I wanted to see where they had filmed "Interview with a Vampire".   My friend and I took a tour bus to Vacherie down an old dirt road in a very remote area and suddenly here's this huge house with glorious 300 year old oak trees out front.  In the daytime, in the dead of winter, there was a sadness about the place I cannot describe.  As soon as the tour started inside the house I felt as though we were being watched.  I got the impression that this presence felt continually trespassed upon and resented all the people coming through the house.  I sensed more than one entity but there was one that was particularly strong.  On the second floor this feeling was even stronger (probably because we were going into the bedrooms).  In the master bedroom I felt the distinct presence of a woman in black (I later learned that she is commonly seen).  That is where I began to feel faint and dizzy.  This feeling grew stronger as we exited the bedroom onto the widows walk and went around to the east facing side over looking a garden.  The tour had gone ahead and at this point I could hardly walk, I was holding myself up by the railing.  I felt like I was going to pass  out (which has never happened to me) or be sick, or both.  I looked over at my friend and her face was literally green, but she wasn't feeling what I was feeling.   I struggled back down to the first floor and gradually felt better as we left the house.  I knew the reaction I had on the widow's walk was to do with the presence I felt.  I couldn't eat anything the rest of the day.  I also picked up impressions of slaves being tortured and killed on the south east end of the property.  It was validating to know that other people have had experiences there as well.  I hadn't thought about that day until I stumbled onto your site.  If any one else has had an experience at the plantation I would like to hear about it.  Something about the energy in Louisana, so much death and turmoil in it's past.  Thanks for letting me share.
 
 

Hello. I am 36 years old and have had quite a few experiences. I am not sure what to make of them and have never really talked about them, but would like to get some input.

First, let me give you some background information. My mother died when I was 2 months old. She was just 20 years old and died from a rare aggressive cancer. I have a sister who is 4 years older than me. My father remarried (I am not sure how old I was when this happened), and I have 2 younger half-brothers. When my father remarried, they bought an old 4-story house in Folcroft, PA. This is where the story begins.....

I do not remember moving into the house (I am not even sure how old I was when this happened). My memories of this house begin approximately around 2nd grade.

It was an old house, with a large wrap around front porch and double doors. There was also a side door and a back door. And 2 different staircases. If you went in the front double doors, to your right, there was a set of steps that went all the way up to the 3rd floor (up, platform, up, platform, up, platform), so that you could stand at the bottom and look up to the 3rd floor. The 2nd staircase was as soon as you walked in the side door; the steps went directly up in front of you, only to the 2nd floor. It was a steep set of stairs, with full walls on both sides of the steps, almost like a tunnel. Then once you entered the side door, you would either go straight up the steps, or take a step down to your right, into the dining room and kitchen.

It was a very large house, with huge rooms. Sometimes, it felt almost cavernous. I don't know how old this house is, to be honest, I never looked into it. I kind of, don't want to know. There were2 pieces of furniture left in this house (from the previous owners, I guess). One was an old seat/coat rack. It was a bench (the seat of the bench lifted up), then attached to the bench was a large mirror (at least 4 feet), and on either side of the mirror, were hooks for coats/hats. This was a pretty large piece of furniture and always gave me a chill.

Then there was a "sharpening stone". I am guessing at the name of this machine, but I think I have the function correct. It was a large stone wheel, mounted on metal and attached to what looked like part of a bike. You would sit on the seat, push the pedals, and the stone would turn. Like to sharpen an axe.... or something. I did not like this either. My father kept it out on the back porch.

There was a powder room off of the kitchen (which was at the back of the house, adjacent to the back porch). It was outside the bathroom wall, on the porch, where this "wheel" sat. And the bathroom was constantly infested with huge black ants, and fly’s. All year long. It used to freak me out.

I never felt comfortable in this house. And for the 5+ years we lived there, I did not sleep much at all.

Okay, now that you have some of the visuals.....here are my experiences.

The only room that I felt comfortable in was the 2nd floor bathroom. I would take my pillow and blanket and go into the bathroom, curl up in the middle of the floor and sleep.

I would always hear noises up on the third floor. Various noises....talking, banging, walking, doors closing and opening. Nothing too loud, but loud enough to hear it. The house had an oppressive feel to it. I can't explain...it was just a heavy feeling.

We had approximately 10 different pets in the short time that we lived there. ALL of them ran away. We had a Collie, a Dalmatian, a few mutts, a cat and even something that my father called a Tasmanian Devil. It looked like a bat's head on a dog's body, except that it had no tail. Long snout, with long pointed teeth and very big pointy ears. This dog would sit behind the couch in the main living room and just growl and show his teeth. NONE of the animals would go up the main set of stairs. There was a large room as you came in the front double doors (in between the front door and the beginning of the steps). This was also where the coat/hat rack resided. Well, we would go into this room, which was our play room, and I would try to drag one of the dogs in there with me to play, and they would look up the stairs and growl, hair on the back of their necks standing. And when I would let their collar go, they would take off for the back door, and cry until you let them out. Every one of these dogs, dug a hole under the back fence and ran away.

Then I tried to carry our cat, Sebastian, up the stairs. I made it halfway up the first set, before the first landing, and the cat practically clawed my eyes out to get away, and leapt to the bottom of the steps, hissing as it ran. My face, neck and arms were pretty clawed up. He did a number on me, just to get away from the stairs.

I would sit on that first set of steps and play sometimes.  I would feel these rushes of cold air go past me.  But they were very quick. As soon as I would feel it and look up, it would be done. This only happened on those stairs.

I would tell my sister these things, but she didn't believe me. She was 4 years older than I was and at that time, was approx. 12 or so. She really didn't want to be bothered. My father worked 2 jobs and my stepmother drank alot, so it was often that I was playing in the house, pretty much on my own.

I remember hearing whispering throughout the house. And the more I would try to focus on what was being said, the more blurred it would become. It was always so faint, that there were times I thought it was just my imagination.

I was very neat and organized. I had a stepmother that drank alot, and she did not like thing messy. So, I was careful with where I put things. My toys would disappear from my room....small things, like a Barbie shoe. Then reappear elsewhere in the house, like on top of the fireplace mantel, or in the china closet inside a teacup or glass. These were places that I couldn't even reach. And I would get in trouble for putting them there.

Finally my father and stepmother divorced and my sister and I moved in with our grandparents. I don't specifically remember moving out of the house, I just remember feeling calm on the first night at my grandparents. And that was where I stayed.

Things were quiet for a number of years, until I bought my own house. The story continues even further than that. I now have 2 children, and my youngest son apparently sees ghosts. Some are friendly, and he talks about them as if they were regular people. Others "poke" at him in his bed at night, and upset him to the point of hysteria.
This is a long first letter, and I do appreciate your listening to me. I will follow up with the other stories........
 
 

Good afternoon to all. This is part 3 of what seems to be a never-ending story.

I left off with us moving to Florida. We were in a very small town approximately 25 miles south of Orlando. It was pretty small, it took almost 12 of the 25 miles, just to get to what would normally be called “town”.  Within this small development was 1 gas station, a Denny’s, a Burger King, a small grocery store, a Pizza Hut, a Video Store and a small convenience store (kind of like a 7-Eleven) called the Farm Store.

Now this was ALL there was for 12 miles. And we were about 1.5 miles from this little strip of stores. We were really in the sticks.  There are no streetlights, except for the ones on the main strip. Once you turn off onto any given side street, it is dark, big time.

We were renting a very nice house. Approximately 2700 square feet. Really open & spacious, 4 full size bedrooms, Kitchen, Dining room, Family room and den, a large swimming pool, 2 car garage and a cool circular driveway.  Aesthetically pleasing.  Also, there was about 1.5 acres in between our house and the other houses next to us. And there was nothing but woods behind us.

But from the time we moved in, I didn’t sleep.  My husband and my oldest son, seemed perfectly at home. Not a problem or care in the world.  But for my youngest son, and myself, it was different.

As for myself, I just felt uneasy…uncomfortable. Even during the daylight hours, I hated being at home alone. The nights were even worse.  I would stay up until 3:00 or 4:00am, until my eyes just wouldn’t stay open any longer.  Also, I always had pains in my chest, up in the left shoulder region. From the time we arrived until the time we left, I had these pains throughout the day, every day.  I went and had all kinds of tests done. They did several EKG’s, a stress test and even an ultrasound of my heart and carotid arteries. All tests showed I was in good health.

My little one was just under 2 years old when we moved to Florida. It is hard to gauge someone this young. He couldn’t really tell me what was going on, granted he was talking, but not in complete sentences.

But I do know this, he would look at things.  His eyes would follow something across the room, when nothing was there.  I would be playing with him and he would look up and stare at something just beyond me. And when I would turn around, of course there was nothing there.  I would look back at him, and he would still be staring.  Not a blank stare either, his eyes would move around a bit, as if he were watching someone or something.

He also never slept in this house.  It was quite difficult to get him to sleep most nights. It is not that he would cry or anything like that, he would lay quietly, he just wouldn’t fall asleep.  But you couldn’t leave him alone either, or he would cry. And every night he would wake up around 2:00 or 3:00am and end up in bed with me.

Then one night, the children were sleeping and my husband and I were sitting on the couch watching TV when all of a sudden we heard a woman screaming outside. We looked at each other, and took off out the garage door and into the driveway. We keep hearing this woman screaming…no words, just screams. He ran around the back of the house. I ran inside and turned on all of the floodlights. While standing in the driveway, it sounded like she was very close. Like no further than the back of the house. My husband continued to walk around outside. I went back in through the garage, then out into the screened area where the pool is. And with the floodlights on, you could see a pretty good distance.  But the screaming had stopped.  We found nothing.

It was quite unnerving to have heard these screams. I felt so very uneasy.  All I could think of was back in these thick woods, was a woman in trouble and we couldn’t find her. So, we called the police and they came out. They sent a few men into the woods with these huge searchlights, but found nothing. They also went and talked to the neighbors, but the neighbors said that they hadn’t heard a thing.  Weird.  So, we checked back with the police a few days later and they said that they had not received any missing persons report within the past week. No one could explain what we heard.

The cops said it might have been a girlfriend and boyfriend fighting. But, I don’t believe it.  We were living in a remote area, backed up to some woods and also on a cul-de-sac. So, it is not like there was any thru-traffic. And there were no cars around with the exception of our neighbor’s cars.  The screaming was close to us too….it didn’t sound like it was back in the woods or ½ a mile up the road, it sounded closer than that.

On to the next experience. We did not live too far from Kennedy Space Center (KSC). It was actually very cool the first time the Shuttle landed at Kennedy. The sonic boom is amazing. If you have never heard or felt this phenomenon, you should, it is awesome.

Well, the first time I heard and felt it, I was prepared because I knew it was coming. It was all over the news that the Shuttle was scheduled to land at around 2:00pm. So, at about 1:30 I was outside playing with the kids and about 15 minutes later, I felt this push of air against my whole body then these 2 loud “booms”. It was most fascinating.  Never having felt a sonic boom before, I wasn’t sure what to expect. But now having experienced it, believe me when I tell you there is no mistaking it for something else. It is unique.

So, during one of my many sleepless nights, I was sitting in the family room watching TV, when all of a sudden I felt the house shake and heard this loud “boom”. At first I sat there in shock. Then I jumped up and turned on the floodlights to look outside. I honestly thought a car had plowed into the side of the house. But there was nothing. Then I went back and sat down, analyzing in my head, the sound that I had heard. Then it came to me that the Shuttle must have landed. There was almost a sense of relief, like yeah..that’s what that was.  But, when flicking through the channels, I caught the rerun of the 11:00pm News. So, I watched it to get info on the Shuttle, but there was none. Now living in Florida, I noticed that KSC was always in the news for one thing or another. And especially during launches and landings, it was all over the news. But on the rerun of the news that night, there was no mention of it. Odd.

So, I jumped online to see if I could find a schedule for KSC and Shuttle activity. And on their web site, it said that there were no launches or landings scheduled for the Shuttle at this time, please check back.

I asked my husband the next morning if he had heard it, and of course he had not. I watched the morning edition of the news, to make sure that something hadn’t happened overnight, that might not have been on the 11:00pm news or the KSC web site. Again, there was no mention of a scheduled or otherwise, Shuttle landing.

To this day, I have not been able to explain what that noise was. But, I am positive it had the presence of a sonic boom. Just without the presence of the Shuttle.

We moved back to PA within 4 months of that occurrence. Nothing else had happened since then, with the exception of my son looking at things that weren’t there.

Unfortunately, the job didn’t work out and neither did my marriage.  So, I moved back to PA and in with my sister until I could find a place of my own. And that’s where the fun really begins……

Thanks again for listening. And I will continue the story with part 4 soon.
Take care to all!
 
 

I have had a few experiences of ghosts. First of all in my old house. It is about 100 years old and is part of a terrace that was built for the local miners:
    I never actually put all the pieces together until just before me and my family moved out of the house.
There was always something strange about it, but I just kept putting things down to coincidence. We lived there since I was only three, and I always had this strange feeling about my mother's bedroom. It was a side door along the upstairs hall. The hall was really spooky in itself. It was unlit, had no windows, and doors at the top and bottom. I refused to walk down it in the dark all my life. My mother had a wicker chair in the corner of her room that always seemed to be the focus of my fear. I was scared to go in by myself and whenever I had to walk down the hall I would shut my mother's bedroom door without looking inside. I don't really know when this fear started, I just always had a bad feeling from it.
  My mother would go out to work at nights and I would be left to babysit my younger brother. Sometimes we would be downstairs and would hear banging and floorboards creaking above us, where the hall is. We had two cats so I would put it down to them, but often they were downstairs with us or outside.
  Anyway, I can't really remember very much more happening until the year before we left. I had a musical jewelry box in my window at the foot of the bunk-bed I shared with my younger brother. I never wound the box up because it was really tough and it annoyed me when it sang every time I opened it. For the few weeks before we left, at the same time every morning, the jewelry box would play. At first I thought someone must have knocked it, but it kept happening day after day at the exact same time and when I checked it, it was unwound.
  After we left the house my mum finally told us of the things she had witnessed. She said she didn't want to tell us before in case we were scared. She said she would often be downstairs while we were at school and she would hear banging and footsteps in the hall
above. She said that sometimes she heard someone saying her name. She said that sometimes she would feel the hairs raise up on her neck as the room went cold.
  Just something to add, it might be unrelated, a coincidence, but the man who moved into the house after us died of a heart attack a couple of weeks later. No one has lived there since.
My other experience was a couple of years ago at my friend's grandparents' house. It was bonfire night and her family had invited me to the party. Me, my friend, her sister, and her sister's friend spent most of the night wandering around her large garden. The house was built by the family on a large plot of land that was a field. You can't see from one side the other in the dark, it's so large! The adults were crowded around the bonfire at the far end of the garden, near the house, and us being teenagers were wandering off. It got dark, and we just kept walking around talking and such. Then my friend's sister and her friend went back to the house. Me and my friend were stood talking at the far end of the garden. Just about boys and such.
Then, completely unexpectedly her face changed and she went white. I asked her what was wrong. She told me that I wouldn't believe her, but that she had just seen two white figures stood about 20 feet away from her. One large one and one small one. I was dubious but I asked her to point where. Her hand was shaking as she pointed. I asked her if she was joking but she denied it, and didn't look like she was making it up. I stood watching where she had pointed for about 3 minutes. She said she had seen them in the corner of the garden, where two fences meet. On the other side of the fences is another open field, but she said they were on the inside of the fence. I waited, and then what I saw terrified me! Two white figures appeared from the corner of the garden, where she had said.
They ran for about 5 seconds, straight across our viewpoint, and then disappeared. My friend and I ran screaming and crying to her parents. They didn't believe us of course. So we went a second time, this time taking my friend's sister's friend. We waited, and again we saw the exact same thing. And again we ran. It was so frightening! Two ghostly figures, running straight in front of us. Being of a scientific nature, my friend and I looked at all the possibilities of what it could be. It wasn't foggy, it was a clear night, all the bonfire smoke was well over the other side of the garden, there was nothing to make any light, and nothing for the light to shine upon. Nothing could explain what we saw.
 
 

hello, my name is kelly and i believe i have had a supernatural experience in new lenox. on vine street their is an abandoned house, and whenever you buy it their no birds, no sounds, nothing....and then you get this creepy cold feeling and you know something is wrong, like all the hairs on the back of your neck stands up...once i had the nerve to go inside, and when i walked in, i saw a bright flash of light and i was pushed to the ground...immediately, i ran out of that house, and never have been back since...with good reason. at night, sometimes you can see lights and hear sounds in that house. but now im too scared to trying anything else.
 
 

 Hello! My name is Chris and I recently experienced something that I thought, was just me, losing my mind.

First of all, I am a hairdresser ,and I was in a rush one morning a few weeks ago to go to the beauty supply store. I was looking around for my purse in my house and for the life of me, could not find it.  I know for a fact that I brought it in from my car the night before, when I got home from shopping because I still had a large amount of cash in it, and didn't want to be stolen. I live in a small town of about 971 people and it's usually pretty safe to leave your doors unlocked in your vehicle or house, and alot of the time I just leave my purse in my van on the floor behind the driver seat , so at least it's out of sight. Anyway, this time I chose to take it in the house.
     So I decided to go the supply store anyway, and took the chance of not having a license with me. I arrived home and again, looked and looked. I tore my house apart looking for it.  I looked in places I knew it wouldn't be, for the heck of it. I was pretty desperate. I even looked in laundry baskets full of clothes, thinking one of my kids put it in there and it got covered up. Still no luck. So I called my bank, reported my purse missing, credit cards , etc.
     I brought my stuff in from the supply store awhile later and set it on my living room floor and started going through it. I had a lot of new things I was excited to have gotten, so it felt like Christmas. (LOL)...Anyway I was sitting on the floor with my legs crossed (Indian style) and there sits my purse right smack dab next to my  right leg. If it were any closer and if it had teeth, it could of bit me. My heart fell to my stomach and my hair on the back of my neck stood up.
     While I was looking for it earlier I was talking out loud, saying "Ok, where is my purse!!! Someone please help me!!".. I felt silly but sometimes when I do that ,I end up finding what I'm looking for.
     I KNOW for a fact that hadn't been sitting there the whole time. If it were, I would of tripped over it as many times I had walked by the spot I was sitting.
    Whether or not I just didn't see it, I dont' know, but it scared the heck out of me.
     I called my grandmother and asked her if that day was an anniversary of someone's death or a birthday to help explain what happened. Things often happen to my grandma in her own home, which is why I called her.
 
 

I would like to know if anyone has experienced anything like what my family and I experienced in 1977?  Especially if anyone reading this ever lived in or around the Gulfport, Mississippi area, and may have heard of similar stories.
Around 1977, I was stationed at the Gulfport Naval Construction Center.  Just before Christmas, my wife and I, along with my two daughters (They were ages 4 and 2 then), moved into a new military housing area located just north of I-10. The housing area was so new that every house in the entire subdivision didn't even have grass yet.  I lived on the back row of the development with a wooded area behind me and to the side of me.  It was a real nice house. It was a three bed room house, and each of us having our own room.
There was a central hall way running down the middle and a single bathroom off to the left.
Everything was going great.  This was the first house we had lived in as a family, having lived in apartments up until then.  It wasn't very long before strange things started happening in the house.  I was usually the last person to go to bed and the first person to wake up.  I would leave for work and notice things were sort of moved around a bit as if someone was picking them up and putting them back down but not quite in same place. I would walk into the room and see the rocking chair moving, which I attributed to the wind or other reasons. Having two young children,
I didn't really didn't think anything of this until later when things started to really go wild.

My youngest daughter developed this fear sleeping in her room.  At first, we just thought it was because she never slept away from her sister before. I would pick her up when she was sound asleep, place her in her bed and wake the next morning finding her in my bed or on the couch in the front room.  I asked her why she wouldn't sleep in her room she would only say that there was a monster in her room. I tried all the tricks parents would do to get her to stay in her room.  But like clock work, she would fall asleep in her room, but would wake up move to any place other than her room.  (Years later when talking to my daughter about this, she told me she remember some guy would come out of her closet and just stand over her and look at her).  My oldest daughter refused to let her sister sleep with her because the monster would follow her into her room. It got so bad that the girls refused to sleep.  We started leaving the hall light on so the girls would go to sleep and we could get some rest.
One night, I had to get up early and just had to get some sleep.  I was lying in bed when I started hearing what I thought was music.  I could not hear the actual notes or any words, but I could hear what I can only describe as the vibration one would get if the sound was coming through your walls.  I lay in bed for what seem like hours, unable to sleep because of the music.
 I finally got out of bed and went next door to ask my neighbor to please turn down the music.  As soon as I got outside, all was quite!  I thought to myself,
"Good, now I can get some sleep", only to have the music start again.  A few weeks later my parents came and stayed the weekend.  The next morning I asked my Dad how he had slept.  He stated great, except for the radio that played most of the night.  My wife and I laugh, saying it was our "ghost" and explained about the music I heard a few weeks earlier.  My Dad stated, "Perhaps you have squirrels or other pest in your attic".  We went up into the attic with flash lights, but could not find a nest of any sort.  We eventually explained it away by saying maybe it was a vent.
While we explained away the "music", the nightly visit to my daughter seemed to increase. We gave up trying to make my youngest stay in her room and my oldest seem to need company and wanted her sister to remain.
This seemed to anger our "guest"!  For soon he started to pay my wife and me a visit.
One particular night the kids were asleep and my wife and I were lying in bed when we both felt like some one was sitting on the end of the bed and decided to stand up.  We both felt the corner rise, but again we just sort of explained it all away by saying perhaps the bed was just caught and had picked that time to release itself.  A few nights later I was awaken by the most guttural moans you could imagine. Instead of a ghost, it was my wife.  Before I could move to wake her, she sat right up and screamed that something had
grabbed both her legs and was trying to pull her out of the bed.  We again tried to explain it away as a dream.  Except this dream re-occurred shortly afterwards.  This time we were lying down talking.
Again, she felt something grab her and start to pull her down.  This time I thought I saw the covers move as if an arm had reach under the blanket. We started to notice the other things I had mention before, the rocking chair moving and the items that were moved.
The final straw, as they say, was when I finally got to see our visitor.  With all that was going on, I was usually the last to fall asleep.  I had gotten up once my wife was asleep and went into the front room to watch some television.  It was about 1:00 a.m. when I went back to the bed room.  I had just laid my head down on the pillow and was reaching to remove my glasses when I saw what I could only describe as a short man, very old looking, wearing a white sleeping shirt.  He was standing in my doorway grinning ear to ear. While I could see his features and make out the smile, what was wrong was I could still see the wall behind him.  I yelled, "Who are you? What do you want"?  Out of the corner of my eye my wife stirred and I glance towards her. I thought I imagine his smile turn to a frown.  He just didn't disappear as much as he just sort of faded away. I once heard people describe it like a movie projector that was turned off and as the light faded, so did the picture.  Needless to say we moved shortly afterwards.  To this day, both my daughters remember the nightly visitor and they will not sleep in a room with the closet doors open.  I am still left with doubt as to how much really happen and how much was imagined.
 
 

Ok, I thought really hard about actually writing to you to tell you about this, it seems like such along time ago, but I can remember every detail.
It still makes me feel weird.  When I was little we lived in a huge house right off the hi-way.  You came down a really long lane and the house was surrounded by trees. It had three bedrooms and a bathroom upstairs, and down stairs was a living room, dining room, and a big kitchen.  Well, when I was about five I remember getting in to trouble because I just would not stay in bed. I was always afraid to go to bed.  I used to line all of my stuffed animals up on the top stair step, as if they would some how save me.  I remember going down to the basement to watch my grandpa put in a bathroom down there, and getting lost.  It was not a big basement.  Only one big room with the steps coming down in the middle of the room. But yet, I got lost. I remember going around in circles and thinking this isn't right, the stairs are right here.  The "spell" was finally broke when my grandpa hollered down to tell me to come up. Anyway, When I was about 6 yrs old, I remember being in bed and hearing someone call for "MOM". My little brother was only 4 months old.  I new this.  I got up out of bed and looked out my bedroom door, which was right by the stairs. I looked at my stuffed animals all lined up at their vigal and then looked down the stairs.  There standing at the bottom of the stairs, with his hand on the banister, was a little boy dressed in a red and white striped T-shirt, blue jeans, and white shoes.  I can describe him to this day with perfect clarity.  He had blond hair and blue eyes and looked like a normal kid. My first thought was "what was this kid doing in my house".  Then, I yelled for MoM and he disappeared.  I was so scared I will never forget that feeling as long as I live.  I got spanked, too. No one believed me, or so I thought.  When I was 24 I was talking to my dad, a 6'4, 250 pound biker.  I told him about it again.  He said he remembered. He also said that he found out a couple months after the incident that a little boy had died in our house.  He fell into a tub of lye in the basement.  He was wearing the clothes I described.  It still makes me wonder what really happened but I do know that we moved shortly after this, because my mom and dad did not like being in the house alone. My cousin lived in the house later and said he never heard any thing. The house has since burned down, and another rebuilt.  But I still wonder if the little boy is there. What do you think? I am now 29 yrs old and still think about this.
 
 

Hello. I wanted to tell you of my personal ghost experiences. I used to live at 113 Bennett Street in Battle Creek, Michigan. Myself, along with my two nieces, and others have seen a ghost of a little girl and a ghost hand that appeared to be a man's hand. I've tried to find out if anyone has ever been killed in that house but was unlucky but maybe you can help. I know that house has been there since the 1920's. I have looked in local pages on homes of the 20's here in Battle Creek. Now, for what I and others have seen in this house. There is stairs that lead to the two upper bedrooms in this house. I have seen the little girl standing on these stairs and when my nieces were younger and still living in this house I used to yell at the ghost thinking it was one of them. As for the hand, we had seen that reach out at us when walking up the stairs. My Aunt now lives in this home and she has been the owner of this home for over 20 years. Of course, she doesn't believe in ghosts and she would be that maybe a little girl years ago was pushed down those stairs or perhaps stairs of a house that was there before that one by a man. Also, that night that we all seen her together we all thought maybe that was the anniversary of her death. Like I said, I tried to find info. On any deaths that might have happened in that house but was unsuccessful. My Aunt is the only one who has been living in that house for the past 6 years. My Aunt lived in that house though when I was a kid there and I used to stay there a lot growing up but never remember seeing a ghost there when I was a kid but, remember feeling a creepy feeling when I was upstairs in the bedrooms and all my cousins that stayed there too agree with that. If you could find out if there's anything that ever happened in that house as far as death, I would appreciate it. I do have other ghost encounters but, I'll write to you on those another time. Thank you!
 
 

I have always believed in ghosts but I never thought I would see 1.   Well here is my story.  When I was 12yrs old I lost my dog lady she was my favorite dog and then about 2 weeks later my papa died. About a day after he died I seen him in my church parking lot like he was trying to tell me something but I couldn't figure it out. It didn't scare me but I still trying to figure out what he was wanting. And I had