Dear Shadow lands, I love all my animals and losing them is devastating.
In 1996 my dear little pet piglet
Yum Yum (from Madame Butterfly) became ill at just eleven weeks old. She
had been hand raised and was so tame and playful, her illness seemed
minor at first, but over 4 days escalated into something very serious
indeed, even though our vets tried everything to save her, we lost her.
The night she died in our little back room on her special bed, my
husband and I did our best to try and deal with losing her, and then
late that night we quietly buried her under a favourite tree and said
our goodbyes. Later the next day, my husband said to me, I want to tell
you something about Yum Yum, do you want to hear it or will it upset
you. I told him it was okay. He said that the night Yum died he had
walked through her little room late that night to get a drink, and he
very clearly felt her brush against his legs, bristles and all, just
like she loved to do. I found that a great comfort, that her soul and
her spirit had not left us. She was a special little pig.
I now have Enya, my beloved pig who's been with me 6 years, but we will
never forget little Yum Yum.
Where I Grew Up
Let me begin by saying that I don't know what a ghost is. There's
obviously a phenomena occurring for which there is no explanation, but
is it spirits? Residual energy? I don't know and I refuse to limit the
possibilities either scientifically or spiritually until there is a concrete
reason for their elimination.I also try to eliminate every possible reasonable
and logical explanation for an occurence before I will classify it as unknown
or supernatural in nature. Myself and my family have definitely experienced
whatever the phenonema may be. This might get a little long because a lot
of the things happened to us as our period of residence in this place spanned
I grew up in a row home in Lancaster City in Southeastern Pennsylvania, a little slice of urbania in the middle of PA Dutch Country about 1 1/2 hrs outside of Philadelphia. It was pretty ordinary from the outside but many extraordinary things occurred within.
The first thing I distinctly remember occurred in my brother's room in the back of the house. We were kids and I had seen a mouse in my room, so for some reason, I felt safer sleeping on a cot in my brother's room- guess I figured the mouse couldn't get me there.It was bedtime and my brother was laying on his bed and I was on the cot with the lights out.We were talking when all of a sudden, the entire corner of the room lit up blue and there was an electrical sound, like static. We both jumped up and ran downstairs to get my parents. They came up to investigate and came up with some lame excuse like it was static electricity. The corner of the room where it happened was totally empty and it was not storming or anything outside. Today my parents acknowledge that they have no idea what it was- they were just trying to come up with an explanattion to make us feel better.
Another occurrence was witnessed on separate occasions by myself and also my two sisters and one of their friends. On the third floor of the house, there were two rooms. The front one we used as storage and the back one was used by each of us as a bedroom at different times. There was a door between the two rooms that was closed with a hook and eye latch- the kind that has the metal piece that slides underneath to secure it. While it was my bedroom, on several separate occasions, the door would start pulling violently from the other side as if someone were tugging on it, but there was no one over there. My mom said it was the wind, but the windows were shut and the storm windows were down as it was winter, and it was being pulled way more violently than any wind could have done. My sisters had the same experience later when it was their room, only the lock came unlatched by itself and the door swung open right in front of their eyes. A friend of my youngest sister was there once when it happened and alos witnessed it.
When I was a senior in high school, I was kind of going through a very rebellious phase and cut school a lot. I would be the only person in the house. I would go down to the bathroom and the water would be running. I would shut it off and go back to my room. Next time I went to the bathroom, the water would be running again. The happened repeatedly.
My dad and my youngest sister are the only ones who really saw any apparitions. My dad used to wake up during the night and see the dark figure of a man standing at the end of his bed or sometimes by the window. He woke my mom up a few times, but she could never see the man.He said he even crawled to the end of the bed a few times and was trying to touch the figure to see if it was real but his hand passed right through it. My dad also said the figure beckoned to him on several occasions and then turned around and walked out of the room. He also would every so often awaken and see an orb of light up in the corner of his bedroom. He said it would come rushing at him and veer off a the last minute and he could feel a breeze on his face as it passed. My sister, while occupying the aforementioned third floor bedroom, said she awoke one night to see a dark figure standing at the top of the stairs (the stairs opened right into the room). She said she was afraid someone had broken in and she tried to get up but she couldn't. Eventually, the figure faded away and she was able to move.I don't know if this was sleep paralysis, a supernatural experience or maybe a little of both.
My other sister, despite the third floor door experience she had had, was a skeptic. Until one day her and my brother were alone in the house. My brother was sleeping with his door shut and a fan on and she was in the bathroom getting ready for work when all of the sudden she heard moaning coming from the bottom of the stairs. She peeked out because she thought maybe it was the dog, but there was nobody there and the moaning stopped. As soon as she went back in the bathroom, it started again. She said she locked the bathroom door and was scared to death. She investigated but couldn't find any explanation for the moaning.
I used to have experiences with things disappearing. I dropped a piece of paper once and went to pick it up. It was gone. I never found it even though I searched and searched for it. I would sit things down, and turn around a minute or two later to get them, and they would be gone. After awhile, this got on my nerves and I started demanding my stuff back. Usually, I got it within a few minutes- many times, exactly where it had been previously.
I also woke up one morning with scratches all over the left half of my body. I always sleep on my right side, so the left was up from the bed. At the time, I was playing bass guitar in jazz band at school. so I had no fingernails whatsoever. I tried really hard to duplicate the scratched because I figured maybe I had just had a dream and done it to myself in my sleep, but I couldn't duplicate them. That was very freaky. (This also occurred in the third floor. I also heard in that room what sounded like one end of a telephone conversation. It was right in the room with me and it was the voice of an adult male, but it was winter and all the windows were shut and, at the time, we had no phone upstairs.)
The most interesting things happened when my nephew came along. He and my sister live with my mom in this house (my parents had divorced and my dad had moved out by this time). My sister and he shared my brothers old bedroom. One night, he had just gotten his bath and was sitting on the bed. My sister was trying to dress him, but he was looking straight past her and giggling. Then he started counting. My sister asked him what he was counting and he said "Fingers." There was nobody else home at the time.
He also saw my dead grandmother, who had died before he was born and whom he had never met or seen pictures of. We called her Nanny. My sister and he were in the living room and all of the sudden he said " You can go to bed now, Nanny." My sister asked him where Nanny was and he pointed to the video shelf and said "She's right there", kind of in a manner that he couldn't understand why my sister couldn't see her. My sister asked him if it was Nana (our other grandmother) or Grammy(what he calls our mom) and he said no, it was Nanny.
The last incident I will relate is something that happened to my mom. She was home alone and in the kitchen there was a big bunch of helium balloons that my nephew had gotten when he was sick. My mom went upstairs to her bedroom. When she went to go back downstairs, the balloons were in the back bedroom upstairs (which was my brothers room and was now my sister and nephews). The balloons would have had to, in a very short time( maybe 5 minutes according to my mom), travelled all the way through the living room,ducked to get through the doorway and made what amounts to a u-turn to go around the wall separating the living room and hallway, gone up the stairs, then ducked down to get through the doorway to the bedroom as the ceiling in the hallway was much higher. My mom was always a little skeptical of the happenings at the house as well, but she admitted that that was very strange.
The funny thing is, a lot of this stuff only came to surface after we moved out and were talking about the past. We were all having these experiences and we didn't know it until much later on.So it really wasn't like a mass hallucination or like the suggestion of a haunting was out there and our minds were just producing these things.. I don't know what it was going on in that house, but there was something. Sometimes I wonder if was something like a mass generated poltergeist phenomenon because there was a great deal of tension in that house while we all lived there (we were pretty bad off financially and my parents didn't get along at all) or if maybe we triggered the emergence of something spiritual or residual, I don't know. I've had experiences at other locales in my life but the series of events at this home was the most enduring and most blatant I've encountered thusfar.
I grew up near the West Brunswick Cemetary in Brunswick, OH. It was
well-kept, beautiful, and old cemetary. It was peaceful, except for a few
places. One was a tiny chapel near the center of the cemetary. The place has
not been opened since the 1800s, and if you peer in through one of the
barred windows, you can see a shovel, an old pail, and, if you're looking at
the right time, a man. I don't know who the man is, I know only that my
friends and I got a bad shock when we looked in and saw him sitting there.
We, naturally, screamed, and some other friends came over and looked in.
They found nothing. Another spot is the "Baby Garden". The Baby Garden is a
large part of the cemetary in which infants were buried. It's a very sad and
depressing place, as most of the, er, occupants were less than a year old
when they passed on. But the most disturbing aspect of this place is that
you can hear the crying of infants at various times of the day and night.
After much pondering, my friends and I have concluded that the moment they
cry, that was when they were born. There is a crypt, near the chapel, from
which comes breathing noises. This may be just some superstitious rural
folks imagination, but it is still very unnerving when a wind arises around
the grave, but no leaves move no matter how intense the wind. Feel free to
e-mail me. I love to swap stories.
Watching Over Us
I am originally from Tennessee, but grew up in Sarasota Florida after
my family had to move due to financial reasons. We ended up with
a house on Cass Circle in the Siesta Heights Neighborhood. I never
really thought anything was strange about growing up there at the time,
even though Mom said I spent entirely too much time talking to a Guy named
Chester in their Closet. The routine was pretty simple - I was the
youngest and had an early bedtime. My sister shared the room with me and
had to join before long. The house only had two bedrooms and you could
see the door to our parents room and see the livingroom from our vantage
points in our beds. Every night I would see what I thought
was Dad leave the bedroom with a lit cigarette, walk around the livingroom,
then stand in our doorway staring at us. He would then turn and go
back into the bedroom and we would not sThis went on all the way up through
my teen years and had become such a normal part of life that I never really
gave it much thought. Then one day it hit me like a BRICK.............
Dad was deathly afraid of falling asleep and setting something on fire when smoking. Mom was the same way. For this reason they never kept cigarettes, lighters or ashtray's in their bedroom. But this shadow I saw come out of the room every night, had what looked like a lit cigarette and would eventually walk back into the room with it and not come out. There were no ashtray's, no garbage cans, no place to put the ashes or butt. This that I had seen all this time, COULD NOT BE DAD.............
I spoke to my sister about this when I hit my twenties, and she went "WOW" - You remember seeing that too. She went, you know that couldnt have been Dad cause he wouldn't smoke in the bedroom or at night. I said I know, that is why I asked you to see if I was crazy.
I would have given anything to have still been living there when I discovered all this. I would love to know if this sort of thing still goes on. I also wonder if Chester in my parents closet, was the one watching over us each night.............
Von Minden Hotel in Schulenburg, Tx
Wanting to do something different than just dressing up for Halloween,
my girlfriend and I headed to the haunted Von Minden Hotel in Schulenburg
We had intented to stay the night but decided, en route, not to after all. The town is not much to look at but the hotel definitely stands out. It's a slightly run down (yet beautiful) hotel that houses both a quaint theater and pizza parlour on the bottom floor. We decided to start off with pizza then convince one of the owners to give us a quick tour. Upon entering the pizza parlour, we were greeted by a handful of young tricker-treaters and a very friendly guy named Garrett (who turns out is the owner). I introduced myself and asked if they sold beer. He stated that they didn't but I could grab a six pack and bring it in, which we did.
After finishing our meal, Garrett was more than happy to give us a tour of the Hotel. Upon entering the lobby you feel as if you have gone back in time. Everything is exactly as it was in the 1920's. The hair on the back of my neck stood up at this point. There were definitely ghosts in that Hotel. He took us to the second floor to a room where a man had hung himself with a wire. The wire cut into his neck, severing his jugular veins and causing blood to squirt all over the room. Needless to say, it's the only room with wallpaper.
In the hall Garrett proceeded to tell us the story of the WWII veteran who had sent a telegram to his love stating that if she did indeed love him, to meet him at the Hotel. He never heard back from her so decided to take his life by jumping out of the window of room 36. His love arrived a day later only to find him dead. While Garrett was telling me this story, I caught an orb moving from the left side of the hall to the right and dissappearing into the wall. I've never seen an orb before and never really believed in them until then. I didn't say a word for fear of that he would think I was making it up to patronize him. He then took us to the third floor where his room was. I aksed him "so, do you ever see them...the ghosts I mean?". He replied with "oh yea, all the time." He explained that many people explain having a woman ask them directions to room 36. They think nothing of it and proceed to give her directions when they suddenly realize they're talking to themselves. He also stated that they always
We thanked Garrett and headed on our way. I'm always looking for haunted places to visit, but this one was definitely the most haunted. I definitely recommend the Von Minden to any ghost seekers. It's a genuine experience and not a tourist trap.
Up-Dated Ghost Story
I just wanted to update my ghost story, since it's coming up to the
Holidays again, our house is getting more "noisy" as our ghost here seems
to become more active around the Holidays starting with Thanksgiving.
My husband and I have heard numerous noises, such as doors closing, foot
steps and floors creaking where there is NO ONE THERE! This doesn't
usually freak us out too badly, but about a few weeks ago, my husband and
I have had a very scary experience, but at seperate times...I and our son
were at Karate class one night, and my husband thought I had already come
home and was in bed, because he said when he rolled over he saw what looked
to be a head on my pillow and he chills!
On top of all this activity lately, I have taken pictures a while back of certain areas of our house, and for the most part, none of them turned out, they were all blurry, except for a few that turned out crystal clear, but the weird thing is, is that the form we have on our dinningroom floor, didn't turn up in the pictures at all, you just see the floor, when I know there was & is a form there and was looking at it through the view lense of the camera! Also there are two pictures of me in the house that the left side of the pictures turned out clear, but the right side of one of the pictures there is a bright red line, and in the other picture on the right side, it is blurry. Very freaky. So we are going to try again to take pictures of the inside of our house at different times of the day to see what does or doesn't turn up.
In addition to all this weird stuff going on in our house lately, I have seen what I thought was our cat running out from underneath one of our plant stands, towards my legs, and have felt something small, like a cat or small dog running past my legs and brushing up against them at the same time, but our cat was never around, she is usually in on top of her stand looking out the window or in her bed sleeping when all this has happened. I don't know yet still who or what this new animal ghost is, and still haven't found out who our ghost is either. I still have a hard time being in our basement late at night when everyone has already gone to bed.
Well that's my up-date, Thank You for letting me tell it.
When I was eight years old, my mother and I lived in a little trailer
in Southern Ohio. Periodically, I would be awakened to my dog barking
like a maniac at the foot of my bed. I would sit up to witness a
silhouette on my bedroom door of a man grabbing a woman by the throat and
stabbing her repeatedly. The first time I saw this I was in terror,
thinking someone was murdering my mother. When it stopped, I got
up and ran into the living room to find it dark, which is strange, as this
apparition seemed to be a shadow. I do remember it always happened
at 12:15 a.m. on the dot. It seemed to run a specific cycle.
Also, there is a little cemetery near where I now live in Olmsted Falls, OH called Chestnut Grove Cemetery. Locals refer to it simply as the "Witch's" Grave. One day, my friend had cut school with another friend, so they went there to kill some time. There was about a foot of snow on the ground, and it was not snowing at the time. They went to the grave that is supposedly the witch's, hung out for maybe ten minutes, and when they turned around to go to the car, their footprints had disappeared!
Another friend and I have also sworn we've heard something in the far left corner of the cemetery call our names. This on different occasions when we were alone. I've decided against going there alone, anymore.
My parents old house use to be a hotel in the late 1800's to early 1900's.
Not sure of the details but the owner passed away inside of the house due to
a heart attack. Anyhow, there is a certain part of the house where my mother
had an extra bed. My mother use to sleep there until strange things started
happening. She would wake up in the middle of the night and her blankets
would be sliding off of her bed and it would begin to shake. She tried to
ignore this until something actually jumped on her chest but she could not
see anything there. Needless to say after this incident she did not sleep in
that same room. Also, my boyfriend now husband spent the night with us once
and slept in this particular room and experienced the same thing except
nothing jumped on him but quickly ran out of the room white as a ghost. This
would not just happen at certain times but instead randomly. We are not sure
if this is maybe the owner that passed away or what but this is very creepy.
One other thing, the basement of the house use to be a saloon and when you go
down there it feels as though someone is behind you at all times.
1990 Ghost Stories
My experience with the supernatural started in 1990 soon after
passed away. My name is Juli and I was 17 at the time this all began.
Within a couple of weeks of my mother's passing I was home alone. As I
walked through our dinning room I looked into a mirror. What I saw scared
the hell out of me. There in the mirror was a reflection of a spirit all in
black. The same kind of image as the grim reaper. I turned around to look
directly at this thing. What I saw was a black cloak with a hood covering
what should have been a face. There was no face inside the hood. The spirit
sort of nodded it's head at me and left my house through the wall next to
the front door. I proceeded to dive into a corner of the dinning room and
cried. I knew that whatever sickness had inflicted itself on my mother had
now left our home.
A few years later I was again home alone while my fiancé was working
second shift. It was pretty late and I was asleep in bed. Our 80 pound
rottwieler was in her room, when I was awaken to her crying as if someone
was really hurting her. I ran to her room where she was lying on her doggy
bed with her eyes very wide open. She was sort of cowering and crying
terribly. I started howlering at her and could not get her attention. I
suddenly dawned on me that she was looking at Something behind me. I got
goosebumps all over my body. I hit the door to her room with my hand to make
a very loud noise. It worked, she shook her head, blinked and came running
over to me. Whatever had been in my house was apparently gone. Beth, my dog,
then got to sleep in bed with me for the rest of night. I never did see
whatever it was my dog saw. But to make an 80 pound dog cry out in fear like
that can't be good!!
Sometime after that experience my fiance' and I went to Virginia to visit
my dad and his new wife. They worked together in Fredricksburg at a small
shop called Varga Trophy. The building this shop is in was build during the
Civil War. I do not know all of the history but it was used to hide
soldiers. On the third floor there is door to a room in the floor that the
soldiers and whoever else hid in. My dad and stepmom had been telling me of
a ghost that occupies the second and third floor of this building. My dad
has many storied of his own in regards to this ghost. One night he was
working late and alone. He called his wife to tell her it was still going to
be awhile before he left for home. As he was on the phone a baseball came
off of a shelf and hung in the air for second, dropped to the ground and
rolled right at him. He decided it was time to go home right then.
There stories really excited me. I couldn't wait to go to this very old
building to see what I could find. My stepmom took me up to the third floor
and started to talk to the ghost that for some reason they called "George".
As she and I stood there, there were heavy footsteps going across the wooden
floor on the other side of the room. Val, my stepmom, went back down stairs.
I stayed up there and took pictures. I didn't get anything on film.
Later that afternoon, I took my fiance' up there. I started asking if
anyone was there with us. We heard a very low moaning noise. I asked again
if there was anyone else there. Again, only louder we heard a very low
moaing. My fiance' took off!! I was left standing there taking pictures.
When I felt a cold breeze blow in the back of my neck I decided it was time
for me to go too. As I reached the stairs a metal bracket flew by and hit
the floor next to me. Scared the crap out of me!! I ran down stairs with a
scream. I told my dad what happened and made him go up to see the bracket
thing. Sure enough, there it was lying on the floor. My dad told the ghost
to be nice and not to mess with his girl. As dad and I got back to the
second floor and off of the steps a big uility broom that had been leaning
against the wall, hit the floor with a very loud crash. I'm not sure if I
pissed the ghost off or if he just wanted to make sure I knew he was
definately there. Without a doubt - he is there!!
The only person who has actually seen this ghost is Mike, the owner of the
store. He was working alone one night and kept hearing someone walk back and
forth. Knowing he was the only person in the building he went to check it
out. As he reached the top of the steps he saw a Confederate Soldier in full
uniform pacing back and forth. As Mike watched him walk, he stopped and
looked right at Mike. It was then that Mike left the building.
would you be interested in some real stories that happened to my
family? I would like to know what you make of them and if there is any
that can be explained.
I grew up in a new home that from day one my brother hated the basement even as much as to say he wouldn't stay down there. I was 3 when i started telling my mom and dad about the lady. My brother when he was 13, gave me a cross for protection and he being an non believer in religion started sleeping with a bible, cross and a knife in his bed at age 17. My mom saw a half skull and half human faced thing sitting on the end of her bed. We always heard noises just loud enough to think it was a radio on low not quite on the station. The thing appeared to my mother as a man one night. My brother could sense when the linen closet in our bathroom was open even if he was sleeping. My dad had an experience where he was on midnights and he was bedding down in the morning. The room was dark and he always kept a small fan running. The static or whatever :he heard it travel up the hallway and enter the room and hover above the bed. my dad has always and I do to sleep with blankets over our head with just enougthreats and hanging up decided to get nasty. My mother said leave us alone and go back to where ever lunatic place you escaped from. From what I understand the woman just groaned and the phone went dead. Now here is the kicker> In engalnd my dad"s brother David was married to a Christine and they were having major relationship problems. two weeks after the last call they divorced. Any way there are more stories and I am glad i found your site. This is what i love
To Dream or not to Dream
Well I've been looking at your website for a long time, and I finally
decided to send you my experience.
I grew up in Perth Amboy, NJ and lived in the same house for 19 yrs. I've
always considered myself a little "sensitive" as I've always felt and seen
things. My mother never believed me until somethings happened to her.
Anyways....this is one of my experiences.
Back in 1996 when I was about 16, I had a friend of mine sleep over my house
one night. At about 12am I just opened my eyes and saw a face. But it
seemed as soon as I opened my eyes it left and I felt a rush of air. I was
in one of those half-asleep states, so it didn't phase me much at the time.
I sat up and at the end of my bed I saw an Indian sitting there. He looked
as though he was meditating. I just sat there, looking at him and my friend
in the next bed called my name. When I turned to look at her, I told her it
looked like there was a man standing next to her bed. Then I told her it
looked like he just got into the bed with her. I just shrugged and went to
sleep thinking I was dreaming.
The next morning I wasn't sure what happened lastnight. I didn't mention it
to my friend until she brought it up. She asked me if I had seen the man
sitting at the end of my bed. Right then I knew I wasn't dreaming, as I
hadn't mentioned that figure to her lastnight. I told my mom about it and
she gave me the "I believe you believe it" speech. Her tune changed about
two years later when she had her own experience....
Three Ghostly Tales
Well, after reading several stories on the site, I decided to add
mine to the list of odd experiences. One is a story I've shared before
(even to the point of drawing a 1 page comic strip on it) but this seems
like a good place to share them. Sorry if this gets a bit long.
I've had a variety of odd things happen in my life ... whether ghostly,
states of mind or coincidence. For example, like others have mentioned,
I too have awakened in the middle of the night with a strong feeling
that someone was in the house, just out of my site, yet unable to move
let alone barely breathe. The incidence I most remember of this happened
while living in a ground floor apartment in Livermore California across
the street from the hospital where the ambulances would pull in, sirens
blazing (though that did not happen this time to wake me up). That night
I was the only one home, my first wife gone on a visit with an old
friend. But here are what I consider to be my three ghost stories:
The House I Never Saw.
I've had memories of a house that I recalled parts from a very young
age. I would have dreams of this house, and sometimes, for no apparent
reason, it would just pop into my mind when thinking about my
grandparents. When I was around 10-12, and my grandmother was spinning
yarns about our family past, I mentioned this house. Both her and my
mother said it was (If I recall correctly now some 20+ years later) an
accurate description of my great grandmothers house ... a house I had
never seen as I was born after she and my great grandfather had died,
and the house had passed from the family. Perhaps I just pieced it
together from those old tales of my grandmother, except, she rarely
described the houses, focusing more on the people.
My Ghostly Playmate
Again, when I was about 10 years old, living in Pleasant Hill
California, I had an argument with my mom and was sent to my room for
the day. Now I have to admit I was a rotten kid and have since done the
best I could to change that, but then I deserved the day of grounding. I
went to my room and started playing with my MEGO dolls (anyone remember
those from the 70s?). Now in my room, my bed was on say the South wall,
and on the North was a dresser, on the East a closet that was about half
of the wall, the door to the room being in the other half. As I played
with my MEGOs ... I made lots of "POWS" and "CRASHES" as the heroes and
villains fought. At some point, I made my Superman and Batman (why two
heroes I don't know) fly at and crash into each other in mid air. As
they collided, I said something along the lines of "CRASH". At the same
time a "Thump", came from behind me. As I sat staring at the figures now
lying on the bed, another "Thump" came, followed by another, picking up
speed and getting closer. As I turned around, behind me, between the
dresser and closet was a chalk board that was moving by itself, side to
side crashing into the dresser, then the closet. As I watched, it slowed
and stopped. I immediately jumped up and started screaming to come out,
but mom refused (again, I was really rotten and she thought I was just
pulling a trick to get out). I climbed on the bed, grabbed my MEGOs and
sat watching that chalk board, crying until I fell asleep. I don't know
if it was a ghostly reminder that being grounded to one's room didn't
mean "playtime", or if it was someone/thing that simply got caught up in
my play. Perahps, just perhaps I simply imagined it.
My Uncles grave.
My uncle died back in the 80's, a self inflicted gunshot in front of my
grandparents. This was my mom's brother, and both she and my grandmother
felt we looked a lot a like, and shared some similar personality traits.
In fact, my aunt always said that if she and my uncle had had a son,
he'd look like me. As my grandparents didn't have much money, and didn't
want to tell any family members of this, he was buried in the part of
the cemetery where no grave stones are allowed, and where people with no
or little money can still have a burial. All he has is a small marker
about 3" x 2" with a number in it.
The first time my parents went to find his grave, they had a dickens of
a time finding it. So they made photos, and notations on how many
footsteps from which graves with what object in line of site would lead
to the marker.
The first time I went with my parents, they started digging out all
their photos and notes to figure out where, from a general starting
point this marker was. While they were doing this, I simply walked out
about how many steps it was, knelt down and moved a bit of grass to find
it. Not too odd, probably just coincidence.
A few years later, I took one of my cousins to see her dad's grave site.
I started to count out the location. Went to what should have been the
right spot, and started looking with no luck. This went on for several
tries/minutes. The next thing I knew, my cousin simply walked out, knelt
down and found his marker.
OK, now for the really weird part. My uncle liked to play tricks on
people. For what would have been his 50th birthday, I and my parents
went to the cemetery to have a birthday party for him, complete with a
bottle of wine and his favorites, Hostess cakes (those wonderful round
ones with the chocolate frosting and creamy filling). We literally spent
hours looking for his marker, tearing up small tufts of grass that had
grown over before finally giving up and finding a grounds keeper to help
us. He found it, about 2 inches away from the 2 foot by 3 foot area we
had been looking in. After the grounds keeper left, we broke out the
wine, all taking a sip and poring some out for him. Then we lit a candle
in the Hostess for him. But it wouldn't light. The wind kept blowing it
out (you can see the wind blowing constantly on a pinwheel we brought
for him). Somehow we got it lit after being ready to give up on lighting
it and quickly decided to sing "Happy Birthday" as we knew the wind
would blow the candle out. The odd thing, it stayed lit for the whole
song ... meanwhile, the video shows the pinwheel still twirling in the
wind. Right after we finished the song, a gust of wind slightly stronger
then the rest (which weren't that weak) came and blew out his candle,
just as if he was there.
We decided he must have been there, playing with us all day and turning
our 30 minute visit into a daylong visit with practical tricks, letting
us have his party just before we really needed to leave for the cemetery
to close. He wasn't always the nicest man, having drug and alcohol
problems, but underneath, he was a very loving and caring uncle. I think
his spirit is at rest, but still likes to play those practical jokes
once in a while.
It was during the late seventies and my family along with myself
were on our way down to Florida to visit my older sister. We stopped
into a motel for the night all five of us shared a room of two double beds,
all night I kept waking up hearing cowboy boots walking back and forth
at the foot of the bed. In the morning I was a misserable camper
and I look over at my brother and say, ``you look like I feel!``He replies,
``shhh, don`t talk about it!`` I blurt out, ``what, did you see him
too? He was wearing a black leather jacket, blue jeans with cowboy boots
that I heard and he had sandy blond hair. My brother said f...., at first
I thought I was dreaming. Our father being a cleptomaniac was always stealing
junk which we would always take turns scolding him. My brother and
I made sure that he did not bring any momentos with him that day!
We lived in our house for 3 1/2 years. The prior occupant lived
in the house from the age of 15 until she died at 98. My husband
has seen her on many occasions. I feel her presence. A few
days after moving in my husband awoke to what he thought was me standing
in the bedroom doorway. He asked me "what I was doing, why wasn't
I in bed? " that woke me up and he realized I was in bed. She was
gone then, and he was up all night!!!
Ms. Kathleen also likes to pat bed covers and blink the lights. I'm wondering if she is signaling "bedtime" for everything always happens in late evening.
She has also been seen on the stairs and in the doorway to the back bedroom. This was her bedroom.Why do we think she is upstairs or headed upstairs? She had three daughters who all slept on the 2nd floor. We think she is checking on them. Why is she here? We think because she spent many wonderful years here and passed in the house. After being here, and having her as part of the history. We would never move or ask her to leave!! She has become part of our family.
Life In A Haunted House
THE HOUSE I USED TO LIVE IN WHEN I WAS YOUNGER WAS HAUNTED BY THREE DIFFERENT GHOSTS. ONE WHICH SEEMED HARMLESS AND THE OTHER TWO WE WEREN'T SURE ABOUT. FIRST OF ALL, MY DAD, MY MOM AND MY BROTHER AND I WERE THE ONES WHO LIVED IN THIS HOUSE. OF COURSE AT FIRST MY BROTHER AND I WERE TOO YOUNG TO KNOW OF THESE THINGS (WE WERE BOTH BABIES), BUT MY MOM TOLD ME OF THE THINGS THAT HAPPENED WHEN I GREW OLDER. FIRST OF ALL SHE SAYS SHE NEARLY HAD A NERVOUS BREAKDOWN LIVING THERE. MY DAD WORKED THE THIRD SHIFT AND SHE WAS HOME ALONE WITH JUST US BABIES. SHE SAID SHE WOULD BE TRYING TO GET US TO SLEEP IN HER ROOM AND SHE WOULD HEAR HEAVY FOOTSTEPS IN ANOTHER ROOM. SHE SAID WHEN SHE CHECKED IT OUT, NO ONE WAS IN THE ROOM WHERE THE FOOTSTEPS WERE COMING FROM AND NOTHING WAS OUT OF PLACE. ALSO SHE HAD BOTH OF OUR BABY BEDS IN HER BEDROOM AND EVERY NIGHT A RED SHADOW LIKE THING WOULD HANG OVER MY BROTHERS BABY BED AND WHEN IT WOULD APPE AS WE GREW OLDER MY BROTHER AND I AND SOME OF OUR FRIENDS STARTING NOTICING THINGS. ONE NIGHT MY COUSIN SPENT THE NIGHT AND SHE WOKE UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT THIRSTY, SO SHE WENT TO GET A GLASS OF WATER. SHE SAW WHO SHE THOUGHT WAS MY MOM STANDING IN FRONT OF THE KITCHEN SINK. SHE WENT UP TO HER TO ASK HER FOR A CUP OF WATER AND REALIZED IT WASN'T MY MOM AND RAN BACK TO MY ROOM AND COVERED UP WITH THE BLANKETS. STRANGE THINGS WENT ON THROUGHOUT THE YEARS. WE WOULD SEE A LADY WALKING BACK AND FORTH IN OUR KITCHEN BUT WE WERE ALWAYS TO AFRAID TO APPROACH HER, SHE SEEMED HARMLESS AND SAD.THE OTHER TWO GHOSTS THAT WE HAVE SEEN IN THAT HOUSE WERE MEN AND THEY SEEMED EVIL OR WANTED US OUT OR SOMETHING. BUT THE WEIRD THING IS, THAT OUR HOUSE WAS BEING REMODELED YEARS LATER AND THE MANTLE WAS KNOCKED LOOSE FROM THE WALLS AND WE DISCOVERED SOME PAPERS BEHIND IT. SO WE INVESTIGATED A LITTLE BIT. WE FOUND OUT THAT SURE ENOUGH THERE HAD BEEN A LADY WHO HAD LIVED THERE THAT GAVE BIRTH TO A BABY THAT HAD DIED.
This is a story that does not involve ghosts but it is supernatural.
I moved into a house with my family when I was around 16 I shared a bedroom
with one of my brothers. My father and I have generaly been good
at sensing spiritual things we are dedicated christians and belive it was
the gift of dicernment. The walls of my bedroom where plastered with
heavy metal bands covered with pentagrams and 666 we also belived a ouijie
board was used in the room as well as other things. one night while
I was dreaming my dream turned very frightning I still don't feel comfterable
telling it in full but it involved dead children. my brother woke
up from the frightened sounds I was making in my sleep. I woke in
the middle of his prayer and I saw floating above my bed a transparent
creature that was pinning me to my bed I could not move or speak.
I said a little prayer in my head and then the only things my lips would
let me say is the name of jesus and the demon let me go. the room
still had a very evil presence so I woke up my father who came and threw
prayer removed it from my room. it kept trying to hide in different
rooms and my dad kept kicking in out. finally when it had now where
else to go, it spoke to my dad and asked if it could possess the near by
squirrels (this is the part that if it wasn't true I'ld be embarressed
to say) we could feel the evil presence leave the house we said a prayer
and had a good nights rest. the next day my youngest brother not
knowing what had happened came home from school and said "hey what's with
the dead squirrels in front of the door" sure enough right at the bottom
of the stairs there were three dead squirrels
I don't tell to many people this story mainly cause people don't belive it
I have never seen a ghost or been abducted or anything crazy like
that but I
do have a couple of creepy experiences that I would like to share with you.
In 1990 I was attending unviversity in Edmonton Canada and sharing the third
floor of an old downtown house that had been divided into three apartments.
The house was about 80 years old. I was a sophmore at the time and had two
roommates and we were young and partying alot. We would have friends over
frequently to have some drinks before going to the clubs. On many occasions
while we were listening to the stereo the volume would begin going up and
down on its own. Also the TV would go on and off all the time. Sometimes
when I was home alone I would get out of the shower and the TV and stereo
would be on but none of my roommates were home. There also seemed to be alot
of electricity in the apartment. Whenever anyone touched anything they would
get one of those little static shocks. It was all a little strange but it
was never scary and most of us brushed it off as remote control waves
bouncing around. One day I went to the first floor to pay the rent and
mentioned my experiences to the landlord who told me that a young obviously
depressed man had hung himself in our living room in the 60's. The other
story I want to tell was told to me by my boss's father about 10 years ago.
He told me that when he was a young man he had joined the army to stop the
Nazis and had been mobilized for D-Day and Canada's assault on Juneau beach.
He told me he met a man in his unit and they became best friends. They
miracously survived the war and remained close friends in Canada. He told me
that one night he awoke to find his friend standing at the foot of his bed.
His friend told him he loved him and then he dissappeared. The next morning
he received a phone call from his friend's wife who told him that his friend
had died in his sleep the previous night. The strange thing is that his
friend lived in Victoria, British Columbia which is about 1200km from
Edmonton where my boss's father lived.
I've read several of these stories and I want to share
mine. This happened eleven years ago while I was
visiting my younger sister at her college in the
South. She attended a very old school that had old
brick buildings with columns and ivy. One building in
particular - Theateratre - was well known for being
haunted by a ghost named AJ who at one time was a
President of the college.
After a night of partying and having a blast, my
sister and I ended up in theateratre building with a
very good friend of hers at the time. He was heavily
itheateratre and made arrangements with the school to
live there. It was about 3:00 in the morning when we
started asking him about the strange things that
happened to him. He told us about the horses
galloping in the radiators, and how late at night he
would be in theateratre working on technical things
and a chair in the very last row would be the only one
in a seated position. He also told us how he would be
checking sound and suddenly it would go on the fritz.
He said he was comfortable around AJ, and would ask
out loudloud to stop messing around because he had to
get his work done. Evidently, this was a very
cooperative playful ghost and would leave our friend
to his work.
Around 4:00 a.m., my sister and I decided it was time
to leave to get some sleep. We stood up, stretched
and put our coats on. I went to grab the door and it
was locked. So I asked my sister to try the door and
she couldn't open it either. Our friend finally told
AJ to stop playing with us because we were all tired -
and the door opened! What was so bizarre is that the
door had no lock on it.
When we stepped out into the hallway, I remember
thinking how cold it was and goose bumpsosebumps and
all the hairs on the back of my neck and arm standing
straight up. I definitely felt a
presemischeviouschevious one at that! I'll never
forget it. My sister thinks we were just tired and
that our friend was playing a joke on us. But I think
she tells herself that to make herself feel better
about the experience.
I was a policeman and at the time, I was in charge of Accident Investigation.
I was driving home, after work, one afternoon when I began to wonder
about a fellow who I had not seen for some time. He was not a friend of
mine,just someone I had seen in the hallway of the police station.
He sometimes came in to pay traffic fines.
When I arrived home,the phone rang and it was the police dispatcher,telling me that I was to respond to a fatal accident scene.
Upon my arrival, the investigating officer told me that a man had been repeatedly run over with a car,driven by his girl friend. She had already been taken into custody. We then preceeded to the spot where the victim was lying on the ground. The victim was the man I had been wondering about!!
Civil War Soldier
I had a strange paranormal experience happen to me five years ago. I am now thirteen. It was around Halloween that i had this happening. I woke up one night freezing to the point where i got sick. I became delerious and i felt as if i was an injured civil war soldier.I know strange huh? I couldn't talk like I had larengidous. I then said, "Go on without me men!" But then i snapped out of it, and tried to call my mother. I couldn't. I then went back to sleep. I woke up warm and well that morning, but I will never forget it.
The last time I visited Gettysburg battlefield was summer 1992. This
was just a few days after Ted Turner's movie studio finished filming the
movie "Gettysburg' starring Martin Sheen, Tom Berenger and Jeff Daniels.
Anyway I took a driving tour of the battlefield stopping occasionally to
get out at locations of special interest.
One such location of special interest was near Devil's Den and Little Round Top. I parked my car on a side road out in fairly open ground, got out and began walking toward Little Round Top. Battlefield markers and monuments nearby indicated that this area was known as the Wheat Field and the Peach Orchard. The actual Wheatfield and Orchard had been cut down many years ago but back during the battle, on July 2, 1863 (Second Day) Hood's division
had attacked across that ground pushing the Union defenders back toward Little Round Top.
As I crossed the open ground Little Round Top was clearly visible to the right front and Devil's Den could be seen off to the far right. There was a line of trees that marked a small wood midway across that open field. As I approached that line of trees (which was about halfway from the start of the Wheatfield to Little Round Top) I felt an indescribable sensation of emotion, fear, exultation, expectation, pain, rage, raw energy and other
emotions that I have never felt before or since. This was a palpable presence or energy. I became very disoriented and retraced my path back about 50 yards.
Again I walked towards Little Round Top and again I "hit" that terrific wall of emotion and energy at the same exact place. This time I continued walking forward and soon the energy faded and disappeared. I went back over that area two or three more times and on each occasion I was hit by a vortex of energy. Soon I became emotionally and mentally tired so did not return again to that area.
I have been to nearly all the major Civil War battlefields, many two or three times. I have never encountered anything remotely like that before or since.
If you go to Gettysburg I suggest that you see for yourself if there is anything to this. My experience was ten years ago yet theories about energy hauntings at battlefields holds that such energies can lasts for dozens and even hundreds of years.
I had a very strange experience in a house that I was renting in
Point, New York on Christmas Eve 1995. It was well after midnight and I
was in the living room wrapping the last of the Christmas presents for
my daughters. My wife was in the kitchen, the next room cleaning up. I
sat on the couch wrapping the gifts the song silent night was playing on
I always think of my Grandmother when I hear that song at Christmas
time. We were very close. She died in 1990, one month before my first
daughter was born. As I continued wrapping and thinking about my
Grandmother, I looked over to my left and noticed that the rocking chair
There is nothing that touched the chair, no draft, and the house had
baseboard heating, so there was nothing that could have moved the chair.
I called my wife into the room and said outloud "Alright Grandma,
knock it off." Just as I said that, a ceramic hat was thrown off of a
ceramic snow man which was on top of the television about ten feet from
the chair. The hat landed on the floor about 5 feet from the television.
My wife got into the room just as the hat hit the floor. We were
both quite spooked by the events. I immediately called my mother to see
if she was alright, which she was. I never felt threatened and nothing
has happened since then, but makes for an interesting Christmas story.
Hi I'm 19 years old and I've always lived in really old houses. We've
moved from Canada to Florida about 11 yers ago. And now we live in this
beautiful house onthe water. I know its old but nt sure how ols exactly.
I've always had these feelings of someone watching me in my room ever since
we moved in, though I never saw anything.
But thinking someone else is in the room and geting those weird chills really bothered me , one night they got really bad. I was trying to get to sleep, so I just ignored them about 5 minutes later I just couldn't ignore it anymore so I sat up and looked around as I looked over at my other pillow I noticed smoke coming from it. I put my hand on it but it wasn't hot it was ice cold.
When I turn to switch my light on I saw a shadow fly quickly under my door and down the hall at that point I was Freaked! So I screamed for my parents of course they never believed me , but I still get those chills to this day.
HELLO, IM SORRY IF I DID NOT GET THIS TO THE RIGHT EMAIL ADDRESS,
BUT HERE ARE A FEW TIDBITS FROM CENTRAL NEW YORK. I WANT TO BEGIN
FIRST BY SAYING THAT I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR SITE, ITS WELL DONE AND INFORMATIVE/ENTERTAINING.
NOW TO MY LITTLE PART OF THE GREAT STATE OF NY. I LIVE IN THE MOHAWK VALLEY WHICH IS RICH IN HISTORY. THE ROAD I LIVE ALONG WAS HERE SINCE BEFORE THE PILGRIMS. I LIVE IN A RATHER LARGE DOUBLE WIDE MOBILE HOME PARK IN SCHUYLER NY. ALONG THIS PATH MARCHED GEORGE WASHINGTON WITH HIS TROOPS GOING
TO AND FROM "FORT HERKIMER" AND GENERAL HERKIMERS HOME. ALSO ABE LINCOLN HAS PASSED THRU.
I BELIEVE THAT IT IS HAUNTED, AND I HAVE (FOR SOME REASON), A STRONG NOTION THAT IT IS KIDS.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED CUS' BACK THEN IT COULD HAVE BEEN FLU, INDIANS, CIVIL WAR, FIRE, ETC... BUT FOR ONE THING NOW AND THEN YOU CAN HERE BUT NOT SEE PEBBLES BEING THROWN. ONE PARTICULAR NITE I WAS OUT WITH MY SON
ON THE PORCH AND WE HEARD THEM AND WE WERE A LITTLE WORRIED THAT THE MAN ACROSS THE STREET WOULD THINK IT WAS US THROWING PEBBLES AT HIS VETTE. A WHILE LATER WHEN WE WENT IN THE HOUSE A TALL HUTCH DOOR OF MINE POPPED OPEN IN MY BEDROOM. I HAVE OFTEN GONE HOME AND ITS OPEN. I DON'T KEEP ANYTHING
IN IT SO THERE'S NO REASON FOR US TO GO IN IT AND THE DOOR IS HARD TO OPEN AND IT ALMOST THROWS YOU BACK ONCE IT DOES OPEN WITH A LOT OF NOISE. TO HANDLE THIS SPOOKY SITUATION I ALWAYS SAY OUT LOUD WHEN I LEAVE HOME,
"EVERYONE, PLEASE LEAVE EVERYTHING ALONE".
MY SON HAS ALSO SEEN A LITTLE GIRL IN WHITE SKIPPING ALONG AND DISAPPEAR. HIS ONLY REACTION WAS TO BURST INTO TEARS WITH A FEELING OF GREAT SADNESS.
MY DAD WAS 77 AND SICK AND HIS BODY WAS BASICALLY WORN OUT WHEN HE DIED. I SEEN HIM DYING FOR MANY YEARS AND WHEN THE TIME CAME AND EVERYONE WENT TO SAY THEIR LAST GOOD-BYES, I COULDN'T. I REGRETTED IT UNTIL HE CAME TO SAY
GOODBYE , ALMOST A YEAR AFTER HE DIED, I THINK HE CAME TO VISIT AND I DONT THINK IT WAS A DREAM. FIRST OFF, I HAVE MY ALARM SET FOR 6:30 AM EVERY MORNING TO GET UP AND GO TO WORK AND GET THE KID UP FOR SCHOOL. THIS PARTICULAR MORNING IT WENT OFF AT 5:30 AND I GOT UP AND WOKE UP MY SON WHO NOTED TO ME
THAT IT WAS STILL TO DARK OUT TO BE 6:30, SO WE TURNED ON THE TV TO CONFIRM THE TIME AND IT WAS INDEED 5:30. I WENT BACK TO BED AND DID NOT REALIZE IF FELL ASLEEP ( WHICH I DON'T THINK I WAS REALLY "ASLEEP"). SO ANY HOW THERE
I WAS AND SUDDENLY FELT VERY AFRAID AND THEN RELIEVED AS I LOOK AT THE FOOT OF MY BED AND IT WAS JUST MY FATHER. (OK, HE'S DEAD),. I LOOKED AT HIM AND STARTED CRYING MY EYES OUT!, HE SAYS, "WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?", I SAID, "IM WORRIED ABOUT YOU". HE SAYS "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WORRIED ABOUT
ME FOR, IM BETTER THAN I HAVE EVER BEEN!!!!! I THEN ASKED HIM IF HE HAD GONE TO SEE MY MOM CUS THEY HAVE HAD SPOOKY THINGS HAPPENING AND ALL HE SAID TO THAT WAS "IN THE FALL". OK, NOW I DON'T THINK I WAS DREAMING BECAUSE SOMEHOW I KNEW THAT MY SON WAS COMING IN TO WAKE ME UP AND TELL ME HE WAS
GOING AND WHEN I WAS TALKING TO MY DAD I REMEMBER HEARING THE SHOWER GOING. I TOLD MY DAD THAT HE SHOULD HIDE CUS' I DID NOT WANT DEWEY FREAKING OUT. AND BEFORE I COULD HARDLY FINISH THE SENTENCE MY SON WAS SHAKING ME. ALSO I WANT TO NOTE THAT MY DAD LOOKED LIKE THE PICTURE OF HEALTH HE DID WHEN I WAS
IN HIGH SCHOOL SOME 15 YEARS AGO.
ONE MORE INCIDENT I AM GOING TO ADD IS THAT MY MOM LIVES IN ILION, WHICH FOR YOU HUNTING AND GUN BUFFS IS THE HOME OF THE REMINGTON ARMS CO. AGAIN A TOWN LOADED WITH HISTORY. SHE WAS WALKING HER DOG AT A LOCAL PARK, UP THE
NARROW LITTLE PATH THAT CUTS THRU THE PARK. WHEN SHE GOT TO THE SWINGS NEAR THE WOODS SHE SAW A LITTLE GIRL WITH LONG BROWN HAIR IN A VERY LONG RED VELVET DRESS SWINGING LIKE HELL. SHE THOUGHT A MIN. THAT THE DRESS WAS A LITTLE OUT DATED, BUT WITH TODAY'S FASHIONS WHO KNOWS. SHE ALSO THOUGHT IT
ODD THAT SUCH A LITTLE THING WAS THERE WITH OUT AN ADULT. SO SHE SAID HI AND PROCEEDED TO A LITTLE PATCH OF WOODS FOR THE DOG AND LET HIM DO HIS THING AND TURNED AROUND TO GO BACK AND NOW THE LITTLE GIRL WAS STANDING
THERE WATCHING THEM ON THE PATH. MY MOM SAID HELLO AND WALKED ABOUT 5 FEET AND DECIDED TO SEE IF SHE NEEDED HELP HOME AND TURNED AROUND AND SHE WAS GONE.
THERE WAS NO QUICK WAY OUT OF THERE AT THIS POINT FOR THE GIRL TO LEAVE SO QUICKLY. 5 DAYS LATER MY MOTHERS BLOOD PRESSURE SHOT UP SO HIGH THEY THOUGHT SHE RUPTURED A VESSEL IN HER HEART. SHE BELIEVES THIS GIRL WAS SOME
SORT OF WARNING OR WAS THERE TO TAKE HER TO HEAVEN. I DON'T KNOW. I HAVE TO SAY, I LOVE THIS STUFF. I WILL WATCH EVERY "HAUNTED HISTORY" AND "WORLDS SCARIEST PLACES" OR FEAR BUT I DON'T WANT THEM TO HAPPEN TO ME. I THINK HOWEVER BETWEEN ALL THAT TV. AND THIS SITE, I HAVE AWAKENED MY 6TH SENSE. I
TRY NOT TO BE AFRAID. MY DAD KNEW THIS ABOUT ME AS IM AFRAID OF MY FRIEND JOANNES' HOUSE THAT I KNOW IS HAUNTED. I THINK HE APPROACHED ME IN A STAGE OF ALERTNESS THAT I COULD ACCEPT HIM. TO GET ME TO THIS STAGE, HE MESSED WITH MY ALARM.
My family live in the capital of the state of San Luis Potosi, Mexico. We all had experienced some strange events over the years. My sister, now 28, was the first. At that time we lived in a small town 7 hours from the capital that was very small, with an old-fashioned lifestyle. My dad was sent there to work, so the whole family moved when I was 6 and she was 3 years old, and she had this “friend” she used to call “my cousin Hen”. (yes, the name sounds like the chicken’s mom) She started to show this weird behavior: she was talking with someone that no one else can see or hear but her. Sometimes the conversations lasted hours and she also took food for him or asked for it. We never could find where the extra food went to and never saw her eating it. She didn’t allowed us to sit in certain places because he was sat there. All of this shouldn’t be too strange except for one thing: One day, my mother, a little bit tired of what she thought was my sister’s imaginary friend game, told her that was getting bored of hearing about him. My sister answer was: “Oh, don’t worry, he won’t come back, he was covered with blood last time I saw him. I think he’s dead”. My mom was horrified ‘cause her daughter was too young for saying such a thing. We’re talking about the 70’s early years, in a small town far away from everything, with only two TV channels you could see on the tube and we never saw it before without our parents watching too, so it wasn’t something she could have seen on TV (my parents were really careful and even over-protected us). Anyway, we all thought she was making it up. One or two days later, she took my crayons and started to draw really creepy stuff: a tall man shooting a little blonde boy dressed in white shirt and blue pants, with a large riffle; the boy covered with blood all over himself; the boy in her own little rocking chair; the boy stuck in a hole, is one I’ll never forget. I asked her to stop it because I was really scared of it, but said that the cousin Hen wanted her to draw for him. I told my mom, of course, she freaked out and tore the drawings into pieces, only to find out later that she was doing it again and again. She took away from us the crayons, colors, pencils, pens and things like that, but the little artist always found a way to continue them. My mom told Brenda that she was sick of it and ordered Hen to get the hell out. It was the first time she speaks to him directly and she got an answer: the room got colder, and I mean real cold. It was 10 or 11 in the morning in a jungle weather with temperature over 38 ° C and we could see our breath in the toys room. The door (that was half open) was opened and closed with violence as the temperature rose to normal. Her behavior stopped and she never mentioned another visit after that morning. Further on, some investigations with the neighbors brought this story: In the late 50’ s, a man from Germany came to this town with his 9-10 years-old only son (we never knew the boy’s name, but Hen doesn’t sound like a latin name, believe me). Nobody knew if he was divorced or a widower, but there was no wife with him. The man bought some lands to the indigenous and was famous for his cruelty and racism. He lived in a hill with his boy and some workers. After a year or two the boy disappeared and the father said that was sent back to Germany, but nobody saw him left or heard of somebody traveling with the boy, and the man was out only for a couple of days. Nobody saw the boy again and the man died in a hunt accident almost 20 years later and never said another word about his son during that time or received a visit from him. Nobody reclaimed the property, so the government took it. They never lived in our house or even nearby, so I don’t know why he choose my sister “to draw his story” and I wonder if that man killed his son and he told it to her. We left the town 3 years later to live in the capital of the state and my sister has no memory of this at all.
Castle in France
I have a story to tell about a three hundred year old castle around the south of France. The name of the castle is The Chateau d Ecutigny , it is currently owned by a wonderful couple Francois and Patrick. We were passing through the area the summer before last and arranged to stay one night. The castle is beautiful, the rooms very big and the people wonderfully friendly. We were asked if we wanted to stay in one of the tower rooms and we said yeas. The room was huge with a full size sleigh bed about four feet off the floor for our daughter and a king size bed for me and my husband, the floor was a stone tile. After settling in Francois told us to meet in the garden for drinks before dinner and she would give us a tour of the castle. As we toured Francois told us the story of a family of three, mother daughter ad husband who lived on the property ll right to sleep and slept peacefully until morning. I did not mention the story to Francois until she came into the breakfast room and cheerfully asked did you see any ghosts last night? I quickly turned and said I felt the presence and the ghost is a woman, am I right? Francois just smiled, walked away quickly and would not talk about it again. As I was leaving that day I felt the presence again and she revealed to me that she looks after all children who stay over at the castle.
Cape May New Jersey
One night my friend and I were walking on the beach on Beach Avenue
in Cape May, New Jersey. I'm not sure what the beach is called though.
Well, it was 9:30 and my friend and I were the only ones on the beach.
We started walking up the beach going to our hotel when we saw something
appear a few yards ahead of us. It looked like a horse and it was
galloping from the water to the boardwalk and back to the water.
It was going to fast for a person. We decided to turn around and
run, but once we started to run, something made me turn back around to
look. When I turned around, the thing wasn't there anymore.
We tried telling ourselves that it was only a beach kart( those things
that can ride on the beach) or a car. As we started walking back
to the hotel again, I saw two people walking on the beach towards the water,
but they were dressed in clothes that pirates would wear.&n and she
told us that it was haunted by a black horse that two pirates use to tie
a lantern to to confuse ships to make them believe it is the lighthouse.
The beach is also haunted by two pirates that killed a man by burrying
him in the sand up to his neck. The black thing we saw Friday night
happened to be that person. He was killed by high tide.
It was some time ago that i lived in a haunted house, perhaps, three years now. I was a kid then, and we(my family and i) lived in a little bungalow, population, 5, myself, my sibling and my parents. o, and the ghost. It walked back and forth in the hallway, sounding as if it sometimes tripped and tumbled down towards my parents bedroom. It was a haunting that began and ended early, long before my parents came to bed. Occasionally, it would walk straight into my room, and stand at the side of my bed. I could not take this, and each night, therefore, placed the covers over my head. When my parents came up, they removed it so that I wouldn't suffocate. Over time, the haunting went away, and has remained away for the remainder of the time we lived there.
These are a few different incidents that happened in two houses that
lived in. The first occurred in the townhouse I grew up in. I was 3
years old, and my parents were separated. My mom slept in my room with
me, and she would sometimes wake up out of a deep sleep because someone
was lying on top of her. She said it felt just like a human body; not a
friendly one at that. Also, she would hear a tapping in the middle of
the night, coming from the wall behind the bed. As she is deaf in her
right ear, she thought it was the front door. No one was ever there.
After my parents got back together, this stopped, except for one isolated
incident. I was about 7 or 8, and I was in bed with the lights still on.
The bed was in the same position it had been in when my mom felt the
ghost or whatever lying on her and heard the tapping. She hadn't told me
about those experiences at this point. I froze as I heard a tap, tap,
tap. Tap, tap... It was coming from inside the wall, right behind my
head. As far as I know, there were no mice in that house. There was no
wind, and no tree branches close enough to tap the windows or walls on
that side of the house. I called for my mom, but she blew the noise off
When I was 13, my parents divorced, yadah, yadah, and my mom and I were
living in a different house by that point. A couple years later, I
brought up the tapping story, and she finally told me what happened to
her. So, earlier this year (2002), after i had moved out, my mom told me
about some things that were happening recently. One day she was giving
my little brother a bath, and the only other person in the house was my
stepdad. She suddenly heard someone in the house calling "Mom? Mom?!!!"
in a feminine voice. My stepdad does not sound like a girl. One night
my little brother pointed to my parents' bed and told them to "get those
people out of here, because they're scaring me." My stepdad gets up
very early to go to work, and on a couple mornings he could hear someone
walking around upstairs. He went up to investigate, and everyone was
still in their rooms asleep. Also early in the mornings, he would go to
take a shower and find that everything on the towel rod in the shower
(shampoo bottles, mainly) had been placed on the bottom of the tub. My
little brother was only 4 at the time, and my stepbrother would not have
thought of doing stuff like this. One morning, in the same bathroom, all
the doors to the cabinet under the sink were standing wide open. The
cabinet smells like mildew due to water damage, so no one in the family
ever leaves them open. The last thing is the TV in my parents' room.
They used to leave it on all night, but they had recently started turning
it off. On a few different nights, my mom was jerked out of a deep sleep
as if someone had shaken her awake. She then would turn on the TV until
she fell asleep again. It seemed like their ghost just liked to watch
After about 2 or 3 weeks, everything stopped. They haven't had any
problems since, so I guess we're luckier than some.
I’m nineteen years old and throughout my life have had brief encounters
with the paranormal or spirit realm.
The first one I can remember took place when I was about 6 years old. I live in the West Midlands in the centre of England, which has some fine and beautiful old castles.
My class was undertaking a field trip to one of these castles in Tamworth, to get work towards our class project at the time. There is a room off a stone staircase there that has display cases. It’s been a long time so I find it hard to remember a lot of the details. I was looking at a display next to a heater when I suddenly felt almost overcome with grief. I was shaking so much my friend asked what was the matter. I couldn’t answer
The sound of footsteps echoed up from the stone stairs and stopped suddenly, leaving me feeling very cold, despite standing right next to the heater.
The next one came from my own home. For the first eleven years of my life, I had a Yorkshire terrier cross called Suzy, who had to be put down due to cancerous lumps. The night after this, I felt a weight on my legs, exactly how she used to lie. I felt her again before my nan and two great uncles died.
My Nan died on the day after her birthday, leaving me very upset and almost inconsolable. She’d looked after me every time I was ill for the whole of my life. A week afterwards, I awoke in the middle of the night to find her kneeling beside my bed as though praying (She had always been a very religious woman) and mumbling inaudibly. I threw the covers over my head and hid, when I found the courage to look again she had gone.
She also told me before her death that she often heard footsteps walk around her bed every Sunday night, and smelt a fried tea, (sausages, bacon, eggs mushrooms bread tomatoes etc). She maintained that this was “Her Joey” my grandfather who had died some twenty six years before.
My great uncle, her brother was very ill last year, but insisted on staying at home. I went around to see him for a couple of hours one Sunday after I got out of work at my part time job. When I returned home, the first words I said without thinking were “If he lasts the month it’ll be a miracle.” I was surprised at myself as it was rapidly nearing the end of September, and have always felt that they were not my words. Gordon was dead the next morning.
These are the most prominent experiences I’ve had. I have also been fortunate or misfortunate enough (depending on your views) to have had a near death experience during one particularly bad asthma attack.
Thankyou for listening, I hope there’s room on your site for some of my story.
By the way, I've been addicted to this page
since 1 wk ago., and I would read them at work and would get scared going to
the bathroom unless I really have to.
Anyway, my story isn't really a ghost story i don't think, it's more of a
dream which my friends call it the "BOX DREAM". I'm sure most of you have
experienced it, but that is the only abnormal thing I've ever experienced.
Let me explain what my "box dream" was. I would be sleeping and it would
almost feel as though I'm just half asleep. It happens to me a few times
before where when I'm falling into this deep sleep, I would see all green,
just the color green but I was scared, i couldn't get myself to wake up or
talk or move. But the worse one was when one night, the same thing
happened, except no greens. I tried to wake myself, becuz I was scared, and
I tried to scream and move. Then all of a sudden, I'm on the floor crawling
right beside my bed towards the door (which happens to be open in the
"dream"), and as i'm crawling and crying on the floor, i see myself on the
bed, sleeping. No movement, just sleeping. This is only weird, cuz it
seems so real, there was no noise, I couldn't hear myself moving or crying.
I feel it when i'm sleeping, and the whole time when i was sleeping, i was
thinking to myself, "what is going on?" I finally struggled and got my self
to move and scream. But no one in the house heard me. What I was told
was that, when you go to sleep at night, your spirit actually arises, but
not completely out of your body though, but in my case, it sounds as though
it did. If anyone had these before or understand why that is, please let me
Bowden " Demons " Rd.
I live in Houston and have been to this place. There is a cemetary
off this road. The first time I went with some friends the trees within
the cemetary were moveing but there was no wind. There were no insects
making sounds nothing and it was at least 10 degrees colder than out of
the cemetary. The next time I went there were torches moving but no one
holding them. We were chased down the road by a figure in black that kept
up with the car that was going 30 mph. When we left and went to get gas
I happen to walk around the back of my car and there were a lot of hand
prints on it even on the tires. My friend recently went out there and took
pictures there and there are some really strange things in these pictures.
I have never in my life felt so in danger being there.
I am 12 years old and my best friend and I decided to play Bloody
Mary one night. We went into the bathroom and did all the rituals, lights
off, etc. My friend got scared half way through so we decided to stop.
I tried to turn on the light and flipped the switch probably 10 times.
It didn't go on. We were so freaked out and I tried to open the door but
it was locked, even though the door didn't have a lock. We started screaming
and my mom heard us and came running. My mom couldn't open the door. I
remember her pounding on it. Thinking quickly, we decided to recite bible
verses. It must have worked because a few seconds later, the lights flicked
on and the door swung open. 'Till this day, I won't go in that bathroom
It was back in year of 98 me and my husband
Russ (than boyfriend) decided to take our yearly visit from Michigan to
Kentucky. We go down there every year around Thanksgiving to visit his
family. We were already down there for about 3 days aready. One night we
decided to take a trip back into the mountains with his brotherTony,than
girlfriend Jenny and his cousin JimBob.We took our fourwheelers. We were
riding around for about 2 hours and decided to head back to the house.
When all of a sudden I had noticed a strange figure ahead sitting there.
It looked like a big black shadow just sitting there for me. As we passed
it, it had jumped out and kind of lashed out at me. But all of a sudden
it just disappeared. We had all stopped and looked around and there was
nothing there.We were freaked out. Well last year we went down there for
our yearly visit. We were talking to Russ's cousin John and he had said
that he had the same experience and I had 2 years ago. He was in the same
area and was riding his four wheeler through the mountains. A big black
shadow as he described it, had jumped on him and tour his jacket open.
He says he has no idea what it was. He had never seen it again. Of what
stories his family has told me there is so many strange things that had
happened in the city of Middlesboro. That is unexplained.
To start my story We lived in Warren PA,we had a
fire in our home so a friend bought a house and
moved us into it.There up the street was a
cemetary it was very peaceful and old.My little
sister and I went there every now and then to put
flowers on the grave of a two year old.Little did
we know she would forever become a part of our
We moved to bradford pa were we reside now in our
5 bedroom house.I just recently bought a sterio
and every now and then when the baby wants my
attention she will turn on my sterio and turn it
way up.Just a few nights ago she touched my face
while I was sleeping.
My brother has just been married.His wife was in
theyre bedroom here and she was alone she said a
very little girl about the size of my oldest
daughter who is two walked accross the bedroom it
scared her so bad she wanted to leave.
every now and then some of my childrens toys will
turn on all by theyre selves.my mother has also
seen her she is adorable to those of us who know
her as vianna.or so the head stone says.I guess I
just figure she adopted me as her mother because
she didnt get to know hers.I hope to some day
give her and my familly peace but for now I enjoy
her being here.She is just like my own children
My best friend killed herself last Christmas Eve at the age of 16. Even after she died, I always had this feeling that she was still around- like she was in the room with me. Then a few nights ago, when I was laying in bed, I felt a presence there with me in the room. I didn't think anything of it at first… I thought it was just my imagination… but when I looked over, I saw my friend standing there in the doorway. I could have sworn that I had closed the door, but there she was standing there with the door wide open. At first I couldn't believe my eyes… I thought I was dreaming or something, so I pinched rubbed my eyes… but she was still there. I knew then that she was really there. she just stood there for the longest time with a smile on her face. she looked so much like she did before she died, it was like she wasn't even a ghost. after a little while, she opened her mouth and moved her lips as if saying 'I love you'… I rubbed my eyes again, still not able to believe it. when I opened them again, she was gone. but I know that she was there, and I know that her spirit is still with me. I haven't seen her again since then but I feel certain that I will soon. this really happened, though I couldn't even believe it at first… but the truth is, ghosts do exsist. I know because my friend is one.
Another Story for You
I'd just like to start off saying I wrote you one story, on page
11, on 237 called "A Story for You". Since then, I thought I'd send
a little ghostly update.
I just recently moved again, this time to an apartment in Deleware. Nothing strange has happened here (to me, anyway...my sister says otherwise, such as a monster in the bathroom). In Brooklyn, though, I had two ghosts. Two prominent ghosts that lived in one particular room, I should say. My room. I named them Jack and Jill, because I didn't know who they were or where they came from, But I decided they'd probably much rather have a name then be unidentified. They've awoken me by violently shaking my bedroom door, and jumping on my bed. I've never feared them much. In fact, they gave me a warm feeling, sometimes, and in one corner of the house that led to my bedroom and my parents bedroom, we'd constantly see black shadows moving across the hall, from one room to another. I'd have to tell friends not to be frieghtened of these visitors, because on more than one occasion people have fled down the hall, stuttering they've gotten the oddest chery night that happened, I could feel it from the same spot. Like a tall man in a black coat holding something, looking lonely and melancholy, even though I didn't see him, I felt what he looked like. I may sound crazy, but I was just absoluetly terrified when that happened, and I'd often feel no other presence, no Jack and Jill around either. That was very frightening for me, even through all my "ghostly" expiriences (if that's what you'd call them). Here in Delaware I haven't had much trouble, but every time I move it always starts out harmless (I move pretty often, as many know realize). If there is anything strange, I'll definately send something your way.
I Saw A Ghost
I was about 6 years old. My mother was very ill so the four of us
kids were farmed out to relatives while she was in the hospital. I went
to my Grandmother’s house in Osawatomie, KS. It was about 1962. I was
sleeping and I woke up since it started to storm. There was no curtain
in the window at the foot of the bed. I could see the lightning and rain.
The bed was right off the kitchen. I turned towards the kitchen and I heard
the door open outside. There was a big porch with a door from the outside
and another door that led in to the kitchen. The kitchen door opened
slowly. I saw a ghost walking towards me. It was no ordinary ghost. It
was a wolf ghost. It was walking on it’s two hind legs though. It was transparent.
It could definitely see through it. I was stunned. I could not scream.
It walked to the fridge and it looked like it took some thing off of the
top of it. It turned and walked back out of the door.
Then I let out a big scream. Every one was up. I kept saying “I saw a ghost!” I saw a ghost!” and my Grandmother was trying to comfort me. However, the two doors that led to the kitchen were both unlocked now, and one was open. They all remembered locking them up before bedtime. The only thing that looked like it was missing was a flashlight from the top of the fridge. The best part of the story came when I was about 20 yrs old. I went to their house for their 60th wedding anniversary party. The cars were all lined up and down the driveway and road. I was talking to people inside and I heard someone mention the legend of the ghost that walks the woods! Wow. That was the same ghost that I had seen as a child. I had put it on the back burner all of those years. Now I realized that I was not the only person to ever see that ghost.
In 1997, a good friend of mine, whose name was Bobby, passed away
from a massive heart attack. He was 39 years old. We had met
when we were both in our early 20's by a mutual friend, and we became real
good friends. Our mutual love for the Grateful Dead had us attend a lot
of their shows together, and we just hung out together the way good friends
do. When Bobby was about 28, he developed mental illness. He
suffered from delusions. Often we would talk and he would upset me
because the things he would say didn't make sense. I found him very
difficult to deal with, and having a girlfriend who took up much of my
time, I found less time to visit him. He was on some very strong
drugs for his mental illness, and often he couldn't even be understood
when he spoke. He basically spent the last ten years of his life
living in his mother's basement, playing records and chain smoking cigarettes.
When he passed away, I hoped that he had found the peace he didn't have
for his last ten years.
In November of 2000, I found myself utterly exhausted one night and had a dream. In it I was going to a bar to meet a couple of women who worked with me. I walked into the bar and standing right by the door was Bobby! I knew in the dream that he was dead, but I wasn't frightened of this. I asked him how he was and he said he was well. There wasn't any sign of the mental illness, it was Bobby as I remembered him when he was well. He asked if he could join my friends and I, and I told him, "Sure." Then he requested that I not tell my friends about him. I took this to mean not to tell them that he was dead, and again I told him "Sure." He sat down with us for a short time, then he got up and left the bar. One of the women sitting with us asked me to go and check on my friend. I got up from the table only to humor her, because I knew Bobby was dead. I walked out of the bar and I saw him standing on the other side of the street. He looked like he was waiting for a bus. The road went down a medium grade hill, and he was standing where the road flattened out. That was where my dream ended. I awoke at that point, and I felt my body trembling as I came out of the dream. I looked at my clock and it was 1:30 in the morning. I couldn't sleep anymore that night. I felt that the dream meant something, that Bobby was trying to tell me something, but I couldn't figure out what it was. For the next few days, I couldn't get the dream out of my mind.
Two days later, I received a bill in the mail for a tombstone my family and I had ordered for my mother, who had passed away that summer. I called the caretaker of the cemetery to find out if the stone had been delivered, and he told me that it had arrived two days earlier, and had been installed the previous day. I decided that I wanted to see the tombstone before I paid the balance of the bill, because I wanted to make sure it was just as had been ordered. I went to the cemetery that afternoon, and it was just as we had asked for, no complaints. It was very emotional to see it, it upset me quite a bit. I said a prayer for her, and got into my car to leave. My mother is buried on a hillside, and as I drove down the hill, the road flattened out. For some reason, I glanced to my left, and there, right by the side of the road, was Bobby's grave. I can't tell you how fast my heart started beating! Then I realized that his grave was exactly the distance from my mother's grave, and on the other side of the street, just as I saw him in my dream. I didn't attend Bobby's funeral, so I had no idea that he was buried in that spot, although I did know he was in the same cemetery. I thought about it for a while, and then I figured it out. The dream I had happened the night my mother's tombstone arrived, and I feel that the dream was Bobby's way of saying that when you come to visit your mother, don't forget to stop and visit me, too!.
Now, whenever I visit my mother, I always stop to visit Bobby, too. I think that they both like that. I like it, too.
Thanks for taking the time to read this.
The Girl in the White Uniform
This story happened to me when I was in Primary Four (equivalent
to American Grade 4). Our school is among the top ten in Singapore. During
that time the school was located in a neighbourhood district. The school
building had been there since the 1960s.
During one Arts class, my friend Jess and myself had gotten my hands dirty from handling crayons. The teacher gave us permission to go to the girls' toilet on our floor (3rd floor). We were very close friends and did everything together. That aside, when we got there, I started washing my hands while Jess went into one of the cubicles. When we got there there are nobody there and all the cubicle doors were opened.
When I finished washing my hands, I cried to Jess to "hurry up or the teacher will be angry". Just then, a beautiful girl, whom I estimated to be at least 12 years old, walked past me out of the main toilet door. She was wearing a white uniform (that was similar to another famous school in Singapore) and she had nice long hair. She smiled a bit as I was looking at her and then she was gone.
When Jess got out, I told her about the girl in white uniform. It was then that we both realised we had been the ONLY ONES in the toilet. Besides our school uniform was blue, and school rules forbid girls to keep long hair. We thought it might be another student in our school on an educational visit but then, it was only the first week of January, the first week of school. Programs aren't usually planned this way.
Later we learnt that twenty years before our time, the school building used to be that of another famous school with a history as long as ours. The girl was wearing that school's uniform. Apparently, she was a sick child and had died of asthma, at the door of our toilet. Poor thing.
I found your website and thought I would dash off my story.
kind of creeps me out. I would be interested in hearing what you think
as I have never had this kind of experience before. (Some folks would
be jealous...I know!) I tried to keep it short, but it doesn't appear
it is! Apologies.
I work for a helicopter company up here in Juneau, Alaska. We are a
seasonal operation here in Juneau, with me being the only full-time,
year round employee. That was a decision made just this past summer.
Usually there are two people in the office in the winter. On our work
property we have the "old" hangar, which was here way back in the 50's I
believe. Back then it was owned by a gentleman by the last name
Livingston. He ran his helicopter operation out of that one hangar
until he was bought by my company in the mid-70's. Then they built what
we call the "new" hangar. History has it that the company's offices
were on the second floor of the "new" hangar during Mr.Livingston's
lifetime. Since then the second floor has also been a dormitory for
pilots and mechanics. Over the last handful of years however it has
gone back into being offices and pilots' breakroom/kitchen area.
Since it was decided that I would be the only employee at the base this
winter people started telling me about the Livingston Ghost. It is told
that he walks the upper floor to check on things. I have been there two
winters and never heard anything....Two of our mechanics who are still
employed with us both told me stories about the ghost. One mechanic
used to live upstairs and his bedroom was my huge storage closet...right
at the top of the stairs. He said a number of times he would hear foot
steps in the middle of the night coming up the stairs. He would race
out into the hall and there would be nobody. Quite a few other people
have heard the same thing. Our base manager this summer, who had never
heard anything about the ghost, heard them not long after she arrived in
Juneau. She got up to see who was there...nobody. People have yelled
out, "hello" thinking someone has come into the building, nobody there.
The other story they've told me from when they lived upstairs was if
they left the back window open, it would be closed in the morning. Time
and time again this happened.
Luckily I am working mostly from home this winter but I have had a
couple strange things occur over the past month. First let me say I had
all the locks changed on both of the hanagars at the start of October.
The only people who have a key are myself and our two mechanics, who
are both currently out of town working at other bases. Second, I am the
only one who comes into the "new" hangar at all, I don't even get
visited by the FedEx person! Thirdly I lock the front door while I am
there so nobody can come in without me knowing.
Since my alone time, which started early October, I haven't heard or
seen much of anything. And believe me, I have been well aware. However
on October 30th I went into work to clear things up before I left on
vacation. As I was getting ready to leave I went to drop off some
magazine or something on the Lead Pilot's desk. As I walked into his
office I noticed the outside door to the main hangar was open. This is
not the main entrance and hadn't been opened since the end of September.
This is just a regular people door, not the big door they open for the
helicopters. It is however a part of the big hangar door. I called the
police as the door knob was still in the locked position. They couldn't
find anything. I know the door was locked before I left on my previous
visit to work because I always go around the building and check all the
doors, just to give me peace of mind. This door in particular I always
double check that it is secured. Later that night I had to go back to
work to pick something up on the fax machine. I brought my husband with
me and we drove down on to the helicopter ramp and sure enough that door
was open AGAIN. We tied the door shut and it hasn't opened since.
Now, most people and in my own mind I think it could have been the wind.
Being that this door is part of the big hangar door, perhaps with the
wind, the big door moved a bit and caused this regular door to pop open.
That is what I tell myself. However after this past Thursday at work,
I am not too sure.
The base manager's office is across the hallway from mine. It is always
locked before I leave. Most days I open it when I come into work as it
is also the only way to get to the supply closet. Thursday I didn't
open it until after I had been there a bit and was getting close to
leaving. I needed to get an envelope out of the closet so I put my key
in the door and walked into the room.
Now let's see if I can describe the layout. You walk into the room and
on your right is a big conference table. On your left, along the same
wall as the doorway is the closet door (closest to the doorway) and then
3-4 small file cabinets followed by a huge palm tree-ish kind of plant.
The plant is in the corner. Now from that corner to halfway down the
next wall is a window that looks out to the hangar. I would say it is
about 4 feet long and about 2 feet high. Under the window, in the
center is a small two shelf bookcase. Next to the bookcase in the other
corner is a table. The desk sits infront of this table. This is all
on the left side of the room. Make sense? Hope so. When you walk into
the room there are exterior windows to your right and along the front wall.
Okay. On the window sill, which isn't even 2 inches wide, of the
window that looks out into the hangar, there are two small 4x6 matted
pictures without frames and a plastic twinkie cowboy. The base manager
thought the twinkie cowboy was kind of funny and bought him this summer.
It is for a kid's lunch, you pop his cap up and put a twinkie inside.
He probably stands about 6 inches high. The two pictures are on the
right side of the little window sill with the twinkie cowboy all the way
in the right corner.
When I walked into the room on Thursday, the twinkie cowboy was laying
face down on top of the bookcase under the window and his hat was popped
open. Winds? Earthquake? First off, the small pictures should have
fallen over too. Second, twinkie cowboy didn't fall straight off the
window sill....he fell at a diagonal to HIS right, my left.
It werided me out and I picked him up and put him back where he should
be. I got my envelop and left the room. Immediately after leaving the
room I had to make a phone call. As I was leaving the voice mail
message I heard an unusual thump coming from the stairs. I even said on
the phone it was getting a little creepy and I was going home. I left.
Later that day I had to come back, this was about 2.5 hours later, to
let a pilot into the building. Because I wasn't about to hang out all
weekend letting him in and out of the building I told him I would get
him a key he could borrow. The key box is in that darn supply closet up
in the base managers office.
Fine. I go upstairs and unlock the door. Mr. Twinkie Cowboy is now
laying out in the middle of the floor face up. He is all way out by the
first file cabinet, closest to the door. There is no possible way for
him to have fallen that distance. I picked him and and put him back. I
haven't had a reason to go back to work since. Although I did buy a
package of twinkies today thinking Mr. Livingston might be a bit upset
there isn't one in the twinkie cowboy.
I immediately sent word to the mechanic about this twinkie cowboy thing
and he thinks without a doubt it is Mr. Livingston. I called the base
manager who was there this summer she said it was probably rodents. The
rodent should have knocked the photos down as well. What do you think?
I don't mind Mr. Livingston coming by to check up on the place if it is
him, it just weirds me out. I am the only one that is in the building.
Strange isn't it.
I only told a few people about my scary experience of my dead father.
A few weeks after my father died, we moved to another place in the same
city. My mother was still working to support the family. She wasn't usually
at home everyday. We lived in a very tight room with one bed and some furnitures.
We had some plastic chairs beside our bed. When I was left alone one day,
I heard a scratching sound but I had no idea what it was. I thought that
it was just our dog Happy who was scratching the wall. I was lying on the
bed that afternoon. I was waiting for my younger sister to come home from
school. After a few minutes, I heard the sound again but this time it was
louder. I got up and looked around but Happy was not there. I saw the plastic
chair in front of me but I just ignored it having no idea that it was moving.
A brief silent passed by. Then I heard the sound ag ain and this time I
really saw the chair moving slowly as if someone was going to move and
lift to me. When I told my mother about it, she didn'
A few days had passed after that incident but I never mentioned it again to my family. But this time it wasn't me who witnessed it. My mother and sister actually saw the plastic chair moved. My mother concluded that the house we lived in was haunted but I refused to believe it. One night, I was watching my favorite latenight show when I heard a voice of a man. It was deep. It was a baritone voice just like my father. I turned off the television set and listened. All I could hear within that period of silence was the sound of nocturnal insects. But suddenly I heard the voice again. I couldn't make out what it was saying but I knew that it was for me.The hair at the back of my head was standing. But then I muster enough courage and listened attentively to the voice. This time I could really hear my name being called out by that voice. I knew it was my father. I tried to locate where that voice came from. I walked around the house hoping I could convinc myself that It was just my imagination. But the voice ca
That morning I told my family about it and they were all silent. When I asked what could be the reason why he came back, my mother told me that maybe I was still harboring resentments ...maybe because I was still angry at him. Then I realized that it was true. My mothers words convinced me that my father was trying to communicate with me to ask forgiveness.
That voice came back to me for several ocassions. It lasted for about a month and it usually happened at night when everybody was asleep. Now I could hear the voice no more. Years rolled by since that voice called me and now my nights are peaceful. I learned many lessons from that experience and so it is with my family.
This is slightly interesting, although it happened a while ago.
When I was younger I lived in a row house in Gettysburg, on a side note, my father had lived in that same house for a few years when he was a child. I have 3 younger sisters and a younger brother so hearing noises wasn't something unheard of. I can no longer remember the year but the events began when the youngest was no younger than 2 years of age, I would have been around 12 yrs old or so.
First, the vacuum begin to turn itself on and off at random. Granted it was old so we chalked it up to short circuits. The little kids would go to a sitter, and I would be alone in the afternoon after school. I began to hear people walking, moving around upstairs. I didn't chalk it up to neighbors because, amazingly, that was the only house I lived in whose walls were not paper thin. Apparently, I wasn't the only one who heard this. One day my father pulled me aside and asked me if I had skipped school. I hadn't, and this disturbed him greatly because he had heard people walking upstairs. My father doesn't excite easily.
So we heard occasional movings and such. Their were only three times I was ever truely freaked out. Once when I was 14 I was talking on the telephone about some of the funny noises when suddenly I found myself lying on the ground, wet. Was I sitting in a folding chair, yes. Did I have a glass of water near me, yes. However, the chair only folded one way and could hold up to 300 lbs without breaking. It had folded the wrong way, backwards. I wasn't leaning back in the chair, either. The glass of water was at least 6 inches from either side of the desk, I noticed that it hadn't tipped over when I got back up, it was in the same spot, almost empty.
If that wasn't enough to scare the daylights out of me, around the same time period I was listening to a cd, getting ready to go to bed. I said aloud," as soon as this songs over I'll go to sleep." I wasn't anywhere near the cd player when the song repeated itself. Thankfully, it repeated itself only once. Still in that same time period, I was searching my room for a blue colored pencil. I talk to myself quite often and made the comment, "Where the heck is that stupid blue pencil." I heard a light thud. I turned went to sound where a book a had put on top of my desk, again, not near the edges, nor ontop of something, It had fallen open with the cover up towards me. I picked up the paper back, and having done so, saw my blue colored pencil.
We moved when I was 15 almost 16. Small goings on happened now and then, nothing too freaky. Although my brother claimed to actually see a ghost when he was 5. Stated he saw it come through the wall into his room then up through the ceiling. Stated that it was "glowy" with no eyes/ black holes. That was all I could get out of him.
Since we moved, not much has happened.
I recently moved away from Gettysburg and haven't had anything major happen.
If you are interested, there is my story. It seemed not necessarily scary when it happened, just kind of There.
A Paranormal Experience
I have a story to tell but I don't think it actually falls into the
story" category... Really, it is a story my father told me one evening
while we were at a family member's funeral. First, some background: I
moved from Maine to California in 1984 to be with my (then) young husband.
I was only 19 at the time, hardly old enough to even be married! My husband
had gone to find a place to live, etc, and I followed a month or so later.
My last month in Maine, I lived with my parents. Now, my dad and I had
never enjoyed a close relationship; in fact, we were estranged by the time I
stepped onto that plane for LA. My mother and brother drove me to the
airport; I did not even say good-bye to my father.
I stayed in California for 2 years. I went to college and had an interesting
job at a dental clinic. However, as I mentioned previously, I was much too
young to have married and soon found myself in the midst of a very volatile
relationship with my husband. In the summer of 1985, I discovered I was
pregnant. I was very worried because by that time, I realized I had made a
mistake by getting married. The thought of a baby was almost overwhelming
to me. I became depressed and withdrawn. I actually lost weight at the
beginning of my pregnancy.
Around this time, I began receiving occasional packages and letters from my
dad. The notes he would send would always be encouraging and loving. I
almost fell out of my chair when I read the first letter from him. The
packages were usually something pretty for the house, or maybe a pair of
earrings. What had come over my father? This just wasn't like him. I
answered his letters enthusiastically. Maybe my dad and I would have a real
father-daughter relationship after all.
Time passed. It was September,1989. I had had my daughter (and what a
beauty she is!) and divorced my husband. I had remarried a great guy, and
was living back in Maine. My parents had also divorced. My siblings and I
were all at a wake and were sitting in a back room talking about life after
death, spiritual experiences and the like. My dad was a life long atheist,
and I half expected him to make a smart-ass comment about our topic of
conversation, but instead he told me this: 3 years earlier, while I was
still in California, he awakened in the middle of the night with a start.
It was almost as though he had been shaken awake. He sat up in bed and
looked near the corner of his room. There I was. I was standing in his
room as clear as day with what he perceived to be a distraught look upon my
face. He made a point of picking his watch up from the nightstand to check
the time and to make sure he was fully awake. He also pinched himself. He
was wide awake. I was there in his room. I did not speak. I was just
there, looking at him with a pained expression.
I don't remember if he told me if I just disappeared, or how I left the
room. I cannot ask him now, as he passed away in 1993 from cancer. This
story really freaked me out. A "living ghost"? how can it be? I wondered
about this story for years, especially after his death. I still have no
idea what happened or how this could happen. Whatever the reason, I believe
it served to bring my father and I closer. Perhaps that experience helped
my father see how much a girl needs her father. It's probably no
coincidence that this occurred during the most difficult time in my young
A New Experience
A while ago I had written a story about a cemetary I had visited.
Since then I have gone to several "haunted places" and I had a terrible
experience. Since this experience I have not purposefully looked
My two best friends and I decided to play the Ouija board one night, event though we knew the risks. But we were bored and slightly intoxicated when we pulled out the board. I got out some candles that had been blessed by a Wiccan friend of mine. Each of us had our own candle to ourselves, along with candles lit about the room. We got out some Pepsi to drink and some crackers to eat.
I lit the candles and we began to play. I asked for only non evil spirits to come through and that they would be welcomed, whereas if any evil spirits came, we would drive them out. At first nothing happened, but then a cold chill ran down my spine and my candle blew out. The oracle started moving around in a frantic manner, so frantic that my fingers and my friends' fingers weren't even touching it. It jumped and my candle lit by itself. By then I had started crying like a baby (I do that when I get very frightened) and my friends were starting to get hysterical. My boyfriend came in the house and it seemed to go back to normal.
We started to play again and we contacted a spirit. It seemed friendly so we asked if it wanted tot alk to any of us. It said it did and started moving around. We asked it who they wanted to talk to, but it didn't answer. So we asked what it wanted to talk about. It told us that it wanted to talk about a death. I became frightened b/c I knew where it was going.
I told my friends that we needed to stop and banish the spirit b/c it was a bad spirit. At that moment I heard deep male chuckling and my candle went out again. I tried to light it again, but it wouldn't stay lit. The oracle started jumping again and it fell to the floor.
My black cat, Thor, started to hiss and spit at a corner of the room. He began to back up and his hair was sticking up. He swatted out a paw, and then his hissing stopped and strangled meows began. I ran over to him and picked him up. He scratched me and hid in my arm.
During this whole time, none of my cats left me. They all stayed right next to me and they seemed to be protecting me. Thor seemed to have tried to hurt it and ended up getting hurt himself. My mother came and blessed my home and told me that my cats are my protecters. She told me that fate had played its hand when I found the kittens and took them in b/c they were sent to protect me from an evil that would later try to enter my home. I had 7 cats and now only have 5. They weren't killed by the ghost. 2 were given to the animal shelter, where one later died. I have regretted that decision to this day and wish that I had kept them.
Thor sits next to me from time to time (he keeps to himslef mostly) when there is a presence. He always seems to place himself in front of me. I know now that my decision to play the Ouija Board has caused my house to be open to evil spirits and now I have no choice but to move. But be sure that my babies will be going with me.
When I was 5 years old my grandmother had a big family reunion picnic
at her house; this would have been in August of 1955. The picnic
lasted far into the night, with the grown-ups sitting on the patio with
their iced tea and exchanging family stories and us children playing hide
and seek in dark. Since we lived in the country with no near neighbors,
and surrounded by corn fields, woods, a barn and big barn yard, it really
was quite dark. During the game, I decided to go into the house to
hide. I went into the living room and sat in an armchair in the far
corner of the room. As I sat back in the chair I felt cold all over,
the kind of cold that causes you to shiver, the hair on my arms stood up
and I felt as though someone was watching me. I turned my head and
at the opposite end of the living room I saw a man. He was tall and
thin and wore dark blue pants and a red and white check shirt. He
looked at me very sadly and then vanished into thin air. I wasn't
afraid, I didn't think he was a ghost because at the age of 5 I imagined
ghosts were white see-through creatures that shouted "BOO!" but I had no
idea who he was or where he went. I could hear the voices of the
grown-ups and cousins shouting as one by one they were found. Then
it happened again: the cold, the feeling someone was in the room with me.
Turning my head again, he was back. For about five seconds we stared
at each other. Me puzzled, him looking sadly at me. Then he
disappeared. About 20 years later I was helping my grandmother clean
her attic. While going through the drawer of an old bureau she said,
"Here's a picture of your grandfather that was taken just a few weeks before
he died." Although the photo was in black and white, you could tell
the man was tall and thin, was wearing dark pants and a check shirt of
some kind. I realized it was the man I had seen all those years ago.
"That's some shirt," I told my grandmother. "Oh, that was his favorite
shirt. It was red and white check and he always wore it with his
dark blue pants." Very interesting, isn't it? He had died in
August 1949, 11 months before I was born.
I have been reading stories on your site now for well over
two years and have finally decided to submit one of mine. It happened a
long time ago and hopefully it won't be too long. Well here goes,,
When I was around the ages of eight to nine, my mother and stepfather lost their new home due to an inability to keep up with mortgage repayments. My stepfather's parents owned a caravan at a holiday site which also hosted permanent sites and we stayed there for a while until we could find some accomodation. After around three months of staying at that caravan, my family bought another van at that same caravan park. This new van was quite cheap and came fully furnished which I did not find strange at the time. After cleaning up the van and throwing out a lot of old furniture our family moved in and that's where it all began.
Now I come from a line of first born daughters that have all inherited fey abilities, although we can supress them if they become too distressing. This wasn't my first experience with the supernatural but it is the most memorable. Once we moved in my parents slept in the annexe of the van whilst my younger brother and I slept in the caravan proper. The large double bed we slept in came with the van and was a permanent fixture. On the very first night we slept in that bed, we realised that something strange was with us in that room. Every night around half an hour after we had laid down in bed, the door to the room would slide open, and then someone unseen would sit on the end of the bed. Sometimes they sat down softly, but at other times they seemed to literally leap onto the bed, and each time it was accompanied by the squeaking of the bedsprings. As the bed dipped due to the weight of the unseen sitter, we could hear the sound of someone removing their clothes, then the covers would pull themselves back and someone would lie down next to us. Now we were virtually cuddled up together as there wasn't much room left for us to lay down comfortably, even though we couldn't see this thing, it felt very, very solid. After a while the sound of snoring would start from the direction of the entity and slowly it's presence would fade away, leaving us free to sleep.
After a few weeks of this happening each night, we decided to tell our mother what was going on. Of course she didn't believe it and we got the old "It's only your imagination" speech, but time would soon prove otherwise. My mother and stepfather were a very argumentative couple and very soon there came a night where my mother chose not to sleep in the same bed as my stepfather. Whilst we slept on an air bed in the lounge room, she took over our bed in the van bedroom. Now she has never told us what happened when she slept there, but within a week or so that bed was ripped out and two new single ones installed. Now to get that bed out of that van you would have had to literally rip it out of the floor, so I gather that the experience warranted the trouble they went to to get it out of there.
That wasn't the end of the spirit though. I first saw him one day when my brother and I were alone in the caravan. We were watching a kiddies show on the television in the lounge area of the annexe. It was around four pm and our parents were out doing the weekly shop. For some reason I looked to my right where the doorway leading to my parents bedroom was and I saw a man dressed in black tracksuit standing there watching us. Now, that man looked as real as anyone i've ever laid eyes on, nothing ghostly about him whatsoever upon first observation. Well, I immediately thought that this was an intruder and we were done for. I started to elbow my brother urgently as this man continued to stare at me. My brother looked over at what I was pointing at and he also saw the man. By now we were both frightened quite badly, but the man still stood there watching us without changing his expressin which was set into a scowl. In the next few seconds however, he simply disappeared, i mean he just wasn't there anymore and we could hear the door in my parents bedroom which led to the back room containing the laundry and storage room of the van open and slam shut. Now we never saw him turn and run nor did we see a slow vanishing, just one second there the next not. Now my brother and I looked at each other and started to whisper about what we both saw. We decided after around two minutes that we better see where he went as we still thought he was an intruder. So we went through our parents room to the door to the laundry room. The door was stilled locked which was strange as you cant lock it from the outside. We opened the door and looked through the Laundry and storage areas and could not find anyone at all. There is no way to get out of that room and certainly no way for that man to get out of that caravan except by going past the lounge room which we just left to search for him. No trace was ever found of him and we never had that experience again in that van.
The only other thing that used to happen was that each night I would get woken up by my bedroom door opening and seeing the silhouette of a man standing there just watching me. I was never afraid of him and would just go back to sleep, all I could feel was his curiosity. A few years ago my mother and stepfather moved out of that place and when I talked to my mother about the goings on that happened there she started to tell me about her seeing a black clothed man in the van as well. She had never told us because she felt that we were coping well by believing we were imagining it and there was no way we could move out to anywhere else with their financial situation. Apparently the caravan was put up for sale after the man who had owned it died. It was his holiday van and he loved the place very much, so much that when he was dying he wanted to pass his last days there. He would always wear a black tracksuit around the van and this is what he was found in when he died in his bed, the same one we slept in later. That was why the van was so cheap and came with furnishings. Apparently the rest of his family hated the caravan and didn't want to use it as a holiday van after he had died.
Well, that is one of my many experiences with the otherworld, and I must say that each ghost I have seen has always appeared very solid and very clear. I hope that you enjoyed my little story and wish your web page continuuing success.(Which it deserves) Thankyou for allowing me to share my tale.