Village Haunt
By: jorunnhaugse@yahoo.no
This happened to a friend of mine. As I'm from Norway
I'll give you some background: I live in a small
village in the west of Norway, a proper old farming
village with lots of old farms and houses. My friend
has a horse and does something called natural
horsemanship, it's all about bareback and
communicating with your horse and stuff. Anyway, the
point is she has full control over the horse, and it
will go wherever she wants it to go.
She was out riding one night and it was dark outside.
She rode along this road which sort of winds itself
between a few small farms, and there isn't much
lighting except for what lights there are on the
outside of the houses, and one streetlight. Suddenly
as she comes to this shed the horse stops and refuses
to go forward, and even starts walking backwards. As
my friend look up she sees a black shadow crossing the
road in a floating manner, like a man or something.
She said it was too big to be a dog or anything like
that, and it was really scary what with the behaviour
of the horse and all. Animals are, after all, known
for "seeing" more than we do! We're all a little
scared to go on that road now!
Also, another friend of mine who used to do a paper
round in the village, saw something that freaked her
out. Behind the local shop there is a very old farm
which is turned into a museum. My friend used to take
a shortcut through that farm to get to the shop, which
is where the papers would be dropped off for her. As
she came back she walked past a house, and behind this
house there was another house, which becomes hidden
behind the corner as you walk past. Just as my friend
passed the corner she saw a figure standing over at
that other house, only a glimpse, mind. She got really
scared and walked back a step to check but there was
no-one. She got home really quickly and told her
mother, who doesn't believe in ghosts. But the mum
said that yes, she did think that that place was a
little creepy...That freaked my friend out even more.
Unexplained Noises
By: Kelly82@fuse.net
Hello.My name is Kelly.My husband and I moved into our home about 1998. The
lady we bought our house from was a Nunn and was older. She was getting unable
to take care of this 2 story house and needed to sell to move into a apartment.
From what she has said, this house was a one story house with a basement
and an attic when she was growing up and her father had turned the attic
into the second floor with his own hands. She had lived here all her life
and has a twin sister. Everything was fine when we first moved in. However
within the first few months from when we moved in, we started to hear a infant
cry. Any parent out there knows the difference from a young child's cry and
a infant cry. My husband and I had two wonderful little girls and was expecting
another when we moved into the house. The cries was not from my children,
I know my children's cries and they was not it. They were of a newborn infant.
Still to this day we hear it more days then not and sometimes more then once
in the day / night. I get a curious feeling yet a saddening feeling when
I hear that baby cry. There has been other noises as well though I personally
have heard knocking ( loudness varies from real slight knocking to regular
knocking up to out and out banging ) . Sometimes the knocking is on the outside
of the house, I always go outside to see what or who it is and no one is
ever there. Sometimes it is on the inside of our home on the walls and windows
just as on the outside but only coming from inside. Other times I have heard
knocking and once banging on the basement door from the basement side. I
always go check to see what it is even thought I know there is no one there.
The knocking usually happens when my husband is sleeping in a deep deep sleep
or at work. When I hear the knocking or banging on the basement door and
go check it, As I open it I see nothing there at all but feel this gush of
icy cold air ( Everytime ) .All of which still happens. Awhile ago my husbands
friend came over and brought his wife and 3 children with him. ( This was
after our youngest was born and walking ) Any how my husband and his friend
went upstairs and left all 6 children downstairs with me and his friends
wife. They was upstairs for a little bit. When they came downstairs, my husband
asked me if any of the children had gone upstairs and seemed shocked when
I told him no and his friends wife said the same. All 6 children had been
playing in the toy room the whole time. My husband then told me they ( him
and his friend ) had heard a child going up the stairs and down the hall
stopping just out of sight of the doorway to our bed room where he and his
friend was at. Also that they never heard the child walk away or even move
from that spot. He said he has peeked out into the hall and saw nothing.
I said I would hope he didn't see anything ,seeing how everyone but him and
his friend was downstairs the whole time. On a separate experience ,my husband
came home from work one day.I was watching CMT ( country music television
) and we had to go to the store that day so my husband turned off the TV.
and made a comment ( which I gave him a ohh gees look ) he said " this is
the best thing I have heard all day" ( meaning turning off the country music
) and we then left for the store after making sure every light was off. It
was still day light when we left and was dark when we got back, except there
was a light in the living room when we got back. My husband went into the
living room first to see where the light was coming from. It was the TV.
that he had personally turned off. Not only was it back on but it was on
a totally different channel.My oldest daughter 8 years old now tells me when
she hears things to. She also hears the infant cry, just today she told me
that last night while she was getting her clothes for this morning that she
heard a woman getting on a child. The other evening when my husband was upstairs
my oldest daughter and I both heard a mans voice but couldn't make out what
he said. She was in the toy room and I was in the living room. My husband
was the only man in the house and was still upstairs. I told him that we
had heard a mans voice and he asked what it said. He hadn't heard it. There
has been times when I am at the computer as tonight, when I didn't have my
hand no where near the mouse ,yet the screen scrolls like as if I scroll
the mouse. Yet like I said my hands would be no where near the mouse. However
the lights in our house don't turn on or off with out us doing it and we
have never actually seen any ghosts. However I am a sceptic myself. I do
believe there can be ghosts but can most of the time tell if a photo of a
ghost is real or not, I pick everything apart and have done so with everything
that has happened. Nothing natural has caused any of what I have written
about. I have left out the things that could even possibly be explained natural
caused.My husband had spoke with a neighbor that has lived on this street
for many many years and he was telling my husband of our house with the previous
owner ( the Nunn ) . She for what ever reason or relationship to her is unknown,
but she was taking care of a mentally challenged boy. Our neighbor told my
husband that he probably shouldn't tell him this but thought we should know,
the mentally challenged boy hung himself in our basement long ago. He didn't
say why or go into any more detail of our house. I came downstairs and our
neighbor said he had to go home and left. Mayhaps that mentally challenged
boy is the source of the knocking and maybe even the banging, and even the
TV. coming back on and being changed that day we went to the store. But certainly
not the infant cries,the mans voice,or the woman getting on the child and
mayhaps not even some or any of the banging or knocking. There is much I'm
not sure of. I am sure that there has been no physical contact from them
to any of my family and we have not actually seen any of them. However I
do get worried of the possibility of physical contact. I wonder if they will
appear to us and why they haven't. They have made their presence known by
cries , sounds , voices but have not appeared to any of us in any form. If
they was wanting attention I would think they would. I would like to know
why we are being haunted but I sure am happy that it has not been physical
!
True Stories
By: cheezfaery@hotmail.com
I admire your website, with all its info and pics and such, I think it's a
wonderful thing to let the world know. I myself have a couple of true
stories that have happened to me.
I used to live in a house built in the 30's, and while I lived there, I was
the only one that would hear strange sounds, and sometimes see weird things,
that neither of my parents'd see. One of them occured while I was typing a
paper. I had the rough draft next to the keyboard, and when my mother called
me down to eat lunch I just left it there. After about 30 mins I went back
upstairs, and when I grabbed the paper I noticed there was a word written on
the margin, which wasn't my writing, nor my parents'. The writing was kinda
shaky, and in big curly letters, and it read something like "Heine". I
think the ghost in my house wrote that because I used to complain I didn't
know what to call "it'!
Me and my parents went to visit the Queen Mary at Long Beach. It is said of
course that it is a pretty hunted sight, but I don't believe what I don't
see. It was almost time to go, and I was down because this one man had taken
a picture of the pool and an orb had come up and I hadn't seen much. I was
walking around the nursery, and read that sometimes you could hear kids
playing and such. When I started to move away, there were loud bangings on
the pipes next to me, and I saw a reflection on the window between me and
the nursery. I was the only one around there too.
Other smaller stories include me being alone in my other house and somebody
calling me from downstairs, but there would be no lights on and no parents
around. Also, very early in mornings, I'd hear somebody with heavy steps
come up to my room and stop at the door, walk inside my closet (there used
to be a trap door that opened to the ceiling), and then I'd hear steps above
me.
I moved recently, so not much has been happening, although I must say that
sometimes I miss "Heine"...!
Thrown Out Of Bed in Leominster
By: lionsden1850@webtv.net
The house we live in dates back to the mid 1800's my family has been
occupying the house since 1967, and all though we have had spirit
activity from the time we moved in nothing has ever been directed at
anyone specifically.
We have had lights go on and off, dishes rattle and water running
(only to find the sink dry) footsteps across the floors upstairs and
down the basement stairs. Over the years we have gotten used to all of
this, until a few months ago when things changed.
I have been awakened every morning between 3:20 and 3:40 for no
apparent reason, I was pushed out of bed one night and thought my wife
did this in her sleep and thought no more about it only to have it
happen again two nights later (by the way, my wife is only 5"2" and I am
5' 11" and weigh 300 lbs.).
I complained to her so much that she slept on the couch the next
couple of nights, nothing happened either night (other than being woken
up at 3:26 a.m.).
the third night was a different story, I was sleeping on my back and
this time instead of being "pushed" out of bed, I felt two hands in the
small of my back literally push up and flip me off of the bed (I not
only went off the bed, but was pushed with enough force to hit my
dresser 2 ft away before I hit the floor). My wife tried to get out of
bed to help me from the floor but was having trouble getting up because
she was wrapped up in the blankets with her back to me facing the
opposit direction.
Whatever or whoever this spirit was stopped any activity shortly
after this incident happened.
I talked to my sister about this and she said that the activity in
the house had been almost stopped completely the 6 years my wife and I
lived in Virginia and only started up again when I moved back into the
house (which is in central Ma).
The Sailor
By: slushee@att.net
this is kind of hard to say, because usually no one believes me, but after
looking at all of the other stories it helps to share this. I am a 14 year old
girl from California, and ghost experiences with me are not uncommon. While i
have had more than my share of "unfriendly" ghosts, i have had some
experiences with a very good one. the ones i am sharing with you now are only
a couple out of many.
Well first off, the house i live is not very old, only about 50 years.
Before my family began to live in this house (going on 40 years) it was a
house that sailors came to live in and out of. So, lets just say there were a
lot of mishappenings here before my family was here. For example a sailor hung
himself in one of our closets. When my grandpa bought this house there was a
lot of left over messes and objects that the sailor left behind... like an
engagement ring and a neclace. after many years went by and even more not-so-
good things happened... my great aunt committed suicide, the same way the
sailor did, only in a different closet. About 10 years after my grandpa died
of a heart attack, in the room that i now sleep in. which now comes to the
part of what i experienced.
when i was about 4 years old, my older sister, about 6 years old, was
throwing up in the bathroom, the gagging noise she made woke my mom and i up.
we both went to the bathroom to see what was wrong and when my mom asked if
she was okay, she simply said(i say this because she did) "the man helped me".
it was odd, very odd, because there were no men in the house at the time. i
didnt know what to make of it, considering ghosts were an unknown subject to
me at the time, so i went back to bed, only bed was quite a walk away, because
our house has one of the long, dark, and scary hallways. And of course,
walking at the end of the hallway towards my room, was a tall, white figure.
It walked into the doorway of my room, turned around, and waved! No way i was
going back into my room then, no way at all! I didnt know what it was, and
didnt care to find out, even my mom was shocked, because i am and have always
been the cat that curiosity has yet to kill(not my best choice of words, but
true). my mom was tired, and wouldnt hear anything of me not going back to my
room so she forced me to, it was the hall, or my room. hall, room, hall, room.
i didnt want either. going back into my room, there was the figure laying on
my bed. to put it shortly, i ended up seeing that it was a man, and i saw his
face, and he mouthed words to me that i couldnt make out, and went away.
On a later date, when i was about 10, i was rummaging through one of the
closets that i had realized i had never really looked in(because it was in
what is like a storage room). there were some very interesting things in it
too, old pictures of my grandpa that i had never seen before, infact i wasnt
even alive when he was, so the pictures were fun to look at.(i knew it was my
grandpa because right before my mom left to the store i asked her who the man
was) he looked so familiar at the time because i then realized it was the man
who helped my sister in earlier years. it was shocking, but not shocking
enough at the time, because i wanted to see what other things the closet
concealed within itself. i then found a velvet box with a small lock on it,
but the lock was old so it was easy to open it. after doing so i found a ring
and a necklace within the box, the same ones the sailor left behind.
i regret doing what i did next, trying on the ring at least, because the
box was then hit out of my hands by something, that wasnt there. of course i
got scared, but i couldnt move because of it, so i just stood there with my
hands over my eyes. I then heard the door to the closet slam, so as soon as
iheard that i was running to the hallway, into my room, jumped under my covers
and stayed there. during the time i could hear scuffling from the other room
and i could hear it for a few minutes. when it was over, amazing even myself,
i had the courage to go look into the room which i had previously ran out of.
the door to the closet was closed, and everything was still. i didnt want to
stay in there because i got scared again and started back to my room.
Once again, i saw my grandpa walking down the hall towards my room. he
turned around, waved again, only this time he disappeared. i havent seen him
since.
The Man
By: saneth@regent.co.za
I've had two quite disturbing visits. Herewith my side of what I feel
happened, please make up your own mind as to what it really was, I will also
welcome any correspondence re same.
I had just gotten into bed and was just in that in between state not asleep
and not awake when I heard someone working in the kitchen, I sat straight up
and everything was quite, my husband was fast asleep next to me, I got up
and checked on the children and they were both fast asleep as well. Well
thinking it's all my imagination I got back into bed. Again just as I was
falling asleep (you know that in between state not awake not asleep) I heard
someone walking in the passage, and again thought it was just my imagination
until I felt someone playing with my hair, I grabbed the blanket and pulled
it over my head and then someone or something tried to pull the blanket from
my face, in the struggle I tried to scream but no sound came out. All I
could do was scream in my head - go away! leave me alone! - It did. I'm not
sure what it was but it scared the hell out of me as I've seen stuff before
but never has there been any contact like this....
About a week ago I had almost a similar experience... I woke up to find my
little boy had crawled into bed with me and my husband, I was too tired to
get up and carry him to bed so I left him, but with him lying there my one
foot dangled down on the side of the bed... I felt a very small child/baby
playing with my foot and toes, and suddenly realized Kevin was on the bed
sleeping and my little girl in her own bed, I couldn't move and tried to
scream, but no noise as usual came out. I was screaming for my husband, the
next moment it was gone and I sat up looking around and feeling a bit
foolish (was this a dream?) I turned around to sleep and just as sleep was
coming the hand was there again holding my big toe (a small ice cold little
hand), I tried to scream again or move my foot to no avail, the next moment
I felt my husband standing on the bed and he said - Sanet come take my hand
- I reached out for his hand and as he took it I opened my eyes only to see
it wasn't him but a tall dark figure with no face, all I could do was hit
and scream and he went away.
I don't like the idea of someone/thing being able to touch me, it scares
me... now was I dreaming as I wasn't asleep but I'm not sure I was awake
either. I have never been so scared though.
The Jesus picture in the Church hall
By: leeann_sauls@msn.com
One day me and 2 of my friends were at church,church hadnt started yet,and
we were just walking trough the church hallway,,in the hallway is a picture
of Jesus smiling,it was kind of a big picture./but anyways,,me and my
friends looked at it for a while,(we were bored)..but about 5 10 mins
later,we were kinda acting up,not doin anything horrible,just goofing off in
the church hall,,,then,,5 10 mins later,,we looked at the JEsus picture
agian,,,and we Absolutly could'nt believe what we saw,,,,,Were his smile was
there was now a angry frown kinda face,everything else was The same ,but he
looked angry,and the picture constantly followed us,with his eyes,,,,we were
Freaked out ALOT!by that,so we just went on in the church and sat down,we
acted like we were suposed to and everything,and even prayed alot more than
we usually did,,,then after church,we went back in the hall,and the JEsus
Picture was Smiling agian,just as it was. ,but that was like 5 months
ago,and it has never did that any more,we dont even play around in the hall
anymore to this day.
The Ghostly Girl
By: gg2009@woking.ac.uk
Well i thought i'd tell you about my ghost story.
It happened about 10 years ago when i was about 11 years old.
Me and my cousin were playinging upstairs in our house (which was fairly
modern) whilst our parents were downstairs having a party.
It was snowing outside and we decided to go and tell our parents.
As we began to go downstairs, we noticed the door ajar in my bedroom
and decided to shut it.
As i peered into the room i saw a figure as clearly as anything sitting on
my bed.
It was a victorian girl about 8 years old. She had long blonde hair tied
in plaits and she was wearing a dark navy blue dress with a white collor and
black shiny shoes . She was crying and then all of a sudden disappeared.
We ran downstairs and told our parents but they didn't believe us.
Since then, i sometimes hear sounds of a little girl laughing and then
crying. There is also sometimes a dent at the bottom of my bed like
someone's been sitting there.
I never knew who it was until a couple of weeks ago. My Mum showed me an
old photograph of my Grandma's sister who died when she was 7 years old.
She looked exactly like the ghostly girl i had seen.
The Floating Girl
By: 99sreading@estovercollege.plymouth.sch.uk
I was once staying at my dads girlfriends house in turnchapel when I was 9
years old, I'd just had a bath and had my towel wrapped firmly around me.
I walked into the downstairs living room, as the house was only part rented
by my dad's girlfriend, and saw a strange glow of transparent light move
from the right hand side of the room to the left, it seemed to be a child,
not much older than me, a girl, with long, flowing hair, she stared at me,
then disappeared into the old bookcase.
The way she looked at me sent shivers down my spine, I stood, not moving an
inch, and was totally frozen. My dad's girlfriend came into the room from
downstairs and looked at me, "your a white as a sheet!" she said.
We both walked outside quickly to see if anyone had come or gone down the
street, we also checked out the next door pub and it was totally empty,
including the toilets, apart from the bartender, no one was there, and he
hadn't left the pub for a few hours.
A few days later, I heard some news that around 100 years previously, a
young girl, about 12 years old, had fallen down a water well down the road,
I was very shocked and stood still for several minutes.
Was this the girl that had fallen tragicaly to her death a century ago?
The Dead Among Us
By: dargo_77@hotmail.com
The story that follows is about my mom’s experiences regarding ghosts. I’ve
had some of my own but her stories are scarier because she had actually seen
some ghosts of dead people, which I have never experienced. My mom actually
has a large mole inside the skin covering her eye. If you pull down her eyelid,
you’d see it staring at you. Well, people believed that if you’ve got one
right in your eye, you have the ability to see ghosts! Well, here goes her
story.
When she was a little girl of about 7, she saw an old lady walk from their
kitchen towards the living room and into her dad’s bedroom. Innocently, she
asked her dad if he knew some old lady who was small, rounded and who looked
like this and that. My mom had never seen her before because my mom’s grandparents
lived in another city somewhere in the lowlands. He said yes and asked why
my mom had asked. My mom said that she saw her come from the kitchen, walk
towards the living room and go into his bedroom. My granddad got so upset
at my mom (perhaps frightened?) because it was his mother that she just saw
and that she had already died months ago.
Another ghost she has seen was during high school. At the campus building,
on the third floor, was the library. One late afternoon, she was browsing
some books from the shelves when she saw a black figure pass by. That time,
she was alone in that alley. She got so scared that she decided to call it
a day. After that she made sure that she wasn’t alone when she went to the
library. The old people used to say that before the school was built, there
was a hospital that stood on the same land. This was sometime after the Second
World War. Some people had died in that hospital.
One unforgettable ghost she has seen was the one of a dead bank manager.
This happened in the early 70’s when she was sent by her bank employer to
be trained in another bank branch somewhere outside the city. On the third
floor of this bank was the living quarters provided for the bank manager
of the said bank. The first and second floors served the bank’s purposes.
My mom, dad and my two sisters (I wasn’t born yet) stayed together on that
floor for the first duration of the training. During lunch, while they were
at the table having lunch, my mom noticed a black shadow walk from the kitchen
towards the balcony. It seemed that she was the only one who had seen it
because nobody reacted to the incident. So she didn’t bother to talk about
it, although it had happened more than twice already at the same time, during
lunch. Then when the wife of the Executive Vice-president of the bank came
for a visit at the branch, my mom discovered the whole truth. The lady casually
asked my mom if she was comfortable living in the third floor, for which
my mom said yes. Then she asked if she had seen any ghosts. Despite the facial
expressions and efforts that the other bank officers were showing to signal
her to hush, she kept on talking. She said that the previous bank manager
had committed suicide in his room at the third floor. He shot himself to
death. She said he was some kind of schizophrenic. He couldn’t take intrigue
and was always a paranoid, suspicious of bank employees if they were in a
group talking. He always thought that he was the subject of their conversations.
The lady showed my mom the actual bed where he died on. There were still
stains of blood on it. It was in a room that always remained locked. After
that revelation, my mom decided to shift to an apartment instead.
Another ghost she had seen was that of her mother’s cousin. This one was
unforgettable because she summoned it and it came to her. She didn’t use
an Ouija board though. She just called out her name and started talking.
But when the ghost came to her, she got too scared that all she could do
was scream at the top of her voice. During that time, the body of that dead
relative was still in a wake at the funeral home. It was just days before
when she had died. My mom wouldn’t talk about it because it is too frightening
to remember.
Well, these are the ghosts that my mom can still recall. There might have
been others. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed reading my story.
The Black Presence
By: davisr@lha3.navy.mil
Hello, I would just like to share an experience that I had while staying at
my wifes house when we had our first child. I used to work nights at the
fiberglass factory in brunswick, Maine. One day I wanted to take a nap
because I was tired, and had to go to work the next day, so I went down
stairs, got into bed, and fell asleep. Around 6pm, I awoke to an evil, black
presence that had its hand around my neck, and I could not move, so I did
what was the only thing I thought was possible to do. I lashed out at this
presence with my mind, repeating over and over again, " in jesus name be
gone". Finally after what seemed like an eternity, The presence spoke out
loud, but the words were translated not through my ears, but through my
mind, IT could speak to me in my own head! It told me that if I ever said
that name to it again, I would be sorry, and then it made me go back to
sleep. I was terrified beyond belief! I knew I should have expected
something like this, after all this house is number 13, and it has locked me
out numerous times in the past, it has thrown bottles at me, it has made a
white apparition appear to me, and it has also taken control of my wifes
dreams before. Well, I ran upstairs, and told my in laws about it, and it
was dismissed for a while, until my son started saying hi to the man in the
hallway, kitchen and bedroom, and he will not sleep alone in my wifes room.
Now we live in San Diego, and my son is convinced that there are monsters in
his bedroom, but you know, he just learned a new word, and I guess he'll
keep talking about it till it gets old, or will he?
Sulfur River Bottoms
By: Lookinfermusic@aol.com
Hi love your site.
This story was told to me when I was young(around)16yrs old I am now 33.
The area I live in has its share of legends everything from the fouke monster
To the devil himself. It all started with a lady who practiced the black arts
she would sit in her cabin and communicate with spirits of all kinds(good & evil) Now
her cabin was near a small lake in a very secluded area and it was said that
she spoke to the devil every day.Now as the years wore on she had kids
and always warned her kids to stay away from the cabin,but time caught
up with her and she passed
away. Her oldest son who we will call joe was an avid outdoorsman and after several
years he decided to use the cabin as a deer camp.His first night was his last. When
he got there the first two hours were uneventful,but before long he began to here
voices out on the front porch,he walked over to a window to look out on the porch and
all fell quiet,he tunred and walked away and the voices came back but this
time footsteps came along with the voices,again he tured and walked to the
window and to his shock there was two little black boys on his porch
the only problem was he could
see right through them.He stood at the window not beliveing his own eyes but what
really shocked him was when the boys turned and spoke to him.They warned him
to leave right away that it was coming,dumbfounded he said who`s coming.They
said we dare not speak his name.The sun was starting to set outside and the
two boys turned and walked away from the window and vanished in front of Joes
eyes.After thinking for a while about leaving Joe decided to stay.About an
hour after dark everything got real quite outside and a slight noise could be
heard outside like wood snaping almost like
someone was runing through the woods.Then the boys were back on the porch
screaming for joe to run and banging on the windows,and then they were gone
again and all hell broke lose a deep growl-scream came from outside and
something hit the cabin with such force that dust flew lose from the walls
and cellings.Joe bolted for the door to look it and just barley made it when
whatever was outside hit the door.It hit the door with such force that it
bowed at the top and bottom but the nob held,this went on non stop untill an
hour from day break and it stopped beating the house and
just left all was quite. joe waited until it was good and daylight and then
left the house thankful to be alive,and vowed to never go back.
Shared Experience
By: earhox@hotmail.com
I have submitted a couple of stories here, but this is the only experience
that was shared with another person. When you experience something like
this with someone else it makes you realize that there is really something
going on.
This happened in a small town in northern Michigan. My boyfriend at the
time was staying with his father in a run down trailor next to a gravel pit.
The trailor had an addition built onto it which served as the living room.
One evening in the middle of summer I went to the trailor to meet my
boyfriend after work. No one was home when I got their, so I went in and
waited in the living room for my boyfriend to get home. I never felt
comfortable there to begin with. It was getting dark outside and for no
apparent reason I was getting uneasy. I felt like I wasn't alone. I began
to feel like I was in real danger. Why,I don't know. I lived in a small
communitee where nothing bad really happened. Yet here I was sitting in a
trailor at twilight so scared I felt like I was going to be sick. The only
thing I could do to improve my situation was go outside and wait on the
steps.
I was greatly relieved when my boyfriend pulled into the driveway. The
fright I experienced was temporarily forgotten. Well, being healthy
teenagers left unsupervised, we went into my boyfriend's room and started
messing around a bit. After about an hour we were stopped in our tracks by
the sound of his father coming into the trailor. We heard heavy footsteps
coming up the metal steps and the squeaky door opening and shutting. We
both jumped up and went out into the kitchen which was located between the
bedroom and the front door of the trailor. All the while we could hear what
sounded like my boyfriend's father moving around in the little kitchen. He
was pretty hip so we weren't too worried about getting into trouble for
being alone in his room.
When we got to the kitchen the sounds stopped and we realized no one was
there at all. His father was not home, but we had both heard the same
thing.
Needless to say all messing around stopped that night. We sat in the
addition talking until his dad really got home about a half an hour later.
We told him what we had heard and amazingly enough he told us that he had
heard the same thing on numerous occasions. He even kept a knife in the
drawer next to his bed because he was awakened many times by the sound of
someone entering the trailor and moving around in the kitchen. He was
relieved that we had also heard it as he thought he might be losing his
mind.
Shortly after they moved out, the trailor was removed and the addition was
torn down. I thought it ironic that of all things to be built on the site,
a church was erected. I wonder if they have any unwelcomed visitors after
dark.
Richmond Virginia
By: greg.crawford@choosechoice.com
While growing up we lived in a haunted house and several things happened
constantly. Like unexplainable lights in light tight rooms, things moving
across dressers, doors and windows opening and closing...things like that
were usual and growing up with that made me somewhat calmer than most (but
of course it still effected me in that skin crawling way). However, after
graduation I moved here to Richmond, VA and for over 15 years I have
experienced nothing. Yes, I know people that have claimed they have a ghost
in their houses, but very few of those stories are true (actually, I believe
just one is). Last year I bought my first house and instantly fell in love
with the place. A few weeks after I moved in something strange happened.
While washing dishes one day I overheard a couple voices talking on my back
porch and walking towards the door. Confused and a bit upset that someone
would be so bold as to approach my open back door uninvited I went straight
too the door immediately to find no one on the porch, in the yard, in either
neighbors yard...nobody nowhere and I just brushed it off as just me hearing
things, but that wasn't the only thing that happened. Small things started
happening, like sandwich bags that were once in the cupboard ending up in
the refrigerator. Coming home and noticing the soap in the soap dish but
balanced on its side. Even while trying I couldn't accomplish that. One
night while tossing a turning trying to fall asleep I kicked something as
solid as my head board and flipped over to find nothing. Ironically,
Halloween 2002 instead of going out to the usual Halloween party I stayed
home to do a few things and heard someone say "hey" in the next room. I know
it was the next room because all the windows and doors closed and locked and
the clarity was frightening to the point that I had to leave for a while
just to gather myself. I'm not sure exactly what's going on there but
something is.
Red Eyes
By: mark.webster0@ntlworld.com
This may sound like rubbish but you cant call it rubbish unless you`ve ever
been to our cadet unit. There is a ghost named Percy and a ghost called red
eyes. Percy's story is that he fell on to a pitch fork and died because our
unit used to be a barn. The story of red eye`s death is that she was killed
in a fire in the hay loft of the barn. A while back in like 1989 there was
another fire but at the time it was a
cadet unit everyone was asleep cause it was a sleepover and Percy started
banging pots and pans in the kitchen and everyone got out safely. If any
changes go on in the unit Percy will disappear for a certain amount of time,
if there is a picture on the wall that he doesn't like or doesn't like the
place where it is he will knock it off the wall. Everyone believes he is
here to look after the unit. Red eyes is a quiet an turns up every year on
the apparent day she died and sits in the corner and cries with her red eyes
glowing that how she got her name. You can hear noises if you sleepover
like the band instruments playing balls getting hit against the wall down
stairs when everyones asleep upstairs you also hear loud bangs randomly.
Read
By: saxaphone_queen@msn.com
I've been been haunted by ghosts almost all my life some times I even see
white figures, they slam doors, and I could go on for a long time one time
I was playing in by yard and I saw something white running through the forest
and I realized I have seen it many times in my room she cries I think she
is bound to earth for ever and she is crying because she misses someone who
is not bound to earth then I moved and we are being haunted by a 8 year old
girl named Anny, I know this info because she wrote it down, I didn't see
her write it but I saw the letter and it was really fancy, old fashion she
was murdered(I think).
Hauntings of a Private Residence
By: missyap77@hotmail.com only!
Hello my name is Tiffany. The house I am about to tell you about is in Cypress,CA
(4543 Rainier Dr.) I am also a medium ( it runs on the females side)
. This house has had spirits roaming in it since I was living there (1980).
TO MAKE A LONG STORY SHORT...this house use to have both negative and positive
entities in it. So you can imagine all the activity in there. Nothing threatening
(yet). When I was a kind I saw at night spirits roaming the house( I thought
this was normally till I got older to understand who they are whether its
good or bad). Some would play on the stairs and making noises, toilets flushing,
images come out of mirrors, doors opening, smell of bad bodly odors, smell
of roses, evil looking hooded (their head looked like a rain drop shape)
with glowing slanted eyes, when you have to use the rest room at night and
you lock the door the unlock it while sitting on the toilet(that was
annoying) , taking a shower and feeling someone watching. and thats just
some of the events that happenned through out 20 years. Then when my father
left us in 1992 then for some reasons you started to feel alot of negative
spirits around. At night I can feel them staring at me , breathing down my
neck. For how many years I had to sleep with the light on and trying to do
so many things to get rid of it even having a priest bless the house, but
it really didn't work. I felt like I was loosing my mind(imagine not sleeping
at all and if so having only 3 hours the most because your scared ). Well
what ever it was it made its self know at 12:30am - 4:00am always. You can
hear activity like as if someone is rattling the trees and leaves in the
back yard, some big entity running down the hallway as well as the stairs,
walls and ceiling crackling, candle holders exploding if candles are lit
(metal or glass),feeling not safe at all but threaten, hear voices in your
pillows you sleep on (at one point I mad me insane). and I will never forget
this one at certain times in the month I would feel when i am half awake
and half a sleep someone touching me where the shouldn't , which is
considered sexual harresment. Not to mention the evil entity
preys on the weakest and most vunreable person in that house and likes to
posses them when ever they want, sometimes they end up in the hospital with
a stroke or something bad would happen in there sleep. I had
to move out becasue I couldn't take it anymore. I felt bad leaving my grandparents
there alone with what ever is in that house. They would scare my grandmother
to where she had a stroke and as of today she's has to be hopitalize (she
now has problems with coming to sense with reality). I really hate that house
for what ever it stands for and I really feel sorry to whomever lives in
that house. That house is nothing but bad and evil.
Personal Experiences
By: lane@softwareasylumtoo.com
I'm not going to waste your time or mine with any made-up
fairy tale or campfire story. I've seen and felt things that don't fall into
common scientific categories. I'm a perfectly happy, healthy, sane man that
happens to notice things other people don't.
I first became aware of the difference at an early age.
Usually it happened when I walked into an old building. I'd get a flash...nothing
as vivid as a picture or anything, it was more like an electric jolt directly
to my brain. There was never any pain with these flashes and I never recieved
any details. It was just a jolt.
When this first started, I wasn't a believer. I grew up
in the south, to a large family of southern baptists. If it wasn't in the
bible, it just wasn't real.
As I got older, these flashes came more frequently. I
knew something wasn't right and I knew how restrictive my religion was, so
I gave it up. I needed something to fill the hole created by an absense of
religion, so I became somewhat of a theologist. I studied most of the commonly
recognized religions and even a few of the more obscure ones. None of these
made me happy so I just started following my heart.
My first and most frightening experience occurred in November
of 1996. I was 17 at the time and preparing myself for departure to Ft. Jackson,
SC. the following spring. I joined the US Army the summer before in the delayed
entry program.
Part of my training was hiking in the forest across the
road from my house. As I mentioned, I grew up a country boy. I lived on an
oil topped road and my house was surrounded by forest. I enjoyed hiking and
I did it almost every day.
On this particular day, I left my front yard at noon.
I had a strange feeling before I even started my walk, and things got worse
as the day progressed. I don't know how it happened, but it took me 4 hours
to cross this road (about 10 feet across). At the time, this didn't register.
I continued on.
This particular forst is surrounded by a ring of pine
trees, varying from 200 to 1000 yards deep. The trees are tall and crowded,
and very sick looking. As I entered this ring, the trees screamed. It wasn't
an audible sound, more of a feeling. I couldn't tell if they were screaming
at me, or warning me away, and I'm still not sure to this day because I've
never gone back. Once again, it didn't register so I kept walking.
I left the ring of trees and noticed that it was almost
dark. This is strange because I had only walked about 500 yards and I left
my house at noon. For some reason I kept walking deeper into the woods. I
noticed the sound of footsteps in the fallen leaves behind me, but it wasn't
as if they had just started. It was more like they had been in the back of
my mind for a while, but they just gradually faded into my conciousness.
I turned around to see who was following me, but no one was there. Then I
noticed the leaves moving in a pattern, falling into footstep shapes and
coming towards me. I blacked out.
I woke up in the middle of the ring of pines. It was already
pitch black and cold. I was kneeling in front of a small pile of black rocks,
completely naked and crying. These rocks were obviously unnatural for 2 reasons.
First of all, there's not any black rocks in east Texas. It's all flint,
sandstone, and a little quartz. The rocks there are all red or white. The
other strange thing is that even though it was late at night and so dark
I couldn't see my hands in front of my face, I could plainly see these rocks.
They weren't glowing, just very visible. As soon as I got a glimpse of my
surroundings, I blacked out again.
I woke up shortly after dawn. At this point, I wasn't
afraid anymore, and I don't remember seeing the rocks at all. I was (I think)
in the same clearing. I have no idea how I got there because I had to fight
my way out through the trees. They grew about 10 inches apart in most places,
and closer in some. I walked out of the woods feeling like nothing had happened,
and realized that I was at the far end from where I started. These woods
are about 150 acres or so, so that put me several miles from home. I took
off down the road, and made it almost all the way home before I was picked
up by a police car. Someone had reported a naked man walking in the ditch.
I don't remember being questioned or anything, and I was never contacted
by the police. Nothing ever came of it.
I've got time to write about one more experience, and I'll send more later if you're interested.
It took place in the spring of 1999, on Barton Field at
Ft. Gordon, GA. I had already completed BASIC training in the Army, and I
was just beginning my specialized training. This field is where we did PT,
ran, and did a few of the outdoor lessons. It's about the size of 5 football
fields side by side, and surrounded by a jogging trail.
I woke up that morning feeling very strange. I'd just
had a bad breakup with a woman at a party the night before, and I went to
bed in a very bad mood. When I got out of bed, I was in (as my wife calls
it) "God Mode". I just had this overwhelming sense of peace. Colors, smells,
and feelings were all brighter and much more vivid than I've ever experienced.
I just knew the day was going to be perfect. I couldn't talk to anyone because
I was too interested in listening to their voices and looking at the threads
in their clothes. This wasn't a good state to be in for a soldier in training,
so I walked out to the field to be alone for a while.
As I said, I was looking at everything like I was seeing
it for the first time, and I was in a corner of the field. I noticed a "dust
devil" on the opposite corner from where I was sitting. I'm not sure if you
are familiar with a dust devil. It's a miniature tornado, usually only a
few feet tall, that occurs when the ground is heated by the sun to a much
higher temperature than the surrounding air.
This particular dust devil was moving down the field on
the far side from where I was sitting. Just before it got directly across
from me, I KNEW it was going to change direction and touch me. Sure enough,
it got directly across from me, did a 90 degree turn, and landed on top of
me. It hovered on me for about 2 minutes, and then continued on down the
field. The happiness I felt when it was over me can only be described as
orgasmic. I've never had such an intense feeling of joy. To those that believe
in a god, it would be almost the same as actually meeting him face-to-face
and shaking his hand.
When the dust devil left, the feeling didn't. I spent
that day playing with the wind, riding it, making it do what I wanted. This
carried over to clouds, and even to thunderstorms.
On one particular day, there wasn't a cloud in the sky,
and no rain in the forecast. I wanted rain, so I made it happen. There was
no "magic" or anything involved. I simply wanted it, and I got it.
This experience is what opened me up to strange things.
Since then I've seen many spirits, ghosts, whatever you want to call them.
Some are good and some are bad, but I can and have fought the evil ones,
and so far I haven't lost. It's come close a few times but I always come
out on top.
As I said, I'm not exactly a religious man. I follow my
heart. To me religion is just a focus. That's how catholics performed excorsisms.
It comes down to belief. If you can control your mind, you can see, help,
and do battle with these things.
I know this doesn't exactly follow the scientific aspect
of paranormal research because I have no proof. I don't have pictures, tapes,
or items. All I have is what's in my head, but to me that is VERY real. This
letter is just an account of one person's experiences. As I said, if you
want to know more, just let me know. None of my stories are backed by hard
copy proof but I assure you they are real.
If you do want to know more, email me at lane@softwareasylumtoo
and I will be happy to send a few more. I've got alot, both good and bad.
Anyway, thanks for taking the time to read this. It's
good to know that people take the time to research and post their results
and findings, and that average people are open minded enough to talk about
this sort of thing. I love your page and I check almost every day for new
articles.
Old Supreme Court room in TN Capitol Building
By: reggieroberson@hotmail.com
My cousin Ed and I went to the Capitol Building in Nashville, TN. We
were looking from room to room on the first floor. We entered the old
supreme court chamber. When we walked in something came all around
me. It seemed friendly. I asked Ed if he could feel something
cool, as in a blast of cool air. He said no. I asked him to touch
me and see if I felt cool. He touched me and he said he didn't notice
a change in temperature. I told him that the feeling of something else
being there was very strong. I told him that I have felt something
similar before, but not this strong. When we left the room, the feeling
went away. He told me to look around the rest of the capitol and then
come back to the old court chamber to see if the same thing would happen
again. When we came back to the room about an hour later I stepped
in and the same feeling came back, which was not felt in any other room visited.
I am 57 years old. I've been doing geneology for the last 3 years and
I have had similar feelings in other places where I have tracked down relatives,
but never this strong. When I was younger I had some similar feelings
as well, but again, they were not as strong.
Do you know if anyone has ever had a similar experience in the old supreme court chamber of the Capitol building in Tennese?
I will be going back to Tennese and Kentucky in a few months to continue
with my geneaology research. I am very curious to see if this feeling
occurs again.
Nanna
By: vikki_x_@hotmail.com
I have read a majority of the stories on this website and feel the need to
share my story with you. It is not particularly scary, but a 'haunting'
nonetheless.
All my life I have believed in spirits and when I was younger I was
terrified of such things (as well as Vampires and monsters). However,
experiences have taught me otherwise.
The women on my mother's side of the family have always been succeptable
to 'visitations', particularly my mum and nanna. I had always been close to
my nanna and was absolutely distraught when she was taken into hospital with
bronchitus. Anyway, one night whilst she was very ill I had a dream. It
wasn't an unusual dream in the term of events but I felt warm and
comfortable all night, similar to when you are a child and your mother
cradles you all night. The next morning I had to get up early for a school
trip to do some grave rubbings (how ironic, I find on reflection). My mum
was up and she told me that at about 7am her bedside phone rang. She picked
it up and said, "Hello?" but heard nothing. Not even the dial tone. She hung
up and dialed 1471 (the British equivalent to *69, but it was the previous
night's number. After she had told me this, the phone rang again. After she
had replaced the receiver my mum, with tears in her eyes, explained that my
nanna had passed away at 7am. Naturally we were all very upset.
The day before the funeral, we went to the chapel of rest to pay our last
respects. That night I had a dream with the same emotions as the previous
one. But this time, the events were more profound. I dreamt that I was stood
at the back of a church and at the alter a coffin was laid out. The sun was
streaming in through the stained glass window, giving the impression that
the interior of the building was glowing white and yellow. I approached the
coffin and lay inside was my nanna. Then I woke up. I recalled my dream to
my mum and she said that she had exactly the same dream, down to the last
detail. Now, my nanna always said that if any of her children didn't go to
pay her a final visit in the chapel of rest then she would haunt them and
let them know that she was aware of this. At the funeral, my Auntie Eunice
and my Auntie June informed my mother that all night they didn't get a wink
of sleep as the were uncomfortable, cold and the doors in their houses were
slamming all night long! When I heard this I got shivers down my spine! My
nanna was a determined woman and it proves that even death can't stop her!
A final note: my nanna protects me when needed. I was working one day
when I felt a hand on my shoulder. After turning round and discovering that
no one was there I had an overwhelming urge to be extra careful when
crossing the road. I thought about this all day, and just 'knew' that my
nanna had given me the warning. I can't explain it, I just knew. After work
, I went on my way to the bus stop. I must have had a momentary lapse of
concentration because I forgot the warning. I stepped into the road and was
nearly mowed down by a speeding red car. I say nearly because as I put my
foot out, I felt a 'force' pushing my back onto the pavement. What makes it
extra weird is that the next day I saw my best friend, Richard (who I had
not seen on the day of the 'warning') and he told me that he had a dream (he
is not one to remember his dreams often unless they are significant) where I
was run over and killed by a speeding red car on the road where I stepped
out! I just thank my nanna for looking out for me because even though I want
to see her again some day, I'm not ready yet!
My Visit to Kellers Chapel
By: BridgetteBaby16@netscape.net
Me, My Mom, and my step Dad live in Jonesboro and me and my mom
have always heard things about kellers chapel, well we all 3 decided to go
there and see if tha tell's were true, we pulled up and i felt this
very weird feeling like it was a bad idea to go there, then we parked
infront of the chapel turned the truck off turned and looked at the
graves to the left of us walking arcoss one of the tomb stones was
a little girl wearing a white gown then we started screaming and telling
my step-dad to Go!!!!!!!! then we saw red bright dots or circle like objects
floating above the graves! my step-dad tried starting the truck and
we wasnt going nowhere, it felt like something was on top of the truck holding
it down we started screaming more then whatever was holding the
truck down let off and we hauld our butt's back to our house, there
at our house for about 1 month or so we heard very weird things , the toilite
lid would close by its self and we'd hear walking
in the bedrooms while we was up stairs
My Life Surrounded by Ghosts
By: tommys_sweet_little_angel_2002@yahoo.ca
It all started when I was a kid. I was about 7 or 8 years old when in the
middle of the night, I saw two shadows on my closet door. I didn't pay any
attention to it at first and fell back to sleep. A few hours later, the shadows
were still there. I started to freak out so I decided to get up and try to
find out where they were coming. I thought they were coming from the window
so I took a look to see if there was something outside : NOTHING. I started
to freak out so I ran and I jumped back in my bed. That was the only night
I saw them.
Several years after this first experience, some weird things started to happen
in the house. Lights that would open up by themselves, curtains would move
for no reasons, tv's & stereo would be turned on in the middle of the
night. But this only lasted for a few months.
Then, when I was 25, I tried to commit suicide. After being there for 2 days,
they finally authorized me to go outside to smoke a cigarette. While I was
smoking, I was hearing this old lady talking with a paramedic. Minutes later,
she came towards me and asked me what I was doing here. I told her that I
tried to commit suicide. This is when she started to talk about her grand
daughter. She told me that her grand daughter killed herself because she
had a broken heart. Then she stopped talking and she looked at me and ask
: Why did you want to kill yourself? I look at her with a little smile and
I said "Same reason as your grand daughter". She look at me with big eyes
and she said : "No, don't do that. It's not worth it". Then, she told me
that her grand daughter was 25 years old. She look at me and asked me how
old I was. I answered 25. She started to laugh. She said that she was really
sad about losing her grand daughter and that life is worth living.
Before she decided to leave, she told me that she would pray for me so that
nothing bad could happen to me. She gave me a hug and she started to step
away. I finally decided to ask her what was the name of her grand daugher.
She smiled and said "NATALY". This is when I started to freak out because
my name is also Nataly.
The next day, the hospital told me that I could go home. This is when I decided
to go and see the old lady that I talked to the day before. When I got to
her bed, nobody was there. A nurse passed by so I asked her if an old lady
slept in this bed. She looked at me and said "No". I started to give her
the old lady's description and the nurse told me "Nobody with this description
slept in this bed. The patient that slept in this bed just left a few minutes
ago and it was a man". I started to freak out and I was wondering what was
going on. Was that a sign or a messenger? I didn't know and I still don't
know today.
A few months later, I got in again for another suicide attempt but this one
was almost fatal. I almost died on that day. One night that I was sleeping,
there was a chair beside my bed and this is when I saw someone. I didn't
see a human being but it looked like mist. I did feel a presence but I couldn't
tell who it was. Maybe it was someone that I know. This person was here for
a reason : TO PROTECT ME. I still think about this today and it gives me
chills. I guess I would never be able to say or know who was sitting in this
chair. I never told anybody about this because I always think that people
can think that I'm crazy or something.
Some other weird things happened since that day but less than before. It
seems like everything cooled down a little. Since the 2 days that weird things
happened while I was at the hospital, you can be sure that suicide is completely
off of my mind. I'm living my life to the fullest and enjoying every minute
of it ....................
My Husbands Great Uncle
By: BadHdGrl@aol.com
My husbands great uncle passed away shortly before we were married. In his
will he left his house to my mother-in-law. Now this uncle was a pack rat,
when we went to clean the house out we found newspapers that were over 10
years old. This man kept everything!. In his bathroom there were so many
papers stacked in there, you couldn't even get to the shower.We even found
pay checks this man had never even cashed. We spent about 4 months cleaning
and restoring the house, and then my husband and i moved in.
Everything was quiet for the first 2 or 3 months. After that I noticed that
when I was home alone doing dishes, I would feel someone walk up behind me
and slip their arm around me or tap me on the shoulder. Of course no one
was ever there. I would have the vaccuum in one room and be in another and
it would turn on. This happened several times a week. My husband would joke
that it was his great uncle checkin up on the house. And we would just laugh
it off.
We had a small group of friends over one weekend and we were all in the kitchen
sitting around the table. The front door had a window that was aprrox. 3
inches wide and 18 inches long. I was facing the door and i noticed someone
lookin in the window. I said something to my husband who just laughed at
me and kept on talking to his friends. But every time I looked at the window
the face was there. After about a half hour my husband finally said describe
this person to me. I went into detail about the face, glasses, hair......and
my husband went pale!!..He then tells me I had just described his great uncle
to a T! Keep in mind I had never met this man or seen a picture of him in
my life! After i explained him, the "person" in the window waved to me and
disappeared.He had a huge smile on his face like he was happy or content
with what he saw/. The next day we went to my mother in laws house
and she showed me a picture and sure enough it was him I had saw the night
before. Maybe he was just checkin on the house since all the little practical
jokes stopped then.
My husband and I split up about 2 years after this but he continued to live
in the house without incident. He would get our daughters every other weekend.
On Thanksgiving day that house burnt while my ex husband and 2 daughters
were at their grandparents having dinner. The fireman I spoke to told me
that the fire had smoldered all night and that my daughters were only out
of the house for a matter of a half hour before it erupted in flames. It
makes you wonder if the Uncle was watching over them that night. I was told
by the fireman that if they would have been in the house, due to the location
of the fire, they would not have survived. So in my heart i thank the mysterious
uncle i met in the window for saving my daughters and my ex husband that
night.
My First Ghost Experience
By: attitude24@hotmail.com
I've read over almost the entire site of Shadowlands. And i must tell you,
i find it fasinating. Although my experiences with the ghostly kind have
not always been good. And to prove this(and explain it) I shall explain myself
to help you understand.
My name is Diana, i'm a simple Canadian girl who grew up in a big city. For
a child of that stature i fell into the grips of fear. Of what? Well, the
unknown. Death. UFO's. Ghosts, etc. When i was 5, i moved into a new home.
I got a cute puppy and i had a 'family'. But what i didn't realise then,
was that my puppy and my 'family' weren't the only ones in that house. At
the time of course i didn't know why i didn't want to be in rooms by myself.
Or be left alone. When i was 14 years old i came across my faith, for before
i had no idea it existed. I never read ghost storys and if they were read
to me i'd say "HEY! SHUT UP!". But when i was 14 thats when...things...started
to happen.
I sat with my door closed and the television on in my room, the lights off.
And i'd forget about the television even playing my favorite shows. My eyes
would stray to the right, i'd see this Dark cloud of shadows that never quite
formed a body. They must have been as tall as my brother (Who at the time
was 6'4). I'd just stare, and stare. And of course i'd never see any more
except for this cloud of shadow that stood right beside the television. In
the light of it! At first i was just a bit unerved by it. But never affraid.
Days later i'd go down stairs and do laundry. But i refused to go by myself.
It made me affraid, i was so nervous! I couldn't go! Not by myself! The basement
had light and windows of course but there was something there i just couldn't
see. I feared it. Weeks later, i had put a box of my best friends notes to
me(because i read them) on my night stand which was about a foot from my
bed. I slept with the door open and the light on (for at that't just do this,
i wouldn't do this. I didn't wake up at all during the night. After getting
everything cleaned up. And me getting back my sanity. I chose to sleep again
in my room. And thats when these nightmares started. They were horrifying.
I'd wake up during the night and be screaming because of them. The feelings
got so strong, i nearily fainted coming even close to my room. I didn't dare
go downstairs. I saught conscil with a wiccan friend of mine. She was supporting
but concerned. Finally, after having some research done on what to do about
it. I dealt with it. And it was forced to leave. And ever since that experience
or the event(s). I've become sensitive to spirits. My feelings come and go
with the spirits, though now i understand them a little more. Sometimes still
afraid, but i understand more. And as well i understand myself. I know now
that what happens to me when something comes near me is 'normal' (for me
at least) and its made me stronger. In the way that i can protect myself.
Anyway. I have only a few more storys other then this. And i'd like to share more of them.
My Experience
By: reggaerat79@hotmail.com
I read Dave Juliano's personal story and it reminded me of my very first
experience. There was mention of a '7 foot tall man- shaped black figure'
which is the one common thing with my story.
At the age of about 12 i went to bed one night. i slept on the same wall as
the door. Next to the door was the dresser and then my bed. I remember
hearing something in the kitchen (which now i believe may have just been the
dishes shifting), that made me look towards the door. i don't remember if i
had closed the door or not, but now it was slightly open and i could make
out a tall black human shaped 'shadow'. At seeing the figure in the door
way, i turned over in my bed to face the wall which was to my right. i
wanted to scream or pound on the wall (my parents bedroom was next door),
but i couldn't seem to bring myself to do it. I flipped back onto my back
and looked over at the door. It was opened all the way now and he was
standing in the room. He had something that looked like a machete in his
left hand that he began to swing up and down up and down as he started
towards me. i pulled the covers over my head. Again, i did not scream.
When i did not feel any pain, i pulled the covers down so that only my eyes
showed. He was standing next to my bed and was looking from me to the
closet repeatedly, with the machete over his head. Finally he lowered the
weapon and with one hand on his right leg he walked to the closet, dragging
the right leg. I don't know if you can picture that, but to a 12 year old,
that was very scary. i tried to stay up as late as i could to see if he
came out, but i ended up falling asleep. I call him the black man. nobody
in my family realy believes that i see and sense things, but that was the
beginning.
That happened when i lived in FL. in '92 i moved to Panama (central
america) and that's when more things started to happen.
One day i went to take a nap and i felt the bed press in beside me, as if
someone had just sat down. I opened my eyes and found no one. Thinking i
had just only imagined it, i closed my eyes again, and again the bed dented
in. I got up and looked in the closet and under my bed, thinking it was my
sister or brother messing with me. i opened my door and asked my family
members if they had just been in the room and everyone told me no, so i went
back to bed. When it happened again, i just got up adn out of the room. my
family thought i was just hallucinating, but when a few days later my
grandfather had a stroke, my mom told me that maybe it was my grandmother
coming to me to let me know that he would be ok.
Sometimes i would hear my name when no one was calling me, or feel someone
pushing my back and find that no one was behind me.
One time, still in Panama, but in a different house, when i went to bed, I
heard the door creak open. The weird thing? It was closed and it had not
been opened and closed. anyway, i heard breathing coming from the door. it
was steady and i was not scared. I fell asleep to the sound.
There were other incidents that i can't remember, but now i am back in FL,
in the same house that i saw the Black Man in. I saw one time when i was
laying on the couch a shadow in the hall that only showed it's head, like
peeking around a corner to see what i was doing. i was home alone.
The last incident that occured, i was not alone. I was sitting in this very
spot on this computer with my boyfriend when i heard breathing. I asked him
if he heard it too, but he said no. i couldn't understand how he couldn't
hear it, it was loud, but after a few minutes he told me to turn off the
computer and we left the room. A year or so later my boyfriend asked me if
i remembered that day that i asked him if he had heard the breathing. i told
him i remembered and he said he had, but didn't say so then, cuz he was
scared and he didn't want me to get scared.
That was the last incident. It's been three years and nothing more has
happened.
My Dreams
By: amytom@crosstel.net
I have a story for you. It's not a haunting really but it scared
the hell out of me. Before i get into the story let me give you a little
background. All of my life I have had unusual dreams. I have
dreamed of pets and friends that have died and I could swear that I could
feel myself petting my pets and could swear that my friends were alive still.
When I was in the sixth grade I was diagnosed with a birth defect that almost
killed me. As a result I get very severe and dangerous kidney and bladder
infections but for the most part am very healthy. I rarely have problems
with my kidney. When I was 12 my parents divorced and my dreams got
worse. I have terrifying dreams about all types of things and have
actually had dreams that have come true later. I got married and had
two kids. My husband was military and we were statiioned at Fort Sill
in Lawton, Oklahoma. My children were 3 and1 at the time. I thought
that I was awake one night and saw that my son was in between my husband
and i. He was looking in the corner so I turned to see what he was
looking at. What I saw was a man in a striped shirt and jeans with
dark hair but i couldn't see his face. The hair on my arms stood up
and I turned to wake my husband up when the person ran to my side of the
bed. I woke up with a start and looked at the corner but nothing was
there. But I could feel evil. I eventually went back to sleep
and thought I woke up again to see him there again. I turned
to wake my husband again and it ran to my side of the bed again and this
time it grabbed me on my bad kidney side. It felt like he was pinching
me and like fire was shooting out of his fingers into my body. I couldn't
breathe but I eventually was able to tak in a breath and scream which woke
my husband up and he in turn woke me up. The next morning we took a
3 1/2 hour trip to my in-laws house. I felt fine when we left but as
the day wore on I started hurtin in my kidney and felt like something was
following us.. It got worse at my in-laws and we finally had to leave
and go to the hospital. When we got there I had a severe infection
which would have caused problems if i had not seen to it. Since I have
had problem with my kidneys since I was young I know about when I am getting
sick. I was fine until my dream. I used to be bothered by it
but now I know how to live with it. I know if I feel evil around me
in my dreams to check mineand my families health and well being. I
have had many more interesting dreams that I have written down and will tell
you about in another e-mail. I would love to hear that I am not the
only person having these dreams.
Maybe Its Just Me or Maybe Not
By: LATINA2092003@aol.com
We have lived in an apartment complex for about 8 months. As i would put
my child asleep (child bed was in the back corner of the room)
i would lie there and sing her to sleep, i would hear footsteps ((on
the rug)) coming throu the door way and into the room and suddently stop
in the middle of the room. I was facing the wall and as i turned around i
had seen no one there , and as i glanced at the door , it was shut..
Ive had many experiences..about 3-4 times, Ive told my husband about it and
he thought i was a lil crazy....Until he heard the footsteps also,
it only occurs in my child's room and sometime in the living room area. I
was really scared to live there. Ive got some advice from a neighbor whom
had the same experiences and he had, had his grandfather ((Indian Medicin
man)) come to his apartment and perform a ritual to drive the ghost
away.. He told me to open the door of the apt and spinkle "sage"around the
area and request that the ghost leave the premises..I thought it was a lil
foolish. The last time I experienced the footsteps again ((child room)) I
stood in the middle of the room and said out loud that this was my apartment
now, and that the ghost would be better off with God, and that God was waiting
for him to come to him in heaven...ever since that day ive had one experience,
but no by me..It was early morning and my mother in law was sleepin
in the living room area, she heard some sounds from the kitchen as if someone
was going throu our cupboards rattling things around..As she got up to see
about it...It immedialy stoped, she looked into the kitchen and found nothing..she
thought nothing of it..(might of been neighbors) then she went back to lie
down to get back to sleep she heard it again and heard the same thing..and
as she got up to see i was gone like before..nothing has really moved but
my child's room is very cold all the time..all the rooms will be heated except
for that one..I dont know if its just jetters but in my mind i know It was
a ghost
Just Hanging Around
By: missbubsey1@hotmail.com
My story is from when i was just 9 im 14 now and can still remember the moment
it happened. It was august and we had not long come off holiday my dad was
fixing the sink ( my aunty who was house sitting broke it ) and my brother
and i were told to go and play with friends we went out and walked to our
best friends house. Judy our best friend said he was to scared because he
had heard wailing and crying all night he said it had come from the house
across the road not believing crys could travel that far we told him we would
investigate. My brother and i jumped the fence and walked towards the house
because no one had lived in this house for years the walls had crumbled and
ivy was snaking its way up the door. i pulled the ivy back and there was
a note on the door i pulled it off and there was one word on it ' why ' pondering
over this we turned to gto just when we got to by the fence my brother stopped
in his trac had happened to the lady who had once live across from them and
she told us that it was august1942 when her husband was called up to go in
to the british army the lady waited for a year to see him again but every
time other soilders came to visit their families he nevr showed up. judy's
mum told usshe had a letter not long after that her husband had died in battle
and i told her what had happened. Today my brother and i shiver when we have
to walk past the house, Judy had moved and there was no more sightings of
the lady who was just HANGING around.
I Have a Ghost Story to Submit
By: KCKBOXER@aol.com
Many years ago, I used to work in a local Bed & Breakfast. Back in the day,
it was built and owned by a wealthy man who built the mansion for his wife.
I don't know too much about him, other than he worked for the Railroad.
After he and his family died off, the mansion was up for sale, and was then
taken over by a man who turned it into a Social Club. When the Club closed
down, it was bought by a private owner, restored to it's original
Victorian-style, and was converted into a very cozy Bed & Breakfast.
Upon being hired there, I was informed that the dwelling was haunted. I had
never had experiences with ghosts before, so, like the usual skeptic, I
nodded.
After I had worked there for roughly a week, I was out back in the grande
courtyard. I was sitting alone, admiring the house in the warm of the
summertime.
I glanced up at a bathroom window, and I swore I saw a shadowy figure there.
The innkeeper and the other help came outside to see what I had saw.
Two of the workers went inside the dwelling (no one had checked into that B&B
that evening) and to the bathroom. When they came back, they said they heard
a few bump noises in there.
The innkeeper said that the spirits there were restless and that we needed to
burn sage to "quiet their activity." So, as we went around, burning the
incense of sage, turning off every light as we did so, we ventured into the
B&B. I of course, had a towel over my face the entire time. (Hey, I was
okay to hear them, but I didn't want to risk seeing them!)
Anyhow, we went from room to room and performed this activity. After we had
finished, we all sat down in the dining area. Just behind the dining area,
is the main kitchen.
We were sitting down, discussing things, when, all of the sudden, SOMETHING
slammed a kitchen cabinet as hard as it could - and the amazing thing was,
was that NOBODY ELSE was in that place but us, all of whom, were sitting at
this table.
I myself, never really saw anything go on there, though, while cleaning on
occasion, I'd often feel like I was "being watched," or, while going up or
down the grande staircase, I'd often hear the sounds of a squeaky step, two
steps behind me, as I would travel the steps.
I later learned, that a psychic had gone to the house and said that there
were three spirits there. One, was identified as a seamstress who used to
live there back when the original owner did.
There is a room, which is not used for checking in purposes, which is
constantly locked up. That is the room where most of the activity goes on.
I remember fondly, walking into that room, in the dead of summer, and it
being as cold as the inside of a freezer.
Other people saw shadowy figures, smoke coming out of the floor, plants
moving, ducking figures, sounds of heels upon the hard wood floors as well.
That experience, made a believer out of me!
Thank you for allowing me to share this with you!
I Got to see my Grandfather
By: ERedlily@aol.com
Hi. My name is Elaine and i've seen ghosts for as long as i can remember
but i think that my most memorable was when i was 5 years old. My mother
had this really nice wooden rocker that was in our living room. I remember
one time when my mother was in the kitchen fixing dinner and i was in the
living room playing. I remember looking up and seeing a much older
man sitting in my moms rocker. He started talking to me and asking
me what was my favorite toy and how high could i count. He then asked
me to go into the kitchen and get two spoons. I came back with the
spoons and he proceeded to teach me how to balance it on my nose. Delighted
with what i had learned i raced into the kitchen to show my mom. "who taught
you how to do that?" I proceeded to tell her that "the old man in your chair
taught me". Shocked my mom said, "what old man" I led her into the
living room and told her that he had been sitting in her chair. She
asked me to tell her what he looked like and i pointed to a picture on the
wall of my grand parents on their 50th wedding anniversary. "Elaine quit
lying now what did he look like?" I repeated that he looked like the
man in the picture. "That's not possible that's your grandfather and
he died before you were born." I will always remember the day my grandfather
taught me to balance a spoon on my nose.
I Feel Like I am going to see One
By: hurleygurley7@cox.net
ok i feel like im going to see a ghost a ghost since i want to so badly,
im very interested in them because i like to creep myself out infact i have
seen one and im kind of scared that it will come back!!i was at my grandparents
old house and there was NOTHING creepy about it except for two things there
was indian masks along the hallway and a stuffed clown(my phobia)in a bedroom.ok
so nothing to creepy.so i was about only five and my cool cousins were having
a sleepover at my grandmas house so of course i had to come.nothing to bad
happened that night actually i got pampered because my cousin was brushing
my hair.it felt so good that i fell asleep and woke up around midnight, everbody
left me out in the room and i was scared so i walked down the hair- raising
hallway and looked at my randma laying in her bed.but something was odd because
the room was soooooooo freakin cold.my teeth were chattering but i was not
worried about that at this point because i was totally 100 percent sure that
someone or something was watching me!! the bizzare thing about my grandma
was that her eyes were open and she looked like she was dead.
i never talked about that night again because i thaught that anybody would
tell me i was just dreaming, but one way i know i wasnt is because about
4 yrs. later me and my grandma were driving i think to the airport and i
specifically remember it was the time when we were passong a grave yard and
i asked her if she ever had anyghosts in her house. and you probably guessed
what the answer is it was yes .
by coincidence i have just moved into a new house that has just been built
and you wont believe this ,the builders have just figured
out that they have built houses on an indian burial ground!
Hotel Ghost
by Dragon Zhang
I was in Minnesota in the summer of 2000. A week-long Christian retreat was
underway. And I had been invited by some friends and some cousins. They
told me I wouldn't have to pay anything and I could crash with them at their
hotel since they had plenty of space. I needed to get away from school, so
I figured why not. I drove up to Minneapolis and made my way to their
hotel---the Baymount Inn.
Nothing seemed out of the ordinary when I got there, other than the place
was packed with Asian kids. The retreat was for Asian Christian churches.
Anyways, it was a good thing I had a room to stay in because most of the
hotels in the area had been booked months in advance by Asian guests,
including the Baymount. The only non-Asian people I saw in the Baymount
were staff.
Well, one night my cousin had met these very nice girls at evening service.
He brought them back to our room to hang out. The girls came back to our
place and we talked and ordered a pizza. Pretty soon, time flew by and it
was almost 2:00 AM. The girls decided that they had better head back to
their hotel which was just down the road. You could cut across this grass
field to get to it much quicker though. So my cousin offered to walk them
to their hotel.
We said our good nights, and my cousin and the girls left. There were now
two people left in the hotel room. Me and another cousin who seemed to be
fast asleep under the blankets. I got ready for bed. And moments after
they had left, there was a knock on the door. I thought maybe they had
forgotten something. So I went to the door and immediately opened it
without checking.
To my surprise, there was a white girl standing there. She looked to be
about 15 or 16 years old with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. She looked
really pale. She was wearing a purple tank top with jean shorts and dirty
tube socks---no shoes. Before I could say anything to her, she asked me,
"Please mister, can I have a dollar to buy some candy. If I don't buy some
candy, my mom will be really mad at me."
I was still a bit shocked and confused. So I managed to stammer, "No. I
don't have a dollar. I'm sorry." I actually did have a dollar, but I think
at that moment I was just too shocked to give her a dollar. Anyways, she
walked away with a really sad look on her face. I closed the door, quickly
turned off the lights, and hopped in bed. My cousin, who I thought was
asleep, asked, "Man, what the heck was all that about." "I don't know," I
answered.
Then, the there was a knock at the door again. I got up, and this time I
checked the peep-hole. It was the same girl. Now I was freaking out. The
only people staying here were Asian people. The white girls I had seen were
staff. This girl was not dressed like staff. And she certainly did not
look old enough to be working for a hotel. So I didn't open the door.
After a few minutes, the knocking stopped and I went back to bed.
Eventually, I fell asleep.
The next morning, my I talked to my cousin who had walked the girls back to
their hotel and he told me he saw that girl walking up and down the hall as
they left. He said the girl asked him for a dollar too. He said he gave
her 85 cents and thought nothing of it. I just shook my head in confusion
and tried to block it out of my mind.
After we had all showered and dressed, we left to get some breakfast. And
in front of our door on the floor was 85 cents.
Hauntings
By: kutz_bill@hotmail.com
Hello, I lived in Illinois from 1966 to 1989, and there are two places that
I know of there that have some History and haunted going on's.
#1) Green Valley IL.
There is a house just to the south of this little town that has a 2nd story
room that no curtains can stay hung up. The story goes that the family that
lived there in the early 1900's has a son that was insane. Since the medical
treatment for that era was just to lock them up, the parents kept him in the
back room facing east. He would not stand for any window covering and ripped
them down as soon as they were put up. To this day any blinds curtains or
paper covering the windows in this room will fall right after it is put up.
#2, Peoria, Hawk Road, now Richwoods Blvd.
I have experienced this one personally. This old road just west of Peoria
used to be a gravel road. Just after the Mormon Church, the old road takes
off to the north, curving west, it goes under the Chicago- Northwestern
railroad bridge. Two places that the odd occurrences appear are at the
junction where the road takes off north. There was an old house at this
location, and the family who lived there was reported to bury at least 2
still born children in the backyard, just as the land starts to slope down.
On some nights you can hear a child crying.
The second phantom appears as a faint cloud near the railroad bridge. My
Mother lived at the house that was near the new road that joins State route
8. She remembered that a mans body was found at the railroad bridge. Late at
night the mist appears and travels up the road going east. I have seen this
twice, both times in the spring, on a moonless night. Once in 1972 and once
in 1977.
Haunting
By: Jenikat003@aol.com
I should begin with the past of my grandmother's house. My grandmother (
who we called Nana) never lived alone. Both of my great-grand mothers lived
with Nana and died in that house of natural causes. Nana's husband, my grandfather,
also died in that house. He had a massive heart attack in the bathroom while
shaving. I have always felt things in Nana's house. For instance, I would
be laying on the couch watching TV and hear footsteps like someone was walking
in front of me but you don't see anyone. You'd hear things banging around
in another room and look to find noone is there. My favorite is the faint
sound of voices always talking in the hallway. Soft enough you can't quite
understand what is being said.
I moved in with Nana a week before she
died. She had been very ill and needed someone there. One morning I heard
her moaning in pain. My mom and aunt took her to the hospital (she would'n't
let me call 911, she was a very stubborn but a very kind woman). Of course
the hospital admitted her immediately. With my past experiences in the house
I did not want to stay all alone in that house. I made my brother stay the
night with me. My oldest sister dropped by. It was evening and we were watching
TV. My sister and I kept hearing knocking. It started out really soft. We
ignored it at first. They more we ignored it the louder it got. It was always
three knocks in a row. I asked my siblings if they heard anything. My brother
didn't hear it. My sister did. We looked out the windows, thinking it was
a neighbor or something. We didn't see anything. My brother thought we were
crazy. We returned to watching TV. Then the knocking started again. It sounded
like it was in the same room as us. My brother still didn't hear anything.
My sister went home. Later, I went upstairs to bed. My brother was going
to sleep in the living room on the couch. Just as I was about to fall asleep,
I heard a loud crash downstairs, like pots and pans being dropped on the
floor. I thought to myself, "What the hell is my brother doing?". Just as
I thought that, he came running upstairs to my room. His face as white as
a ghost. I asked him what he was doing. He said there is someone in the house.
(my brother is five years younger than me) I snuck downstairs, with him right
behind me, turning on every light as we go. Finally getting to the
kitchen, we found nothing. The kitchen was just as we left it. Nothing out
of place. He asked if he could sleep on my floor in the bedroom. I said ok.
We couldn't sleep a wink. We heard voices all night long. Louder than usual.
We could actually tell male from female and could recognize accents. One
accent we could tell was Irish and another was a thick English. All night
the voices talked outside my bedroom door. My brother and I laid there wide
awake until dawn. Once morning finally came, I called my mother. I told her
first about the knocking. She asked me if it were three knocks in a row.
She got really quite. Then I told her about the loud crash in the kitchen
and nothing was out of place. She started to cry and asked if anything else
had happened. I told her about the voices we heard and the accents of each
person. She calmed down a little then said we needed to get to the hospital
and see Nana because it wouldn't be long before she dies. She said that in
Ireland if you hear three knocks, someone that is close to you is going to
die.
She also said that the woman with the Irish accent we heard was her grandmother
and that had to be her doing the knocking. Since my sister and I ignored
it a first, this irritated her so she kept doing it louder and louder until
we really acknowledged it and my sister left. My mother then told me that
it was her other grandmother banging things around the kitchen trying to
get our attention. (It got our attention!) Then my mother told me that the
voices we heard was our great-grand parents and our grandfather waiting to
take Nana to the other side. I got chills up my spine. My Nana always said
she didn't want to die alone and they weren't going to let her. My grandfather
died thirty-something years earlier and Nana never remarried. She loved her
husband very much and he was waiting for her too.
I went to the hospital to see Nana after that terrible night. Everyone in
the family was already there. When I got there the doctors and nurses were
trying to revive her. I got there too late. She was already dead. The doctors
gave up on her and let us back one by one to pay our last respect before
being sent to the funeral home. I sat with her for, it seemed like forever.
I was at peace with her passing. She had a smile on her face. All I could
think of is, she finally got to see her husband, my grandfather again. That
is why she was smiling.
It's been almost nine years since that experience. I can say it is one I
will never forget. My mother and aunt sold the house Nana lived in. The new
owner turned it into a rental property I think. I often wonder if they experience
anything. But then again they may not. Seeing how the ghosts were our relatives
and now they do not have their family living there to watch over us. I guess
I'll never know.
Haunted Resturant
By: Maryliz107@aol.com
One day when I was in Charelston, SC I went to a resturant for a quick meal.
My husband and I had heard a lot about it from another couple on a cruise
we went on. So when we got there I told my husband that I was going
to visit the ladies room. I was in there and suddenly I heard loud knocking
on the stall. I kept shouting that there was another stall and I'll
be out in a minute. When I came out I saw an arm go right through the
door. I looked around for the person knocking but there was nobody
there. Then I went to the sink to wash my hands. I was checking
my self in the mirror to see if my hair was alright then I looked down at
my hands, when I looked back up I saw a young womans reflection in the mirror,
when I turned around to see who was behind me there was nobody there.
I went down and to the waiter about it and he told me that a woman died in
this building and still haunts it.
Haunted Bed Room
By: les.sincavage@gracocorp.com
My name is Les and am originally from Schuylkill County,
Pennsylvania, but now reside in Ephrata, PA. Both my previous and current
living residents are in areas of haunting that are noted on your site. One
is The Rest Haven Nursing home located in Schuylkill Haven, PA (My mother
Happens to be a nurse there), and the Haunted Mental Institution on Main
Street in Ephrata, PA (Which is no more than two block form my apartment).
I would first like to start off by saying that I am a very big ghost and
paranormal enthusiast. I have been interested in the unknown for years. My
areas of studies range from the paranormal, to bigfoot and aliens. I am
pleased to see a site of such quality as yours. I have searched for many
different sites regarding the unknown and came up with nothing more than
sites created by what seemed to be 10 year old children. But to get to the
point I have a TRUE ghost story for you.
My story takes place in my home town of Orwigsburg, Pennsylvania. My
parents were the first people to occupy our home. At the time my parents
had not yet given birth to myself or my siblings. They stayed in the master
bedroom which was located upstairs in the back of the house. During the
night around 2:00-2:30 a.m. my father said the room would get really hot,
too the point where he would wake up due to the uncomfortable heat. He said
that in the far corner near the window, right off the foot of the bed, he
would see what appeared to be the head of an old Indian brave. According to
his description he said it was only the head and would hover up and down
with a blank expression. It was light green with a dark green aura. The
details of it's face were immaculate. You could see the wrinkles in his
face from age, and his eyes were dark and blank and he always wore a frown.
He had the typical head band with a single feather sticking from the back of
his head. His hair went into two breads down each side of his head.
Ironically we have a bronze statue of an Indian head that matches it almost
identically in the front room of my parents house.
The unexplained phenomena went on for several nights. My father was
relentless to tell my mother due to the fact that they had just been wed and
he didn't want to freak her out. Till one morning my parents were eating
breakfast and my father said to my mother, "You know every night around
2:00-2:300 I would wake up and see what appears to be an Indian head
floating in the corner of the room." My mother said then that she too had
seen the apparition and was afraid to tell my father being they were just
married and she was a HUGE fan of Steven King novels. Well, being that they
both knew there was something there, they were a little more relaxed knowing
they weren't crazy. Not long after they had told each other, the sightings
had stopped. Now this may sound silly, but my father said that he would
just wave to it and it would go away.
A few years later my mother had given birth to my older brother, and they
stayed in the nursery. My father stayed in the master bedroom with no
reports of the ghost. Over time and two kids later. My father ended up
sleeping down stairs in the spare bedroom which is now my parents room, and
my older brother had moved into the master bedroom. Myself and my younger
brother stayed in the nursery with my mom. My older brother was around 5
years old when he started to see the apparition. He described it in full
and complete detail to what my parents had saw. Then when my sister was
born and my younger brother and I were old enough to go into the master
bedroom where we too at the age of 5 saw the head of the Indian spirit, and
we too had described it in full detail. Although my younger brother
described it as more like a pirates head. He said it spoke to him and
wanted it's treasure. I don't know what that was about, but it was still a
head. As for my sister. She never saw the ghost because she stayed in the
nursery which is now her bedroom, but around the same time at night it would
get really hot and uncomfortable in her room.
I am convinced that there must have been some sort of Indian massacre on the
spot where my house was built. In the history of my town I found that
Orwigsburg was one of the first state marks, and the only other town close
to it at the time was Allentown and that is at least a 45 minute to an hours
drive from my parents house. The house is located behind the area of town
that dates back the farthest. I believe that there must have been a fierce
battle between the settlers and the Indians surrounding the town and one was
beheaded. In books I learned Indians used to carry their dead on stretchers
attached to there horses. I think that one of the braves were beheaded and
his head must have either fallen off the stretcher or was never found and
remained there. I don't think he was there to hurt us, but I know he had to
be trying to contact us somehow to restore him to his body.
There were several other happenings in the house too that were
unexplainable. Like our cats would run as though they were being chased.
They would run from the back master bedroom, out into the living room and
look back at something as though it was being perused. My dogs would stand
fast and growl at nothing facing the back room. It was no little growl
either. they would show their teeth and the hair on there backs would stand
straight up. I never felt as though I would be harmed, but there was
something there!!!! Maybe someday I'll find out.
Ghosts
By: amanda620@libcom.com
Hello my name is Amanda.I am 12 years old.I heard about this website and
I decided to visit it.Well here's my story.One time my grandma,mom,and I
went to Gettysburg.At night time we decided to go ghost hunting.So we went
up this alley with about three or four houses along it.We were getting close
to the end of the alley when we started to get chills and the hair on our
arms was standing on edge.We are all very interested in hunting ghosts so
we knew that a presence was around us.We decided to just keep on walking
to this building that we seen in the distance that was across from the old
jail which is now a library or a police station (i'm not that sure).We got
to the building still feeling the presence.We stood across from the building
that was an old hospital.We looked to the top window of the building,which
was the attic window.It was a little window with a candle gleaming in it.My
mom looked very close and she told my grandma and I that she seen a man's
face in the window behind the candle.We looked and we seen the face.It was
a man's face,we could see the forehead,nose,mouth, and black hair.I was very
scared even though i'm a very tough girl, but I started to cry but I didn't
know why because I am used to ghosts.The building is boarded up and nobody
could have got in even to light the candle.I'm not sure what was in the window
but whatever it was it lights the candle every night and unlights it every
morning and the candle always moves.I have more stories if you are interested
in talking to me about them e-mail me at: Amanda12@Smileyface.com
Ghost Stories
By: Peachez
Hi my nickname is Peachez so that's what I will go by here. I was about
23 years old and a few of my friends and my boyfriend went out just driving
around one late night and we had nothing to do so that's what we did all
night. We were driving down S. 33rd street, close to Sheridan Blvd.
I screamed really loud and swerved not to hit her. It was a little
girl running across the street infront of me, but when I looked in the rearview
mirror she was gone. I had asked everyone else after stopping ahead
if they seen it too and they said what and I said that little girl who was
running across the street in front of me and they all looked at me like I
was halusinating and I kept telling them that, that is why I swerved so I
wouldn't hit her and they were like oh ok. But I know I seen her and
she was there, but no one else could see her, but me. Weird, but I
think some little girl was killed by running across the street with her basketball
on a cold night though
Another story I have is my grandfather had passed away in Janurary of 99
and every since, but not lately we would wake up and notice the tv on in
the room down the hall from me. We would go into the room and see that
it was on every channel that my grandfather would watch, so we think that
he might be here watching over us making sure we stay safe and warm
Ghost Party
By: Court_133@msn.com
This is one of many paranormal experiances that I've had. In this story I'm only 8 yrs old, as now I'm 13.
I was really excited about the weekend because my friend was coming, and
I hadn't seen her in about 2 years. Her grandma lives right down the street
from mine, so we used to play together all the time. Finally, the weekend
had come.
Brigitte wanted me to stay the night at her grandma's house, since it's always
vice-versa. I accepted, of course, not knowing what was in store. I packed
my clothes and headed down to her grandma's house.
We ate dinner, and then her grandparents went to bed early. We stayed up,
talking about anything and everything that came to our minds. We laughed
and laughed, then went into one of those you-just-stopped-laughing silences.
I was lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling, when I thought I heard voices.
I shook my head, thinking I was just hearing the radio or t.v. I asked Brigitte
if there was one on. She said no, and then resumed playing cards by
herself. Then I heard the distinct sound of laughter and orchestra music.
I jumped. I told Brigitte what I heard, and she just shrugged it off, saying
that I was just hearing things. The floor boards suddenly creaked above us.
I asked Brigitte what room was above this, and she replied, rather ashen-faced,
that it was the attic. We knew what we had to do.
We quietly tip-toed up the stairs leading to the attic. The 'ghost party'
was still going on. We softly opened the attic door. Everything stopped.
I saw something white out of the corner of my eye. Brigitte must of saw it
to, because we both turned out heads at the same time. We were just in time
to see a well-dressed old-fashioned woman disappear. We didn't even had to
consult the other. We dashed down the stairs, and ended up sleeping in her
grandparents bedroom.
In the morning, we thought it was just a terrible nightmare, and that we
had accidentally had the same dream. I wanted to go up and look, just to
make sure it was a dream. We climbed the now dreaded stairs up to the attic.
I reached the door first. I cautiously opened the door and peered in. Again,
in the same dark corner was the woman. She smiled at us and waved. Then just
like last time, she disappeared. We looked towards the middle of the attic,
and there was an old-fashioned wine glass, just emptied.
I have never gone back to that house, and I never will. Her grandma passed
a way just a few months ago, and I can't help but wonder if she too is stuck
in the house, now a permanent addition to the ghost party.
He Said Goodbye
By: elementary_penguin_4evr@hotmail.com
I have a story of which I would like to share with all of you. It is a very
short tale, but I believe it is true that people and animals come to say
farewell after they have passed on.
My experience with the supernatural is limited, although of what I
have sensed some of these experiences are very intriguing.
My grandfather died seven years ago. He was on life support in the hospital,
the last time I saw him. I don't think I had the chance to say goodbye. My
mother says that about an hour after we all left him, he died.
That night, for some strange reason, I decided to rearrange my bed
so that my pillow faced the opposite end. This detail may seen a bit wierd,
but I think it was all part of what happened next.
I remember it vividly, that dream, in which I "woke" up and saw my
grandfather sitting in his favourite chair and smiling at me, no, more like
beaming. He looked just as he did before he was ill, wearing a red plaid
shirt and cutoff jeans. He motioned to me, and I kissed him.
"Here, Emily," He said. "You'll be fine."
We were close.
When I woke up, early in the morning, disoriented because of the strange
rearrangement of my bed, I felt his love almost glowing around me.
I knew he had died even before Dad came in to tell me.
The thing about the bed was that his hospital bed was facing the exact same way in which I put it.
From the Age of 9
By: ross7017@rogers.com
I should start out by saying I grew up in the house that we live in now.When
I was a little girl at the age of 9.I would see an old man walk through the
house as if he was searching for something.He visited here allot,but I never
knew what he was looking for.
About 10 years ago after we moved in to this house.I had a sense someone
was here.So myself and my 2 daughters decided to get an a Ouija board to
try and contact the being that I thought was here.I had asked if someone
had died in this house and it went to yes.Then I asked if it was a baby and
it went to yes.I asked in what room and it spelt out my daughters room for
5 years after this we could here a baby cry at night until we had a house
fire and the baby crying had stopped.
A few weeks ago my father in-law passed away,we were out shopping,when we
had returned home,my mother said that a tall man dressed in black came up
the side of the house ,but she could see no face.My mom said my dog seen
it as well and they went to the door but no one was there.There was fresh
snow on the ground but no foot prints were in the snow.
I have always felt I was never alone in this house.
Another time the night before my sister died ,she came to me in my bedroom that night to say good bye
Taylor Farm Park – Powder Springs, GA
By: Vanderoff@tropicalstorm.com
Late Spring, Early Summer of 2001
Not quite sure what happened there in the past, but it involves the Civil
War or any sort of war. It is believed to be haunted by soldiers and slaves.
In the park, by the pond, there is an old tree with no leaves. A long thick
branch extends out from it. There has been hangings of slaves on it. You
will sometimes get a strange feeling. Sometimes you can hear whipping sounds
and rope swaying. Sometimes smell fowl stenches.
At night, you will sometimes see an old black man wearing overalls and a
straw hat near a tree at the right of the pond. My friend and I went to see
who it was and when we got there, the old man disappeared. We then started
hearing slight footsteps coming from three different angles heading towards
us. One from the left, one from the right, and one from the middle like we
were being surrounded and to be attacked. Then we smelled a fowl stench.
There are trails in the woods and two old bridges. Sometimes you will get bad feelings, and hear strange footsteps.
Park closes at 11 at night but never locks the gates. Take precautions, because
there might be an alligator living in the woods near the creeks and swamp
like areas. I will be shooting a video in this location to get some hard
evidence. All is welcome to join but for minimal group. Also, to actually
experience the activities, you will have to strongly believe in ghosts. My
ex best friend did not believe when the three of us went back out there at
night. Nothing happened.
Additions to the Locations
By: derangedknight@hotmail.com
i've been a fan of your site for almost a year now. all the information,
pictures, and other stuff has been great. i especially like the locations, i
live in Hamburg michigan just a few miles south of Brighton and right along
side of Pinkney.. after seeing your locations list for michigan i went to a
couple places and got hooked. well after running through (and i mean
seriously running!) through a couple tunnels in northville last summer, i
decided to check out place that have had rumors around my home. most that i
checked out i never witnessed, but there is one. in the cemetary on the
corner of Hamburg RD. and Strawberry lake rd. neighbors that have lived in
the area for awhile (usually 10 years or more) said that they see lights
flicker and bounce around. now mind you this cemetary isn't that big, but a
friend and i went with a camera.(our first mission) we were walking around
taking pictures in the back half when my friend stared at a tree and acted
all spaced out, so we took some pictures of the tree and the area. nothing
but good vibes in the back half so we hung around there for awhile having
fun we felt like little kids it was soo cool. but heres the kicker, we
headed up to the front half and the bad vibes kicked in, goose bumps and
everything. we were constantly looking over our shoulders and had the
feeling we were be watched. we started taking pictures when all a flash of
orange light was infront of my face, like someone lit a lighter then it
disappeared. a few nights later we also saw a green sprite in the back
half..
About My Sister
By: AzianGirLPerson@aol.com
I was just reading some of the stories on here and I remembered some my sister
told me. I've posted a few here already. Well one day we got to talking about
ghosts and she told me and my sister in law about what her and her friends
saw on the highway.
This took place on Interstate 5, which is a major highway in California.
It was my sister and 3 of her friends driving late at night, coming home
to Sacramento, from a nearby town. They were heading north, and at the side
of the highway the headlights picked up ahead of them, a lady walking, she
was sort of limping. They wondered what a person would be doing walking out
in the highway at this time of the night, while it was pitch black. They
thought nothing of it, and said maybe it was just some homeless lady and
continued on. A mile or 2 later, they saw THE SAME LADY!!! She was limping,
walking the same way. There was an exit up ahead so one of her friends exited
and used the main road to find another way to get back to where they could
see the lady. But when they got to the same spot as to where the lady should
be...she wasn't there. They drove on for miles and never saw that same lady
anywhere...so what do you think!?
Here's a story her friend told her. She was visiting a friend of hers in
Lompoc, California. He took her for a drive, showing her around town. They
came up to this big hill. I guess it was a place that alot of people go to
kuz at the top there was place for parking and you can see the whole town
below. To get to the top, you had to drive on the road that goes around the
hill. So you're goin in a circles. They were the last people to leave, it
was around 10 pm. As they were driving down the hill, her friend told her
the story that was supposly true about that hill.
He told her that a long time ago, a mother was driving on that hill with
2 of her kids. One was still an infant, and the other a toddler. I'm not
sure but I think the car fell down the hill. They all died. Well the story
goes on that, around midnight if you're driving on the hill and if you see
her, your car will automatically stop and she'll come look inside your car,
looking for her 2 lost babies. And after she leaves, your car will work again.
Well this scared the crap out of my sister. She begged him to stop, kuz around
them there were no lights. I'm not sure if this story about the hill is true.
If anyone knows about this story, feel free to email me. Thanks for reading.
:)
1790 House
By: mutly75@hotmail.com
my sister lives with her in-laws @ their house in Collegeville, Pennsylvania.
Their house goes as far back as 1790. Well all of us within the house have
experienced some type of experiences. The 1st time I have ever seen a ghost
was when I was a child so just to say I have had numerous encounters with
the spirit world. Well 1 night I was getting my cd player out of the guest
bedroom when I felt like someone was watching me, before I opened the door
I looked to my left, and that's when I saw a woman who appeared to be dressed
in a nightgown from the 1800's just staring @ me. Within @ least 5 seconds
when I saw her she vanished into the thin air. I just froze in place for
about 5 minutes, then I hauled back downstairs & told my sister.
When I told her about it she thought I was just spooking myself & did
not believe me. But she never liked being alone in the house so she would
practically make me stay over just so she wasn't alone. My brother -in-law
was never a believer of ghosts and would laugh @ my sister and I about being
scared of the house. Well he swallowed his words 1 night , he looked freaked
out as I came in from having a cigarette and I asked what was wrong, he asked
me if I was on the front porch smoking & I told him that I was in the
back doorway smoking, he had this wierd look on his face. I asked him what
happened & he said that he saw a man walking in front of the door on
the porch dressed in a civil war uniform and when he saw the man he already
knew that it was not me because this man was very tall and I am short.
Well last year we had a phsycic come to thier house for a reading, well she
discovered that there were more than 50 ghosts in the house but the most
shocking thing that we were told was thier living room had many funeral viewings
in the past so of course we were freaked out. Now when she did all 10 of
our readings individually our readings were recorded by an audio tape, well
when my sister listened to her tape the next day a 3rd voice was heard on
it & there were only 2 people in that room. Well thats my ghost story
I hope you all enjoy it.
282' GHOST
By: raaspider@yahoo.com
My name is Ronald Arias and I m 20yrs old now. Back in 1989 I lived in an
apartment with my father, mother and older brother. I lived there for four
years...this apartment is in new York city in the Bronx, its located in gun
hill road, the building number is 282 and the apartment is 1c.
This apartment was rather large, yet small enough for all of us to experience the ghost at its work in the same time.
I recall the hallway leading up to my parent s room as spooky...and I always
felt uneasy. No one saw a ghost but we sensed its footsteps and its total
lack of consideration especially when it turned off our television set.
Nothing much happened in my room, but the activity was abundant in the living
room, the hallway and my parent s bedroom. The footsteps could be heard fully,
since the apartment had very old wooden tiles. I enjoyed sleeping in the
sofa couch in the mornings, my mother left to work around five in the morning
and it pleased me to nap in the couch so I could say good bye. She was the
only one awake but I kept hearing continuous footsteps, on one occasion I
saw my mother stop walking and remain still yet the footsteps continued.
As a young child my mother thought me as gullible and when I questioned her
at that instance about the footsteps she claimed it was the naying loud music...it
worked the poor soul must have found the light...
When we told our neighbors of our experience they were all hesitant...only
the building's super (caretaker/janitor) confided to us that few weeks earlier
before we moved in the BODY of an old man was found in my parents bedroom...he
was naked, with a bottle of whiskey and laying stomach down. He was a widow,
no children claimed him and he was a depressed alcoholic.
Unseen Presence
By: stumertens@mail.com
Hey, stick this one in your pipe and smoke it...
About four weeks ago, I was sitting in the front room, using the PC, the
only beings in the house being myself, Sox (the cat) Tony (the snail) and
the fish. Plus various germs and microbes. I mention all these so that this
doesn't seem hoaxed.
I should mention that I have been into ghosts and the paranormal since I
was what, six, I believe. Ten years on, I'd never had a really ghostly situation
until now.
Usually when I'm alone I put the TV on- it kinda keeps me company. As I was
saying I was using the PC and watching a video (not very green, I know) and
I needed to use the tiolet. When I returned- the TV was off. Thinking this
more than strange, I turned it off, and got on with my work. After another
toilet break I found the TV again turned off. I left it like that.
A little while later, Sox (the cat, remember) decided she wanted to go out,
walking around by the door to the kitchen, which I keep closed. So, I go
and open it for her. But instead of going through, she stands and hisses
at something in the kitchen- but there was nobody there. She turned and hid
under the computer chair, and I closed the door, returning to my word processing.
'Bout fifteen minutes later, she wants to go out again. So I open the door-
same thing happens. It is said that cats and dogs can sense or see ghosts
and the like- this is what I assume to be happening. I remember when I was
little, hearing loud laughter in the middle of the night coming from the
room directly below my bedroom- the kitchen. I hasten to add that all those
in the house (apart from myself of course) were asleep. I checked. They were
in bed.
What's up with my kitchen, I don't know. I could just be getting paranoid,
or maybe there's something stranger going on. Who knows?
One day I may try recording the voices of spirits, my kitchen will be a good place to start.
UNEXPLAINED SOUNDS
By: Jjeffal2@aol.com
I RECENTLY MOVED IN WITH MY SISTER AND HER FAMILY IN A SMALL SECTION OF A
SMALL TOWN IN WEST VIRGINIA.THE TOWN IS NAMED RACHEL,AND SHE LIVES IN THE
ONLY BRICK HOUSE IN THE SMALL SECTION KNOWN AS "THE CAMP", A PLACE WHERE
MINERS USED TO LIVE.I WAS BABYSITTING MY NEPHEW ONE NIGHT WHILE MY SISTER
AND HER HUSBAND WERE OUT.I WAS IN MY ROOM WATCHING TV AND MY NEPHEW WAS ASLEEP
IN THE OTHER ROOM.I WAS SURPRISED TO HEAR SOMEONE COMING UP THE BASEMENT
STEPS SINCE I HADNT HEARD THEM COME HOME.IT WAS UNMISTAKEABLE BECAUSE IT
WAS A STOMPING SOUND COMING UP THE STAIRS,AND MY BROTHER-IN-LAW IS NOTORIOUS
FOR HIS BOOTS AND LOUD MANNER.I LOOKED OUT,SAW NO ONE,AND AT THIS POINT I
WOKE UP MY NEPHEW AND ASKED HIM WHERE HIS PARENTS WERE.THEY INDEED WERE NOT
YET HOME, BUT I HEARD WHAT I HEARD.I JUST DONT KNOW WHY THE SOUNDS WERE EXACTLY
LIKE WHAT MY BROTHER IN LAW SOUNDS LIKE.
The Room on the Landing
By: mo2428@charter.net
During the summer before my fourth grade school year my parents bought a
home in an old community of central Pennsylvania. My father was so proud
of the fact that the house was originally a very large estate that had been
broken into three separate sectors to make room for three family town-homes.
You could still see the archways that connected the severed rooms through
the plaster fills. To prove the home’s age, we were shown the basement. It
was a creepy, dark, damp, and secluded room. The only way to reach the basement
was to go through a closet, a hidden hallway, and down a flight of rickety
stairs. The floor was packed dirt, the walls were thick stone, and the ceiling
was supported using old railroad ties.
The rest of the home was rich in architectural detail, showing the craftsmanship
and pride of the original builder, and supporting similar antique structures
as the basement ceiling supports.
The staircase of the dining room went thirteen steps upward to a landing
that held a single door. The door was half the height of an average sized
human. It held a window that was short and long on the upper side of it’s
heavily weighted construction. Turning a complete 360 degrees on the landing
brought you face to face with four additional stairs, which led to the main
bedroom quarters. For now, let’s focus our attention to the room on the landing.
My younger sister (“Emily”) and I initially shared this room. It held an
open closet and a fireplace. The fireplace had long since been out of use
and held only a path into blackness when looking upward, and two deep holes
of abandon when looking through the pierced plaster of the sides. It was,
overall, too creepy for the two of us so we kept a shoe box in the empty
burn area to ward off anything that might venture through the broken walls
inside. However, our foolish little trick did nothing to stop the spirits
that wanted through..
My first experience with the “spirit world” occurred in the dark of the night while occupying the room on the landing.
I have never been able to sleep through movement. When I turn I become completely
awake in order to do so. So, one night, as I moved from my left (which faced
the open closet) to my right (which faced the fireplace), I noticed a strong
blue glow. My sisters bed was placed next to the fireplace in a little alcove
between one of the three windows and the wall of the structure. At the midsection
of Emily’s bed, a foot from the opening of the unused fireplace sat a little
girl. She was in a kneeling position, as if praying. She was clothed in a
frilly little dress, solid white or flowered cotton, with ruffles at the
shoulders and knees. Her fingertips were pressed against her chin. Her black
hair fell to her shoulders and curled under, she had a bow on the top of
her little head. Her whole entity was displayed and I could see her as though
she was an actual child. The only difference between her and my surroundings
was her blue aura. Everything about her seemed to reflect an odd, cold blueness.
As I watched her kneel, she turned her head to face me, and her eye sockets
were empty. She didn’t smile, she didn’t stand, she just stared at me through
the holes where her eyes should have been.
When I told my mom about the experience I had, she explained to me that before
we had moved in, she had been vacuuming that room when she felt someone tugging
on her shirt. She turned, and there wasn’t anyone there… She went on to tell
me that the previous owners had revealed that the boy that had occupied our
room at one time (a basketball playing teen) had committed suicide either
in that room or the second story of our garage, the room that our bedroom
faced.
Now that I’ve told you the story of the room on the landing, let’s go up the four additional stairs…
When past the landing, there is a bedroom on the left, the door to the attic
directly across from said bedroom, another bedroom (formerly the master)
on the right, and a bathroom straight ahead… Let’s focus on the two bedrooms.
When my parents finally remodeled the attic (a story in and of itself) they
relinquished the old master suite to me. The bedrooms on this floor, a floor
that we often referred to as the second and a half, the bedrooms connected
through a closet. Allow me to describe… When opening the sliding paneled
doors, one could go three feet to the left in closet space, or three feet
to the right and intrude onto the first bedroom’s closet space, only to escape
through that bedroom’s closet doors. Why the two rooms were connected, we
have yet to figure out.
While my parents were still using the master room, my mother awoke one night
to a sound. As she laid in her bed, next to my father, she watched frightfully
as a man and two women walked into her room, only to disappear through the
connecting closets.
There have been many experiences in this house. Too many to describe in one
letter, so I’ll end here…... Besides, I’m afraid if I write too much, something
in this house will get ideas.
The Glowing Orb
By: ROCKYTOPHOUND@cs.com
This story was related to me by my father and was witnessed by his whole
family. When my father was a boy of high school age, he lived on a farm in
the backwoods of Tennessee with six brothers and sisters. His mother had died
in childbirth and my granddad raised the whole bunch by himself. The timeline
that we are talking about is right around the turn of the century(1910) and
they had no electricity and no flashlights. Back then, if you went to town or
to the store, you either walked or rode a horse and, on this occasion, my
grandfather had chosen to walk. The nights in the summer in Tennessee are
usually plenty humid and people spent a lot of time on the front porch which
is where my dad was with all his brothers and sisters. They were relaxing on
the porch when one of them hollered" There comes George now" and they saw him
striding down the trail just before dusk but that wasn't all they saw. About
a hundred yards behind him about three feet off the ground they saw a glowing
orb about the size of a softball slowly following him down the trail. They
all called out to him to look behind himself which he did and when he
stopped, the orb stopped. He stopped for a few moments and then slowly
started to walk toward the light. The orb then started to move away from him,
never letting him get any closer than one hundred yards so he then turned
around and started to walk towards home again and the orb followed him. When
he reached the porch, my father told me that the orb stopped about a hundred
yards from the house and hung there in space with no-one holding it for a few
moments and then slowly turned off of the trail and disappeared into the
woods. Dad told me that they took a lantern and tried to find footprints in
the loose soil that the orb passed over but could find no sign of anything.
The Bedroom
By: david14481@msn.com
Last summer i went to spend the night at one of my friends houses. He had
been saying that his house was haunted but i wasn't sure if he was telling
the truth or not. he said that his grandfather had died before he was born
and he thought he might be haunting his family. his little brother was the
only one who had seen this "ghost". one day while they were looking at a
picture album his brother just screamed out "there he is, that is the man
i have been seeing at night." his brother had never seen a picture of his
grandfather before so there was no way he could have known it was him. on
the night i was staying there we were laying in bed about 1 or 2 in the morning
and two white shadowy figures appeared at his window. i thought perhaps it
was just a light from outside so i just ignored it. then the figure started
to move around, so i asked my friend if he saw anything. he said yeah there
is something over there at the window, so i got really freaked out then.
when he would move i would ask him where he went just to make sure he wasn't
trying to fool me. but every time he told me where he moved it was exactly
where i saw it. we turned on the lights and turned them back off and they
went away for about ten minutes, but then they came back again. they finally
went away around three or four in the morning.
This Story is 100% true.
Story to Tell
By: dollznme2002@yahoo.com
this happened in 1976, my family always went to visit my grandparents in
hampton ,virginia . there wasn't enough room at grandma's house so my sister
and i went down the street to my aunt's house. she lived there with her mother,
her father passed away many years ago. aunt deloris took us to a room up
stairs, it was very musty smelling, she always kept the door shut and windows
closed. my sister opened the windows, it was a very hot night no breese was
coming in the windows. i remember the dog was sleeping on the foot of the
bed,i don't know what time it was but the dog got very uneasy,and made a
beeline for the door.we were both woke up by the whimmpering from the dog.
all of a sudden we noticed the curtians were moving as if a breese were coming
in but there wasn't a breese at all. i'm not making this up it really happened
and i will never forget it. next there was an old wooden rocking chair in
the corner of the room, it was moving, you could hear it squeeking as if
someone were rocthe next day we were telling my mom about it ,she went and
got an old photo album ,opened it to a picture of uncle ed ( aunt deloris'
dad). my mouth fell opened , he was wearing an old trench coat and
the same type of hat. she also said that was his bedroom we were sleeping
in and that he had passed away in his bed . aunt deloris had kept his door
shut ever since he had past away.to this day i wan't step foot into that
house .
Something to Investigate
By: Anonymous
in colorado some friend band members of mine were told of a house called
the "CHANGLING", this is a late 1800 or early 1900's home that had mass
murders in it and numerious bodies were burried in the basement. there
was a movie made based on this home also called the "CHANGLING". this
home has never been able to keep living people in it and if so they were
always pronounced dead so this home went trough numerious owners and was
vacent for many years.a couple a years ago a business bought this home
and now use as office spaces. no one stays after closing at night
because of the terror that awaits . the home in the movie does not
resemble the actual home itself but is a true story.Anyway my friends
went on a tour of this home to shoot a video and while standing in front
of a old fire place on the video a ghostly hand appears from the
fireplace and runs its hand through Chris's hair.we never saw it but
could feel deep tension throughout the home.the new owners told us that
they had to block off the upper staiewell going up stairs due to things
happening . the only other stairwell was in the kitchen that went up
stairs as well and it had to be blocked off as well.The tour came to an
end as we asked to see the basement where the bodies were burried this
room was the eeriest and you could feel cold swipes all over our bodies
as if we were being told this was not for us we didnt belong there
meddeling with there resting . our video camera went dead on us 3 times
during this tour and all 3 batteries were fully charged.ive encountered
many ghost in my time but this was the most uncomfortable experience ive
ever encountered. The best part of this story was later that night
something told all 5 of us to come back to the house and none of us
called anyone to let the others know we were going back. but something
drew all 5 of us back to this home at the same time and we were all
shocked to see each other there at 2:30 in the morning. Stretch brought
his camera and this strange force told us to video this south side of
the home. no lights were on and no one in the home after 4 or 5 pm,
completely silent,and empty. yet on this south side of ths home we all
benged back to our cars and something called out Victors name as plain
as day and we focused the camera in the direction the voice came from
and a light came on on the second floor balcany and a figure of a child
and a woman stood there calling out the bands name motioning us to enter
and as if to direct us to the second floor to join them. Remind you this
is the part of the home that is completely blocked off. WE caught this
on video and we really believe that we caught an evil from this home
that day we went on that tour. this evil still follows us to this day no
matter where we go and that eery feeling is always over us no matter
what. i moved and left Colorado shortly after this happened and moved to
Arkansas. the orgional band members broke up around the same time as
well. they have new members now and we all still stay in touch with each
other on a consistent basis.what ever happened to us that day is still
with the 5 of us and sometimes we call each other in the middle of the
night from having dreams of this place and that same feeling as if we
are being drawn in again and we are being forced to return to this
home. i would like help in this manner becaus all of our lives changed
on that day and it really scares me and i cant stop the happenings.
Stretch tried on several occasions to get rid of that video we made and
it for some strange reason would make its way back to him. all 5 of us
ended up burning the clothes we wore to that home that day thinking
something attached its self to us that way but it did no good and still
haunts us as bad now as it did that day in the home. Stretch ended up
burning that video as well thinking that would help but it didnt. please
if you have any help for me im in desperate need. i need some kind of
closure in my life without being scared. my blood crawls even talking of
this and another strange thing about this happening that has happened to
me is i feel stuff now i sence things that actually do happen i get
wierd feelings about things and know when something bad is about to
happen or sence things that will happen a few days later these visions
and feelings make me so sick that i actually throw up. im sorry to be
rude in saying that please forgive me but it is true.