The Shadowlands: Ghosts and Hauntings

The Walking Talking Disappearing Indian

By: Siouxz777@aol.com

This story happened to my husband and a stranger, who happened to witness the whole thing, about 3 months ago. My a sensitive, so we are quite used to dealing with the other side. As a matter of fact his gift acts like a magnet, that draws lost spirits to him. But now for my Story.
He was working on the front yard, when all of the sudden he stood up to take a break. And when he did he noticed a man just a few feet in front of him. He hadn't even noticed him coming up.
The man was about 5'7", long salt and pepper hair, not balding but a very high forhead, wearing like a western shirt, of a different time. He was in his late 60's, he was Native American. Paul (my husband) heard no footsteps when he walked. Later, as with all the ghosts he comes in contact with, he realized that he had no shoes socks or FEET!!! For some reason with my husband, the apperitions dissapear below the knees.
Let me tell you, our house is well over 100 years old. And it was actually moved to this spot from who knows where. But it used to be my grandfathers house who is 100% Wichita Indian, and already on the other side.
The man seemed very nice. He smiled and said, "You know, I used to live here, even before this house was here." My husband smiled, thinking what an odd statement to make. As soon as the indian said that he turned and started crossing the street and walked right in front of a truck. The driver had to lock his brakes so as not to hit the man. Paul and the driver were in shock. The driver asked Paul,"Did you SEE that??" Paul answered yes. Then instantly they looked to see if the man was OK.
There was no man. No where to be seen. And there was no where he could have ran and hid.Why should he?I guess it was time for him to go back to the other side.

School for Girls

By: WinterPlums@aol.com

I went to a small school for girls, and on this small campus urban legends and myths abounded. I was fascinated by them all, in particular about one that concerned my dorm..about a young girl who killed herself in the tub. But, as with all rumors, I tried to take it with a grain of salt. That is, until my Junior year.
I lived on a third floor dormitory that used to be a convent. Ghost stories abounded, but I never actually saw anything. Then the rumors started. There were these old bathrooms in the dorms and one of them in particular had a sorted history, it was in that bathroom that the young girl of the rumor had killed herself. And of course I had the dubious distinction of having a dorm located right next to this bathroom.
It was more then just rumors, people felt watched in that bathroom. People saw shadowy figures and hear humming and weeping.   I myself had seen some of these things.
By the time fall came, things had gotten so bad I could not go to the loo without running blindly in and then out again. So my friend and I decided to " Talk" to this entity.   We went to the tub where she was supposed to have died...and I am not lying when I say this...Energy was just crackling off the walls..especially near the soap dish and hot water faucet. It felt like a very faint shock..like when you scuff your feet on the floor and touch metal...buy I was standing still.
We sort of casually said, "Okay you can come out now.." and I will never forget what happened next. My friend and I each described the same thing: We saw a girl, with long black hair..lying in the tub with her wrists cut. The blood was going down the drain and there was a razor on the soap dish. Just then my friend said " She put the razor in the soap dish." and I said, "I know."   Then we felt this presence, and it was unlike anything I have ever felt before...it was like the feeling I get when I stand in the sun or pray. ANd I knew it was this entity, it was strong...then it felt angry. I spoke to it, in my mind. I had read somewhere that you must give the entity it's name or it will not listen. So my friend and I decided on Anne, I said " It's all right, Anne. We understand you can go on now." For a moment it seemed to hover, then it faded away and all I could feel was the beating of my heart. Then as we left this sadness fell over me, ( I have often had empathic experiences.) it was like the ghost did not want us to leave it. I spoke again with my m ind " Anne, It's allright..I am sorry..I can't do anymore..it's time to move on." Then the feeling faded...noone ever saw or heard the ghost girl again, I washed my hair in the tub several times and though I still felt prickles...I never again saw or felt Anne. I will never forget her, she was dead, but she changed my life.

PAPAWS PHONE CALL

By: KLilangel02@aol.com

About a year ago my papaw just up and died we dont know if he was sick or what and we ws all pretty upset because we was really close and he just lives down our drive way . so we thought we would just leave everything the way if was. we kept the electricity on but we did cut off the phone. So to make a long story short one day we was down there cleaning his house nad my mom started to cry and sat on the couch and heres where it gets kinda weird the phone started ringing and we all looked up at it because we had it turned off.My aunt picked it up but all it was doing was a scratchy kinda nois. so now every time we go down there the phone does a lilttle ring just to tell us hes there

THE ANSWERING MACHINE

By: KLilangel02@aol.com

Well bout two years ago at my aunts house she had a answering machine that we thought was normal!! and one of her friends had aked her why she had put such a mean thing on it and she called her house and i was a mean voice that was saing bad words and was talking bout saten and she was freaked out.When she got home she called the phone people and they said nobody could do that unless they was in the house and there is noway you could get in there so she did the message over and the next day there was another message on there that was talking bout how to kill something and come to hell ith him. by that time we was really scared so we umpluged it and the next morning when we woke up it was pluged back up and it said you cant get rid of me so we threw it away and we have'nt herd that horrible voice again

One Ghost Story Of Mine

By: Irisangel555@aol.com

I've had my share of experiences with ghosts. I like cemeteries, even at night. I don't mind because I know that nothing can hurt me if I don't let it. Well, one night, 2 of my friends and I were driving around in the cemetery looking for a couple of our other friends. It was about 11:30 at night and we spent at least 15 minutes looking for them. The only thing is that we were driving in a car yelling their names out the windows. Not the smartest thing in the world to do, I know. We never did find them but, I found something else. When I went home I started to feel uncomfortable in my room after a few days. My room is on the second story of my house at the top of the stairs. My house was built in the 1860s by a horse farmer. Anyway, it went on for about 2 weeks like that. I would feel really uncomfortable in my room. I felt like someone was watching me. I have other spirits in my house. They're Nancy and William. The first people to live here. William is the one who built the house. I've had experiences with them before, but nothing as interesting as this. Those things with them were just little things. Like things being moved. However, Nancy was never angry...and this spirit felt very angry. One night, I woke up with a very big start. It felt like someone had shaken me. As I was looking around, something caught my eye and at the same time I felt that anger again. I saw a shadow standing in front of my closet. It was of a women. From what I could tell, the dress that she was wearing was a dress that looked like something from the 1890s. Her hair style was odd. I knew that it wasn't Nancy because I had been in the same room as Nancy before and this women had a totally different presence about her. I thought nothing more of it. I thought that I might be dreaming, because it wouldn't be the first time I've had a realistic dream about a ghost in my, or someone else's, house. As time went on, I kept feeling her in my room. She'd be in the very spot that I saw her that one night. Not only that, but it would be cold in that spot as well. Every night, when I would be trying to fall asleep, she would stand there and watch me. I could tell that she wasn't that happy, and I didn't know why she had picked me to come to. What made me so special that she had to haunt me? Then, about one month after this whole thing started, I thought of it. She was a spirit from the cemetery. From the one night that my friends and I went in there looking for those other people and were yelling out their names. She must have thought that I was calling to her but I wasn't. After a few days of me not talking to her she got angry and wanted to know why I was calling her name but wasn't talking to her. I finally got fed up with her staring at me all night because it made it hard to go to sleep. I also would wake up all the time so I told her that I was sorry for disturbing her and that I didn't mean too. I had been looking for some friends of mine that I thought might be in there that night. I asked her to please leave me alone, that I couldn't sleep with someone watching me. I also told her that it would never happen again. After that night, she never came back. Sometimes, I wonder who she is, or was. I think that if I hadn't of made her mad, that she wouldn't have been so bad to be around. In a way, I kind of miss her but I am happy that she is at rest again. Now we both are.

Old Western State Sanitarium in Washington

By: Thailiavigue98@aol.com

HI! I absolutely love your sight.
A couple of my friends from work and I do our own ghost hunting. We all have a lot of fun and sometimes it scares the you know what out of us.
We also go to your Haunted Places Index and find places close to us to investigate.
We live in Washington State, and we've been really interested in going to the Old Western State Sanitarium. Last night, we all decided to go. It was about 8:30pm when we arrived, very dark, and starting to get foggy! While we walked down the path to get to the gravel road, one of the ladies husbands stopped us and said, "Listen." I had heard something too but didn't know what it was. As we all stood there listening. We heard little children laughing and giggling. Then as quickly as is started it was quiet and erie again. We all had read the stories of hearing children whispering and laughing but thought it was someone's imaginations.
We were all very scared at that point. But we kept on walking. As we started up the hill to the ruins, we saw Pierce Lake where someone had drowned. We heard ducks quacking and to use it sounded like there were laughing at us.
Then, out of the night we saw the ruins rising our of nowhere. My heart raced with anticipation! But once we got there, there was already people there. At that point, we were relieved. We looked and climbed what remained of the Old Sanitarium. The whole thing was covered in graffiti and vandalism. We didn't experience anything, or so we thought. One of the ladies brought a tape recorder and was recording the whole thing. Before we were all about to leave another huge group of guys come to the ruins. My fiancee said one had a gun. So at that point we left.
We got the bottom and the guys took off. So, it was just us girls. We went off to look for the cemetery that hold 3,000 of the former residences of the old sanitarium. We didn't find it due to the darkness, but we kept looking. We were about to leave when we all heard a gun shot piercing the cold, foggy night air. At that point it was really time to leave.
Across the street from the ruins is the new (huge) mental hospital. Now us girls were on our way back and looking for the guys when, like typical males, jumped out at us to scare the living crap out of us! Then, we left we want to come back again in the day time to find the cemetery.
On the way home, we listened to the recorder and what we heard was low growls and whispers, someone saying what sounded like, "I'm Sorry."
We didn't hear anything while we were out there, but if your alone with one or two people, I think maybe just maybe something is waiting and watching!
Next time were going to be going to the Thornwood Castle and I will be reporting back with what we experienced!

Old Man

By: cfarmer@maine.rr.com

When my family and I lived in Baldwin M.E. my Stepfather kept on seeing this old man walking arouing the house. Everyone thought he was crazy until suff started to go missing, and things tipped over for no reason, and when ever we locked the door at night we would wake up in the morning to find it unlocked. We have no idea who this man is or what he wants. Soon after, we moved out of the house, and that was that.

NIGHTMARE HOUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

By:ronata@sympatico.ca

I moved into a cemmy detached in August 2002. I had no idea, nor did I even
THINK about my house
being haunted until a number of frightening things happened.
    The first thing that happened was my mom was doing laundry and I went down
to bring her the pillow case from my bed but all of a sudden the TV in the
rec-room went on and the lights started flickering on and off and the dryer
went on all by itself.
    The second thing was one night, I just HAPPENED to look out my bedroom
window and I saw a man standing there. I screamed and jumped on my bed and
then looked out my window again about 5 seconds later....he was gone!!!!!
    My mother talked to our real-estate agent and she told us there was nothing
to worry about.
Stranger things kept happening so my mom hired a supernaturalist. He placed
video cameras everywhere in the house and did a number of investigations. He
concluded that ther ghost(s) in my cemmy are the type that wander the earth
because they don't know they are dead yet!!!!!
I am still very freaked out about my house and so is my mom, step dad,
siblings and my pets..................Well that's the story of my cemmy but
before I go I must tell you: IF YOU LIVE IN A HAUNTED HOUSE NEVER YELL OUT
"I WISH THE GHOST WOULD LEAVE!" TAKE THIS FROM AN EXPERIENCED HAUNTED HOUSE
LIVER-INNER!!!!!!!!!!!!

Night Guardians?

By: tron_harkon@yahoo.com

I think I must be the most spirit-blind person in the
world, but that might not have been always the case.
When I was a child, and for several years I saw some
apparitions that I then dismissed as my overactive
imagination. My family and I were living in a
brand-new appartment that we were renting from a
relative. We were the first to live in the place and
it was regularly blessed by a priest at least once a
year.
My younger brother and I were sharing the same room,
while our parents slept in their room with our baby
sister. Once I woke up in the middle of the night to
see two figures standing at the door of the room next
to the foot of my brothers bed with their arms crossed
to their chest. They were clear enough illuminated
partially by the green night-light that we left open
so that we would not be scared at night. One of the
figures was larger than the other and I thought that
they were our parents, just checking if we were OK.
"Mom, dad?" I asked.There was no answer and I was
terrified! I covered myself with my blankets and tried
to dismiis the whole situation as being a dream or
something. I looked again and they were still there! I
was terrified in earnest.I shut my eyes, pulled up my
covers and prayed they went away. I was so scared that
I could not even hear my own breath, so sloww;y and
quietly was I breathing. After awhile I checked again
and they were gone. The next morning I asked my
parents If they came to check on us during the night.
They said they did not...I decided then that my
imagination was overly active and I dissmissed the
whole thing as a mirage or something caused by the
green night light. The problem is that I saw the
figures several more times at night in the same
position. Sometimes there would only be the one I
recognized as female, sometimes there would be both of
them. I had gotten used to it and wasn't afraid
anymore, believing that I was only creating
imaginatory apparitions. Now I am no that sure. You
see I was fully awake and I saw the figures a lot of
times, alone or together. As we got older we even
removed the green light, but I saw the figures even
then. They never moved or made any sounds and once I
got used to it they were not unsettling or fearsome in
any way. I still do not know what has really happened
but I like to think they were just guarding our sleep.
Now many years later I regret having convinced myself
that it was just my imagination. I am afraid that by
doing so I unknowingly blinded myself to the spirit
world,whereas as a child I was much more perceptive.
Any comments would be really appreciated. Just mail
me.

My Various Experiences

By: lewall6@aol.com

I've had several different experiences throughout my lifetime. I am now 26
years old and still have paranormal experiences, some are related others are
not. My first experience happened when I was like 5 years old; I woke from
sleeping on the sofa to find this clown standing right in front of me, with
this wicked smile. When I sat up to get further away from it, it just
disappeared!! To this very day I am terrified of clowns. Later in the years
at about 10-13 years of age I would wake to find very tall dark cloaked
figures circling my bed. Throughout those 3 years it happened about 5 times,
and all I could do was cover my head with my blankets and pray they would
just leave. I always heard a droning kind of noise like unintelligible
chanting or something and would know they were gone and I could look around
by the absence of the noise. I was always fearful of these apparitions.
However, we also had a playful ghost in our home. This one would turn on the
radios or blowdryer when they weren't plugged in!! I would still get a
little uncomfortable, but if I said "could you please stop that, I'm trying
to study", it would usually leave me alone. My parents only believed that
our home was haunted when I brought them a working blowdryer that wasn't
plugged! Growing up I would sometimes see things out in public, thinking
they were ghosts that no one could see. Later I visited with a woman who was
labeled a psychic. I didn't feel crazy when she was able to describe the man
I was seeing at the time that no one else could see!! I've learned many ways
of meditation now to block these unwanted aparitions from bothering me in my
home. One thing I did want to touch on also, all throughout my preteen
years, and early adult years, I would have an ongoing dream. every night
this dream would start where it left off the night before, and in this dream
I would always be with a man that had yellowish-greenish eyes. You're not
going to believe this, but I ended up moving from my home state to the mid
west and there I met my husband. Guess what! He has those exact color
eyes!!!!

My Story

By: squirlycky32@netscape.net

I was little at the time so at the time i really didnt know what was
going on. Until i moved out of that house. I was like 6 or 7 but i
remeber like strange stuff happening in my house. Me and my sister
shared a room at the time. We use to get up in the middle of the night.
Cus the closet door handle would start turning. We would go hold the
door closed and count to 3 and run to my parents room.
Another time was it was a really bad night and it was storming out. I
had to go to the bathroom but i was afarid to go. I crawled to my
parents room to wake one of them up cus I was scared. So i was on my
hands and knees going to my parents room. So finally i got there i told
them i had to go to the bathroom they started taking me down the hall
and the light flickered on and off really quick and then at the end of
the hall i heard something like a plastic bag or something to that
matter moving and me and my dad ran back to his room as fast as we could.
Now see this house is a two story house so my grandparents lived
downstairs and we lived upstairs.
Some other things me and my sister accounted were we would wake up in
the morning. We'd hear tapping noises on the window and if we looked at
the window, turned on a light, or scream it would stop. I remeber this
happening numerous times.
Now after we moved other other relatives moved upstairs.
My dad told me one time. We were having a birthday party downstairs. And
my mom and dad claimed they heard people walking around upstairs. And
they went up to check cus they thought someone broke in but they said
there was no one there.
But then after we moved in my aunt and uncle moved in . My aunt worked
nights so my uncle was home alone. He claimed he heard people walking
around the hallways and it would creek.
But something happen to me and my sisters Boyfriend last month. We were
down there visiting my grandpa. If you stand in the kitchen and look
towards the living room. its really freaky and creepy. but theres a
dining room between the kitchen and the living room. So Geogre and me
were in there eating the walnuts and Geogre was sitting there and i
looked at him he had like a frighten look on his face. I looked over and
one of those light or orbs went floating by. It was like a yellowish
white color. I told him the house was haunted he didnt believe me. He
was so scared that he had to call his mom. But i have pictures of ghost
in the old house. They would hid stuff on us too.
Now, in this new house. I dont know whats going on. I dont know if its
ghost or just our imagination. But i have 2 other wintesses. It was
wednesday night around 1 a.m. Geogre my sisters boyfriend. Got up to go
to the bathroom and i heard him come out and go back to my sisters room
but like a few seconds after that i heard like people walking around but
no one was up. So i opened the door and i go "hello" and no response so
i was like whatever. Then i heard like someone knock but i didnt think
anything of it cus i have a hamster in my room. After that i heard
strange noises i didnt think of it as anything cus i was dead tired. The
next day i came home with my girlfriend. And Geogre walks into my room
hes like dude did u hear those nosies last night. I was like you heard
them too he hes like yea. He said that he went to the bathroom then he
heard someones door open and someone say hello that was me. But they him
and my sister Monique said they heard that knocking noise too that
scared the poop out of me.
But now here comes the good part. Saturday morning me and chris and
geogre were making a video of stupidity. Geogre fell out of the window
and i watched the video there is something window going around the house
inside and its scaring me

My Grandfathers

By: KelseyLu330@hotmail.com

my grandfather died when i was really little... everyone told me that when he died no one got to see him... but I KNOW I DID... i remember going to the hostipal and my mom going into his his hostipal room..... but i wasnt allowed to go in there...... but i remember hiding under one of those rolly things. My mother left for a while.. i knwo this because i remember hearing her yelling for me out in the halls asking people if they've seen a little girl. i talked to my grandfather... he told me he was okay and that he'll be better to hold me again and to not be sad because he is finE. thinking nothing not knowing about death i told him i missed him and hoped he got out soon so i could be with him again and then i left because i was afraid my mother would freak out if she couldnt find me any longer...i ran up to her and told her i got lost because shes left me all alone. anyway later that night we got "the phone call' my mother went crazy as did everyone else. i didnt know my grand father died until my mother was falling all over the place crying. I never cried when i heard her died... i guess when your 8 you have no emotions, even when you know that the person who you felt loved from the most and would always be there to make you feel your8 best , i would never see or talk to again. He died in dec. after that when i was nine the next year i started to get sad during the end of nov. and was so outta it by dec. then in jan id start to get to my normal self. EVERY TIME I CRY... for any stupid reason .... i cry out my grandfathers name and talk to him... because it feels like he is there , it feels like he is holding me rubbing my back like he use to whispering in my ear that everything is okay he is here to listen...
that would always happen and recently me and my boyfriend who i feel is the one for me had a really stupid fight.. weve been fighting alot becuase he is going into the army and im afraid ill lose him so i try everything i can to try and make him not go... we were talking and then it sounded like my grandfather say " listen to him , its okay , its okay" im not kidding you my boyfriend heard it too and we got freaked out.. i started to cry because i thought it was my grandfather... then my boyfriend told me that he had to tell me something....i was scared about what he was going to tell me i thought it was going to be something like he is going off to iraq ... he told me he had a dream about an older guy , and that the older guy told him that i could be a little crazy at times but not to worry its only cause she loves you, and some other odd stuff... so i asked him what this man looked like... he described my grandfather right on point.. everything was him my grandfather loves me... and knows whats best for me... and watches over me
in nov. this year my other grandpa died... he knew i loved quarters... i have an obession with them.. sorry im wierd... i started to get said again ebcause it was that time of year when i got depressed about my other grandfather and now i was sad about grandpa... i went outside in dec. because my dad had just got a new car and he was playing aroudn with it... i looked on the drive way and find a new quarter.. thought nothing of it then i went down the drive way and up again and in that same spot ther was a new quarter... then i went down the driveway one more time and found another quarter in taht same spot! i went inside the house and started to think of my grandpa.. so i think he is puttin them there.. every time i go down and up the drive way in that same exact spot theres always a new quarter waiting for me

My Grandfather

By: catzrule2000@hotmail.com

Hi everyone, well I just remembered something my mom told me. Of course I don't remember nothing because I was a school and little. Okay, my mom needed to sell the car, so finally after many days somebody was going to bye the car and was going to my houe to get the paperwork and car and the keys. It was time for the lady to come and get everything, but my mom didn't find the papers of the car!!!! Normaly she had all the importante paper in a drawer or something like that, but that day she was kinda scared because she didn't find them. My dad was working she called him and he didn't remember either. She prayed to God and to her dad (RIP), and the time was getting faster for the buyer to come. She was in her room praying when she smelt something very wierd. Beer and cigarrets. Nobody in that house drinks or smokes. My grandfather always drunk and smoked, he died of that. She followed the smell to the library, and, like in a trance, choose a book, opened it, and found the papers of the car. 15 min after the lady came and she sold the car. This really freaked my mom because not even my dad or mom put importante papers in a book. I'm sure grandad came to give a little push here, hehe. That's all, hope ya like it!! bye!

My Ghost Friends

By: MyGirlElisabeth2@aol.com

I am a little reluctant to tell this story, because I have told it before, and I assume a lot of people don't believe me. This is not a scary one, but it did spook me a bit.
I had moved in with some friends of mine from work when I was 18. This place was a duples on the corner of a very busy intersection. Both roads were only two lanes, which is why I think it was so dangerous. Anyway, a few months after I moved in, I started hearing noises and seeing things and all that good stuff. I never thought it to be anything supernatural, because this had happened to me throughout my whole life...as far back as I can remember.
I always have believed in spirits and ghosts and such, so I wasn't surprized when Michelle and Tracy told me about their ghosts that lived with them as well. They assumed it to be a man and a woman, and I believed them, because I had the feeling we weren't alone there. One night, I was cooking hamburgers and hotdogs for my two roomates, they were not home yet. With the way our lifestyle was, we only bought a small amount of food when we went shopping and we only cooked a small amount of food. So I was making 3 of each. Well, while they were cooking, I was reading a short novel. I had just flipped the hamburgers and sat back down to read. I am sure everyone knows the sizzling sound a hamburger makes when you press it down with a spatula. It is very similar to the sizzling noise made when hot grease pops over the pan and lands on the burner. Therefore, when I heard that noise a few more pages into my book, I didn't think anything of it. I just thought some grease popped out over the side of the pan. However, what did catch my interest is how long the sizzling went on at least 10 seconds, and it just got louder too. Well, this happened two more times, and I still didn't think much of it. I just figured it was time to flip the hamburgers again.So I did. They weren't done yet, so I sat back down and read some more. Well, after a few minutes of this, I heard it again. This is when I got a little spooked. I have cooked many a hamburger and never had the noise been long and loud when grease had popped. Again, this happened 3 times.
I looked into the kitchen ( let me explain that the dining room and the kitchen were practically the same room, so I could see the entire Kitchen from where I was sitting) and I saw smoke. To make sure the burgers weren't burning, I started to walk to the stove, until a slight figure or form appeared in the smoke. To me it looked like a woman, and just as soon as it appeared, it dissappeared, smoke and all. The hambugers were done perfectly, not burnt on the outside, no pink in the midde. I know it sounds like nothing, but it was real to me. I said "thank you" to whatever or whoever was there and finished cooking the rest of dinner.
There are more things that I have experienced, some that have terrifies me, and I would like to get someones opinion about them, but it is really hard to talk about. If you think you might be able to help mefigure some things out, please respond.

My Ghost Experiences At Quincy University

By: firehawk674@attbi.com

WARNING: This is long. It starts out slow, but gets better.
I'm sure there are many other people with many other stories about the school, but these are the accounts that I have witnessed myself. These all happened while I was a freshman living in the dorm.
Quincy University is a small Liberal Arts college (about 3000 students) in Quincy, Illinois. The college was started by the Franciscan Friars in 1858 in a storefront in downtown Quincy. The current college campus dates back to 1873.
When I enrolled there, all male freshmen were required to live in Padua Hall. (That requirement has since changed.) The large gray 4 story cement building is not very attractive and the cement block interior walls don't offer much warmth either. It's obvious that the building was made on a low budget with no architectural appeal in mind. From the outside, it looks like a giant cement shoebox.
My first day in the dorm, I felt a little uneasy. Maybe it was because I was in a new place and maybe because it had some residents who never left when the year was over. My best friend from High School and I roomed together on the 3rd floor. A few days after settling into our closet... er... uh.... room, we started making friends. We also found out that the 4th floor of the dormitory was unused and locked. The ghost stories about the 4th floor started immediately.
Before I get to my experiences (next paragraph, I swear), I want to describe the origins of the stories. It was believed that there was one ghost on the fourth floor. There were several variations on the story of the student who died. Many of the teachers refused to answer by just saying they knew nothing about it. Finally, we found a security guard who was willing to talk and he said there were most likely 2 ghosts. One incident happened the year before he started working there and the other happened 2 years after. He said that in the 1970's, the dorm was used to house seminary students with the college students. The first story goes that when Christmas break came around, one priest-to-be asked to stay in the dorm because his family had recently passed away and he had no home to go to. He was granted his request (the school even allows this today, but the rules for it have changed). While in the dorm by himself, he grew depressed over his choice to become a priest because of the loss of his parents. He proceeded to the shower where he hanged himself. The second incident was that a student was staying in the dorm over a long weekend because he wanted to spend time with his girlfriend. Well, she ended up breaking off the relationship that weekend. After several failed attempts to get her back, he jumped from the 4th story window of his room. I'll continue with some of the other stories the security guard told us later. For now, on to the ghost stories!
For several months, my roommate and I heard noises in the hallway on the 4th floor. The noises would echo down to our room on the third floor. They were mostly swishing noises, footsteps, mumbling or the sounds of furniture being moved across the floor. We got together with a few friends and decided to find a way onto the 4th floor. Eventually, we found a way to properly bend a coat hanger and slide it in while applying the proper pressure on the door so that it could hit the multiple spring loaded door locks.
The first time we got the door open, I refused to go. As the door opened it was like I was hit with a giant wave of fear. It wasn't laughable fear or just worry, it was all-out terror. All my friends called me a wuss and stuff, but I just couldn't do it. When my friends came back, they said it was just a very dark floor with a few security lights. They said nothing seemed unusual except for a shadow at the end of the hall. They said that every time they'd turn a corner, they'd see the shadow of a man running around the corner ahead of them. No matter how fast they ran after him, they couldn't catch it, even when they split up, took different routes, and met at the study lounge.
The second time, and every time after (except once), I didn't feel the "wave of terror" when we'd go up there. Anyway, by the second time, we'd collected enough evidence to know what to look for, so we headed to the bathroom to check out the shower stall. There were 4 shower stalls in each bathroom. In the first bathroom, all the shower stalls were open and we couldn't see any evidence of a suicide. We thought we might see a bent pipe, chips around the pipe where it stuck out of the marble dividers, or something to give us some evidence. We got to the second bathroom and found that it had a deadbolt lock on it. None of the other bathrooms had this. So, we improvised by drilling out the lock with a Dremel and we got in. In the second bathroom, there was a very very stale odor. Anyway, we found 3 of the stalls open. The fourth had the curtain pulled shut. I went to pull the curtain back and shivers started going up my spine. But there was nothing. I left the curtain open and we all went out into the hall to have a cigarette. After the smoke, "Eric" said he had to use the bathroom. We walked back in and the first thing I noticed was that the shower curtain was closed again. I distinctly remember leaving the curtain open. Everyone said I was full of shit, so I opened it again (I half expected to see something jump out at me). Eric finished taking a leak and we all walked out together. We wandered around the floor some more and went back in. The shower curtain was closed again. Opening the shower curtain became somewhat of a ritual whenever we'd wander the 4th floor.
The next time we went up there, we were hanging out in the Study lounge on the 4th floor. A couple of the guys decided to take all the cushions off the couches and pile them up to the ceiling in the corner. By the time it was done, the cushions were packed so tightly that we took turns crashing into them for goofs and giggles. They didn't budge! After that got boring, we stepped outside the room and immediately heard several loud noises. We ran back in and found the cushions strewn all over the room. They weren't just in the area where they were piled; some had flown across the room and landed behind other furniture 35-40 feet away. One friend tried to explain that the tight cushions just had enough force to fly that far when they popped. So, we stacked them again. This time, we hooked our belts together to make kind of a "tow line." We set this between the middle cushions. After they were tightly packed, we pulled and the cushions just fell into a heap. The one that traveled the farthest, only went about 10 feet. So, we stacked them again. This time we pulled from the top figuring that maybe the cushions below "launched" the higher ones. Again, they all landed within 10 feet. We sat around chatting about it for awhile and then Eric had to pee. I think he liked peeing in the 4th floor bathroom because he always had to go once we got up there. Well, we left the cushions on the floor and wandered into the haunted bathroom and saw the curtain closed, as usual. Eric took a whiz and washed his hands. He went to the paper towel dispenser and found that it was empty. He walked to the other one and it, too was empty. We searched the stalls for some toilet paper he could use and found none. Eric decided that it would be a good idea to beat the living shit out of the dispenser. He pounded the crap out of it and jokingly swore at it and cussed it out. He also made mention of the ghost all the paper towels to wipe his spectral ass. Finally, Eric stopped, wiped his hands on his pants and we all started to walk out. Eric was the last one out the door. I was just in front of him. As I stepped through the door, I turned off the lights and said, "Fuck ya, let the ghost ass rape ya in the dark." At that point, I heard a rustling noise. Eric kind of squealed like someone jumped out at him. We flipped the lights on and turned around. There, on the floor was a wad of crumpled up paper towels rolling TOWARDS us. We investigated. The angle of the paper towels trailed directly back to the haunted shower stall. The paper towel wad wasn't flattened, so it didn't look like Eric had hid them in his pocket and tossed them himself. The paper towels were also rolling towards us so if Eric threw them, they should have been rolling away. Now, had Eric thrown them at a wall hard enough to make them bounce off and roll back, I would have heard the swoosh of his arm and I probably would have heard an impact noise before the rustle. Finally, even if he did throw the paper towels, the direction in which they were rolling from would have been impossible unless it ricocheted off of 2 other walls. So, we tried throwing the paper towels at the wall. Every single time, they ricocheted into the haunted shower stall. Well, after concluding that Eric had pissed off the ghost enough to let his presence be known so boldly, we wandered back to the study lounge to get "Dan's" cigarettes and his lighter. As we walked in, something was very wrong. Maybe something was right, depending on your view. All the cushions we left strewn about the room were all neatly placed back on the couches. The chairs we were sitting in earlier were no longer pulled away from the tables either. Someone or something had put everything back. I'm very sure no human did it. We were only in the bathroom for about 15 minutes. The cleaning lady was the only other person who goes up there, but it was well after quitting time for her. Plus, had she been up there, she definitely would have heard us and she definitely would have called security. (Being on the 4th floor was a $500 security fine. Padua Hall was the ONLY dorm to have a fine like this. Being caught in an academic building after hours was only 2 hours of community service working garbage detail with maintenance or a $25 fine. And there are far more valuable things like computers, chemicals, etc. in the academic buildings.)
The next time was very uneventful. We hung out in the study lounge and one of my friends thought it would be a good idea to try and aggravate the ghost. Let me preface this by saying that I was 100% against this idea as were most of the other guys. On top of that, I want it to be known that "Dan" is a sicko. Anyway, Dan proceeded to drop his pants and take a massive shit right in the middle of the floor. Surprisingly, this didn't provoke the ghost like Dan thought it would. However, I think it was just
another thing that the ghost added to his list. His list of reasons to hate us, that is.
The next time we went up we'd spoken with a few people. One was a cleaning lady who'd been there forever. Probably since the school was founded. She was so old; she was like a walking holiday. She said that the kid who jumped out the window, jumped out of room 427. She said she remembered because that was the building she worked in at the time, so she had a part in cleaning up the room after the kid's parents came and got everything. The security guard said he didn't know the room number. After hearing that room 427 was haunted, I located the window of it from outside. I pulled out my binoculars and looked up there. It looked like the other rooms up there, but I saw something hanging on the back of the door (it faced the window), I also thought I saw some things tacked up on the walls, and it looked like there was something hanging on a hanger in the closet. Of course, the room was dark and the sun obscured things, but it looked like some things were still there even though the old lady said she cleaned it out. We started asking around about school ghosts even more and heard one from a student who said she saw someone in that room from outside. We thought she was just making it up since we gave her some info about it and because I know she liked me. We ended up dating for a few months later on. Well, every time I'd walk across the Quad, I'd look up at the window and I started noticing something. The curtains in all the rooms were open. They were always open. But in room 427, the curtains would be open one day, closed the next, partially open another day, etc. As a side note, I heard more and more about the "man in the window" as the years went on. Apparently, his appearances were becoming more frequent. It seemed like he was awakened, since the sightings seemed VERY limited up until the occurrence of what I'm about to tell you. I think we woke him up... We planned our break-in of the room and ran into trouble. The locks on doors we had at the dorm were somewhat difficult to open. Unlike the easy lock that was on the bathroom, these were connected to a mechanism that unlocked the deadbolt and then pulled back the striker. It wouldn't have been every easy to just drill out the lock and get in. Plus, we thought the cleaning lady might put 2 and 2 together and figure out that it was us. Anyway, above the doors was a transom. When the dorm was built, the doors had those windows at the top that would fold out. Well, the windows had been removed and a piece of wood that matched the door was installed. When it was installed, it was screwed in from the outside! The plan was to pop off the transom, throw Eric through the hole, and have him open it from the other side. So, we dragged a chair down from the study lounge and I pulled out my trusty cordless screw gun. I started chipping away the layers of paint over the screws. "George" was staked out at the door nearest to me. "Randy" was at the other end. Since it was during the day and the cleaning lady had already done her rounds, we weren't worried about having the other lights on. As I started to unscrew the first screw, the lights went out. I immediately looked at George and said, "Alright Fuck-o, funny joke, turn the lights back on." As I was unscrewing, I noticed that Randy was walking towards me and when the lights went out, I knew it had to be George because there were no switches near Randy. Just as I was calling George a "Fuck-o," I noticed that he had his face pressed against the tiny security window on the door. His hands were cupped around his face. He looked at me and I could see from his face that he was surprised to see that the lights were out. I asked Randy if he saw George shut off the lights. Randy said no. I reached around the corner to turn on the lights and realized that the Switches were about 10 feet from the corner. George COULDN'T have done it. We thought it might be a blown fuse, but when we flipped the light switch, the lights came back on. Someone or something actually flipped the light switch. Not to be scared away, I started to unscrew another screw. Immediately, we heard a very loud banging noise coming from the far end of the hall. It sounded like a frenzied animal banging on a door down the hall. I forgot about my other tools and we all just started to go downstairs! I was placing my lighter between the door and the jamb when we heard the banging again. This time, it sounded like it was at the door just across from the stairwell. We hauled ass! Panting and sweaty, we gathered everyone together and told the story to them in my room. After about 20 minutes or a half an hour, I decided to go back up and get my tool bag. I wasn't about to go alone, so I recruited Eric to come with me. Eric got to the landing in the stairwell that sits between the 3rd and 4th floors. All of a sudden, he froze. I turned and looked at him and he was staring at the door like a deer in headlights. All he said was, "Dude, this is fucked up. I-I-I-I-I just can't... No, dude... Fuck this... I'm not going." I didn't feel anything weird, so I just told him to stay there. All I had to do was lean in, grab my stuff, and get out, but I still didn't want to be totally alone. As I opened the door and leaned in I heard Eric shout, "Fuck this, Dude!" and he took off. Later, he would describe to me, the same "wave of terror" I felt the first time. I felt pretty comfortable for about the next 2 seconds. Then, I realized that we left the lights on. If someone turned them off, they surely would have taken my tools. All of a sudden the hair on the back of my neck stood up and I felt like someone was watching me. But it felt like someone was watching me from every direction. To my left, I heard a voice. The voice was very calm and very "warm." It sounded like a friendly voice and it said, "What are you doing here?" I looked over, expecting to see a security guard, but there was nothing. I looked to my right and saw nothing. My heart was pounding, but I just wanted to get my shit and leave! I summoned enough courage to lean in further and grab my tools. As I was backing out of the door, I reached down to get my lighter and all of a sudden I was consumed with a feeling of utter dread. The wave of terror washed over me again, but even more strongly than the first time. The door was still open a little more than halfway and I heard the voice again. This time, it started out calmly and finished in a bone chilling yell. All it said was "GET OUT!" I'll never forget it. It was long and drawn out. It probably took 6 or 7 seconds for it to scream those two words. And like I said, it went from calm to an almost demonic scream. In the last couple seconds, the voice had morphed into a voice that no human could produce. I nearly crapped myself right there. I ran down the stairs, falling most of the way. It took quite awhile before I calmed down. And even to this day, the incident is as clear as a bell.
After that experience, I was never too keen on the idea of going up. I think I only went up there a few more times after that and just very briefly. I wouldn't hang out with the guys up there anymore. Here are the 3 times I remember going afterwards.
The next time we went up, I was very hesitant. The chair I stood on was still in the hall and looked like it hadn't been touched. I looked at the door and immediately had to leave. In the door, someone had carved, "Help Me." I got a weird feeling. That feeling that someone was watching me again. So, I just left as fast as I could. Although it could have been another student who figured out our "bent coat-hanger" method, I'm not so sure it was. And I know my friends wouldn't have done it because if they had, they would have told me by now. It's been close to 10 years since this happened and I haven't known any of my friends to keep a secret (not even one of their own) for more than a few weeks.
Another time, we were all playing RISK in the 3rd floor study lounge when we heard something scraping on the floor above us. We all ran to the stairwells. Everyone ran to the front stairwell except for me and Randy. I ran to the back stairwell to make sure it wasn't students who were going to come down the stairs. Randy grabbed a coat hanger and met me at the rear stairwell. We got in, walked up front and let the others in. We stepped into the study lounge half expecting to catch a ghost, but as usual, nothing was there. We went back downstairs and continued playing RISK. Later, we heard the noises again and a couple of the guys ran up to check it out. They came back and reported that they saw nothing, but the furniture had been moved since our previous visit up there only about half an hour earlier.
The other time was when the floor was opened by the school to house high school students who were visiting because they were recruits being offered scholarships to play football for the school. Well, after the first night, we went up and questioned some of the students about anything strange going on. One kid said the shower (the haunted shower) only spewed out cold water. When I checked it, it came out hot. Another kid said something kept scratching at his door all night and he finally went to bed with the door cracked open because when it was open, the noise stopped. Another kid said he heard noses in the room next to him. That room was number 427. Surprisingly, it was one of the unoccupied rooms that night. The administration chose to keep it locked. But there were students in rooms 426 and 428. Finally, another student said he kept hearing noises like someone moving furniture at the end of the hall. (This is where I usually heard it because my room was right underneath the place he showed me.) This student also said he felt like someone was watching him when he was brushing his teeth or doing miscellaneous grooming in the bathroom.
I just recalled going up there 2 other times. I went up when I was a sophomore because my girlfriend wanted to see the floor where I had these experiences. She didn't want to stay long. She just said it was creepy.
The other time, I was a junior or a senior and I went up with the guys just for kicks.
Another story I have happened my sophomore year at one of the other buildings. Quincy University is divided into 2 campuses. Main campus houses all of the general education classes and North Campus houses all of the natural sciences, mathematics, and social sciences. Being a pre-med student, I lived at the North Campus dorm my sophomore year. The whole campus was one huge building with underground walkways as well as above ground walkways. It was divided into 4 buildings even though they were all connected. A build was the academic building. B building was a dormitory that had been converted into teachers' offices. D building was the dorm. But the interesting one was C building. C building was a dorm that was furnished but completely locked except for the basement. But there was no way into the dorm from the basement because all the doors were boarded up. Aside from the security lights and the magnetic locks on the doors, the power was turned off. I'd gotten kind of friendly with the lunch lady at the north campus. We got to talking about ghosts in the lunchroom one day and the lunch lady said the C wing tunnel connected to the storage room in the kitchen. She kept saying she thought the tunnel was haunted because it always freaked her out even to look down the dimly lit tunnel. She also said that she thought the dorm was closed because some kids in the 60's were doing drugs and some kid beat another kid to death. Since there was more dorm space than there were students, they closed the dorm the following year and moved everyone into D building. Well, we cross referenced the story with the security guard who said he didn't know the story, but he'd heard rumors about a ghost from some of the teachers. So, we started asking a few of our professors and one of them told us about a ghost in B building where his office was. He said the second floor of B building was still set up as dorm rooms and that it was locked unless there was a religious retreat being held there. He said that he heard noises on the second floor year round. Then he got to the story about C building. He agreed with the lunch lady's story, but he also said that he saw faces in the window of the courtyard door. So, for several days, my friends and I would run out and check the courtyard door at night. Almost every time, we'd see the same thing. There was always some kind of activity. Either we'd see shadows moving or we'd see a white mist go into a room. After quite a bit of prodding, we convinced our security guard friend to let us into C building to check it out. He opened the door and stepped in with me and another of my friends. I found out which room the murder happened in and it was the second door on the left. When we got to the door, we saw a padlock in addition to the regular deadbolt. The security guard tried all his keys, but none worked, not even on the door lock. Unfortunately, these doors didn't have transoms at the top. So, we continued forward down the short hallway. We turned the corner and a white mist stood down the corridor. It was just kind of a Christmas tree shaped blob of white mist. As we stared at it, it seemed to dematerialize, but it also seemed to move down the next corridor. At this point, the security guard told us we should leave. All he said was, "I don't know how I know, but I know we should get out of here. It doesn't want to be found. C'mon, let's go." So we left. But this didn't hinder us from our ghost hunting.
Well, we decided to wander through the basements looking for the tunnels. We broke into the maintenance shop and found the tunnel into B building. After entering, it was no surprise that it was haunted. We had to break a few door locks and pop a few hinges, but we eventually found our way into the auditorium. I didn't even know there was one, but it looked like something that should have been in a gothic church. The wood floor was horribly warped and it creaked and snapped as we stepped on it. There were huge cobwebs, the curtain was torn and hanging down, there was like 5 inches of dust on everything and it looked like someone stopped using the room as soon as it was built in the 1950's. The room looked like something out of the middle ages. It looked much older than its years. We then found the basketball court located behind the auditorium and it too looked ancient. The wood floor here was also splitting, warped and cracked. It looked like none of the planks were even with any of the others. As we started to leave, we heard someone cough. Not like someone coughing in another room, but a cough in the basketball court. It sounded through with a chilling echo. We turned around and saw no one, but then we heard footsteps. But the footsteps were solid. When we walked, we could hear the old neglected floor cracking and creaking under out weight. But these footsteps were solid, as if they were on a normal flat floor. I didn't feel uneasy about what was going on, but I did feel very unwelcome. Since I aggravated a ghost at Padua Hall, I didn't want to tempt fate here, so we left.
It wasn't until our junior year that any of us went back. We ended up breaking into the cafeteria because we found out that the cafeteria was a central location that had tunnels leading to every building. Never in my life have I seen a group of guys get so scared over nothing. We broke in to the cafeteria and went to the storage room. There was one tunnel heading towards C building. The other tunnels were in other rooms. We started down the tunnel to Building C. We came to a door that was locked, padlocked, magnetically locked, and chained. I looked through the tiny security window in the door and saw shadows. But we were in the basement. There were no windows. There were no real lights that could have created the shadows I saw. Randy ran upstairs and grabbed the bolt cutters. He came back down and clipped the padlock off. I thought I saw something in the window so I slowly drew my face to the window and the shadows were still there, but they seemed to be more like a dance in a strobe light now. I kept watching through the window as Randy clipped the chain with the bolt cutters. The next thing I saw was the white mist appearing from around a corner. I started telling everyone to look and only Kevin thought he saw something. Everyone else blamed it on a dirty window that hadn't been cleaned in decades. I started feeling uneasy and Kevin started questioning our activity. Randy started working on the hinges, but there was no way to get them out. They required a special key. Being somewhat of an electrician, they wanted me to start working on the magnetic lock. So, I pried off the wall plate where the key went and began rewiring the lock while Randy went to get the Dremel. He came back and drilled out the lock. By that time, I had cut the electricity to the magnetic lock without tripping the fire alarm and Kevin and "Mike" had their faces pressed against the security window. As soon as randy popped the lock, we pushed the door open. Randy had been the "rock solid" member of our team. He kept saying we were imagining things, but when that door opened and we were face to face with a white misty blob that seemed to be half materialized into a the figure of a man, Randy changed. I don't mean that he changed his mind, he changed. It was like he was in a trance. It was very similar to the way the security guard acted the year before. As Randy cleared his throat, the shadows disappeared and the white mist dissipated as it moved off down a corridor. All he said was, "Guys, this isn't a good idea. I think we should leave. I don't think he wants to be found." Later, we questioned Randy about what happened to
him. He wasn't really sure. He said he felt like he knew we shouldn't be there, but he didn't know how he knew. He still seemed kind of shocked. He wasn't his usual "loose" self. I then asked him why he said those exact words and he said, "I don't know. I was saying the words, but I wasn't thinking the words. I was thinking we should fuckin' run, but I didn't run. I just looked at it and I heard myself talking and then we were walking away. I don't know what the fuck happened!" When I asked what he thought the blob was, he got a really confused look on his face and said, "It was the kid they hung. They didn't beat him; they hung him in his room. He doesn't want anyone else to get hurt." When questioned about how he knew, all he could say was, "I know, but I don't know how." I asked him who he thought would hurt us and he said, "Curtis. He did it. He hung him." The weirdest thing about the entire incident happened the next day. Randy was acting his usual self and he didn't seem to remember a lot about the previous night. He said he remembers going in, getting scared, and leaving. He remembers talking to us back in my room, but he said he wasn't sure what we talked about. When I told him about the things he said, all he said was, "Damn. That's fucked up. You sure I wasn't shit-faced?" It seemed like he
knew what went on, but couldn't believe that he couldn't remember the details.
Later, I asked the security guard who let us in before if he remembered what happened. Maybe it was because so much time had passed, but he said he didn't remember anything more than trying to unlock the padlock. According to his recollection, we left right after that. I asked who he thought the ghost was and he said it was probably the kid who got killed. I prodded him a little more, but he didn't seem to remember anything.
Many months after the investigation about the C wing tunnel being broken into, we asked the lunch lady about the story she told us. We asked if she knew anyone's names and she said she'd try to find out from her mother who was the lunch lady back then. A few days later, she told us the kid who died was named Brian and the kid who killed him was named Curtis. She also told us that she was wrong about the murder. Her mother told her that it happened in 1969 or 1970 and the story goes like this. Curtis was at a party in the dorm and he was doing some drugs. He went to Brian's room to harass him because Curtis was an asshole jock and Brian was kind of a nerd. They got into an argument and Brian tried to slam the door. Curtis just went nuts, beat Brian into unconsciousness and then hanged him in his room. Supposedly, Curtis went back to his party and partied all night long. And apparently, no one found Brian's body till a couple days later. We never found out what Curtis's last name was and mysteriously, the yearbooks from 1968, 1969, and 1970 were all missing from the library. I checked in earlier and later yearbooks, and although I found a lot of people named Brian, I could find no one named Curtis.
Well, I'm sorry my friends and I chickened out so much and left some of these stories incomplete, but sometimes it was just a little too much to handle. All in all though, I think we confirmed some of the ghost stories (albeit, some were by strange means) and we had a lot of fun doing it.
I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I apologize for any spelling errors or grammatical errors. If you have any comments, questions, or stories from the school too, please e-mail me at firehawk674@attbi.com.

My Ghostly Experiences At Bachelor's Grove

By:gwright81@attbi.com

Bachelor's Grove is a well known haunted cemtery in Midlothian, Illinois. Not only is the cemetery haunted, the woods surrounding the cemetery are home to quite a bit of paranormal activity. I live in nearby Palos Hills and during high school, Bachelor's Grove was a popular place with my group of friends. Here is a collection of stories as well as comments about all-night stake-outs.
One time out at Bachelor's Grove, three friends and I decided to wander the woods around dusk. This would prove to be one of the wierdest days of my life. The little trek start out normal enough as we began walking up the withered road off of Midlothian Turnpike. As we approached the cemetery, Dave and Chris started walking into the woods to the south. Jim and I continued west. About 100 feet into the woods, we saw an old man walking. He was dressed quite normally and I assumed he was just a litle old man who lived nearby and he was out for a walk. As we got closer, I could see that he was carrying an old fashioned lantern. Although he was slightly off the left, he always seemed to be heading towards us despite the bushes and stuff that were in his way and we figured he was on a path that we couldn't see yet. Jim and I kept walking forward as we watched him. Soon, he was behind a tree and we couldn't see him. The next thing I remember is Jim screaming, "Holy Fuck!" I swung around to look at the old man and saw him emerging from the tree. I couldn't believe I was seeing a man walk THROUGH a tree, but I saw Jim running so I started running too. Once we got back to the entrance path, we stopped and looked back, but we didn't see anyone. About 10 minutes later, after we caught our breath and calmed down, we went to look for the guy who was heading toward us at the time. But he was nowhere to be found.
Somewhere to the south of the cemetery (I got a little disoriented in the woods, but I believe it was south west) there's a log altar. Well, there used to be and i don't know if it's there anymore. We stumbled upon this while wandering the woods in hopes of finding the diappearing house. It's a cleared area about 50-75 feet in diameter. Around the outer edge are several felled trees that are serving as benches. In the middle is 4 logs standing "tee-pee" fashion over a firepit. When we were there, there were pages of a bible burned in the pit along with plastic parts of a plastic baby doll.
During an all night stake-out with my cousin on the 30th anniversary of a confirmed "blue light sighting," we spent some time in the parking lot of the recreation area behind Bachelor's Grove. Looking through the woods, we could see little sparkles moving. They looked a lot like twinkling orbs. Having a 4x4, my cousin pulled right up to the treeline and we peered in. We could still see the twinkles, but they were slightly more intense. After watching them for awhile, we thought they might be headlights, so we went around the front of Bachelor's Grove only to find an empty roadway. We sat there for about 40 minutes and only a couple cars went by. It couldn't have been headlights because the twinkles weren't in much of a pattern and they were constant. They never stopped for awhile except once for about 5 minutes around 3 AM. If it was headlights, there would have had to have been a steady stream of cars going down that road for a couple hours between 2 and 4 AM. I find a steady stream of cars at that hour to highly unlikely.
Maybe it's just me, but I've always felt that I have a pretty good sense of direction. Whenever I was out in the woods around Bachelor's Grove, I always felt disoriented. I would always end up going in one direction and I'd find myself popping out somewhere that I shouldn't have been. Even then, it would always take me awhile to figure out what direction I was in relation to the cemetery. There was one time that I couldn't figure it out at all. My friends had to lead me back through the woods and even then we popped out somewhere else. One of my friends finally realized where we were and he ran around using the main streets to get his car and pick us up.
I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I apologize for any spelling errors or grammatical errors. If you have any comments or questions, please e-mail me at firehawk674@attbi.com.

Mental Institution

By: BlaineBabe1066@aol.com

I was staying at a hockey camp up in northern Minnesota last summer, in 2002. I was 14 then, 15 now. Nothing strange had happend until the last night. Me and my 3 room mates were lying in bed just talking. We eventually fell asleep. I kept waking up in the middle of the night, hearing like a faint mumbling sound. I looked out the window and saw a car right outside the window, and it was running. There was a guy in the car and he looked like one of the coaches, so I just ignored it and crawled up the ladder to my top bunk. Right when I got situated, there was a knock on our door. I was wondering why someone was knocking this late, when the curfew was 10:30. I got up and opened the door to see the guy in the car, which was my coach. He didnt say anything and I was freaked, because there was no way he could have gotten in the building that fast when he was just outside. I ran over to the window and the car was still there, with him in it. I went back to the door and he was gone. I thought this was really strange, I just ignored it and told myself I was overtired from waking up at 6:00 a.m. for a week straight. I went back to sleep and woke up again at 2:49 a.m, I remember seeing the glowing green numbers in the dark room. I sat straight up in my bed, because I heard wheels rolling. I knew what it was, it was a hospital bed. I had a vision in my head of a nurse pushing a rolly-bed with white bloody sheets. My room mate that was across the room from me on the other top bunk had been awake and asked what was wrong because I looked pale and I just had sat up so fast. I told her and she said she had been hearing things also that night. The next day I went to eat breakfast and I noticed a big chimney in the kitchen. It was like a fireplace, only it didn't have an opening to put wood. It was a skinny square. I went in the basement later that day and found a little metal door attatched to the chimney that had been chained shut, but not all the way. My friend had been with me and said "Hey that looks like a crematorium." She was right, it was. There was ashes in it because we could sort of peak in the crack because it wasnt chained all the way. Thats what the chimney was for. I went home that night and my parents asked me how it was. I told them it was fun. My dad said something like, wow I'm surprised you weren't freaked out. I guess the place isn't haunted because we found out it used to be an old mental institution, we just didnt want to scare you since you had to stay there for a week. I was so freaked out by this. Also, I never thought about this but on the first day there when one of the coaches was touring us the place, (she was a new coach, it was her first time staying there) she had led us down this one hallway with brown carpet, it was really dark and didnt have windows. The walls were a faded yellow and it was really smelly. Then she said, oh no this is the wrong hallway! NOBODY is aloud back here. Then she led us out. I didnt think about it at the time though. Me and my friend decided to "investigate" that hallway, so we walked down to end of the hallway one night, and there was a big cabinet, and the smell was so bad. I swear it smelt like dead people, even though I havent smelt that before. Hopefully this summer will be even more interesting, I'm leaving to go there on June 22nd. Email me with questions or comments, or if you want an update, if you email me I will send it to you after I get back!! BlaineBabe1066@aol.com

Livermore,,,,Blairsville,Pa.

By: MStefa1024@aol.com

I noticed your page and thought I would send this story along,,,What I am about to tell you is 100% truth..I would swear by all that I believe to be sacred that this was an actual experience..This is a very accurate account of my one and only visit to Blairsville,Pa,, Livermore to be exact... the place my brother and I have since named "The Lake Of Death"
In mid summer of 2000 my brother and I would take many night fishing trips to different areas of westmoreland county,,,about 45 east of Pittsburgh,Pa.
These trips were a weekly routine for us,,, something we both very much enjoyed.
One day I was at work talking to a truck driver about fishing,,when he told me of a lake in Westmoreland County that he often fished,and with great success,, The truck driver's directions to the lake were sketchy at best,,but we decided to try to find the lake on our own,,,
That evening my brother and I packed our fishing gear and embarked on the journey to find the new hot spot to fish,,, we drove for what seemed hours until we came upon a dirt road, at the entrance to the road was a gate, constructed of rusty steel pipe which was,,at one time painted red,, We decided to enter through the rusted steel gates and see if the dirt road would lead us to the elusive lake.
we drove for a mile or two and we came upon a clearing,,It was very dark by now ,,well past midnight,,probably closer to 1 a.m. It was also very,,VERY dark,,
Too dark to actually see much of the area where we had arrived,,
we each unloaded our fishing rods, and began the trek through a patch of trees,,and thick,high weeds,to the lake..which was probably about 50 yards from the dusty dirt road we had parked on..
Making our way down to the lake was an adventure in itself,,The area leading to the lake was somewhat marshy.. weeds were high and very thick the ground was soft,,almost the texture of soft mud,,and in some spots,,if you stood still for too long, you would begin to sink in..after about 20 minutes of beating our way through this dense marsh,,,, we finally found suitable spots from which we could fish,,,
From the start, something seemed to be not quite right,,an eeriness which I can not describe.
This was a huge lake, during the prime of Bass season.. and there was no sign of life,,anywhere... there was not another soul near the lake ,,,no fishing lanterns,,
there were no signs of debris,,which sometimes unsportsmanlike fishermen will leave,,No empty beer cans,, No empty bait containers,, ,,, no other fisherman,,Nothing .........only my brother and me.
Something I also noted was a very huge tree sprouting out from the middle of the lake,,and another very large tree on the shore to my left,,both trees were completely dead and leafless,, soon after,,my eyes adjusted to the darkness..
I noticed silhouettes of numerous other such trees,,also leafless and dead
After about 20 minutes of fishing, I heard my brother loudly yell "WHOAAAA" which was followed by a loud and raucous splashing in the water..I heard his fishing reel buzzing as whatever creature was hooked at the other end of the line pulled frantically to escape,,,taking more and more of the line from the spool of the reel ,,my brother reeled and tugged,, working diligently as he attempted to reel in his prize,,
He and the unseen creature both continued a fight which lasted for more than 5 minutes. Suddenly.. the loud snap of breaking nylon string was heard,and the fight was no more,,the " Big one" had gotten away.
After the excitement had somewhat died down,,, I looked down, and noticed
that I had sunken in to a very soft mudlike pool,,I was submerged well past my ankles,almost mid-calf,, and as I tried to remove my feet,,I seemed to sink deeper into the lakeside muck,,, My brother had come over to the area I was fishing from to get a new lure to replace the one he had lost just moments earlier.....
I, at this point was beginning to panic and began calling for his help,,also while cautioning him to step with care,, by the time my brother arrived I was nearly up to my knees in the mud,,, grabbing for his extended a hand.
My brother pulled me out of the soft mud,, and at this point,we had both decided that we had seen enough,,and the time had come for us to depart.
We immediately picked up our belongings,,and began the return trek to the dirt road from whence we had come...When we had finally reached the road,,we noticed that we had walked a bit farther through the marsh area than we were aware of,,, we were quite a bit farther down the dirt road from where we had initially began our walk to the lake.. My brother's car was barely visable,,, most probably 100 yards away,,
We began walking back to the car when we noticed that we were in the midst of some very old abandoned buildings,,the glass in the windows was all still intact,,and very old,,wavy and distorted, the type of glass that was poured into sheets,,not rolled smooth,,
The old buildings looked as if they were something out of the "old west"..
It almost seemed as if this place had been forgotten by time.
we walked farther down the road and my brother's car was now in sight. as we got closer to the car,, we noticed an old woman standing in the middle of the road.
The lady had a broom in her hands ,,and she was sweeping the dirt road,,,.her hair was mostly gray,,and pulled to the top of her head in a neat bun..she wore no jewelry,,her shoes were of a very plain design..they appeared to be made of black leather..a very thin sole and heel, and certainly not a modern style,,I also noticed her clothing,. a medium blue flower print dress,full length..with a white sash around the waiste looking very much to be from the civil war era the clothing had a home - sewn look to it..similar to the clothing worn by the Amish....The thing that really caught my attention tho,, was the broom she used,,, this was not the modern design broom that one would see today.. but a long - handled broom with some type of dark clored..straw for a brush,,The head of the broom was not flat, like modern brooms,,but rounded,,almost like an artists paintbrush.
There was no metal wire ferrule on the broom,,but rather,, the straw appeared to be attached with some type of hemp cord. The woman greeted us with a wide smile, "Good evening gentlemen" she spoke,,,"Doing a little fishing tonight are you ??"
Her voice was soft and kind,,with a tone of matronly innocence to her voice,,,
I replied "yes, we were just----"   My brother interrupted,, " Do many people fish here ??"
"Oh yes" the old woman responded,her smile broadening,,, "this is a great place to fish,,,,in fact,, My son is down there right now,,,Ohh he just loves to fish,,,,I am just waiting for him to come up,,but,,you know,,it is getting late and he should be coming up soon,,,,"
We both smiled politely, bit her a good night, and made our way to the car... I turned and looked over my shoulder.. I could see the old woman in the blue dress watching us walk away as she continued to sweep the dusty dirt road..
when we reached the car,,,we did not our usual procedure of disassembling our fishing rods,,,and placing them so carefully in the trunk of the car,,,,instead,.,we threw the equipment into the backseat area and left with all speed. I recall,,when my brother put the key into the ignition slot. i kept saying to myself,,
"Start you bastard,,Don't get us stuck here" The car started without a problem,,as I heaved a sigh of relief,, I couldn't get away from the place soon enough.
A few days later,,my brother re-visted the site,,this time, he visited alone,, and during the daylight...
Not far from the spot we fished from,, he found a narrow railroad bridge which crossed the lake,,,He walked out about half way across the lake and looked down at the water,,he explained what he saw as follows:
" This was the strangest thing,,There is an old stone railroad bridge crossing the lake near the spot where we were fishing..I'd say the bridge stands about 20 feet above the water.. I got curious,,and picked up a large rock,,,say maybe a bit larger than a softball, weighed probably weighed about 5 lbs. I walked out on that bridge,,,probably 60 feet out... and I looked down into the lake,,,there was NOTHING in that water,, I saw no plants.. no algae,,, no signs of fish,,or any type of life...    Hell,,there were no rocks,,,no plants... no litter in the water,, not even a frog or a catfish.
The water was very calm and crystal clear,,and from where I stood on the bridge,,,I could see the floor of the lake,, .. I dropped the rock into the water from the bridge... I could see it hit bottom,, and when it hit the bottom,,,
I swear,,,,it was as if I had dropped it into a large bowl of pudding,,it sunk right into the floor of the lake. Just looked as if it had been swallowed ..and after it was "swallowed"...you couldn't even see an entry mark,,
After that,, I walked back , and looked around the area surrounding the dirt road ,,I saw no signs of life anywhere,, the entire place is desolate ,,,"
Since this time,,So many thoughts have entered my mind,, One,,,why would a woman be sweeping a dusty dirt road ?? Why was the woman out on this dirt road,,AFTER 2 a.m and speaking to two complete strangers ???   Why was she waiting for her son ?? WHERE WAS HER SON ??? he certainly wasn't fishing on the lake ,,and why would he leave his aged mother to walk in a dark,desolate place, while he went to fish for a few hours??
Since this incident,,I have heard many stories of a "haunted" cemetery which is suposedly near the spot where we fished,, I have heard stories of a town which had been flooded,, and very few, if any survived the tragedy,,, and people seeing the townspeople still walking about the area....
What I saw was indeed real,, My brother saw the same things and his story would coincide with mine,,, Neither my brother nor I partake in alcohol or drugs.. we did not imagine this strange chain of events,,, I can still very vividly see the old woman's face,,the clothing ,,the broom. even her voice is a crisp memory which will not soon be forgotten.

Indiana Haunted places; Reelsville train trestle; lady in cement

By: Quantrex454@aol.com

My friends and I used to climb up in this trestle at night to "party". We had all heard the stories of the "woman in cement", but never took them seriously. One Saturday morning, I had to go back to the trestle to retrieve my wallet and watch that I'd left from the night before. I was surprised by a woman who appeared to be not much older than me (I was 20 at the time) who was standing in the 3rd arch of the trestle (where we had been partying), holding both my wallet and my watch. As she handed them to me she said she didn't approve of young people "cavorting and frolicking with alcohol" and was afraid someone would get hurt. (The arches are a considerable distance up from the roadway and open at each end. A fall would be dangerous if not fatal, even from the lowest ones.) She talked about how nice it must be to have friends and the freedom to go out and have fun. She seemed kinda sad, perhaps lonely. I assumed she lived close by since there was no car other than mine parked below, so I told her that if she ever heard us here, that she was more than welcome to join us even if she didn't drink or smoke. She smiled and said she would consider it. I told her I had to leave and that if she was leaving, I'd help her down thru the arches to the ground. She got a panicked look on her face and said she couldn't leave. I didn't press the matter; but felt that the conversation was over and I did need to go. I said goodbye and told her that I hoped to see her again and walked down to the end arch of the trestle before realizing that I hadn't even asked her name. I walked back up to where she had been and she was gone....no sign of her and only my boot prints in the layer of mud that is at the bottom of these arches. I walked that entire trestle, inside and out, and never saw her or any tracks leading away from it.
When I climbed back down to my car, the details of the encounter began to strike me as strange. It was like a fog lifting from my mind. While I was talking to her, it had been as if I wasn't the least bit curious about her and that is very unusual for me. She had a rather old fashioned choice of words in her vocabulary and was wearing a long, plain white dress, barefoot with no jewelry and no makeup. She had brown hair, brown eyes; stood about 5' 4" and looked about 135-150lbs. I was wearing a sweater and heavy military field jacket and fatigue pants, boots and gloves and was still chilled while she showed no signs of being cold at all. Like I said, it didn't even dawn on me to ask her name, although she addressed me by mine several times, and I simply assumed (or felt) that she lived close by. She had been very friendly and I was perfectly at ease talking to her until I mentioned helping her leave.
I've never mentioned this to anyone simply because I couldn't prove any of it; but it did happen just as I described. I've never been back since that day as had I joined the military and the party the previous night had been my "going away" party. None of my friends ever mentioned any unknown woman showing up at any of their parties at the trestle after I left, so I don't know if she took me up on my invitation or not.

Hospital Visit

By: SndKnndy@aol.com

my experience happened when i was about 13. my cousin and i decided to sneak into an old hospital which is now used as a day hospital. we decided to go in through the back end which had been closed for years. when i stepped in i got this chilling feeling throughout my body, i never told my cousin because she would just have laughed (so i thought). my cousin at the time was intrested in becoming a nurse or doctor when she was young and thought it was great being around old medical records an equipment. i syood in the door way and heard her call my name, it was coming from upstairs and just setting foot on the first step send a fear all through my body which made me feel as my nerves where going high speed. i ran up the stairs in 5 seconds flat. when i walked about i relised that we must be in the old childrens unit, after we were up there about 5 minutes i could hear babies crying i just looked at my cousin, grabbed her hand and ran as fast as i could trailing her behind when i got outside i was full of reliefe. we both were staying with our grandmother that weekend and late that night i sneaked into bed wiyh my grandmother and told her the whole story. she then explained that in world war 2 hitler had bombed the hospital and killed all the children and new born babies. my granmother used to work there and told me that a nurse and two doctors also haunt there. a few years later me and a few of my friends were dared to go back in. we went in and were near the old childrens unit an alarm like noise filled the building and we all had to jump out the window onto the roof top i was last out and in a state of scock my friend later told me as i was jumping out a black shadow was reaching towards me. now when i see the old hospital i get chills down my spine. i was always a believer in ghosts as it runs in my family to be physic or have a special connection with ghosts im just glad its been passed on to me. even right now as i write this there is a chill around me but thats another story!

Haunting in my House

By: tezbikers@hotmail.com

hi im terri i am 16 nearly 17 years old and i live in england throughout my life i have experienced many sightings and i have well did experience a terriyfying haunting which took place for 13 years. I was about 3 yrs of age when i experienced my first encounter with this thing (i call it a thing because it was evil) i was asleep and i woke up and saw this big black face it was blacker than when its dark and it had sharp teeth an thats all i can remember and i ran screaming into my mum and dads room and they moved my younger sister in so i wasn't alone and thought i was making it up that it was a nightmare.
It was about 2 years later that me and my sister had our 2nd encounter with the thing, i was asleep and i woke up and had an urge to open the curtains and look outside, i looked outside and saw this mans face it was a victorian he had a top hat a beard and the most evil looking eyes you can ever imadgine and he was laughin at me i was screamin i was hysterical and so my sister woke up because i was screaming and she saw the thing and was screaming at it (even now if you put me and my sister into two different rooms we both draw the exact same man that we saw that night) ever since i saw that man i would be haunted by him for years untill we moved house.
On most nights i would hear someone walking around my bed at night, my cats wouldnt dare go into my room at night, clothes would go missing never to be seen again. and that happened right untill i was 10 and it started to go into poltergist activity. When i was 10 i had a major operation on one of my legs and so i couldn't walk - i think it liked that i couln't walk anywhere because i was basically helpless. I would wake up with bruises and cuts that weren't there when i fell asleep, one night i woke up and felt someone trample all over legs like they were jumping up and down on them.
I was 11 years old when i had the bedroom all to myself (i wanted my own space and so my sister moved out in2 the bedroom down the hall) my bedroom wud face the stairs it was next to the bathroom, and my parents and sisters bedrooms were down the landing i thought i would re decorate and change the whole layout (i read somewhere that if you changed the layout they would disapear how wrong was i?!) i think it just made it even more worse :( anyways it would throw stuff at me and bang things agaisn't my bed and one night i had this chair and when ever someone sat on it it would click and all night it would click by itself everyone in the house heared it i was so scared that i hid under my covers and said the lords prayer after that my mum and dad heared footsteps coming from my room almost every night. we moved out a couple of years later and yes we had the house blessed 6 times and it still wouldn't go away. since we have moved out there has been 10 owners that have lived in that house and we moved out 2 years ago. u can email at tezbikers@hotmail.com

Haunted Hotel ?

By: yorkwise@msn.com

A few years ago my husband and I went to a convention in Chattanooga, Tn. We stayed a few days after and had to change hotels, so we just drove through the city and found a beautiful old Raddison. We checked in and took our things to the room, but forgot something in the car ( which was down in the parking garage). I volunteered to go to the car.... On my way down the hall I felt as if people were rushing past me in both directions. I was the only person in the hallway at the time. Later on someone with the hotel told us that it was a hospital during The Civil War. Have you heard any other stories about this place ? I would love to know if anyone else has felt or seen anything.

Haunted For All My Life

By: jay@lewiscounty.com

Dear Shadowlands, I looked you up on the net about three years ago. I never wrote anyone about my experiences but I've read most of your stories and my son and I have always liked good ghost stories, not blood and horror though.
As long as I remember I have had a ghost or a spirit with me. I don't think it's the same one though. When I was three or four years old, I used to go into the hall closet and sit in the dark. I sort of remember that I used to see stars there. My sister and I used to sit in there for hours. My sister is a couple of years older than me and I would be home when she was at school. One day I was in the closet and a little boy appeared to me and need less to say I remember freaking out. My mom said that we couldn't sit in the hall closet anymore. My mother even looked frightened. That was unusual too. Well, I don't remember the time frame but he started appearing to me in the bathroom, my bedroom, anywhere there was nobody around. I called him "Twinkle". I think because I first saw him in the hall closet where I would see stars. Well, I remember he wore knickers and what looked to me like Mary Jane leather shoes with three straps and buttons. He had beautiful black shiny hair and very blue eyes. He was probably six or seven. I knew it wasn't right to talk about him so I used to keep him a secret. I know most people think he was probably an imaginary friend. I think imaginary friends disappear around a certain age, but, I had him in my life until the day we moved out of that house, I was nine years old. He was very harmless and I loved him as a brother. He said one day he was in a wagon and fell out and died. As I got older I knew he was a ghost. I remember when we moved I asked him if he was moving too. He said that he would never see me again when I moved. We moved to different state and I was lonely for him, but I got over it quick. We were very poor and my dad finally got a break and landed a good job. The house we moved into was five times bigger and nicer and newer. It was a new world for all of us. Our house seemed normal for a short while. Then one night I was taking a bath and I thought my sister was in the bathroom and I started talking to her and I looked up and saw a very old woman and I thought that was brass, that my mom let a stranger use the bathroom when I was in there. As I got up to pull the curtain shut I realized that she wasn't using the toilet, she wasn't sitting down, she had no bottom half! I closed my eyes tight and looked again and she was gone. I was very shaken up and I mentioned this to my sister and she looked very concerned , she asked if she could sleep in my room that night. I thought she was worried about me but she was very scared. She told me that she had seen two old people in our house and she thought she was crazy. She cried most of the night. We asked our mom and dad if we could share a bedroom and turn her room into a wreck room. My dad laughed and said that he was really surprised that we wanted to share a bedroom, after all of those years of us sharing a room, he thought that we needed our own space. My mom however didn't think that we were telling the truth and she really pushed the issue. I thought she would think that we were crazy, she didn't. She had some unexplainable things happen. Well there were five of us kids. I'm the youngest. My sister and I are closer in age than the rest of my sister and brothers. My mom had three kids within three years and waited ten years to have my sister, I was a very big accident. My brother was very kind to me and we were close. He is twelve years older than me but he has always been a good friend. I told him about the old people we saw and he thought we were making things up. One night him and a friend were sleeping in the wreck room (that used to be my sisters room), and he and his friend woke up to screaming and shaking beds and things being thrown at them. His friend was so freaked out, he left and my dad followed him home in his car because he was so visibly shaken. When my dad got home he was so angry, I think because what ever this thing was, it was out of his control. My mom and dad were fighting the rest of the night. My mom wanted to move and my dad wasn't about to. He thought we were watching too much T.V.. My brother said that he would never go to that side of the house again. He never did, he moved out a couple of weeks later. We didn't see any ghosts for awhile until my dad announced that he was being transferred to San Francisco. Then the night before we moved my sister and I were sleeping in the living room because our beds were stripped for the movers. We heard my parents talking and I thought that my mom had a cold and then it dawned on me that my parents were out that night and my sister and I were alone. I woke my sister up and she said that it was probably the T.V. and I half heartedly agreed. But I knew that all of our T.V.'s were unplugged. I went to sleep and had a dream that an old man and woman were being tortured and I was helpless to help them. I woke up screaming that he was stabbed and my parents came rushing in the living room to see what all the screaming was about. We were all in the living room and we all heard two people screaming. My dad went into his room to look for his gun and mom was hugging us so tight I think I could have passed out. The lights were flickering on and off and we were all scared and then my dad yelled get the hell out of here!! It all stopped, and we heard a lady crying. My dad took us all (in our pajamas) to Carl's Jr. for a burger. He sat there shaking and drinking coffee and my mom was just denying everything. She said it was all bad dreams and stress. My dad looked like he was going to cry. I felt so bad for him. My mom finally started making sense. I was so mad at these ghosts that when I got home I secretly cursed at them and I heard a ladies voice saying shhhhh. I said out loud that I wasn't afraid if them and to leave us alone. I felt so in charge of my own feeling that I was almost giddy. I slept soundly until I heard the moving truck pull up and we all were still asleep and I heard a loud boom, my dad thought the truck hit the house. We could never figure out what that sound was. The movers were very quick and the next thing we knew they were almost done and the last room was the wreck room. There was two Mexican men who only spoke Spanish and I could tell one of them was praying and the other one was arguing with the boss. They would not go in the room! My dad could speak Spanish and I heard him tell my mom that the men both saw an old man who was transparent. The boss ended up going in and moving the furnisher out into the living room. We were headed out the drive way when our neighbor came out to tell us good-bye and stuff, he said that he wished that he could have been a better neighbor but he wouldn't go into the house where his brother killed an old couple for drug money. I felt my face run out if color. We never talked about that again. I thought to my self that people knew about this house and nobody told us about the murders. I guess that's why the rent was so cheap for that neighborhood. It was 1976 and it was a five bedroom house with a pool and several fruit trees. The rent was 150.00 a month. My parents had the option to buy it too,Thank God my dad was transferred.
My story doesn't end here, we moved into a beautiful town house and my sister had a ghost follow her around, I decided that I was through with ghosts and told all spirits to leave me alone. She took my advise and told them to be gone. She told me that she said to the little girl ghost that she was jealous that she was alive and she was dead. My sister woke up the next morning with a burn mark on her stomach. After that we lived a normal life and we eventually moved back to Washington state and we lived in a nice and quiet house until we both got married. My sister married young and I had my son in high school and I thought he was the best thing in the world. I still do, he shares my interest in ghosts and the unexplained. we moved out when he was two. We moved to a different town and I had a nice mobile home and it was isolated practically in the woods. I loved that house. My son started having bad dreams and I was "ghost-less" for so long that I never thought the house was haunted. I had a daughter when my son was three, he was used to having me to him self. I thought he was doing weird things to get my attention. One night I got up and my dish washer was in the middle of the living room and the phone would ring and a woman would ask for my boyfriend. I was really mad and when he would get on the phone it would be dead. He always denied that he had a girl friend. Well my son had a very good imagination and I thought that he would make strange things up. He told me that "Ahhhh's" would talk to him. I asked him what "Ahhhh's" were and he would just say: "oh mama, you know.. Ahhhh's". My boyfriend was a jerk, he moved out when he discovered I was pregnant again. I was alone and I befriended a high school girl who would baby-sit for me after school because I took night classes. My daughter was only one and a half when I had my other daughter and she could talk so good. She would say Mary a lot and I thought my babysitter had a friend over named Mary and she told me that she doesn't know anyone named Mary. I thought nothing of it until my son said that Mary's boyfriend crushed her neck. got really freaked out and I told my son not to talk to his sister about things like that. He was too young to make things like that up. He said that Mary told him that. I thought he was still making things up. I lived alone with the kids and I was lonely a lot. My sister would come over on Wednesday nights and we would rent a movie or sit and talk. One night we were talking and we felt a cold chill and we looked at the clock and it was eleven thirty. The next night I was up doing homework and I felt the same cold air. I looked at the clock and it was eleven thirty. I felt sick to my stomach I knew the house was haunted. I got used to the fact quick, I started telling this ghost to leave me and especially my children alone! I rented this house for a long time and then my land lords put the farm up for sale. The mobile came with the farm. I thought I would have to move and I wasn't looking forward to that. I had lived there for four years by then and that was my house. The man who bought the farm was not going to make me move.I was so happy. He was the best landlord a person could have. He fixed all of the repairs and he even mowed my lawn. He had cows and he would let my son help with the chores. He and I became very close friends. He lived in the big farm house by him self and I knew he was lonely. I never told him about the ghost, he figured it out him self. I went to stay the night at my grandma's house and he said he saw glowing in the living room and he couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. He was walking down the path and he said he saw a lady in my house and he stopped in his tracks and just stared and she disappeared. When I came home the next day he came over and said he saw some one in the house and he would go in first. I waited outside and then I looked up into the kitchen I saw the flash light turning on and off. It was the kind of flash light that would stay plugged into the wall, I thought it was shorted out or something. I threw it away into the little dumpster that we shared. I came into the kitchen the next day and I was shocked to see it plugged into the wall! There was no way my little son could have got into the garbage to get it. My land lord said that he didn't either. I was freaked out and I swear that I threw it away. Sometime later my land lord and I started dating, he was so good to us. I thought we would get married someday. He temporally moved in with me when he was having his big house revamped. I thought he was doing this to propose to me. He slept on the couch and I slept in my room. One night I heard my door open and I thought it was him (not unusual when the kids were asleep), and I waited for him to talk and when I didn't hear him I looked up and I saw something glowing at the foot of my bed. I felt so terrible. I had a strong sensation to scream but my neck was so tight. I felt like something was choking me. I finally felt normal enough to get a glass of water and to my surprise Bill (my land lord, boyfriend) was wide awake and he looked as if he was crying. I asked him if anything was wrong and he said that he has nightmares so bad since we started dating that he felt like he was insane. I asked him what kind of nightmares and he started crying and said he dreamed he was strangling me! I felt just as freaked out as he did, I wasn't about to tell him about my nightmares. He did something that changed my life for ever. He left and sold his farm as is. I never thought I would get over that. The new landlords didn't like the fact I had three kids on my own and they asked me to leave. When I moved out to my surprise my old boyfriend (my daughters dad) asked if he could help me move. I said yes because I had seven years of things to pack. When we were about to move the washer and dryer out he said that it was his set and he would bring this home. I said the hell if it is! We were in the hallway fighting over the set and out of nowhere a picture flew across the hallway and knocked him to the ground and he thought I did it. I didn't, but I couldn't convince him that it was a ghost either. He came to get it the next day and my brother-in-law was helping me in the kitchen and I told my ex. he could not get the washer and dryer he started to move it out from the wall and the heater vent fell off the wall and knocked him clean out this time. He left and never said it was his again. I secretly thanked the good ghost and I left my house of seven years. I eventually got married to a great guy and he doesn't believe in my mumbo-jumbo stuff and he doesn't believe any ghost stories I tell him. He is the greatest dad and husband in the world though. Oh, the mobile home I moved out of burned to the ground exactly one year after I moved out of it. Is that weird or what? The farm has never been a dairy again either. The people that bought it from Bill kept losing cattle to various diseases. I haven't had a ghost follow me in a while but once in a while I think I see them at the school I work at. It is a very old school and the janitor also tells me things that she sees and doesn't see. I would never tell any of my students the things that I've seen. They would freak out. I had a slightly retarded boy ask me who those two people were in the lunch room with me? I said I was sitting alone in there when they were out to recess. He insisted that a very short brown lady and a bald man were next to me. I was taken a back when he said that the lady smiled at him. A year prior to that date, my parents died in tragic accident. My mom has always had a special place in her heart for the misfortunate. My mom was a full blooded Indian and very short and my dad was bald. Maybe they were just watching over me.

Haunted Apartment Complex

By: lewall6@aol.com

I manage an rather large apartment complex up in Alaska. Since managing this
place I have had reports from various tenants stating they hear noises in the
other apartments, you know like the neighbor upstairs just keeps walking up
and down their hall all night! I know this to be untrue, because this only
happens when the apartments are vacant or the tenant "who makes the noise"
isn't in town at the time! I thought this was kinda weird so I decided to
look through old files kept in storage. What I found were various tenants
who moved because weird things were happening in their apartment. Like one
lady said her faucet would turn on all by itself with a witness their besides
her. Or her front door would become unlocked (even the deadbolt) in the
middle of the night, and she would wake to find her door wide open! As a
manager here, we live in an apartment too. I feel we have had a presense
around our apartment, though I feel I have put up strong enough blocks or
sheilds rather to my own home, I do hear noise from surrounding units, and
also from a few storage shops sharing a wall with our living room.

Ginger

By: dvmartin@alltel.net

Recently,Ginger,my cat of 17 years passed away.When she was a little younger,she would get in bed with me and sleep in my hair.She was always a small cat and weighed very little.
About six months before her passing,she became ill.Her doctor told me there was nothing I could do but make her comfortable.
That is when she stopped sleeping with me.
Then that awful day came.She'd not eaten for several days.I boiled her a chicken breast with rice,but she would not eat.I took her outdoors and held her like a baby and cried.Then she started acting odd and I took her to the animal hospital.She died in my arms on the way.
About 3 or 4 days later,I was almost asleep when I felt a very light pressure on the bed and something touched my hair,and I thought,Ginger was in bed with me.And then I remembered.And my heart broke all over again.Then the next day it happened again,and I felt so peaceful.This went on for about 2 weeks.Then I guess she decided that it was ok to leave me,and it stopped.
I have never believed in this sort of thing,have never had any proof.But now I do.

Cats on the Pillow

By: Dragnphyre@aol.com

When I was around 14, I was spending yet another summer at my Grandparents farm in Kentucky. I woke one night to the sound of a cat meowing within my room and called for it. Now, you associate farm with cat, there's no big deal there. The only problem is that when I called 'kitty', it jumped onto the bed and walked up the edge to the middle of my pillow where it proceeded to knead the pillow, purring as it did so. When I went to pet it, it wasn't there. I then assumed I was dreaming and laid back down. Soon after, I heard the cat purr and meow loudly in my ear, all the while kneading the pillow above my head. At this point, I hopped off the bed and turned the light on. No cat. Needless to say, I spent the rest of the night in the kitchen, playing solitaire...(I think)

A Few more Stories to Tell

By: alle_cat69@hotmail.com

Hi there, I'm Alle. I've sent in a couple of stories before, and I have some
more to add :)
Well, my ex-boyfriend and his mother and sister are all very sensitive to
ghostly activity. They all clear ghosts, but my ex doesn't really like to
because they attach themselves to him for his mother to clear. They drain
him, and I could see it when he walked into my house, which, as he told me,
has five ghosts. He can distinguish how many are in a house, and what they
are (male/female, human, animal, age etc). But he hates to do so, he tries
to tune out. His mother told me the same thing after she had been in my
house, and I would trust them with my life.
Anyway, we have five ghosts in our house. I was quite shocked actually, I
thought we only had about one or two. But the thing is you can only really
feel them when they're not good. We have the lady who died in our house,
Edith, which I thought was the only one. I once had the spirit of a young
boy inside me(that can happen, not possession but they just attach
themselves to you.), and I thought he had left, but he is also in our house,
and gave my ex quite a few nightmares too, because he's hurting and sad and
scared, and I feel his pain too sometimes. We have one who inhabits the
office, sitting right behind me, who is always in the same place and it(I
feel that it may be male though) and just watches you, my brother feels it
too, the same place. Sometimes my grandpa comes to visit, usually when
someone new enters the house, and he sits in his old lazy boy which we now
have or on the couch next to me or on grandma's old lazy boy which is the
same as his was. The last and final one is the one who is not good, but I
hardly ever feel them now.
Our ghosts are quite fun sometimes, they always steal my erasers when I'm
drawing. I know it's the little boy, because he follows me around the house.
I never feel alone, they're always around, but sometimes it's real freaky.
Like the night the ex mentioned stayed the night for the first time. He
couldn't sleep. But when I went into my room I could hear someone running
around in my brother's room banging on the walls. Not violently, just loud
enough to know where it was coming from. When it stopped, I listened out to
hear if my brother was still in the office or not. I heard him typing, so I
got kind of freaked out that there was banging coming from his room. Shortly
after, I could hear this weird moaning coming from outside. It sounded like
stereotypical zombies!!! You may not believe me but it was the scariest sh*t
I've ever heard lol! It was like a zombie was floating around outside our
bedrooms moaning away. I nearly peed my pants lol. I tried to go to sleep
and it faded away after a while.
The next day, I asked my brother if he was banging on his wall or on the
office wall(joined to my room) with his foot, and he said he wasn't in his
room and he hadn't touched the wall all night.
Sometimes I hear his guitar faintly playing, as they seem to like when he
plays his guitar and sings away. You can feel them all come into the room
when he starts playing... it's quite eerie. Since my room is right next to
the office, I can hear when someone's typing on the computer in the squeaky
office chair, qhich squeaks when you move in it. Some nights I hear the
office chair squeak like someone is moving around, but when I get up, nobody
was in there at all. We always have experiences with the office door too,
like when my brother was the only one home and was in the office, the door
was banging slightly when there was absolutely no way a convection current
could occur(everything was shut up), so he turned around and said(being a
smart*ss as usual) "Look, I'm sick of you banging that door. Just close it
and leave it alone!!" and the door opened riiiiiight up, and slammed shut.
At this point my brother got up and tested it. He opened it up and slammed
it with the force the wind would have(probably a bit stronger, he's quite
strong) but it bounced off the wall and didn't shut. So he opened it again,
and pushed with heaps more force. It bounced off again. So he decided to try
again, and put even more force into it, and then it shut in exactly the same
way as it had done before. NO amount of wind could have caused it to slam
like it did. He even showed me how he did it, and even I tested with all my
strength and it wouldnt slam shut. Pretty freaky huh? Oh well, they're
pretty cool, just so long as they don't steal all my stuff grr lol

Was it a Dream

By: cookie9@iowatelecom.net

Two years ago I had a disturbing dream about a friend that for life reasons I had lost contact with. At one time I considered Tim a older brother/father type for me. In my dream I came into a house much like one that Tim lived in when he lived in Marshalltown. I felt like I knew this house so it was a comfortable feeling when I walked in. There sat Jim Mulstay, Tim's brother. I asked him in a surprised state were Tim was. At this time his daughter showed up and they both told me that he died sometime ago. I woke up crying and very upset. The dream was so real I knew if I didn't try to get a hold of him I would regret it. I already had some guilt for not staying in touch. I also was told by someone if you have a dream about death get a hold of that person and it was less likely to happen. I still had a Marshalltown phone book in a old trunk of mine and quickly got it out. I was hopeing his number had not changed. His girlfriend answered and said to call back after ten, he would be up then. Relieved I went about my day until I called him. When I heard his voice I was even more calmed down, he told me that it was his brother that died a few months earlier,and Amy was fine. I told him I wanted to come see him after my son got out for summer break. After I hung up I did not think that anything would go wrong because I followed though and contacted him. A week later I get a call from his girlfriend who just happen to see the number scribbled in Tim's handwriting on a notepad. She asked me who I was and I told her. Then she recalled my phonecall a week ago. I asked what he was doing and why they had called and she told me that Tim had died. I was shocked and very upset. The day of the funeral I was dreaming that morning again. This time Tim was sitting on the side of my bed with a cup of coffee. I could even smell the cofee it was so real. We use to visit and drink coffee alot back when I hung out.Anyway he told me that it did not matter if I lost contact with him. It was like it did not matter and I did not have to feel guilty. I woke up upset again, but started getting ready for the services. Weeks later I was watching a show that told me that the dead could visit you from beyond and give you messages. It gave me a shock when I listened but understood what happened to me. It was a warning dream that Tim was leaving and a miracle to me that I talked to him before he did. It also was a great gift to receive a message from Tim afterwards so I could go on with life with good feelings. I still talk to Tim when Things happen to me or I feel like I am missing him. I know he hears!

The Sad Lady

By: tcaspery@charter.net

   My mother told me this story about an experience she had when I was a baby. This story was substantiated by my grandmother and my mother's sisters.
   I was about six months old and lived in a house in Schiller Park, IL. There was, along with my mother, my two aunts, my grandmother and my great grandmother in this house. My mother would hear her mother call her and go see what she wanted. My grandmother would say she didn't call her. My aunts would hear their names called and would go to see what whoever called them wanted. Again no one had called them. The voice was not limited to my grandmother.
   One day my mother had laid me down for a nap. After about an hour she came up to check on me. When she opened the door, she got the shock of her life. She saw what she thought was her sister leaning over my crib. When she said hello, The figure turned to look at my mother, she could clearly see it was not. It was a woman who appeared to be in her early twenties. The lady had a sad look on her face. When she saw my mother she ran out of the room. The freaky thing is that instead of going through the door, she passed through the wall. My mother was freaked out.
   My mother would see this lady walking through the halls on several occasions.My mother did some research on the house and found out that in the early thirties there was a woman who bore a child in that house. The baby died during delivery. The woman was so grief stricken that she committed suicide three days after the death of her child. It turned out that my room was the room that the baby had died in.
   I am not one to believe in ghosts and would have normally passed it off as my mother's imagination, but my aunts and grandmother have all told me this was true.

THE HAUNTED MAKEUP SCHOOL

By: dingaling@gotnet.net

My name is Mike and I live in California. I work in the movie business as a special effects makeup artist (16 yrs.). Recently I spent a little over a year in a small town in Pennsylvania teaching makeup at a school. The town is a small, somewhat deserted, mill town. When I first arrived the school was good enough to let me stay in their dorm. Now the school itself has got to be haunted. It was built in the early 1900’s and was a convent. It is still physically attached to the church next door. I had heard of some goings on there before I arrived and I can say that when I saw the place it was not hard to imagine. My main classroom (I taught all subjects) was in the basement level of the building. There are several rooms down there, shop, classroom, mold room, bathrooms, etc,. I wasn’t going to mention this yet but what the heck, I’ll start at the beginning. I moved to Penn. In the early Oct. and being a makeup artist, and was heavily anticipating Halloween. A few days before Halloween a few students and I were hanging out and I suggested we do something to scare the crap out of us. WELL I said lets do a ouija board. Now I actually learned the correct way of using one from an Italian friend. One of my students had a beautiful old board he had gotten from his mother (I also learned how to make a quicky board, but hey, this was the real deal!). After we started these guys were quick to taunt any spirits we talked to, idiots, like "Hey! Prove you’re here!" that kind of stupidity. Well one spirit in particular, Jodelle was her name, said she had been a nun at the convent that was now our school. Now one of the rules for you that don’t know is that you don’t offer any info. So we were excited that she mentioned the school building and the street it’s on (8th st.). She said "they" took her baby. When pressed she said it was buried in a certain area, which is near my classroom. The students were pretty worked up and kept asking for Jodelle to prove she was there. I gave in, and nicely asked her to prove herself. She said "301". This was the number of another student’s room upstairs (we were in the basement at this time). We ran upstairs to 301. We knocked but the student wasn’t there. We tried the door and it was unlocked. Thinking this was odd we looked around but found nothing. We went back to the ouija board and were