Walter Davis

By: earhox@hotmail.com

I don't exactly know what to say about this strange occurance because
nothing substantial has really happened.  I live in a small house in
Northern Michigan with my husband and 4 year old son.  We have lived in the
house for about 3 years.  Shortly after moving in I discovered an old
cemetary 3 blocks down the road.  One spring day while taking a stroll I
came to the cemetary and decided to walk through it.  The tomb stones are
all at least 100 years old.  I spotted a small stone at the far edge of the
cemetary and was drawn to it.  It just seemed so sad and strange.  The stone
was separated from the rest.  It was the grave of a 1 year old boy named
Walter Davis who had died in 1903.  I was overcome by a sense of sadness as
I stood over the grave.  Why was he all alone like that.  Why had he died
before his life had really begun?  Where was the rest of the family?  I
can't explain the loneliness and sorrow that came over me.
After first stumbling across his final resting place, I found myself
stopping by on a regular basis to pay my respects during each of my walks. 
I don't know why, but I just felt guilty if I took a walk without stopping
by for a short visit.
One night I had fallen asleep on the couch while watching tv.  I woke up in
the middle of the night because the volume on the set had suddenly been
turned up quite loud.  The first word that I heard on awakening was the name
Walter.  I think it was on some war movie with George Clooney in it.  I
didn't have much time to register this as the tv quickly switched channels
to the Jeffersons.  The next word I heard was George Jefferson yelling
"Davis".  I think that's the name of the landlord on the show.  Needless to
say I jumped off the couch and turned the tv down before it woke the whole
house.  It was only after this that I had the time to register what I had
just heard.  Walter Davis.
So that was strange, but I let it go until last week I had a very vivid
dream.  In the dream there was this toddler standing over me while I was
sleeping.  He looked so sad and alone.  I sat up and asked him what his name
was.  Then I woke up as the alarm was going off.  It was time to get my son
up for school (he's in preschool).  Anyway, the dream was still fresh in my
mind.  The bus came and I took my son out to buckle him in for the ride.  I
said hello to his bus driver who's name happened to be Walter.  Later that
day I took a different route to work to see if it was quicker.  About half a
mile up the road I noticed one of my son's preschool buses (there are only
2) parked in the driveway of a house.  I thought, 'that must be where Walt
lives'.  I read the name on the mailbox and about crapped my pants!  The
name on the mailbox was Davis.  The very same day as the dream in which I
asked the boy his name, up pops the name Walter Davis.
I don't know what it means, but it seems too much to be a coincidence. 

Vacation Haunts

By: Rusty1218@msn.com

Hey there it's been a while . Last year , we went on vacation into Georgia and virginia.We had a good time and also visited the Chattanooga Old Train Depot.Where I took some Photos of the Old Trains and the Old Ticket office inside the Train Station.I was drawn to one of the Old Trains and took Photos of it first, as I walked up the stairs the provided to go up into the caboose, I also snapped photos there I was reading that this Train had a Head on Collision with another Train and everyone on this Train died.So as I had the Photos developed, I recognized a man's Face on the Bottom of the Stairs , you can see his Face , Mustache and Shirt collar from the old times. He looks like he is somewhat looking into the camera.Also I took Photos of the inside the Train station and at the Ticket Booth, witch is kept in original condition , there is a vortex next to her. because the only window is in back of her there was no possibility for any other light to enter the photo.We then went to Ruby Falls and as the Group was walking trough the Cave, I  was in the middle of the Group and heart footsteps behind me they sounded like thios Person wanted to pass by quickly so I stepped aside to let him or her pass , as I turnded around there was nobody,but  I heard steps that kinda freaked me out a litte.My husband and son who where way behind me , did not see anyone passing them. Well maybe it was the lack of Oxygen in the cave.The last trip we took was to Pigeon Forge in Tennesse.Ripleys build a new Aquarium there and bhuind this new Aquarium is a old Casket Factory that is closed up for a long long Time ,since the Owners of the Casket factory vanished . Legends say that the Cave that they used as their Casket factory was haunted by EVIL and if you go inside the Cave you come out Totally insane or don’t come out at all. They made a Attraction out of it now . So if some one who is interested in finding out if it is really true, I guess that’s one of the Places to go .Also we went to Orlando to see Stuff there and we rented a little Apartment there. It had 2 Bathrooms an was connected with a hallway . Right when  I walked to one of the Bedrooms , it felt not comfy , I did not like the connecting hallway. In the morning , my oldest dauhgter said that thae Showercurtain moved by itself as she was in the Bathroom , and the last morning we stayed there , both my Girls saw a bluish light zoom very fast trough the Hallway. This is all for now . If there is something I let you know. Like always thank you for listening .

Tranquile

By: candycane@telus.net

I would like to say at the start of this, that i believe very much in the sprit world. I have seen to much in my life not to. The story im going to tell happened about a dozen years ago, I was abouit 36 years old and working in Kamloops B.C. Canada. I had gotten a job as a Security Officer, and was to start working at a place called Traunquile. This place was once a convalicent home for the galant heros back from ww2. Then it was a T.B. hospital, Then a nut house. Im not sure if in that order but what the h---,doesnt matter. My boss who i later found out was afraid of the dark, first drove me out there, for this place is away from town, being a T.B. unit in the twenties they didnt take many chances. We arived at around seven p.m. and he my boss proceded to show me around and tell me what my orders were. We did a quick round of the buildings and at nine oclock i know this for a fact for he got a phone call and i looked at my watch. We heard the soud of a picture window explode, they do explode, i dont know why, they just do.With the noise still ringing in my ears, i took off to find the person responsible for this act. I went around the buildings at double time, which is easy for me as im six foot two. I found nothing. No broken glass, No gaping hole,  Nothing. I met up with my boss three quarters of an hour later, he asked me who did it, I told him, i had found nothing nor had i seen any one. Not only had i heard the window break so did my boss as well as the person on the phone. We decided to finish the round and while inside one of the buildings on the 3rd floor i looked out the window at the expance of the place. When i saw moovement I asked my boss to come to the window and we both saw what looked like a woman in a long flowing dress, walking make that meandering across the  grounds towards the fields. I should say when this place was a T.B. unit it was self sufficent so not to infect the rest of the population.  I ran out of the room down the hall reaching a speed that could only be described as a woosh and a bang. hit the stair well taking four at a time. I burst through the door leading outside, half expecting to see thos person mooving at twice the speed i had reached. but no ther she was abouit a hundred yards from the building, still meandering. Thinking this person had a lot of nerve to break a window and still be within a mile of the site i started to walk towards her. as i said before i can walk a bit fast. I was abouit a hundred yards away from the building when i heard the door i came out of open and close, i looked around and saw my boss standing there. I looked back at the woman she was still walking away from me . I called out to her but got no answer which made me step up my pace. I called to her again ,no answer. About this time i came to the realization that i wasn't getting a lot closer to her , I probably had walked two to three thousand yards after her at at least double if not more her speed and had only gained half the distance that was between us. I called again this time with a few choice curse words . An at that she stoped , i approched at a good walk coming up behind her . I was abouit twenty feet away when she slowely turned around, i saw her face or lack of one for she had no features on it, it was compleatly blank, I was then aware of a terrible smell not unlike that of rotting meat. her arm came up and pointed at me and she was gone. she did not fade away she was just gone as if she had never been there. I was left standing in an empty field like a dope. I went back to my boss and said to him did you see what i thought i saw, he said yes and made some excuse that he had to leave. I only worked there for six months when we lost the contract there were a few things after that but i will write abouit them another time. 

Theresa


By: 2nee-melo@popmail.com
 
All my life I have felt, seen or heard spirits.  I have more or less gotten used to it.  There is two episodes though that have happened to me that have really scared me.  There are others, but these two having been the lastests ones (in the last 2 years anyway).
My mate and I were having a real rough time together (we are seperated now).  We were trying to rekindle our relationship and were cuddling in bed.  Each time we tried to get closer, I would see an old hag floating over the bed. 
I could see her but he could not.  She started to taunting me and telling me that he belonged to her, that he did not want me, he wanted her.  She was real scarey looking, sharp nails, and very ugly with long grey hair all over the place.  She would not leave me alone, when I told her to go, she would laugh at me.  At one point I asked her what her name was and she said Theresa.
My mate is not a believer of the un-natural, so he thought I was going crazy.  I was yelling at her to leave, and she would laugh at me and tell me no.  I got to the point that I was so unnerved I was crying.
Even though he didn't believe in the un seen, I told him to tell her to go away, which he did.  I then saw her go through a door, but felt she was just standing out side it waiting to come back in.  I was very uncomfortable for days. 
The next day I was telling a girl friend of what had happened, she was able to describe her, and also came up with the same name Theresa.  I asked her if she had seen her, she told me no, it just came to her as I started to tell her of the event.
About a year and a half after this, my ex was out with our children.  He was suppose to have called me at seven that evening to let me know how things were (he was out of town with the children) it was almost nine and I had not heard anything from him. 
I was at a friend's place with my cell so he could reach me.  Suddenly I felt a cold chill and a feeling that I should get home, I was almost in a panic.  I asked my friend to come over to my house with me.  I wanted to check it out because I could tell something was wrong there.
She agreed, we walked over from her house to mine which was just around the corner.  As we were walking to my front gate, both of us started to get the chills.  We walked into the house and it was ice cold.  It was the middle of July, and boiling hot out side and should have been inside too.  The air conditioner wasn't working. 
My friend and I walked around the house and found nothing other then in the livingroom was ice cold and we could feel a presence there.  Any place else in the house was cold, but there it was freezing and every hair on our bodies were standing up. 
I asked the presence who it was, and it said Theresa.  I could feel it was a female even before I asked what who it was.  I told it to leave and it wouldn't.  I started to freak out, this was my house and I didn't want her there, and told her so.  I also asked my guides for help, but she would not budge.  I called my older daughter, who was at a friends house, and on the internet a friend who understands these matters and can communicate with spirits and all of us we ordering this thing to go and finally she left.  Then my friend and I cleansed the house.  Minutes after my ex called me, he had forgotten to check the time and all was well with him and the kids.
Theresa has never bothered me again since.
My friend that was with me had never gone threw anything like this, and wasn't a believer, she is now.

The Room

By: MandJTrammel@aol.com

When i was about 15 my parents and 3 sisters lived in a 3 bedroom home so two of us shared a room but my parents wanted to be fair so we would switch rooms every month (just clothes not furniture) so we would get our clothes and move. ow the one room (the one you got when you got your own room) we all hated it and none of us even wanted to go in that room let alone sleep in it, but of course we never told our parents that. there was something very evil about this room. one night my middle sister was sleeping in that room and i woke up hearing her screaming my name, and this is odd because we really didn't have a strong bond between us. so i jumped off the top bunk of our bunk beds and ran into her room and flipped on the  light she was sitting up in her bed crying. i asked her what was wrong and she said that a man had been standing in her doorway, she was not prone to make up stories. she began describing him as a dark figure that was shrouded in a clock and had no face. she said that when i ran in the door i ran right through him. i sat with her for a while until she fell back asleep, then i went back to my room and got back in bed. i hadn't been laying there more than a minuet when i could hear someone breathing in my ear and then i could actually feel their breath on my face. i started prying to God and i don't remember exactly how long i prayed before it went a way and i feel asleep. we moved out soon after that and the house hasn't been occupied since thanks for listening. I know not all spirits are evil but that one was.

The Record

By: AzianGirLPerson@aol.com
 
I just remebered this story. On a street in downtown Sacramento, there's an old record store call The Record. This area is known to be haunted for many years. The store is located on K St. and and I believe the cross street is either 6th or 7th St. It's right in front of where the light rail passes, and on the side of the store is Downtown Plaza and The Hard Rock Cafe. I have read about this store in some books about haunted places, that was how i found out. Last Spring Break (2002), me and my friend "Reesy" were both looking for jobs, so we went to the Plaza and Old Sac, to apply there.
Anyway, back to the story, even after we were hired, we still went there almost everyday just to hang out sometimes afterschool. Well we were walking past The Record, and I told her how it was haunted. She didnt believe me, but wanted to go in. So we went in, as soon as we stepped in, it felt sooo weird. I don't kno how to explain it. I wouldn't say it was cold, but I felt shakey. When you walk inside, there's like two counters where the cash registers at, on both sides of you. Then as you walk in deeper, there's the rows of records. Mostly old vinyle ones. Well we were just looking around, it kinda smells funny in there. I dunno probably from all the old records. Well in the book I read about, it is said that some people have seen a lady dressed in 1900's clothing standing at the basement stairs (which is also part of the store where customers could go) and she would tell the customers to leave. Me and Reesy were a bit nervous to walk towards the back to explore more kuz we both just felt something odd a front and felt pretty silly with the employees starin at us. My friend finally asked a guy that was working there if the place was haunted. "Yes," he said. We also asked why the basement was closed. And he said kuz of electrical problems....maybe that was a lie? I dunno. He kinda said it with a grin. We asked him to tell us if he's seen anything happen and he said no he hasn't but one of the other guys have. So the other guy was tellin me and my friend how sometimes at night when he's closing up, someone invisible will throw records across the room, and if some were stacked up, an invisible hand would make them fall off the counter. And he told of a DJ's experience. This took place in the basement, a local DJ was down there lookin thru vinyle records and at the corner of his eyes, he saw a person walking towards him and it just went THRU HIM!!! That dude was freaked. I haven't been there since, I would like to go there again sometimes and hope they have more stories to tell :)

The Masquerade in Atlanta

By: DESADE316@aol.com
 
My name is Peter LoCascio and I worked as the head of security for this club and its two other clubs in the area. The Chamber and The Vault(now the Highnote).  Let me set a few facts down about the club Masquerade. #1 the  Masquerade was not a textile mill but an excelcior mill ( woodstraw for packing materials around the 1920s it went out of buisness. from personal research there were 23 deaths on premises durring that time four were children who were caught in the shaving machine. As far as there being a vamp on premises who lives there thats untrue. I have been all over the club and even found some of the hidden passages in the liquor stockroom + the passage tto the sub basment. There is no sign of anything existing there except the ghosts i witnessed on more than eighteen seperate occasions.  The most bizzare one which invoved me personally was a girl named Constance for three weeks in october of 2000 shfor me to leave early. So i went down and hugged her and she was so cold that i thought she should be shivering i gave her another hug and tried to warm her hith my hands. At that time Roulon wandered around the corner and saw us and froze he turned three sades whiter than he already was. I was about to ask him what was up when i turned to him and looked back Constance was gone. He told me after a few minutes that i was hugging a dead girl. I laughed at him and didnt believe him until he went to his car and came back with the paper and showed me her obituary for thursday. She had died wendsday morning in a car wreck. So ther i was sitting in the bar area called purgatory in the masquerade shocked I still dont know if i believed what happend to me that night. But i can tell you the Masquerade is  a magnet for hauntings in the area. I can tell you other stories and things ive seen and felt there but this one truly affected me personally.

The Little Girl

By: dteam6@juno.com

This had happened at a friends house.  I had been friends with this girl
for about 6 months before she told me about a ghost that she had seen all
of her life.  When she told me this, I was pretty skeptical.  I never
really believed in ghosts.  She told me that in the early 1900's, a
little girl had fallen out of the attic window.  When her mother had
discovered her body, she committed suicide out the window.  My friend had
been living in this house all of her life.  She said she lived in the
attic, and would try to pull my friend in.  The first encounter I had
with the ghost was when myself, my friend, my sister, and some other
close friends went up into the attic to investigate.  Myself being
scared, was the last one to go in.  I was terrified that I might see
something, so i ran out.  Shortly after, everyone else came running out
of the attic screaming.  We tried to shut the door, but Minnie (That was
the ghosts name) was pushing on the other side.  Finally, we managed to
get the door shut.  Another encounter was about a month later.  My friend
had a birthday party, and I showed up early to help her decorate.  Still
scared after the attic incident, I did not want to go to the bathroom
alone, so I had my friend and my sister stand outside the bathroom door.
As soon as I shut the door, the shampoo bottle that was sitting on the
window sill, flew off and hit the tub.  Scared, I said something to my
sister, and as soon as I finished my sentence, the belt hanging on the
door started to swing back and forth.  You would think after that, I
would be sold.  But, i still was skeptical.  The next year at her 15th
birthday party, we decided to have a seance, to see why she stuck around.
 We chose one of my friends to be the medium.  Soon after we started,
Minnie appeared in my friend.  We had her write things on paper about her
family, and about her brother. After she had left my friends body, we
shined a flashlight around the room, so we could see her.  She quickly
left.  Months after, we could see her ghost looking outside from the
attic window she jumped out of.  About a year later, I moved away, and
haven't seen her since.

The Hand

By: AzianGirLPerson@aol.com
 
One day when my brother and sister was in school, I was just 2 or 3, my mom was at home with me. We were watching TV and it was cold and windy outside. For some reason I looked back towards the kitchen, where the backdoor was. The screen door was banging against the door, and i said to her "someone is coming in" and she said i sounded scared. She told me "it's just the wind." But she really was scared, kuz i kept on saying it over and over. Finally she called my dad (he lived across town) and told him if he can drop my grandma off (his mom) to spend the night with us, kuz I was making her nervous.
That night, my grandma was over. Everyone was alseep, my grandma, my mom, and I shared the same bed. Sometime later that night, my mom felt like a little kid jumping on the bed. She couldn't open her eyes, they felt very heavy. After a few moments it stopped and she felt a hand feeling her face and down towards her neck. This was not the last time. A few years later, on a Saturday morning, me and my brother were downstairs watching cartoons. My mom told me that she heard us go downstairs and she could here the TV. Well, she was still in bed, and she felt a hand on her face AGAIN! Everytime this happened her eyes were always heavy. This time, instead of just laying there, she grabbed the hand and wanted to bite it just to see what "IT" would do. Right when she was about to the hand pulled away.
We found out later that "the hand" was my mom's older sister who had passed away years ago. She was feeling sorry for my mom kuz my oldest brother was murdered a few years ago. We had found out since in our culture, we believe in Budahism and we had a relative do some sort of ritual and he could see that it was my mom's sister. 

The Cup and Others

By: wrjharvey@shaw.ca

 Hi my name is Janelle and I am 13 years old and I have a couple of
experiences
  I was 5-6 at the time I cant really remember but I was living in Germany.
I was sat on my Dads lap at the time watching TV and I had just finished my
orange juice, I put the cup down on the table in front of me and then
started reading the writing on the cup (because it was a winnie the pooh one
so it had a poem on it) and 5 minutes later the cup suddenly started moving
on its own with an invisible force moving it. I wasn't that scared as for I
was little and I didn't really care. At the time my mom was sleeping on the
other couch and when she woke up she saw the moisture on the table where the
cup had moved, at first she didn't believe me (because I was 5 and you know
they think you've got an over active imagination!) but then my Dad told her
then she kind of believed me. Honestly I remember like it was yesterday. :-)
Here is a couple of stories my mom told me.
It was in the same place were I had the moving cup experience. She was on
the way to work and as she passed her neighbours apartment she saw a lady
sat on the window sill thinking it was her friend she waved to the lady, but
the lady didn't wave back. Thinking it was a bit odd she went straight on to
work were her friend worked as well. She saw her friend there and aid `why
didn't you wave to me today?` her friend said that she was there at work
allay and said their was no lady in her apartment.
Her next experience is including me her other friend Sarah was away on a
vacation in England with her son and Husband. When she was a away people
heard pots and pans moving and clanging in her apartment when she came back,
she found all her plugs in the wall pulled out and found black footprints on
the ceiling! Now with me I was sat down on the couch when my mom's friends
came over to sit next to me then I said `don't sit there the old lady is
sitting there!` and that really freaked far out! Sarah's little boy used to
be scared of his room in her apartment to (I forgot to tell you that!)

Was This Real?

By: ztanlines@hotmail.com

My story is by no means phenomenal, compared to the many stories I've read on your site.  I've always been interested in the paranormal and I love the Shadowlands.  While reading the stories  I kept getting these odd feelings in the room, temperature dropping, hair standing on end, etc.  It sounds silly but, from what I've read on your site, sometimes you just need to ask a ghost to leave.  So whenever I felt this way I'd voice that I didn't want any ghosts in the house out loud and it would stop.  Could have just been psychosomatic, I don't know.
Anyway, I felt like I had a story but just couldn't think of one.
Finally I remembered an experience I'd put in the back of my mind.  I've oftentimes questioned if it was real or not.  I'll try to relay it as best I can, but I was very young and it could have been distorted with time.
I remember lying awake many hot summer nights in my room.  I remember being deathly afraid of the closet as well, but I don't know if that has any significance.  I'd often leave my window shade open and one night, as I turned over, I distinctly saw 2 red eyes looking in.  A shape seemed to hover in the window that was pitch black except for the eyes.  I never was one to call my parents into my room when I was scared, so I hid under my covers for 5-15 minutes.  After it got to hot I chanced a glance and it was gone.  I shut my window shade.  When I told my parents about it in the morning they hesitantly said it might be a bat.
Once again, could be my imagination, could be a dream, but the story has stuck with me for the rest of my life.
Also, my younger cousins, after I told them of my experience, told me of a story that happened to them when they stayed at a cabin in Northern Oregon.  Apparently one of my cousins got sent in to fetch something from under the sink.  He said he opened the cabinet and there was a "big, floating face" underneath.  It scared him half to death.  He opened the cabinet again on a later occasion and the face was still there.  He said it was only there when he was alone.
These are my stories.  I'd love to hear of any experiences that have happened in Oregon.
Thanks for listening

Sheeted Ghost

By: dqgoddes@hotmail.com

Ok, this might seem really lame but this is my "haunting" experience.
When i visit my dad, i sleep up in the attic. The house is three stories. One night at about 12:30am i crept down from the attic to get something to drink. The house was pitch black and everyone was asleep. After i was through in the kitchen i came around the corner to head back upstairs when i saw this bright white flash of light on the landing of the stairs. It vanished in a second but i can still remember what it looked like. It looked like a person wearing a bedsheet. The top was smaller and rounded like a head...but the rest flowed to the floor. I was freaked out and thought that it was just my mind playing games..but it hasn't happened since.
That's my experience!

She Came to See Me

By: p.dier@attbi.com

HI TINA MY NAME IS MICHELE, I LIVE IN ST.PAUL MN. I HAVE A STORY ABOUT MY GRAND MOTHER WHO HAS PASSED AWAY ABOUT IN 1984 I BELIEVE. I WAS AT A CABIN THAT WAS BUILT BY MY GREAT GRANDFATHER AND MY GRANDFATHER ALMOST 50 IRS AGO. ONE YEAR I WAS UP THERE WITH MY X-BOYFRIEND, AND IT WAS A QUIET BUT YET CHILLY NIGHT. WE WERE IN MY GRANDMA AND GRANDPA'S BED TRYING TO FALL ASLEEP, WHEN ALL OF THE SUDDEN WE HERD FOOTSTEPS IN THE KITCHEN WHICH IS RIGHT OFF OF MY GRANDPARENTS BEDROOM. I TOLD MY X AT THE TIME "DO YOU HEAR WHAT I'M HEARING?" HE REPLIED WITH YES. I WAS SO SCARED I THOUGHT OH MAYBE IT'S THE WIND. SO AS WE LAY THERE I HEARD IT AGAIN. AT THAT POINT I WAS SO SCARED I WAS IN TEARS , I TOLD HIM I GOTTA CALL MY MOM AND DAD, IT WAS SO TERRIBLE I COULD NOT EVEN TELL THEM WHAT WAS WRONG I WAS CRYING SO HARD. WELL THEN MY DAD CALMED ME DOWN AND TALKED ME INTO STAYING, I REALLY WANTED TO LEAVE. SO WE WENT BACK TO BED AND I HAD AVERY HARD TIME FALLING TO SLEEP, ABOUT 1 HOUR LATER I HEARD A LOUD SLAMMING NOISE, I MADE MY X GET OUT OF BED WITH ME AND HAD SEEN THAT THE WINDOW HAD SLAMMED SHUT. (IT'S ONE OF THOSE  OLD WINDOWS THAT OPEN TO THE SIDE WITH A HOOK THAT HAS TO LATCH OPEN. HOW COULD THIS HAVE HAPPENED. TILL THIS DAY I WILL NEVER FORGET THAT NIGHT AND I AM SURE THAT IT WAS MY GRANDMOTHER, OR SOMEONE ELSE.

Sasha and Harry

By: jwljones@hotmail.com

    my house is the last place on this earth anyone would expect to be haunted, but then who decides these things anyway?  the house is a little cottage, the bottom level is all good solid Missouri cliff rock and the upper levels are wood painted country blue with white trim and we have a big white decorative water wheel attached to the side.  it looks more like a doll house and im sure when people go by on the road they would never for a minute think anything strange could be going on.  i have lived there for nearly fourteen years now, so i like to think i know what im talking about.  in the lage yard there are lots of trees, but three of the largest seem to have personallities of their own.  the tallest is a huge, towering cotton wood very near the house that sort of stands staight over it like a gaurdian.  the other two are right next to each other looking at the house as it were.  the oak is 300 years old, white and reminds me of a grandmother. its under the oak that i sometimes see my dead dog Sasha, sitting in the moonlight just as happy as you please.  the hawthorn reminds me on the other hand of a grumpy grandfather and its under that one that every member of my family, believers or not, feel an ominous chill, even on calm, warm nights.  inside the house there is only one ghost that i have actually seen, he is a rather normal looking guy, like the house, until you get close.  a smell like burning dog wood follows him and he always stands either in my closet, sort of hanging out in there like hes trying to decide what to wear lol, or in the alcove looking out the little window.  he keeps trying to kill my cat though.

San Antonio Experiences

By: DEVKAANN@aol.com

When I'm traveling, I try to visit some of the places listed on the Shadowlands haunted places site.  I've had experiences at most for the places I've gone to.  I was working in Texas last month (January 2003) and took some vacation time there also with a friend.  We visited a supposedly haunted pizza restaurant in Austin…nothing happened; nothing has showed up in the pics we took so far.  On to San Antonio, where we took a ghost tour of the city.  The guide had some really good stories and told of some ghosts at the Alamo that very were frequently spotted.  We didn't spot any of his ghosts though.  But, two odd things did happen that night.  We got a lot of pictures of the Alamo, where over 1000 people are buried right in front and then there are all the defenders that died in the fort, though they aren't buried there.  We didn't see or feel anything, but a lot of small orbs showed up in the pics of the fort.  We then wandered around the old hotel next to the fort.  I got some really bad vibes at the end of one hallway.  It was like an overwhelming terror, and I was having trouble breathing until we got out of there.  Another thing happened there also. We were walking down the stairs from the 4th floor, when we heard really loud footsteps right behind us following up down a short flight of stairs.  We rushed to the bottom of the stairs and looked behind us, nothing was there.
The one experience that overwhelmed me was at the railroad tracks on the outskirts of San Antonio.  These have been featured on many TV ghost shows.  The story goes that some children died when their bus was hit by a train at the crossing in the 1940s.  They will push your car over the tracks if you stop in front of them, leaving fingerprints on your car if you put some type of powder on the bumper.  So, we went there on a Saturday night.  On the first try, I stopped about 30 feet away from the tracks with the car running and in neutral.  Nothing happened. 
So, we drove down the road, then back again for a second try.  My friend said maybe the car has to be turned off and in neutral, so we tried it again, once more about 30 feet away from the tracks.  Within a few seconds of turning the engine off, the car started moving off the level part of the road up to the slightly raised part of the pavement that went onto the tracks.  I immediately started hearing very low voices, there were many of them.  It sounded like a cross between humming and whispering.  The car was pushed up the incline to the top of the tracks, then stopped for a few seconds.  Then, suddenly, it felt like a big shove came from the back of the car, and it went over the tracks onto the other side.  I admit I was freaked out a bit.  I didn't expect anything to happen.  We pulled over and looked for the fingerprints, but had neglected to put any powder on the bumper, so didn't see anything. 
We put some dirt on the bumper and tried again from the same spot.  The same thing happened…down the pavement and up to the tracks, hearing low voices the entire time.  There were cars coming behind us that time, so I started the car and drove off before it was pushed over.  Tried it one last time, this time, the car was pushed on top of the tracks, but nothing else happened.  I waited about a minute and started the car and drove off.  I wasn't willing to wait too long.  My friend speculated that whatever was pushing the car probably got pissed off when I started it the last time.  I'd read that you couldn't get over the tracks, your windshield would be smashed.  I wasn't willing to pay for a rental car windshield, so I started the car and drove away.  I did not want to try it again.
I thought possibly the weight of the car would cause it to move forward on level pavement while it was neutral.  I tried it in the hotel parking lot…the car didn't move.  So, I can't come up with a mundane explanation what was pushing the car…or the voices.  With all the hype about the site, I was very surprised that something actually happened.

Incidents

By: interpacific@accesscomm.ca

Here are a few of the incidents that have occured to me and my family members.This one occurred shortly after highschool. At the time my cousin was living with us going to university, so him and I and a few other cousins were sitting around listening to music in the basement. The cd player was from a car that was built into a sort of stereo stand with a remote. So were sitting around talking and the song changes, so I ask who skipped it and no one had touched the stereo. I started looking for the remote thinking maybe someone had sat on it but it was sitting in plain view. I held the remote flat in the palm of my hand not touching the buttons and we all watched it skip to about 5 different songs. Finally we just shut it off. I have to admit that could have been the CD player malfunctioning. It still seemed very strange.
The next incident is kind of a recurring one.Every once in a while for about the last year and a half I would wake up in the middle of the night and my TV would be turned off. Now I always sleep with the TV on, its a comfort to me. I have to explain that since we use a cable box the TV gets shut off with the remote, turning off the cable box and TV at the same time. When I wake up however, the TV is always turned off at the knob (old style TV) and the cable box is still on with the TV shut off. This is very unnerving waking up to a pitch black room when I knew I fell asleep with it on. I would have to get out of bed to turn it off with the knob, so naturally I always use the remote.
Next occurrence: We have 4 washrooms in our house. I use the one at the top of the second floor stairs. One day I was taking a shower and I heard a noise so I peeked out of the shower curtain to find the bathroom door wide open. There was no one home at the time, but I thought maybe my parents had come home and picked the lock to urgently retrieve something. I finished my shower and went downstairs to find an empty house. When I asked my parents later, they had been out all day not returning to the house for anything. I KNOW I locked that bathroom door. On a side note my dog will not set foot in that bathroom, but doesnt mind the one on the main floor. About a week ago I recived a cheque in the mail from the government but since I didnt need the money at the time I didnt cash it. I left it sitting on my dresser. A few days later I went to cash it and it was gone. 2 days later I was about to call the bank about my bank statement. I had it in my hand, set it on my bed, came back not even a minute later and it was gone. I searched my entire room for the statement and have still not found it.  My brothers little boy has also said on occasion that he sees a man in our basement.  These are just a few of the things that happen to me. In the upstairs washroom I sometimes hear whispers but so quietly that Im not sure if they are real or imaginary. The are just borderline of being audible. All of these expereinces happened at my mom and dads house. None of them have really frightened me, but I often get very unnerved and have trouble sleeping.
On to my boyfriends house. He lives in a very old house probably built in the early 1900's but it is remodeled up to date. Its a little 2 storey.He has a two car heated garage. This summer he spent the entire summer restoring his 71 camaro. This car was a project that has been there about 3 years, and over this course of time he had taken pictures in the garage of the various stages of the restoration. In almost every picture taken in the garage from this summer there are orbs. There are also 2 very prominent pictures of a white smoke like swirl in the car pictures. These are very similar to the ones i've seen on your website. I was looking through some old pictures of his as well and the orbs are present in many of those as well, but only pictures taken in the garage. I have always felt pretty relaxed in his house until shortly after seeing those pictures for the first time. My boyfriend is a courier and he starts work at 3:30 AM so I am alone from about 3AM until I go to work in the morning. His dog sleeps with us in the room at night, but when he gets up for work he puts Buddy into his kennel in the kitchen. One night shortly after he left I was pretty wide awake, but I was frightend for some reason. I got up and brought bud into the room with me (he is a very large chocolate lab) Bud watched something attentively for about a 1/2 hour and i was getting very very spooked at this point. I was almost to the point of being terrified so I got up and left and went home to my own bed. Nothing like that has happend there since and I hope it never does again. I never mentioned the incident to my boyfriend since he is a skeptic and wouldnt beleive anyway. I've also noticed that since Ive started staying there Im plagued by really strange nightmares.Or dreams that are just plain strange. I often wake in the middle of the night wondering what they were about but cant remember by the time I awake in the morning.
My next story takes place at a friends house, but indirectly sort of happend to me. She lives about 25 mins from the city in a trailer in the small town of Mclean (its in Saskatchewan, Canada) Anyhow last summer she began to tell me her son who was 3 at the time was having trouble sleeping at night. Then one night, while sitting in the living room, her son was sitting on her lap and leaned over to see out the front door. Her and her son were facing toward me with the doorway behind me to the left. She asked him what he was looking at and he said "that man in the porch". She proceeded to tell him there was no one in the porch, and we didnt see anything. After he fell asleep she told me her son had been telling her about a man he sees , right around the time he started to have trouble sleeping. A few days later she also related this story to me. Since her son was having so much trouble sleeping, she would put him into bed (he slept in a crib to the left of the bedroom window) and stay until he fell asleep. Now on this night, he kept looking up at the window. When she asked him what was wrong, he said the man in the window was watching them. This really creeped me out. I have slept there on the couch many times and cannot sleep because I hear noises all night. When I go there I park my car on the road out front, across the road is 2 sets of train tracks and nothing but a field for miles. I usually leave quite late at night. Whenever I leave I feel the need to RUN to my car. I feel as if there is someone or something watching me until I am around the block. I actually am frightened by this but I feel more like this is a thing than a person.
Next incident:This one happened to my oldest sister when we still lived at our old house. She refuses to speak about most of the things that happend to her there. One day she was in the washroom and she heard someone call her name. She answered thinking it was my dad (who was the only one home) but when she asked him about it he denied it. So back to the washroom she goes and after a few more times of hearing her name she goes to find dad and tell him to quit playing around. He denies up and down calling her name and by this time she is getting really mad at him but he still swears he didnt call her. She continued to hear this voice calling her, it was a creepy whisper ( like the kind you do when your trying to scare someone) so my mom gave her a cross to wear that was blessed. They also went so far as to take her to see a psychiatrist, but after he asked if she sees little green men she told him to f*%$ off and didnt go back. She stopped hearing them after mom gave her the cross, but to this day refuses to really talk about the voices. I have to mention that this house was also built brand new and we were the only ones who had ever lived there.
Next: When I was 9 my other sister had a baby girl. Since she was in highschool she still lived at home and mom and dad helped support her. The baby and her shared the room on the main floor. (which is now my room) When my neice got a little older 2 or 3 years old she began to talk about her friends. She called them shogo and gogo. We chalked this up to a childhood imagination and called them her "imaginary friends" however the only troubling thing is that she would sit in the bedroom and actually have conversations with them for hours sometimes. That is pretty hard for a three year old to make up. She never seemed frightened though. She is now 14 and comes to our house for lunch almost everyday from school. She brings friends most of the time, and all of them swear the house is haunted. they even go so far as to say the one friend of hers (can't remember a name) heard her name being whispered from my room. I mostly passed those off as their 14 year old imagination, but I cant really say its not truthful.
Next: This one happend at my grandmothers house when I was maybe 7 or 8. A little history on the house first. Its a two storey old brick house. The upstairs consists of 5 rooms and a washroom. The staircase comes up the center of the house. The main floor layout: entering the front door into the kitchen. The kitchen opens into a little room that has the basement door. Continue through that room into the livingroom where there is the staircase to the upstairs and a bedroom off the livingroom. The basement has 2 rooms. One contains the furnace, there is a doorway in this room that opens up into a secret room with nothing in it (storage) This house was built sometime in the 1800's. It was built next to the church and was used by the monks when the church was in service. This house dates back to whenever the town was established. many people will not set foot in the house. The townspeople claim to have seen strange lights within and the ghosts of monks in the windows. My grandmother who lived there for a good portion of her life claims to have never seen a ghost. Another aunt and uncle bought it from my grandmother after they got married and did some renovations upstairs. My aunt claims she always heard footsteps while in the upstairs washroom. After a bitter divorce the house went up for sale but would not sell. No one wanted it. Finally the twon bought it and turned it into a sort of mens club. The entire upstairs was renovated to house the pool tables and the main floor has a bar and tables. Im not sure if any of the members have witnessed anything strange.Many many stories about this house from my relatives ( 9 people in moms family lived there) Anyhow, my mother and I went to visit grandma when she lived in this house. My cousin had come to sleep over there with me, so after the days events mom retired to one room and me and cousin went to sleep in another room at the end of the hall. We had my dog sparky with us in the room and I remember him barking at something we couldnt see all night. Even my mother got up and looked around the house because she was scared and shes a total skeptic. my uncle one told me he had an experience in the main floor bedroom when living there with his wofe sharing the room. He awoke one night to find the room bathed in a red/amber light. Thinking it was the sunrise he rolled over and went back to sleep. A little while later he woke up again to find the room dark. He glanced at the clock and it was in the AM hours and still dark outside. He has no idea where the strange lighting came from. The same unlce also claims that while in the secret storage room in the basement something happened to him. He was in there getting something when the light went out and the door to the secret room and the furnace room both closed. He was locked in and screaming for someone to help him. Finally my uncle came down and let him out opening the door with ease that was impossible for the trapped unlce to open.
My workplace: I work at a glass shop and over the last few years we have expanded. We bought the shop directly behind ours and cut a hole in the wall between (same building) Its not a fancy place and I have 2 desks angled together for an office. The place is filled wall to wall with racks of glass and crates. My "office" is in the front. Since we just cut a hole in the wall, to turn on the lights in the back shop you have to walk all the way through to the back door where the lightswitch is (in the dark) There are no windows except a tiny one above the back door and its still dark when I arrive. I hate going back there in the dark to turn the lights on. It feels like you are being watched from the upstairs loft area. Its kind of cozy during the day with all the lights on, but not in the dark. I guess thats about enough for now. I have plenty more to tell on another occasion. I look forward to seeing my story on your site! Thank you.

The Basement and Apartment

By:lucki7978@yahoo.com


I have had a few experiences with the paranormal in my life. Most are small, like a gut feeling or dreams. I come from a very “ sensitive” family. My cousin studied the chakras and can apply the psychic sources to each one of us. I am a solar plexus sensitive type—I feel it in my mid section. When I have bad feelings that something is going to happen, I feel nauseous and queasy. Not very pleasant, I have to say. When something good is coming, I get butterflies and an excited jitter. I didn’t know what these were until I was about 17, and started working with the talent. I am now 24 and have gotten to the point where I listen to my “gut” before my heart or head.
I started school at a local cosmetology school about 1 year ago. When you walk into the front door, which is located on a busy one way street. There are three doors. The furthest to the left is glass and goes upstairs to what we call the “theory room”. It’s a large class room that all the students meet in pretty much every morning for class. The middle door goes to the basement, and is opaque. The right door is perpendicular to the other two and leads into the main clinic. There are many stories about creepy late nights where stomping in the theory room and feet on the basement stairs are heard, but my own heart stopping experience really seared the stories into my brain.
I was downstairs in what we call the lower clinic with two of the girls I go to school with. Stacy was getting a leg wax, and I was bored. They called my name for an appointment so I headed toward the front stairs (the ones with the opaque door) and started up. I got to the second stair and felt my stomach tighten to a point it made me lose my breath. I felt something right behind me on the stairs, and I mean RIGHT behind me. I bolted up the rest of the stairs and burst through the door to the waiting area on the main clinic. One of the girls at the front desk asked me if I was ok, and why I was so pale. I have not gone into that basement since.
Second school related incident: About two months ago, in a building across the street, a young man took his own life. He lived in the apartments above the restaurant/bar that occupied the lower two levels of the building. The day he was found, I had gone to lunch with those same girls that day, and I was feeling really odd that day, especially in the restaurant. As we were leaving, the detectives were arriving on the scene and the sister of the man was there. She was in hysterics. At that point I knew that someone had died, but my gut wasn’t telling me much about it at that point. I went back to school and went about my merry way. I would go to the front windows and look to see what progress they had made just in time to see them wheel out the body. That is when my gut went bonkers. I felt the overwhelming urge to cry and total despair and loneliness hit me like a freight train. It actually knocked me back a couple of steps. I had to focus all of my energy to pushing this out of me, but by the end of the school week I was almost back to normal. About two weeks ago, I finally got up the courage to look in the windows of the apartment that he had lived in. it was early morning, around 8:45 am, and I had just gotten to school. I looked over at the window only to see a male figure leaning against the window. I could see him from the shoulders up. I felt that he looked at me (tightening of the solar plexus) and held my eyes for a brief moment before the figure seemed to turn away from the window. This apartment has not been rented out yet. They have to replace the flooring. There was no maintenance that day and the landlord told me that he hasn’t unlocked the place yet. Then, last week, I finally ventured back over to the restaurant with one of the two friends. There are stairs that go up to the apartments and a door at the top of them. The door to the restaurant was directly to the left when you walk in the outside door. We were walking across the street, saw no one go in before us, and no one followed us in. when we opened that outside door, the door to the apartments slammed shut. It scared the living crap out of us both. I have been to that restaurant a hundred times and that has NEVER happened to me. That door never slams shut, even when opened. I have been trying to communicate with whatever is up there, to let him know that he can move on, but as you hear many times, suicides don’t know what it is they have to do to move on, so it can be difficult. Thank you for your wonderful site. It helps people like me feel a little less alone.

Nightmare I'll always remember

By: SnSKNAPP@aol.com
 
Hi.  I submitted a story last month and wanted to tell you another.  Have you ever had a dream that stayed with you even years later?  Most of our dreams are forgotten the moment we wake up, even the bad ones (the ones that leave you with only a vaguely uneasy feeling the next day).  Once in a while a dream comes along that literally haunts you, you can remember even the smallest of details days, months and years later.  It could be a dream that is so delicious that you regret ever awakening, or a nightmare that changes your life in subtle ways.  Mine was the latter.
It happened while I was still in high school,  we lived in Ida, Michigan in a brand new house built on what used to be a cornfield.  It was a split level with 2 bedrooms, bath, family room down, and 2 bedrooms, bath, living room and kitchen/dining room up.  My room was upstairs with my parents across the hall, the living room down the hall and the kitchen/dining room off that.  I dreamed that I awoke in my bed.  Everything was normal, I could see the posters on the wall, my books, my desk all correct in every detail.  I could see down the hallway a light was on in the living room and I could hear voices like my parents were entertaining.  Everything seemed normal and safe.  What was strange was my extreme compulsion to GET OUT OF MY ROOM.  My mind was literally shouting this.  When my body began to try to move, it seemed as though the bed were 12 miles long.  I was crawling at a snail's pace and was so exhausted I heard NO SOUND.  It scared me bad enough to scream which woke me completely.  My mom heard (they were asleep across the hall), and came in to see what happened.  I told her, she prayed for me, and lay on the foot of my bed until I fell back to sleep.  She told me recently that I saw a lot of things at night that scared me in that house, (we lived there from the time I was in 4th grade until my senior year) but that she chalked it up to the lights from cars going by, however, we lived out in the country on a dirt road and I don't remember a lot of traffic.  Anyway, that is my story.  Thanks!

  My Paranormal Experiences

By: brokenangel4eva@yahoo.com


Hello, I have been going to your site for quite sometime now...but only recently it occurred to me that I should share my own person experiences so that they can be added to your site. I also have a couple of photos taken in different places, where mist and orbs are very clear, however my scanner is broken. Is there anyway I would be able to mail the photos to you and have you scan them onto your site? because I would really like to share them, anyway onto some of my experiences.
Since I was very little, I had sensitivity to the paranormal and to my "luck" multiple spirits haunted every house I lived in. There are a few events, that stick out in my mind the most because these were the ones that scared me beyond belief and made me go from skeptic to true believer. The first occurred when I was about 9 or 10 years old (though many things happened before then, this was when I started taking more notice.) My father and I lived in a pretty large house in Queens, NY...my bedroom was the master suite and pretty much the entire second floor was mine-however the entire second floor was haunted by an extremely evil force. There was a door to the attic, which I only used once because after the first time I went in they’re for all of the 5 minutes I stayed I could not shake the feeling that I was in danger. One day I went up to my bedroom to get something and the minute I stepped foot in the room I noticed something very strange. My rocking chair, which was extremely heavy, was rocking very fast and at full force. There were no windows in that room only sliding glass doors that lead to a balcony and they were sealed shut. I was also the only one home, and my cat was nowhere to be found (not that she could have caused that kind of force anyway) I was terrified and I tried to run but I couldn’t move. I actually felt as if a force was holding me there. The rocking chair came to an abrupt halt and moved in such a way that it looked as if someone had gotten off of it. The carpet started to flatten as if being pressed down by heavy footsteps and I could both feel and hear someone walking from that rocking chair towards me. I don't know how I ran, but I did...ran and waited outside for my dad to get home. I begged him to the point of tears for us to move, and finally he decided that was a good idea.
After my dad sold the house, I went to go live with my mother for a short while at her house in long island (my parents had been divorced for quite some time.) From my first day there I sensed that there were many spirits trapped in that house. The most prevalent was that of a little boy. I felt him all the time, but never actually saw him until I had decided to sleep on the pull out bed of the couch, in the living room one night...now the direction of the couch was so that if you looked to your left you could see into the entire dining room (very large open walkway.) I had made the bed, and laid down to sleep-it was pitch black except for moonlight coming in from one of the dining room windows. I was laying on my back when suddenly I felt like I was being watched from the dining room area. I rolled onto my left side and saw the little boy clear as day standing by the window staring at me. He was clear/whitish...but I could make out all of his features. He looked no older than 5 or 6, "bowl cut" hair that ended just above his eyes. His eyes were wide open and directly fixated on my face. He was wearing clothes that looked like something out of the 1800's...I can't exactly say around what year...because I'm not too familiar with it, he was holding his hands in front of him as if in a very proper stance. He had no expression and he didn't move. I was so scared that I actually started to cry, but still he did not disappear. After what seemed like hours (but was probably only about 2 minutes) I managed to turn around. When I turned back, he was gone and I never saw him again (even though I did continue to "feel" him around me all the time.)
The last experience I will share for now occurred in my fiancé’s home about 2 years ago. I was in his bedroom alone, playing a video game with my back against his bed frame. Suddenly I felt someone walked into the room and was standing behind me and to my left. The sensation was so strong that I could have sworn it was my fiancé' standing there, but something in me knew it wasn't. I started feeling very cold (keep in mind it was VERY warm weather at this time) and I was too afraid to move. Suddenly I felt the bed behind me move-as if some had laid down. I could feel the indentation in the bed, as if someone was really there and I felt intensely as if I was being watched. After a few seconds, I spun around but no one was there- well no one that I could see...but the indentation was still in the bed and that was enough to send me running out of run in a frenzy.
There is plenty more for me to share, as I said before these type of things happen to me on a daily basis...so I will be sure to get back and write more the next chance I get. Thank you for reading.        

 Random Ghosts

By: mikec@bellsouth.net

Hi! I've always been pretty open to the idea of ghosts and other supernatural entities.
My house seems to be haunted with cats and dogs. >From time to time, I see a cat or dog in the corner of my eye, but when I look at it, it is gone. Occasionally, I'll think I hear my mother or father calling my name, but when I check with them, they deny doing so.
Once, when I got off the school bus, I thought I saw a guy in a white shirt get off behind me and start walking towards another bus stop, but when I looked, he was gone.
The creepiest time was unlike what I've experienced in the past. Once, we were staying at a hotel. I had been out most of the day, but that morning I had taken a shower and the tub was clean. On my way back to the room that afternoon, it was cold and rainy so Mom made me take a shower upon return. When I got into the tub, I noticed blood on the wall. The spot was roughly three by two inches, and it was not very heavily condensed. I'm assuming it was pretty fresh since it wiped away easily when I went to clean it. I questioned my mom about it, but she had not been in the tub or bled at all. She did, however tell me that she had seen a shadowy figure around the bathroom/kitchen area in the corner of her eye from time to time. A time later, I saw another spot of blood on the floor in that bathroom, this time much smaller. I'm guessing that something must have happened in that particular area at one time. I wonder what?

Possible Imps

By: sasami2003@hotmail.com

I'm Sami, 18-years old and lately I've developed an interest in ghosts and paranormal stuff. Anyways, I'd like to share with you the first time I started to really believe in ghosts. I was very young, maybe 5 or 6 or even 7, I can't remember.
I have three brothers, Lexis, the oldest, Abel, the second oldest, and Joe, who is two years younger than me. One night, at around 12:00, they went for a walk up to the overpass that goes over the highway... or at least... they wanted to. This was their story when they came home, panting like they had been running for their lives.
They had been walking up a dark trail to the overpass. On the left side of the trail there's a wall made of stone with a very high fence at the top. On the right side there's a small brick wall and on the other side of it is a really steep downhill slope. Right as my brothers were about to reach the overpass Lexis heard a thud behind him. It was pitch black out since the highway has no street lights. When Lexis turned around to see what it was he was shocked to see a thing sitting there, blacker than black. Abel turned around to see what was there, and Joe, who was still on his back, noticed another black thing that was crawling up the slope on the right side.
When Lexis first looked at the black thing it was crouched down, he thought it might have been a human trying to scare them but then it stood up and it had a chimp-like body. It had long arms, short legs, but there was something different about it. It looked back at my brothers and Joe started crying as the thing crawling up the slope had jumped over the stone wall and was now walking towards them.
My brothers took off, running as fast as they could. They didn't know if the things were chasing them or not but by the time they got home and ran into the house, Joe looked back and one of the things was staring at him from our mailbox.
They have never gone up to that overpass again. I've been up there a couple times but haven't seen anything... then again it's always been light out when I've gone up there. We're still wondering what those things were. They've never told anyone except people in our family, lest others might think they're insane.

Playful Little Girl

By: Chillywilly75@aol.com
 

My friends thought I was crazy because I would tell them of things I would see or hear.  Like when growing up there was a spitiral being who lived in my room.  Never harmful just liked to sit on the edge of my bed and kind of watch over me as I slept.  Then recently I moved into the home which I live now, and begin hearing faint crys for "Mama".  I have a 3 year old and so does the man I live with so I thought it was either child calling out in thier sleep.  But after checking on them and standing in doorways for few moments niether child ever spoke.  When returning to sit down I looked back towards the bedrooms and that is when I saw the beautiful blonde little girl.  Not to alarm her or my boyfriend, I smiled at her and quietly said "Hi".  She smiled back and disappered.  While trying to potty train my son, we set up a poster board that we placed stickers on each time he used potty correctly.  We (boyfriend,his daughter,my son,and myself) had gone into his rower to get ready for work I sat on bathroom counter to talk about what he saw the night before and that is when I saw her and with out him tell me what she looked like he said I described her to a tee.  Since then the little girl has returned she likes to play with my dog.  He chases her around house and back yard.  My son has talked of a friend who is in his room the little friend just likes to be called shadow or Richard.  We have all learned to live together.  Only once has an evil one appeared but was asked to leave by myself and my playful little girl!  P.S. Just now while writing this she is playing with picture frame on computer desk..

Pflugerville/Hutto: Jake's Hill Road

By: PubScipio@aol.com
 

I don't how many people buy into the existence of apparitional automobiles
(my friend certainly does, now), but here's my story.......
To start, I live in Pflugerville, Texas, a small suburb of Austin. And, for
as long as I can remember, townspeople, mainly highschool students, have
frequented a "haunted" bridge that lays across a stretch of Jake's Hill Road.
(For the complete story behind Jake's Hill, consult Shadowland's Haunted
Places Index-Texas) The bridge is reportedly flat and it certainly looks so,
but if a person positions his or her car straight down the middle of the
bridge on the far east side, turns it off, and puts the shifter in neutral,
the car will roll, creating the sensation that it is actually being pushed.
It works almost every time.
I know; I've done it on numerous occasions.
This particulary story occured during my first visit there, and ironically,
my friend and I never found the place--or didn't know we had. We had driven
all through the area and couldn't find the street sign demarcating Jake's
Hill road from the conglomeration of other similar poorly paved backwood
country affairs. I sat in the driver's seat; Robert sat on the passenger's
side; and Will, the third of our hapless triumvirate, sat in the back seat.
Robert had bugged me incessantly throughout the night hoping to drive my car
(an '81 Chevy Camaro, 350, V8....all of the good stuff), and I finally
relented to his pressure, despite intense misgivings about letting this 18
year old ball of hormones behind my steering wheel. We switched sides in
front of a grave yard, which, unknown to us, was on the Jake's Hill road
intersection and was only about a mile from the bridge.
A mere few hundred feet down the road, Robert glanced in my rearview mirror
and asked, "What are those blue lights behind us?"
I glanced up in the mirror and, sure enough, could see four distinct blue
lights tailing us. I rolled down the window to check the door mirror and saw
the lights right behind us. It's really funny how your mind works in these
kind of circumstances, trying to force recognizable forms on unrecognizable
things. I looked and looked and looked, and, despite its efforts, my mind
could not make the lights conform to anything familiar; there was no faint
outline which might betray the crossbar of a pick-up, or the interior of a
small car. There were only lights.
I had a disposable camera and decided to at least try to capture what I was
seeing into some permanent medium, even a poor one. I hung the camera out the
window, snapped the picture, the flash erupted and two beaming headlights cut
through my back window. Will screamed and Robert gunned the accelerator.
Those eight cylinders were suddenly brought to life and I could feel my 20
year old engine straining.
Will kept repeating, "Don't f---ing stop! Don't f---ing stop!"
Robert, looking back at the truck, almost ran us into a ditch but regained
his senses and pulled the car onto the road. The chase continuned for a
couple agonizing more minutes until our tailing vehicle simply dissappeared.
It just wasn't there anymore.
Regaining our composure, Robert laughed off our experience, dismissing it as
a few drunk rednecks looking for a thrill. Will, though, had come to a much
different conclusion, "That was a f---ing ghost truck. We got a chased by a
f---ing ghost truck."
I tried to calm Will, "Look, it was just a truck. You saw the headlights."
He responded firmly, "I know what I saw man. I know what I saw. It was just
lights. There wasn't any truck! It just disappeared. I watched it the whole
time."
In Will's defense, he was in the back seat and had watched the truck the
whole time; Robert and I had been too busy concentrating on the road ahead
hoping not to ditch the car to focus on our chasers.
The three of us have rehashed this story many times in the year and a half
since the incident, but Will still maintains the presence of this ghost
truck. As for the picture I took, well, nothing came out--really. It was a
disposable camera, designed more for convenience than use at night. Other
than the side of my car, it's completely black.
But, if what Will says is true, the truck would have dissapeared at the point
shortly after we unknowingly crossed the bridge.....
Who knows? If apparitions can take the shape of people, why not cars?

The Hop Field Mystery

By: racinthewind2004@yahoo.com

I used to live in a little town called Mount Angel, not too far from where I live now, with my aunt sharron, aunt sue, mom, dad, my sister, brother, and all of my cousins (Jenny, Brittany, Shana, Casey, and Kyle). We all lived in a very large red house on the out skirt of the town. We had two large pastures, two horse barns, and a good sized yard. But even though we had alot of property... some of us just couldn't get enough adventure.
Just beyod our pastures, on the other side of the fence (and the gate) that we were forbidden to go past, was a pretty good sized hop-field. But even though we weren't supposed to go there... it was just what we were looking for. Two of us imparticular was my cousin Brittany and I. As a matter of fact.. we hardly ever stayed home. But we were always careful about how we go away from the house. So, while all of the other kids would be watching cartoons, we would sneak off tward a new adventure. And for an eleven year old (me) and a nine year old (Britty), there was plenty of adventure in the hop-field that awaited us. I remember the event of one evening inparticular, of which i will never forget...
It was a warm, late summer evening, about seven o clock. All of the other kids were watching "Inspector Gadget", a favorite cartoon show. Brittany and I sneaked out the back door and made our way through the pasture. I opened the metal gate and, so nobody could tell we were gone, and so that the horses wouldnt get out, I locked it agian, behind us. There was a large tractor path where the giant sprinklers were brought through to water to hops, that we followed. At the end of it there were two other paths that branched off (including the main one) and a very big, rustic looking, unsturdy , and weather troden old barn. It looked about a hundred years old. On occasian (whenever we ran into them) the workers of the field would try to ward us away from the barn. They said it was condemned and concidered unsafe. But if you think that that was going to stop Britty and I... then you have another thing comming.
We stepped up to the barn and stared at it for a moment or two. We had only been in it a hand full of times and yet it still looked just as freaky as it had the first time. I walked up to the narrow, moldy-hay covered stair case. The whole barn looked as though it would fall down any moment (as usual). So.. i took my first step up and walked inside, followed by Britty. Inside, it looked just as worn down and broken. There was a broken ladder that had gone up to the loft, where there was still hay, and torn up things all over the ground, probably, we figured, from a dog (gloves ripped to shreds, hats torn up, and other various idems). There were also some bullet holes in the ceiling. But what caught our attention the most was a large stack of hay that looked as though something (rather large) had been sleeping there.
We didnt think too much of it though. But we didnt stay too long that evening either, for it was now starting to get darker very quickly and the crickets were alreading singing.
Britty: "Maybe we'd better go."
Me: "well.. ok. yeah, its getting dark."
I stepped down the narrow stair case and out of the barn. Thinking Britty was right there, I began to walk away. Then i heard a short (not very loud, but definate) scream from inside. I looked back and walked to the barn agian.
Me: "Brittany? Are you ok? whats wrong?"
Britty: "Nothing."
I figured she just scraped her arm or leg on a splintered peice of wood or something.  She came out of the barn. We started talking and walked tward the tractor path that led to our house, but we didnt make it quite that far, when, for no apperent reason, i just happened to look over my left shoulder.
We stopped talking at once as I stared in utter disbeleif. For just to my left stood the most hideous creature I have seen to this day. No, it wasnt a ghost, or maybe it was... i dont really know what it was.
About four yards away, there it was.It was black. It was about three feet tall and resembled the figure of a dog... but it wasnt a dog and I am sure of that! (That is why i dont think it was a spirit.. because spirit animals still look like that animal... but this was no dog.. or atleast no ordinary one.) It was very skinny looking with a long pointy looking muzzle, short cat-like ears, a long body, a long cat-like tail, very long legs,  and very large feet. But what struck me the most... was the fact that it had NO EYES! (Or atleast i coulndt see any... and it wasnt THAT dark yet... infact, the sky way still a lighter blue and i could see very clearly. The only thing i couldnt see was its eyes..) Not eyes... but deep blackish grey sunken holes in its head. Thats what i saw...
I was in such a state of shock that no words came to me, even when i turned to look at Brittany, who was standing on my right side. at that very same moment, she turned to look at me, and for a second or two we just stared at eachother. But when we turned to look at it agian... it was GONE! not even a foot print in its place.. not an anything. I turned to Brittany again... this time with an urgent voice..
Me: "run. run and whatever you do, dont look back."
She didn't. She never said another word and neither did I. We just ran. When we got to the gate, I didnt even stop to open it, we just went straight over the top and didnt stop running untill we were safe inside the house.
To this day, every once in a while, I hear someone tell a story about a time when they saw it too... and the stories are always the same.. (never about a dog,  but..) "a big, funny-looking black thing..."

My Personal Experiences

By: d.wilson140@ntlworld.com

Hi, just sitting here chilling out and thought I'd write to you.
A couple of things have happened to me during my lifetime that have made me believe in the paranormal.
My grandad died when i was 15, and soon afterwards we went to visit my Gran.
My sister was walking through the corridor that led to their bedroom when she heard someone crying.  She thought it was my Gran or the kids next door but on later investigation neither was true.  There was no one else there who could have been crying, which leads me to a question do ghosts have feelings?
I am also under the understanding that my flat is haunted.  Things move of their own accord, and re-appear where I've looked.  I've never seen anything but I know a couple of people who are psychic and they have said that it is my wife's grandad trying to contact her. 
People have felt someone push by them, and the cat stops and stares at thin air on occasion.  When he was alive he wasn't a very nice man, and did something terrible.  It is a black shadow on my wife's family history.  It wasn't murder or anything, just something illegal that shouldn't have happened.  Should I be worried.  As I say it is only moving things occasionally and people have felt things here.
Also I have had a psychic experience.  My friend Sarah is psychic.  She told me things about my Grandad that I never told her.  She told me things about my childhood that I never told her.  She got her information by holding my Grandad's watch.  What is your opinion on this?  Getting psychic information from jewellery etc.  I'd be interested in hearing from you.
Once again, thanks for listening to me.

My Maternal Grandmother

By: AlabamaPeg@aol.com
 
I was only 10 years old when my grandmother died.  I was very close to her.  I still remember her rocking me to sleep when I was a baby.  Here is the real story of what I saw.  This is the only time in my life I ever encountered anything supernatural. 
My mother worked for a restaurant way across town, Birmingham, Alabama.  She didn't have a car but lived with my Grandma and Grandfather.  My Mom had recently divorced my father.  My Grandfather took her to work and my Grandmother, who had never driven, rode along with them.  They also took my little sister who was only 2 months old as well.  They had a very bad wreck which threw my grandmother out of the car, but catching her foot and twisting it, which broke her leg at the knee.  She spent Christmas of 1958 in the hospital with a cast all the way up to her hip.
When she finally came home she began to complain about pain in her leg.  Back then the doctor came to the house to examine his patients.  She had complained to the point the doctor refused to come the day before she died. 
I was sitting on the bed, as I slept with my Mother, when something knocked on the outside of the house beside my bed three times.  My Mother told me to quit knocking on the wall.  I told her that I didn't do it, but somehow I don't think she believed me.  The next morning I asked my Grandmother if she had heard something the night before.  She told me she had heard something scratching on her window screen all night long.  That next morning she died at 4:00 A.M.
For a long time after her death I heard something walking around outside my bedroom like someone walking on dry leaves.  One night I had a sleep over friend
she screamed.  I ran into the bedroom and she told me she had heard the same thing.  I had not told her about this.
I grieved very deeply for her.  I was so upset at losing her that I couldn't let her go.  I had nightmares and couldn't sleep.  I was going through a very deep problem losing my beloved Grandmother. 
One day I walked home from school and went to the store across the street from my grandparents house as Mother and I lived with them.  I bought a Coca-Cola, a bag of potatoe chips, and a candy bar.  I went home to devour my goodies and to watch my favorite TV shows, Sky King and Mighty Mouse.  ( I told my age-OOPS!)  Mother told me she was going across the street to the little store and she would be back very soon.  She left.  I turned on the TV and Sky King opening music began.  Over the entire music I heard a heavenly inexplainable voice singing "OOOOOOO" in peaceful harmonious and beautiful tones.  I looked across the living room into the room Grandmother died in and saw her standing there in white.  I ran out of the house and waited Mother's return. 
I think I know what this means.  I think Grandmother was trying to tell me she was alright and not to worry about her anymore.  Am I right?

My Ghosts

By: tony.smylecouncil


Hi there! I have a ghost experience, but no-one really believes me.
Okay, when I was one, I had a cat. He was called Vincent. Some 9 years
 later, I bought a new cat because Vinty was dead. As the new cat, Stanley,
 scampered off, a cat appeared alongside him... there was no mistaking it.
It was Vincent. And my attic bedroom is haunted as well. I have seen a horse
 (a Clydesdale- my favourite breed) in my room. I was sleeping, then I woke up,
 looked at it, and went back to sleep. I have also seen Vincent sleeping in my
room. I have named my little horse Gostie and I said aloud that "If you're after
 my Clydesdale beanie baby, then you can't have it!!!" However, I always place
my stuffed Clydesdale 'Hoofer' to the front, around where Gostie's head was.

My Experiences

By: d.wilson140@ntlworld.com

Hello everyone.  I am quite new to this site and the people on it but do have a few things I'd like to share.
I've had a couple of experiences for which I can offer no rational explanation and want to throw them open to you guys to help me understand them.  My Grandad died when I was 15.  I was really close to him and he was more of a father to me than my own so called dad.  He had angina for years, and we knew he could go at any time but it was still a major shock when he did.  We were visiting my Gran shortly after his death and my sister was walking down the corridor that led from the front room and ended up in their bedroom on the way to the toilet which was on the left just after you went through the sliding door to the hallway when she heard someone crying. 
Rationality tells us that it could have been my Gran or the kids next door but on later investigation neither was true.  Next door were out and my Gran is really brave.  She's an amazing woman and was keeping a brave face in front of my mum, and she didn't cry.  Now the question I have is do ghosts have feelings?  I'd be interested in hearing from anyone who has any information or similar stories.
Also I believe the flat where I am currently living is haunted.  I also believe after speaking to a couple of family friend's who are psychics that it is my wife's grandad.  He did some bad things when he was alive, but would never hurt anyone.  Things move, disappear and then reappear where I've looked.  An example of this happened when a friend of our's came up a couple of years back and wanted a cigarette.  My wife left her packet on top of the fireplace.  She went to get one.  The packet wasn't there.  She looked all over.  It re-appeared.  Our daughter didn't have it.  Nathan new nothing of it.  I can't explain it.  No one else was there. 
Also people have felt someone push by them, and pinch them.  We had a couple of lodgers a little while back.  They have had paranormal experiences in the past.  Dave and Tina.  Tina said she felt someone pinch her bum.  No one was there, I certainly wouldn't have done it.  She did my head in when she was here.  We have a cat.  I call him my familiar or psychic buddy.  He is more attune to what goes on here than I am.  Every so often he stops and stares into space.  I sometimes feel that even though it is just me and him in the flat that someone else is here.  This is when my wife is out, and my daughter is out too.  It's just a feeling, don't know if it's imagination or something real.
Also as I said before a couple of family friends are psychic.  Both have told me things either on the phone or in person that were true and accurate.  Colin and Sarah.  Colin told me that someone from my past was trying to get back in touch, the day I saw my dad for the first time in years.  I hadn't seen Colin in a while. 
Also when Sarah was living locally to us we used to stay over at weekends.  Help her with the kids and stuff.  One Sunday morning she gave me a psychic reading from holding my Grandad's watch.  She told me things that I never told her, and was thinking questions to ask him and getting answers from him.  The messages that were passed on that day gave me so much enthusiasm for life, made me feel loved and aware that he is looking after me.
Later I got some things that I didn't know for sure verified from my Gran.  She's a little bit psychic herself.  She knows who's on the other side of the phone when it rings, and can tell when things are wrong.  She's also VERY good at reading people's characters and true feelings.  I can't get anything past her.
Anyway I've bored you guys for long enough.
For those who've stayed with me I thank you very much for your time, and hope to hear from you soon.

My Dog

By: dyl527@msn.com


    I was ten or eleven years old when this story happened. We lived on 5
acres of land right outside of the Achafalia Swamp in Louisiana. My sister
and I were always getting stray animals from all different places. None
stayed too long. One day, a Catahoula Cur dog showed up. They are a very
rare breed, so we figured that someone lost him. The dog was kind of strange
from the get-go. He once started barking and growling at me for no reason
and had me trapped for a while in the woods. Anyway, my sister was riding
her horse in the back of the land, and my Dad was holding the reins for her.
All of a sudden, the dog jumped through some bushes out of nowhere and
starts attacking the horse. My sister fell off of the horse and got kicked
in the head as the horse was trying to fight off the rabid dog. I was on my
bicycle watching my Dad try to get control of the situation. My sister spent
the rest of the day in the hospital with a concussion. When we got home from
the hospital, my Dad took the dog, tied him to a tree at the very back of
the property and put a 45 cal. hollow point though the dogs head. I did not
see him do this. The next day, I went out to feed and water the horse. We
moved him up to the house and had him tethered to a stake in the ground. I
was facing the horse when I heard the dog start whining behind me. I turned
suddenly and saw the dog coming from under the house with his head hung
down, whining as if he was in pain. I knew that my Dad shot him, so I was
very afraid of the dog. When he got to me, I saw the entry and exit(very
large) wound. I was talking very softly to the dog. The blood was dried on
him, and he seemed very real. It seems like i touched him too, but I really
can't remember. I do remember the look in his eyes though. I ran in the
house and got Dad. We looked all under the house and around it, but no dog.
My Dad then took me to where he killed the dog-and there he lay-dead with
the exact same bullet holes that I saw, only a bit more decomposed. I know
this seems strange, and it doesn't fit molds that I always understood about
ghost, but that is the way that it happened. Maybe it can help somebody
else?

My Childhood Experiences

By: AzianGirLPerson@aol.com
 
I wrote here about "The Hand." Well that was about my mom, I've had some experiences myself. In that same apartment, where my mom's story took place, I've felt things there too. One morning I was laying in bed and I could hear my mom in the bathroom with the water running. I was about 7 or 8 at the time. I had my back to the door (which was open) and facing the wall. I heard heavy breathing coming closer towards me. I froze...I didn't know what to think. I didn't want "IT" to hurt me in any way. It got louder and closer so I couldnt' take it anymore. I finally turned around as quick as I could, my heart was beating so fast. And as soon as I turned around I saw nothing. Everything just stopped. If it was one of my family members I would have heard them run out since our apartment had no carpeting, except our livingroom floor. Plus I was the youngest, my brother and sister were still alseep in their rooms, they wouldn't wake up early just to scare me. I ran to my m
I was about 7 or 8 and was sleeping over one of my cousin's house. I was there for a couple of days since it was some sort of school break. Probably Spring Break, don't really remember. On one of the nights, me and my younger cousin shared a bed. She had already fallen alseep, while I was still staring up the ceiling. (It always takes me awhile before falling asleep) For some reason I sat up and stared around the room, and i saw something move at the foot of the bed. I focused on it and I SWEAR! it was a man, squating down, wearing a Chinaman hat and a blue button up shirt and he was staring at ME!...I was totally shocked. I was thinking "this couldn't be happening" It looked like he was kinda scared of me too, or shy kuz he looked nervous, like he was trying to make sure I didn't see him. I was FREAKED! I layed myself down and went under the covers til I fell asleep. The next day, I told my older cousins and they told their mom. And she just kinda laughed, I guess she didnt believe me. Also that same tim
This story was when I was 9 or 10. We moved to a house on the same street as my dad. It was early in the morning and I had to get ready for school. Everyone else was still in bed. It was around 7:15 AM. I was in the bathroom brushing my hair. I had long hair then so I had to pull them all to the side before brushing. As I was flipping my hair from the right side onto the other, I saw a little girl standing next to me on my right. She was just looking up at me, kinda lost. But I only saw her, when my hair was moving. As soon as I saw her I stood still, and that was when she disappeared. I wasn't sure if it was real or just my imagination. But I STILL remember what she looked like and was wearing. She looked about 3 or 4, blond hair and they were curly in pigtails. She had a stripped sweater and probably blue jeans. I ran to my mom's room, not telling her, until a few years later. I never saw the girl again while living there for the next 2 or 3 years.
I was 15 when this happend to me. My younger half sister was sleeping over my house, so we both pulled the sofa's together and slept next to eachother. Once again, I was the one still up. It was about 1 AM and i finally turned off the TV. I was just about to doze off when I heard this buzzing noise inside my ears. My eyes were closed and I could see like electricity or bright lights everywhere. I tried to open my eyes and move but I couldn't. I then tried to scream so my sister could wake up but it didn't work either. After I dont kno how long, it seemed like I screamed at the top of my lungs, but all that came out was a little hum, and that's what stopped everything. All at once, I was free, and the lights were gone, I could move, and open my eyes. I looked around, and thought that was it. But it wasn't. I turned to my right side, facing my sister, and was about to fall asleep, and I heard the buzzing noise AGAIN! I opened my eyes really quick, and thought, "oh no, it aint happening again" So I woke my s
These are the major experiences that has scared me. And lucky enough, nothing has happened to me so far for 3 years. If anyone has any questions or comments feel free to email me. I have many experiences by my family members. And I would also like if anyone has any stories feel free to email me them. I would enjoy it alot. Thanks for all your time. I kno this was long hehe sorry.

Little boy

By: RP0421@msn.com

IT was one day that me and my brother went for a long-term vacation to the dominican republic it was the second day there. my brother went to sleep else where and I had to sleep by myself in my aunt's house.the climate is very hot over there so I decide to sleep with a fan. It was night time my cousin comes over then we go to sleep then I'm sleeping and I'm dreaming about being with my girl loren then eventually I wake up I open my eyes and see a white shadowy vision I pay no mind to it at first and I close my eyes to make sure and I open my eyes again and it's still there I'm partially face to face with the object it was a small child leaning on the drawer. I just went back to the other side of the bed where my cousin was sleeping and I slapped him in his face by mistake with the process in witch I was going back and I was crying and shaking. My cousin told me that I was seeing things but I wasn't I SPENT THE WHOLE NIGHT shaking and tearing in cold sweat.I was dying for the morning to come I was feeling the presence of someone in the room.I WENT to look if he was still there and it was gone but I wasn't sure and I didn't trust it to take a closer glance at it. I soon found out that the kid was murdered around the neighbor hood and that his name was spandra.that was the scariest visit I ever had I just want to know why me.THIS was a true story experienced aug.2002

Just Weird

By: snobear@ak.net

It started out to be like any other day. My sister and I just woke up to get ready for school. At the time we were about 8 and 6 years old. We went out to the kitchen to eat some breakfast and I stopped in dead silence to see a dark cloak walking around in my kitchen. When my sister ran into the back of me, she saw the same thing.I looked at her in shock.When I looked back it was gone. We told my mom about it and at first she did not want to believe it. But we had sworn on our graves that it was true. Then she told us that earlier that year when it was snowing she saw the same thing in our back yard and she thought it was a person trying to burglarize our house. Because we had just got robbed by teen kids. She went out there to yell at him but she lost him in the woods in the back of our house. When she looked for footprints there was none to be found. She felt very eerie because It had just snowed and there were no footprints.

I saw Grandma

By: ehepso@telus.net

This happened this Christmas. Right now I'm 11 years old. I was spending my
Christmas with my grandma this year. Just me and my grandma. The night
before Christmas I slept in my grandma's spare room. I don't know what time
it was but I woke up and saw my grandma looking at me. I turn on the light
so I could see her better but she was gone. I was totally freaked out. I
turned the light back off and my grandma was there again. I sceamed  and ran
all the way downstairs to Ray who lives in my grandma's basement. I told him
what happened but he just told me to go back upstairs and go to bed. I was
to scared so he came upstairs with me. We went in my grandma's room and she
was dead. So I guess I saw her as a ghost. I've always wanted to meet a
ghost but I didn't know it was that scary.

Horrible Devil

By: urbstev@yahoo.com

My grandfather told me a very true storie once,very scary..but beleive me it's a true storie. My grandfather who is still alive today, lived in Italy in the early 19th century.His grandfather use to live with him. My grandfather's family were very poor, so they all lived together. One day my great great grandfather was smoking a peep dark at night, he lived next to the moutains. His father always use to tell him, that next to the mountains, things use to hapen to people who use to go near, rumors were spread that an old lady once got killed by a evil spirit, poeple say...the spirit of the devil. He was lost and and scared,that night was a very cold night, he couldn't find his way home...then all of a sudden, he hears a weard noise...noises like chains moving together the noise got closer and closer,louder and louder then when he turns around, he see's  an ugly looking monster, with chains attached to it's hands and feet,a very big mouth, he was all red, and very ugly let me tell you he looked like a spirit, my great great grandfather was young then, he got very very scared so he dropped his peep and he ran away from the horrible monster.Not knowing he was home.He was crying all night for what he had seen that night, The next day, he rememberd he had dropped his peep, he decidedto go back there, in the morning when the sun was shinning and the birds were singing,and he found his peep on the floor...and he went back home, and had tollen everybody this story and thats how today, I know it...this is a very true storie...please beleive me I swear to god, this is..dont beleive me, I dont care, but for the beleivers out there, this is a true storie.....

Haunted Road?

By: wizardkatlady@yahoo.com

Upon doing some investigations for book I am currently working on I happened to run across this page, and thought that I put my own story out there. I am an RN and also have experienced strange happenings from the time I was eight years old in 1982. Although I have many interesting stories that I can share, the one most strange to me happened along a highway in North Carolina one night.. I happened to be driving home from Raligh (sp?) eve we lived about 80 miles south of the capital. It was very warm that eve and I had my windows down and the radio on so I would not happen to doze off although I asure it I was very awake dispite the time. I think that the radio was on more as comfort as the road was barren of all cars but for mine. I happened to be in deep thought more or less board by the long drive when out of the blue, there was an old man RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY moving car! He couldnt have been more then 100 feet. I had little time to think I hit the breaks hard and thought for a split second, "Oh My god all my experiences that one was the most frightening of all. If anyone has any comments or questions or would like to send me a few stories I would be glad to take them.

Haunted: But happy.

By: EVADBBAT@aol.com
 
Since my dad passed away three years ago we have had many encounters with him. First we noticed the smell of his pipe tobbacco. Then my wife heard him calling for her one day. In the last few weeks the occurances have increased. Both my wife and I have seen a figure in a gray sweater out of the corner of our eyes. She even saw the
entity was wearing sneakers, a trademark of my dad. About a month ago I was home alone when I felt a strong presence. I have never been in tune with the psychic world
like my wife. So for me to be seeing and feeling this things is foreign to me. I am not
afraid of him. As a matter of fact it is kind of nice to have him around.

Ghosts of Bell's Island

By: jacksonec@charter.net.



About five years ago, when I was eighteen, my parents uprooted themselves
from our home of eleven years in Virginia to move Bell's Island, Currituck,
fifty miles south, in North Carolina. I was leaving for the military in
about a month, so I wasn't too concerned; I spent time with my girlfriend,
and stayed with a friend while they were getting themselves situated. I paid
little or no attention to the house they had purchased, or anything
pertaining to it, as I was leaving so soon, I didn't feel it was to ever be
my home.
    What I did know about the house, what my parents so casually told me
as they bought the house, was that it was on water (A canal ran right
through their back yard, and no more than two-hundred feet later was the
Atlantic Ocean), it was a nice, big house, and it was an extremely good
deal, partly due to some strange architecture (add-ons and small bathrooms),
and partly due to the fact that the previous owners had died in it. Now,
there was something that bothered me. I have an inherent fear of ghosts and
such, and I believe strongly in the concept of "Cursed Earth," meaning that
if something bad happens in a place, that ground is always going to lean
towards bad things happening. Aside from that, I have had a couple
experiences with things that I could not explain that left me with not only
a fear of the paranormal, but also a strong belief in it. But those are
different stories for different days.
    I digress, my parents informed me about the previous owners dying,
but there was nothing very ominous about it. They were an older couple, the
parents, in fact, of our neighbors, and the husband had died of lung cancer,
and shortly thereafter, the wife died, presumably losing the will to live.
Nothing that we had heard (as I started inquiring as soon as I had found out
about the deaths) pointed to anything ominous.
    My parents moved in as soon as they bought the house, and once they
got settled, I joined them, in order to spend my last week of true freedom
with the before shipping out. The design of the house was a little awkward,
as it was designed with seniors in mind. The master bedroom and another
bedroom were on the first floor, right near the kitchen, and the guest room
was on the second floor, along with a large landing that was designed to be
a secondary family room, living room. Since I was staying temporarily, I
moved in upstairs in the guest room, which was to actually be my Mom's craft
room. That room spooked me. It was cold, cut off from the rest of the house,
and it had four, yes four, attic doors. And the attic doors were the narrow
ones that are real tall, so you could walk through them without crouching
much, but you'd have to turn sideways to get through them.
    The first thing I did when I put my bags in my room was checking the
attics. I opened each one up, and saw why there were four doors; the attics
had particle-board partitions, making them into a sort of four-room
addition. Other than that, the attics were empty and uninteresting, which
was just fine by me, and minus some squirrel tracks and chew marks, which
looked quite old; there were no signs of life. Which also calmed me down a
bit.
    After these initial checks, I calmed down a bit, unpacked my stuff
and forgot all about the fears I had about the room.
    I slept the first two nights there, without any memorable incident,
and then another two nights back in Virginia with friends, and my
girlfriend. The next night my girlfriend stayed with me in the room, with no
problems. By now, my fears had seemed childish and silly.
    The next night I came home after taking my girlfriend home, hung out
with my parents a while and then went to bed. That night was the first time
as an adult that I realized that childish fears aren't just for children,
nor are they always unfounded.
    That night as I lay in bed, I was reading a book, with way too much
energy to go to sleep. As I said, the room I was in was on the second floor,
and the only thing attached to it was the huge second floor landing which
was barren except for boxes waiting to be unpacked from the move. As I lay
on the bed reading, with the door closed (but not latched, we had a cat that
would scratch on latched doors), I heard the door creak open. I had my back
to the door, so I figured it was just the cat. I waited for him to jump up
on the bed and pester me, more than likely to lie on top of the book I was
reading, in order to get attention. Only, no such thing happened. I finally
turned and looked on the floor for the cat, and there was nothing. I got up
and went to the door, expecting to see the cat lying outside. Sometimes he
would push a door open, investigate, find nothing of interest, and then head
back out, so it didn't seem unlikely that he had done just that.
    When I opened the door, he wasn't there. Now, I got a little creeped
out, but I figured that he had just hidden behind a box, or gone down
stairs, no reason to come to any brash conclusions. I looked out across the
landing, which was pitch black, and over the side, which was also pitch
black, I didn't see the cat, but that didn't mean he wasn't there. Bell's
Island nights are as black as coal, with no city nearby. Bart (my cat) could
have been standing in front of me, and I wouldn't have known it. I tell you
all of this, reader, because I want you to understand that I didn't want to
think that the door opening could have been caused by anything other than
the cat, because then I would just scare myself witless.
    So, after resigning myself to the cat being an obnoxious prankster,
as he was known to be, I went back to reading. No sooner had I laid down on
the bed, I heard the door creak open again. Not to leave anything to chance,
I spun around on saw the cat, sure enough. Despite the fact that my pulse
was going a million beats a minute, I was relieved, and I got the cat on the
bed with me and went back to reading.
    I read for another five minutes or so when I heard the door creak
again. I turned, half expecting to see the cat (even though I knew he was on
the bed), and half expecting to see the boogey man. I saw neither. What I
saw was a closed door. Closed but not latched. That bothered me immensely. I
figured it was the heater, but I knew better because my parents were
extremely frugal, and if the temperature wasn't sub-zero, they didn't turn
on the heater. Rather than panic, I just tried to dismiss it internally, and
go back to reading. Chalking the door up to the house settling, or some sort
of pressurization change. Whatever, just not ghosts.
    As soon as I had conclusively decided this, the door creaked again.
Open this time. Then, as I sat watching it, it creaked closed. That was all
for me. I went on the landing, turned on all the lights, pulled my
pocketknife and went spook hunting. Now, I knew in my head that a
pocketknife wouldn't do anything, but it felt better than just stumbling
around the house defenseless. "Hell," I thought, "maybe it's a prowler
anyway."
    That comforted me more than the ghost explanation, again.
    Well, I did my little house sweep, found nothing. So I turned on the
lights in the computer room, along with the TV, and browsed the web until
dawn. Once the sun came up, I felt better and went to bed without further
incident.
The next day proceeded just fine, and it was my last day prior to leaving
for the military. My girlfriend had gone back to college, so I just hung out
with my parents again, and then when they went to bed, I went back to the
guest room. Again, I tried reading. This time, the door didn't do anything,
and I finally gave up the night before as a freak occurrence, cut out the
lights, and lay down to go to sleep. I was wrong about the whole freak
occurrence thing.
As I lay in bed, I could hear a skittering sound in the attic. It sounded
like squirrels, so I figured that's what it was, and it didn't bother me.
Too much. I lay there, and I would hear the sound intermittently, along with
the occasional light thump. Like a squirrel jumping. I continued to tell my
self it was squirrels, even as the noise got louder. Then I heard the main
door creak open. When the door creaked open, I knew if I looked I would see
nothing there, no cat, no boogey man, and I was right, there was nothing.
Except that the door was all the way open, normally when the cat did it, or
the night before, the door would open a little less than halfway. Not
tonight, I could see out into the pitch-blackness of the landing, and I
could still hear things in the attic. I still hadn't admitted to myself that
I was scared, so I just chalked up to squirrels and house settling-type
noises. The noises in the attic became the sound of people wrestling. Loud
thumps, loud scuffles. I could feel the vibration of the impact through the
bed. Finally, it all came to an end with a very loud crash. Everything
calmed down. I heard nothing else all night, and I went to sleep.
I woke up scared, but everything was calm, the sun was up, and there were no
more noises from the attic. The only odd thing was that the door was closed
and latched, and the cat was in the room with me, and less than happy about
it. I got out of bed, let the cat out, and decided I would never sleep in
that house again.
As my parents drove me to the Military Processing Station I told them what
happened. My dad blew it off; my mom believed it but wasn't scared by it.
They both ended up believing it, as I would find out over the years.
To shorten up my story (I tend to ramble), here are the incidents my parents
have experienced:
        -    While they were unpacking after I left, all the
knives in the silverware disappeared, only to reappear on the dining room
table two days later, in a very neat row.
        -    If my mom smokes in bed the bed will shake. It
wasn't noticeable at first, but she and my dad swear that now it is very
real and fairly violent.
        -    One morning, my dad went to leave the house to go to
work, but the front door would not open. He pulled and pulled but it
wouldn't open. Bent of logic, my dad figured the door had warped and tried
the back door. Same thing. The side door, same thing. No door leading to the
outside would open. An hour later, as if nothing had ever happened the front
door opened with ease when my dad tried it. There was a massive car wreck
that he more than likely would have been in if he had left on time.
        -    The usual, lights that turn on and off by
themselves, doors that open and close by themselves.
        -    My dad swears that he'll hear his bedroom door open,
and feel the cat jump on the bed, but when he looks, there's no cat.

This is my story. It is by far the most physically real haunting I've ever
seen. My parents are extremely trustworthy. Especially my dad, because he
didn't believe in any of this until they moved in. And of course I saw it
myself.
My mom swears that they are the ghosts of the prior owners, and only trying
to keep my parents safe (discouraging smoking, knives, preventing my dad
from possibly being in a wreck). Whatever the case, I have to admit that
they give me the willies.
To this day, I have never spent another night in that house. When I go to
visit them, I stay in Virginia.

Ghosts in South Carolina

By: roy@darkfiction.org

Saw your site while searching for haunting material.  Noticed you already have a couple listing for Sumter, SC, where I live.  Thought I’d submit another.
I used to live in a two story house on Church Street in Sumter.  Corner of Church Street and Pear Street. Moved away in 1970.   House had been vacant a long time.  Lots of windows broken out, etc., when we moved there.  When first moving in, heard from neighbors that house was haunted.  My family didn’t believe this at first.  We do now.  Hearsay gives house bad reputation.  First owner lost house in poker game before he moved in—committed suicide by drowning himself in lake.  Winner here got into financial trouble and killed himself in upstairs bathroom. Rumors of more suicides.
My parents used the house as a convalescent home.  Of course several people died there.
Things I know of:
Something walking upstairs hall at random times.  Several people involved hearing this.
Sounds upstairs as if someone is turning over furniture, in a rampage or something.
Two people claimed something shoved them while descending staircase.  One ended with broken arm.
One person claimed something tried to smother them with pillow as they slept.
Bathroom where poker game winner killed himself—door opens sometimes, then water turns on in bathtub, at time when I lived there, bathtub was claw foot type.
Some patients, of course elderly, asked who the elderly woman was that came in to talk to them occasionally.  We knew of no elderly woman doing this.
And the down right evil, threatening feeling, one sometimes gets when threatened, came and went in this house.
I ride by the house sometimes, but have never stopped and asked present residents if they’ve noticed anything strange.

Ghosts (obviously)

By: gshevy@telusplanet.net

This isn't a particularily scary story, so if you don't want to finish reading it you don't have to. Anyway, a few years ago, I think it was in November, I woke up in the middle of the night with tears streaming down my face(I don't remember what the dream was). I looked up and saw an old woman standing next tomy bed, only it didn't look like she was really there, you know? She looked like she was wearing one of those hospital gowns and her hair was thick and snowy white that fell to her shoulders. It surprised me so I turned to turn on my bedside lamp, but when I turned back she wasn't there any more.Thinking I must have still been half asleep, I promptly forgot about it and went back to dreaming.
In the morning my mom said she had gotten a call from the hospital that my dad's mom had been admitted to some years before, The look on her face told me everything I needed to know, my gramma was dead and I had never had the chance to meet her.
Then i remembered the previous night and asked my mom what gramma had been like and she told me(among other things) that she'd had beautiful, thick, white hair that she always wore to her shoulders

Ghost experiences I have had.

By: graceful_virtue1@btopenworld.com

Hi my name is Keeley.
I have had many experiences with Ghosts and other strange goings on!
You could say it runs in my family!
When my mother was young and at high school she once woke to see her boyfriend sat in a chair at the end of the bed, although this in its self was freaky because he was still alive the freakiest part came the next day when he dumped her! The new superstion is never sleep in a room where there is an empty chair..........Somebody may sit in it!!!!
My experiences start from when I was 4 or 5 I remeber having a friend that no-one else could see.
Big Whoop! I hear you say that is not all though! She always appeared pale blue to me! and looked cold and dressed in a pinnifore and dress with lace up boots! Not the usual garb for the 80's and being only young and not alloued to watch much tv thought well I couldn't have picked her up from there!
I used to talk to her but only in the house! And it wasn't as if I had a troubled childhood it was very happy as I recall!
Her name she told me was Rebecca but I called her Fluie because she said she had died of Influenza! Now where a 5 year old gets a word like that from I don't know but it was enough to make my mum scream at me at the top of her voice Shut up Stop talking to NO-ONE but I couldn't understand it because I could see her!
We soon moved house and Fluie didn't follow!
Later My parents devorced and we moved into a council house that had only just been vacated by the previous tennant dying!
I was later to find out my new bedroom was his!
When in my first night there I found I couldn't sleep because my mum was decorating on the landing outside my room.
So I lay there not really knowing if I was going to drift off! I didn't feel tired!
Then I saw someone at the foot of my bed out of the corner of my eye, thinking it was my mum I looked down to where it was and saw a Man standing there He was approx 5'6" old well into his 70's early 80's tanned skin like clay he wore a checked lumberjack shirt and brown waist coat and brown trousers, The wierdest thing about him was he didn't have any eye's just sockets!
Not being from the area I later asked a friend who lived there and she told me but I forgotten over the years but it didn't seem to scare me after that.
When some years later my Grandad died in quite sudden circumstances I was the one who woke to hear the phone ringning although I was the furthest away!
And on the night he died the main clock that chimes chimed 13 times at the time he died although it was 12.30am!!
I moved in with my Boyfriend a couple of years later and we moved house so we could be together, One night in this new flat he woke to find a woman laid inbetween us he said she was thin and as I am a generously made person it scared him!
Then a few nights later I woke to find the same woman laid again between us!
At this point I should say I was told at 17 I would never concieve naturally and my partner having gone through Cancer treatment was told he wouldn't father children due to it but not long after moving into the flat I found I was pregnant! We had a son.
Nothing happened for some years and now we are in a different house and I feel that I am being watched and my Eldest son the one concieved in the Flat has now got some "Friends" The main one is called Nutchie and he has some family Mim Mim, Nobboln, I don't know where he gets these names from but they have arrived since we moved his bedroom to the attic in order to make his room into a bathroom. Could these be the same type of "friends" as I had or are they just make belive? I just don't know!
He does seem to be obsessed with them dying though and he talks about them as thought they had real lives!
 Other encounters I have had are at a friends I asked her if she had a black and white collie she said she had and that he had died I looked shocked because I had just seen the dog walk around the chair I was sitting on and follow her into the kitchen, Another was while babysitting I heard footsteps upstairs beleiving this to be one of the children getting up I went up only to descover that they were both fast asleep in their beds and later found out that a ghost of an old lady looked over them!
I have had several small encounters like that but all too numerouse to tell about now so I will leave you with these and tell me what you think please.

Haunting

By: two_perfect59@hotmail.com
 
My friends and I are all in a youth group together and we plained a trip to
Ottawa.We stayed in an old jail sell.We had paid for a tour around the hostal
and when we were at the last room of the tour weird things started to
happening.The leader of the tour was called down stairs for an ergent
meeting. He offered to take us back down but we said that we were old enough
to take care of our selves.The horrifing thing was that we were one death
road.When we walked by a jail cell once , everything was perfectly
normally,the bed was correctly placed at the bottem of the floor.However when
we walked back again the bed was up against the wall.We walked by again and
this time the bed was on top of the sealing.Well your probably thinking why
didn't we go after the second walk by,well it was a pretty large hostal and
we didn't exactly know where we were at that point.Not to worry after a few
minutes of screaming for help our youth leader found us.We haven't told this
to anyone because like who would beleive us!

Friends camping story

By: Aquemeni05@aol.com
 
I sent this once before but it didn't send right. Well, my friend and his family were camping a couple of summers ago some where in Montana I couldn't tell you where though. Anyway after the first night they stayed they woke up and sat down for breakfast and planned to take a hike. Well, during breakfast someone noticed an old lady standing behind a bush in raggedy clothes and startled them. Their father stared talking to her wondering what she was doing so far out there. She said she lived down the trail about 2 miles. She then warned them to be careful because it was really dry and nobody needed any fires out there, and then she walked down the trail out of site. Well, they hiked as planned down the trail she went down and about 2 mile down the trail they came upon a burnt cabin. Kinda freaky! Thanks for you time.

Columbine Boy

By: Stephanie.Bloom@McKesson.com

My family has a history of "occurrences" in where we have had contact with
the other side. They most often occur when some family member is in danger
or trouble, but not all of the time. I call this one the Columbine Boy
because the first time we saw him was the night of the Columbine Tragedy. My
two twin cousins went to Columbine High School and on the day of the event
one had stayed home because she was playing sick and the other was there, in
the cafeteria. Later in the evening, after the girls and their friends had
been accounted for, my Aunt was standing at the kitchen sink doing dishes.
Behind her, the family sat around the table discussing the days events. As
she looked to the right, she saw a boy creeping up the stairs, much like a
child does when playing hide and go seek, cautiously looking to the left and
to the right with each inch upward. My Aunt was not afraid and said she got
a very peaceful and calm feeling from this person. The rest of the family
could not see the stairs from the angle of the table. He casually walked
into the formal living room. My Aunt went the opposite direction, as the