Pond Ghost

By: mindym@wicomico.org

This morning, (Sept. 11, 2001) I was out running near my home. I have to
start before daylight if I want a long run and then to get to work on time.
I passed by a place that I've passed many times before, but this time there
was someone standing there. Actually not a someone, just a pale figure. It
was near a little pond or water filled hollow with trees growing thickly on
the far side. It was standing in front of these trees. I went by it kind of
fast, right away it left me with a chilly feeling. Some rational part of my
mind starts in telling me that I didn't see anything, or that if I did see
anything it was only a plank or something, laid against those trees. I've
never seen anything there before though, and the location that it was in
would be hard to get to, only reachable by swimming or wading the pond or
beating a way through those trees. Next time I think I'll approach it
coming from the other direction. There will be more light then and if there
is a physical object there I'll see it better. This isn't the first time
I've seen something though, I'm beginning to think I'm touched or whatever.

By: crai1614@speakeasy.net

I had a possible haunting experience during the late fall of 1993.  I
was a student at San Jose State University.  I was living in the
dormitories.  I wanted to switch from sharing a room with a roommate to
having a room all to myself.  There were single rooms available in the
dormitory building called Royce hall.  Royce hall was a kept empty of
students and used for visitors of the university here for conventions or
programs.  This achedemic year was the first time it was being open for
students for a while.  The building was more than half empty.  I had an
acquaintance (a friend of a friend) that moved to Royce a month before I
did (let's call him Joe).  Before I moved to Royce he moved out to live
in another dorm building.  First he told me that he got out of Royce
because it was so empty and boring.  He kept recommending that I do not
move to Royce, but I moved in anyway because I find peace and quiet
appealing.
The day after I moved into Royce, my friend and I help our Joe move his
stuff out.  When we are finishing up my friend made a joking comment,
"Okay let's get out of here before 'it' gets angry."  I asked him what
was he talking about.  Joe told my friend to shut up and let's not talk
about it in the room.  We went outside of Royce and I asked again what
this was all about.  Joe told me I probably don't want to hear it.  I
persisted and asked him to tell me.  Joe finally agreed and said that he
feels bad telling this because I just moved in but the place is
haunted.  He said one night, when he was sleeping, his alarm clock kept
going off even though it wasn't set to go off until morning.  Later when
we got back to bed he said he felt something push down on him hard
against the bed.  He looked but couldn't see anyone there.  He said he
couldn't move and couldn't breath.  He said the force pushing on him
finally let go and terrified he screamed like he never screamed before.
He told me that he never stayed at Royce at night again and didn't want
to be in there for too long during the day, that is the real reason he
moved.  I don't think Joe was lying to me, he and my friends weren't the
type to play this kind of joke one someone.  However, I doubted that he
had an encounter with a supernatural force.  I thought he most likely
had a terrifying dream that seemed real to him or he could have been
taking drugs or over stressed from classes.
Even though I doubt Joe's story, it was a little spooky at Royce hall.
I told myself if there are ghosts, encounters with them will probably
freighting but no physical harm will come to you.  Joe's room was on the
same floor I was on, about 6 doors down from my room.  My floor, the top
floor was the most empty of the building.  Their were only about 7
people on my floor.  One thing that was really spooking me is that I
heard sounds.  A room next to me had bed creaking and wall tapping
sounds, but no one lived in that room.  Every night I would hear foot
steps walking down the hall but I would hear any doors open or close.
This was unusual because the hallway had doors on each end and I can
hear my neighbors close there doors at night.  After a few weeks, I
started to peek through the peep hole of my door when I heard foot
steps.  There were times when I heard the foot steps go past my door but
I did not see anyone.
One night when I was in bed getting ready to sleep I heard the foot
steps again with out any sounds of doors opening again.  This time the
foots step sounds sounded like they entered my room.  The foot steps
went from my door and then to the empty bed on the other side of the
room (The dorm rooms had two beds, even for students that sign up for
single rooms) and then I heard a loud crashing sound on the empty bed in
my room as if someone jumped on it.  I yelled. "Holy f**cking sh*t!!!"
jumped out of my bed ran to the light switch next to my door and faced
the empty bed with my fists out ready for a fight.  I didn't hear any
more foot step sounds or sound coming from my bed.  I slept with the
lights on that night.  I would continue to hear the foot steps sounds
(with the absences of door sounds) and I continued to hear sounds from
the empty room next to me.
During the next semester, Royce hall began to have more residents.  A
girl moved into the room where I heard sounds from.  The girl stayed
their the whole semester so I assumed that she did not have any
freighting experiences (she had a boyfriend that spent the nights with
her).  I did still hear the strange foot steps but I never heard and
sounds come into my room again.  Joe's former room remained empty for
the entire school year.
I don't know what to make of my experience at Royce hall.  I thought
mbar the ghost story from Joe had made my sense of hearing hyper
sensitive and made me a little jumpy.  But the crashing sound on my bed
sounded so real and sounded like it came from the bed.  I heard the
distinct sound of the bed's springs creaking when it happened.  I never
heard sounds from the floor below me so I doubt the sound could have
been someone jumping on their bed bellow me.  When I found the
ShadowLands website I checked to see any listings about Royce hall being
haunted but the only thing I could find was a mention that the old gym
being haunted.  Royce isn't close to the old gym so I doubt there was a
connection there.
 

By: Peeps2711@aol.com
 

Five of my friends and I took a trip down to the screaming bridge in Arlington, Texas.  We got there at about 10:00 and walked around on some trails after the bridge until about 11:50 when we ended up on the bridge.  My friend and I just walked straight across the bridge because I got a really bad feeling about it.  Four of my other friends stayed on the bridge until 12:00 when they said they saw something.  This is what one of them wrote when we got back to my place.
I was on the bridge, waiting for my friends.  The Brians kept going but I was getting dizzy and looking through a white haze.  Jason asked if I was alright, but I felt great.  I HAD to stay on the bridge.  I HAD to wait for what came.  It was 11:50pm.  Alex and the Jasons were there with me.  We started to hear footsteps run around.  Looking off the bridge, I saw the shore of the creek and heard the footsteps.  I'm not even sure if they were footsteps.  It was like rocks crushing.  I kept hearing it on one side of the bridge.  Then, I heard it on the other side of the bridge so I ran over.  All I saw was the otherside of the bridge.  At some point, we commented on the light filtering through the trees.  I started to hear whispering and tried to concentrate on that.  To my left, I noticed my three friends were in a line, staring at one end of the bridge.  I turned around and didn't see anything.  Then I did.  An inky blackness was coming out of the ground.  It seemed to pulse then grow, covering the ligh
t.  At that moment, I stopped hearing the whispering.  I stopped seeing in a white haze.  I ran.  My friends started running and they made it over the bridge's bar before me.  One started yelling at me to stop running but I ran.  They eventually slowed to a walk and I turned around.  I saw the black again and ran again.  The others began running as well and we made it to the light where the Brians were waiting with their car.  We went across the street to our car.  It was 12:02.
The other three guys on the bridge said they saw it come out of a tree

By: anonymous
 

This is about my flat in Nottingham, United Kingdom of Great Britain. (Home of Robin Hood)
In February 2000, my brother and I moved temporarily into a flat (apartment).  The main door to the flat was at the bottom of the concrete staircase.  You could hear anyone come in, because the door was kinda stiff to open and close.  Although it only had one bedroom, we turned the lounge into another one.  My brother shared the main bedroom with his girlfriend and I shared the lounge/bedroom with my partner and our 2 girls (we partitioned off half of the room as it was really big).  I always felt that there was something odd about the place.  It wasn't an old building and there was nothing spooky about it.  My brother and his girlfriend both worked at a nightclub and didn't get home until early hours in the morning usually around 3.30am.
It all started one weekend.  It was about 3.30am - 4.00am and my partner and I thought we heard them come home from work.  Normally they would tell us they were in.  We could hear some muffled voices in their room, but that was all.  It was a really hot night and my partner decided to run a bath.  As the bath was running, we heard someone go into the bathroom, go to the toilet and flush it, they then turned off the bath water and the light and went back into the bedroom and shut the door.
We didn't really think anything of it at the time, but usually they would have spoken to us by now.
So we shrugged it off and both jumped into the bath for a while.  About half and hour later, we heard the front door being opened and laughter coming up the stairs.  I shouted 'who is that' and I heard my brother shout 'it's me and Annie'.  I shouted to him 'well who is in your bedroom then?' and he shouted back 'no one is!'.  I said to him 'stop messing me about and tell me who is in there.'  He popped his head around the bathroom door and said to me 'there isn't anybody in there, we have only just finished work, we stayed back for a lock in/party.  You can always ring up my work place and ask them if you don't believe me!'
Well, my partner and I just sat there in the bath and went as white as a sheet.  I told him what had happened and he couldn't believe it.  I know it wasn't him because he too went as white as a sheet.
There had been a couple of strange things happen before the bath incident.  My partner thought I had tapped him on his back whilst he was in bed.  When he looked round there was no one there. He even looked under the bed to see if I was hiding. But I was in the bathroom.  Another time whilst I was on my pc talking to a friend on the internet, I swear I saw this little man walking out of my bedroom.
My brother moved out shortly after that and my two daughters aged 4 and 10 at the time moved into the bedroom.  They had a small portable black and white television in their room which could only be controlled by hand.  Most mornings at around 4am we heard the television switch on, no channel had been selected, just that damn crackly noise.  We would go into the bedroom and they would both be sound asleep.  This happened quite alot until the day we moved out.
I said to my partner that I felt someone had died in the flat.  It wasn't until a day or two before we moved out, that I found out from my neighbour downstairs, (an old gentleman whom had lived there for years) that a small old man had actually died from old age in the small bedroom.
Whether or not he didn't like the lights left on or the bath running I don't know.  But to this day I still don't know who or what went in the bathroom to the toilet, flushed it, turned off the bath tap and turned off the light went into the bedroom and shut the door.  It still puzzles me now.

By: Celiona_81@hotmail.com
 
    It might seem hard to believe but it is a true and unforgettable experience I’ve never met. No one believes me when I told them about this, but I hope you do! It happened in my University. First let me introduce myself. I'm an undergraduate student and am staying in the University's hostel now. One night, around 3 to 5 am when everybody is sleeping I was awoken by a loud 'bang' noise from outside the room. I thought it might be someone slamming the door. So, I went back to sleep without checking what exactly it was. After about 5 to 10 minutes, I heard the noise again. And this time the noise was getting louder and faster! I was so frighten that i dare not move a bit. I was hiding inside my blanket hoping that someone will check it out. The time passed very slowly and I can feel that something or someone was beside me, standing and starring still at me.  I was sweating, as I know something was there! I felt so helpless and hopeless and I know I have to do something. So, I opened my eyes slowly and peep through from my blanket. I can hear the fast pulsating movement of my heart as if it was screaming for help. At that moment, I saw a big fierce eyes looking into my eyes. 'NO!!!' I screamed loudly but no sound came out from my mouth and it grabbed me and pulled me down from the bed. I cried, screamed and tried to run away but it seemed like it had controlled me! I could not make any sound or move as I wished. Then, it bite me so hard on the right of my shoulder but I remember I did not move at all when it bites me as I know nothing can be done anymore. My tears rolled down my cheek as I was in great pain. I felt hopeless and the only thing I can do is to pray! Then the next thing I can remember was that I was lying on my bed with tears in my eyes and was surrounded by my friends. They told me my door was wide open and so they came in and saw me lying and crying on the bed. I thought everything was just a dream but it was not! Till now, I still cannot forget it as the scar on my right shoulder is still there with me......

House on Islay

By: callahang@armassoc.com

HI, Years ago my girlfriend (I'll call her Beth) and her husband were moving
from Calif. to Arizona.Beth's husband went along first to get the new house
ready and she stayed behind to sell the old one. Beth didn't want to stay
alone so I moved in till she sold the house.The house was very old,when they
bought it some years before it was a wreck. An old woman had lived there
until her death.Vines grew atop the whole house, all the windows were
boarded up and nailed shut from the inside, and the yards were terribly
overgrown.They did a major over haul of the old house and yards it turned
out quite charming.The old woman's family left a lot of her belongings in
the house.
Well the house turned out to be not so charming as I found out later. I
worked during the day and Beth worked at night, so I was alone at night. I
got home from work at around 4pm, Beth was at work already. Upon walking in
the front door I had full view of the dining room, all of the chairs at the
table were all pulled out about 2 to 3 feet, almost every day.This puzzeled
me so I asked Beth why she did this,Beth said she never moved the chairs....
There was a wall between the kitchen and the dining room, in this wall was a
cut out about 2 feet by 2 feet square, a window /shelf of sorts on witch you
could see through. There on this shelf was a hideous statue carved out of
some sort of snow white, very crumbly material. It was of a rearing horse,a
man and a dog, all of witch had the eyes grossly gouged out. Beth told me
never to touch the statue witch faced toward the kitchen this is how the
statue had been when they moved in (left by the old woman) or to move it as
it would surly fall to dust. I noticed one day the statue had been turned to
face the dining room, I NEVER touched the thing I hated it, Beth said the
same thing she had never bothered it.We were both very shaken at this
occurrence, we never found out how it was turned or the chairs got pulled
out as it was the two of us in the house.
Then there was the doll....................This doll was also left in the
house,it was creepy and very, very old. The flesh of the doll was made out
of some sort of animal hide,it had human hair, and even some kind of
fingernails embedded in the hands, it had small protruding individual
glass-like teeth set into the face!!! Well with age the skin had turned a
brownish color and had shriveled up grossly and knarled the hands.Elizabeth,
Beth named her sat in a small wooden high chair in the spare bedroom, she
too had changed positions often without being physically touched. Needless
to say I was thourghly freaked and so was Beth, I had had enough so as soon
as that creepy house sold we were GONE.... Never have I even driven by it in
all these years. Many other HI, Years ago my girlfriend (I'll call her Beth)
and her husband were moving from Calif. to Arizona.Beth's husband went along
first to get the new house ready and she stayed behind to sell the old one.
Beth didn't want to stay alone so I moved in till she sold the house.The
house was very old,when they bought it some years before it was a wreck. An
old woman had lived there until her death.Vines grew atop the whole house,
all the windows were boarded up and nailed shut from the inside, and the
yards were terribly overgrown.They did a major over haul of the old house
and yards it turned out quite charming.The old woman's family left a lot of
her belongings in the house.
Well the house turned out to be not so charming as I found out later. I
worked during the day and Beth worked at night, so I was alone at night. I
got home from work at around 4pm, Beth was at work already. Upon walking in
the front door I had full view of the dining room, all of the chairs at the
table were all pulled out about 2 to 3 feet, almost every day.This puzzeled
me so I asked Beth why she did this,Beth said she never moved the chairs....
There was a wall between the kitchen and the dining room, in this wall was a
cut out about 2 feet by 2 feet square, a window /shelf of sorts on witch you
could see through. There on this shelf was a hideous statue carved out of
some sort of snow white, very crumbly material. It was of a rearing horse,a
man and a dog, all of witch had the eyes grossly gouged out. Beth told me
never to touch the statue witch faced toward the kitchen this is how the
statue had been when they moved in (left by the old woman) or to move it as
it would surly fall to dust. I noticed one day the statue had been turned to
face the dining room, I NEVER touched the thing I hated it, Beth said the
same thing she had never bothered it.We were both very shaken at this
occurrence, we never found out how it was turned or the chairs got pulled
out as it was the two of us in the house.
Then there was the doll....................This doll was also left in the
house,it was creepy and very, very old. The flesh of the doll was made out
of some sort of animal hide,it had human hair, and even some kind of
fingernails embedded in the hands, it had small protruding individual
glass-like teeth set into the face!!! Well with age the skin had turned a
brownish color and had shriveled up grossly and knarled the hands.Elizabeth,
Beth named her sat in a small wooden high chair in the spare bedroom, she
too had changed positions often without being physically touched. Needless
to say I was thourghly freaked and so was Beth, I had had enough so as soon
as that creepy house sold we were GONE.... Never have I even driven by it in
all these years. Many other HI, Years ago my girlfriend (I'll call her Beth)
and her husband were moving from Calif. to Arizona.Beth's husband went along
first to get the new house ready and she stayed behind to sell the old one.
Beth didn't want to stay alone so I moved in till she sold the house.The
house was very old,when they bought it some years before it was a wreck. An
old woman had lived there until her death.Vines grew atop the whole house,
all the windows were boarded up and nailed shut from the inside, and the
yards were terribly overgrown.They did a major over haul of the old house
and yards it turned out quite charming.The old woman's family left a lot of
her belongings in the house.
Well the house turned out to be not so charming as I found out later. I
worked during the day and Beth worked at night, so I was alone at night. I
got home from work at around 4pm, Beth was at work already. Upon walking in
the front door I had full view of the dining room, all of the chairs at the
table were all pulled out about 2 to 3 feet, almost every day.This puzzeled
me so I asked Beth why she did this,Beth said she never moved the chairs....
There was a wall between the kitchen and the dining room, in this wall was a
cut out about 2 feet by 2 feet square, a window /shelf of sorts on witch you
could see through. There on this shelf was a hideous statue carved out of
some sort of snow white, very crumbly material. It was of a rearing horse,a
man and a dog, all of witch had the eyes grossly gouged out. Beth told me
never to touch the statue witch faced toward the kitchen this is how the
statue had been when they moved in (left by the old woman) or to move it as
it would surly fall to dust. I noticed one day the statue had been turned to
face the dining room, I NEVER touched the thing I hated it, Beth said the
same thing she had never bothered it.We were both very shaken at this
occurrence, we never found out how it was turned or the chairs got pulled
out as it was the two of us in the house.
Then there was the doll....................This doll was also left in the
house,it was creepy and very, very old. The flesh of the doll was made out
of some sort of animal hide,it had human hair, and even some kind of
fingernails embedded in the hands, it had small protruding individual
glass-like teeth set into the face!!! Well with age the skin had turned a
brownish color and had shriveled up grossly and knarled the hands.Elizabeth,
Beth named her sat in a small wooden high chair in the spare bedroom, she
too had changed positions often without being physically touched. Needless
to say I was thourghly freaked and so was Beth, I had had enough so as soon
as that creepy house sold we were GONE.... Never have I even driven by it in
all these years. Many other HI, Years ago my girlfriend (I'll call her Beth)
and her husband were moving from Calif. to Arizona.Beth's husband went along
first to get the new house ready and she stayed behind to sell the old one.
Beth didn't want to stay alone so I moved in till she sold the house.The
house was very old,when they bought it some years before it was a wreck. An
old woman had lived there until her death.Vines grew atop the whole house,
all the windows were boarded up and nailed shut from the inside, and the
yards were terribly overgrown.They did a major over haul of the old house
and yards it turned out quite charming.The old woman's family left a lot of
her belongings in the house.
Well the house turned out to be not so charming as I found out later. I
worked during the day and Beth worked at night, so I was alone at night. I
got home from work at around 4pm, Beth was at work already. Upon walking in
the front door I had full view of the dining room, all of the chairs at the
table were all pulled out about 2 to 3 feet, almost every day.This puzzeled
me so I asked Beth why she did this,Beth said she never moved the chairs....
There was a wall between the kitchen and the dining room, in this wall was a
cut out about 2 feet by 2 feet square, a window /shelf of sorts on witch you
could see through. There on this shelf was a hideous statue carved out of
some sort of snow white, very crumbly material. It was of a rearing horse,a
man and a dog, all of witch had the eyes grossly gouged out. Beth told me
never to touch the statue witch faced toward the kitchen this is how the
statue had been when they moved in (left by the old woman) or to move it as
it would surly fall to dust. I noticed one day the statue had been turned to
face the dining room, I NEVER touched the thing I hated it, Beth said the
same thing she had never bothered it.We were both very shaken at this
occurrence, we never found out how it was turned or the chairs got pulled
out as it was the two of us in the house.
Then there was the doll....................This doll was also left in the
house,it was creepy and very, very old. The flesh of the doll was made out
of some sort of animal hide,it had human hair, and even some kind of
fingernails embedded in the hands, it had small protruding individual
glass-like teeth set into the face!!! Well with age the skin had turned a
brownish color and had shriveled up grossly and knarled the hands.Elizabeth,
Beth named her sat in a small wooden high chair in the spare bedroom, she
too had changed positions often without being physically touched. Needless
to say I was thourghly freaked and so was Beth, I had had enough so as soon
as that creepy house sold we were GONE.... Never have I even driven by it in
all these years. Many other HI, Years ago my girlfriend (I'll call her Beth)
and her husband were moving from Calif. to Arizona.Beth's husband went along
first to get the new house ready and she stayed behind to sell the old one.
Beth didn't want to stay alone so I moved in till she sold the house.The
house was very old,when they bought it some years before it was a wreck. An
old woman had lived there until her death.Vines grew atop the whole house,
all the windows were boarded up and nailed shut from the inside, and the
yards were terribly overgrown.They did a major over haul of the old house
and yards it turned out quite charming.The old woman's family left a lot of
her belongings in the house.
Well the house turned out to be not so charming as I found out later. I
worked during the day and Beth worked at night, so I was alone at night. I
got home from work at around 4pm, Beth was at work already. Upon walking in
the front door I had full view of the dining room, all of the chairs at the
table were all pulled out about 2 to 3 feet, almost every day.This puzzeled
me so I asked Beth why she did this,Beth said she never moved the chairs....
There was a wall between the kitchen and the dining room, in this wall was a
cut out about 2 feet by 2 feet square, a window /shelf of sorts on witch you
could see through. There on this shelf was a hideous statue carved out of
some sort of snow white, very crumbly material. It was of a rearing horse,a
man and a dog, all of witch had the eyes grossly gouged out. Beth told me
never to touch the statue witch faced toward the kitchen this is how the
statue had been when they moved in (left by the old woman) or to move it as
it would surly fall to dust. I noticed one day the statue had been turned to
face the dining room, I NEVER touched the thing I hated it, Beth said the
same thing she had never bothered it.We were both very shaken at this
occurrence, we never found out how it was turned or the chairs got pulled
out as it was the two of us in the house.
Then there was the doll....................This doll was also left in the
house,it was creepy and very, very old. The flesh of the doll was made out
of some sort of animal hide,it had human hair, and even some kind of
fingernails embedded in the hands, it had small protruding individual
glass-like teeth set into the face!!! Well with age the skin had turned a
brownish color and had shriveled up grossly and knarled the hands.Elizabeth,
Beth named her sat in a small wooden high chair in the spare bedroom, she
too had changed positions often without being physically touched. Needless
to say I was thourghly freaked and so was Beth, I had had enough so as soon
as that creepy house sold we were GONE.... Never have I even driven by it in
all these years.

By: echosky16@hotmail.com

 
When I lived at my old house, there was a neighbor that had passed away
across the street. He was an old man that had died alone in the house and
was not found for a couple days prior his death. A couple months had passed
and a new couple moved in the house. The wife was expecting a baby and when
that baby was born I beacme the babysitter. When I used to babysit I would
always go across the street to the neighbors house when watching the little
girl. The one night I had my Friend come over to help me watch the little
girl. Shortly after we put the baby down to sleep my friend had gotten a
page from her boyfriend. When I went to pick up the phone in the kitchen for
her to use I listened to hear the dial tone but there was non to be
heard...I only heard the sound of the baby crying upstairs. I thought it
might have been the phone interfering with the baby monitor, but when I went
upstairs to check on the baby, she was fast asleep. There was no sign of her
crying.
The next experience in the house happened later. It was a Thursday night and
I was about to give the baby a bath. She was really not a baby anymore at
that time because she was about 1 1/2 yrs old and was able to walk and run
all over the house. I had taken all the toys out of her crib so that it
would be easier for me to change her after the bath. I went to check the
water and let her run around alittle before I put her in the tub. When I had
finished giving her a bath i went to put her in her crib not thinking
anything of it for about a minute. I finally noticed that all of the toys
that I threw on the floor previous to the bath were now back inside the
crib. I first though that she had thrown them back in, but there was no
possible way because the toys were put back exactly the way they were before
I had taken them out. They were not thrown in like how a little 1 1/2 yr old
would do if they just threw them in the air into the crib....which as a
matter of fact was pretty high with the bar up so it would have been very
difficult for her to throw the toys back into the crib. Someone placed them
in there the way they were before and it sure was not me. I think maybe it
might have been the man that had died previously...he had died all alone,
and maybe he just wanted to have a little fun while he got the chance.

"Red Brick House"

By: LuvedThemSo@aol.com
 

I am 80 plus years old at the present time. But when I was in my early 20's I married a very loving, handsome man and we moved into our first home, which was a Big Red Brick house in a small town. The house was separated into two half's, an upstairs and a downstairs..We lived in the bottom half. Soon after moving into the house we gave birth to a beautiful daughter. Our life was fulfilled. My husband and I still as much in love as the day I set eyes upon him and he was ever so proud of his little Joy Lynn (Our Daughter).. Our life couldn't be better at this point. Until one day during a hot summer the family above us had to move due to work and I was asked if I could clean and paint the upper half and try to find a new family to move in. I cleaned a little one day and then decided to start again early morning when the sun wasn't beating through the windows so. And so I did, I started at 5 a.m and decided to take a break and do of my own chores that needed tended too.. I left the door open that led to the upper half of the home and began to wash some clothes and when I went out in the yard to hang them I thought nothing about my very curious 5 year old daughter being alone in the house, I was only right out the side door. I went back in the house to make lunch for her before I began to clean again and called for her and got no answer, I began searching for her and she was nowhere to be found. After searching the streets I called my husband home and then contacted the authorities. They found our daughter, she had explored through the door that went to the upper half of the house and climbed up into the attic and when they had found her she was dead. I was in shock, I was only outside for a short time, and she had no marks on her body to show cause, and the medical people couldn't even explain what the cause of death was. This was the hardest thing I even had to endure. One night while lying in bed trying to re enact the day out in my head and figure out what could have happen, my husband made a strange noise and yelled "Do you see her?!" I sat up and asked what he was seeing and he swore my daughter had entered the room. I assured him no one was there and his mind was playing tricks on him because he missed her so much. that was one of many long tearful nights and it happened several times a week, until exactly 8 months to the day that our daughter died, when i was leaving to go to the mill i found my husband's lifeless body lying on the basement stairs that led to the outside and in his hands tightly clutched was the doll my daughter lost the before she died. The doctors say it was a heart attack, but at the young age of 30? . I think he had to much strain on his heart over the loss of our daughter. I began to blame the house, it had took my only happiness from me. I moved out shortly after, but rumors have it that the family's that lived there soon after swore to see and man and little girl walking the house in search of each other.. This is my true but sad story and someday we will be together again. As for the house, it still stands and every so often I drive to see if I can get a glimpse of my family it took from me....

By: pvicenti@salud.unm.edu

I have had three paranormal experiences in my 53 years.  The first I
told in "the house on tenth street", the second in "It had red eyes".
This is the latest.  We bought a new house south of Albuquerque, NM
three years ago.  It was perfect.  It, had covered stalls with turnouts
for our four horses, two pastures, two outbuildings, and large old
cottonwood trees.  We bought it.  It was light, and felt very friendly.
It only had one, well make that two, problems.  The TV in the master
bedroom would blast on in the middle of the night at top volume.  We
changed TV's.  After that, the TV in the Sun room would blast on in the
middle of the night at full volume.  We changed TV's there, and
installed surge protectors.  No more problems.  However, the door to the
kitchen which is by the carport would not stay closed even though it had
a deadbolt and lock in the doorknob.  I would lock them, push to make
sure the door was closed and the locks engaged, and when we would get
home from work, the door would be wide open.  My husband would blame me,
then he locked the door the next morning.  When we got home, the door
was wide open.  The next day I stayed home because I was sick.  I was
sitting on the couch at 9:00 a.m. waiting for Martha Stewart to come on.
The TV suddenly switched channels to Regis and Kathy Lee.  I didn't like
Regis and Kathy Lee.  I changed it back to Martha Stewart.  The next day
I was still sick.  I am lying in bed when I hear the TV turn on.  I got
up went in to the living room, and it is on Regis and Kathy Lee.  We
have a TV that automatically comes on with the program guide showing.
You cannot change channels until the program guide is switched off.  I
was mystified, but thought nothing of it.  This house felt warm and
welcoming and EMPTY!  (Well except for my first night in the shower,
which I put down to jitters in an unfamiliar house).  Two weeks later I
was home again because it was a holiday.  I was in the kitchen pouring a
cup of coffee before Martha came on.  Suddenly I look into the living
room and see the set switch to Regis and Kathy Lee.  Well, I go in and
switch it back.  It stayed there, but I was to be sorry.  I set the VCR
that night for my favorite show.  The next morning.  I had an hour of
blank tape when I rewound it.  I thought it was the machine.  It was
not.  The program I taped the  next night after I got home from work was
fine. A month later, I was home, the set switched on to Regis and Kathy
Lee and I switched it to Martha.  That night I taped another hour of
blank tape instead of the program I was aiming for.  Yes, I know I was
slow, especially in light of having had previous experience with unseen
residents in former dwellings.  We were still having occasional problems
with keeping the door closed after we locked it and left the house.
After the second experience with the VCR, I stopped changing the
channel.  I would go into another room and watch Martha and leave Regis
and Kathy Lee to whatever.  I also announced to no one in particular
that it would be a shame to come home one day and find the TV's stolen.
We have not had a problem with an open door since.  One thing to note.
Only the living room television is involved, and only for Regis.  It is
Regis that is the attraction.  It still comes on for Regis and Kelley.
Whoever it is is polite.  If the set is on they switch the channel and
it is up to me to switch it back after the program is over, or turn it
off.  However, if the set is off and has to be turned on, it is turned
off when Regis is over.  I have been home and witnessed this.  Also, I
had surgery last summer and the first morning I was home from the
hospital, the TV came on at 9 for Regis.  I was not well, and I was
cranky and announced I was sick and the TV was too loud.  The set
immediately switched off.  I felt bad (after all, that is the only show
it seems to care about),so I got up, went into the living room, switched
the set back on, turned the volume down and went back to bed.  When I
woke up, the set was off. So far we seem to share the house well.  The
only problem is that for the past year both my husband and I have been
having nightmares.  Not all the time, but neither of us was prone to
them before.  I don't know if there is a connection, but I sure hope
not. We really like this house and so do our six cats.

GHOSTLY MIST

By: jessedan@rocketmail.com
 

Let me start off by saying that I must be the most
UN-phsychic person around. I have never seen, heard,
smelled, or felt anything wierd, and for this reason I
tend to be a little suspicious when someone tells me
about any strange experience they've had. I always try
to look for a logical and scientific explanation. What
I'm about to relate to you happened to my son Jesse
about 6 months ago, and terrified him so much that he
still sleeps in my mom's room at the foot of her bed.
My two sons Jesse and Nicky (they're 24 and 18
respectively) live with my mother in Huntington Beach
because they both attend college in California. They
both share a room in my mom's two story house. On
occasion, my grandfather will come to stay with my
mother, and my sons always give him their bedroom so
he'll be more comfortable, and they sleep downstairs
in the family room in sleeping bags. On this
particular night, everyone else had gone to bed and my
sons had set out their sleeping bags on the family
room floor and had just settled down to watch some
television.  Nicky fell asleep almost immediately, but
Jesse (who had taken the position next to the wall)
stayed awake watching a program that he liked. Just
then a commercial came on and he closed his eyes for a
second to rest them until the program started again.
Suddenly, just out of the blue, he heard whispering in
his right ear. It was a masculine voice and it started
out whispering softly but quickly got louder and
louder although he couldn't make out the words. The
first thing he thought was "how did Nicky get over on
the other side of me without my noticing him? And how
did he wedge himself into the space between me and the
wall?"  This all happened in a split second, and he
immediately opened his eyes, but to his horror he saw
that Nicky was still sound asleep and hadn't moved
from his position. Just then something caught his eye
on the ceiling on top of him, and when he looked up,
he saw a grey mist floating above him close to the
ceiling. At first the mist was up high, but it slowly
began to descend towards his face. By this time he was
really scared and tried to wake his brother up, but
found he was frozen and couldn't move a muscle. So all
he could do was lay there while the mist came down,
first over his face, then lower on his torso, and then
down towards his feet. It just hovered a few inches
above him, and he says that wherever it moved, he felt
an extremely hot, burning sensation. (I find this odd,
since everyone else always says they experience an icy
cold feeling) When it got to his feet, the mist
started to move again towards his face. It continued
to do this several more times, all the while Jesse was
unable to move. He was concious of the t.v. program
he had been watching, the commercial was over, and the
show had started again, he could see the t.v. through
the mist. He kept hoping it would go away, but it
didn't. It just hovered there, moving back and forth.
Finally, it occurred to him to pray. He remembers that
he silently repeated the Lord's Prayer 3 or 4 times,
and then he just began begging God in earnest to
protect him. Suddenly the mist just faded away. As
soon as that happened, he was able to move again and
immediately screamed out his brother's name. Nicky
woke up and when he heard what had happened he refused
to sleep in the family room any longer. They were both
now thoroughly spooked and decided to take their
blankets into the living room, and sleep together on
the couch. They tried to get to sleep, but they began
to hear strange noises in the kitchen, as if someone
were rummaging through the cabinets. They both heard
the noises. By this time they had had just about
enough, and they made a run for it, up the stairs to
my mom's bedroom and dove into her bed, to sleep with
her. These are both college students who have never
used drugs, who don't drink, who aren't proned to
imagining things, and who are both active, healthy,
athletic soccer players. When they told me about this
experience (skeptic that I am) I immediately began
searching on the internet for some sort of information
on night terrors or extremely vivid dreams, (the fact
that most people seem to see these things at night
when they've been sleeping makes me highly
suspicious), and I did find a very interesting page on
sleep disorders, and what is called the "Hag
Phenomena". I said as much to Jesse, and he read the
information, but he was adamant, that what he
experienced was real. He says that he had not been
asleep, and during the entire episode he was fully
aware of the program that was on t.v. since he could
actually see it through the mist. And he had enough
time to say several silent prayers before it
dissapeared. This doesn't seem to be consistent with
Hag Phenomena. So, the bottom line is, I don't know
what he saw. As a side note, my brother who also lives
there, and who is about as UN-phsychic as I am, has
tried desperately to see the "ghost", and has been
sleeping in the same exact spot Jesse was in for the
last six months, in hopes of catching a glimpse of it,
but much to his dissapointment, he hasn't seen a
thing.
 

By: Jim [sandy@homeinternet.net]
 

My dad always said that THEY we attracted to me. once when I was very small my family went to MO. to visit some realitives. while we were there my family stayed in a shanty shack just across a small bridge over some water on a small island on the property of my relitives. one day my sisters and I were out side playing by the water when a little black boy came to play with us I don;t know how he got there but any way after a while mom called us in to get cleaned up to go over to our aunts to have supper. I told my uncle about the little boy, my uncle said there was no little boy here. well later  after we ate my uncle began to tell a story of a family that lived in the shanty  and during the war some soliders came and they drowned their two children a boy and a girl. my mother then said in a startled voice that just the night before when she and my dad were in bed she had a dream of just that and when she woke up a pair of feet were dangling in her face. my uncle says that was the male slave that the soliders killed. the slaves wife was never found but the children have been known to play there. I know because I played with them
 

By: jjsmith61@triton.net

Before my husband and I got married, we moved into a home that had been in his family for a very long time. Before it was made into a home, it was an original one room school house that his grandfather attended. Eventually it was given additions and an extra floor.
It was in one of the bedrooms of the second floor, that I hated being in. Before we even moved in, I would stand outside and stare at the windows and feel like something was watching me. My husband hated me bringing it up because it frightened him. When we moved in, I could never go upstairs by myself and even if I went up there with him, I didn't stay long. I was flat out scared to be there.
About four months after we moved in, my husband had to move away for a few months for school. Well, I wasn't happy about that because then I was alone with this thing that i'd never even seen, but I knew it was there. One night after he'd been gone for a while, I woke up in the middle of the night. I was laying on my side and could see someone standing in the doorway of our bedroom. It was a dark figure, like a shadow, but I couldn't make out any features. It just stood there staring at me, and I wasn't scared of it. I watched it, and laid back down and fell asleep.
After that, I was never afraid to go upstairs, and I never felt that creepy, crawly feeling again. I guess he just wanted to say goodbye.

By: Mystic317@cs.com

We moved into our home , trick or treat night! Getting back to New Year,s Eve, Let me first tell you, we stayed home, watched tv and we don,t drink, I am physic and have a little esp, since I was 15, I don,t  know if that means anything. We, were all in bed sleeping, about 7 in the morning, I was the only one-- heard this weird,load bang. I got up, not knowing what I was looking for-went down to the kitchen, I could not believe what I saw! The leg of the table, did not fall off, no screws were loose, it was broken in the middle. It, looked like a strong man had just torn it apart. To make a very long story a little shorter, my hisbund took the leg off,  laid it carefully on the back seat of his car- to take to my friend,s to see if he could fix it. They live 5 minute,s away--when he got there, his leather seat was all torn up, like someone took a knife and slashed it. You won,t believe this. I went to make breakfast, I took out the eggs, and they floated in the air. All day, everyone was bumping into walls and dropping things and really miserable to each other. I felt the air was heavy and something wasn,t right, This went on all day, I also, cut myself quite bad, carving the meat. At exactly 7pm that night, I felt as though someone had given me oxogen. I felt lighter, I felt something was gone, I don,t know what. Everybody, was back to normal. Except, to this da, I wonder about the table, it was done by something-- and the eggs. That is my true story. I am probably crazy right? But 4 other people saw it to.
 

By: Anonymous
 

Last year my sister had been sitting in her rocker feeding her infant and
talking to her girlfriend on the phone. It was early October at about 11 pm.
She saw a blurriness down the hall (the rocker faces the hall) and thought
that her contacts were acting up. She blinked a few times and the blurriness
became more solid and formed a human shape. My sister states that the image
appeared to be floating a foot or two off of the floor and she could not see
the details of the person. She began yelling oh my god oh my god and her
girlfriend thought that someone was breaking in her home and was going to
call the police. She then said that the image formed into a ball and "flew"
out towards the window. She did not see anything again until this year on
oct 3rd (aprox the same date we did not note the date last year but it was
the first week of oct) This year she woke up at 5 am to get the baby and
thought she saw someone in her living room. She turned but it had
disappeared so she thought she was just tired and seeing things. She took
care of the baby and went back to bed. She woke up at 7 30 to get her older
children (7 and 8) up for school. She then went downstairs to get breakfast
ready while they dressed. She walked into her kitchen and there was a women
sitting at her kitchen table. She let out a startled yell and the women
disappeared. It was at that moment that my sister realized it was a ghost.
She ran upstairs and got her husband up they looked around but could not
find anything. She then proceeded to make breakfast. She has a habit of
drinking Pepsi in the morning and realized there were none left in the
refrigerator. She walked to the door of the attached garage to get more
Pepsi and as she passed the basement (which is the children's playroom) she
saw the woman standing there again. This time my sister just looked at her
and the woman looked back a moment then disappeared. My sister states that
this ghost appeared as a solid woman and if she did not disappear she would
not have realized that she was a ghost. My sister said that the woman was
wearing a red and burnt orange dress with flowers on it (70s style she
thinks)(my sister is 28 so the 70s were before her time). The woman appeared
to be about forty years old with black curly hair. The woman appeared to
notice my sister but did not move towards her or appear to try to speak.
Other notables are that directly behind my sisters house is an old cemetery
and to the back left is a church where the do have an occasional funeral.
Also, my brother in law states that the previous owner told him that the
owner before him was a woman who dropped dead on the front lawn of an
aneurysm. (we are looking into the house history on this) My sister is
pretty sure that the women across the street knew the woman who died at that
time but is afraid to approach her about it. She did not want to tell me
about this because she thought people would think she was losing it. She and
I are sane and educated people who did not believe in the paranormal prior
to this.

Sleep Lab Hauntings

By: sazama@hotmail.com

Dave:  I've been reading this stories for a long time...in fact...I found
this site when researching hauntings after my haunting experiences in the
sleep lab.  I work nights, but I'm never tired during my shift, so I'm
positive I'm not hallucinating or just "seeing things."
I am 25 years old and living in Salt Lake City.  I work in a hospital's
sleep lab doing all night sleep studies.  During a one month period I was
rotated to one of our company's other sleep labs for training on different
sleep equipment and different software.  This is where my experiences began.
  The sleep lab is set up with five rooms in a row.  The first room is the
"tech room."  This is where we have monitors that allow us to see into our
patients rooms and hear what is going one in the rooms.  The other four
rooms are for the patients.  There is a long hall runs outside that is
approximately 35-40 yards long.  I've never been one to believe or
disbelieve in ghosts up until this point.  I suppose you could call me open
minded. Anyway, I was walking up the hall (I'm getting chills thinking about
it right now) to put some electrodes and equipment into the rooms before the
patients arrived.  Out of nowhere, the hair on my arms and neck stood up,
and the air around me got VERY cold.  I felt like there was someone watching
me.  I quickly threw the electrodes onto the beds and got back into the Tech
room and just tried to forgot about the incident.  After about five minutes
of filling out paperwork, I saw a black figure rush by the door to the tech
room.  I checked to see if a patient had arrived, but nobody was there.  I
went back to my work.  Again...a black shadowy rush by the door in a blur
going the opposite direction.  I checked again.  My co-worker was chuckling.
  He said something like, "don't tell me you're seeing things by the door."
I was FLOORED.  I asked my co-worker if he'd ever "felt" anything weird
going on in the lab.  He said that he hadn't, but most of the other techs
thought the lab was haunted.
The next night I was working with another Technician.  I was telling her
about my "feelings" and "seeing" something by the door.  She said she thinks
she sees that shadowy figure too, but is never quite fast enough to actually
see what it is.  The way we were sitting, she was facing me with her back to
the monitors.  I just happened to be looking at the monitor for room #3 when
I saw something brush across the camera.  The patients image on the monitor
was swaying side to side in a way that would imply the camera in the room
was moving.  I starred in awe at what I just saw trying to decide if I was
imagining it.  Once I snapped out of it, I said, "look at room #3."  The
second she turned around, the picture was motionless again.  "I swear...it
moved back and forth about five times."  We kept talking about the "ghost"
and other stories, but her eyes never left the monitor for room #3.  After
about five minutes of her starring at it, I said, "I don't think it's going
to do it again.  It was probably just equipment malfunction."  Right then
the shadow brushed across it and the image moved again the exact same way.
My co-worker shrieked loud enough to wake up the patient in room #1.  I was
just satisfied that she wouldn't think I was crazy.  After a night of trying
to see what it was walking by the Tech room and listening to the sounds of
soft footsteps on the short carpet, I checked the camera in room #3.  I got
the chills again...BIG TIME...but I was determined to see if the camera
mounting was loose.  IT WASN'T.  I pushed pretty hard trying to move it and
it wouldn't budge.  My co-worker said that the image barely moved while I
was pushing on it.  This happened at a Geriatric Hospital.  Who knows what
all has happened in there.
The other thing happened at my main lab.  A patient came in, was hooked up,
and fell asleep before we even started the test.  This was my very first day
on the job.  I was looking at the monitor and asked what the football shaped
orb was floating around the room.  It was swirling over the body of the
sleeping patient.  My supervisor said that it was probably just lighting
from outside getting in.  Another Tech went into the room to check what
could be causing it.  Everyone else kept watching the dancing orb.  As he
entered the room, the orb starting circling him and swirling around his
outstretched arms.  As he walked closer to the window (and camera) it
increased in size suggesting that it was also getting closer to the window.
He came out and said that there was no way light was getting in, and that he
couldn't see anything while he was in there.  He and I went into the room
this time.  According to my supervisor, the "orb" swirled around me and my
arms too.  It is now a year and a half after that happened and it hasn't
happened since.  I think this was a case of a haunted person.  Or maybe it
was their guardian angel...who know.
All I know is that the other lab still has freaky things happening in it.
Just a couple weeks ago, one of my friends (another Tech) was working there.
  He was in the Tech room on the computer with his back to the door (about
10 feet from it).  The other tech wento to respond to one of the patients
who needed to use the bathroom.  My friend felt a hard tapping on his
shoulder.  He turned around because he thought the other tech had returned
and was trying to get his attention.  THERE WAS NOBODY THERE.  I was
laughing so hard when he told me this.  (he called me right after it
happened since I was working at this lab that night)  It made a believer out
of him.  There's other strange things going on in that hospital, but I've
never experienced any of it, so I won't comment on it second hand.

By: voss@uwccc.wisc.edu

This particular event took place a week before xmas, over 13 years ago.
Some family members and friends were gathered to celebrate my
father-in-laws birthday at his 120yr. old farmhouse. Everyone that was
invited, was there, in the house. My mother-in-law, a lady friend and
myself were seated in the back living room, chatting. In the same room
there was a door with a glass-curtained window pane that exited to an
unused, neglected porch. As we were talking, someone, or something knocked
as clear as a bell on the glass. A five rapped knock. My husband was
sitting out in the dining room and also heard the knock. We all looked at
each other and grinned, thinking, "Who's playing Saint Nick?" Years ago
when I was a child, an adult would dress like Saint Nick and go around the
outside of the house rapping on the windows to let us children know that he
was 'watching us'. So we assumed one of my husband's brother's did
this....but a quick check proved that all were present.....inside.  We
looked outside the door and there were no footprints. There was no wind
blowing. There was no traffic. We checked the bedroom above the living room
and looked at the windows to make sure nothing fell or slammed shut. All
logical explanations were ruled out. I just shrugged and said to my
father-in-law, "Maybe it was Louis (his father) coming back to wish you a
happy birthday!"

By: williamse2001@yahoo.com

This is my story; Last year I helped out with the
school musical and after each practice I helped the
teacher clean up, sometimes it went pretty late and on
several occasions I thought I saw, through areflection
on a window, some shadows pass behind me but I didn't
think much about it. One night I had to stay really
late, around 7:00pm, the sun had went down and I was
walking ddown the halway as usual but I had an urge to
turn around, when I did I saw A ten foot being
hovering towards me in a black gown extremly fast,
then I looked at the face, it was that of a dimented
dog.I ran for my life and from now on I don't stay
after dark.

By: mkebrenda87@earthlink.net

I work in a funeral home in eastern Washington State and strange things have been happening lately.  For on, my partner and I were working on a Saturday.  We were in our garage and in an adjoining room a clock fell right off of the wall.  No one else was around.  It's not like the thing was barely hanging there.  It was fairly secure.  And all of  sudden it fell right down.  Another case...I was taking care of some business in the restroom, which shares a door to the embalming room.  Things were quiet and I heard a woman's voice "I'm very cold."  The only woman in that room was deceased.  I asked the two women on duty if they were in the preparation room and they both said no.  There have also been happenings of jingling keys and knocking and other strange things like that.  I know I'm not crazy!!  These events did happen.

By: ninnerz316@yahoo.com

While in boot camp just a few months ago for the Navy,
a group of us were in the bathroom, or "The head" as
they were called. While cleaning the bathroom, all of
a sudden, we heard this scream. It was the type of
scream that is loud and fades. Like someone was being
pushed off of a building or jumped to their death.
Keep in mind, this is boot camp so death and suicides
can happend. It just so happened that the level we
were on, was the 3rd level, and is the highest level
there was. That freaked us all out. Nobody outside the
bathroom heard the scream.
  Well..... During basic training, I had injured my
back and they had put me into a convalescent unit with
the other hurt recruits. The barracks was the most
isolated from the other barracks. Rumor has it, it was
a looney bin and a fire wiped out the 3rd level of the
barracks killing some people. By the looks of the
building, it did appear to be some type of mental
institution. One night while standing watch, I was in
the back of the barracks looking at the door. There is
a see through window on the door when all of a sudden,
this black image came from the wall outside of the
door and went straight. However, there was no where
for the image to go. The door it looked like he was
heading too, is secured so nobody can go through the
door. It wasn't the figure of a living person either.
It was obvious it was that of a human, but not a
living one. The figure came right from the wall. I
wasn't scared really. Just more of a shock.
   A friend of mine in RCU was standing watch one
night. I was restless and didnt want to sleep so I
went to the back of the room to talk to her even
though I wasnt supposed to. I was going to head back
to my rack when all of a sudden I heard a loud noise.
I looked back to my friend and she was in pure shock.
She wouldn't speak and was holding her head. What had
happened was the coat rack literally flew off the wall
and over the fan that was standing there and hit her
in the head. She was so freaked out by it she wouldnt
stand watch in the area no more.
  Another night a couple hours before we went to
sleep, one of the RDC's went to the 3rd level. All of
a sudden, he ran back down and was freaking out. He
told us that while he was up there, a ghostly figure
dressed in dress blues had saluted him and suddenly
disappeared. While doing watch, I'd see figures and
shadows. There is a spirt we'd called the Reveille
ghost. During the night sometimes, people would wake
up during the night because they heard the words
"reveille reveille" being whispered in their ears.
After spending 3 weeks in RCU it was determined my
back injury wasn't going to get better so they went me
home.

Strange Bumps in the Night

By: mrjustice83@hotmail.com

Very interesting page, I enjoy the stories greatly.  Here are some of my run
ends with ghosts.  My parents house is haunted it would seem.  The house was
built in the early 1980's in a new sub-division, an old farm used to occupy
the land it was built on.  I was a senior in high school when we moved in
and I first noticed the extra house guests in a month or so.  I would awaken
to my bed being gently shaken back and forth.  I told my Mom of the
incidents and she dismissed them as me dreaming.  I decided to make sure, so
the next time it happened I awakened and sure enough the bed was gently
shaking.  I was laying on my side with my arms folded. I pinched my forearm
confirming, I WAS awake.  After about what seemed forever but in reality was
5 mins. I decided I wanted to try and see what was doing it since from my
current angle I could see nothing.  So I turned quickly and jumped out of
bed to find nothing.  As time went on other events started happening to
other members of the house and they were noticed.  We had security system in
the house with a laser detector in the main hallway which was probably 50ft
in length.  When you pass in front of it the unit in the kitchen makes a
clicking sound.  On many occasions you would be in the kitchen which is one
end of the hallway and where the laser unit is located and it would click
indicating the beam had been broken and you would be the only person there
and on the other side of the kitchen.
Strangely the events seem to occur in spurts, it might be active for months
and then little of nothing for months.  My parents would often wake me and
my brothers and sister in the middle of the night asking if we had fallen
down going to the kitchen or bathroom, only to find us fast asleep.  They
would here terrible crashing sounds from the kitchen area.  Their toy poodle
would hear it as well and go crazy barking.  One night after all the kids
had married and moved out around 4:00a.m. the dog started growling and woke
my parents up.  They both heard the back door near the kitchen open and
close and someone walking down the hallway.  My Dad grabbed his .45 caliber
handgun and waited just inside the bedroom door for the would be goblin
thinking someone had managed to pick the lock or got a key.  The steps
stopped outside the bedroom door and he waited, gun at the ready and the dog
going crazy.  After about 5 mins. and nothing happening and no more sounds
he opened the door ready to engage a would be goblin and nothing was there.
He searched the house room to room, all the way to the back door which he
found shut and locked securely.
Personal items disappear especially my Mom and sisters jewelry and they find
it in the strangest places.  My Mom's engagement ring vanished from the
drawer in her chest where she stored her jewelry.  She tore the hosue apart
looking for it and gave up thinking that maybe the exterminator or some
other service person had taken it but why just that item, there were other
piecs worth more in the drawer.  Finally after giving up on it and some 7
yrs. later it re-appeared in a very strange place.  I had an old writing
desk in my room I had used through college.  I was getting married and my
bride and I would be living with my parents for a few months until we could
find a place of our own.  I needed the space and was out of college except
for a few grad. classes I was taking on the side, so I cleaned the desk out,
and I mean everything.  There was NOTHING in it when I moved it to the foyer
of the house.  Two weeks later my sister came in from college and was
cleaning and decided to clean the inside of the desk, not knowing it had
just been cleaned.  She started and found it empty except for one drawer
which contained my Mom's engagement ring.  It was empty two weeks earlier...
On several occasions the back door has opened by itself sometimes gently and
sometimes violently like its about to be torn off, in all cases the house
was sealed tightly, so there was no vacum effect.  One brother had a couple
of weeks of intense activity in his room.  One night he sat watching ESPN
and heard a noise looked over at the wall where it was coming from and
watched a nail holding a poster in work its way out of the wall and then the
poster fall to the floor.  A night or two later he was tired and had just
turned the tv off for the night in his room and heard what sounded to be
sometime tapping one finger at a time starting at the end of his chest,
across the tv and back down to the chest.  He raised up and said I am pretty
tired, I don't want to be bothered tonight and it left him alone for the
night.  The next week, he heard what he thought was something rummaging
around in his closet.  He was laying on his side facing away from it and
turned over to see what it was because he did have a cat and at times he
would sneak into the house.  When he looked he saw nothing but experienced
what I beleive the Old Hag effect of something evil on his chest.  He tried
to call out for anyone in the house but couldn't say anything.  After he
said what seemed to be 5-10 mins, he managed to softly say Jesus and it
stopped.
Neighbors have noticed the events as well.  On one occassion my brother was
playing nintendo with a neighbor who was around 17 at the time and both were
in the den on the couch when the light switch in the den turned off.  He
looks and the neighbor and said did you do that?  No I am over here I can't
reach it, did you?  No I can't reach it from here either.  They were the
only people in the house at the time.  My aunt and uncle who before claimed
they had lived in a haunted house visited one night and stayed in my old
bedroom(shaking bed) we told them nothing about the incidents when they
arrived.  The next morning they said something happened but would not
elaborate about it.  Then we told them, still they said nothing and haven't
stayed since in the house. My wife came out of the bathroom into the long
hallway one night and looked toward the kitchen, there was a dim light on
somewhere in the kitchen, usually a night light.  She saw the outline of a
male figure from the waist up, standing there looking into the dining room
like he was trying to look out the window.  She could see through him.  She
tore down the hall, slammed and locked our bedroom door and tore into the
bed next to me scared to death.  There are many many more stories about this
house I could tell.  My parents still live there and things still happen.
 

Stranger Walking

By: Amy_Staniewicz@es.adp.com

 I haven't  told anyone this story who is outside of my circle of
friends, but I thought I would share it after reading some the stories on
your site.  This happened probably back in 1986 when I was still in grammer
school and life seemed so much easier back then.  Well one night my best
friend and I were playing on her front porch right across the street from my
house, and right next door to a funeral home.  Anyway it was the first day
of spring and we were playing with our dolls, when we heard someone scream
and then saw a hockey stick thrown up in the air.  I have to say from her
porch we can not see the street that runs paraell to our  street.because of
the ivy on a small hill belonging to the funeral home. Distracted by the
scream we waited looking at the conner for some to walk out from behind the
ivy, but no one did.  We could shrug it off being children and curious so we
walked down to the conner to take a look and maybe see what was going on.
Well we saw something, but I am not sure what it was.  It looked like a man
walking, but for a warm day he was wearing a black hat, black trench coat,
black pants (sounds pretty normal), but it wasn't his cloths that caught our
eyes was the color of his skin that was such a pale white it looked like the
color of fresh snow.  He was walking down the street, well I should say
walking because he was walking in place.  My friend and I ran back to her
house, not a minute late I ran back down to the conner to see and he was
gone....

Talk About Weird

By: EastonXL16@aol.com

     this encounter happened when i was 16, about 2 years ago. i was sleeping in my bed and it was a very chilly night so i was bundled up pretty well with blankets and a comforter.  i would have to say the time was early in the morning and i was dead asleep.  i woke up and i felt something moving the covers down to about my waist. at first i thought i did it myself so i didnt think anything of it.  and i knew i was awake because i felt the cold air hit me. so i started pulling the covers back up.  as i pulled the covers up then i felt a hand sort of pet my arm and i stopped frozen.  i heard a young ladies voice said specifically, "It will be ok. It will be ok."  i was still frozen. i couldnt even open my eyes. i didnt want to.  after a few seconds after the lady stopped talking i pulled the cover up over my arms, almost completely over my head.  you could say i was scared shitless.  i peeked over the covers and saw nothing, just an empty room.  i know it was not a real person that did it because i always close my door completely when i go to bed. also if someone opens it it makes a squeaking sound. and i did not hear a thing and the door was still closed. also, obvioulsy the windows were closed because it was freezing outside.  thats the first and hopefully the last time that happens to me. peace.

Real Stories in my Life

By: courtneycomputer@hotmail.com
 

I have experienced paranormal,sighting's,feeling's and smells as well as all of the other people who are on your site.First of all I would like to thank you and your staff and organizations for talking about all this stuff. I for one have always believed in ghost's and such,and now I have other's to chat with about it.
The first thing that ever happened to me was the winter in 1994 my grandmother died. My brother and I were distraught beyond belief.One night we were both sleeping(our rooms were upstairs across from each other) and for no reason I woke up and glanced out in the hallway.I heard my brother crying and he said "look there is something moving in the hall". I watched this cloud of sorts come into my room and stand at the end of my bed.The cloud wrapped around my bed post and what looked like my grandmother's fingers began to appear clearer and clearer.I knew it was her.I could feel the room get warm and fuzzy, and I started crying.Then I sat up quickly to grab "her" and the cloud was gone. My brother and I still remember that night.
The second story was me driving home from night college. I was driving down Sheridan south with the Fort Logan War Cemetery on my left. It was about 10:45 PM and no one was on the road up near the cemetery. I looked away from the road for 2 seconds and when I raised my head up again there was as  plan as day,a man pulling a cart with a body on it  over into the cemetery. He was dressed in either Civil war clothing or some type of older(maybe even   Vietnam)clothing,from a war not recent,it could have even been WW1 or WW1 . He stopped and I slowed way down, then he looked at me for a second and disappeared.I felt very nervous and afraid after that the whole way home.And for about three or four months after that.Now whenever I drive by that cemetery I do not look over towards it.
One day recently we had to go in it for memorial day,and I felt so weird the whole time.
The third story happened at my home in Littleton,Colorado.About one year ago.
I have seen so many odd thing 's in my house but this was the weirdest. I was home alone and it was about 3:00 P.M. in the afternoon.I was in our basement shower,when all of a sudden I heard glass break.So I went up stairs and sure enough there was glass all over the foyer floor. No one was home but me.We did not have any cats or dogs or any animals either.
So I got back in the shower and about three minutes later, I heard children laughing as though they were right outside the bathroom door.Also I heard what was my bed bumping against the floor above me where my room is.As if something was jumping on it. When I turned off the water I could still faintly hear them. So I turned the water on as low as I could and started walking upstairs to hear the kids laughing louder. When I got right to the top it ceased almost automatically. I walked into my room and I am not even joking, my blankets on my bed were dented in like if a child was jumping on them. I always make my bed tightly tucked in and smooth. I haven't heard the laughter since then.But while this was going on I was not scared at all. I thought it was great.
OK this is my last one that I can remember enough to write to you about.
Sometimes when I am by myself,extreme temperatures engulf me.Cold or Hot.
We have this lake across from our house and one day I was sitting outside on our porch and the sensation of extreme hot came over me and it was pretty cool out so I thought to myself, wait this is odd.So I decided to play a game with the sensation and it started moving towards the street so I eventually followed it down by the lake, were mist was rising off of the lake because of the chilly weather.When I got down there I was stopped it was like I could not move. Then I threw up out of no where. And the hot sensation was gone.Weird weird.....

By: Jealousy580@aol.com

When I was 9 years old I was spending the night over at my friend Megan's house for the first time. There was no one there but Megan and I, until her 14 year old sister got home.
  It was around 10:30 when her sister got home and when she did we were in Christine's room watching T. V and  they have never had any problems with ghosts or anything. but we kept on hearing a bumping noise in the hallway by her door. so we went out there and in the clothes basket there was a blue figure about 3 feet tall and it had a woman's face in it. she looked at us and shot down the hall and disappeared
  we shut the door and called her Mom  and she just told us to go 2 sleep because she thought we were just seeing things.
so we got off the phone with her and 5 minutes later we heard it again  but we didn't open the door we just went up to the door. a she had a poster of a basketball player on the door that she got from little Caesar's and the poster started to change colors.the basket ball turned gray and an eagle head arpeared on the shorts of the basketball player.and there was a shadow on the poster and it looked like it was getting bigger so i got a pin and marked it and the shadow went over the mark i had put on there. and  when i kept doing that the bumping  sound got louder. so we opened the door and she came in and we ran to the corner and she pushed us down and floated to the top of the ceiling and started screaming and going around in circles. so we ran out and went into the bathroom. and we opened the door and looked at her door and the door knob started to move up and down the door then her door flew wide open and there she was floating there staring at us. Megan screamed and she came floating to the bathroom and she looked at Megan and Megan's hair started to change into a blue color so we ran out of the house. that night we stayed over at her cousins house but didn't tell anyone what had happened. the next day we went back over there and got her poster and burned it. they didn't have anymore problems until about 2 months later when her little brother had switched rooms with Christine and put a poster on the door. and that night when he was about to go to sleep he heard something calling his name so he got up and went to the door and sure enough there she was in the clothes basket and she looked at him and shot down the hall and disappeared so we ran and got Megan and Megan knew what it was but didn't tell anyone but Christine and me. so Bryan stayed in there with Megan and the next day Christine went in there and took the poster off the door. and they haven't had anymore problems ever since

The Breakfast Ghosts

By: keko@rcn.com

Until I was seven years old my family lived in a small farmhouse on Church Road in Mt. Laurel, NJ  (the exact location is now the back parking lot of Denny's on Route 73).  When I was four I woke up one night to the smell of coffee brewing and bacon sizzling in the pan.  Turning over, I could see light at the top of the stairs as though someone was downstairs.  Naturally I thought it was my mother making breakfast and I wondered why she was up making breakfast when it was still dark outside.  I got out of bed and tiptoed out into the hallway and looked down the stairs.  The stairs seemed to disappear and at the bottom of the stairwell where you'd turn left to go into the living room was a round table covered with a cloth.  A man and a woman in funny looking clothes were seated at the table eating and a third woman was cooking something at a big black stove.  The three of them were dressed in black clothes (except the man was wearing a white shirt) and the women's dresses had sleeves that were puffed at the top (leg-of-mutton?) and touched the floor.  Never in a million years did I think they were ghosts because I knew ghosts looked like white sheets floating in the air, right?  I stood there watching them and wondering how they got into the house ... because they were as real looking as my own parents.  The woman seated at the table looked up at me and asked me to come down and join them (I couldn't understand her words, but I understood their meaning).  "I can't come down," I answered, "I'm not allowed to go downstairs at night by myself."  My mother, hearing my voice came out into the hall and put me back to bed.  I asked her why those people were having breakfast in our house and gained the label as being the "one with the imagination"!  From that time (1954) until we moved out (1957) I'd smell that coffee and bacon and see those people having breakfast two or three times a year.  I was never afraid because I never realized they were 'ghosts'.  Years later, my grandmother told me that that house had been bought by my great-grandparents right after WWI as a summer home.  They bought it from an Italian family who spoke very little English.  And the original kitchen had been where the stairwell was.  Just a coincidence?

By: beckoncall3@home.com

I was a nurse, working the 11 p.m. to 7 a.m. shift in a hospital, when I got my cat Rowdy. He was a typical young cat--nutsy--and would punish me for being away from him all night. He got into the trash, broke things, and was generally a naughty boy. I decided he needed a companion, so I got him a young kitten named Pyewacket. Immediately things settled down, mainly because becoming a new mother wore him out! Pyesie wouldn't let Rowdy out of his sight!  Rowdy and Pyesie had many happy years together until Rowdy died of cancer at the age of twelve. Although Pyesie was in attendance at Rowdy's death, he still spent a couple of days looking for him, meowing piteously and ceaselessly searching the house. Two days after Rowdy's death, I was sitting on the floor, changing my young son's diaper. Pyesie, being interested in all the baby's affairs, was sitting a few feet away, watching the proceedings. Suddenly, from the stairway nearby, Rowdy meowed his usual greeting, loud and clear. Pyesie immediately looked at the stairs and walked over, staring intently at the stairs. The hairs on my neck stood up and goosebumps covered my arms. After a few seconds Pyesie came back and sat down. Rowdy had said "goodbye" and Pyesie knew it and never searched for him again.
Pyesie slept at the foot of my husband's and my bed at night. After he died at the age of 17, for several years, I often felt him jump onto the bed by my side and walk down to my feet where he would lie down. Even now, ten years after his death, I will occasionally feel him jump on the bed and settle down to sleep.

The Devil?

By: No1Shadowgirl@aol.com

I've been an advid lurker on this site for quit sometime now. I have a few things to tell, but never really had the gumption to tell. But, last night at work, a co-worker told me something that chilled me to the bone. A bit of history first: I work in a prison that has been here for approx. 30 years.  No one knows the ground that it was built on. It's state owned. But, yes, there have been a few deaths there. Inmates as well as correctional officers. Okay, enough history. I'll try my best to make sense of this tale. I'll tell it in first person format, although it was told by someone else. I did, however, get permission from this person to do this. I do not claim this story to be my own.  Heregoes:
One night while I was putting inmates up from the dayroom, I had an inmate become unruly. As he went to his room, he started cussing and just trying to show off, saying I couldn't make him go. To discipline, I packed all of his property, took his chair and placed it in the hallway.  He was laughing and saying that that didn't bother him, I could take all his stuff, he was still going to "wile out". I said, ok. But as soon as I took his chair out of his room, he became hysterical. I told him as long as he was like that, I wouldn't stand there and talk to him. I always tell the inmates if they want to talk about it, we can. But if they want to yell and show they're butts, I won't talk to them. Anyway, I walked off the hall. Apparently, one of the other inmates told him to try things my way. That I would come and talk about it with him, and maybe we could work something out. Well, the inmate got quiet, and about 20 mins. later, I went to check on him. I asked him if he felt he could talk now instead of crying. He said yes. He said that all he wanted was his chair. Now, keep in mind, I had the rest of his property, i.e letters,clothes,his bed mattress, his covers , and all he wanted was his chair. I thought to myself, ok I'll play along. I said, "Ok.....why do you want your chair?" He then told me that the Devil comes to see him every night, and if he doesn't set the chair in a certain corner, the Devil will sit on his bed and **** with his mind(his words) Part of me was thinkin, yeah, right. But, this kid was sincere. He was crying real tears. He was visibly upset. He continues, and says that one night he'd thought he'd be smart and turn the chair around so the Devil wouldn't be staring at him. But he woke up during the night, and the Devil had turned the chair around so that he was facing him and told him not to do that again. The whole time, this kid is pointing to the corner where he puts the chair, and I'm steadly backing away from this corner. So i said"Ok get your chair." The look on his face was pure relief. He came out to the hall, got his chair, and put it in the corner.  The whole time, saying "Thank you, I promise I'll never show out again. I'll behave. You won't have anymore trouble from me"  I said"Ok, go to bed now. You'll get the rest back in a little bit."    Later that night, I went back to the boys room to give him his stuff, but I couldn't bring myself to open his door. I was afraid I'd see the Devil. This is how much this kid believed. He made me believe.  And everytime I made my rounds, I made sure not to shine my flashlight in the corner where the chair was.  That morning when I woke the inmates up, his chair was where he had put it the night before.  A couple of days later, I moved him to another room.  He said the Devil didn't come see him there.  Was it the room or the inmate? Although, other inmates that have been moved to that room have complained of seeing floating green eyes.
Sorry this was so long, but you should have been there to hear it. I have other tales, but will save them for another time. God bless, and Happy Haunting!!

By: msheldon12@home.com
 

This story I am about to tell is going to stay with me forever! It's a really strange and mysterious story, and it all happened to my mom.
 Here I go. One day when I was down at the lake with my grandma and my dad was in Texas, my mom was home alone and decided to take a nap on her bed. She was just about to doze off when she saw a young lady walk in. The lady was wearing a blue summer dress and a blue flower in her hair. And somehow her dress was blowing. She was reaching her arms out to mom and telling her to come with her. That's when mom swung at her and she disappeared! Then just last Christmas when I was 10, my mom found a box of her old stuff in her closet. I asked if I could go through it, and she said yes. As me and my mom were going through the box, I pulled out a picture of someone. I asked mom who it was and she just stared in horror. Then finally she said it was my great-grandma. She was freaked out because my great-grandma was wearing the exact same dress as she saw in her bedroom! It's kind of freaky but kind of cool.

The Footprints

By: johnsonville@moneymanagers.co.nz

Hi, there this experience happened to me when i was about 19 years of age iam now 26. I was staying at my best friends house for the night.i woke up about 2 in the morning for some unknown reason. and was very cold. which was weird considering it was the middle of summer. i just felt very uneasy for some reason,.. luckily nothing happened, then, and i eventually fell back to sleep.
we both woke up the next morning early ready to go to work, when we both saw them, there were 8 footprints in the carpet, not in dirt but with water. you could tell they were footprints as the were the normal shape . but in that area and the footprint area alone the carpet was soaked through. the trail lead from the head of the bed i was sleeping in, just to the wardrobe door. no where else...We still to this day try to come up with a logical explanation for this but still haventt been able too.
Story no 2... This happened to me when i was 12. My friend and i had heard of the game called bloody mary... i suppose everyone has heard of it at sometime in there lives. you are meant to look into a mirror in a darikened room  and chant the name Bloody Mary , Bloody Mary... and you are supposed to see something horrible in the mirror. welll we never had the guts to do it alone. so we though we would sit on the ground and look at each other. After a few giggling attempts we finally got serious... (my friend does not belive in anything like this and i am pretty sure she though nothing would ever happen to us). i unfortunitly saw nothing, but my friend jumped up all of a sudden screaming and ran off. (very unlike her at all). I finally managed to catch up to her, in between sobs she told me that me entire face had changed. i had long blond hair. not my normal black short hair, and the worse part she told me was i had blood coming out of my eyes........ this really freaked me, as juliane was not the type to get upset at all. and she truely saw the blood on my face.... it was a very frightiening experience, one i would be v ery relutant to try again,,,
if anyone wants to contact me, that would be great  i have about a millon stories to tell. as i have have alot of scary paranormal experiences sinch i was a child,,, please email on the above address..
 
 

By: mcons@optonline.net

 
 I had always loved ghost stories as a kid. I guess, if asked, I'd have said that, yes, I did indeed believe in them. I didn't however, have a desire for any first-hand experience in that area, nor did I think it would ever become an issue.  I never really gave it much thought since stuff like that didn't happen to "regular" people.
I certainly wasn't thinking about ghosts the day my boyfriend moved into his first apartment.  It was actually quite convenient.  The house was right down the street from mine.  It belonged to my girl friend's grandmother. Her grandfather had died many years ago when she was a little girl and her grandmother had taken ill and gone to live with relatives 3000 miles away, taking very little with her. After leaving the house unoccupied for some years, her family finally decided to rent the house out, fully furnished, complete with everything, right down to Grandma's salt and pepper shakers.  Enter my boyfriend, who coincidently had nothing, and boom, a perfect match.
The house was an old colonial farmhouse that, to my knowledge, had always been a two family. The grandmother lived downstairs, and the upstairs tenants would vary from year to year.  My girlfriend lived across the street and, as a child, often visited her grandmother.  Having been friends for some 30 years, I can remember her telling me stories years ago, about that house.  The word "haunted" however, was never used or even hinted at. Somehow, when you're a kid, chalking an unexplained incident up to simply being "weird", sufficed.
Looking back, I can't believe I didn't see the signs earlier.  The first dead give away, should have been my boyfriend's old cat.  At fifteen, all this cat wanted out of life was a little food, an occasional tummy rub, and a couch to sleep on, preferably in the sun.  (Not unlike my boyfriend).
It was hard to get old "Kitch" excited about anything, until he brought her to his new apartment. From the very first day, that cat hated that place. She would never enter the house of her own volition. When you called her, she would sit across the street at the curb and stare at you, and you would have go over, pick her up and carry her in, where upon entering she would promptly dig her claws into your arm and struggle to get away.
After a few days of "forced imprisonment", and a quick realization that that's where the food was, Kitch settled down a bit but was never truly comfortable or at ease. When she ate, she would nervously keep looking back over her shoulder, and when she slept, she always kept "one eye open". Sometimes she would jump up out of a sound sleep and stare into one corner of the room at something unseen. Back arched, growling and hissing, she would make a beeline for the door and scratch at it wildly until we let her out. Oh, and did I mention that the cat was deaf? Stone deaf.
Ofcourse being little more than teenagers and not of the "haunted" mind-set at the time, we just chalked it up to senility. That is until the walking started. Seated in the living room, you would clearly hear some one walking around on the linoleum floor in the kitchen. (This is where the deaf cat would freak and run for the door). If you paid very close attention, you could actually follow their path as they walked from the table to the stove to the sink and back. "Drafty, old houses creak" my boyfriend said. Then there were the cold spots, which could usually be found in front of the refrigerator. "Faulty gasket" he reasoned.  The stove that turned itself on wasn't quite so easy to explain since the knobs were at the back of the appliance and could not have been accidentally brushed by. I believe at the time, each of us thought the other one had done it and wouldn't admit to it.
Gradually we noticed that our friends were not as eager to come over to his house anymore, though no one could (or would) say why. Perhaps it was the ringing from that heavy, old, black dinosaur of a telephone,(which was actually outside the apartment in the common hallway,) that un-nerved them. Though hard-wired into the wall, it had been disconnected 10 years prior. "Power surges", my boyfriend said.  Interestingly enough, when it rang, no one ever made a move to pick it up.
I went along with all of his reasoning until the night after Christmas. That night, my boyfriend, myself, and another good friend were watching TV. The cat did another one of her jump-up-out-of-a-sound-sleep acts, stared at the Christmas tree, hissed, and promptly threw herself at the front door. My friend got up to let her out. Upon her return the phone rang, just once, true to form. We resumed watching TV as if somehow this were all normal, then the first ornament dropped off the tree.  I bent down to pick it up and noticed that the top prong was missing. Having no way to re-hang it, I placed it in an ashtray on the table. I returned to the couch when the second ball dropped.
I knew I was very careful to pinch the hooks closed when I hung the balls on the tree. We had cut down our own tree that year, and when it finally "unfolded" in the house, it was quite a bit fuller than anticipated. Figuring that it might get bumped into alot, I made sure that all the hooks were secured to the branch and pinched tightly closed. How could two balls just fall off? I picked up the second ball. It too was missing the prong. Looking at the branch, I found the hook, and prong, still securely fastened to the tree. It was as if it had been pulled off. We all looked at each other uneasily. I again returned to my seat. No one said a word. Until minutes later when a 3rd, 4th, and 5th balls dropped from the tree and rolled across the room.
My friend made a weak excuse about it being late, and practically ran out of the house. I tried to remain calm as we decided it was time to take down the tree. This effort was quickly abandoned however, when I found the balls were dropping faster than I could remove them.
Wanting no more at that moment than to get that tree out of the house, we decided to sacrifice the few ornaments that were left. We picked up the tree and tried to take it out the front door, but having tripled in size since it's arrival, it wasn't budging.  My boyfriend had to go out the back door and run around the house to the front porch leaving me alone inside.
My boyfriend pulled from the outside and I pushed from the inside. After a few more unsuccessful minutes, I yelled for him to stop. My hands were scraped and sticky from the rough bark and pine needles. Suddenly, that damn phone rang, practically stopping my heart in mid-beat. I could hear behind me that the walking had started in the kitchen. The sound seemed magnified in my ears. With my heartbeat pounding in my ears, I listened intently, not daring to turn around. The walking sound stopped at the kitchen doorway.  With a chill winding it's way up my spine, I tried to shake off the feeling that I was being watched.  It didn't work, I was trapped between whatever was watching me from that doorway and the damn tree that stood between me and the safety of the outside
With a renewed sense of urgency, forgetting all about my sore hands,  I screamed for my boyfriend to pull as hard as he could and I threw my self into the tree with everything I had. Suddenly with a loud "thwump" tree popped out of the doorway, with me flying out right behind it.  We took it over to the side of the house and threw it down the driveway, ornaments, garland and all. Then we stood in the driveway for a few moments, staring at the tree wondering what the hell had just happened. Realizing only at this point that it had begun to snow, I turned to go back inside when I noticed Kitch watching us from the porch of the house across the street. I called to her but she ran away, leaving only her footprints behind. We never saw her again after that.
Coincidently, that was also the last time I went into that house for many years to come. Neither of us ever spoke of the events of that night. Somehow instinctively, we both new that verbalizing our fears over the events of that evening would force us to come to terms with what had really taken place. It was a deliberate, conscience choice on both our parts, to remain blissfully ignorant.
My boyfriend only lived there a few short months after that. While he was still there, the walking sounds continued, forcing him to sleep with stereo headphones every night. We eventually went our separate ways.
The next time I set foot in that house was 17 years later. My girlfriend, now in her 30's, was moving into the house and taking the upstairs apartment. She asked for my help with the move. I was understandably hesitant, but she assured me that the house was now "fine".  Her grandmother had passed on some time ago and the place had been cleaned out of all her belongings and freshly painted. Even that old phone was gone.
It had been rented to several different people in years since, and no "problems" were ever reported. When I think back, I'm not sure that she ever really believed me when I told her what went on in that house.  She said she did, but I always got the impression she was humoring me.
Could she be right? Was all that just the over-blown imaginations of a couple of teenagers? I wasn't prepared to say. After all, I was there. Time would tell.
The first day I crossed back over that threshold, I stared at the door to the downstairs apartment. Almost instantly, I was 17 again and had to fight the urge to turn tail and run. I took a deep breath and marched upstairs armed with brooms, mops, and assorted cleaning products. After a while we were sweeping, cleaning, and having a good laugh. The upstairs apartment was bright and cheerful and I felt silly for my initial reaction. I was now, after all, a grown-up. Thirty-something, married 12+ years with 2 kids.
My first day back, I left with a new perspective on the old place. Even the outside somehow looked friendlier. I helped my friend move in and had even spent a couple of evenings there with her. Months went by without incident. With her upstairs and a new family living downstairs, the place seemed to have a new life and I had almost forgotten about its history. Almost.
One night, my friend and I had gone for coffee. As we were driving home, we came across a lost dog, which we both manage to do almost regularly and, of course, never at an hour when there's anywhere to take it. So here we are at midnight on a Sunday with this dog. A huge black Lab, friendly as can be, got right into the front seat with us wagging his muddy tail all over the ceiling of her car. The dog pound doesn't open 'til 8am so we decide to take him to my house for the night.
He went bounding up my backstairs and into my house like he lived there and was promptly greeted by my dog who wasn't nearly as thrilled to see him.
Back to her house with the dog we went. As we got out of the car in her driveway, the dog became agitated and started to whine. We had to pull him up her porch stairs. As she fumbled for her keys to the door, the dog tried to bolt twice. She finally opened the door and we pulled him into the hallway.  It took the two of us to get him up her stairs into her apartment. He clearly did not want to go, digging his feet into the carpet the whole way. It wasn't until she wondered aloud, why he was so eager to go into my house and not hers, that the past came rushing back to the first night my boyfriend brought Kitch home. This house was not fine, not by a long shot.
I decided it was best not to voice my feelings to her that night. I called her the next day to see how the night went.  She said that the dog whimpered all night and that she had to keep the leash on him to keep him from scratching the door to get out.
For the next few weeks, I made excuses not to go over there, sick kids, etc. One night she confronted me on the phone and I told her the truth. She confessed that she had had some subtle experiences here and there herself. Missing keys that suddenly turn up in a bizarre place. An unexplained glass in the sink. Small things that one notices when one lives alone. Nothing concrete or glaring, just little things that she just couldn't quite put her finger on. She went on about her business, ignoring the small unexplainable incidents for several more weeks. Then the walking started.
Once again only in the kitchen, only this time it was upstairs instead of downstairs. Remembering the experiences I related to her so many years ago, she thought that perhaps it could be her grandfather. She reasoned that it couldn't be her grandmother because she was still alive back at the time that this was happening to my boyfriend in the downstairs apartment , and that it was most likely the same spirit. She said that if it was indeed her grandfather, she could live with that. Why should she be afraid? She did, after all, love her grandfather dearly. I went along with her but remained unconvinced. I did notice however, that as time went by, she was sleeping back at her mother's house more and  more often.
The clincher would come the night she saw what she calls the ‘shadow’. The following event is as she relayed it to me: She had gone home to her apartment after work intending to pick up some clothing before going to her mother's. Having a terrible headache, she decided just to lie down on the bed for a few minutes.  The way the apartment is laid out, the kitchen is the hub with all other rooms leading directly off of it.  It also happens to have an obnoxiously bright, fluorescent ceiling light that sends blinding light out into every room around it. She had always complained about this light pouring into her bedroom at night. The way her bed was situated, it hit her right in the eyes. It was this same light that was hitting her in the eyes this night as she lay down with a headache.  Lying there with her eyes shut tight against the light, too tired to move, she thought to herself, "God, would someone turn that awful light out", and just for an instant, she thought someone had.
Her eyes flew open to find the light still on. "Now what the heck was that?" she thought. With her head pounding she closed her eyes once again. This time she, with her eyes closed, once again saw the light go out, but waver a bit as if someone had come and stood at the foot of her bed, temporarily blocking out the kitchen light. Her eyes flew open in terror fully expecting to find someone had broken into her apartment and was standing in the doorway to her room. Even more terrifying was to find that indeed, there was no one there. Grabbing her coat she left, returning several months later only to retrieve some belongings before the house was to be sold.
To date, some 10 years later, this house has been almost totally remodeled, with two more apartments being added on. The new owners, speaking very little English,  have never been questioned on any mysterious events.

The Invisible Cat

By: Gwa828@aol.com
 
 

 My apartment is haunted. I think I might have started this haunting by trying to rescue a cat who was alone and frightened during a thunderstorm.
 I tried to coax him or her into my apartment -- even though we aren't allowed to have pets. I figured I'd get him in from the storm, and let him be a little more comfortable, and a little less frightened, then let him out after the storm had passed.
 Anyway, I couldn't get the poor thing to come into my apartment; but shortly after this, strange things have happened on several occasions to me.
 I am on dialysis, and sometimes when I come home I am very tired, and take a nap on my couch.
 Sometimes, I feel the distinct sensation of two paws pressing down on the edge of the cushions, then all fours jumping up, and walking around me, looking for a place to settle down.
 The strange thing is there's no cat to be seen!
 My friend, Mike has felt him too. Mike swears up and down it's the spirit of his cat, Khan, who died several years ago. It might well be. The cat that I've seen was big, and white, with a gray patch on the top of his head, and on the tips of his ears.
 I will be moving some time next month, and I wish the cat would come with me. I want to stress that at no time have I been frightened by the presence of the invisible cat; but rather comforted. I'll even leave the empty tuna cans on the floor in case he's hungry.

By: sueknauff@eriecoast.com
 

My husband and I were in charge of a cub scout den.    The two of us had recently visited an old museum in a town south of where we live, and while we were admiring the historic articles inside, we decided it would be a nice place to take the cub scouts.  We are civil war reenactors and love to look at bits and pieces of history.  Inside were many items of the civil war, etc.  We wrote down the weekend hours and headed home.
A few weekends later, we arranged for all of the scouts to meet at our home Saturday morning to go on a tour of the museum.  My husband took one car full of boys and I took the other.
We arrived and parked our vehicles and went up to proceed inside.  The doors of the museum were locked.  You could see inside the windows on the door, and the lights were all out.  I was so frustrated that all of the mothers had brought the boys to our home and the place was locked up.  I checked our watches and noted the times on the door hadn't changed.  We were there 30 minutes past opening time.  Yet no one was around.
Here I was with all of the scouts standing there in their uniforms...  I was determined to knock and bang on the door, until someone let us in.  I began knocking and yelling, "Hello?  Hello!"   No answer.  My husband and I turned away and saw a restaurant across the street.  He said he'd go over and ask them over there about the museum.  He came back and said they didn't know why they weren't open.  They were always open on the weekends.
I turned back to peek inside the doorway once more and pressed my face up to the glass.  There, standing next to the front desk, was a woman.  She was looking at me rather apprehensively.  Almost shy like.  I began to bang on the door, saying, "hello?  Won't you let us in?  I have cub scouts here!"  My husband said "who are you talking to?"  I said, "Right there!  Can't you see that woman?  Why won't she answer me?"  He peeked inside and said he saw no one.  I said, "Right there she is, by the desk!"  I said, "Hello!  Could you please come to the door?"  She only stood there staring at me.  She was dressed in a brown dress buttoned up to her neck and her hair was black and pulled back in a bun.  I turned to my husband and said, "Well, for heavens sake!  She won't move.  Why won't she answer me?"
The scouts all looked in the glass and no one saw her.  My husband peeked in once more and said "There is no one in there.  I'm looking in and there is no one there!  Come on, lets go."   We left and I have always wanted to return and ask them about the mysterious woman in the brown dress.  It only occurred to me later, that I had seen a ghost.

The Little Girl

By: dardar-nursing99@home.com
 

One night just a couple of years back, I was asleep in my bed, my oldest
child was asleep beside me since she had woke up in the middle of the
night and wanted in my bed. Anyway, I was asleep but for whatever reason
sort of woke up and turned on my right side facing my daughter. As I did
this I opened my eyes just slightly since I was kind of awake. As I did
this I saw a dark shadowy figure of what appeared to be a girl wearing a
nightgown standing on the bed. I was half asleep and tapped my hand on
it assuming my daughter had woke up, and I said "come on honey lay
down". As I did that my hand went through nothing but air. I opened my
eyes to see if maybe my daughter had gotten off the bed, but she was
sound asleep beside me on her back. But above her at her feet area
standing on the bed was a image/outline of a girl wearing a long; what I
thought appeared to be a nightgown. No it wasn't my eyes playing tricks,
I had only a scarf valance on the top of my window and no blinds or
anything to darken the room, the room was quite illuminated at night
from the outside light. I opened my eyes real wide and as I did this the
image just sort of...faded. I turned over placed my arm around my
daughter, thinking "weird"; and went back to sleep. The next day I woke
up to my daughter rubbing my arm. The first thing she asked was "mommy,
who was that kid standing on the bed last night?"

By: msbarebackrider@hotmail.com

I'm not sure my story will be much different than any other, but I'd like to share. It's not my only experience with ghosts, but certainly the most profound.
 
 

I was 15, and my Mom had rented an old rock house at the edge of town. My Dad was in Viet Nam, and it seemed that we were just getting by til he returned. I'm not sure how long it was before I realized that there was someone else in the house, but it wasn't long. It was more of a "knowing" than anything else, and I'm not sure how I knew, but I was very sure. The knowing was very intense and I began telling my Mom. She listened patiently, but didn't say much. I told her that there was a man in the house, and a little girl, and a woman. I told her that the man was the father of the little girl, but the woman was not her mother. I felt that the woman was more likely to be the Aunt of the man. The man was in his early thirties, the little girl was about nine, and the woman was in her early fifties. It struck me as very odd that I should have so much detail about something I could not see. There was a basement in this house. Like most kids, I wanted to explore all of the house. It was two stories with a half basement. I was not physically able to go into the basement. The door worked just fine and during the day, I tried again, and again. I just couldn't go down there. I remember laying down on my stomach and looking into the bright sunny basement. It wasn't like most basements. There were high windows that let the sunlight in, and everything was painted white. I was surprised at how clean and bright everything was. There were jars of food on the shelves, lots of them. Just like someone had just finished canning. I stood up and closed the door. There was more than food down there, and it wasn't the three I came to refer to as "the family". We had our share of ghostly things like stairs and doors creaking, lights turning on and off by themselves, and things going bump in the night. Those things were minor and I didn't pay much attention to them. There was one thing that was very irritating. While I was taking my bath, "everytime", the creaking would begin. I can only describe the sound as what an old wooden rocking chair might sound like. Creaking forward and backwards, creak, creak... creak, creak. I would try to ignore it, but it would really get on my nerves. I would yell very loud, "knock it off!!" and it would stop.  My bed room was upstairs and there were two staircases. One front staircase, and a back staircase, that was very near the door to the basement. The back staircase is the one we used the most as it came down into a short hall that lead to the kitchen. The back staircase is where I first encountered the Evil thing. I was running up the stairs when I was stopped dead in my tracks. I couldn't see anything, but the feeling was enough! I felt that what ever was there was the purest form of evil I could ever imagine. There was such a pressure in my chest that I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that if I went one more step, I would surely die. I had to go back down and use the other stairs to get to my room. I thought about this for a long time, and tried to tell myself I was just being silly. The next time I met this thing, and I refer to it that way because I never "knew" it to have form, I tried to take the next step. I tried to calm myself, reason with myself, and take one more step. I used my eyes, I could see nothing, I lifted my leg to take the next step and felt like someone was beating my chest with a hammer. I said it just wasn't worth it and went around again. What I mean by going around is that I took another part of the house to get where I was going. From that time on, I never tried to get past it. When I felt it in my path, I just went around, or waited til it left.  One night I was having a lot of trouble with my bedroom light going on and off. I had just moved into this bedroom, and it was the last one to try. There just wasn't any peace in the others. I was still trying to be logical about everything and chalked it up to old wireing. This bedroom was at the front of the house and the bedroom door was at the top of the front staircase. There was a light in the hallway just outside the bedroom door. One that hung low and you could see it from the bedroom. I kept it on all night. It was funny, that light stayed on, but my bedroom light wouldn't do much more than flicker on and off. I gave up on the light, and went to bed. My bed faced the open door, and the light was comforting. A few minutes later, I knew someone was there. I opened my eyes to find the man standing in the doorway. I sat up in bed stunned. This was the first time I'd actually seen him. He looked just as I had known he would. He was tall enough to block the light in the hallway. It was then that I realized that he was solid. I couldn't speak, I was terrified. I just stared at him, long enough to notice that he was wearing a black suit. It was of the era of the mid to late 1800's. He was wearing a white shirt, a black gambler type tie, and a black hat. I knew he wanted something, but I didn't know what. I was so scared that I didn't care. I fell back against my pillows and covered my head. I never saw him again. I knew I was supposed to do something, but I never knew what. Several weeks later, I woke to noise in the kitchen. This was different than the normal noises I had become used to. I listened long enough to be sure that there was someone really down there. I ran to wake up my Mom. I told here that there was someone in the kitchen. We must have been a funny sight creeping down the stairs with a wooden coat hanger as the only weapon we could find. When we got to the bottom of the back stairs, we could see a strange man. An indian, with buckskin pants and a breech cloth over them, and no shirt. His hair was long, just past his sholders, and he had something in one hand. He turned and ran out the east door of the kitchen, across the screened in porch and disappeared into the night. I think we believed until the next morning that it had been a real person in the house. The next morning my Mom pointed out a little detail that I hadn't thought of the night before. We never used that door. There was no door knob and the dead bolt had been painted shut years before. I walked over to the door that we had seen the indian man run out of. The deadbolt was still locked, there was still no doorknob, and the door was still painted shut. When my Dad returned from Viet Nam, he too experienced some of the same things. We moved shortly after my Dad came back. I'm 46 now and I still worry about just what it was that I was supposed to do. I can still see these people like it was yesterday. I tried to find some history on the house, thinking I might discover what horrible thing happened there. I was unsuccessful. What ever it was, it was unspeakably evil.

By: machinehead21@yahoo.com

     This is a story about my best friends house.  I
met my friend Cory in 1995 at school, and I soon
started going over to his house and spending the
night.  we were the best of friends.  One night he had
to inform me that the house he lived in was haunted.
I thought he was crazy at first, but the more and more
I stayed there the more weird it got.  I'll tell you
laying there in bed watching the light switch on the
wall move up and down was scarry enough.  let me move
on to the most scarry story yet.