Ghost I Have Seen
Hi i live in new zealand. I
thought i would send in some
stories of the ghosts i have seen.
Seven years old
The first ghost i seen was at my first house it was on a island called stewart island.
I went to bed and woke up late that night.
right in front of me was a tansperant bright red spirit it
was in the shape of a person but you could'nt see its arms or legs and face just its shape it also made a clicking sound that would go click, click ,click, click and on the forth click it would go away and then come back on the next click, each click was about two seconds apart. It continued to come each night for a few weeks and then it never came back.
eight years old
The next one i seen was just before bed i looked behind me and a lady in dress jumped out of the shadows and as soon as she hit the ground she was gone at first i thought it was my imagination but now im not so sure.
nine years old
The next one i seen was at my nana's i woke up and there were four people in a circle looking at each and you could'nt see there legs only there upper body and i just hide under my blankets.
ten years old
The next ghost i seen was at my dads i was sitting in the lounge when i felt a real strong force behind i looked behind me and there was nothing there. i would also here whirrling sounds.
ten years old
The next was at my dads new house i was in my room getting dressed when i looked up at this glass cuboard and the face of a little boy was in it smiling at me then it was gone and then it opened up. Then i was walking past my room and i saw a seethrough square shape floating above the ground.
fourteen years old
The next thing that happened to me was at my mums i woke up one night and i was floating up near my roof and i looked at my door then all of a sudden i was looking through the eyes of something walking towards my door on the outside it then reached up to open my door then i was back in bed and i could'nt move, my eyes were closed and something told me to keep them closed i keep hearing a buzzing then i went to sleep.when i was expereincing this i felt half asleep half awake.
The last thing that happened was i woke up and felt like i couldnt move but i was able to fight it and get out of bed
i am now sixteen and i have not seen anything for about 2 years now thankyou for listning to my stories.
could you please send me back some info on my last two stories
The following is a true account of my ghost experience, thought I
would share it with you.
Although I've experienced nothing out of the ordinary recently (although my husband heard whispering in our bedroom a couple of weeks ago) there seemed to be a cluster of strange happenings in my house about two years ago. It started with an incident in my bathroom, I was completely alone in the house, it was around 10.30am and I was taking a shower. There was a knock on the bathroom door and a man's voice asking what I was doing. Because of the noise of the running water I assumed it was my husband and so I answered "taking a shower, what does it sound like!". I then proceeded to carry on the conversation asking him why he was back so soon, he had only left the house ten minutes earlier to take our son swimming, he again asked what I was doing. I turned off the shower and opened the bathroom door, there was no sign of my husband or anyone else, I looked out of our bedroom window to see if my husband had returned, he hadn't, I was still alone in the house.
The most disturbing occurences were when I was around six months pregnant with our daughter and lasted for about two months. I would hear whispering during the night in our bedroom, I put this down to insomnia which is very common during pregnancy. Sometimes I would be woken with the feeling of somthing heavy on my legs, towards the end of the bed, like a person sitting there, when I looked nothing was there. The worst thing that was happening, this happened several times, I would get out of bed in the morning to find my stomach, abdomen, and back to be covered in long red marks (not stretch marks) scratches. It's possible I could have scratched myself in my sleep but I couldn't even reach some of the marks on my back. The disturbances seemed to reach a peak and one night my husband and I were in bed, he was asleep I was reading, I turned out the lights and the door obruptly opened, there was nobody standing in the doorway, I just sat there staring at the door, I felt a sort of strange feeling, I wasn't scared I can't explain the feeling although it wasn't a negative feeling, I lay down and went to sleep. I've seen, heard or felt nothing since.
I hope this is of some interest.
Well, there are many supernatural stories in my life as the veil
that separates this world and the next is very thin for the people in my
family. Not just with things of the "spirits." Such as my Grandmother
has an amazing ability to manipulate dice. Word to the wise, never
gamble against her. And all the women (and a few men) of my family
are highly empathic (the ability to sense and project emotions).
In so being we sense the "atmosphere"of places very easily.
This posting will be of my own personal experiences of before I met my soon-to-be husband.
Most of my family have very long memories. Not long in the sense that we can remember what we had for breakfast March 10th, 1987 or something. But in the sense that our memories start very early in life. My earliest memory comes from when I was only four months old, but since the memory is nothing supernatural I will move on.
My first memory of something that I knew for a fact was not my imagination comes from when I had to have been about two-three years old. During that time my mother and father were not divorced and he worked in the Coast Guard. We lived on Treasure Island in San Francisco.
I was lying asleep in my bed and it think I had a nightmare or something because I woke up frightened. That's when I remember looking up above me and seeing two glowing white "comet" looking things spinning in a big circle over my bed. I remember staring at them too scared to move or cry and wanting my mommy really bad. Slowly the two lights formed faces. I know it sounds a bit cheesy and odd but thinking back on it they looked like the classic "spook under a sheet" Only somehow much more frightening. And the light trailed behind them like aftertrails.
Needless to say as they formed the faces they started to get closer and I screamed as loud as a two year old can and bolted out of the room, down the hall, and into my parents room blubbering about the ghosts in my room. My Mom and dad chalked it up to me just having a nightmare or something. And I remember being very pissed at them for not believing me for what I had seen, because I knew I hadn't been dreaming. Other then that I had no other frightening memory of that house.
Moving up into the future I was now about five, probably closer to six as I was visiting, (or perhaps had already moved in with my grandmother as this was about the time that my mother and father parted ways). I remember that I was getting really tired. I was sitting on the end of the couch, resting my head on the arm of the couch with my arm dangling over the side with one of my toys in my hand. The toy box was right up against the side of the couch and my hand was hanging over it. I don't remember if I was watching to TV or listening to the adults talk but I was starting to doze as I was being ignored.
Suddenly something jerked my toy out of my hand and drooped it into the toy box. I was instantly awake and aware, and a little frightened. I knew it hadn't simply fell out of my hand because I felt a definite tug. All I could think was that it was my grandfather (who had died a week before my first birthday) putting my things away and letting me know he was about. That was the only really "noticeable" thing that my grandfather ever did. But many times I could feel him in the house. He was a warm spirit, and made me feel safe.
I also seemed to have an uncanny ability to locate where my friend had buried their animals that had died. It became a game. I would close my eyes and relax. And went towards a faint tugging that I could feel against my mind.
We stopped that game because it started to get frightening somehow. But to this day if I need to find something badly I can feel mental tugs. Call it intuition if you like.
Also, on rare happy occasions we got to go to the park and play on the playground. Strangely, though to me at the time it wasn't strange (ah the sweet unveiled innocence of a young child), I would play with kids in the playground that the adults could not see. I was not the only child that had these playmates that could not be seen. There were two kids I remember the most. They were always there to play with me. One was a young boy. He had sandy blond hair and was very sweet. He loved playing in the sand, and I being a tomboy liked to play right along with him. I don't remember his name but he was fun. But he always seemed to mysteriously disappear halfway through our play time. We would be playing, I would turn around and back again and he would be gone. Though I never felt like this was strange at all. The other was a little girl. She had long wavy, almost curly, dark hair. She was the one I climbed around on all the slides with. Went to the towers of the play equipment and pretend that we were monsters, and unicorns, and other such child like games. She too would disappear suddenly. And none of the adults would see mine, or my brother Ian's playground friends. But they were always there waiting for us to play when we got there.
Again let us move forward. I lived in my grandmothers house with little spiritual activity aside from the occasional warm visits from the grandfather I never met. We lived there, my mother, two brothers, and I, until just before my thirteenth birthday.
We then moved into a simple three bedroom house on an out of the way street. The house was very nice, and I loved it dearly. But from the moment we moved in I could "feel" something in the masterbedroom, located in the back of the house. The "presence" seemed to stay in the front of the closet area just in front of the small bathroom. It was the first "dark" presence that I had ever truly had to live with. He, for it had a VERY male "taste" to it did not like anyone in his room. The house wasn't old so it was not a ghost. This was an entity or spirit that I'm guessing liked where our house was.
But to move on he did not like us there at all. I remember trying to avoid having to go into my mothers room at all cost. It was uncomfortable, and the place where the presence was the heaviest was always darker then the rest of the room. The best way to describe the feeling is as if your mouth gets suddenly very dry. Like there's a heavy pressure in the air around your nose and mouth. A pressure that made it just plain uncomfortable to be there.
After a while I acquired pictures of Christ and had them framed. Gave them to my mother and we hung a picture of Christ in every room in the house, including the bathrooms. While my mother could feel that there was "something" there she was never there enough to actually be in the room long enough to dress and sleep before having to go again.
As soon as the pictures were hung the male presence began to slowly fade. And I mostly forgot about it as it left. By the time we moved out of the house I couldn't sense it any longer. But he wasn't the only visitor I had in that house.
I am admittedly a night owl. I stay up late and night and prefer sleeping during the day. Because of this I'm up when everyone else is asleep. I find this the best time to do housework. No boys to get in the way while your cleaning.
It started after we had been in the house about two years. It was summer vacation and so I could be up as late as I wanted. I was doing the dishes when I caught something out of the corner of my eye. The kitchen was open and it had a clear view of the hallway. The hallway deadened into a linen closet. The doorway to my brothers room was to its left, the door for the bathroom next to the closet, and the doorway for my mothers room next to the main bathroom. Like this.
What I saw was a little girl. About nine I'm guessing. She had long black hair, strait, coming to just below her shoulderblades. She was wearing what looked like a long white nightgown. She was holding in her hands what could have been a doll or a teddybear. I'm not sure. But the most about her I remember was the overwealimg sense of sadness and loneliness. I did not get the sence that she died in the house. More like she was looking for someone. She visited me about four or five times. Always at the same time (2am). And I could never look at her directly. If I turned to look at her she would fade out. As soon as I would look back down at the dishes she would be there again, just sadly and quietly watching before eventually turning and disappearing.
Eventually we had to move and I come to the final tale of my experiences before I got with my fiancé. The next house we moved into was very warm. It was a happy place. I got no sense of something lurking just past regular vision. But after a while I had a visitor. I would sit and be watching TV, or doing homework, or something to that nature. And I would feel as if someone were looking over my shoulder and looking at what I was reading.
Mind you I cannot stand the feeling and I would look up and behind me. I got a mental impression of a man standing behind me. It wasn't malicious. But rather warm and loving. I never got an impression of features, more like a silhouette. This has happened many times, and not just in that home, but this is not a ghost. I feel he is rather a curious friend that follows me about and lets me feel him around when I'm trying to do something.
Well, it grows late and this has gotten long. I shall write again.
I recently found your website while researching the technology of
ghost hunting for a university project, and noticed your email address
for real-life ghost accounts.
This is a description of something that happened whilst I was at college in London, England, and this is really the reason I became interested in the supernatural. Iím afraid I donít have any photographs or anything.
I went to college to study theatre, stage management and technical stuff like lighting and sound at a place called Mountview Conservatoire for the Performing Arts in North London. It is a very old house, probably mid to late Victorian, owned by an entrepreneur who turned it into a theatre school back in the 1950s I believe. Originally it was only used for private classes for two or three people, but over the years it has been built up, with later parts of the building added onto the structure of the original house. For example, the main theatre is called the Mountview and was Ďstuckí directly onto the façade of the house, covering what was the front garden, and a tree growing up through that garden still grows through the Stage Left wing. They simply built the theatre around it.
The other theatre, simply a black, box shaped room that could be adapted to any sort of play or stage shape just by setting up decking, was called the Judi Dench, named after the actress who was one of the sponsors. There is a narrow corridor between the two, with the dressing rooms on one side, (used by both theatres and with a door at each end) and the workshops for props and model-making on the other. The building here is quite old and rickety, complete with creaky floorboards.
The incident I remember most (there were actually several weird ones) was at the beginning of my second year, around late July. I was the company stage manager for a production in the Judi Dench. We ran our own shows in second year as though we were a professional company, and so as CSM one of my jobs was to open up the theatre first thing in the morning and get it ready for the actors and crew. I had to unlock the doors, starting with the lighting box for the Judi Dench as unlocking this door also switched off the silent motion-detector alarm inside the theatre.
I was the only one from our company to be in that morning, arriving just before 8 a.m. The duty member of staff opened the front door and went to turn off the alarm in the Mountview while I went off to see to the Judi Dench. I was going through the corridor from the Mountview and was heading for the lighting box to turn off the alarm, when I heard someone walk across the stage area. It was totally dark, as you have to get into the box to turn the lights on as well, so I didnít see who it was, but I heard them go up the small flight of steps leading up to the dressing room corridor, and the dressing room door slammed. It was very quiet with no one else around yet and the sounds were quite clear.
At first I thought one of the actors must have got in via the dressing rooms, which could have been opened form the Mountview side, had gone onto the stage and then realised that the alarm was still on, so had run to get out. I opened the box and put on the lights, and then went to find the staff member to tell them, in case the alarm had tripped and the police were on their way. Before heading back to the Mountview side of the building I went to check the dressing rooms first to make sure they were all unlocked. When I got there they were all still locked, including the one I had heard close, and when I later found the staff member I was told that no one had been in the dressing rooms, and that there was in fact no one else in the building.
I know this sounds ridiculous, and to begin with I thought I must just have been tired having worked to 11 p.m. the night before, but later I was talking to one of the other students who was working on another production. She told me that once, while working late in the props room, she had heard someone pacing up and down in the corridor (the same one that runs by the Judi Dench). She had been so annoyed by this disturbance that she had told the duty staff member off for it when they were leaving at the end of the night. There were only the two of them in the building that night, and according to the lecturer he had been in his office at the opposite end of the building all night, surfing the net.
Another, older student later asked me (when we were talking about our experiences) if there was an acoustic piano being played in the show I was working on. When I said yes, she just nodded as though this explained everything. Whether this is true or not I donít know, but the older girl said that this sort of thing often happened when there was a real piano (as opposed to the electric Clavinova) being used for the show.
Apparently the house was originally used at the turn of the century as a private girlís boarding school. One of the girls was allegedly found dead on the front lawn as though she had fallen from the upstairs window, but there was no explanation of how she ended up there. That window, a bay window, is still visible incorporated into the brickwork in the Mountview Theatre, in the Stage Right wing and above Prompt Corner where the Deputy Stage Manager sits to cue the show. According to the older students, several of them felt as though they were being Ďwatchedí whilst they were cueing a show. And the effect is always said to be heightened when there is piano music Ė they say that the girl liked to play the piano.
Again, I have to say that I have never seen anything substantial, beyond a sort of greyish shadow once in one of the wings, and Iíve never seen any actual reports of the girlís death, like newspaper clippings etc., but there is definitely something odd about the whole building. One student described it as Ďsickí. But after the boarding school moved out the building was used as a hospital for shell-shock patients during and after World War I, so there could be many explanations for the noises and feelings.
I just found your web site and find it fascinating! I lived in the
house for 44 years in New Paltz, New York. I am convinced there are
spirits in that house. Here are a few stories.
I always had a very uncomfortable feeling about a particular room in the
house. I was less than 3 years old when my grandfather took an overdose
of a diabetes medication, Diabinese. It had just come out. He took about
60 pills in an hour because he forgot he took them. My mother found him
unconscious in that room. He died a few days later because when they
pumped his stomach, an ulcer ruptured and he bled to death.
My father was ill for 8 years with a neurological disease,
Steele-Richardson Syndrome. The VA provided a hospital bed when he was
home. He was in that room. Several years later, my sister was ill with
cancer. She was in that room and died in that bed.
A year later, my mother, who was also ill with cancer, was in that room.
She died in that bed.
I kept hearing noises in the house. I would be downstairs and the only
one home. I could hear movement upstairs like someone else was there.
My mother and I had a habit of watching the 11:00 news and then going to
be. One night, I was on one side of the living room and got up to turn
off the tv at 11:30. I saw a small circle of light at the bottom of the
tv stand. When I got to the tv, it was as if an invisible wall went up.
I was only about 2-3 inches from the tv knobs, but until that light went
away, I could not reach them. It must have been my mother. A few days
earlier, my friend and I were sitting in the living room across from
each other talking. All of sudden he got a strange look on his face. He
saw a small ball of light move just off the floor near the fireplace
and other side of the room, and then disappear.
About 2 years before my sister died, she went on a Tres Dias weekend and
got a cross. It was on one of her dressers in my brother's room. I had a
tennant in my sister's room. He thought he heard someone come in
earlier, but was not sure. The house was on the market and repairs were
being made. We went upstairs and I instinctively flipped the switch to
turn the light on in the room. The light went on, so we realized it had
been the repairman. My tenant noticed the cross and suggested we bring
I took his advise and hung it on the mirror on the opposite wall of the
death room. That cross moved for 4 hours non stop that night! Sometimes
it would move up and down like on a heartbeat. Sometimes it would move
side to side, like a pendulum. That cross still moves to this day! I
took it with me when I moved to Colorado three and a half years ago. It
has nothing to do with any kind of draft, open window, etc. I firmly
believe my sister is still with me.
Also ghost related, is the story of my father. He died Februry 18, 1981.
It rained the day of his funeral. It rained on the way to the Funeral
Home. It stopped so we could go inside. It rained while we were inside.
It stopped so we could come out. It rained on the way to the Church. It
stopped so we could go inside. It poured like no tomarrow all through
Mass. It stopped so we could come out. It rained on the way to the
Cemetary. It stopped when we got there. It started again when we left.
From that day on, till I moved in 1999, if I went to the Cemetary in
the rain, it would rain on the way up, stop while I was there, and start
again when I left. My girlfriend witnessed this one night and it freaked
her out. She thought I was joking.
Here is a story about my mother. She always promised me she would come
back and help me if she could after she died. Well, she died on a
Wednesday morning. I had to drive to Northern New Jersey Thursday night
to pick up my brother and sister- in -law for the funeral. I forgot to
gas up on the way out of New Jersey. I looked at my gas gauge after I
passed the rest stop between the Newburgh exit and the New Paltz exit on
the New York State Thruway. I had less than an eighth of a tank of gas.
I asked mom to get me home. I hit empty about 2-3 miles before the exit.
I pulled into the gas station across from the exit on fumes. To this
day, I have not run out of gas. I do not make it a habit of waiting till
I am empty to fill up. I believe she is still with me, and watching over me.
After the death of my sister and my mother, I was devistated. I tried
suicide. I took some pills and put a frozen solid piece of London Broil
and tomato suace. I checked it after an hour or so and found it had not
cooked much. I took some more pills and decided to turn it off in an
hour or so. I woke up 10 hours later to go to work. The gas was off. It
was charcoal when I lifted the lid. The next day, my supervisor told me
my mother had come to her and told her to tell me she came down and
turned off the gas so nothing would happen to me.
Hello, I have a story for you! It happened to me about a year ago.It
and my sister and I were home by ourselves. And I was getting a shower and
I heard my name. So I turned off the water and listened to see if I heard
it again, but I didnít so I continued doing what I was doing. When I turned on the
water I heard it again. At this point im starting to get a little scared so I yelled
for my sister to see if she was the one who called me, but she didnít answer me.
So I immediately jumped out of the tub and ran into the living room. And I saw my sister laying on the couch sleeping. At this point im really freaked out, so I wake her up and asked her if she was yelling for me and she said no. After this im really scared.I walk into my bedroom and there are these strange markings no my walls, they were and orangish color. I ran out of my bedroom screaming and I woke my sister back up. I told her to come see the markings on the wall and when she went into my room to see them, they were gone. After this incodent a series of strange things have happened.Lights would go on and off, things would fall over for no reason, and my sister and I would wake up with strange marks on us. FREAKY!!!
My son told me this story. Soon after his mother and I divorced they moved to Lincoln (England). He was aged 14 at the time of this incident. He was walking home from school (alone) along Shakespeare Street when he heard a womanís footsteps. He told me he could tell they were a womanís from the sound he was hearing. I think I know what he means. The footsteps came right up to him, went past him and continued along the street, fading into the distance. There was no-one else in sight.
I am unsure about the existence of ghosts, being a little sceptical I think there is a rational explanation for everything Ė itís just that it hasnít been found yet, but my son does believe in them and apparently has the ability to see them. He tells me that there is a ghost in the house that I now live in with my second wife, but that I am not to worry as it is a friendly spirit. As we are the first people to live in this house, built in the London Docklands area, and no-one has died in it I cannot imagine where a ghost would come from but I am prepared to take my sonís word that there is one. I have often thought I have seen something out of the corner of my eye, but then I have had several eye operations and when I am tired I could easily be deceived, but our cat often reacts as if he is looking at someone or something that I canít see.
before i explain what happened, it would probably make more sence
my situation. i am a 20 year old male living in a city on the north western
shore of lake superior called Thunder Bay. me and my 2 brothers were not
living with my parents , who were seperated at the time. instead, my
brothers (both of which were younger, one who was 15 and the other was 17
when i was 18) lived with my aunt as foster children, and i lived on my
own. we were just getting closer to my mom, and visited her every weekend.
one week she decided that she was going to go on a fishing trip. my mom and
her boyfreind invited me and my brothers, but i decided not to go. a
choice that may have saved my life or led half my family into an early
grave, because the only one to survive the trip was my youngest brother.
before the left my other uncle (who lives downstairs from the aunt and
uncle my brothers were living with) saw andrew and said he looked... almost
colourless, or grey and that somthing was very wrong. he didn't mention it
untill after it happened because it didn't make any sence to him at the
moment. during the trip, the went fishing and the boat they were in flipped
over. they all drown except my youngest who made it to shore by hanging on
to the boat. now that you know the history, this is where things started
getting weird. since i stayed at home during the trip, i had no idea what
happened. my aunt and uncle drove my brother home after the ordeal that
night, but i wasn't told about it untill the next morning. but that same
night when he went home, my alarm clock fell to the floor. now that may not
sound strange but it was not close to the edge and there was no way that i
could have pulled it down since the cord was leading away from the bed.
after the funeral my uncle (the one who lived downstairs from them) started
seeing the brother who died, standing in the door of his room at the corner
of his eye. he would turn that way but no one was there. my uncle was not
one who would lie about somthing like that or see things that wasn't there
so i believe him totally. about a month or two after his death and my
mothers death, i moved in with my fiance downstairs from her parents. i
needed to get surgury to fix my nose and take my tonsils out at the same
time. my fiance drove me to the hospital on the day of the surgury, and i
suddenly felt sad because i knew my mother wouldn't be able to be there for
me. i went into the OR and obviously didn't stay awake for it. my fiance,
however sat outside the doors to the hall that led to the OR which was
pretty close to her. i was taking abnormally long to finish (which my fiance
should know since she is a nurse) and was getting worried when she saw a
lady in purple walk to the dorr of my room. my fiance does NOT make up
stories and is very reliable but she still swears that it was my mother!
before she entered my room, she turned and smiled at my fiance then went in.
a few minutes later i came out. but my mother wasn't seen again. when i
came to, i was told by the doctor that they had trouble bringing me back
from the anastetic. maybe thats why my mom was there. more things happen
like a clear knocking on our door but no one is there and other things
simular. we aren't the only ones who experiance this, my aunt had new
foster kids after my surviving brother moved out. 2 girls and one boy. the 2
girls slept in my bro's old room and were so terrified that they wanted
there brother to sleep in there with them. the next morning after he slept
in that room he told my aunt that he couldn't sleep very well. when asked
why, he said that his sisters kept hearing things and waking him up. he also
told her that his sisters saw a boy. we think maybe it might be my brother,
but who knows. i haven't experianced much since, and my experianced might
seem insignificant to some, but mfor me its kinda creepy
thats my story i hope it gets to you ok this time with out half the story
Dorm Room Ghost
My Name is Erika and I had an
experience once at a dorm I was staying
in over the weekend I was 17 or 18 I'm not too sure now. I'm from El Paso,
TX. and I was staying at the University of Texas at El Paso. Now, I had
never really heard about anything strange going on at these dorms we were
staying at until my experience was shared.
I was coming to the end of a very long day. I had woken up early
around 5 am. to get ready for the science fair. No, that isn't the reason
for going to the university but this is part of the story. I went to my
science fair and was there almost all day. It ended around three in the
afternoon. I was in a rush to finish because I was meeting my friends at
UTEP to begin another season of the Young Leaders Conference (YLC). I was
very excited to see all my friends but I was also very tired. The conference
went underway and it finished into the night as it always had every year. By
the time we did room check I was extremly exhausted. I was a councelor at
the time so we did room check and then all of us were going to hang out that
night on the floor above to eat pizza and see how everyone was.
I was rooming with my best friend name Veronica. She came in, let me
know where everyone was going to meet and if I was interested in pitching in
for pizza. I told her that I was too exhausted to eat and that I just
thought it best to go straight to bed. I told her that she should go without
me and if she wouldn't mind being very quiet when she came in so she would
not wake me. She was fine with that and said she would see me in the morning
and asked me to wake her up when I got up the next day. I agreed and went to
I have to explain to you the way the dorm room looked. When you
walked in the room the beds were against the wall on the same wall. They
were parallel to the wall and the only thing between them was a sink. All
the closests and cabinets were on the opposite side of the room. When I
slept, I put my head towards the door and my feet towards the window. There
was a window on the opposite side of the room from the door. I liked
sleeping in that bed every year because I liked looking out the window. The
whole room was dark and I was getting pretty sleepy. I guess I must have
gotten to the point where I was finally asleep when things started to happen.
I remember that I heard that the cabinet door opened and slammed shut.
I really didnt think much of it because I just figured that Veronica came in
and the door of the cabinet must have slipped from her hands and slammed
shut. I started to get to sleep when I heard the closet door open and shut
again. I wasnt aggitated but I forgave her again for it. Finallly, the sink
light came on. I knew she had to turn it on to brush her teeth so I was
still okay with most of the noise. Then it got ugly. I heard the water in
the sink on and then her bed light came on. As soon as that happend I heard
the cabinet and closet doors opening and shutting quite fast. Then that
lights for the entire room came on. All this noise at once was just enough
to drive me crazy. I finally got so fed up with it that I sat up and yelled
towards the window, "Vero will you knock it off, I'm trying to get to sleep
and I thought I asked you to please be quiet when you came in". At that
moment all the lights went off and the sink water stopped running. There was
no way for all of those things to have turned off on their own all at once
unless there was more than one person in the room. But the funny thing was,
now that I realize it, there were no sounds of foot steps. About half an
hour later Veronica walked back in the room. I asked her if she had been in
the room just a while back and her and another friend confirmed to me that
they had just come back so they could go to bed. This other friend was just
walking her back. I never told Vero what happend that night, I never really
told anyone about it until I started hearing other people with their own
stories. I know for a fact now that someone died in those dorms. I don't
know why or how but I do know that they don't house students in those dorms
anymore. I still think about it to this day and wonder what that lonely
student wanted. Was I in their room? Or did they just feel like causing some
hell and annoying me? I guess I'll never know!
I never understood what a ghost or haunting was... Now that im older
know i had experienced it when i was a child...
My family is from Mexico and when i was a child my grandmother would always
bring me toy dolls. Well she bought me this huge doll, it was bigger than
me. My two older brothers were so scared of that doll they would never get
near it. At night my mom would put it away in the closet because my brothers
were so afraid of it. One night while i was asleep i heard someone giggling,
i looked toward the closet and it was the doll. I could not move or yell for
my mom or anybody because i was so scared. Finally i got the courage to get
up, and i ran to my moms room, when i was getting up the doll just stared at
me as i left the room. I was so surprised of what i saw i told my mom and
she just said i was having a nightmare, she put me to bed and i did not see
or here the doll that night. That was the night that started it all.. The
next morning everyone in the house was yelling and running around, i went to
the dinning room where everyone was, and the doll was behind the couch.. No
one would touch the doll to take it to my room. My mom thought my brothers
were just playing a prank, but the next few days the doll would always be in
a different place of the house, sometimes we would not even find her... We
asked my grandma where she got the doll from, a store or someone. My
grandmother is known as a Curandera, means she is a healer, (good witch). We
asked her if the doll was good or bad, to make sure it was not going to do
harm. She says that she had bought the doll from an old woman. We
investigated the woman, her background everything about her, finds out the
old lady used to work in an old orphanage where the kids there would get
tortured. The woman was not a pleasant woman, very mean and very scary
looking. Finds out that old woman died eight years before my grandmother
bought the doll... We were so freaked out at that point we did not know what
to do or say. My grandmother went to our house, went to the back yard and
started a fire in an old barrel, went inside and looked for the doll when
she found it the doll started to scream with an old lady's voice, and was
shaking.. At that point my mom, and brothers where just freaking out, we
could not believe our eyes, and ears.. My grandma was not even scared or
nothing she just picked up the doll and took it to the back yard... My
grandma threw the doll into the fire, started praying in Spanish, when she
did the doll started to scream, and kick and the face started to look like
the old woman's face... The dolls name was Maria just like the old woman's
name, it was on a bracelet that came with the doll, I still have the
bracelet... I will never forget nor will my family forget that horrifying
once when i was spending the night with my boyfriend we heard a loud
noise and looked out his door into the laundryroom and the ceiling had
fallen down and there was a big hole. He thought it was weird, I did too
he said he would just have to fix it in the morning. We went back to sleep.
The next morning we got up to inspect the damage and there was none.
Another time I was in my bed at my house and my guy was at his house and I really wanted to see him bad. I just closed my eyes and concentrated real hard and I swear my soul left my body. I could feel myself floating through the streets and to his house. When I got there I knocked on his bedroom window and he came out the back door and talked to me. We kissed then I felt myself float back home into my body. When I woke up the next morning I thought man that was a wierd dream. When I seen him later that day he told me he was suprised to see me lastnight. I said I thought I was dreaming that. He said no it really happened. I didn't even tell him before he told me he was suprised.
I have other stories if you want to read them.
Cape Cod House
Im very glad to see that someone has taken it upon themselves to
sight like this. I wanted to share my experience with you. It was late
august and my parents decided that they did not ant to deal with me anymore
(i wasnt the best of kids) so they sent me to live with my great uncle jim,
he lives in a nice cape cod house right on the water. his house is ancient,
and used to contain many rooms. My uncle decided that he wanted to tare all
the walls down and make the bottom flooer one large roo., in the center of
the room he created was this old very large winding stair case. It always
freaked me out because it creeked. Any way he went to the super market for
and hour or so and left his dog, skippy and i alone. i was watching reruns
of friends when skippy started to act very strange, though he was laying
next to me on the sofa he was admitting a low growl and eyeing the stair
case, when patted him, he groweld at me and got up. The dog circled the
stairs growling and looking up, then abruptly took off up the stairs as if
chasing something. I thought skippy was having a senile moment until i heard
an upstairs door slam, and then another, and then another. After the
slamming skippy came tearing down the stairs, stood at the bottom nd started
to bark. I was scared, but i was also 15 so i decided to be a brave and go
see what it was, as i neared the stairs skippy began to growl at me and
snap, almost as if he wanted to scare me away from the stair case and
whatever he was barking at. i looked at his eyes and saw them revolving
around the stair case as if following someone o something down them. as any
teenage girl would i started to flip out and ran outside calling skippy
after me. from outside i gazed up at the windows and saw dark shadows moving
around inside, my immediate reaction was robber, so being as headstrong as i
was i plunged back inside and ran upstairs, nobody was there, and all the
doors where wide open.
I used to live in a house in
El Segundo, CA, right outside of LA. My sister and I would always be home
during the weekends together while my mother and father worked and my grandmother
would take care of us. My sister and I would do everything together: play
video games, watch Tv, go outside. Sometimes we were not very well behaved
and my gramma would say to us, " You better behave or i ill call out the
ghosts." just to frighten us. So we devised a plan of what to say the next
time she recited this to us. I was 5 or 6 at the time and what we said
that one day was, "
why don't you call them then." And she did she called the ghosts. She said they were upstairs waiting. We went to investigate. At first we saw nothing. We looked at the large outer closet mirror and laughed saying that we got her this time! HA HA! And right at that very moment the closet opened and out came a silver humanoid form, that looked very similar to a knight in armor. My sister screamed, picked me up in her arms and ran me down the stairs. We were so frightened as we told our gramma I even think i might have peed my pants( I was 5). Even now that I am older every time I walked into that room alone I never felt right. Gramma didn't really say anything about the incident, but she never, EVER called the ghosts again.
hi my name is andrea and this is my story.
When i was 9 or 10 years old my dad brought me a stuffed dog fom london. I was so happy with it it was just a smiling little dog and the bottom of it was like a beanie baby. So that night when i went to bed i told my dad i would sleep with the 2 stuffed animals he had gotton me the 1 from london and the 1 when i was 6 so when my dad went 2 bed i threw both dogs and they hit my closet door and landed on the ground. A few moments later i hea rd a sound but i didnt know what it was so i went back 2 sleep but i was resting my eyes a little while later i started to sink down in my bed so i opened my eyes and i couldnt move my body but my head and i looked forward and saw the new stuffed dog sitting on my stomach FROWNING at me with eye 2 eye contact then finnaly my arms could move so i picked it up and threw it off the bed so i got up and walked over to the closet and the other stuffed dog was not there. So i started lookin 4 it and found it sittin in a little baby cradle sitting upright.I asked my mom and dad the next mornin and they said they didnt go into my room at all that night.
This occurence just happened to me and my husband. On the morning of the sixth of March we were in our bed sleeping. The phone rings at four thirty in the morning. It was his brother telling us that his father had been rushed to the hospital .The call was then cut off.
We laid back down to wait for another call
to give us the details.We dozed off when all of a sudden
there was this tremendous noise at the door. We both jumped out of bed . Our two dogs were going crazy. We
went to the front door and noone was there. In the bathroom
the fishclock that had been up on the wall for years decided
at that precise time to fall of the wall. Just as we put the clock back and headed for the bedroom, the phone rang.
Without answering the phone ,we knew that his father had just passed away. W e feel because there was lack of communication between them .It was Roger telling him in his own way that there was peace between them.After this my husband was at peace with himself and his father's passing.
A Taste of Suicide
When I was still
a youngin' (ten or so) I was moved into a my first
in a series of foster homes. My fosterparents were very stern, stoic people,
who didn't take crap from anyone, especially a little angst filled brat like
me. They had just finished preparations for me, which included a bit of
remodeling of the basement, which is where I would make my new home. The
room they had decided to generously provide me was a walk in closet, which
used to be a storage room, and had one very small quarter privacy window. My
new humble abode had a water/gas pipe generous something running from one
end of the ceiling to the other, about two inches away from the ceiling.
>From the second I was escorted in, I felt an overpowering anger- Just this
blind, insane rage. For most ten yearolds, this would have been something to
toss a shrink a couple bills over; But my new family, and myself, passed it
off as stress.
The first couple night in that room were fine- A bit cold, but
fine. However, about a week into my stay in my glorious room, I began to be
woken up by a very soft creaking noise- Bearly audible, but it woke me up
anyway. It was this sort of squeaking, grinding noise that would last about
two minutes, then stop- Starting fast, then slowing down to silence.
Homicidally enraged, I'd sit up and cling to my little stuffed kitty, and
d*** the social system and child protection agencies for making me live in a
closet with crappy ventilation and leaky pipes. For some reason,
underneath my blistering annoyance, I was doing my best to ignore fear that
seemed to consume any other thought. Although I'd never admit it then, I can
remember fighting back very rare tears. I'd tell my little stuffed kitty
"Oh, Christ! A pipe is making noise! it's satan himself, coming to steal my
soul and eat my ovaries!" and then laugh like a god*** maniac, trying to
provide any sort of pathetic, desperation comfort.
That wasn't really what scared me though. What got me, was what
accompanied the noises. A very slender, human shaped silhouette would sway
gently in the corner of the room, each movement in time with the grinding.
This wasn't a shadow from outside, since there were no lights and the
whatnot. Now I was a weeeeeeiiiiirrrd little kid- And I wasn't afraid of
anything- peein' my pants over a squeaky pipe and a shadow didn't quite
fit. I was back to my old, sulky self the second I left my room.
About a week later, I was laying in my bed, sketching, when I
heard a knock on the door. I yelled for whoever it was to come in- But
nobody answered. The knock came again, and being the impatient little snot I
was, I hissed "WHAT!?!" I got a response I really didn't want. A woman's
voice, drifted under the door, dripping with despair. "Please come out...
you've been in there so long..." "I'm so sorry dear, would you please
just... open this door? Please?" "You have to eat. let me bring you some
food." "Please unlock the door, for just a little while?" ect. This voice
was completley unfamiliar, and was not possibly anyone in my house. Arching
a brow, I hopped dout of bed and skittered to the door, prepared to give
anyone behind it the beating of a lifetime with my sketchbook. And as you
guessed it, there was no one there. And after grabbing kitty, and conducting
a thorough search of my basement, I shrugged it off and went back into my
room. That night, as usual I woke up to the creaking and the swaying
silhouette, but now it was joined by the knocking, and the voice- And a very
distinct smell of rotting meat, which gave me a heavy nose bleed. Scared
out of my god*** whits, I ran to my foster parents room all bloody faced and
cried like a b**** with a skinned knee. I explained that there was something
in my room, and the pipes, and the shadows, and all that crazy psycho
babble. Being so rare to see me show any sort of emotion, they listened
instead of blowing me off, and offered to spend the next night down there
with me. They did, and too my surprise at their skeptical nature, they saw,
heard, and smelt everything that I had.
My neighbor boy who was considerably older then me was taunting on
Halloween, saying "i know something about your house that you don't" and the
like. I begged and begged for him to tell me, but he wouldn't, claiming it
would scare me too badly, and if I moved he'd tell me. When I did move out,
back into the land of courts and human recourses, I made a final stop at his
house to ask what was going on. He told me that a the fifteen year old son
of the previous owners had killed himself after a fight with his mother, and
it was almost a month before they found him. He had hung himself from the
pipe in my room, and locked the door.
Since then, I've lost my sense of smell.
A Quick Trip to a Desert
This is short and sweet. My sister and i who have shared a special bond most of out lives were standing on the bridge near our home waiting for a bus. It was a regular type winters day, overcast but not raining. We were standing side by side and of course as usual the buses were few and far between. All of a sudden we were both standing in the middle of what can only be described as a desert. It was vast, hot and dry. There were we for a split second staring at each other , speechless with astonishment. Then in a blink we were back on the bridge. We both asked "did you see that' almost at once. She described to me what she had experienced, it was exactly what i had experienced. Weird thing is after that moment i doubt we discussed it again, almost as if we made some unspoken agreement not to talk about it. Its so hard to explain, i would love to delve into it further but i feel mentally drained to think about it. If we had not shared this experience, i would have thought i had dreamt it.
k is me i got story to freak u out but im gonna tell u one weird it was midnigth and everybody was asleep and i was awake i didnt feel like sleeping then i heard like my dad voice laughing i stared to look but there was a dark shadow but i didnt see anything well then it continued to laugh but i was like trying to figure out who was there when i look the was nobody so i got scare i was trying to fell at sleep but then i run to my mom bedroom and she calm me down but i still traumatized .............
Visit From My Dad
My father was a big man, over 6 feet tall, and the picture of health.
He was a farmer who worked long days and was as strong as an ox.
On December 21, 1991, he very quietly slipped away in his sleep of a massive
heart attack at the age of 56. We had planned a family homecomeing,
my sisters were coming home from out of state for Christmas that year,
and he looked forward to the reunion. Instead of a reunion, we had
I think the part that hurt the worst was no one got to say goodbye to our beloved dad. It was all so unexpected. About the following November, (I remember it was near my anniversay) I woke one night to see my dad standing at the foot of my bed. He was wearing brown slacks, a button front shirt, and brown dress shoes. This was his going to town attire, not the usual t shirt & farmer jeans I saw him in most frequently. Dad told me that he would be visiting all 7 of us kids, and would I kindly take care of my mom for him? I told him that I would, and we said goodbye.
I was sitting bolt upright with my back against the headboard, and my husband sleeping next to me. I really feel this was no dream, but my dad's way of saying goodbyes that did not get said. None of my other siblings have reoported a visitation, and are still waiting. Dad was a very religious man, and if he was given only one chance to return to make a point, I think he chose to visit me because I was closest to my mom, and would look after her.
I was about 5 years of age, my parents divorced and my father living
with his mother till he found a place. I can recall all of
this like it was just yesterday. I was in my aunt's room and because
of my aunt being the baby of the 6, her room was the smallest and pink
all around! Anywho, my aunt was out for the night and I wanted to
sleep in her room. The bed was parallel to the door which it was
open (being a little kid like the doors be open just a crack, mines was
wide open)! I was really knocked out until I felt this feeling I
cannot describe but I had to open my eyes to know why am I having this
eerie feeling. As I open my eyes, there in front of me was these
two red eyes, mean looking. It was in a dog shape kinda form but
there's no form you can see only those red mean eyes. The thing of
it is that I thought it might be a reflection from the moon hitting something
inside my aunt's room to make that reflect. But something was weird
about it and I couldn't put my finger to it. I studied it, looked
hard at it trying to figure out what was so weird about this so-called-reflection
then it hit me. This so-called-of-a-reflection was not even on the
door. It was midair and then my eyes just popped out. I did
not move, I couldn't speak, I couldn't do anything that's how scared I
was. Finally, I had the courage to move and ran right through it
and screamed to my father on the top of my lungs! Till this day I
haven't seen those eyes anymore. But believe you me, that's one hell
of a scary story to tell people!
HI, I am 12 years old. This had happened about the time I was between
7-9 years of age. I was at my home with my 2 younger brothers and a couple
of my friends. It was broad daylight and we were home alone. We were coloring
when I heard a noise. I didn't think to much of it, but then my friend
heard a noise in my cupboard. Soon enough everyone heard it. We though
it might be a rat or mouse, but was very unlikely because we'd barley even
get spiders and how would a rat get in a high cupboard. So me, being the
oldest (and bravest), went over to the cupboard and right as I was about
to open it I smelt this horrible stench. It smelt like an extremely old
omelet or something with eggs. I thought maybe my brother cut the cheese,
so I ignored it. I opened the cupboard and a plate started to shake rapidly.
I got freaked out and I did not see any "rat". My friends screamed and
said "Justine look!" All of the sudden I saw a puff of something like smoke.
It was the "size" of a baby. It floated over to another cupboard and was
gone. The smoke surprised me because 1st it was a summer day no fog and
2nd no one smoked. We never experienced like that and never had after.
It was a lifetime experience for all of us.
SPRINGVILLE INN HAUNTING
My name is Tammy. I just read the story on your site about the Springville
Inn in Springville, California being haunted. I am pleased to see that
someone else has finally realised it . I have had a couple of encounters
with the spirits at the Inn. I am so excited that it is finally being recognized
as a genuine haunted place. I never told anyone of my experiences at the
Inn for fear they would think me insane and take me to the state hospital
On the first encounter with the spirits of the Inn, I was there with a friend of mine having drinks after dinner. I was walking to the ladies room when I felt something very cold brush my hand. It felt like a child trying to hold my hand. The intense cold of the touch startled me and I quickly jerked my hand away.
The next encounter I had was on a night when my neice , a couple of her friends and myself stopped at the Inn for drinks before heading down to Porterville to the club there. I was standing in front of the bar waiting for the bar tender when I felt an extremely cold breeze as though someone had just brushed against me. And then again a few seconds later the same cold feeling as though someone were touching my arm in apology for bumping against me. I knew after the first encounter that the Inn was haunted , but it was the second encounter that reinforced this belief.
I am so excited about the Springville Inn finally being recognized as a true haunted building. I hope to return to the Inn sometime in the future. Perhaps this time I'll meet another spirit dwelling there. One can only hope!
I want to thank you for your wonderful true ghost story site. I return there time after time. Thank you also for taking the time to read this email .
One night me, my boyfriend and two of our friends were driving around a part of central Illinois know as the "Lost Forties". It's called this becasue you can literally drive around an get lost in a forty mile radius. If your lucky enough to get lost, you will drive by the same house several times no matter which way you turn. You always end up back at the same spot until somehow you manage to get out. Also, it is rumored that somewhere in this area is a satanic church. I have lived in this area for all of my life, but had never been there. We were driving around and my friend said it would be scary if we found the church. I told everyone not to worry, because I would let them know if we got close to the church. I was only joking around with her. I had no clue where the church was. Well, my friend had to go to the bathroom, so my boyfriend stopped the car so she could go. This is common practice if you in the middle of the country! We were in a two door car and she was in the backseat of the passenger side, so I had to open the door and get out of the car to let her out. All of the sudden I had this overwelming urge to get out of there. I looked at her and told her to get back in the car. We had no time to waste. It was like our lives were depending on it. I got back in the car and just told my boyfriend to go. I was screaming at them to go. I scared him bad enough that he hit the gas and rocks flew as we got out of there. Right ahead of us was a bend in the road. As we rounded the bend, we saw the church! I was crying and trying not to throw up. After we got back into town we stopped at a local store so I could calm down and explain what had happend. They of course had figured it out after we had seen the church. The worst part of all of this is that while we were sitting in the parking lot of the store I started having visions. I was seeing what had happend in that church. It was not pretty! I belive that a young man had been sacraficed and he somehow managed to warn me to get myself and my friends out of there. I don't know if this counts as a ghost story, but I just wanted to share my experience!
In garden grove there is a house that is very hounted many
of the people that lived there report being chocked by gost friends of
the people that lived there would not spend the night because they were
so scared this is no lie they all saw indians it was an indian baral ground
it is very bad when the childern would dig in the yard they would find
bones i think this should be on there it is very scary and true old owners
cry when they think of it also you should have sontiago high school in
here it is in santa ana if you go looking you will find so much. well thank
you for reading this
Well one night I was at my Uncle's farm in Brakston County W.V..
laying in my cousins bed and all the sudden I heard a real strange
noise. It was coming from underneath the steps. It was like a banging
noise.Like someone had a hammer and was banging on the steps. The weird
thing was that that mornig there was 2 people sitting in a white truck
with a rifle poked ot the window. The same people did the same thing
that night that the banging started. I looked out the window again and
the truck was still there but the people were gone. So I dicieded to go
to bed and forget about it. And I dozed off about the time that the
banging started. And so I quietley tiptoed down the stairs. And I
opened the door to the staircase and there was no one there. So I looked
all around in there. But there was no one there. So I closed the door
and the banging started again. THERE REALLY IS NO EXPLAINATION???
My name is Mary Kate
One day, while I was in 6th grade, I traced back my family line and came to a startling discovery: A history of psychic's and mediums run in my family. Up until that point, I had thought that everyone was able to do as I could -- see and sense ghosts, and predict things before they happen. I didn't know any better...My uncle has the ability, and things like this were always discussed openly in my family.
Currently I live in Delanco, New Jersey, in a 25-year-old house haunted by a ghost dog. It's a friendly little thing; I think it may be white and tan in color. However, ghost dogs are a walk in the park compared to what I spent 16 years of my Life with.
I grew up in a house in the neighborhood of Port Richmond, located in Philadelphia, PA. My house was over 75 years old, and a source of paranormal activity. For as long as I could remember, any time I slept in the upstairs middle bedroom, I'd have horribly graphic dreams about our neighborhood burning down, being caught in World War II, and, the most chilling dream I'd ever had while living there: A reenactment of the death of the boy who died in my house. Sometimes these dreams blended into one another. For instance: One night I dreamt that we were caught in WW2. We went down to the basement, seeking shelter, and were greeted by the image of a boy dressed in soldier's clothing, hanging from a rope tied around the pipe in the front of the basement.
Of course, growing up, no one believed that I experienced these things. Only my Mother and Father testify to the night terrors I experienced from sleeping in that room -- these lasted from the time I was about 2 until I was around 7 or 8. The night terrors were always the same: The closet door in the middle room would slowly push open, I'd jump out of bed, and something sinister would be chasing me down the stairs. My Mom would be at the bottom, but I could never get to her. There were more than a few occasions where I woke up screaming.
However, some of these "night terrors" were actual, wide-awake experiences. I can distinctly remember one night being shaken awake by god-knows-what, and then watching, scared to death, as the closet door inched open. I ran screaming downstairs, and it is that night that my Mom remembers like this:
"She was screaming and crying, I could hear her running out of the room. Then
the scariest thing I'd ever experienced in that house occurred. It was like some
evil force or evil SOMETHING had pushed her down the steps from behind,
but something good was holding her from the front. It was like she was suspended in the air, practically flying down the stairs. I didn't have time to think
about what had happened until later. When I finally realized how she'd gotten from her bedroom to the living room, I had to sit down -- my knees went weak."
As the years went on, my Mom drilled into my head that what I saw or sensed was just my imagination. Ever-creative, she told me that I was living in a fantasy world and I needed to snap out of it. So a mental block landed right smack in the middle of my open-mindedness. However, this didn't stop whatever spirits occupied my house. As I got older, run-ins were everyday, but not as obvious. For instance, it would sound like someone was walking around upstairs while no one was home except for myself. Though we did, in fact, live in a townhouse, our next door neighbors on that side were elderly, and could not continuously go up and down the stairs. Also, there were some nights when it would sound like someone would come slowly across the hall, and then the bathroom door would close, the toilet would flush, but no one would ever come out.
It was later that I learned my Aunt Katie had died in my room, the back room. She was a funny, carefree woman, and I'm almost certain it was her who protected me from hurtling down the steps when I was a child. The middle room, however, was a different story. That room had sinister vibes EMANATING from it. Even those who were not sixth sense inclined could feel the undercurrent. It was strange, actually, because any time that someone would go from my room (the back room) to downstairs, they would never look into the middle room. They always did, though, rush past it. No one ever wanted to look in there. At the same time, as we were avoiding looking into the middle room, it was like our eyes were riveted to the front room. For some reason, no matter who it was, everyone always stared into the front room while coming down the stairs.
I also found out later that a boy had hanged himself in our basement. He had been an angry boy, teased by his schoolmates. When I went down to investigate, I found part of an old, frayed rope still wrapped around the very pipe I'd dreamt about the young soldier hanging from. Afraid of what would happen if I removed it, I left it there. I'm sure it's still there today.
I was not the only one, however, who experienced things in my house. My older sister was in the bathroom one time when she saw a black gloved hand reach into the shower. She screamed bloody murder and it disappeared. My Mom and Dad were the only two home, and they were downstairs. After a thorough search of the house, absolutely nothing turned up. The hand couldn't be explained. Another time, my sister came home after school to an empty house, and heard the chilling noise of someone running their fingers up and down the blinds in the back room. I had also heard this, and so had the rest of my family. My oldest sister said that once she'd been home by herself when she heard what sounded like someone laughing and dancing upstairs in the back room. Being the brave one she is, she went to investigate. And of course, as expected, nothing turned up.
There were other occasions when friends of mine came to stay over and found themselves catching glimpses of people passing by them. Upon one occasion, my friend Melissa was in my bathroom. She set her deodorant down on the sink, the label facing towards her. As she turned to the bathtub to run her water, she heard something. Turning back around, she noticed that her deodorant's label was facing in the opposite direction. Another instance was when my friend Patricia stayed over. She said she woke up one night to find herself staring at a grey-ish mist hovering over by the infamous closet in the middle room. When she went to wake me up, it disappeared and she was left questioning her own sanity.
There are a million other stories I could share with you, but since I'm sure you're quite busy as it is, I will end this e-mail here. We have been living in this new house for almost two years now, and I still miss "my ghosts" terribly. I was considering revisiting my house, but as we didn't tell the new owners their new house was haunted, I'm not sure how well it would go over if I showed up and said, "Hi. My name is Mary Kate, and I used to live here. I was just wondering if I could talk to you about whether or not you've experienced any ghosts yet."
Hello, My name is Ty Silva and I live in Orangeville, Utah. It is a small town with several other small towns nearby. I used to live in the town of Castle Dale, when I lived there we lived on ghost road, a road that knind of connects Orangeville and Castle Dale. There is only one house on it that's right by the road itself, and that's the one me and my mom lived in. Now you have to know some backround, my aunt and uncle owned this house and that's why we got to move in. My uncle's grandpa used to live in the house and he would hide money all throughout the house. In pipes, ventilating systems, and various other parts of the house. When we moved in sidewalks were cracked and other parts of the house taken apart because family knew that he would hide money all over. When we initially moved in, we didn't really notice anything supernatural happening. However through out the few years we lived there we would hear footsteps in the hallways outside our rooms, things in the kitchen would fall off the shelves and crash to the floor, we didn't think much of this because we owned a family of cats and there were plenty of strays in the area, we simply assumed that somehow one of them had gotten into the house and knocked things over, but whenever we got up and checked there would be no cats in the house. Another interesting thing that would happen is that the buzzer on our oven (the little clock like one) would go off in the middle of the night every once in a while, we would usually just have to get up and turn it off. This was strange, because the kitchen was situated right above the cellar, which comes into play later in my account. These sort of instances went on for about 2 years. One week we had had a lot of water heater problems, so naturally we called my Uncle, who lived just down the street to come see if he could fix it, while he was working down in the cellar, where the water heater was, he found a jar of very old money in one of the air vents, this was of course hidden by the old man. Around a week later, me and my mom both had problems sleeping so she came into my room and asked if I wanted to go sit on the porch outside, we went out and down in a small clearing by our house, I saw something I will never forget, standing about 30-40 feet from us was a glowing figure, it was not real descriptive, we could only see a straight looking figure with shoulders and a head, at first we tried to make a reflection out of it, but after several minutes, we decided there was nothing for it to be reflecting from. When I think back, the whole experience sends chills down my spine, but I distinctively remember feeling calm and peaceful, we probably watched it for about 10-20 minutes, it never moved we just kept watching it. We lived in the house for another 4 months or so, and never heard it, saw it or had anything else supernatural happen. Nothing much really happened with it until my 9th grade year. We had this teacher named Mr. Durrant, he was the geography teacher, but was more known for his story telling abilities, stories from his army experiences, urban legends, and local stories, one of the happened to be about the ghost road, he never got around to telling that one, but one day after class I approached him about it and told him how I used to live in that house, he showed me a picture that stopped me dead in my tracks, a picture of the ghost. It looked identical to the one I had seen. His story about the ghost differs greatly, there is an urban legend about the road, and how there used to be a hanging tree, where people were hanged. I asked my Grandma about this and she said she never heard anything about it and she has lived in the area for around 85 years. So I think the hanging story is false. There are also accounts of several car accidents on the ghost road, this is likely since there is a dangerous turn right at the end of the road. My Cousin and his wife now live in the house, which has been remodled and fixed up for a few years now, and to my knowledge the ghost has left and no longer resides there. Our theory is that he simply wanted his money found and once the last of it was he was able to mve on. I can attest that this story is true. I was around 8 or 9 when it happened and I am now 16. I go to school in Castle Dale now and every once in a while I drive by the lonely looking house and remember the peaceful entity that lived there. The house now seems peaceful and at rest. That was the most supernatural thing that has ever happened to me and probably the most supernatural thing that ever will happen to me, but I will never forget it
i live in NJ and there is this house on a dirt roud about a mile
from here and i whent in it with my friend(i'm a ghost pheatic myself)we
split up and i whent down in the basement and he whent upstairs to the
3 floor sundinly i herd footsteps and i thought it was my friend so whent
up stairs to se if it was my friend and when i whent up there was noithing
i whent down stairs again and i herd them again but this time when i turned
around there was a a lil child about 10 years old and then i herd an ladie
starting to sream and cry "where is my son" sudinly the child dissapred
and the screaming stoped excatly when the chlid dissaperd in excitment
i ran upstairs to the 3 floor to tell me friend and there i saw my friend
looking at this ghost killing this lil child that looked like the child
that i saw down the basment andin fear my friend ran out of the house and
then i whent closer to see if it was real and it wasnt when i started to
get close it started to dissaper then i started to follow my friend and
when i was about to get out of the house i herd a small voice saying "will
you play with me"and then i felt i hard thing hit the side of lag and o
fell and when i got up my friend was gone nd i saw the childs head on a
post nd thats all i saw just wanted you to share this experince with other
pepole hope you will bye
As a member of a First Nation here in Canada, I have an interest
with anything having to do with our way of life, past and present. I have
seen ghosts, people who change from dark forms into a person like you and
me, makes me wonder if I'm cursed or something. Strange things seem to
happen to me when I least expect it, such as the story I will share with
you. My brothers and I hunt every fall for Moose, the meat will go a long
way in feeding our families, we provide food for those that cannot hunt
due to old age. One such hunting trip things were going as usual, we really
enjoy the time we spend together seeing that we all have families now and
live far from each other. We arrived at one of our spots that produces
almost every time, and I let my brothers off at two different spots, miles
from each other so the chance of running into each other is eliminated.
I drove quite a long while to a spot where I have killed two bulls before
and as usual parked the truck and prepared for our hunt, as usual I had
to leave tobacco. We always leave tobacco on four sides of a tree north,
east, south, and then west this is our offering to the elders who have
gone on before us and for the creator, to bring us luck on the hunt. I
thought for once I will skip this tradition and see what happens but changed
my mind and left it just in case I would jinx this hunt. I walked along
a trail while it was still pitch black out, only my flashlight guiding
me around trees and stumps, we do this so that when it gets light out,
we are in heart of Moose country. It started to drizzle lightly I welcome
the rain because it softens the ground making it very easy to move around
without being heard. The drizzle turned into a light rain so I took shelter
under a huge pine tree, I leaned back against it and turned off my flashlight.
Sometime you can hear them moving around in the sloughs in the dark, this
always brings a smile to my face. I waited, finally it was getting light
out, the rain was coming down softly now. I checked my rifle, checked my
gear and slowly started making my way along a trail. After about 15 or
20 minutes I came to bend in the trail, it was now starting to get nice
and light out, I stopped and used my binoculars to glass a slough on my
right. It was clear, so I stood there listening for any kind of movement.
It was then that something ran around the corner and stopped dead in its
tracks when it saw me. I could not believe my eyes, it was a man about
as high as my knee, he was covered in what seemed to be a animal fur, kind
of like a cape to keep him warm. He stood there for at least four seconds,
at this point I was frozen with a feeling of fear as well as astonishment.
We stood there looking at each other, he then turned and ran off the same
way he came, I watched him run on two legs with incredible speed. I stood
there, in the rain wondering what just happened here.
After about ten minutes I decided to go further down the trail and see what happens, my curiosity got the better of me. I tried looking for prints but could not find any, I then remembered my mom telling me that the little people were magical and that if I should ever see one that I should leave them alone. I followed the trail around the bend and I sat down and watched the trail that went further down and turned about 75 yards toward the north. I sat there in the rain and decided that this must be something bad and that I should go back to the truck and call my brothers on their radios. Just then a huge cow Moose came running around the bend, it stopped and turned broad side and looked back, like something chased it there. I took one shot and flattened it on the spot, right behind the head so that its over quickly. I often think about that morning, did that little person bring me that Moose? I don't know, so I just wrote it off as another strange event in my life so far. Thanks for taking the time to read this.
The Huntington High School in Huntington Beach i think is haunted. i never believed in ghosts, but when i was told by castodians and ambassadors that a student who went there, George, a few years back, hung himself during a play. he strugled to try to break free but nobody bothered to help him. everyone thought he was acting. with his yelling and screaming, he eventualy stopped. and George had died. and now his ghost haunts the Huntington High School stage. actors have to fill out a warrenty before they preform and put it on george's rope where he was hung. If the rope is removed during the play, than the play is ruined. sometimes objects from backstage would launch out onto the stage and strike the actors. and usualy, they would forget their lines and often trip say when walking off stage while the lights would also be flickering. anyways, my friend and i went to go get a good picture of george. when we got on campus, we tried to be as quiet as we can. one of the football lights in the stadium turned on (just one of them) that did'nt bother us though. so instead of going up to the light we shined our flashlights through the window where you can see the stage. i could have promised you i saw something move, and i did. right when i shined my light into the window, i saw something or someone duck down behind the window i was looking through. i gasped, and my friend and me ran away to our get-away car, and drove away. in the car, we told my dad what we saw and he thought i was being chicken because of us running. i thought he was gona fade through the window and get us. in a year from now ill be going to that school. and ill get plenty more where that came from
My brother, sister, 2 aunts and I grew up in a house that we believe was haunted. Several of our friends back then would back these accounts. This house was built in 1949. My mom, dad, maternal grandfather, sister and I moved in around 1971. We lived there until 1982. The previous owners were family members. My maternal great grandmother had died in that house, in what was evenutally my mom's room. Within 1 year of moving there, my little brother was born, Feb, 1972. My dad and mom divorced soon after that. In 1974 my maternal grandmother died bringing my two aunts to our home. These were my mother's 1/2 sister's. They were the same age as my sister and me.
We soon started noticing some strange happenings around the house. I remember ALWAYS being afraid of the back stairs that led to the basement. This was unfortunate as our bedrooms (the kids') were in the basement. To get there you had to go through the kitchen and through a door that passed right by the large windowed back door. Then down the stairs to our room. It was always very dark and cold, even with the light on. Often times this little light would burn out while we would be going up or down the stairs.
On one occasion, it was the middle of the night, I had to go to the bathroom, which was upstairs. I was headed up when I glanced out the back door window and saw a pair of red glowing eyes staring at me (I can feel the goosebumps on my arms even now). I ran so fast up the stairs and to my mom's room where I stayed the rest of the night. My younger aunt and my brother also saw glowing eyes at the back door and in the basement laundry room window. When mom would go to check, there would be nothing there.
There was a coat closet that was another place where weird happenings occurred. This just happened to be located in the hall down from my mom's room right next to my brother's room. This closet also had a door in the ceiling that led to the unfinished attic. It was not made to be a room, just for insulation. Often times, when I would get into that closet, the little door in the ceiling would move. The door to the closet would also pop open or slam shut when no one was near it.
The most horrifying event that occurred happened in 1976. I was 10, my sister was 8 and we had a friend, Angie, that was spending the night. We happened to be all laying in the living room trying to go to sleep. From the living room, we could see through the dining room, into the kitchen. Angie and I were still awake when what we thought was my grandpa came up from the basement into the kitchen. He often did that in the middle of the night to get coffee or water. No lights were turned on, but it appeared as though the "person" got some coffee, then went back out the kitchen door. We then heard the outside door open and shut. This made us sit up in wonder as my grandpa never went outside in the middle of the night. Mind you , this was about 1 or 2 a.m. The next thing we knew, something fell from the ceiling and crashed to the floor. Angie and I ran into the kitchen, turning on ALL the lights on the way. When we got in there, there was an empty coffee cup laying broken on the floor. From where it was, there was no possible way it fell from any counter or cupboard. It was as if it had fallen from the light fixture in the middle of the ceiling. We then went screaming to my mom's room. She came out, cleaned up the cup, went down to find my grandpa sleeping. Needless to say, we spent the rest of the night in her room on the floor.
My mom was aware of all the "weird" goings on in that house. There were lots of times when you could hear someone walking across the floor or up and down the stairs when no one was there. These happenings continued on through the years, even when we moved (those are some other stories to be written later). These are not even close to all of the occurances in the house. These are just some of the most memorable ones. There were many small incidents such as flickering lights, cold areas, strange noises, and our pets watching things that weren't there. We still wonder today if any of these things are still going on now. Although we tend to believe most of it has followed our mother every time she moves as she continues to experience quite a bit of unexplainable things happen
i have been seeing them as long as i can remeber i am now 27yrs old
trust me i wish i couldnt its extremely unnerving when the hairs on the
back of your neck hell all over your body start standing up, your skin
starts crawling n u feel so cold u could freeze ice cream. its not
a gift i enjoy but theres no sign of it going away, its all started i am
told by my mum when i was around 2 she would find me babbling away to myself
and all i would say is that i was talking to fred it carried on through
many years we moved a total of about 8 times each time fred would come
with us i never new anything different to i thought it was normal its reached
a boiling point when others started to come by this time i was about 13
fred seemed to keep most of them away i realize now he was protecting me,
but i was discriping members of my grandmas and grandads family that had
been dead for over 20yrs the worse was great granma prissie, she would
hang round in my bedroom for days moving things but eventually even she
went away i grew up and moved away to skegness england, by this time they
werent even bothering me but my fred was there (as u can imagine i am quite
fond of him) i always thuoght he was looking out for me and he was he proved
that. the reason i will tell u i was staying at my friends place overnight
caz told me not to sleep in the little bedroom but i said nothing will
happen, the room was tiny about the size of a broom cupboard there was
only a bed and a hot air heater , as soon as i entered i knew there was
something evil in there my throat felt like it was being crushed n it was
very hard to breathe but i conviced myself it was just my asthma playing
up, i got into bed n tried to get some sleep but next thing i knew i was
pinned to the bed it went freezing cold and i mean freezing cold fred,
fred appeared i was let loose by what ever it was that had me n i ran out
of the bedroom, then this sound i cant describe it echoed round the house
by this time i was in the living room, left the house and never went back
but the strange thing is that 3hrs had passed in the time it only seemed
ike seconds, the next day caz asked why i left in a rush, i told her i
didnt want to talk about it but the funny thing is it took fred 6months
to turn back up again after and also caz sold the house less than 2 months
after but refused to tell me why, you r the first people i have told this
to i dont mind the visitors i get but that was pure evil i think i dont
what wouldve happened if fred hadnt turned up
My grandad and uncle philip were working in devon u.k cutting down
when it got late and they retired to there bed in a bungalow like hut in
which they were using for the duration of their stay. The reflection of the
moon was not shining on the opposite side of the wall to the window as it
should have. The reflection was shining on the wall next to the window which
wasn't normal.they stayed there and worked the next day. The night time came
and they went back to their hut,as they were trying to sleep they heard a
weird noise like dragging and stomping,philip wanted to sleep in the van but
grandad said "you'll be out there on your own". Philip decided to stay in
doors but then the hut was pouted with stones but when grandad went to check
the noise was still there but there was no sign of any one.He went back in to
the hut. He decided to try and sleep,the next day grandad decided to check in
the hut why the light had been reflecting on the wrong wall. He saw there was
a block taken out of that part of the wall where the light had been shining
there was a spirit traped in that part of the wall which was trying to scare
Drake stagecoach motel
Freedom township, Portage county, OH
When I was 18, I rented a house from my uncle for a few months.
It was good
for both of us, as he needed someone to keep an eye on the house, and I
needed a cheap place to live. It was an old farmhouse, he had bought from
my grandmother shortly after my grandfather had passed away. The house was
in the historical society, being built in the late 1830's as a stage coach
motel in the middle of freedom township in Portage county, Ohio. The
original builder was William Drake, who had owned most of freedom township
at the time. The house was very large, around 6000 square feet, and It had
grey, weathered wooden siding on it, and a slate roof. A large barn, in the
same condition as the house was on the 57 acres of land occupied by the
home. When I moved in I stayed on the side of the house that was somewhat
remodeled to make it liveable. I locked off half of the house to conserve
heat, since the house wasnít insulated. I didnít have much, and brought all
my belongings, which basically consisted a foldout couch, a chair, a desk,
television and my cat on the first day I could live there. The first night
went smooth, enjoying the peacefulness only having your own home can
provide. When I arrived home on the second night from my 2nd shift job, I
noticed that my cat had went to the bathroom under my desk. I figured that
it wasnít used to its new surroundings, and left it at that. Later just as
I was about to fall asleep, I heard a loud SLAM! Not knowing what I had
heard, and probably being braver than I should have been, I grabbed my
aluminum bat, and my six cell maglight and went through the entire house.
My cat was with me, so it couldnít have knocked anything over, so my only
thought was my drunken uncle was messing with me. So, I went to bed,
pulling the covers over my head and rolling in them, to the point I looked
like a large pig in a blanket. I was terrified. I never said anything,
and started cleaning up the ten years of accumulation of old junk,
newspapers, paint cans, and everything else you could imagine from upstairs
to finish building the walls in my to-be bedroom. After a few days, all
that was left upstairs was an old chair that belonged to my great
grandfather, who had died in the house. I left it there because it was very
old, and my family wanted to keep it.
SLAM! Iím awakened again. I go through the house, maglight in one hand,
my bat in another. Nothing. For about three weeks this went on, meanwhile,
I had noticed my cat has been acting weird. Its been under my desk every
time I came home, so I checked to see whatís under there. I seen that it
had been using the area under my desk as a litter box, so I put the pan
under the desk, along with its food and water. I asked my parents what
could be going on. My father said that since the house was built so long
ago, that maybe the dowel pins that hold the roof beams in place are coming
out, and I asked my mother to see if my uncle was messing with me, but he
wasnít. I had my father check the pins, and they were all good and in
place. The next night was a Saturday, and I got out of work at 5:00 PM.
When I come home I sat down on the couch, and my cat came to me. It was
always affectionate when I came home, so when I pet the cat, I noticed it
had pissed itself, and had it all over is backside and belly. SLAM! This
time I was wide awake, and it sounded like the noise came from directly
above the kitchen, which was in the spare room. The cat jumped off my desk
and ran into the kitchen. I grabbed my bat and maglight, and went right
upstairs, to finally confront this. When I got to the top of the stairs I
looked into the room, and all I seen was my great grandfathers chair. The
hair stood up on my neck, and I was terrified as I ran down the stairs,
locking the door behind me as I made it to the bottom. Whereís my cat? I
ran into the kitchen, which adjoined the living room, and my cat was running
in a circle looking up at the ceiling, hissing, and screaming; about where
the chair had sat. My heart was pounding in my chest, adrenaline running
through my veins. I ran out to may car and got in, not even taking the time
to close the door. I left my cat inside. I sat there for about thirty
seconds. What am I doing? I ran in, grabbed my cat and ran out the door,
slamming it as if something were going to come out and attack me. I went
back the next day, but I never brought my cat back. I got rid of the chair,
and never heard the sound again.
My uncle ended up selling the house, making the buyer sign a paper that the
house will be destroyed, and never assembled again. Iím curious as to what
happened to him.
is me again but im gonna tell u something that actually happen to me well i got 2 things but im gonna tell u one when i was 7 or 8 i was in a apartment of my uncle so we were playing an we went to a contruction house when something shouted or ruff to my cousing we were playing uhhh robbers and cops so he told me that he heard something well i went check it out and something shouted like a dog but then out of nowhere from the second floor of an appartment without stairs trought me newspaper i run then i ask the next mourning and the people told me that somebody had die there and his spirit is there
I've never sent a story before, but after having read so many that sound so familiar I thought I would. Maybe I've found people who won't laugh at me. My earliest 'experience' was of seeing two people coming down the stairs of the farmhouse where I grew up. I was in our dining room playing with my brother when I looked up and saw them. There was a man and a woman. They looked like they were looking over the house and I remember the woman looking pleased at what she saw. Then, she looked up and 'noticed' me. She touched the man's arm to show him, and that's when I went screaming for my mother. Of course by the time she arrived they had vanished. My brother has no recollection of this (or so he says). We had the usual disappearing belongings, most of which never turned up again. Also, I always had the feeling of never being alone in the house. I would say the most notable episodes were when I woke up in the middle of the night needing to use the bathroom and heard an eerie groaning downstairs. Needless to say I didn't go down. Other times I would go into my bedroom and turn on the lights only to find they would'nt work or turn on to dim out slowly. I would yell for my dad , but by the time he would get there the lights would be normal again. Most memoable to is the time I woke up in the morning, just lying there lazily like people do, when I noticed something that looked like a knife blade suddenly appear beside my head on the right side of my bed and ,with a sawing motion, 'cut' its way around to the left side, disappearing again. I waited a few moments before I ran downstairs to tell my dad, but of course, he did'nt believe me. Weird thing is, I have now been disowned by my family. Was this a premonition of being 'cut out?'
At My Grandma`s I saw a little girl.She
Had looked Like She was 7,and
Had Curly Blond Hair Sort Of Like Me.She Was Wearing A Pink and White
dress,and Looked pretty Happpy in the sunlight. Everywhere she went the sun
would follow, Like An Angel From Heven, Like God Sent Her On An Important
Misson.But Then, her eyes got crazy,and she frowed, NOT all giggly like she
was before. She started to run,like somthing was chasing her. But as I
stood up to find out what,she vanished.
And still to this day I wonder who or WHAT she had been running from.
This is a true story! Around 1993 my wife and two children lived in Lodi ,Ohio.Yes we lived in a farm house and it was old of course.The farm its self has about six old homes on its land .Well one day my son 'Cody and I, were in the dinning room of the house adout 1:00 afternoon when I' heard whistling I ask 'Cody did you hear that he said yes dad, we look outside the windows no one was there.I thought it was my father-in-law who whistled all the time but he was no where around that day.When my wife "loretta" returned home that night I ask her do you ever hear whistling ,she said don't start that kind of stuff because she would be there by her self from 4:30am till Icame home from work.So I let it go at that then one moring about 3:00 am I was awoke by that same erie in the distance whistle I got out of bed and went to look for it but all I found was just that hair on the back of my neck going down the stairsfeeling.My wife she never heard it, a month later I was getting ready for work and i was in the bathroom 4:oo am my wife was up packing my lunch while iwas in the bathroom I heard that eriie whistling I thought not agin but my surprise my wife say's outloud 'Bernie' is that you whistling and i said nope not me well she about broke down the dand bathroom door to get .A nd after that I never heard it again. But we now live in Mansfield ,Oh and this old house we think has a ghost or two. My son, Cody has seen a figure on his bed upstairs and swears she told him she used to live here.And that she died of cancer years ago that kind of scared him but he still sleeps up there and he said a figure of a man looked at him why he laid on are bed down stairs one night watching TV it looked in the door at him .My wife has seen things too and so has my son 'Luke in the corner of are room he saw a dark figure and one night he saw are blankets moving up and down and no one in them .my daughter has seen a shadow in the bathroom inthe mirror behind her plus are dog shakepeare act kind of funny sometimes here. Igeuss i could go on anon but I won't. Thanks for your time these are true stories.
My name is Rodney and I have been a police officer in a small Ohio
village for over 18 years and have a story I would like to tell:
In 1996 my wife and family and I lived in a small older model mobile home in a three trailer court. My neighbor and I have been friends for several years ( over 30 ) and he lived at that time in a similar style mobile home. His mother passed on in 1988 suddenly and his father passed four months later exactly to the day. Now as I stated, in 1996 we were living in the adjacent mobile home. We started having severe electrical problems finally culminating in the entire mobile home having to be re-wired. It was early summer, which meant that it was starting to get hot and muggy if you're familiar with Ohio summers. In the process of changing out the wire in the trailer we had to replace several pieces of paneling. One hot afternoon, my friend Kenny, also an officer with our department was working a table saw cutting paneling while my other friend John, also an officer with our department was doing some wiring inside the mobile home. Once Kenny turned off the saw, he and I and my wife heard a loud " whoosh " sound followed by a louder bang. Now mind you these mobile homes were separated by about 10 to 12 feet lined up end to end. I said to Kenny what is that and he advised that he did not know. It was at this time my wife Sheri advised that it was in the back of our neighbors trailer. It was at this time that Kenny and I looked and the curtains in the rear of the next mobile home were just flying all over the place as though there were a fan on them. We ( Kenny and I ) hollered for John and he came out as well. We all three ran to the rear window of the mobile home ( which was the master bedroom ) and looked up into the window to see the doorway entrance to the bedroom from the hallway slamming back and forth causing the air movement to make the curtains move. Now I knew that my friend was at work and so was his new wife and their cars were both gone as well. It was at this time we all decided that there must be someone in the residence and as cops do, grabbed our guns and proceeded to surround the home. All the while this door slamming was still going on. I headed for the front entrance and Kenny went to the back entrance while John kept watch in the window trying to see anyone that might be causing the incident to continue. I tried to open the front door and it was locked. I yelled to Kenny advising him the front door was secure and he advised me the same for the back door. At this time John yelled " It Stopped " and we then ran back to the window only to see curtains. the drapes now obscured the view enough that you could no longer see in the room. The windows in these early seventies trailers are three and four paneled and no one but a child could possibly fit through them and a small one at that. They had cats, but we ruled them out and also ruled out his central air as I had never seen it cause this type of disturbance before. Needless to say we decided to quit work for the day and closed down our operation.
Later that day, around five or so my neighbors wife came home and pulled into their driveway. I caught her and advised her that we thought that someone had been in their trailer earlier at which point she cut me off with a " WHY! " I then proceeded to tell her of the days events and she then advised me that she was not going back into the trailer. I said that it will be OK, just let me look around inside and check it out...She handed me the keys and said " check it out, I'm not F------ staying here. She then proceeded to run back to her vehicle and left me standing on the porch. I said wait just a minute which she relented and did. I then opened the door and their cats came barreling out of the door. I went to the living room area and all appeared fine. I then worked my way down the hall and went toward the master bedroom. the door was open, and to my surprise had a wedge under the door to keep it open, and it was wedged tightly. By this time I'm having internal arguments about what and why I saw what I saw. Anyway, I spoke to my neighbors wife and told her it was all clear. She advised me she did not care and was not staying there. She said that she would contact her husband from her mothers house and then follow him home when he got off work. She then backed out of their driveway and left me in a cloud of dust, standing their with the house keys and an open house. I then proceeded to lock their home and returned to my own residence.
Around 12:30 that same evening my neighbors came to my home and he asked me what had happened. I told him and then asked him why his wife was so afraid to stay there as we are just next door. He then advised that they had been having " problems " with the trailer for some time. I said problems? and he then advised that they had been seeing things, hearing things and that the cats had been acting crazy. He never said the magic word " Ghosts " as he knew I would be skeptical and he even was somewhat skeptical even though he experienced it himself. After this incident I am less skeptical than I used to be. We can not explain what happened over there that day and we were all experienced, well trained police officers and all still are today. We don't know what happened, but we are more open minded about this type of phenomenon and my neighbor related other stories to me which made me " goosebumpy " and I have had at least one other minor experience myself.
Hi my name is amber and i have had many ghostly encounters. I have
three that stand out.
The house that i live in now(in Plano TX) in the small bedroom there have been many happenings. It used to be my sisters room, but she wouldnt sleep in there or even go into the room without the light on. I traded rooms with her and found out why she didnt like it. the first night i woke up to a little girls giggling. I hear scratching on the walls all the time and if the lights go off the furniture gets moves and books and stuffed animals stacked in weird ways. the first night i had my tv in there(unplugged) the tv turned on and a little girl appeared, laughed and disappeared. the closet door will never open, and when it does a cold rush of air blows out. I havent had many problems since we turned on the light in the closet, but i do occasionally wake up to her laughter and her playing with dolls and stuffed animals.
In oklahoma on lake murray, we stayed in a cabin where we had our own dock to the water. one night about ten of us decided to go out on jet skiis in the pitch dark. half way out i began to see ghosts float out and hover above the water. i finally convinced my friends to go back to the dock. once at the dock we all sat in camping chairs talking. half were faced toward the water and half were faced away from the water. i had been faced toward the water, and the ghosts continued to hover over the water. we all continued talking when a boy floated up behind the person in front of me. i told him to get up and walk toward me. he hesitated and the boy lifted his arm. then i screamed at my friend to get up. as he did, the boy knocked over his chair into the water. of course every one got up and ran, but still anytime i visit lake murray at night, the ghosts sill hover the water.
Finally, the first house we moved into(plano again) was a few houses away from the Bowman cemetary. The land had been a plantation, and it was said that where the slaves fell they stayed...meaning they werent buried unless they were important. within that house, mirrors broke, initials showed up on the mirrors in the bathroom and many ghosts were seen. we had a long hallway that branched off into our rooms, but the end of the hallway was a short wall. anytime i would turn to walk down the hallway i would see one of four ghosts. there was a chained slave, a woman with a big fruit hat, and older man with a beard, and the one i saw the most was thirteen year old timothy. he appeard many times at the end of the hall, and i would wake up in the middle of the night and he would be standing at the end of my bed staring at me. After showers in the foggy mirrors there would be his initials above mine in a heart. i finally went to the cemetary and looked at the tombstones. i found out that his name was timothy and he was 13 when he died. i never found out what had happened to him, but when i drive by there he is always outside waving at me.
I grew up in the Ironton/Pilot Knob area and there are a lot of strange
occurrences that happened to me and my family. As you know, the
Ironton/Pilot Knob area is famous for the Civil War Battle of Pilot Knob at
Fort Davidson. I grew up in Ironton about a half mile from the battlefield
as we know it.
Our house was new but it did not take long for strange things to start.
While we were moving into the house, my older sister (who was alone in the
house) was in her room unpacking when she heard footsteps (on carpet no
less) and a misty gray figure walk down the hall and dissipate into a wall.
She was freaked out and left the house.
My whole families first experience was an awakening for all. My sister had
come home from a date about 12:00. I was awake, reading in my room, and
heard the front door open, she went into her room then into the bathroom (my
room was next to the bathroom). After leaving the bathroom, she went back to
her room and closed the door. About two minutes later, we All heard a crash
in the front of the house. We all got up and walked into the living and my
mother noticed that her 2 foot tall Beer Stein was missing. It sat on
table, alone, in the corner next to the dinning wall. My Mom walked around
the corner and the stein was smashed on the dinning room floor. It freaked
us all out.
My first experience, I was alone in the sister's room, stealing her clothes
while she was out of the house, when I saw the gray figure walk down the
hall and walk into the wall.
After my sister got married and moved out, I moved into her room because
mine always cheeped me out. It was after a church service and I had a
friend over, we were listing to music and talking when we heard HEAVY
footsteps coming up the stairs. My Dad was do back soon, so I stuck my head
out and said "Dad, is that you?" No one answered but I thought nothing of
it because my dad is hard of hearing. A few minutes later, we heard the
garage door open, HEAVY footsteps on the steps and the TV turn on. Dad was
home. My friend was so shaken up buy what had happened, she want to go home
immediately and never came over again.
A lot of stuff happened in that house and there is not enough time in the
day to explain everything but the freakiest thing that ever happened to me
was in an old Episcopal church that dates from the Civil War era.
My grandmother lived across the street from the church and living in a very
small town the church was left open day and night. When my sister and I
were little spending the night a Granny's, we would here the church bell
ring in a strange sequence in the middle of the night. One night it seemed
to go on forever and even woke up Granny. So we all put to out robes and
went across the street to the church--their was no one there and if there
were, we would have seen them run away. Granny went to the pastor of the
church and told him about the bells, he dismissed it but other neighbors
complained too. The pastor gave Granny a key and asked her to lock up the
church at 8:00 pm every evening. So she did, every night except when she
was out of town then the responsibility went to me since I was old enough to
I was eighteen and my parents had taken Granny to my Aunt's house in
Arkansas, so I on my own. I had been at a party that night but while I was
driving home I realized that I had not locked up the church. So I drove
over there and was walking up to lock the doors when I heard noises coming
from inside. So, I walked in the Fourier and turned on the lights, poked my
head in and no one was there from what I could see. I walked in and walking
toward the alter it got very cold ( it was a hot summer night in August).
Suddenly a deep voice said "Get out of hear NOW!" and something from the
alter fell to the floor. I ran out so fast the I left the lights on and
didn't lock the door. I went back the next morning and all seemed fine.
When Granny was out of town from then on I locked the doors a 5:00 pm and
never went there after dark.
The whole area is haunted. My sister lives in a house that they built,
which is a stones throw from the battlefield and there is some weird stuff
that happens there too.
If you want a good scare, the former convent school, Ursiline Academy is now
a bed-no-breakfast & antiques mall. I went to nursery school there. That
place freaked me out then and last year when I was down there, my friend and
I went to antiques section and it still freaks me out.
Hi my name is raven.
My ghost story takes place at my old house. Remember this is real!
It all started when i was getting readdy for school early one morning.
I was putting my hair up and all of a sudden somethig started calling my name, i have no
brothers or sisters and my mom was at the gym. So then i started to panic. So i looked out
of the window and saw no one. So after that i thought nothing of it. Well all of a sudden something
grabbed me by my hair and pulled me back. I was freaked i paniced once more and and looked around the room and found myself all alone. Later that day it finally hit me that it was prbobly a
ghost. this was not the only experience that i have had.!!!
The second was at my grandma's house when we still had the dog. Her name was Samantha
and she was very old . We were watchingt.v. and my grandma and i looked over and we both saw it.
it was a dog that looked the very same as samantha. then my grandma said Sam wants to go outside
then i looked over in the other room and there was the real samantha lying on the floor i looked back and the other dog was gone then she said are you gonna let her out and i said grandma sam is laying in the dining room we were both positive of what we saw and kind of scared. I have one more encounter.
This encounter is at where i live now. The first summer i moved here it was very creepy. esspscialy in my room it always felt as if there was someone else in the room with me. The doors would rattle and it would get very cold and weird. really quiet, to quiet. I have only lived here for almost a year. And i am not sure if i am readdy for another creepy summer.
Ok, hey this is my story its pretty scary so be ready. This
real it happened when I was 12 years old. I was lying in bed with my
mom in the same room, and I heard some foot steps downstairs. First
before that I heard the door open from the outside inside, and I thought
it was a bugular. I laided in my bed, and whispered to my mom,"oh my
god, mom waht is that?" She didn't say anything but I knew she was
asleep, because she wasn't snoring. I was scared so being 13 I pulled
my blankets over my head. Then I heard footsteps coming up the stairs,
and I started crying very softly. Then someone walked in the same room
I was in, I peeked over and saw nothing but heard the footsteps. My mom
gasped as something grabbed her arm, and then left after walking over to
my side of my bed and staring at me. I was so afarid, and just wanted
to die! After that me and my mom talked to eachother, and decided that
it wasn;t anyhting evil, it was my dad that died from a car crash 2
weeks ago. So we had been living in a one room apartment. I was so
glad he came to see us, but can you belive this happened?
WELL I HAVE BEEN READING YOUR SITE FOR SOMETIME NOW. AND THOUGHT
I WOULD ADD MY STORIE. ITS LONG SO PLEASE BARE WITH ME.......... WHEN I
WAS 15 I WAS NOTHING BUT I TROUBLE MAKER AND I GOT SENT OFF WELL ME AND
THIS GIRL RAN AWAY AND WE ENDED UP AT THIS GUYS HOUSE WELL THE COPS GOT
HER BUT DIDNT GET ME. SO I WAS AT THIS GUYS HOUSE, AND I FELT COMPLEED
TO TELL HIM A STORY OF WHEN I WAS 3YERS OLD I WAS IN THE BATHTUB AND I
WAS MAKEING FUN OF THE DEVIL. WELL WHEN I GOT OUT THERE WAS A FACE COMEING
IN THE WINDOW AND I ASKED IF IT WAS MY ANGEL IT GOT CLOSER THEN I RELISED
IT WAS A SKULL AND HAD LIKE FLAMING HAIR I TOLD IT TO GO AWAY WELL IT DID.SO
I TOLD THIS GUY THAT AND HE SAID IT WAS A MY DEMON ANGEL AND WHEN WE ARE
ALL BORN WE HAVE A GOOD ANGEL AND A BAD ANGEL. AND MIRROS WERE A GATE WAY
TO HELL AND ALL KINDS OF STUFF. WELL I DIDNT BELIVE HIM SO HE TOLD ME TO
LOOK IN HIS EYES I DID RIGHT THEN SOMETHING HOT WENT THREW MY HEAD WELL
THAT CONVICEND ME. THE NEXT DAY I LEFT. THEN I WENT TO THIS OTHER
GUYS HOUSE AND WHEN I WOULD BE HALFWAY ASLEEP OR A WAKE I CAN A PRESURE
COME OVER ME I CANT MOVE I CAN KINDOF OPEN MY EYES THATS IT. AFTER A WHILE
I WOULD SAY THE LORDS PRAYER.THEN ONE DAY I SAID IT AND IY WAS LIKE SOMETHING
IN MY HEAD SAID HES NOT LISTENING TO YOU. I SAID YES HE IS IT LEFT AND
HAS NOT CAME BACK YET.....
In February of 1976 a friend of mine (Vicki) was murdered just 3
weeks before reaching her 21st birthday. I was 18 at the time and
this was the first time I had lost someone that I was especially fond of.
Her death had an amazing impact on me and for the remainder of 1976 I tried
to escape the grief through drugs and alchohol. Several times throughout
the year I would visit her unmarked grave for a few minutes to reminise
about old times. One day in February of 1977 ( a year had passed
since her death), a friend of mine had spent the day with me and we had
three different encounters of Vicki's family and friends. It seemed kinda
strage to run into all of these people when I had not seen them since the
funeral. Later that evening I asked my friend if he would go with
me the next day to the cemetery to see if Vicki's head stone had been placed.
I wanted to find out what day her birthday was on so I could bring her
some flowers. My friend said he would go with me. I dropped him off
at his house and told him I would pick him up the next morning. I
got home and got ready for bed. When I turned my light off in my room and
climbed into my bed, I lay there for about two minutes facing my bedroom
wall. I then turned over to face my bedroom door and that it when
I had this remarkable experience. Over in the corner of my bedroom, Vicki
appeared to me. She was not floor level, but her head was close to the
ceiling as if she was floating. She was all in white and there didn't seem
to be any feet, just a dissapating mist. On each side of her was a slanted
column (like you would see on the front of a southern style antebellum
home). She (and the columns) were glowing and she was smiling the most
radiant and joyous smile. I sat up in bed and called her name. This image
only lasted for about 20 or 30 seconds. I have never understood the significance
of the "columns". She never spoke to me. But the second that her image
vanished, all the grief I had carried for over a year vanished with her
and I was able to finally accept her death and know that she was extreemly
happy in her new life. The next morning I picked up my friend and went
to the cemetery. Her headstone was down and her birthday was the next day!
I ordered some flowers and went back the next morning and placed them on
her grave. Several times after this incident I would concentrate on her
and hope that she would re-appear to me, but she never has. I truly believe
that her only purpose to appear to me was to let me know she was o.k. and
that I should get on with life.
I did not share this story with anyone for a long time because of the obvious. I figured they would say I was seeing things. I know it was real and that is all that matters. I have since worked in the funeral business and have found out through some of the families that I have dealt with that these things happen a lot more often than most people realize.
I live in Michigan in a nice house. I'm not sure how old it is. I don't think it's more than 60 or 70 years old though. Anyway, I'm 19 now. We moved into this house when I was 12. I've always been interested in ghosts and things like that. I kind of like the scared feeling I guess. I believe that there is a man in our house. He isn't mean or scary or anything like that. Before we ever "saw" anything, we noticed things. At one point we had a very large entertainment center, and everything was connected behind it. The only way to unplug anything was to have 2 people move the stand. One day my Mom and I were watching TV when it turned off by itself. I grabbed the remote and tried to turn it back on, but I couldn't. I tried turning on the radio, and the VCR. They wouldn't turn on either. My Mom and I carefully moved the stand and when we looked behind it, we saw that everything had been disconnected from the power strip. It kind of freaked us out because we had just been watching TV. After that we started seeing things. Our living room and dining room are connected, and there's a doorway that leads to the kitchen from the dining room. We installed a door there, but it's only half a door, so you can still see over the top of it. From almost every spot in our living room you can see into the kitchen. When we would see things it would be a hazy black shape moving from the basement/back door area through the kitchen to the upstairs. Nobody ever denies what they see when they come to our house. Too many people have seen him to deny it. I used to be afraid, until one night I had a dream about an old man. He was tall, pale and had white hair just above his shoulders. He didn't talk to me or anything like that. He was just there. I had been sleeping on the couch that night and in my dream it was as if I was awake and seeing him there. Something told me not to be afraid of him. He seemed more like he was watching out for us after we acknowledged him. When my little brothers were 3 and a few months old we realized that he made himself known to them too. My 3 year old brother came down stairs carrying the baby. When we asked him what he was doing he said, " The baby was crying, so the man upstairs got him out for me." Meaning out of the crib. There was no way that my 3 year old brother could have gotten the baby out alone. We always see him walking through the kitchen during the day. And when he's around you can feel his presence. I used to have a room on the second floor. Whenever I would leave I locked the door with a skeleton key. It was always loud. One night my Mom's husband got out of bed and asked us why we had came home and left again at such a late hour. We asked him what he meant. He said an hour before he heard what he thought was me turn on the light, run up the stairs, unlock my door and move around in my room. Then he heard "me" go out, close the door, lock it again, go back down the stairs, and turn off the light. It wasn't me though because I had just gotten home. After that my mom's husband got scared and asked his sister in Mexico to send some holy water. He sprayed it around the house and did his thing. For a long time we didn't see the man. Then one day I felt him again. I think this was around the time that I found out I was pregnant. I think that's why he came back. I'm 8 1/2 months now. I'm not worried that he'll hurt my baby, I believe he's here to watch out for her. He still "watches over" my littlest brother. I find my brother talking to and playing with his "friend" a lot. My brother says his friend is an old man, but he's nice to him. Recently a few of my family members were here and we started talking about ghosts. You could feel him in the room with us. My Mom, my Grandpa, and I all gave the same description of him that day. None of us had ever told anybody that we could describe him. To others he still appears as the hazy black shape. I feel kind of special that he revealed himself to me first in my dream. My Mom used to work with a man who knew the original owners of the house. He said that something sad had happened here a long time ago, but he wouldn't go into detail because he didn't want us to worry. Then he told her not to worry because the man that lives here with us was a good man in life. I wanted to ask him about it, but by the time my Mom told us what he said, he had already died. Lately, I've been seeing black circular things floating for a split second then they disappear. I've also seen white things. I don't know what they are but they are so bright they resemble white/silver glitter while light is shown on it. They too also disappear after a second. It only occurs in the living room. I'm not really sure why I seem to be the one who sees and feels most of the things here. But it's like that where ever I go. Sometimes I get such bad vibes and uneasy feelings from other people's houses that I cannot go back anymore. When I tell people that they have a guest in their house they think I'm joking, until they come to mine.
Any comments are welcome.
One night I was sitting down in my living room watching TV. I was getting ready to go up to my bed room so I could go to bed. I turned around and saw a beautiful bride walking up the stairs holding the bible. She was not harming me and I did not think much about it so I went to sleep. A few months later I was going in the kitchen to make dinner an d I saw a little boy looking up at me. All of a sudden he disappeared. I have not had any more problems with these ghosts lately, but now every Friday the thirteenth there are little black figures crawling on the floor!
I used to live in Groton, NY and wierd things happened a lot that me or my mother couldnt explain. When we first moved in i was downstairs wathing tv and my mom was in the upstairs hallway hanging up pictures. She didnt want to tell me at the time because she didnt want to scare me. After we moved out she told me that when she was hanging the pictures up the hall light kept going off so she would go over and turn it back on and it would turn off again. It wasnt just the power because my mom saw the light switch move on and off. Another time we experienced this type of thing was when i was in the bathroom getting into the shower i heard my gramma yell my moms name...... at 6:00 in the morning! so i put a towel around me and went downstairs and asked my mom if gramma was just here. my mom goes "You heard it to?" and my gramma wasnt even at our house. Also when i lived there i slept in my moms room and i always had a polar bear stuffed animal on a chair next to my side of the bed. When me and my mom went up to bed that night we couldnt find it. Then about 10 minutes later my mom found it on the other side of the room shoved behind a box! I think thats pretty scary!!!!!!!!
My House On Arlington St.
My house is hauted by a little boy, his mother and a friend.Well
it all started when one day I was looking for something in my closet and
something told me to look to my left and threre was a little boy sitting
there and he waved at me, another time was when me and my siblings we're
going to sleep in the basement and my dad sleeps on the couch but from
the basement you can hear when someone gets on or off of the couch and
no one got off the couch. Some one was walking from the hall and up to
the basement door and when they got there they would turn the lights on
and off very rapidly. In the basement again. I was sleeping down there
and it was only me and my dad there plus I was sleeping down there because
it was a hot night and all the lights were off and the windows were covered
with pillows because of a perverted next door neighbor. But anyways I saw
two people fighting then I saw a person getting stabbed and then I saw
orbs flying around and then something touched my leg.
Well there's alot more stories but I can't tell all of them.
Before I get into my story, I really enjoy this website. This
is a great website to see and read others experiences in the supernatural.
I myself has been a fan of the supernatural. I had a couple of experiences
during my childhood that I would love to share. My first that I can
remember happened in Dec 89. It was the day we buried my grandmother.
I was really close to my granny. I didn't take the death real hard
but it was still a toll on me. Anyway, after the reception at the church;
my sister and I went back to my granny's house to get some rest.
We had a house full of people that were staying over. Now my granny
house is a 1 bedroom house. The very front of the house is the living
room with a old coal heater that use to heat up the house. Well this
is important that you understand the house dimensions. Now it was
about 9 ro 10pm and my sister got real stuffy in the living room for some
reason so I told her to go in the back room so she can breathe a little
better. So this left me in the Living room by myself. Being
bored and wide awake we had a kerosene heater in the middle of the floor
and I started making hand puppets with my shadow. Well I looked over
to the corner of my eye and I saw a shadow come from behind the old coal
heater. Usually if it gets real cold in the house, you can sit behind
the heater and warm up. It was nothing uncommon to see family members
get behind the old heater but this particular night the heater wasn't turned
on. Well being that I come from a comical family I started calling
out the names of all that was in the house. But when I waited for
a response no answered. I started to freak out by this point because
the shadow was still behind that heater. So I got enough courage
to look fully of the shadow and it was the split image of my grandmother.
I pulled the covers over my head and went to sleep. The next morning
I told everyone what happen and of course nobody believed me. The
next one was my Uncle Buddy. Uncle Buddy lived right next door to
my granny's house. He had a very big house and I always spent time
over the house just to get away from my parents and cousins. Uncle
Buddy always enjoyed my company and was a kind man. Well he had passed
in 85. Well I was in my granny kitchen one night fixing me a glass
of water, and I looked out the window across to Uncle Buddy's house.
Now the way the house is position there are 3 big windows. One on
the 3rd floor and 2 on the 2nd floor. At night, the light from the
street light would illuminate the windows. Well I was fixing my water
and I looked at Uncle Buddy's 3rd floor window and noticed something was
looking back at me. As I looked closer it was the face of my Uncle
Buddy. I ran out the kitchen and told my mom and dad what happened.
Of course they blow it off until a couple of years later after my granny's
death one of my Aunt's had seen his face in the window to. They boarded
up all the windows to this day and I haven't heard anything about more
sightings. I got more stories. I'll definitely have to write
some more. Thanks for reading
My Dad's Visit
Ok, hey this is my story its pretty scary so be ready. This
real it happened when I was 12 years old. I was lying in bed with my
mom in the same room, and I heard some foot steps downstairs. First
before that I heard the door open from the outside inside, and I thought
it was a bugular. I laided in my bed, and whispered to my mom,"oh my
god, mom waht is that?" She didn't say anything but I knew she was
asleep, because she wasn't snoring. I was scared so being 13 I pulled
my blankets over my head. Then I heard footsteps coming up the stairs,
and I started crying very softly. Then someone walked in the same room
I was in, I peeked over and saw nothing but heard the footsteps. My mom
gasped as something grabbed her arm, and then left after walking over to
my side of my bed and staring at me. I was so afarid, and just wanted
to die! After that me and my mom talked to eachother, and decided that
it wasn;t anyhting evil, it was my dad that died from a car crash 2
weeks ago. So we had been living in a one room apartment. I was so
glad he came to see us, but can you belive this happened?
i had an experience when i was about 18 or 19. i was living w/ a boyfriend in texas at the time. we were both sleeping & for some reason i woke suddenly. what i seen scared me. i seen a man standing right next to my side of the bed, he was dressed in a dark raincoat & hat & i thought i must have been dreaming; so i closed my eyes, when i reopened them, he was still there. i let out a blood curdling yell! my boyfriend made fun of me the next day, but i was still scared. i have no idea who or what it was, but i know i saw something. i do see fragments of people & things to this day, but never as clear as that.
Okay here goes......My house is situated on top of an old army base
and is right next to an old train station.We are the first people to live
in this house as it is quite new.
Often at night me and my sister (we share a bedroom) see a middle aged man stood by our bedroom door, the first time we saw him i thought he was my dad because all I could see was his siloutte, he was quite a well built man. I called out to him and he walked right over to me bed and stared at me,as I got a closer look I realised he wasn't my dad and I screamed, the figure dissapeard at that point. I see him quite a lot and since he has never threatened me I am no longer scared of him, I even say hello to him when he arrives (usually at about 12:30 at night)
I also have seen a young girl sat on my windowsill in my bedroom. She was dressed in a flowery early 1900's style dress, she had dark hair which was in ringletts. She was holding a doll which was dressed just as she was. When I saw her she just sat and swung he legs from side to side before fading away.
As mentioned before I live near an old train station. In the early 1900's two trais collided and everyone onboard died (or so i've been told). One night when I was four year old, I heard what sounded like screams followed by a loud bang. Me and my sister looked out of the widow and what we saw was the result of a horrific train crash. We called our parents who ran to the window, My mother immediatly called 999, but soon after she put the phone down the trains had gone and nothing was left. We weren't the only family who had witnessed this.Many of our neighbours had too. The same thing happened the next year and the next and has happened for the past 10 years, we are expecting it will happen again this year on April 3, the same night as every other year.
My great nan recently died and her ashes are behind one og the chairs in our living room. I believe that my nan's spirit walks around the hallway just outside of our living room. I believe this because everynight my dog lies near the door and looks fairly allarmed. Her eyes then move from side to side as if she is following someone or something with her eyes. At first this freaked me out but now i'm used to it.
My friend Louise lives in a big farmhouse which is ontop of farmland which used to be owned by Lady Whyndam (there is an amazing story behind who she is). Anyway I used to stay at her house quite often and would usually see a ghost (there are about 4 ghosts me, Louise, her mum and her step dad have all seen them)
One day me and Louise were sat in the main living room which has a huge window right opposite the sofa. Louise got up and went to the toilett leaving me alone for some reason I started to stare out of the window when an old man appeared, he looked about 70, He was wearing a short sleeved red and white checkered shirt, and creamy coloured shorts, he was aslo holding a spade. At first I thaught it was Louises granddad (grampy), so I asked Louises mum(lynn) if they were expecting him and she said no. So I thaught I must've been seing things and went back to sit down, but when I got there I looked out of the window and the old man appeared again, so I ran out into the kitchen where lynn was. I looked out of the kitchen window and the man was there again.Lynn asked what was wrong but I continued to stare at the old man, Lynn turned to look at what I was looking at and she saw him too! She told me not to panick because ghosts can't hurt you. Soon the man dissapeared again. I hardly saw him after that.
There was another incident at Louises house which i'm going to tell you about because I find it quite funny personally. Well I was staying at Lou's and it was just me and her alone in her house in the middle of knowhere. We had juet finnished our tea and we were washing up, (right abouve the sink is the kitchen window). Lousie has (well had as they all died recently ) four geese. As we were washing we heard the gesse running around the garden, we looked up to see what was happening to see what looked like a vicking chasing the gesse around the garden!
Over the years (and i am only 15) I have seen a total of 7 ghosts, and felt the presence of many more, I have become used to them and am no longer scared of ghosts. It's not the dead that hurt you.....it's the living.
One day, i was staying round my dads house while my house was having
an exstension on it. First off, the whole family was in the living room
and then my stepmum stood up, then a speaker came flying off the wall to
her head, luckily she was not hurt. There was no explenation why this had
happend- we just thought that there was a very angry sprit in the house
today. My father said next time it happens, he would call a preist in to
get it blessed. Later that night, the family sat down to wacth T.V, after
my programme had finished I decided to go to bed. I stood up and began
walking out, when two of theese lids, which was on the radiator, both flipped
off at the same time, I was so scared that night- I hardly got any sleep.
Antheor night there I was awake trying to get to sleep, when all the sudden
my door opend, I was excepting my dogs to come in, because thats what they
usally do at night- but they didnt, I got so scared that I jumped out of
bed ran downstairs, and sat on the sofa. And my two dogs were laying peacefully
on the floor. The next morning I told my dad about the incident. He called
the preist in to bless the house. Nothing happend since then. But 4 weeks
later my grandfather died. So I decided to stay round my dads to give him
comfort, and my nan, one night, the day before the funeral, my nan awoke
finding the sheets thrown on the floor from her bed, and the cover off
her wheelchair on the floor. My dad told me it was probaly my grandfather
trying to say his last goodbyes. My nan didnt know what happend- she was
just shocked. From then on I never have saw anything again, and my dad
hasnt had many incidents- But I still belive the Ghosts were my great grandparents,
A large plot of land sprawls across several hundred acres in Nampa, Idaho. Three houses and an entire working dairy comprise a small corner of the land, while the remainder is dedicated to farmland. The main house is large, three above-ground stories and an extremely large basement. It is the typical early 20th century style: a tall box, an apex roof, white with green shutters and trim. The subsequent houses are much smaller and were originally used for dairy-hands to live in. My mother, a mental medium, was adopted by her parents along with five other children when she was very young. My grandfather had purchased the homes and land in the early 1930's, a mere twenty years after they were constructed and the ground was settled. Around 1960, my grandparents adopted the children and brought them into a very strict, devout Catholic household. Throughout their time on the property, most living members of the family can recall events that seem to go unexplained in their mind. My mother's is perhaps the most eer
My late aunt claims to have seen brightly illuminated murials of the Virgin Mary displayed across the attic walls. The woman was also the most unstable of the children, mentally speaking. She claims these would appear at the precise moment that she would bolt upright in bed from some unknown reason. Keep in mind that this is also a woman who set fire to the house in an attempt to commit suicide. Perhaps this weakened mental state was the source of the phenomenon, or perhaps it was the edge that the engergies desired to manifest themselves more completely.
The majority of the energies seem to be concentrated in the main house. It is large too, eight bedrooms and four bathrooms. The strongest sensations can be felt in the basement and attic; particularly the entrance to the room, which is a very narrow staircase that off-shoots one of the upstairs bedrooms. Even non-sensitive individuals will feel a sense of pressure or 'heaviness' as they ascend or descend the attic or basement stairs. There are at least two entities that are strong enough to discern themselves, to my mother and her siblings at least. A tall, adult man that appears to be dressed in a early twentieth century American business suit and hat seems to dominate the 2nd floor. And a young woman, I'm estimating somewhere around 25 years old, wearing a white dress that is definitely from a distant era in American fashion roams the 2nd floor and attic. Her face is heavily powdered, and her hair is precisely arranged.
I do have a possible explanation to the phenomenon if anyone is interested in hearing it. I can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org. I would also like to begin organizing paranormal studies in the general Idaho area. Please utilize the above e-mail for a contact.
Thanks and I'm happy to have found your site!
I've had so many experiences in my life but still sometimes doubt
seen. I believe these "ghosts" are just souls wandering or watching over us.
If I had to write all my experiences it will take up many pages therefore I
will only tell of one.
About 13 years ago I broke up with the great love of my life (Johan). He
loved drinking more than he loved me. My heart was broken into many pieces
but life goes on. About 18 months later I met and married my husband. About
5 years later I woke up one morning feeling very uncomfortable as if
something bad was about to happen. Later that morning a friend of mine
phoned and informed me that Johan and his brother-in-law (Pieter) both died
in a car accident the previous night. I phoned Johan's mother and she
confirmed it. She also told me that two days before the accident Johan told
her that he was a fool to let me out of his life and he really would like to
tell me but he did not know where to find me at that time. I did not attend
the funeral, so I did not know where he and his brother-in-law were buried.
Three years later my brother-in-law died and while visiting my in-laws we
decided to all go and visit his grave. We went there and because it was so
peaceful there, we started walking around and reading some of the
inscriptions on some of the stones. I was walking next to my husband (my
in-laws and my 5 year old girl was about 300 metres away in front of us)
when I suddenly heard someone call out my name. I turned around and did not
see anyone and because it did not look as if my husband heard it, I thought
I imagined it and kept on strolling. Again I heard someone calling my name.
Only this time it sounded desperate. I stood still and at that moment my
daughter called my husband. He went on over to her while I turned around to
try and find out who (or what) was calling me. Again I did not see anyone
and as I was about to leave the same voice said: "Please Christine, come
here". I saw a headstone that looked like a huge wooden cross and I went
over there. I looked at it and thought to myself that it is a beautiful
headstone but I did not read the inscription. Again I turned around to walk
away when I heard: "Please, just look at the inscription on the headstone."
I did and much to my surprise saw the name of Pieter engraved on it. I felt
dizzy from shock. Then the voice said: "Now look at the headstone next to
it." I did and saw Johan's name on there. I felt sick from shock and wanted
to run away but I was frozen stiff. Johan spoke again: "I waited for you to
come to me for so long, I must tell you something. I want you to forgive me
for the way I treated you, for all the times I used and abused you. I need
you to forgive me in order for me to go on my way. Please forgive me." I was
so shaken up but suddenly a sense of peace came over me and all I could get
out was: "I forgave you a long time ago." Then I heard my husband coming up
to me and he found me shaking. I told him I'm cold and wanted to go home. As
we walked back to the car he asked me who the man was that I was talking to
at the grave with the wooden cross. I did not see Johan, I only heard his
voice but my husband described him in so much detail that I do not doubt who
he saw and my husband never met Johan.
I was born in DeQueen,Arkansas and could tell tou some crazy unatural
things I have had happen to me.I also lived in Hontubby Oklahoma.Now
I live in Heavener which is outside of hontubby about 3 miles.
There is a cemetary in Hontubby that is haunted.On nights when the moon is full you see some strange stuff.One night I will never forget was a night me and my husband was up in the cemetary.When we saw a light.it was like someone walking through the cemetary with a candle,the part that made it so unreal was the fact that we were the only ones there and the wind was blowing awful hard that night.sometimes you can hear a girl crying in the cemetary at night.sometimes when you are there you get the most uneasiest feeling of something evil.there has been rumors of devil worshipers in the area.there is also supposed to be a trail from the cemetary to a 5 pointed star that is made of rocks. I have never looked but of couse I'm a chicken.There is also another cemetary down the road about 10 miles called Loving cemetary.I was with some friends on night when we were chased out of the cemetary by something you could no see but hear.when we got in the car it jumped on the hood.We were so scared we haulled ass when we got back to my house in hontubby my friend had claw marks ripping his shirt and on his back.There was abig dent in the hood that was not there before as well as scratches.The huantings in this area are some strange but true ones.I was also reading your story about the Avon cemetary in DeQueen there are lots of stories about the Avon cemetary some people believe different stories.The church that was there was supposed to have been burned down by devil worshipers that is just some rumors I have heard.I do go to DeQueen alot becuase I have family there.Ileave at night and I have to drive by the Avon cemetary you see some strange things when you go by.Things you have to blow off when you are going as far as I have too come home.I have seen what appears to be a woman that kind of glows floating through the cemetary.Lots of things can be seen in the areas that I live in or are from.