Private House in New Jersey

By: Leslie.Rose@kordoba.de

the house I grew up in and lived in from 1968-1986 is haunted by at least two, if not three, ghosts. It is a two-story colonial in central N.J., with a central hallway and nine rooms. Since we sold the house, I won't disclose the location due to privacy reasons.
The first ghost is a woman who died at the house sometime around 1890 (the house was built  ca. 1850) and who plays the piano. Her name is Gracie J., and she is buried at the local cemetary. The first year we moved to the house my parents had sent us kids (then 10, 9 and 4) to bed and were doing the dishes in the kitchen. Suddenly they heard the piano in the living room being played. To get there you have to go through the dining room, the den and then the hallway, as the kitchen is at the back of the house and  the living room on the right; the den and dining room are on the lfet side of the house and there is no direct connection to the living room. So they heard the piano quite a while before the opened the living room door. When they opened the door and turned on the light the playing stopped. No one was in the room. We kids were all asleep - they checked. My Mom said it sounded like a cat walking on the keys, not like real music. We had cats, but none were in the room (that's why the door was always kept closed). Later we all the heard the piano being played, and quite well. It was always very soft but pleasant, and mostly around Christmas.
Upstairs, my oldest sister's room was located at the head of the first landing of the front stairs. One night she was showing me how to play the guitar as we sat on her bed. The door to her room, which was closed and latched (it had an old, barn-door type of latch) opened. The latch lifted, the door opened, and the end of the bed sank down. We stopped playing. The end of the bed rose again and the door closed and latched itself. This happened only once.
The other times the ghost showed up she was visible. During a party one of my friends asked me who the lady was going up the stairs. I saw no one. My father saw her appear as a full-bodied apparition in front of his bedroom door. This was her favorite spot, as it turned out. She stared at him and faded away. The same thing happened to my mom as she was on the upstairs telephone extension. As my bedroom door was directly next to my parents' bedroom door, I often saw this apparition, but only as a mist figure. I had to walk through it once when I was sick when I was ten and it was icy cold. The worst thing was getting up the courage to go back through it when I went back to bed!
My bedroom and my parents' bedroom were situated over the living room. These three rooms were the oldest part of the house. My two closets, one to each side of the fireplace, were once windows which had been filled over. The doors didn't stay shut. I finally filled two gallon jugs with water and set them in front of the doors. Sometimes it worked. As my room fronted the road, the lights from passing cars reflected off the walls at night. The problem was explaining the "wandering light balls" that flitted from closet to closet and circled over my bed. These appeared weekly and the show lasted often for hours. I often had the feeling that they didn't see me if I was very still, but they would come over to my bed if I sat up. When I turned on the light they disappeared, but the feeling didn't. This feeling was like "this is our place, what are you doing here?" When I told my parents about them I was told it was lights from the cars or my imagination. I finally found movies of these light balls on the Shadowlands homeplage and was really relieved to see that it was NOT my imagination. A month ago I went through old pics of my room and found a picture of my cat watching an orb in the corner where these things appeared. Lots of my pictures have orbs in them.
Before my parents sold the house the had the kitchen redone. This involved a lot of restructuring of the foundation and they found out the the whole back end of the house (i.e. my oldest sister's room) was only supported by two two-by-fours nailed together and set upright as a sort of pillar. I surmise that the ghost was trying to warn us, as the house developed big cracks in the walls at the time of the frequentest sightings (ca. 1970 - 1979).
The third ghost (or maybe the second?) walked around in the attic, which stretched along the whole house. It liked to walk above my bedroom. It was a second ghost at any rate, because the mist figure stood in my doorway while the walking was going on. The pacing didn' t happen more than two or three times.
Behind the living room the ground outside contained lots of broken porcelain and charcoal. We found out that the right wing of the house had burned. The then left wing was moved to the back of the house. Later a new left wing was added. Nothing happened in this later half of the house (containing the dining room, den and two upstairs bedrooms), where my other sister had her room. During a seance when I was eleven (1975) a large shadow in front of flames appeared on the wall of the living room. Needless to say, we ran out of the room screaming and the appearances were more frequent for a while.

Philadelphia Row House Ghost Story

By: mr_nemo_smith@yahoo.com

Hello,
First let me say I find your site an excellant reference and one of the finest web sites on the net.  Here is my story which I do not know is even a ghost.  When I was born to age 13, I lived in the Mayfair section of Philadelphia, PA.  I am now 23.  I had the middle bedroom which allowed me to see the stairs to the section floor.  I always had my door open.  Every few times, I would see a shape in the darkness of a small body, a boy.  He was coming from the back bedroom to the front bedroom.  I can't remember if he looked at me or not.  I disregarded it because I thought I was seeing things.  One other couple had the house before my family had it.  To my knowledge they had no children.  Also I believe I was the only person to see it and no other occurances happened in the house.  I don't what I saw but I do remember seeing a small body.  Thank you.

The Earring

By: Triplettt1958@aol.com
 

I'm 13 years old and have had a few in counters with stories amoung my parents. My mom's side of the family has always had...what you could call 'special ability' . The night before my grade 7 X-mas dance, i was looking for my snowflake earring that once belonged to my dead grandmother. My mom and i searched EVERYWHERE! my little sister long since went to bed, all of a sudden we realized how cold it was (it was the middle of December!)and the once locked door was open. My mom shut it and we gave up our search for the night. I went to bed as usual, the next morning I hopped into the shower as usual. Now let me tell u something my dad would have been at work and when he did get home wouldn't of known about my lost earring, my little sister was asleep and won't have heard my mom and me searching for the earring. So i got out of the shower and there on my dresser in which my mother and i looked over at least three times sat my other snowflake earring!! I ran downstairs and said thanks mom for finding my earring...but the thing was...she didn't find it and would have told me when i got up anyways...so who found it? My grandmother always was looking out for me and taking care of me and since it was her's I'm positively sure she found it for me so i could really feel x-masy for the dance!

Spirits of Wolves?

By: tdog666@cox.net

Hello, I wanted to share a neat story with everybody that must be true!
This involved my mother and father before all of us kids were born.  They lived in Nebraska and had to make a trip to San Diego because my father was in the navy.  They had an old station wagon and were driving through the desert when it was getting dark.  My dad is night blind, which means that he has a hard time seeing things in the dark.  Anyways he pulled the car over to the side of the road so that they could sleep and were soon joined by three other cars.  That is not the wierd part, what happened next is just amazing.
My mom said that she had a horrible dream about a pack of wolves tearing at the car trying to get in, they jumped on top of the car and were on all sides of it.  She woke up and saw my dad looking at her like he had just seen a ghost!
He told her that he had a dream about wolves trying to get into the car, and was surprised to hear she had the same dream!  Now my dad to this day laughs at  the fact that anything wierd could exist, he needs to see to believe.  Well he was scared enough to get into the front seat and start the car to leave.  That was when they noticed that the other parked cars were turning on their lights and taking off in a hurry.  Is it possible that they could have had the same dream, or maybe it wasn't a dream.  Maybe those wolves were trying to protect their territory in death.
I don't know but both my parent's swear up and down that this happened.
Strange huh?

Sensitive to the Spirit World

By: alm0stfamousxx@kc.rr.com

Instead of my house being haunted, I believe I am the one who is haunted. When I was 7 years-old I was visited by some apparition. I was lying in bed one night and I was a child who loved scary movies and having a big imagination, I thought I was dreaming and seeing some kind of monster in my closet. Looking back on it now it seemed to me to look like an alien, if anything. All I saw was the outline of a glowing body and I screamed for my parents. My dad later said that I pointed to the thing in the closet and told him it was an angel. He grabbed me, seeing it too, and ran with me to my parent's room. To this day I haft to have the closet doors open when I'm in my room. You would think I'd want them closed, but to me it's like it will be in there and I won't know and that just freaks me out. So after I've seen this "thing" I slept in my parents room since I was twelve, off and on. I wonder if they find it odd when I slip into their room at night and find a 16-year-old girl sleeping on the floor.
We moved out of that house and into another one. That's when I heard voices call my name and I would run to my parents and ask them if they were calling me. They would say no and I didn't understand. Then one day I'm walking down the hall to my room and I saw a little girl with blonde hair and a white dress, and the only hint of color is a light blue ribbon tied around her waist. She ran from me, and it wasn't because she was afraid, she was laughing and I think she wanted to play with me. I just stared and I watched her run into my room. MY ROOM! I said "no" and just ran down the stairs. I've seen this girl several times and sometimes I mistake her for my younger sisters because she likes to follow me and laugh. I also believe there is an older girl and teenage boy who live with me. I've seen the boy once, I kind of woke up with him in my bed and watched him walk into my wall. It wasn't until I was in the shower that I realized what had just happened. The other weird thing was that he was crystal looking. I've heard older woman upstairs once. She was walking around and humming to herself. I just left her alone, that's what I do. I don't talk to them because I don't want to. I just let them do their own thing, even it does creep me out. I guess you could say I've grown accustomed to it. They like to mess with me when I'm home alone though. That's something I don't like, at all. I also saw a ghost at my school. That was the first time I ever saw one outside of my house. She was nice though. I was in the library staying late with a couple of friends and it was just us four girls. I felt somebody else in the room, so I looked over at a bookshelf and sure enough a woman dressed in the prairie clothing was smiling at me, like she knew me. She had a white shirt on, blue, long skirt, glasses, and grayish-brown hair up in a bun. It was as thought she was saying hi, and I, not thinking just smiled back. That's when I looked back at the group and back at the books and saw her walk away. I asked my friends if anybody else was in there. They said no, and I told them what I saw. They pretty much freaked out and ran out of that place.
After that, everything pretty much stopped for about two years, but all of the sudden it's started back up again. One night I came home at 12:00 and was lying in bed when I saw somebody walk by my room (by the way I have a new room). Not thinking much about it, I thought it was my mom or dad getting a drink of water. I saw the light click on downstairs and they never came up. I thought that was odd and I started to get paranoid. I wanted to go see what it was but then again I didn't. So laid in bed with the covers over my head. In the morning I asked my parents if they were downstairs the night before and they said no. This pretty much freaked my mom out, mainly because she doesn't believe in it and is scared to see it or because the house she grew up in was haunted also, but that's another story because my aunt did the ouija board and brought spirits into the house. My mom has also seen her dead grandfather and her dead father-in-law standing next to her. She also thought she saw me in the hallway and sat up in bed and the thing looked at her and just walked on by. She pretty much figured out it wasn't me. Back to the story, so the next night, I'm lying in bed and the light clicks back on and I'm pretty much ready to pull the covers up again when I hear my dad's calculator buzzing. He has one of those calculators that prints paper and someone is down there using it. Then I hear somebody get on the computer and I hear clicking. I ask my dad about this and said that it's impossible for the calculator to work because it's broke. This was all like 2 months ago. Just last week I was getting ready to fall asleep and I hear this "Hey." I just closed my eyes and pretended not to hear it.
Another oddity is that my dad has seen the little girl numerous times and has mistaken them for my sisters as I have. I also can predict the future through my dreams. It's odd. If they're in black & white that means they're going to come true. I can also read people's mind and predict what they're going to say or make them say something else. Like if they say pick a number between 1 and 20. I can usually get the number. If I can't, it's because somebody else is thinking a number and I get like 10 different numbers at a time. I may not get the right number, but I will get somebody else's in the room.
 

Mr. Mason
 

By: sgwaddel@bechtel.com

About a year & a half ago my parents & I moved from the East coast to the West because of the type of work we do.  My father moved here first, to Washington State.  He bought the first decent house he viewed because good housing was scarce.  Later my mother & then myself followed.  I am an adult & it's been many years since I've lived at home but because this particular home my father bought has a very nice basement apartment I agreed to move in.  Before we moved any of our furniture in the house was in desperate need of renovation.  The carpets were pulled up, hardwood flooring was refurbished, the walls were painted, etc.  One fine day while my parents were out & I was alone painting my parent's living room the previous owner came over to drop off the garage door openers.  I invited her in, Mrs. Mason, & we chit-chatted for a bit before she told me that her husband had died right there in the kitchen . . . all most exactly where I was standing.  She practically laughed it off, telling me that he'd been out doing yard work & come in complaining of not feeling well before collapsing on the floor & dying of a heart attack.  She then proceeded to tell me how he'd done most of the work on the house, the cabinets, the downstairs, & stuff.  Then she pleasantly left.  When Mom & Dad got home I told them all about her visit.  They had no idea.  We didn't think anything of it, all though I did ask if we should get the house cleansed.  They said there was no need for it.  A few months of living in the house proved no ghostly activity & my boyfriend (now my x-boyfriend) moved from the East coast to be with me.  He mentioned to me several times that while I was at work & he was home alone he would hear footsteps above him in my parent's kitchen, footsteps on the stairs down to my apartment, & my "love beads" that I have hanging between the stairs & my living room would move on their own.  I wrote it off to the cats or dog wandering the house & even joked with him about it.  After we broke up & he moved back to the East coast my best friend came for an extended visit.  She too began mentioning the footsteps & the beads.  She had laughed at my boyfriend when he & I told her of his experiences.  She didn't seem frightened of these occurrences like he did but swore they'd happened daily.  I still wrote it off to the animals . . . until recently.  One fine weekend when I didn't have to work & I had the entire house peacefully to myself I chose to sleep in.  I wasn't fully asleep, just laying there with my eyes closed, enjoying how good my new bed felt.  All of a sudden I heard the door that leads from the garage into the kitchen open & slam shut (it's a very old, heavy door that makes tons of noise & creaks) & then my dog began barking like a stranger had entered the house.  I was a bit confused, 'cause we always put the garage door down after we leave & that's the only way to get into the garage without going through the house.  So I ran upstairs only to find my dog cowering under the kitchen table.  The door was closed so I opened it to examine what was in the garage.  The garage door was down & my parent's car was still gone.  So I was still alone in the house . . . unless . . . thoughts of an unlocked door & a burglar scrambled through my mind.  I ran around the house checking all the doors & windows to make sure they were still shut & locked.  They were.  My dog never moved from hiding under the kitchen table while I did my dash around the house like a mad woman.  After all of that I coaxed my dog over to me & gave him a big hug.  He shook terribly & it really worried me.  Nothing else happened for the rest of the day & nothing else has happened to me since that day.  I told my Mom about it & she didn't hesitate before blaming it on Mr. Mason.  My current boyfriend has spent the night & stayed over during the day while I'm off at work.  He's also mentioned (without knowing of the other's experiences) footsteps above him & coming down the stairs.  He's yet to say anything about my beads moving on their own.  He claims to have had several ghostly encounters throughout his life & says that Mr. Mason probably is still spiritually in the house.  I don't know what to believe.

Ghosts???

By: topper31948@ncol.net

Thought I'd share this little story with you. We used to live across the street from an old cemetery. One evening around 6:00 maybe 6:30 my grandson Brandon(12) and his friend Melissa(10) decided that they were doing to go pay their respects to the dead. They were gone about 15 minutes when Poppa heard them screaming blue bloody blazes! He looked out and they were running as if the devil himself were after them. When they got back to the house they were white as sheets and  with eyes big as silver dollars...When asked what was wrong they said they were visiting and out of the woods these red round lights (orbs) came out and started chasing after them! Strange stuff goes on in that cemetery and there seems to be a vortex in the older part as you can actually see them coming through sometimes....One of these days I'll send some stories about the things we've seen come from over there....
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Ghost of Halls Road Helensburgh n.s.w.
 

By: mxl@ansto.gov.au

I purchased this house in 1980 and for the first 6 months of living there we could hear banging on the floor boards from under the house, this continued for about 6 months. Not only did my wife at the time hear these noises, so did my sister and her
husband hear them when they visited.
On many occasions I tried to disprove the fact that this was a ghost because I did not want to believe it.
I turned off the water pressure and bled off the residual pressure to rule out noisy water pipes. Turned off the electrical supply, the banging on the floor boards were just as loud. There was no evidence of animals at all under the house. We built an
extention on the back of the house when completed the noise moved to the front door, when the banging noises were heard against the wall next to the front door there was never anyone there. Apparently the previouse owner had a heart attack after mowing the
lawns, he died at the back of the house near the entrance access to go under the house. The noises stopped when the second extention was built on the side of the house.
I live there alone now it is always in the back of my mind the possibility of the ghost returning, if it does I am determined to stay there and not be scared away.
 

Family home in north Hill, CA
 

By: calfaro627@msn.com

 I used to live there with my family.  Before my parents bought the home my mother had a strange dream of a man standing next to the orange tree telling her not to buy the home. One neighbor asked if we planned to stay for a while because he was sick of seeing the house up for sell continuously. We would see strange things, hear strange noises.
One day my uncle's wife came home from work to find a raven in the house and after following it into the master bedroom it had vanished with no way of getting out.  My father was once covered from his feet to his head with a white transparent sheet.  My mother was one time waiting in the livingroom for my sister to come home when the sliding door to her right opened on it's own.  My mother saw the ghost of a young girl lift the sofa where my mother sat and let go of it with force. after it walked around the sofa and stood in front of her pointing at the fireplace.  My mother could see her transparent body. The! ghost was barefoot,wore bell bottom jeans, a t-shirt and long blonde hair but had no face.  The ghost tried to communicate with my mother but all my mother heard was muttering.  Things around our home would disappear later to be found in corners of the garage ceiling.  My room had awful odors that would never disappeared and no matter how many times i was
One of my friends spend the night at my mom one day and slept on the sofa bed he reported to see the front door open to reveal a ghost, he also reported feeling paralized. Both my mother and i would have scary and bizzare dreams about the house. Anyone that would spend a night at our home would notice and feel strange things.  The scariest part of the house was the hallway many a times i would find myself walking really fast or running down the hall. Many more scary things happened in the home. During !the time that my family and i lived there many unhappy things would happen to all of us.  We did notice that all of the odd happenings stopped when my parents sold the home and we moved out.

Danny

By: SMader@columbus.rr.com
 

All my life I have heard stories of ghosts and hauntings within our family.  My grandmother, who was very religious, saw many things during her life and talked about them in a matter of fact way because it these things were just an inter-woven part of her life.  Nothing to fear, something to observe and pay attention to.   Each of her 10 children and their children have all experienced "hauntings" from the simple to the extreme.  One of these stories involves my aunt and her son.
 When he was a young boy he became very ill.  After tests and a stay in the hospital he became better but they never did really figure out what was wrong with him.  After he became well he began to hear footsteps outside his bedroom door late at night when everyone was asleep.  He was always fearful and never got up.  One time when the family was up late and getting ready to turn in they noticed his bedroom door was closed with the light shining under the door and a shadow passing back and forth behind it with footsteps.  They opened the door and of course no one was in there.
 Finally after a time he got up at the sound of the foot steps one night and opened the door.  There standing in a door way was a little boy.  My cousin said "who are you?" (he wasn't afraid, he really thought this was just a little boy") The little boy said "My name is Danny Obetz and I am looking for my mother")  with this he disappeared.  After that they all saw him frequently off and on during the course of many years.  My cousin grew up and got married and "Danny" went with him to his new house.  He would open kitchen cabinets and spill the contents out.  His wife and her friend saw him outside in the yard.  His sisters 3 year old daughter would frequently talk about him as her playmate.  She said they jumped on the bed together and talked.   My cousin and his brother opened a business together.   One day he got a call from his business saying come quick his brother was choking and they had called an ambulance.  When he got there his brother was fine but told him "Danny" had been holding him down and choking him.    There are more stories but for lack of time I will have to tell them another day................

Childhood Ghosts

By: Stuart.Bailey@rickerbys.com

I'm from England UK and used to live with my parents and my sister in a town called Malvern.
When I was about four or five I used to wake up in the middle of the night feeling something touch my feet. I was too scared to look up at what was touching my feet. I would either bury my head under the duvet or run to my parents room and tell them that there was a ghost in my room. My mother would say it was just a dream and take me back to my bed.
This happened for several nights. I told my older friends in my street what was happening and they said it was either the curtains, which were at the foot of my bed, touching my feet or I was dreaming it.
After a few nights the touching stopped and to this day never happened again.
I am now 29 and over these years my mother has regularly told me the story of my sister seeing a white ghost at the bottom of her bed when she was young but for some reason I never spoke directly to my sister about it.
However about five years ago, my parents and my sister were talking about ghosts and other stuff when my sister spoke about the white ghost at the bottom of her bed (this happened when my family lived in Birmingham and before I was born).
She said the ghost never spoke but for some strange reason the ghost kept touching her feet.
When she told me this a cold shudder ran through my body and on the back of my neck my hair stood on end. This was the first time I had heard my sister say this.
Ever since, I wished I had looked at what was touching my feet, perhaps it was a white ghost. If it was, quite what the ghost wanted I will never know.
 

By: brendand_tsp@msn.com
 
 

I just came across you're site and remembered an experience i had back
around 1988 or so when i was 12-13,my mother  and father where away for the
day to go to a wedding and i had the house to myself ,i asked a friend of
mine to come over and play some computer games with me to keep me company as
i never liked staying by myself in that house.Anyway we where having a laugh
and messing around upstairs when i heard a scratching noise at the bedroom
door i ignored it as my friend did'nt seem to notice it but then it happened
again and this time he heard it also,my first reaction was that it was my
big brother fooling around and i was'nt really scared so we waited at the
door for it to happen again and when it did we burst out the door to jump my
brother but there was no one there,i still could'nt understand it and i
search all the bedrooms looking for him but found no-one and anyway there
was no way anyone could have made noises at the door and got away without us
seeing them as we jumped out that quick.I then went to go downstairs and
seen that the phone was off its hook ,that really put the shivers in me and i
was close to tears,i called my friend and we looked at each other and then
just made a dive for the front door so as to get out ASAP i remember i had
no shoes on and it was a really wet night but i did'nt care cause i was so
scared,i looked up at the bedroom i was in an could have sworn i seen a
shadow in the room but i can't be sure as you know how childrens
imaginations are,but i do know i heard the scratches and seen the phone off
the hook as did my friend,i stayed over at his house that night and his
mother phoned mine when they came in to tell her what had happened wheather
they believed us or not was a different matter,any way i went back the next
day and asked my brother where he was and he said he never came home till
late that night as he was in the town and my mother just put it down to my
over active imagination,i hav'nt got many memories of when i was that age
but i do know that that one will live with me for a long time,thanks for
listening.
 

By: eeyore39@optonline.net
 

This Story is completely true and it was told to me when I was about 6 or 7.
My Grandparents lived in a very large two-story house, by themselves because their 4 children were married and moved out. My Grandpa died of lung cancer when I was just about 6. Right before he died, my Grandpa told my uncle that if anything happened to him, he wanted my grandma to move out of the big house. After he died, my grandma continued to live in her big house. In her bedroom she had a rocking chair next to her bed, where it had always been as far as I know. One night she woke up with the strange feeling that someone was sitting at the foot of her bed. In her bedroom she had a rocking chair next to her bed, where it had always been as far as I know. A while after that, she woke up in the middle of the night, and the rocking chair was out of place from where it usually was, and she could see my Grandpa sitting in the chair with his arms crossed. A few times, she said, “What do you want”, but she received no answer. She assumed she was just imagining it, and went back to sleep. The next morning, the rocking chair was in it’s usual spot, but where she had seen it in the night, there were imprints in the carpet of where the chair had been. (After that my Dad wouldn’t go upstairs in that house.)
Once when my Aunt and her colleagues went to see a psychic, she was told that her father (my Grandpa) was trying to tell her mom (my Grandma) something, but that she wasn’t ready to listen to him.
My Grandma saw my Grandpa once again after that. That day, my Grandma woke up really early in the morning, and saw my Grandpa holding a set of twin baby girls (my Grandmother had lost a set of twin girls between my mom and her younger sister), and he was with my Grandma’s twin sister. A few hours later, my Grandma got a call telling her that her sister had died that morning. (Forget upstairs, my Dad then decided he wouldn’t go far into her house at all after that.)
My grandma did end up moving into an apartment, and my Grandpa no longer visited her.
My Grandma is now dead. For a while before she died, she was not speaking clearly at all, and she only really mumbled small things when she was awake. The day that she died, the nurse that was living with her went down into the other room for a few minutes to get the newspaper. While she was down in the living room, she heard my grandma call something out. So she started going down the hall to my Grandma when she heard her say, clear as a bell, “Mommy, I’m coming”. When she reached my Grandmother’s room, she was dead.
For anyone who doesn’t believe in life after death, reconsider.

MY STORY

By: mlee@sheboygan.k12.wi.us

WHEN MY HUSBAND AND I MOVED TO NC, WE MOVED INTO THESE REALLY OLD APRATMENTS...WE COULD AFFORD A BETTER APARTMENT, BUT WE DIDN'T WANT TO LIVE THAT FAR FROM HIS FAMILY, SO TEMPORARLIY WE STAYED THERE.
ON THE FIRST DAY THAT WE MOVED IN, WE GOT BAD NEWS OF MY HUSBAND STEP MOTHER PASSING AWAY IN WI. WHERE WE WERE ORIGINALLY FROM...WE WERE REALLY SAD AND THE FUNERAL SERVICES WERE TO TAKE PLACE THAT FOLLOWING WEEKEND. WE WENT TO WI FOR HER FUNERAL ON A FRIDAY AND GOT BACK TO NC ON A MONDAY.
MY HUSBAND HAD STARTED A THIRD SHIFT JOB AND I WITH A SMALL CHILD WAS STAYING HOME AT THE TIME.  A FEW WEEKS WENT BY AND THINGS JUST STARTED TO BE A ROUTINE. I WOULD STAY UP LATE AND WATCH TV OR JUST CLEAN UP AFTER MY SON FELL ASLEEP. ONE NIGHT AS I CRAWLED INTO BED AT ABOUT 11...I FELL ASLEEP AND WAS AWAKENED BY LOUD KNOCKING AND POUNDINGS AT THE FRONT DOOR. I SUDDENLY AWOKE...BUT WAS STILL IN BED...MY EYES WERE OPENED AND I WAS HESITENT AT FIRST TO GET UP OUT OF BED, BECAUSE RIGHT WHEN I OPENED MY EYES...THE KNOCKING JUST STOPPED.  I THOUGHT THAT MAYBE IT WAS JUST A DREAM.  I THEN SUDDENLY TURNED TO MY OTHER SIDE AND TURNED TOWARDS MY SON...HE WAS SLEEPIING WITH ME. THE ALARM CLOCK ON THAT SIDE SAID..2:34A.M. JUST AS I LOOKED AT MY CLOCK I HEARD A SOFT KNOCKING AT MY BEDROOM DOOR.  I WAS SOOO SCARED BECAUSE I THOUGHT SOMEONE HAD BROKEN IN. BUT THEN I THOUGHT TO MYSELF, THAT IF SOMEONE BROKE IN, I WOULD HAVE HEARD SOMEONE BREAKING IN...OUR APARTMENTS ALTHOUGH IT WAS OLD...WAS VERY WELL SECURED.  I WAS REALLY SCARED...BUT MY BEDROOM DOORS WERE LOCKED. I WAS AFRAID TO GET UP AND I JUST LAID THERE IN BED.  THE KNOCKING WAS VERY SOFT ALSO AND I WAS VERY AWARE OF MY SURROUNDINGS...A FEW MINUTES LATER, I HEARD SOME SHIFTING AND MOVEMENTS IN MY BATHROOM THAT WAS CONNECTED TO MY BEDRROOM...THE SHIFTING LED TO MAKING NOISES AND MOVEMENTS UP AGAINST MY BEDROOM/BATHROOM DOOR.  THERE WAS NOTHING REALLY I COULD DO, BUT TO WAIT AND SEE IF ANYTHING HAPPENED.  ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT I COULD HEAR MOVEMENTS AND NOISES AND MY APPLIANCES BEING MOVED IN OUR APARTMENT...MY HUSBAND CAME HOME EARLY THAT MORNING AND I TOLD HIM ABOUT IT...HE THOUGHT I WAS JOKING AROUND AND JUST WENT TO BED.  THAT NIGHT WAS HIS NIGHT OFF FOR THE WEEKEND...AND THAT NIGHT THE SAME THING HAPPENED ALSO... I WAS ASLEEP AND DIDN'T REALLY NOTICE ANYHTING BUT IN THE MORINING HE TOLD ME THAT HE HEARD THEM TOO.  THAT WEEKEND WE SPENT TIME LOOKING FOR ANOTHER APARTMENT AND STAYED AT HIS BROTHERS PLACE... WE MOVED OUT AND NOTHING HAPPENED AFTER THAT.
 

By: asalega@shaw.ca

I am writing to you about one of my many dreams that I have had that came
true.
This dream happened in the summer of 1998.
In the dream I was playing with my family in Texas.  We were running and
hiding in wind shaped boulders.  I
turn aroung and see a plane.  I had this feeling that the plane is going the
wrong way.  I started to run
and take long strides following the plane.  The plane was going north
towards hills and green plains of wisconsin,
Illonios ?  I cross over a bridge in to a field of grass and small patches
of woods.  The plane had landed on its belly.
What was strange eventhough it had landed it never released its landing
gear.  I looked inside.  The windows were foggy.
I could make out 6 people all of which looked sound asleep but I knew that
they were dead.
A few days after I hear on the news about a plane carrying pro-golfers to
Florida from Texas.  All of the sudden
plane had run drastically off course.  It began to fly north instead.  There
had been no answer from the pilot.  The plane
lands in a field.  Everyone is dead due to lack of oxygen inside the plane.
Everyone had fallen asleep and died.
 

By: Horselovernut@aol.com

This property is in Berks county Pa. and no one has lived on the property since 1900. No one can visit the property because of the ghosts or whatever you want to call it. I have never been there but I have heard some strange stories. A woman screams and  if you approach the house a woman stands in the window with a candle lit. She is dressed in colonial style clothes. The family assumes this is our ancestor. You also hear a voice telling you to get off his land..
April27 and June9 ,2002 we lost both our dogs. One being a black lab and the other a german short haired pointer. This property connects with Doe Mountain Ski Resort, people who work there and has visited Doe Mountain has seen my dogs running with a elderly man dressed in colonial work clothes. These people described my dogs right down to the collars. They even told me their names are Nike and Buster. Which is their names for real.
I was planning a trip there with my daughters and Doe Mountain called me and begged me not to come. They said do not go there at night time. For whatever  reason they said the night time is the worst. According to Doe Mountain they said they hear the screams at night and  will not allow their guest out at night, the is a rule that they feel must be abided by.This is when you hear the blood curtling screams. We had a ancestor that died from a farm injury in 1778. Her husband died one year earlier leaving her with 6 children and expecting another one. No one knows exactly how she died or how, but the blame always fell on a in-law. The in-laws name was Christopher Bittenbender. Some feel he got a bad rap even though he was never tried and convicted this stayed in the family history and no one corrected this.
The property is known as the Fetteroff/ Fetherolf/ Bittenbender property.
The cementary still is there along with the house and barn. The stone and log house was built in 1738 and has been kept in excellent condition. It's liveable even today. No one in the Fetherolf family dares to step foot on this property. Some say it's cursed, I say I am in no hurry to find out.  Every family member that has been on the property with their children, the children has always had tragic accidents that claimed their lives. The last was a girl that was killed in a plane crash. She had visited the property with her father 2 years prior.
Call it what you want this is too strange for coincidence. Sometimes the family has vistors from our ancestors that lived and built the property.
I haven't had a visit since last year, I still have strange things happening in my house and barn but no visible faces and bodies.
Sometimes I hear a pounding on my daughters bedroom wall and she is 7 yrs. and refuses to sleep in there. I have heard the pounding in my room as well but I still sleep in my room. My cousin has more visits than I do but he's not married and has no children. He can handle the confusion more than my house can endure. I always know when they are here cause my Jack Russell growls at nothing. One night she leaped in the air at nothing and was attacking something. The something you could not see. All you heard was a cane tapping.
One night my horses was making awful noises so I went to check on them. I found nothing but they had a frightful look in their eyes and were rearing up in the stalls. They all were breathing heavy and were sweaty as if they had been running.
Maybe one day I will get brave enough to visit but not any time soon.
Even Reading county courthouse knows of this property the land records officer calls it the haunted land...

Guardian Angel

By: JSETTLE@tampabay.rr.com

I'm a twin and while growing up my twin brother was slower to develope and required more attention from my mother. Being about 5 years old I remembered that my brother required the passenger side of the front seat so that my mother could keep an eye on him.I on the other hand always sat directly behind my mother in the back seat.
One day as my mother and my twin brother and I were going to the car in the driveway to go somewhere ( I was leading the group) ,I frooze as I got near the front side of the car...right next to the front passenger seat. I literally could not go any further....something or some unseen force would not let me go any further. If I did go any further I would have circled around the back of the car to get to the back seat directly behind my mother in the drivers seat.I got into the the passenger seat and with a short disagreement with my twin, I got to sit where my twin usally sat. My twin on the other hand sat in the middle of the back seat.
Shortly later as we were traveling there were slippery ,wet upstate New York roads. A car was approaching us in the wrong lane swerving from side to side.My mother had done the correct thing and drove way off to the side of the road to avoid the obvious head on collision.I remembered that we were way off to the side of the road and stopped and what appeared to be safe when all of a sudden a huge crashing sound came from the back of the car and the whole world seemed to be twirling violently. I brased the front dashboard out of reflex while what seemed to be minutes was actually seconds.When everything settled down all I could remember distinctly was seeing my mother bleeding and roughed up pretty bad and my twin brother was screaming and pouring blood out of his glass filled mouth.He was lucky that he lived for he almost stopped breathing while my mother was lucky enough to be able to come to his assistance.When I looked myself over...I had not a scratch...not a one.The whole incident took us all by surprise.
About a month latter we went to see the car.....to my surprise ...the other car had hit directly full force right behind the drivers seat,had I been sitting in my seat as usual I would of surely have been killed. It had hit so hard that it caved in the back seat to half way through the car.I am eternally thankfull for my gaurding angle that God has given me.

Col. Price

By: RFox@NBHS.Org

When I was about 11 I was laying in bed when an apparition floated to the bedroom doorway.  The cat I was holding woke and scratched my arm as he shot out and went under the bed.  The ghost watched me for about 30 seconds and then proceeded on down the hallway.  I think it was the ghost of the man, Col. Price, who lived and died in the house.  All this happened in a tiny “town”, Uffington, just a boat dock on the Monongahala River really, located between Morgantown and Fairmont West Virginia.  This was in the early 70’s.  I’ve always wanted to go back and talk with whoever lives in the house now.
 

By: snight1@msn.com
 
 

This is an absolute true story and I can remember it as if it just happened last night.  Not a maybe, or a reflection, or a dream but it really really happened.  So, no doubt in my mind that there are such things as ghosts.  I only saw this one in my life and made me a believer forever.
I got married in 1976 and moved into the brick apartment buildings across from the Somerset Football field not too long afterwards.  They were brand new and we were lucky to get one of them.  We had a two-bedroom apartment.  If you turn down the street beside them and get to the very last one, ours was on the second floor facing the street.
Like I said they were brand new apartments and people were moving into them but they were still working out the bugs with the cable television wires and painting.  Still some of the apartments weren't finished so they were even laying carpet in some of them.
A local Realty company owned the apartments and landlord, who graduated one year before me, managed them.  I knew that he used his passkey to enter apartments if need be when people weren't home, so they could check wiring or finish up apartments.  I never cared for him much because he had an attitude but we were happy to be in the new apartments.
My wife and I went to bed that night in the bedroom facing the street.  The light from the street actually lit up the bedroom so that it was possible to see anything in the room.  It wasn't that dark at all because the light was outside of our bedroom window.
We weren't in bed long at all, with not a chance to even fall asleep when my wife said "Did you hear that?"  I said, "Yes".  She said "It sounds like someone came into the apartment!"  I agreed and told her "Just be quiet and lay still".  I don't know why I didn't get up and turn a light on right away.  I guess I thought it could be the apartment manager and wanted to surprise him and see just what he was up to.
I remember that my wife was snuggled up close against me with her head on my right arm.  We remained quiet.  Now what I'm about to tell you is exactly what my ex-wife saw and remembers to this day.  We both saw the exact same thing.
With the room lit from the streetlight.........a man walked ever so slowly into our bedroom and continued to the foot of our bed.  When he first entered the room I whispered into my wife's ear "There he is!"  And went "Shhh Shhh".  He stopped at the foot of our bed and turned facing us.  Right at the foot of the bed!!!!
You couldn't see through him.  He looked like a real man with a long coat and hat, of some sort, with his arms down to his side.  He stood there staring at us for maybe a minute.  It actually seemed longer but I'd guess it was only a minute.  Remember, it wasn't dark in the room at all.  And there he was staring at us!!!!!  I couldn't see color but you could make out that it was a man.  You couldn't tell how old he was.
He then turned towards our bedroom door and exited as slowly as he entered.  From our bedroom door to the front door, the only door in the apartment was a straight shot.  You could see from our door, through the hallway and actually see the front door from our bedroom.
I let the man get, what I thought to be at the most, maybe 10 feet from our bedroom.  There was no way possible that he could get out of the apartment without me seeing him.  Because I JUMPED UP and TURNED ON THE LIGHT.........and he was nowhere to be seen.  I could see clear to the apartment door.  No sound of a door opening either or any other sound but I never gave him a chance to get to the door.  I wanted to know who in the hell was in the apartment.
I then slowly walked through the apartment saying "Who's here?"  My wife was right up against me following me through the apartment as I checked in closets, in the bathroom and behind things.  Nothing!!!!!??????  And we both saw the exact same thing and realized that it was IMPOSSIBLE for him to get out as quick as I turned on the light.
I will always remember this.  The strange thing is......after this, I don't remember her or myself being afraid that he may appear again.  Now this has been a long time ago but I don't think we actually brought it up too often.  I'm not sure how many people we told about it.  Now I think I should have maybe put it in the newspaper. This happened in Somerset and no one knows about it.  Just makes you think of how many other sightings happen and no one says anything.
I swear that this is true, so I can't disbelieve ghost sightings at the Flight 93 crash site.  You would think that there would be lots of ghost sightings at the World Trade Center wouldn't you?  I just wish people could be trusted and honest and not make up stories to get attention or to scare people.
Well, that's my story!  You can believe it because I am not one to make up stories like this.
 

Update to Man By My Bed

By: Staceyinfo@aol.com
 

This is the best place ever! I spend WAY too much time reading everyone's stories. Anyway, I digress...
Somewhere in all these stories is my original story about when I saw a ghost as a nine year old girl. To briefly recap:
We moved to Berkeley after my older sister died of cancer (she was 11 when she died). We moved from Lancaster, CA to Berkeley, CA to start life over. I, as I said, was nine years old.
We moved to a little house, probably built in the 50s, which sat behind a Victorian home, built I have no idea when (obviously in the Victorian era).
One night I woke up to see an old man standing by the side of my bed, right next to me on my side, staring at me. I don't want to try to describe his clothes or features becase decades have gone by and my memory is sketchy. What I do remember is he was solid flesh and blood and I stared intently at him in utter fright.
I started to scream. My dad ran in the room and leaned over to hug me. My dad went right THROUGH the man. I was hugging my dad and seeing his body through the man's body. It was the most terrifying thing I have ever seen to this day.  Especially because I could see how absolutely solid and real the man was and it made no sense. I screamed for my dad to turn on the light. He went to the light switch, the man was STILL there, and he turned on the light. The man then disappeared.
Anyway, on to the update! This is not a Hollywood movie, so forgive me if it is a little anti-climatic. I do think there is something of interest for you, however...
O.k. I was driving by the house which I do almost everyday because we live on the same street now, but about half a mile up the road. After I wrote the original story, I decided that I would try to contact the people that live there to see if I could see my old bedroom once more.
This is a little more difficult then it sounds. I mean it is not that thrilling to think about walking up to total strangers and convincing them to let you in their house. Plus, of the many times I have walked and driven by, and never saw anyone that lived there.
So two days ago I was driving by and I saw two elderly women walking through the front door of the cottage. I said "Here's my chance!" and stopped my truck and ran towards them because they were almost through the door. By the time I got to the door they had walked in and shut the door. I just kept standing there, not knowing what to do. I kept staring at the house and standing there. I was feeling really retarded, I assure you.
To make matters worse, a man in about his 30s was standing by the back of the house, around where the older Victorian house stands. He was definately looking at me like I was off my rocker. He walked up to me and said "Can I help you?"
I started talking and I felt really phony as I was talking. I told him I had lived in the cottage and wanted to see my old room. I mentioned the name of the owners of the next door neighbor's house so he could see I wasn't casing the joint.
He said yes, that was the name of the next-door neighbor. He said that the next-door neighbor had died a long time ago so I guess that sort of made him take me a little more seriously.   I asked him if our original landlord still lived in the Victorian. He said that had been his grandfather. He said that now him and his family along with his father and mother now lived in the Victorian. He said that two elderly ladies lived in the cottage. Anyway, as I kept talking he seemed to realize there was just a teeny little bit more to my story (I think because I said something about how I just had to see the house before my birthday in two weeks).
He actually said something to me with the affect of "is something you arn't saying about why you are so interested in this house?"  So I just decided to go for broke. I said, "Well, I will tell you why I am so interested but you are going to think I am a total lunatic... I saw a ghost when I was a little girl" He kinda looked at me and then he started to ask me a barrage of questions "Where? What room?" What did he look like? What happened..." I mean on and on to the point I started to feel like HE knew something and wasn't telling me.
So after a few minutes of being grilled I asked him if someone else had seen a ghost in the driveway.  He told me his father had seen a ghost but was VERY skeptical and didn't believe in ghosts, not even the one he saw.
I asked him if I could ever talk to the dad and he said sure. I thought he would say he would take my number or something but then he said his dad was in the back house and did I want to go meet him right away.  Wow! I was really in shock by this time and feeling that things were getting kinda surreal...
So we went to the back house and he introduced me to the dad and his mom. The other funny thing is that the dad absolutely did not remember my parents or me living there at that time. They called the man's sister and I talked with her on the phone. She didn't remember us either. I was back to feeling like they thought I was casing the place...
Finally the sister said she vaguely remembered my mom. I said I would bring over pictures and what not and she said that was great. She was very nice.
Then I told the man that I had a weird part to my visit. The son made a joke like "Yeah, here is the part where you will want to throw her out." I was thinking "Oh lord help me!" but then I told him the whole embarrassing story. He, just like his son, asked me a billion questions. I mean I felt like these two were mighty interested for people who didn't seem to believe in ghosts... Then afterwards the man kept saying "Oh you were dreaming." .. stuff like that. I decided it was time to turn the tables so I asked the man what had he seen?
He said he had been in the kitchen of the Victorian one day when he was younger (I think in his 20s or 30s). He saw a man walk down the driveway along side the kitchen towards the back of the house. There was no way to get out of the yard at the back where the man was headed. The man ran out of the house after the tresspasser. He ran to the back of the house where the man had headed and where his parents were sitting. He asked them what happened to the man. They said no-one had walked by there. He still scoffed at his own story and said there had to be some reasonable explanation.
I told him I wasn't  the type to make things up and had been in law enforcement and not given to flights of fancy either.
Anyway, I asked him if the man he had seen sounded like the one I had seen bu the said they sounded different. I asked him about the history of the house. He said he thought there was one owner before them (name of Rucker)  and the Victorian house was one of the oldest in the area.
They said they would have me back and we agreed I would bring down all my old pictures of when we lived in the cottage and they said they would allow me (with the permission of the elderly women) to go in and see the cottage.
That is all to the story so far except today I went to the library and looked in old directories (what they used to call phone book type books) to see if I could find something on the Ruckers. I did see that they only seem to have lived in the house for about 4 years. I am going to try to locate more info on who was the original owner of the Victorian. I have a weird suspicion that someone died in that house and the man that was in my room is connected to the Victorian.
If anything more happens I will let you know but I don't think I am going to get much further with this.. Thanks!
 

By: Epburdet@marysville.k12.oh.us

My name is Shirley Burdett, when I was 8 in a foster home in Harrison
Ohio, I saw a shost and it spoke to my foster mother.It was a warm
evening and we had the air conditioning on. I was on my way to the
bathroom from the family room, where my foster mother and I were
watching tv. On the way to the bathroom I passed the only kitchen
window.And something told me to look outside. When I did, I saw a figure
or outline of a man setting at our picnic table smokeing a cigerrrate.
Of course being very scared, since there was only my mom and me, I ran
back into the family room and told there was a man setting at our picnic
table smokeing. She didn't believe me, so she came and looked herself.
Sure enough there he was.  We had an intercom system in the house so
mom could call me where ever I was, it was even hook up outside. So she
got on it and said. "Who are you?" He didn't repond right away. She
asked him again and told him she would call the police if he didn't
answer.
In as normal a voice as you and I, he said." Bea, let me finish my
cigerrate and I'll leave." We were shocked when he addressed her as if
he knew her. Again she asked him his name. And he repeated what he said.
I heard it all.Because I was standing right beside her.
She said to stay with her, because she was going to turn on the outside
light. And she did.........
What happen really scared the both of us. When she turned on the light,
there was no one there. She flipped off the light and there he was,
flipped it on he was gone.
We were scared and stood for a few minutes watching him smoke, we could
see the light at the end of the cigerrate light up everytime he took a
drag. Finally my mom told me that we were going to go back to the family
room and leave IT alone.
So we went back into the family room and stayed a while, finally I had
to go really bad and took a chance that IT wouldn't get me. By the time
I went to the bathroom, the man was gone.
Of course no one believes me to this day. I saw a man smoking and I saw
the lit cigerrate. So no one can tell me different.

Structural Changes

By: LonnyDHach@aol.com

I was wondering if structural changes to a building could cause a ghost to leave?  My story takes place in Iowa. My parents bought a farm that we moved to in 1965, the house was built in 1916, it was a untouched big 4 square prairie style with the 3rd story a huge attic with wide plaster walled stairway with landing leading up to it          (important to know later) and large porches on front & sides. Today it would be considered a classic.
I was about 5 years old when we moved there. I remember days being in the house and I would hear walking up stairs, I would go tug on Mon's skirt and ask "ma---  who's upstairs"? and she would say "nobody" and I would carry on. this happened several times, I would be upstairs in my room and would hear walking in the attic, I would go down stairs and ask  "ma-- who in the attic"? she would say no one, I'd argue, " is it Dad? Is it Dave or Ben? (brothers) Mom would say they are all in the fields working and nobody is in the attic.
I learned to not ask about the noises up stairs after some time & scolding. But I always heard them, never if I was in the attic myself but when I was upstairs, on the main floor or even if I was in the basement I could hear the walking on the wood floors. I just kept it to myself.
Then in 1973 on Memorial Day about 7:30pm a tornado struck and the house among other barns was damaged.  The wonderful tall peak roof and its 4 craftsman styled dormers were badly damaged with shingles & boards stripped off and windows blown out showing dark empty holes.
After temporary patching the entire old roof was removed and a new low 1970s style roof applied. After this reconstruction I never heard the walking again.
History of the house talks about a bachelor living there during proabition, rumor has it he would go to the attic to "have his hooch."  He suposedly died in the house  in the 50s.
When the new roof was put on Dad found "stomach bitters" & other bottles stuffed under the attic floor boards.
I think I was hearing the drunk old bachelor in the attic drinking his hooch during probation

 Scary Stories

By: mbja@zoominternet.net

I had always thought that my house was a little creepy.once I was walking up the steps to my bro's room and I felt a hand touch my shoulder.there was no one else on the steps.then i was in the bathroom doing my hair with the door closed.all of the sudden the door swang open.I was really scared.there were two other things that happened.my friends and I were doing our hair in the bathroom and i went in my room to get changed for the big dance.I had left the door open the whole way.my friend went out of the bathroom and she asked me if I left the door open and I said yeah.she said we had to get out of there.we ran to the frount door.she hasnt been in my house since.the most current thing that happened was my sister and I were fighting and all of the sudden a pile of cds came flying 5 feet .nobody was even near the radio.can you say scary
 

By: Froginhole@aol.com

near the beginning of this most recent school year we managed to gain access to an abandoned mental hospital. this hospital was shut down in 1994, and due to the fact that we were definitely not there legally and have rescued many personal items from there i will not disclose the location.
we spent many nights in this hospital exploring and finding some things that were rather disturbing. the first disturbing find was the top floor. when we made our way up there we discovered that almost all of the patients' personal items were still in the rooms. it was like they were left exactly how they were when they were inhabited.
on another visit we discover patient records. this allowed us to find that the top floor was the violent ward....reserved for patients that had a history of violence and were considered a danger to other people. we also discovered a sort of appartment just above the top floor. we assumed that it belonged to a resident doctor or something of that nature. the strangest thing about this "apartment" was that it was still totally furnished, clothes were in the closet, pictures on the desk, like someone living there just got up and left everything exactly where it was.
these were just some of the strange things we noticed in the building. the real account is about the possible spirit we encountered soon after we started frequenting the hospital. his name was chris and he moved into the building that most of my friends lived in. he seemed to have an uncanny knowledge of the layout of the building the first time we took him there. we met this guy about two weeks after our first entry into the building. he seemed to only associate with those of us that spent time in the mental hospital.
as time went on he proved to be a rather disturbed idividual. he was heavily into drugs, the over the counter type drugs, and he would spend hours writing on the walls of his room. he also had no knowledge of news, music, or movies more recent than about 1993.
this individual left our lives as suddenly as he appeared. the building was gutted and worked started in refabbing it into another facility about five months after our first encounter with it. soon after the building was gutted chris was gone. we did however gain access to his room. it was like walking into one of the rooms in the hospital, one of the rooms that housed a more disturbed person. the walls were covered in very small writing in black marker about many things. all of his clothes and personal items were left. the room smelled horrible, he had turned his closet into a restroom. it was very eerie entering the room and finding it to be near identical to some of the rooms in the hospital.
it wasn't until he was gone that the small group of us realised that he very possibly was a spirit that had befriended us. he was not a normal individual and the sequence of events is very disconcerting to me. we rarely mention chris due to the fact that we all seem to feel that he came from the mental hospital.
i will be happy to discuss things in more detail, feel free to contact me with any questions.
 

By: alexistorrez@hotmail.com

I just wanted to let you know that I read the story about Shilo Inn on your
site. " Salt Lake City - Shilo Inn - There is strange echoing laughter in
the indoor pool next to the Lobby. The Pinball machine by the exit to
parking on the upper level played by itself on several occasions. A man
pushed his wife and children out of one of the upper level windows and then
leaped out to meet his own demise." After reading this I went to the very
top floor of the Shilo inn. I took my husband because he is a non-believer
and thought the whole thing was silly. We got to the very top floor and were
walking around. Before we went up to the top floor we looked around the
building while in our car and there were no lights on at any of the rooms on
the top floor. Anyways once we got up there we could hear doors slaming. My
husband went to see if someone was comming out of the room in the direction
we heard the door slam but no one was there and no doors were open. Scared
my husband clinched my hand and we both ran out of the hotel.

Roswell Cemetery Sloan Street

By: kassarsb@bellsouth.nett

i lived on sloan street about a year ago.the house always felt extremly wierd we heard noises and glass clanging in the kitchen and esp one closet door in the kitchen would open all the time.my wife thought me and my nephew were just stirring things up to scare her because she never heard or saw anything but the last night we were there we already had the power transferred to our new home we were all in the master bedroom with the lights off and the window open the kids were all asleep when me and my wife and nephew heard the voice out the window (sounded like a young girl)say hi!!!! ill never go back i have the worst chills just thinking about it.we also called a psychic on the phone and the told us the house needed to be blessed

Pure Evil

By: Ha9is@aol.com

my name is Laura and I'm 15 about a year ago the local youth club and i went
to Chiswick in the lake district in England and we stayed form Friday to
Sunday in an old residential bunk the rooms where in one building and the
kitchen and dining room were in another building and they were both in a mass
of wood land and near a huge river and there was another building not far
from where i slept with my friends on an island and the only means of getting
to the main land was boat. when we arrived in our mini buss after a four hour
drive i got out and had a look around the bunk and the woods for some reason
i had a funny turn on the buss i felt happy and safe not because the leaders
where their but on the forest floor i felt scared and uneasy it takes a lot
to scare me i felt a presence of sadness pain despair and a powerful feeling
of evil i thought nothing of it but that night when me and my friends where
up late talking i was listening to something out side and i saw a shadow move
to the centre of the window and vanish and with that i started rocking
backwards and forwards and mumbling which a look of terror on my face (says
my friend) she looked up at me and said "Laura are you OK" i looked at her
then backed over to the corner of the of my bed i rested my chin on my knees
and swayed ever so slightly and started  mumbling and crying and the next
night when it grew dark i felt it again. we where playing in the woods and i
stopped dead in my tracks and fell down and all i could see was visions of f
death suicide murder and more terrible things to deraign for me to write i
told them to go to leave me alone they went but only two hours later they
where back with more force than before much more persistence it made me feel
so weak that i needed friends holding me up. i went back there with my folks
and never felt any thing, even though i still remember the horrors they put
me through.

Paranormal Experience

By: bassets17@insightbb.com

I'm a 13 year old girl and a former skeptic of ghosts.  Since I was 8, those TV shows on hauntings just draw me onto the couch and I sit and watch.  Since I began believing ghosts, I've had questionable experiences.  I say questionble because sometimes the odds are againts my "experiences" but often they are not.  First you will have to know a little history about my house.  It isn't that old but I think it is 50 years old and has had about 3 familes in it.  When we bought this house, the owners claimed that a little boy had died in a house very similar and near ours.  In my mind, nobody is gonna tell the people buying their house after they signed the papers about this story which "didn't happen in our house"  unless it did.  To support this I will tell you one of my experiences.  I was sitting in the living room a while back in chair.  All of the sudden I feel this push, like a child playing tag, hit me in the back.  I thought it was my parents just playing a joke at first but they were in the kitchen at least 15 ft. away.  My mom has also heard noises and music coming from our basement that stop as soon as she gets down to the room she thinks they're coming from.  Recently a handprint was on our living room wall.  My parents blmaed me I had put the greasy print there but when I put my hand up there my fingers were at least a good inch above the prints.  I have the about the smallest hand in my house.  To sum up I also sometimes feel I'm being watched in my basement so I never go down there.  I also have felt an arm around my shoulder once while watching TV in my bedroom.  Unfortunately my parents still do not believe me but a few things at my house are jst really strange sometimes.  Oh, and by the way, the little boy was killed in "a basement" just like ours when a sink fell on him.  No wonder we hear nosies down there.

By: stokesta@military.com

I would like to ad an experience that I had at a Detroit home.  It
was the only experience because I left and have never stayed there
since.  I cant give to much detail because I am still semi-involved
with one of the people that occasionally live there.
In 1996, I was dating a man that lived in an OLD OLD brick, 2 story,
4/5 bedroom home that had been in his immediate family since it was
first built.  The house is, to this day, still decorated with the
original carpets, wallpaper and paint, light fixtures and pipes and
still holds household goods probably as old as the house its self
including furniture.  So I am sure you can imagine the shape the
house is in.  The oldest member of the family is the only permanent
resident there and refuses to leave.  My boyfriend invited me to stay
there one night, and with out any second thoughts I agreed.  I was
told by him that night while we were watching tv that he, when he was
younger, had been watching tv on the couch in the living room.  The
stairs that led to the second floor where off the LR and are a tight,
sharp, turn incline.  He told me he was about to go to bed and had
started up the stairs, when he turned the sharp corner to complete
the climb and a man dressed in old fashion military clothing was
standing on the top.  The man just smiled at him tipped his hat and
vanished.  I kinda laughed it off, but I am a serious believer and
was completly freaked out.  When we went to bed in the very first
room at the top of the stairs, I knew that I was not going to be able
to sleep.  When you reach the top of the stairs the hall devides into
a V shape and bedrooms and a bath room are off the halls. Every
window in the house is completely covered so the upstairs is very
eery  After about an hour of no sleep and hiding my head under the
covers I woke my boyfriend and told him I wanted to go home because I
was scared.  He laughed and told me to look in the corner at what he
was seeing.  I was about to wet myself, I refused and turned and
faced the wall.  All was pretty quite after about 15 mins and my
boyfriend was fast asleep.  I tried to clear my mind and fall asleep
when suddenly out of no where I heard faint running footsteps up and
down the Vshaped hall, past our door over and over again.  I tried to
be really quiet to find out what it could possibly be when I heard,
along with the running, a little boy calling 'mommy' in an innocent,
but lost sounding manner.  This continued for a few minutes and I
woke my BF again to report it to him and he only laughed at me and
said go to sleep or you may hear the other things that go on in the
house.  That was enough for me, hugely pregnant and one of the only 2
white people probably in the whole area, I got out of the house and
sat on the porch until my BF took me home.  The next day he called me
and laughed at me, he has grown up in the house and is accustomed to
the sounds and sightings.  One other thing he told me is sightings of
his father in the living room.  5 Months before I met him his father
had died from failing organs.  Since his father died, he told me that
he has had several mornings that he woke up, went down stairs past
through the living room where his dad was seated at the couch, into
the kitchen.  His father, before dieing, every morning would sit on
the couch and when my BF would wake, his father would ask for a cup
of hot tea before going to work.  On these occasions since his death,
my BF never gave it a second thought and when he would return to the
LR to give his father the tea he was gone.  He would realize what had
happened and become over welmed with emotion.  I can honestly say the
occurances we both had were true and crazy.  We both believe that the
ghosts of his family members will forever haunt the home and
therefore he refuses to make any changes or get rid of the house for
as long as he lives

My Cemetery Story

By: Nolesrules@aol.com

I have always been a nonbeliever, that is until my experience in 1992.
I was an employee at a pizza place then. After we would close, my friends and I would sit around the resteraunt and talk "friend" talk.
Well this particular night we were telling ghost stories. One of my friends asked us if we had ever been to "Howard Road Cemetary"? He then told us that he was chased by something that was about 5 feet tall, running upright, with beady red eyes.
We laughed at him, so he told us he would take us there. Well, it was 2am, and I don't believe there was much light out. The place was in the middle of the country. We could here coyotes howling in the background. There was a wooden fence in an "L" shape, with what appeared to be old tombstones like from western movies, beyond the fence.
Outside of the fence there was what looked like a square hole in the ground with concrete walls and floor. My friend told us it used to be a church in the 1920's to 50's. In the 60's and 70's they used to do drugs there, and in the 80's there were satanic worshiping there. The townsfolk burned down the church after they found out.
After shining the flashlight down looking at the graffitti on the walls, I hollered "LOOK!!" Beyond the fence, in the cemetary, there appeared to be one grave that was glowing a bright green glow. It was like the color of those glowsticks that you use, a bright green illuminating glow. We jumped in our car and sped off, too frightened to stick around to see what it was.
About six months later, a friend and I were sitting in the break room having lunch with a new employee. She was telling us about an experience she had when she was younger. I turned to my friend and simply said, "well that's nothing compared to our cemetary story", when the newer employee said "you're not talking about Howard Road Cemetary are you?" I asked what did she know about Howard Road cemetary, when she told us her sister and a friend was chased by something five feet tall, with beady red eyes.
I have never found out what the green glow was about. i've searched online, reading sites such as these. After opening my mind up, I have had other experiences since. I have read stories about the beady red eyes before (sends chills up my spine every time), but am looking for answers with the glow.

Something was There

By: michael.divita@verizon.net

As a child, in West Virginia, I would get this feeling while lying in bed something was in my room.  I would not be able to talk but my covers would be pulling away from me and I felt as if I had to hold them up.  When I was around 5 or 6 my teacher read Casper the friendly Ghost.  I thought he was cool so that night, after being put to bed I thought of him and gave out a "whooo" sound and was answered by an adult sounding version.  Clear as day, I could still hear my mom and grandparents downstairs talking, uninterrupted by this event.  Years later, around 12 or 13 and a new house, I exited the shower in the daytime.  I opened the door and began walking towards my room and saw a green hazy figure standing in front of me.  I kept walking not registering what I am looking at.  It began backing up and just as I walked into it and realized I think its a ghost, it throws an arm up to block me but I am in it and its gone.  I was cold at this point.  Near the same time line, as I am graduating away from toys, I am up in my room counting how many plastic army men I collected over the years for whatever reason.  It is after midnight and my parents and sister are downstairs asleep.  From the hallway outside my room I hear "Michael!"  The voice was deep, loud and sounded like the dubbed demonic voice from a horror movie.  Scared, I slammed my door, flipped out the lights and jumped under my covers.  Why this was the thing to do, I don't know.  When I was 18 and living with my dad in NY, I had one of those dreams you bounce in bed and wake up.  I laughed at myself, looked at the alarm clock which went from 0313 to 0314.  When I looked back upwards, I saw a tremendously large gray fellow standing in my bed.  Its back was towards me and it turned around to look at me.  It then said "Oh your awake.  Goodbye."  The voice was the same as the "Michael" voice.  It even leaned towards me when speaking and was in my face.  I couldn't;to move or speak but it instantly disappeared and then I screamed.  That was the last I saw heard etc. of an of these things.  The two I remember seeing, green and gray, had no features, only shapes.  The green seemed harmless but gray was frightening.  Gray had a funny shaped head too.  Gray was the only one to talk. I am 33 now and a police officer and still believe this really happened.  I have heard of being partially asleep and hallucinating and being paralyzed but I was awake when I walked into green and wake when I heard my name called.
 

By: Blackwatch42RHR@aol.com
 
Several years ago,when I worked for the Pittsburgh Police Dept.I was working the 3-11 shift when I was assigned to patrol Point State Park.This piece of ground is called "The Point",is bordered by the three rivers,and was the spot where George Washington said was a good place to build a fort in 1754.It was turning dark while I was sitting in my patrol car outside of the Fort Pitt Museum and Blockhouse.Suddenly,I saw what looked like a company of Scottish soldiers marching into the point.Around 100 yards away,I saw French soldiers and indians running towards them into battle.As there was nobody else around,I thought that it was great that I had a front row seat to this battle reenactment(which was a common event in the park).I remember a lot of smoke from the muskets firing,and the combatants dispersing.The next day I went into the museum before it closed at 5pm and told them how much I liked their reenactment.The Curator got a strange look on his face and told me that there weren't any reenactments scheduled until the following weekend!I didn't think anything of it until much later when I studied the French & Indian War.I learned that before Fort Pitt was built,the French had used George Washington's idea and built Fort Duquesne in the point.The British tried to take it on three different occasions,the last being during "The Battle of Grant's Hill" in 1758 when Major James Grant sent his Highlanders to take the French fort and were defeated.I learned that after this battle,some of the prisoners(British & Provincials)were tomahawked or burned at the stake by the French Indians.Another friend on the PD told me that he used to work as a night watchman at Kaufman's Dept.Store that was several blocks away from the point.The store stands where Grant's Hill once stood,while the point is a flat plain.When my colleague was working the graveyard shift,he took his breaks up on the 10th floor of the store where the furniture is displayed.While relaxing on a barco-lounger in the semi-darkness,he would hear disembodied footsteps walking all around him,but never see anyone.The 10th floor you see,is exactly at the same height where the hill would have been!

By: Mrphantom59@aol.com

hello there i came across ur sight with the ghost hauntings a while back and it is a great sight. i have a few things to say , in the shadowlands haunted places listings,   ( ventura county, california, city of oxnard, and santa paula) i have gathered a few tid bits of information about some places listed for oxnard (and a few new ones fron santa paula) well in oxnard the old st johns hospital is beyond haunted it is somewhat unbelievable wat goes on. i myself have seen a few dozen people looking down at me and my passengers from the very top floor at night. a few people i know have seen wheelchairs move by themselves heard heavy footsteps, and ear perceing screams of patients yelling to be releashed. many a person has hauled ass outta there. as for santa paula, there is a road by the name of dairy road, and it is said to be haunted by some sort of half man half goat (chevoman in spanish) i thought it was a urban legend but many people i know has encountered something along the lines of it or knows someone who seen the creature. (the road is creepy too). there is more but ill find out and send any info to ur websites to be added in ur inventory. thanks for hearing what i have to say.

Cranky Old Man

By: mia.k.wedeking@wamu.net

This story happened to my sister.  She called me one morning scared to
death.
My sister and her boyfriend live in this old house on a corner.  Her
boyfriend told us that when he walked to school and pass by this house
this old cranky man would stand outside to make sure the kids did not
walk on his lawn.  All the kids would play pranks on him etc. (this was
when he was in jr. high school).  Well years passed by and he noticed
the house was for rent.  He checked it out and found out the old man was
put up in a retirement home by his kids.  Well, my sister and her
boyfriend moved in not too long after that. After a few weeks went by
one morning after her boyfriend went to work at about 5:00am she heard
footsteps walking down the hall coming towards the bedroom door.  At
first she thought her boyfriend came back because he forgot something,
then she looked out her bedroom window and noticed his car was not
there.  She thought maybe it was an intruder that came in through the
back door so she ran and hid in the closet.  After a few moments the
house was quiet and she got enough nerve to check it out.  Well, the
back door was locked and she thought maybe she was hearing things.  The
very next morning around 5:00am she heard the same footsteps walking
down the hall towards the bedroom. They stopped and then she heard the
bathroom door open.  This happened almost every morning after her
boyfriend would leave.  She would get so scared that she would lay there
in fright.  Well, come to find out the old man died not too long after
they moved into the house.  She called me up one morning scared to
death.  I told her next time you hear those footsteps. Open the bedroom
door and tell him that you are living there now and you will make sure
that you and your boyfriend will take care of the house and that you
will not let anybody walk on the lawn so he can go to the light now and
rest in peace.  (sounds crazy, I know).  Well, she did just that (she
was scared to death to open the door, but she did, she had me on the
phone).  Sure enough she has not heard those footsteps for over a
year.   My sister and my mother must be sensitive types because they
have these sorts of things happen throughout their lives.
Unfortunately, I have never seen or heard a ghost but for some reason I
seem to be surrounded by people who have strange experiences and my
sister always asks me what to do and then it stops.  Also, everynight
between 5 and 6pm I get 3 phone calls where there is nobody there.  I
sit and listen for a good 30 seconds until the phone dies.
 

By: reggaerat79@hotmail.com
 

You previously posted my experiences.  One of them was about the “Black
Man.”  I had forgotten about this.  I really don’t know how, since my
godbrother likes to remind me about it every once in a while.  Anyway.  My
friends cousin was in town.  Her cousin has a daughter that she brought with
her.  We were all at my parents house one day.  My godbrother and I were
sitting in the living room on the couch that faces the kitchen.  My friend,
her cousin, and my sister were somewhere in the living room, but right now I
can’t pinpoint where exactly.  Well, the little girl, who was about four or
five, was in the kitchen just playing.  She was talking to someone and my
godbrother jokingly asked her who she was talking to.  She replied,
“Carlos,” as she looked over at us over the sink.  “He used to sleep in your
room, but he doesn’t anymore,” she said looking at me and my sister (we’ve
always shared a room in this house).  My heart just dropped and the blood
drained out of me.  I coudn’t even speak!  My godbrother asked her what
“Carlos” looked like.  She told him that he was tall and had curly hair.
(Just like the “Black Man”).  He started to get scared.  She said other
things, but I can’t remember now.  I think she said that he had slept in my
parents room or in the living room also, but he didn’t anymore.  My
godbrother asked her if he was still there and she said yes.  Again, I was
so freaked out I didn’t hear much else.  Her mother said that they had a
friend named Carlos but he didn’t have curly hair.  Could it be that
coincidental that the “Black Man” and “Carlos” fit the same description?  I
never investigated about the house.  I know my parents bought it and we were
the first ones to live in it, but who knows what was in this area.  Well,
that’s my experience.
 

By: mackie182000@yahoo.co.uk

Two years ago my brother was playing football out in the back garden when he suddenly looked up in to his bedroom window. There looking out at him was an old lady. He went and told our mum, who went up stairs to investigate and there was no-one up there. Then a couple of months later it was about 11.30 at night, I was watching t.v in my bedroom when suddenly I heard this scream. I went into my brothers bedroom, and there he was sitting at the bottom of his bed and this old lady was standing over him (like your mum does when she checks your temperature). Then, when my mum came in, the old lady turned round smiled and vanished. My mum then started to cry, when I asked she told me to come into her bedroom. She got out a photo book and there was the old lady in one of the pictures.
 

By:   kiix@hotmail.com
 

This has proven to be harder to write that I thought it would be.  I am a Native American
My family is traditional, so the presence of the supernatural was always accepted.
This doesn't mean that I ain't a big scaried cat.  My mother, sister and brother have
always had the 'luck' to see spirits.  My father had been raised a strict anglican however
he was open to more traditional customs and in the end returned to the old ways.  I don't
see spirits, i hear them and can feel them and spirits/energy seem to like me.
I have tons of stories but I will only relay two incidents today.
One deals with the old victorian house our office used to
be located at in London Ontario Canada.  This house was built back in 1880's and i just love the woodwork and tin ceilings inside.  What you make up for in wood you loose in plumbing amendities.  Anyways, I was working late one night on the second floor and I could hear children laughing, screaming in fun and I didn't think anything of it.  There was a daycare just up the street and then I realized that it was pretty darn dark for anyone to be still at daycare.  I checked out one of the front windows and the daycare was dark.  I could still hear the kids so I went around the offices checking to see if anything was around.  There were  no children to be seen anywhere.  This had happened for months and I had not thought anything of it because it was happening when the sun was still up...I thought it was next door. I went to a healing event and at one of the sessions there was a respected traditional healer I asked him about the kids and some other things that had happened.  My boss past suddenly and and knew that he was stopping by -- he loved popcorn and I could get whiffs of it once in a while.  I would just tell him hi and I needed to get work done and the presence would leave. Back to the children, I was told that it was a boy and girl who had passed away more than a 100  years ago in a nearby house.  They saw me and liked me and wanted to play because I looked like a fun person.  The office moved not long after that.  The few times I have gone back to the old
office, it's just like they're waiting and I start hearing the laughter and squeals again.
Before the office moved, I had acquired a dog--don't touch a stray puppy unless you really really want a dog!!  Needless to say, I moved out to the country with my new puppy and was renting a house.  This meant that I was driving about one hour one way to work.  I didn't mind the drive, it was MY time. One day I had gotten a Joanne Shenandoah cd and was playing it in the car.  She was singing
a traditional song in the language and I was attempting to sing along with her when someone from the empty back seat of my car decided to start singing along with me.  Her voice was just right off my shoulder and she had a pure clear "young" voice.  I almost drove into the ditch!!
I said out loud, "I'm glad you like the song, but don't sing in the car again."  I felt
silly talking to myself but my heart was beating a mile a minute.  I shut the cd off and
drove home in silence cause I was scared and shaking.  I said, i believe, i didn't say I was
overly brave.
I have more stories, maybe I'll find time to add them in later.

All True Stories

By: JBlondie0328@aol.com
 

I've got several stories - relatively short in nature that I've experienced or my family has experienced.  I am deeply interested in this subject but it's hard to tell non-believers since they'll just ridicule me.
I have never 'seen" a ghost.  I've heard them. And it's not like they make clanking sounds or doors opening or closing.  It's not like they are walking or you hear footsteps.  The only thing I can relate it to is if I know there's no one physically there but it seems like someones come into the room.  For example, in the first house my parents owned, I'd come home from school and mom would be downstairs or outside and I'd swear she just come out of the hallway. I'd look up and no one would be there.  Same thing with a house that I rented a few years ago.  The feeling that someone came into the room but no ones there.  And it never frightens me.
As far as stories go, here's two that I experienced that were odd.
I worked for an Insurance Co that was around for awhile.  I worked in a desk at the front of the office with about 30-40 people behind me.  Being in the front, I could see everyone in the office at all times.  I was working on the computer and it sounded like someone coming down the hall.  I looked up and again no one was there.  I didn't think anything about it, maybe I just missed the person walking by.  I went to lunch with my boss and friend.  For some reason, I said, "I think we have a ghost in our office." And I laughed, nervously, waiting for the ridicule.  My boss and my friend stopped cold and looked at me.  My boss said "Have you heard that story about so and so(I can't remember the name they gave). I said no and they proceeded to tell me about a claims adjuster who killed himself in the building years back.  That was really spooky.
The next story is about my best friends mothers house.  My best friend Amanda still lived with her mom and she had a 3 yr named Thomas.  They just moved into this house at the time.  Sharon, Amanda's mom, told me that Thomas usually said he talks to his "friends" in the kitchen and his bedroom.  Figuring he's just being a toddler and has imaginary playmates, she's always ignored him.  But Sharon proceeds to tell me that one night, she got up to get a glass of water from the kitchen.  As she's walking through the living room, she swears that Thomas grabbed leg.  She turned on the light to chastise him for being out of bed and he's not there.  She went into Thomas' room and he was sleeping.  For a few years, Thomas always pointed to the kitchen cabinets and said his "friends" live in there.  Not the cabinets near the floor, the ones above the sink and stove!
2 more then I'm done.
My uncle John lives in Winston Salem NC.  He used to work at the old RJ Reynolds home "Tanglewood" in Clemmons NC.  He worked in the kitchen and had heard some other people had encounters with ghosts in the dining room.  Being a non-believer, he shrugged them off.  Until one night he and one other were preparing for a banquet the next day.  They set all the chairs upside down on the table so first thing in the morning, they could wax the floors.  They put away everything in the kitchen and left for the night.  When they came back the next day, the kitchen had all the utensils out on the counters and pots and pans laid everywhere and all the chairs were down on the floor.  They weren't set neatly where they go, just all over the place in random fashion.  I don't know whether to believe Uncle John on this one but he said it happened and he doesn't believe in ghosts.
This last story is scary and my Uncle Joey swears it's true.  He actually gets mad at me when I tell him he must have been sleeping.
About 10-15 years ago, my uncle still lived with my grandparents.  He lived downstairs off the garage.  He said he was sleeping and woke up when he heard someone coming in from the garage.  He said he heard what sounded like a dog sniffing around the living room outside his bedroom.  The sniffing got louder as it came to his door. The door never opened and he said the sniffing grew louder as the animal seemed to be in his room.  It sniffed around and it smelled really foul.  By this time, Uncle Joey was terrified and had slid from his bed and into the crack between his bed and the wall with his hands over his head.  The animal seemed to jump on the bed, still sniffing, and it was right over his bed, breathing heavily.  He said he felt his hair move each time it breathed.  Then it left abruptly out of the room.  He said he stayed there between the bed and wall for a good 3 hours. When he felt like he could move, he turned on all the lights and looked around.  All the doors were closed and the garage door was locked from the inside.  He swears it was some devil dog because of the smell of it.
Thank you for letting me share my experiences.

We didn't go back in!

By: Rtbeebe@aol.com
 

I'm 10 years old. This happened to me when I was 9. I was at my Nana's house
downstairs in her basement. The basement had wood going up and down the walls
and in the back there was a bar,  and next to the bar was a Christmas tree
dressed up like an  alien(for what reason i don't know). In front of the bar
was a tv and a living area,  and next to the living area was a pool table and
stairs. My cousin Steven and I were downstairs watching tv when I saw the
shoulder part of Steven's shirt begin to crumple and pull up by unseen hands.
I yelled and felt something pull me up the same way. We turned around to see
what it was. We saw the chandelier on the ceiling spin real fast and it
wouldn't stop. Then,  we saw a ghost with a long cape floating around it. It
flew into the tree, and the tree moved around like the chandelier and the
face of the alien costume on the tree looked at us strange. Steven and I ran
as fast as we could upstairs and went to go sit into the car...we were
screaming in the car and wouldn't go back inside. We stayed in the car for
two hours..we didn't go back in

Underwood Devil???

By: Faqstaq187@aol.com

i have seen the devil i think, its gonna sound strange i know but this really happened to me.  when i was young ,,about 10 years old, i was with my grandmother driving all around town looking for some halloween costume
and was having a problem locating a store with anything worth a damm.
finally we settled for a local k-mart store,,.we bought my costume and were heading home ,then my grandmother said she was going to stop for a pizza
at the local pizza hut.that was cool with me,, i was starving. so we pulled into the parkinglot  of the pizza hut and my grandma told me to wait here and not get out of the car cus it was dark,,back then everyone was left in the car??i guess..
so in she went. i was ok just listening to the radio when sumthin caught my attention to the right just behind the pizza hut. the area was wooded and dark ,just as it is to this day.all but this strange red glow inside this cove of trees. i was now
taken in by the bright flickering light and watched in amazement as the light took on the form of flames ,sparks and finaly took on a human form.well,,almost human
it looked more like electricity "lightning" and it started to dance and jump around in some super fast unnatural way..it looked like a verry thin red creature"the devil"
this will sound corny but i swear it looked like that damm uderwood deviled ham devil, you know,,the one on the can..this was real. suddenly the thing was at my window just looking at me as if to say....i know you see me ,,and i see you....
man i crawled over the seat into the back and cowwered on the floorboard  until
my grandma came out and had to calm me down .it took her a while but she finaly got throuhg to me and i came around,,then we went home. i told her what happened to me and she got mad and told me i should not speak of such things.
but  i tell you i was not a troubled kid with a big imagination,or crazy.. this just happened to me,,just sumthin i was meant to see.this goes alot further as i got older ..i am now 31 years old and it still freaks me out ,but it feels good to finaly tell someone else about it. thanx for your time.     m. hayes       s.a. texas.
      oh yeah,,,the pizza hut is still there as r the wooded area behind it ,,so if you ever want to have a look maby u will get lucky and have a show put on for yourself...??

The Woman In Red

By: devixition@hotmail.com

My freshmen year in highschool, as I was walking home, I decided to take a different way by the city park.  A beautiful, warm summer day in the middle of New Mexico.  As I was walking down the sub-division, I noticed an adobe house at the end of the street.  Nothing unusual about the small house, a black curtain blowing in the breeze though a sliding glass door.  At a second glance I saw something different, a woman standing just outside of the house.  She was pretty, tall in a red shimmering dress, black curly hair and no shoes.  Thinking nothing of it, I nodded to her and went on my way.  At the end of the sub-division was a half torn down fence connecting to the park.
I continued to get the feeling that someone was watching me, I had no intention of looking back.  Inside the park, sitting on the merry-go-round I felt that something was terriblely wrong.  The wind suddenly died down, casting a quick glance toward my right to see that same woman walking  toward me.  Waited a moment or two and looked again, she was still there, getting even closer.  That is when I picked up my back pack and took off.  I did not stop running till I got home.  I told my mother and sister about it, my sister was understanding while my mother thought it was a phase I was going though.
Later that night three of our friends came over, we all decided to go to the park and play basketball.  My sister and I, we figured that the woman would either be gone or that maybe it wasn't real after all.  After playing ball for a hour or so, we all jumped on the merry-go-round.  One of the guys, would push us and then hop on and we all stared up at the sky till we got dizzy.  In an instant four out of the five of us, we all looked at each other and we knew something was not right.  My sister and I, jumped off of the  merry-go-round and headed for the car.  Two of our friends were right behind us in seconds, then we were alright in the car and waited on the last of our company.
As the car was turning back onto the street, I looked back and there she was walking through the gate, following behind us.  We raced around town trying to find a safe place to hind.  We went to a church, but the gates were locked to the parking lot so we could not get in.  Ending up back at my house, all five of us sat in the car to frighted to get out.  Not ten feet away from us, in the woods on the other side of the allyway, she just stood there.  After ten or fifteen mintues we knew we had to make a run for it, at the count of three we just ran.
She stayed right outside the house, until our friends went home.  Driving home our friends were still pretty scared.  One of the guys looked out of his side window, and there she was floating beside the car smiling at him.  For days she stayed afew feet away from where ever I was.  I could not sleep very well, she kept entering my dreams.  One night the spirit that lived in our house came to me while I slept.  I was asleep in the living room, right where I fell.  Our residental ghost was named Fred,  as I woke up from one of the nightmares she ran rampent through, there he was.  Standing at the end of my blanket just watching over me.  As if already in a dream I drifted off to sleep, not long to awake again.
This time when I awoke Fred was standing guard at the door, keeping her on the other side of it.  With a look from the door to me, in his eyes I seen a look that told me he was trying to help.  The next time I woke he was laying beside me.
After that I consitered him my guardian angel, because throw anything eles I went Though he was right there by my side.
 

By: sunstrike20@hotmail.com

I was watching tv and my tv turned off there was a light switch to tun off
the tv behind me and it kept shutting off i thought it was my brother but
then after he came inside so i was watching tv again i turn around pretty
fast i saw this white hand reach from around the corner and turn the switch
off the tv turned off i was freaked out so bad i went outside for 2 hours
after that happened.

The Visitor in the Hotel Room
 

By: tjacobs@minolta.ca

In 1997 I was participating in a beauty pageant in my home country (Zimbabwe) - All the pageant contestants were staying at the Sheraton Hotel for the night - there were a total of 20 girls from all over the country staying there that night - and there were two girls per room.. the funny thing is that all the other girls got rooms with 2 beds in them except for myself and my roommate ...  Anyway what followed I did not see - but my roommate was quite freaked out the next morning...
I was the first night we spent at the hotel and I had the most beautiful beaded dress that my aunt had bought for me... now I'm quite an outgoing person and I wanted to show my dress off to the other girls before the show - so I went to the around visiting the other girls room's laughing and joking with them  ... I returned to my room pretty late and my roommate was already in bed - so I put my dress away and crawled into be and fell into a deep sleep...
The next morning my roommate was rather pissed with me - she told that it was inconsiderate of me to bring my friends in the room late at night when she was trying to sleep... I told her I hadn't come in the room with anyone ... (and I hadn't) - she told me to stop messing around and that there had been someone else in the bed with us - I asked her what she meant - she told me that she was feeling crowded in the bed and so she woke up and there was another girl sitting on the bed between us and when my roommate turned to fix here headscarf the girl giggled jumped off the bed and ran out of the room...  My roommate said she just went back to bed after that (coz she thought we were being silly)... and she knows she woke up because she had adjust her headscarf (that had come loose while she was sleeping)... I assured my roommate that I had not brought anyone in the room and anger turned into fear - she got really freaked out and told me to stop messing around... coz ... if I didn't bring this girl in our room (and I didn't) then who did?  This is one of those hotels with an access card so the door locks from the outside automatically and you can't get in without an access card... My roommate was very unsettled by this because back home people believe very much in witchcraft and the likes and she thought someone had possibly sent someone (a witch) to jinx me ....  she felt strongly that this thing/person was there for me ...
But that was not the first time that people who have shared a room with me have heard things - before that I was staying at my aunts place and 3 of my cousins were told to sleep in my room .... again I slept like a baby that night - but the next morning when I woke up for work - noone was in my room - I was puzzled and found them all sleeping on the floor in my aunts room - when I asked them why they left they told me that they had heard a sound like a baby's laughter by my window in the night - again I heard nothing - they refused to sleep in my room again....

The Bracelet

By: blackacid55@hotmail.com

Here is a confusing/ghost story I'd love to share with you all:
It was a year or so ago, and I was removing my jewelry since I was about to go into the shower. I placed it on my sink counter, and then I stepped into the shower. A little while later, something caught my eye up above; then I looked down, and my braclet that my friend gave to me was lying on the shower floor. The braclet somehow, mysteriously flew over my shower door. It was a braclet my friend bought for me in Mexico; it was a green colour with a small white flower in it. I was sure that no one else was in the bathroom; I lock the door in the bathroom so no one walks in. Just in case, I asked my mother, sister and father if they came into the bathroom; they replied no. I won't jump to conclusions saying that it was a ghost that came into my bathroom; but it was a little freaky.
 

By: rachel.ward@redcross.org.nz
 

I lived next to a cemetery when I was younger and was constantly scaring
myself with ghosts books and stories of haunting, even though, the thought
of something appearing to me for whatever reason makes me weary.
Here's one that I know is true, as told by my trusted friend who was that
scared afterwards, she was too afraid to tell anyone what happened because
she thought something would happen to her. Names changed and so on
Maree Lissa and Tarni were visiting a friend out in the country located near
Taurunga NZ - the place their friend lived is near an area where there were
a lot of deaths as results of land wars when the British settled and fought
with the Maori inhabitants. It was around 2 in the morning, they had been
drinking, my cousin Lissa wasn't - she gets tired and ends up sleeping so
she refrains. They got a ride to their friends and then the person that
drove them there left to head back into town. Their friend wasn't home and
hadn't bothered to tell them, so they were stuck out in the middle of
nowhere at 2 in the morning with no ride.
They sat and started to think when Tarni needed to go loo, so she wandered
away to find a dignifying bush or whatever, when Lissa looked over to check
where she had gone she saw something that scared her a lot - An Uru Pa, I
don't expect people to know what this is - it's a Maori Burial Ground, just
like any normal cemetery, Tarni was relieving herself by a tree in the
grounds.
Tarni came back, Lissa wasn't too happy and then Maree just went blue and
started shaking, she said she could feel someone watching her and was
staring straight ahead looking scared out of her wits. Lissa told me she
didn't even look up and even though Tarni was spouting off about how the
Maori are full of it she seemed scared too. Maree said she could see a
"Kuia" known in the Maori culture as a very wise and well respected elderly
lady. She was standing not far from them on a hill holding one single white
flower, dressed in a long shirt (as described) sort of gown. Maree said she
couldn't tell whether the Kuia was waving or attempting to shoo them away.
They totally freaked and decided they should just find somewhere to sleep or
hide. Beside the Uru Pa was some broken down machinery - out in the
country - farmers old vehicles etc - they climbed into the cab of an old
truck and huddled together and tried to sleep. Two minutes later they heard
a car pull up, someone got out ran up to the Uru Pa, came back stood right
beside the cab and then left again. This scared them even more so they
started to panic and decided to walk home.
They were running towards the road and saw a car, when Tarni stopped the
car, Lissa saw the "patches" on the drivers arm, he was a member of a gang -
at that time there were younger girls their ages going missing - a lot and
Lissa took the initiative to pull Tarni away. The man looked at them both,
smiled and then winked and drove off.
As they were walking down the road, it was rural remember, native bush and
scrub all around them on a one lane road. Lissa said she sweared that all
she could smell was flowers, then a dead rotten smell like someone was
standing right behind her with an animals carcass in their hands -
literally - she didn't tell her friends, they were scared enough already.
Instead she hailed the nearest car when they got to the main road and
fortunately it was an elderly man that gave them a ride to Lissa's house.
Maree's father had been calling all night and worried that something was
wrong with Maree, he didn't know what it was, but he was calling Lissa's
saying he wanted her home right away.
You can all believe or not believe, it's hard when you don't know the
spiritual values of the Maori Culture - all I know is that they're stupid
for even going to an Uru Pa at night under the influence of alcohol, the
dead should be respected.

Eagle Lake, Texas

By: forevermoore@wcnet.net
 
In December, 2001, my family moved into a house at 200 W. Post Office Street in Eagle Lake, Texas. It is a two-story home that was built in the early 1900's. At one point, this house was used as a bed and breakfast. I do not
know much more of that history. However, during the brief time we lived there, we experienced some unexplained incidents that we decided must be a ghost. During the morning hours, usually between 9 am and 12 noon, heavy
footsteps can be heard throughout the house. They sound like a man's heavy work boots hitting the wooden floors and stairs. There are many cold spots throughout the house, and a constant feeling of being watched.
My sister-in-law did not know about the ghost, and was babysitting one day and heard the footsteps. While discussing this with my husband, a pen flew across the room after my husband referred to the ghost as "Casper". The
children had reported hearing strange noises at night when they went to bed, although after I asked the ghost to stop scaring the kids, the kids did stop hearing things. I suppose that means the ghost was “kid friendly”!
One evening when we returned late, the lights were on upstairs, although I was certain they had been off when we left, and I saw someone’s shadow in an upstairs window, although no one was in the house.
As I said, I do not know any of the history of the house, other than what I told you earlier. There are several “old timers” in town, however, that can probably tell you some things. I do know the house remained empty for several years after the elderly woman who owned it died. I do not know if anyone else has ever witnessed anything in that house. When I discussed the events with some people in town, however, nobody seemed surprised.
 

By: kez_moo@yahoo.co.uk

About 3 years ago I was helping my friend baby-sit her 3 nephews at her sisters house. The house aways had a very eerie presence, and that night I was alone downstairs while she was bathing the boys, no one else was in the house. Just then I called to her and I heard her shout that she was upstairs, so I went up there to see her, she told me to go back downstairs but I really didn't want to be down there alone so I went up despite what she said. Now this seems normal you think? Well...no. It was about six months later when I was thinking about it and I realised that I knew my friend was upstairs so why had I called for her as if she was in the next room? It was because I saw someone out of the corner of my eyes walk past the door and also heard shuffling as if someone ws tidying up. As you can imagine, this was pretty freaky!
Other weird things have hapened in that house before and after this occasion, for example the toilet flushing by its self.
 

Our Haunted House

By: lizstui@bigpond.net.au

When my husband and I were first married we lived in a 100 year old house which is old by our standards here in Australia. It was a really nice house terraced house, the middle house of five. All five were on a hill which sloped down and away from the street frontage so that you went up 3 steps to the verandah and front door and were then on the upper level of the house. There were two bedrooms and a bathroom on the upper level and a full flight of stairs led down to the lower level, the front part of which was almost completely underground (nice in summer). When it was first built our house had had two front entrances, the front door which we still used, and another door underneath the verandah accessed by 3 steps down from the garden - however this area underneath the verandah had been enclosed at some stage and made into a long narrow room with bookshelves on either side of the steps, now only accessible from our lounge-room. Right from the start I noticed this strange room was always cold but passed it off as being due to a combination of being half underground and having been enclosed with glass rather than a more solid material. I was always uncomfortable being in there, nothing I can put my finger on, just a general anxiety not to stay long. Then we started having incidencences of lights turning themselves on and off and needless to say, it was the conservatory light which was the main culprit. At first I just thought I had been forgetting to turn them off then after a few more times, I realised that there might be more to it than that. Then the conservatory light turned itself off right in front of our eyes one night when we were sitting in the the lounge. My blood ran cold - yuk! - my husband, ever the sceptic, tried to come up with an explanation but was stumped.
Lights being turned on and off were the main occurences in that house but there were two other incidents that are worth mentioning. One was late at night when lying in bed, the bathroom taps turned themselves on. I know we didnt leave them on as I heard the water start gushing, and besides which, when I went to see what was going on, I found both taps on full bore and we wouldnt have left them like that. Interestingly, our cat was staring at them without moving which I found odd at the time. The second incident was again at night when we were in bed. We heard footsteps - and I dont mean "is it, isnt it?" type foosteps, these sounded as if the person was wearing hobnail boots and they were very certain and sure footsteps  -  come up the front steps, stop at the front door then clump along to our window. My husband, thinking it was a burglar, was out of bed in a flash and threw the curtains open and of course there was nothing there. Again, the eerie thing about it was our cat bushed her fur up to twice her size and let out one of those goddawful keening yowls - the kind they make when they are scared silly - I think she scared me more than our "ghost". Anyway, we moved out after a year and my husband still tries to write the whole thing off as possums, faulty wiring and faulty plumbing - what more proof does the man need? :-)
 

By: gebby_girl123@hotmail.com

I  am only 12 years old and i have the scariest house EVER! Well  a scary
STORY to tell. My house is the oldest in my little town. And many things
have gone on here over the 204 years it has been standing. Around early
1900's, a small boy drown in a well, that was once in our back yard. Also,
in the 1950's a man  hung himself in our house, we aren't sure where but i
have a 8 foot tall ceilinng and it is possible that he hung himself in MY
room.
I have seen the ghosts several times over the past 2 years. I think the
scariest one was one night the day before the first day of school, I'v
always had trouble sleeping on the night before school starts. It was 2 in
the morning, and i was scaredm of the dark so, i was staring straight at my
wall, i losed my eays for a split second, and... when i opened them...i saw
the scariest thing ever...a bright white face staring straight back at me! I
shut my eays at tight as i could and went to sleep, when i woke up there was
a small handprint on my sheet.
I have seen only one other really SCARY time was when i was ging back to
school after christmas break, i can also never sleep that night either. Well
since my house is so old my, floors creak when ever anyone walks right
outside my room. and they made a specific sound that only a human makes when
they walk there, the dogs aren't heavy enough and don't make any sound when
they walk over the floor there. I can see straight out my door from my bed,
and that's how i know this was a ghost, the floor was creaking like crazy
and there was nothing there! I then heard footsteps in my room, again i
close my eays as tight as i could and went to sleep. When i woke up my
carpet had been thrown under my bed.
Nothing this serious has ever happened in ym house since then , and i'm
glad. Thanks for listening.

Newnan, Georgia - Old Slave Museum

By: sthompson@franchiseopportunities.com

My great aunt owned two old shotgun houses from the mill village days.  They were both identical.  She lived in one of the houses and rented out the other house.  When I was in high school in the late 1980s she had to kick a guy out that was renting the house for non-payment.  After he left I and my high school girlfriend went in the house one night to see what kind of mess he had left.  It was dark, but probably not very late.  The power was out so we had to use a flashlight.  In the middle room of the small house was a pentagram burned into the floor.  When I saw it I had a vision in my head of the room being red, maybe from candle light, and a group of people standing around the image.  They were all wearing black.  I was a little freaked out by the image, but tried not to think about it.  Then my girlfriend said she just had a terrible thought.  She then explained to me the exact thing I had just seen in my head.  Then I was really freaked out.  We left quickly.
The house remained empty and a few years ago my aunt died and the house was donated to a historical society in Newnan, Georgia.  It has now been moved to the site of an old slave graveyard and is used as a museum and headquarters.  I have not spoken with anyone there yet, but a friend told me that the staff has experienced some very odd things in the house.  They found two very unique crosses in the attic.

The Girl in White

By: freakz_rule_all@hotmail.com

Im a 14 year olf male, and i live in a small town in California, Vallejo.
When i was 12, i had a loft bed, and below it was my work desk.  i stayed up
one night to about 11:00 at night drawing, and then i went to bed.  at about
1:00 AM, i was awoked by a noise on my wall, on the upper part of my bed, so
i looked up, and i saw a girl. She had a white glow to her, and she had
blonde hair, and she was dressed in a white dress, like the ones from a long
time ago.  she was very pretty, and all she did was smile.  i was scared at
the time, so i hid under my covers.  A week later, she appeared again, but
this time, she had on more modern cloths, like jeans and a t-shirt, but i
knew it was the same girl because of the smile.  That was the last time i
ever saw her, but i will never forget seeng the girl in white.   I told my
grandmother this, because she is a big beliver in ghosts, and she belives
that it was my guardian angel, but im not sure what it was.

By: stacie_o@hotmail.com

Hi my name is Shauna and when my daughter died she was only 3 years old and i was scared to death that she wasnt going to understand what was happening.  ABout an hr before she passed away she grabbed my hand and started naming all these people that she wanted me to tell them that she loved them.  I didnt understand what she was doing this for and why.  It later hit me that she knew she was going to pass away and she was warning me.  I was so worried and upset because I didnt tell her that God would take care of her and that she would be okay up there with him.  A few days later I was sitting in the living room by myself and I saw her in this beautiful white dress that I had never seen before and she looked up at me and said, " Look mommy, I'm okay now.  Look Im okay!"  I started crying.  That was the first and the last time I ever saw her but I often feel her touch and can smell her late at night.
Thank You for your time
 

By: sframke@hotmail.com

This past weekend my mom and I were talking. Somehow we got around to the
subject of ghosts. Mom mentioned that last Thursday (1 week ago today) she
was wrapping presents for my niece's 4th birthday. She looked at her watch
because she wanted to make sure not to forget to turn the TV to "Friends,"
as it was on the Mariners game. No sooner had she thought that when she
suddenly heard the show come on. She looked over and saw that it was on. She
asked my step-dad if he had turned it, but he said he hadn't. He was in the
kitchen. She initially thought maybe it was a re-run on the channel she had
been watching. But she realized they wouldn't have "Friends" on Fox Sports
Channel. She then decided to turn it to NBC, but it was on the same show,
since it was already on the correct channel. She then hit the "last" button
on her remote and it went back to the M's game. Somehow the TV had changed
itself right when my mom thought about "Friends." Hmmmm......

Louisville, Key

By: Kim.Durall@ivyhill-wms.com

I lived in a house that was built directly behind a cemetery. I never really had any problems living in the house until one evening in October- or so.  I remember it being incredibly humid outside  and I knew there was going to be a thunderstorm.  My dogs (three Black Labradors) were acting really nervous as well.  Later on in the evening (after dark), Missy, my smallest Lab came in the living room and was barking at ONE AREA (maybe 12 inches by 12 inches in diameter)  in the house (staring up at the ceiling), and in the VERY same area- I smelled something burning.  My husband went and looked in the attic to see if maybe something was burning up there- but there was nothing going on.  The burning smell later went away and the dogs calmed down.  That night, say, around 10 or so, my husband went to bed. there was a CRAZY thunderstorm that night with LOUD thunder and BRIGHT lightning.   I stayed up for a little while and watched TV (still nervous about the burning smell).  Before I went to bed, I blew out the three candles I had lit. As I ALWAYS make sure my candles are completely burned out- I always would lick my thumb and my middle finger to make sure the flames would go completely out.  I laid in the bed and I hear music playing.  It was my answering machine!  It was just playing music over and over and over again.  I got up and checked the phone- everything was as it should be.  I went back to bed.  No sooner than I had laid down- the fire alarm went off!  (now this alarm ran on batteries- so electricity could not of been a factor).  Scared as all get-out- I got up and got the alarm to stop.  I went back to bed.  The next morning I asked my husband if he heard all the noises and he said he did- but he was in such a deep sleep that he couldn't make himself get up...  (I think he was just SCARED!!).  I told him how scared I was and how I wanted to move and he thought I was over reacting.  I turned all the lights on in the dark living room and walked him to the front door and kissed him goodbye.  When I turned around to go into the kitchen- I saw the three candles lit. The candles were NOT lit before my husband left the house.  I grabbed my clothes and my make up bag and got in my car until it was time for me to go to work. I cried cause I was so scared.  The house never felt the same.  I called my brother in law- I wont get into his story, for confidentiality purposes, but he said that he had felt an 'energy' in my house before.  He said it wasn't an evil energy- but it was most definitely an energy and that the storm we had experienced the night before was a very powerful one and he had no doubt that there was something in my house that night.
 

By: luvs2auction@msn.com

When I was 21 years old I became a Certified Nursing Assistant and started my career working grave yard in a nursing home.  By this time I had been firm believer in the ghost, but haven't really had anything other then light going on and off, things moving across the room right before your eyes, footsteps and the normal stuff that people see and hear.  Nothing too scary at this point.
Anyway, some of my co-workers told me about this one room that was once occupied by a resident who passed away in that room.  When I was working there the room was used as conjugal visit room, but no one ever used it as such the short time I was working there.  They told me that every night 2 am the call light would go off all on it's own.  Also, that the last person who was in the room died in that room and she would turn on her call light every night as 2 am.  Some were laughing as they were telling me this so, I blew it off as a they were playing a joke on the new person.
Well, each night the call light would go on in that room at 2 am.  I would walk into a empty room to turn it off.  Still thinking it was just my co-workers playing a trick on me to see if they would get the best of me.  Well, one night I decided that I would just go and unplug the call light and taped a little note to cord that said something to the lines that the trick isn't working and I am not scared.  I can't remember what exactly it was over 8 years ago.
2 am came and the call light went off.  Thinking that who ever turned it on, just plugged it back in. When I walked in the room I didn't noticed anything out of the ordinary at first until I reached up to turn off the call light and it was still unplugged but yet going off.  I had to plug it back in to turn it off because it wouldn't turn off when I tried.  That was when I noticed that it looked like some one was laying on top of the bed and grayish misty shape to go long with it. At first I was scared and started to get the heck out of the room,  When I turned to run out of the room I tripped and landed in a sitting position on the other bed.  I tried to get up, but I couldn't. The grayish figure got up and moved towards me, reached out to me and I felt a hand on my shoulder.  As the I felt the touch on my shoulder all my fears went away and I heard a voice say.  "Don't worry dear, I wont hurt you."  Then it faded away.
Shortly after that I switched to swing shift, not from that incident, but because being as young as I was working 10 pm to 6 am didn't fit my party life style at the time.  I had the same section on swing sift as I did the NOC shift.  Sometimes when I would walk past the room I would hear my name being called, when I would look in I would see a transparent woman in the room.  Sometimes standing in front of the window and other laying on the bed.  Each time she would just smile and wav.
Another incident happened when one of my residents started to fade way and was reaching is final days.  I went in to do my rounds and was cleaning him up.  This man hardly ever talked and never responded when you would speak to him.  If he did speak you couldn't make out a thing he said.  When I was just about finished the room started to get this warm and peaceful feeling.  Shortly after this heavenly feeling filled the room the man lifted up his head and said to me.  "Young lady, who is the woman at the foot of my bed?"  Of course I didn't, but I did feel that we weren’t the only ones in the room.  I asked him what she looked like and he replied with.  "Very beautiful…She looks like an angel and she is calling me to her."  I asked him what else he saw.  He told me that there is a tunnel of light behind her and asked me if I thought if he should go with her.  I told yes he should then he said.  "I am going to see my wife soon."  I went to and told the nurse what had just happened.  She just looked at me and smiled, went in to go and check on him to find that he had passed away.

Just Like Me

By: Rtbeebe@aol.com
 

      I have seen a ghost. I have seen her twice. The first time I saw herI
was in my room. I was looking in the mirror doing my makeup and she ran into
my room and then turned back around. I never saw her face, so naturally I
thought it might have been my sister so I walked into her room and checked to
see if it was her. It wasn't her and there wasn't anyone else in the house
except for my sister and me. The reason it couldn't be her is because she was
sitting on her legs in a chair and she had index cards spread in neat little
rows over her thighs. She was studying for a test or something. I then asked
her if she had seen HER? and my sister replied with "No, what are you talking
about?" and I just said nothing. That was the first incidence.
         The second one happened when I was cleaning the dishes after dinner.
The sink faces into the foyer and the livingroom. Well, I was cleaning the
dishes and SHE ran to the front foyer area and I saw her out of the corner of
my eye, but not so far as to the point that I could imagine seeing her. I
dropped my dishes and I tried to follow her, but when I turned the corner
going out of the kitchen she was gone. I thought it might have been my sister
again. I called her name and she answered me. She was in the livingroom on
the couch watching TV in the livingroom...on the opposite side of the house.
That is when I knew I had seen something that was not "real."
 I haven't described what she looked like yet but, she always had straight
brown long hair down the middle of her back exactly like mine and she was
always running. The one thing about her that freaked me out the most is that
she always had my lavender hoodie on whenever she ran. She was wearing my
clothes. why would she be wearing my clothes? I never saw her face. Never.
She wasn't transparent or anything either she was as solid looking as a
living human. I wonder who she was and why she was haunting a new home that
had never had anyone else living in it except my family. I do not know where
she came from and why I was the only person who ever saw her...maybe she
liked me. She never scared me or hurt me. Whenever I saw her I always felt
like it was a game of hide-n-seek or tag and that I wanted to play with
her...needless to say she always won...I never found her.
 

By: tabor_zsabo@hotmail.com

I was in bed at 11:42 on tuesday the 14th of aug, I was in bed with my wife
when I saw something in the corner of the room above the cabinet,, it was
light?? I stood up to look at it and tryed to find where the light might be
comming through a window.. there was no way so.. I looked at the light and
it floated and seemed to move a little but stayed in the same place I went
to turn on the light in our room and when I did that it seemed to suck its
self back into the wall we both saw this happen.. when the lights came on it
didnt go away it just got suck into the wall as if falling into a drain..
and my wife had told me that we were in the room where her Ojisan;
grandfather had lived back in 1912. and we had a small shrine in our houes
to please the ghosts.. I had never in my life seen a ghost till then and
hope that I never have to again ever.. it scared my wife and I so bad that
we moved out of the family house. but then again ive heard that japan is
filled with ghosts.

By: Meca1213@aol.com

A few years back when I was in foster care, I came across a woman with many cats.  I like her alot and so I felt safe and wanted.  she had her 18 year old daughter and her 2 year old son that stayed there with her.  the first night I was there I heard doors slaming, they would open slowly and slam shut real fast.  I thought it was her daughter.  I heard this for many nights and finally I asked my foster mom if she heard the doors opening and slaming.  she said sometimes, then her daughter from across the room said maybe it's him.  I asked who's him, but my foster mom said nothing and walked away.  I then asked her daughter what she ment when she said maybe it's him.  She told me when her mother bought this house the the pervious owner went crazy after his wife dided and shot himself in the basement, and that his soul never left.  MY foster mother over heard this and confronted me with the rest of the story.  she said that the people who comit suicide are angry and confused and some even violent.  My foster mom said she's been seen things like this happen to her all of her life.  In her last apt.  she was doing lanudry and her clothes basket started to move across the floor like it was being draged.  When she first moved in that house she said the ghost would often lock her out when she went to go and get the news paper, and everyone else in the house was asleep.  One days she said when she returned from shopping all her shutters and blinds were open and all the food and cleaners the were in her coubords were everywherer and all cats were locked in one room scared.  well one night I got scared because I heard the doors and I yelled out "knock it off, go away!" and the it all stoped, 1 minute later my bed was shaking as if I was in an earthquake.  In the corner of my room I saw a half a man standing there watching me, but he was fuzy kind of a black shadow, but the eyes were so clear.  I ran to my foster mothers room and slep there.  later the year I moved out, but I wont ever forget what happened.
 

By: QueenDefender84@aol.com

A private residence.  My gramma's house.  It's haunted by the ghost of a man who's been around for a long time.  My Mom's been seeing him since she was about 15 and I saw him myself when I was 5.  He makes his presence known by making noise.  He'll make it sound like the water's running when it's not, the garage is being openend when it's not, and he'll ring the doorbell.  When you go to answer it, no one's there.  He has periods of "sleep" where he's inactive.  We're in the middle of one right now that's been going on for about five years.  That's about all.  Oh, and I went to MVHS in Murrieta for three years, I happen to know what a haunting feels like.  The only part that could possibly be haunted is the gymnasium and it's a residual haunting.  Just a replay.  Nothing more.

By: Anonymous

I WROTE YOU A COUPLE OF DAYS AGOTELLING ABOUT MYSELF HEARING THINGS IN MY HOME AND GETTING SWEET GRASS FROM A FRIEND. I TOOK YOUR ADVICE AND MY FRIENDS AND I HAVE NOT HEARD ANYTHING SINCE. ANYWAY, I JUST THOUGHT OF  A STORY MY MOTHER TOLD ME A FEW YEARS BACK. YEARS AGO WHEN I WAS 2. MY DAD'S DAD PASSED AWAY AT A YOUNG AGE. I WAS HIS LITTLE BUNNY. I DON'T KNOW HOW LONG IT WENT ON FOR, BUT HEAR IT IS. THEY HAD A SUIT FOR GRANDPA HANGING IN THE KITCHEN THE NIGHT BEFORE HIS FUNERAL. WHEN THEY WOKE THE NEXT DAY, IT WAS ALL OVER THE FLOOR. WHEN THEY WENT TO HAVE HIS SUIT PUT ON. IT WAS TOO BIG. MY MOM WOULD WAKE UP IN THE NIGHT, LOOK DOWN THE HALL WAY AT THE TV. IT WAS FUZZY AND SHE COULD HEAR GRANDDAD LAUGHING. WHEN SHE WOKE DAD THERE WAS NOTHING. THEN MY MOM'S SISTER STAYED THE NIGHT. THEY BOTH WOKE TO HEAR SOMEONE LOOKING IN THE CUPBOARDS. THEY COUNTED AS EACH DOOR WAS OPENED. WHEN THEY GOT UP THE NEXT DAY THEY HEARD 12 THE NIGHT BEFORE, THEY COUNTED THE CUPBOARDS AND THERE WERE 12. MY MOM WOULD HAVE DREAMS, WHERE SOMEONE WOULD BE REACHING OUT OF THE WALL TRYING TO GRAB HER. ANOTHER DREAM SHE HAD WAS GRANDDAD WAS IN THE ATTIC SLEEPING ON A COT. THE NEXT DAY MOM SENT DAD TO THE ATTIC AND THERE WAS A COT. MOM MADE DAD GET RID OF IT. MOM SAYS THAT I WOULD GO INTO THE BATHROOM AND TALK TO MY GRANDDAD ALL THE TIME. I SHOULD TELL YOU WE WERE ALL LIVING IN GRANDDAD'S HOUSE AND MY FAMILY WAS AND STILL IS CLOSE. ONE NIGHT MY DAD WAS IN THE GARAGE FIXING HIS CAR AND HAVING A BEER, WHEN HE LOOKED UP AND SAW HIS DAD ROCKING IN HIS CHAIR IN THE ATTIC OF THE GARAGE. MY DAD NEVER HAD ANOTHER DRINK SINCE THIS HAPPENED. THEY MOVED FROM THE HOUSE AND NEVER HAD ANYTHING ELSE HAPPEN, AND THEY HAD THE NERVE TO TELL ME I WAS GOING LOONEY. THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME.
 

By: mohr@schallertel.net

It was Saturday night and I was babysitting a little girl named shannon.Now Shannon was an odd girl,she never had any friends and
she often felt all alone in this world.
One night it was about lets say 9:45 I had to put shannon to bed.she told me that she could tuck herself into bed,so I said "ok."and I sat back down to watch TV.About 10 minutes later I decided to check on her and see if she was okay. I walked into her room and I felt like I was fainting,then I hit the floor. A few minutes later I got up and Shannon was sitting up in her bed crying,so I walked up to
her and she said "look what you did! You scared her away and now she is never coming back!" I looked startled. Then Shannon collapes in her bed and fell asleep again. I walked slowly back into the living room and sat on the couch.I was about asleep when I felt I wasn't alone in the room. I was going to get a drink of some water in the bathroom because I was afraid to walk all the way into the kitchen. I had just remembered I had to go into the kitchen to get a glass.It was very cold in the kitchen I was putting my hand in the cupboard to pull out a glass when Shannon walked into the kitchen and scared the hell out of me. I immediatly asked,"What are you doing up this late it is 11:00!" Then she said"I just wanted to tell you that shes back and she wants to kill you!" "Whos back?,and why does she want to kill me!" But she didn't say anything she just walked back into her room. I was so scared I couldn't barely breathe,so I stammered into the cold bathroom to get the glass of water that I wanted.I looked in the mirror to see my startled pale face when right behind my face was the face of a girl,well I couldn't see her face that well it was sort of blurred out by something  I thought it was Shannon with a stupid rubber mask on,but I was wrong when I turned around she wasn't there! I turned back around to get another glass of water then I saw the face accept the face wasnt blurred out. It was pale and there were scratches all over it,her hair was ratty and looked like it hadn't been combed in centuries.I ran out of the room to out side where I thought I could escape what ever was after me! There was a great big forest in Shannons back yard,I ran for it that the only place I could go! I was right outside the forest when I saw the ghost girl in the forest wandering around amlessly calling for someone and then I saw her go into a tiny it looked like a century old house.Then Shannon's mother came home and asked how Shannon was doing and I said she fell asleep about two hours ago.Then her mom sent me home with a check of $2.59.

The Knocking

By: ranae4u@hotmail.com
 

This is a story that I always liked hearing my parents talk about. My mother
was pregnant with me and it was about the year of 1966. They lived in this
house on Old Route 66 in Oklahoma. At the time my uncle was living with my
folks, and every night usually around the same time there was this knocking
sound that started from my uncles bedroom closet. There were times he could
actually feel whatever it was walking over his feet, and then it would move
on to another room, and then there were times where it would start from his
closet and it would go straight out his bedroom window. The weird thing was,
was when it knocked on the window it was like the sound of someone knocking
on a window, and then when it would walk across the floor you could tell the
difference in the floor than the sound of the window, so they knew it was
definitely something. There were some that thought my folks had totally lost
there mind, so they decided one night that they were going to stay over to
see if they could hear it for themselves. For some strange reason the
knocking sound did not start at the usual time it usually did and people
were getting tired so they all decided to start packing up and going on
home, about the time they were leaving the knocking sound started. My dad
said there was this one guy that got down and followed it when it started
and knew that it definitely something but he wasn't going to stick around to
see what it was. He said he was going home.
My folks got so use to it that it got at times where it didn't bother them,
but it got to where it would do it in the day while my mother was home by
herself. One night it started so my Dad being the Christian man he is
decided he wanted to ask it a question. He waited until the knocking sound
started and he said for the love of the Lord, "What do you want?" My father
said when he said this it was like the knocking sound stopped right in its
tracks and made a scooting sound like it turned around and looked at him.
Needless to say may father didn't ask it anything else.
A few months later my folks moved from the place and not long after they
moved the place burnt to the ground. They found out later that there had
been a bar there at one time and a man with a peg leg had been killed and
thrown in the well behind the house. There have been people known to live on
the property since my folks that have had the same strange things happen to
them too. I hope you find this as interesting as i did.