This story is kind of long but I hope you bear with me. It gives credence to one of the stories listed on this web site under Haunted Places. (Bloodís Point) Fourth of July week, 2001, my family and I were camping as we do every year at Rock Cut State park, Illinois. One night, my cousin and her boyfriend were telling another friend and me about this road called Bloodís Point. There are stories of a cemetery, a barn and an abandoned church on this road where strange things have been said to occur. Well that night we decided to go to Bloods Point to walk around in the cemetery. We didnít know exactly where Bloodís Point was but we knew the general area. We stopped at a gas station and got directions and we were on our way. The roads in the area are long, narrow two way streets surrounded by cornfields. We were searching for the road when we came upon a cemetery. We were not yet on Bloodís Point but we decided to walk in that cemetery anyway. It was around midnight when we pulled up and noticed another car already parked next to the gate. We figured someone was already in there so we decided to just turn around and continue looking for Bloodís Point cemetery. We turned around right next to the other car as it was right next to an intersection and right after we did so the car began to follow us. The roads were deserted. It was just us and this other car. We drove faster, it drove faster. It became obvious this car was chasing us. We would turn, it would turn. Finally we made a turn and could no longer see the other car. It seemed to have just disappeared. The roads were long with no buildings around. We should have been able to see where the car went. Well we figured it was just some people messing with us and continued our search for Bloodís Point. A few minutes later we found it. We came upon an old church next to a farm with the cemetery across the street. On the left side of the church was a bunch if trees and my cousinís boyfriend, Paul, backed the car up slowly into them. I turned around and it looked like there was a drop just beyond the trees into what looked to be stream. I yelled at Paul to stop because I was afraid we would go over the edge. I knew he was just trying to scare us but I didnít know if he could see the drop. He stopped and turned off the car. It was pretty creepy being in the dark trees so I told him to stop messing around and start the car. Laughing, he turned the key, but the car wouldnít start. I told him to quit messing around and I reached to turn the key myself, but it would not start. He was not joking. We waited a few minutes and eventually the car started. We pulled in front of the church and parked. Leaving the car running this time, we got out of the car and walked up next to the church. The windows were missing and the curtains were blowing in the wind. Through the window, we could see a single red light bulb glowing in the middle of the church. There were stairs leading to a door downstairs with a yellow light on inside. We decided to stay away from the church. We didnít know if anybody was in the building although the church had been abandoned years ago. Then we walked across the street to the cemetery, looking at the graves. We were there for only a few minutes when my cousin and our friend screamed at the same time. They said they saw something, although I never found out what. All four of us ran back to the car, hopped in and drove off. A few months later, I was reading on shadowlands Haunted Places when I saw Bloodís Point mentioned. It has the story about the bus full of children being killed and putting your car in neutral on the train tracks. Now you hear this story in any state youíre in so I donít particularly believe this happened on Bloodís Point, but I thought it was kind of neat that Bloodís Point was mentioned. So a couple months ago, I was telling my boyfriend about how we had gone to Bloodís Point and how a car had chased us. I told him there was story on the internet about Bloodís Point and I looked it up to show him, but there had been an update since I had read it last. The update was of a phantom car that chases you near Bloodís Point. Up until then, I always passed it off as some kids messing around, but now I have to wonder. The stories are listed under Cherry Valley, and Rockford, Cherry Valley being a suburb of Rockford.
A Strange Experience
It all started about half a year ago, just a couple of months after we had moved into this house. The first time I entered the house, I had a strange feeling and I felt slightly uneasy, I had warned my parents how I didnt like the feel of the house before we moved in but they thought nothing of it. The first month or so went well, nothing happened that alarmed me much. One day, though, I was sitting nearby the hallway door and noticed it swinging back and forth. It didn't freak me out that much, I told my step mom about it, she said another door was probably open and it was the wind. Later weeks, thats when things had gotten really strange. I was laying awake at night as I couldn't fall asleep, I heard my door violently shake and the knob was trying to turn open. I also heard heavy breathing and maybe the sound of footsteps. Even at one time, screaming came from all directions of my room. I told my parents, but once again called it off as nothing and just my crazy imagination. Night after night, things would reoccur such as I could feel its presence, and could hear footsteps, and it would call out my name and whisper in my ear. Now, I had a "psychic board", that was supposed to attract higher spirits and good spirits. Me and my best friend used this ALL the time, and it would always be a positive experience. One night we had invited our friend to try it with us. We had never related what was going on in my house as a possibility being connected to the board. (I had bought the board at the same time things began happening). Anyway, that night our friend was VERY jumpy and she was on her gaurds. She insisted she leave the room when we first started, she was that scared. She felt something not of good in the room, or the house. Awhile into using it, we noticed whatever was talking to us didnt have good intentions. It had begun to grab at our arms, it was as if it was a magnetic feild. And then it asked for my life. This is when I worried. Only moments after, we were called downstairs. About an hour later, we told our friend what happened and she told us she didnt feel right, something bad was going to happen, and she demanded out of the house. The rest of that night was history, but I began suspecting that this could be what is bothering me in my own home. Every night I crept in bed, I was scared of this thing and what it might do to me. I heard different voices asking me to help it, possibly a childs voice. Not too long after, I realized things had only happened at sometime in the hour of 5am. Of course, my family thought I went insane. Not many believed my stories I told of what would happen. Until the night my brother had decided to stay up late playing video games on his computer. At sometime about 5:40am, I started hearing groans, like zombie noises behind me and I asked my brother if he heard the noises, and yes he did. I finally decided it was time for it to know whats on my mind. I yelled that I wasnt scared, and that it should just leave me alone. And it started laughing at me. My brother was there to witness it all. The last time I was aware of its presence was about 5:20am when I was up watching cartoons due to the fact that my sleeping schedule was already extremely off balance. My door swung open as if it had just barged in. I stormed out of the room, upset of the thought that it wouldnt leave me be no matter what I had told it. Several days passed, and that is when I had the dream that reassured me it was gone for good. Somebody had led me to my patio, where it showed me the ghost walking by, maybe leaving the house as it implied. It told me that it was the ghosts last stay here, and after tonight it would leave. Needless to say, nothing has happened since then. Maybe it was my gaurdian angel that helped me?
Glasgow Scotland UK
i know that i have already sent you a story regarding my granny but
i thought that i would tell you about a haunting that is still going on
at my other gran's house( this is my father's mum i am talking about, it's
my mum's mother who died ok?).I first heard about this story when i was
12 years old (i am now coming up for 22 years in september 23rd 2003).I
was just starting to get into the paranormal and i asked my parents if
they had any ghost stories that they could tell me. My mother said that
she had loads of stories to tell from her side of the family and my father
said that he had only one story to tell and he said that the haunting was
still ongoing. so here is my father's true ghost story.
It starts off in the groovy 70's when flares where all the rage and disco was the hip happening thing. My father was just your average 18 year old, smoking and going up to the dancing when he met my mother who was only 17. My father then invited my mother back to meet his parents the next day. My mother said that when she went up to meet my dad's parents she felt as though somebody was watching her as she went up the stairs that lead from the front door to the rest of the house. My dad asked my mum if she fancied spending the night at the house as he was too scared to spend the night there himself (my granny and grandad where away to visit my great grandparents at the time) so my mum said yes and she phoned her mum to tell her that she was spending the night with my dad and that she would be home the following night.So my mum then went to bed.She says that it was so cold that she could see her breath even though it was the middle of june and it had been really scorchingly hot that day.My mum then said that she had locked the door and went to bed with her clothes on.My mum said that she woke up through the night to the feeling that somebody was fixing the covers around her.She thought that it might have been my granny martha who might have come back earlier that night and who might have been tucking the covers around her to keep her warm in the icy cold room.
The next morning when my mum got up she asked my dad where his parents where and he said that they where still at my great grandparents house and that they would'nt be back til that afternoon. So my mum asked my dad if he had come into her room through the night and my dad said that no he did'nt but that he was up through the night himself because he had heard somebody walking about and he had got up to see who it was.Thinking that it might have been my mum,my dad went to my mum's room and tried to open the door but he could'nt because it was locked from the inside.Then it dawned on my mum that when she had got up that morning the door was still locked and a cold shiver ran down her spine as she realised that something supernatural had taken place.
So, what do you think? could it have been a ghost in my dad's old bedroom? i will leave that up to you to decide.But there is a couple of other things that i want to add.Firstly this,when my grandparents first moved into their house,they heard that a man had hung himself in the room which was to become my father's bedroom.Secondly is this, the ghost is still there to this very day and my grandad says that it polishes all his trophies for him and, i must add that whenever i go up to my gran's house i always take a peek into that room to see if i can catch the ghost polishing my grandad's trophies,but,so far, no luck. the room itself is really dusty except for those trophies i mentioned.
A little bit of background first: I was 22 years old and living in
Gainesville, in the north of Florida, at the time. I worked as a prison
guard at a small correctional institution just outside town. As such, I
worked a somewhat odd shift, from 4PM to midnight, including weekends.
So, even though Gainesville is a college "party" town, I didn't have time
for the "fast" life as it were. I mention this because I want to make clear
that at the time of my encounter I was not intoxicated or under any other
kind of influence.
I came home from the prison one Friday night in October around 12:15 AM (actually late Friday night/very early Saturday morning). Tired from dealing with murderers, drug dealers, and other convicted felons all evening, I promptly went to sleep around 1AM. Around 3:30AM (I know because I saw the time clearly on my clock) I was awakened by the sound of people yelling in my small apartment.
The loud talking seemed to be coming from my own living room! People have broken into my home! I thought as I tumbled out of bed. That was my first reaction, as at the time I lived in a somewhat crime-prone section of Gainesville.
Now completely awake, not to mention very angry and somewhat frightened (I admit) at this apparent home invasion, I crouched down on my bedroom floor and crawled out to my living room. As I said before, my apartment was tiny, an efficiency basically, so the trip to the living room took all of ten seconds.
I reached the living room still on all fours and found three complete strangers there, standing between my favorite chair and the entertainment system. They were two men and one woman. The woman was white, with long, flowing blond hair, wearing what looked like a robe that seemed to glow light blue. She was also VERY beautiful, strikingly so. One of the men was what people of my ethnic background call a "mulato" (of mixed black/white descent) wearing a guayabera (a traditional kind of shirt worn in Latin America). The other man was Caucasian, with short black hair, also in a guayabera. He appeared to be of Spanish or Mediterranean ancestry. I saw them clearly because I had turned on a lamp where the short hallway and living room intersected.
Keep in mind that all of this occurred in mere seconds.
As soon as I saw them I jumped up from the floor and began yelling at them. "Get the hell out of my house right now!" "I don't know who the hell you people are, but get out of my house before I call the cops!" My adrenaline was working over time, and I was literally shaking with rage and fright!
The more I looked the trio of strangers, it dawned on me that they were not typical criminals. They were extremely strange, to say the least. I thought for a second that perhaps they were college kids who were drunk or stoned and had broken into my apartment on a dare or something.
As I yelled, they just ignored me. I knew I was yelling, but I swear I could not actually hear my words as they left my mouth! Finally the blond turned, put a finger over her lips and went "Shhhhhhh!" I was dumbfounded! Then she said, in Spanish no less, "Be quiet, boy. Go back to bed, everything is all right." Then she turned to her companions and began speaking to them in Spanish.
The trio kept talking among themselves loudly. The woman and the Spaniard seemed to be yelling at the dark skinned man. I screamed again, "Who the hell are you people?" Aain the beautiful ghostly woman turned to me and said repeatedly, "Benjamin, you know who we are. We have always been here with you, and we always will. Now go back to bed, my son." She spoke kindly and gently, like a mother to her child. The mulato laughed and started towards me. He looked hazy now, almost transparent. The blond yelled at him and he stopped. I crawled back to bed and slept soundly the rest of the night.
Around 9AM Saturday morning, the phone rang and woke me up. It was my brother who was living on the other side of the state at the time. Before I could say anything more than 'Hello', he asked, "How did you sleep last night? Anything strange happen?" Before I could answer, my brother recounted ALL of the strange events of the past night, in EXACT detail. He told me exactly what happened to me, described all three of the visitors in perfect detail, including what the beautiful blond apparition told me, WORD FOR WORD! You could have heard my jaw hit the floor. I dropped the phone receiver on the kitchen floor.
How did my brother know? He was friends at the time with a Puerto Rican gentleman who practiced Palo, a kind of Afro-Cuban witchcraft. The friend had performed a ceremony Friday night to invoke the goddess Yemaya (the gorgeous blond, a deity from West African religion) and two other muertos (dead spirits, "ghosts"). The mulato apparently was an evil spirit that attached itself to me from the time I was born. Yemaya and the other male spirit were there to protect me that night, as the evil spirit was going to cause some unexpected tragedy to befall me. (I was told it would be a very serious car crash on my way home from work that night, but who knows for sure). I also apologized to my next door neighbors for all the yelling and thanked them for not calling the police on me. The apartment building had extremely thin walls, and noise was usually a problem. But they looked truly puzzled and swore they didn't hear a peep out of my apartment all night ...
I saw "Yemaya" again for a couple of years after that, and occasionally the good male spirit, whose name I have never been told. She would appear at night, wake me from my sleep, sit on my bed and stroke my hair when I was depressed and going through a lot of difficult times in my life. She would tell me messages from my father, who passed away some 20 years ago. I have not been visited by her in about 4 years as of this writing. I later learned that my father, who was from Cuba, was a worshipper of Yemaya in Havana, and had always petitioned her to look in on his youngest child when the child was born.
Visitor at College
Hi, here's my story - it's not as terrifying as some of the ones
I've read on this site, but it spooked me out for a few days! It was in
1994 or 1995, I was at Nottingham Trent University, England. I was staying
in halls of residence on the Clifton Campus - the "old" halls.
I had just woken up (about 7.30) and checked my clock to see that I had a few more minutes in bed before I had to get up for lectures. I was just lying in bed thinking about the day ahead, when I felt the bottom of the mattress depress, like someone had come in and sat on the end of my bed. Without looking up, I thought - "That's odd, maybe it's Kat" (the girl in the room next door) Suddenly I realised I had locked my door - as I always did - so I started to get scared. I daren't open my eyes. My bed was positioned up against the wall and the way I was sleeping was with my back against the wall. Suddenly this thing on my bed - whatever it was - started crawling up the bed, in between the wall and m y back. I froze. I couldn't open my eyes or make a sound, I was terrified, all the time my mind was racing and trying to figure out what the heck was in my bed! Just as the "thing" reached my shoulder I could hear it breathing! The way it sounded made me think it was a dog - you know, like panting? I felt paralyzed, and this must have only lasted a few seconds but it felt like hours! As soon as I could, I leapt out of bed and into the corridor, yelling "There's a dog in my bed!!" Of course, everyone came and checked my room and there was nothing in it. For a few nights after that I dragged my mattress into my friends room. The weird thing is, when I told Mum about it that night, she said a really similar thing happened to her when she was a girl, maybe 15 or 16. She woke early, felt something in her bed and was convinced it was a dog, but there was nothing there. Odd!
One last thing - I LOVE your site! It's the best resource for paranormal information. Keep up the good wo rk, you bring a lot of pleasure to a lot of people!
The house that I used to live in was built in the late 1800ís, it
was originally a log cabin but was added on in the mid 1900ís. I was very
young when this all happened so I donít know if it was my imagination or
if it was real! My parentís moved into the house in 1979 right after my
older sister was born. They had done some major repairs to the house before
moving in and my Grandfather helped out a lot, he was a painter and he
was I guess you would say a carpenter too. I never met my grandfather,
he died on July 12, 1981 almost 2 years before I was born! I was about
5 years old and I stayed in a room with my older sister at the time. I
would wake up in the middle of the night talking in my sleep, my sister
said that she heard me talking but couldnít understand what I was saying.
I remember having dreams about an old gray haired man with a big belly
and cheerful expression on his face. But the whole thing was, I had never
seen this man before, not even in pictures. I later, about 3 years later,
was looking through one of my fatherís picture albums and saw a picture
of the man that was in my dreams, so I asked my father who it was. He told
me it was my grandfather, but I had never seen any pictures of him and
I saw him in my dreams. Around that time the dreams stopped for a while.
On my 11th birthday I finally got my own room, which was the one that my
grandfather was standing in when the picture that I saw was taken. This
room was on the second floor and was at the end of a hallway with two other
rooms off of it. My bed was right in front of the door so that I could
see directly to the top of the stairs at the other end. I would be sound
asleep and be woken by a light in the middle of the night, I would open
my eyes and there would be nothing, so I just ignored it and went back
to sleep. This happened many nights for about 4 months. Then about 2 weeks
after the light in the night stopped I started just to wake up for no particular
reason in the middle of the night, I would have to say it was about 1ish,
but there were no clocks in my room so Iím not for sure. Well anyways I
would sleep facing the hallway. I would wake up in the middle of the night
and try to go back to sleep but couldnít because I felt like someone was
standing over me watching me. I would finally go back to sleep only for
the same thing to happen night after night. One night around the beginning
of summer, I was awoken by the feeling of someone or something gently touching
my face. I opened my eyes and there was nothing there. This continued for
about a week until one night I was woken by the same thing only this time
I opened my eyes and looked down the hall. What I saw that night I will
never forget. There was an old gray haired man standing at the top of the
stairs with a bright light surrounding him. It was the man from the pictures,
my grandfather standing there smiling, and with a blink of the eye he disappeared.
I woke every night around the same time for the next few months but didnít
see or feel anything. When I was about 13 my parents were having some problems
and were talking about separating, well this really disturbed me as it
would anyone else and I fell into a deep depression. Then it all started
again, waking up in the middle of the night and the dreams, like the ones
I had when I was little. Then the same thing happened again that happened
when I was 11, the same feeling of someone touching my face and then after
a few nights I began to wake up for no reason, until one night I woke up
and saw my grandfather again, only this time he was right by the entrance
of my room, he still had that same look on his face, the same smile the
same cheerful eyes. He just kept on smiling but this time he didnít disappear
right away he just stood there not saying anything just smiling as if to
tell me that everything was going to be fine. Well needless to say my parents
did split up and I moved out about 3 months later to live with my father.
I never saw my grandfather again after that night. I didnít tell anyone
about this because people would think I was crazy and they would think
it was my imagination, since I was so ďyoungď, but to this day I can still
remember the expression on his face and the look in his eyes telling me
everything would be okay, and I know right now he's watching over me making
sure everything is alright.
First let me say that I enjoy your site and especially
enjoy the true stories archives. Although I have
never experienced anything "paranormal" I am
fascinated by such things.
After exploring your haunted site index I found that
the "red lion pub" was among the haunted sites in my
city and since I sometimes pass by that pub I decided
to see it for myself.
It was a Tuesday at around 7:30pm when I paid a visit
to the pub with a friend of mine. As soon as I walked
in I was assaulted by an odor. This odor had a
mildew/damp feel to it. We sat down near the bar on
the first floor and had a drink. After a while we
switched over to some seats near the stairwell that
leads to the first floor. My back was to the
stairwell and at times I could feel the hairs on the
back of my neck go up and I could feel someone
touching the top of my head very lightly. I told my
friend about it and he decided to ask the waiter about
the "haunting". The waiter knew all about it and
confessed that when he comes in to open in the morning
he sometimes hears footsteps on the second floor when
there is no one up there. The waiter also indicated
that the second floor was the center of most of the
ghost activity since a woman had died up there when
the building used to be a private residence. Before
going upstairs I asked the waiter about the mildew
odor and he stated that he also has detected the odor
but that the pub does not ordinarily smell that way.
That being said my friend and I decided to go upstairs
to have a look for ourselves. We climbed the stairs
and the hairs on my neck stood up again. The air was
charged and I could feel it. At the top of the stairs
there is a room with tables/chairs, a second bar, and
a lounge. The lounge was occupied by students having
a poetry reading, so my friend and I sat in two large
smoking chairs directly in front of the second bar.
While sitting there I felt watched. I asked my friend
if he was feeling the same and he indicated he was
not. We sat and talked for about 20 minutes then
decided to leave. I was somewhat disappointed that
the ghost did not manifest itself in a more visual or
audio way but it's probably better that it didn't.
However I have to say that based on the "feelings" I
got at the place I think I can safely say that there
is something paranormal about the pub, especially the
Well that s my story. If you're ever in Chicago you
need to stop by the Red Lion Pub on Lincoln Ave and
check it out.
Private Residence Ghosts
My mothers house is very haunted. It is located in Pasadena, Texas. Three ghosts have been seen, a blond girl in her twenties,..perhaps from the early 1900 era, and a confederate soldier holding a rifle, and a young boy approximately from the 1940' s era judging by the clothes. Many things have happened in this house. Also, the house next door is haunted by a teen boy that was shot in the head over drugs in the 1970's. Please note, the house next door, noone stays in that house very long. The house my mother lives in...we tolerate the ghosts, and the whispering and the doors slamming, and the apparitions..they dont bother us, and sometimes they have helped us.
MY BIRTHDAY GIFT
I guess I'm what you can call "gifted" in the paranormal sense. Even when I was a kid, I would feel someone was watching me or something was beside me. I have a third-eye. The hairs on my back would stand up when i get that "feeling" of having something near me or having someone watching me. I would also often see a blurry white image wherever i go, or if i'm in someplace that is haunted or scary. I would think this is one way for them to communicate with me.
Well, anyways, this story that i am about to tell you happened in February of 1998 back in my hometown in the Philippines. It was on the morn of my birthday, February 12. I remember waking up at 3:00 in the morning (since i have an alarm clock beside my bed) because i suddenly could not breathe. It felt as if someone or something was hugging me tight. Very, very tight. I couldn't move at all. My head was turned to the left side as if that "something" was hugging me, and its head was on my right shoulder. I couldn't turn or move my head or lift my hands or legs. Everything was kept tight to the sides, as if I was binded. I couldn't open my eyes, either. I wanted to wake up and scream but i can't. All this time, I knew I was conscious, and not dreaming. I wanted to push "it" away but i just couln't move at all. I prayed so hard for it to stop. I prayed the Apostle's Creed since I was told that this is the most powerful of all. So i did pray in my mind. As soon as i was in the middle of my prayer, it stopped. In total, it lasted for 8-10 minutes. After that, I felt weak as if i went through an ordeal of some sort. I was perspiring and breathing heavily. All sorts of imagination and ideas came to my mind, on what was that or who was it. I suddenly thought of my Grandma who passed away a year ago. I thought to myself, she probably visited me on my birthday. But why then i wasn't able to breathe, move or talk. Couldn't be. My grandma wouldn't do such a thing. So i was left with that incident to worry over. It never happened again, thank God. Then, in September of the same year, my friends and I visited a "manghuhula" in a nearby province. His name was "Mang Danny". He is some sort of a seer/clairvoyant/ medium. He also has the ability to talk with saints. I had a lot of things to ask him but i just kept my mouth shut since all of of my friends were raring to go first. When my turn came, he looked at me and said, "I have been waiting for you for so long. And I know you have a lot of things to ask me." Now, that gave me the chills. So naturally i asked him about that incident on my birthday. I asked who it was. He then closed his eyes for several seconds and when he opened them again, he looked at me straight in the eyes and said, "It was the devil. It was Satan". Mang Danny said the devil wanted to take my soul, and he usually does that on a person's birthday since a person's soul is opening to a new year and a new beginning. And that makes it easier for him to take a person's soul when the person is about to enter into a new dimension of his life. Mang Danny said i was lucky enough to drive him away. I told him i prayed hard the Apostle's creed. He said, "No, i think it was your ability. You see, when i look at you, i see a a silver tree. You are very gifted. You don't have to go and see a medium again since your life is very solid. You don't have to know what will happen in 30 or 50 years since you are in control". He also told me lots of things, like how i'm very sensitive with the "the other side". He told me that he can see the person's aura or ability by looking at the forehead. If he sees a stone, the person is normal meaning not sensitive enough. If he sees a silver light or beam, the person is sensitive and has the ability of seeing. If he sees a diamond, then the person is very very sensitive and has the great ability to even drive off evil. Now, guess what he saw in me... He also told me that God has a "gift" for me. He had been wanting to give it to me for a long time but was waiting for the right moment. He told me I will receive that "gift" soon. Well, at that time, i was not so sure if i believed him or not. Everything that he told me was just straight out weird. I've heard of such things but i just can't fathom it happening to me. But then, after a month, in October, i received that long-time "gift". I got to meet my soulmate, my first boyfriend, who's now my fiancee. So i guess i kind of believed in him. I'm thankful that at least I got to experience that and it made me even stronger. Nowadays, i still see and experience those "weird things" but i guess it's just a part of me after all.
I Went to Jerome
This is really really weird. I heard about Jerome so I was doing
an internet search about the place and couldn't find anything. Then me
and some friends went out there. It was during the summer and was so humid
out and we only had one really dim flashlight with us.
So we drive around the cemetary 3 times because it's in the shape of a 6 and on the third time around we saw a man in a dark cape with two dogs standing on either side of him right in the middle of the cemetary. So we stop and then he just disappeared and we decide to get out and investigate the grounds.
Well we head east towards the woods and the ground is so soggy that our feet get soaked. And in the middle of walking towards the woods we hear people in the woods talking and dogs barking. So we get spooked and drive out of the cemetary.
Well on the way back through jerome we go down this pretty deserted road and all of a sudden we hear this dog barking and it sounded like it was right in the car with us. So we stop and drive backwards to where we heard it and couldn't see anything. It's like the dog wasn't even there.
Then a few days later I look on the internet again and find this site and read about the man and the dogs.
I haven't been back there since!
I have had dealings with the supernateral for as far
back as I can remember. I was raised in a very
Christan home so let me make that clear. my brother,
sister and myself were walking up the gravel drive
that cold December morning in 1990 . when as luck
would have it all 3 of us spied a little black puppy
that looked as if she were a mix of a lab, irishsetter
and a cockerspainal. which we later discoverd she was
a Black springer spanial we assume was dropped off by
one of the local collage students who couldnt take her
home for christmas. my dad decided we could keep her.
while spending spring break with my grand mother and
visiting her mother in law,I met an interesting nurse
who told me amoung other things that God sends Angels
in the form of animals to protect us. Memorial day
1991 my dad sufferd a heart attack and that was when
the spirits really started acting up around the house.
there had allready been some activity but it soon
became worse.smells, things moving by themselves,
doors that were'nt locked not wanting to open. an
obvious feeling as though you were being watched and
not wanted there. odd sounds. voices . pretty much you
While my 12 year old little brother and I were home
waiting for our grandmother to take us to little rock
were our dad was hospitalized we heared Ellie outside
growling and snarling and raiseng all matter of hell
at something that sounded sort of like a pig but a bit
different. I feel jittery just remembering it. he
denise it happened to this day but that is his way of
dealing with it any way . we looked out the large bay
window of the liveing room instantly we were frozen as
we gazed at the scene below. Ellie was trying to kill
this thing . IT was a fuzz ball of light orange with
darker orange splotches it had the feet of a dog the
snout of a pig and small tusks but even in braud day
light its eyes glowed red. it had a putrid smell that
we could even smell in the house and was by many
usless attemts thanks to Ellie was trying to get to
the house where we were. Ellie fought this thing
tooth and nail in the circle of trees in our front
yard. It soon became a bloody ball of fight and ran
back into the woods where she persued it my brother
and I prayed. we looked in the direction they went and
the trees actualy were swaying where they fought. that
was no wind nor was that thing a wild boar. we sat in
tears afraid for Ellie and to scared to go out to call
her back . we felt helpless so I begain to pray. As
we were praying aloud we heard Ellie bark. and then
we saw her trotting back to us across the yard happy
as she could be. we cautiously let her in .
upon examination she had no cut gauges no blood not
even a bruise NOTHING that would indicate what we had
just wittnesed. so we decided to keep this to our
selves. Then a year later IT returned and this time my
mother saw it and the scean played out much like the
one we had witnessed. ELLIE batteled many THINGS on
that property Things that hissed and only she could
see them you could only hear and smell there foul odor
. She was a loyal companion and would attack any thing
or anyone that posed a threat to us weather we knew if
they did or not at the time. She let us know. Ellie
is a gental loveing dog and I am proud to have had the
privalage of her spiritual protection through the many
troubled years of our lives. I am bareived to say that
on march 28 th 2003 Ellie passed away in comfort whilw
sleeping in her own bed at my sisters home. It was 11
months after my dad passed away. Looking back I belive
there was a reason she was sent to us at that time . I
didnt put it all together until april. That nurse I
spoke breifly of told me something else. she noted my
last name was Irish .She informed me that the irish
people had a close relationship with God and that the
devil would fight desperately for their souls. so
keep God in your heart She said. Ellie was there
standing guard over my dad and we three children. I
have no doubt that she was an angel sent from above to
guard and protect us from the evil that had haunted
that property. we had many wonderful times together
and I will miss her.
october 1990 - march 28 th 2003
I lived in a haunted house in Durango, Colorado for about a year.
The house has a brick shed/barn, with a loft, that faces the parking lot of the grocery store.
The store had purchased the house, after it had been empty for a year or so, and I worked at the store. My manager knew I was looking for a place to rent, so he offered me the house. I gladly accepted.
The house had a weird vibe, but I like ghosts, and don't scare very easily, so I wasn't too worried about it.
From the very beginning of moving in, my roommate and I would wake up every morning, and one or the other of us would find ALL of the cupboards and all of the drawers in the kitchen open. (and this was a big kitchen). We laughed it off, and closed them, EVERY morning. This continued for a few months.
Also, I would see shadows run by out of the corner of my eye, my cats would FREAK out, and stare at one spot by my roommates door for hours...would not venture into the living room, where the door was located.
I constantly felt the prescense of something sitting in the corner of my bedroom, and my roommates window would never stay shut. He'd shut it, leave the room, come back, and it would be open again.
The Shed in the back had a horrible vibe, so much so that i wouldn't walk past it at night.
My boyfriend at the time's cousin could actually see ghosts, and I took her up the loft, where I had set up an art studio. (for day use, only). She made all the appropriate comments, but I could tell she was a little wary. When we left the shed, she told me she saw three people hanging from the rafters.
The store had plans of tearing down the house (but they never did), and I was pregnant, and didn't want my daughter in the house. The ghosts were harmless, but I didn't want to raise her there...just the "what if?" factor.
We had openly discussed the possible demolishing while In the house, which now I realize probably wasn't so smart, but didn't really think of it at the time. I was there alone one night, and heard something hit the back door, hard. I was a little scared, because i wasn't sure if it was an intruder, or a bear (this was colorado), or something else, so I didn't open the door.
My boyfriend returned home about 30 minutes later, and asked what i did to the back door. Apparently SOMETHING had taken a 2x6 board that was by the shed, and THROWN it into the back door, with enough force to cause a hole in a solid wood door.
I'm convinced this was one of the not so nice entities from the shed.
I moved out, and a friend of mine moved in. I didn't tell him about the ghosts, because he's terrified of them.
He never walked to the store through the back yard, so i asked him why. He said he hated the shed. Which brought up a ghost discussion. His DEAF dalmation would wake up from a deep sleep, with no provocation, and just start barking at one spot. They thought he was going crazy. My friend was in my old bedroom, starting to go to sleep, and glanced out in to the living room, and saw someone (a full sized human figure) crawling on the ceiling. Just stuff like this.
The house is still standing, and I'm not sure what else may have gone on there, since I moved out of state.
hi my name is ashley and two months ago i experienced a traggic trama, I was in my trailer camping when i hear russling in the bushes out side. It was 11:00 so it was pretty dark. Anywayz when i looked there wasa young gurl no older then 14 she was struggling in the bushes because her boyfriend beat her up and stabbed her for talking to another guy, anywaz, b4 she got to the hospital, she passed away. Exactly 2 weeks later when i was back at home i was still tramitized and couldn't sleep. when i look towards my closet i see a figure that looked like the girl. i wasnt completely sure because the last time i saw the girl she was bleeding everywhere. the figure walked closer to me and as it approached my face i saw the bluest eyes i have ever seen and the rest of her body was covered in-blood. i started to scream and then the girl who we later found out that her name was Laura, put her fingers up to her lips as if to be quiet.Then she walked back to the closet and disappered into it.I had to go to many councilling appointments to get over this, and still i am not.
Baby on the Bed
Hello there once more. We had this morning a incident that happened to my older Daughter. At about 6 am, my daughter awoke because something tickled her ear. When she opened her eyes she saw this Baby sitting on the end of her bed looking at her . It was the same Baby I wrote about earlier in one of the other stories. Because when I ask her after she told me what happened she described it exactly the way it looked in the photo.it had on a white night gown and no hair, my daughter just looked at it and then a tall shadow came out of no where and it the shadow was standing in the middle of my daughters room (she said she could make out that it was a women and she wore a blue and white top , like the old fashion blouses) suddenly the shadowy women had the baby at her Hand and they both disappeared.My Daughter was so afraid that she was crying the whole time as she was telling me what happened . When something new comes up I let you know. By for now.
A Ghost Dog
It all started when i was 5 years old. My siebrien husky dog name nemo (which i called him memo) was very sick and was put to sleep. In the past he never felled to protect me. About a year late my brother and I kept hearing footsteps going up to are room. When my older brother made me go check it out nothing was there. Later we would start to hear voices, three of them talking to each other. This went on for 3 years. One night when my brother was spending the night at a friends i got fed up and said whoever you are leave me alone. Every thing was fine until the next weakend when my brother left again to spend the night at a friends. It was about somewhere around 12-1a.m. when the footsteps kept me up then one of the voices said he's alone lets get him. All of a sudden the footsteps were running up the stairs then I heard a faint sound of a dog barking and running. At this time I was hidding my head under my covers when i felt my water bed shake. Next the strangest feeling came over me, it was cold yet warm and i felt at ease until now. I am 15 and now live in a different section of the room near the stairs. Eversince we got a new dog the ghost dog which I believed to be my dog nemo hasn't been interacting with me as much. Now I've been feeling a scary preasance where I used to stay and have been hearing sounds that been becoming more preasant. We just returned from vacation and I found dog crap in my room which rusty(my new dog) almost will never go in my room alone and if he did you could hear him tear out of there a few minutes later. I haven't seel or felt anything that threatened me yet but if my dog who is well house trained could be scared shitless (literly) there has to be something wrong. I just hope if the presence turns threatening that my dog comes back.
What Was It?
Hello, Your site sure is one of a kind, thank you, and here's my experience, My father came to live with me in California and loved to sit out side, well he came in our front door and walking to the hall way when the fire alarm went off by itself with no cooking smoke or anything for about 10 seconds or so, both he and my daughter looked at me as if I knew why it did that, a few minuets later I went into our bathroom which is right off the hallway, and I heard this hateful growling at me coming from above me by the ceiling I ignored at first, when it did it again! this time there was no mistake about it, I was angry because that thing didn't belong in my house, let alone growling, I looked up and said; this house belongs to Jesus! and never had that experience again. thank God.
The Trunk Stop
Well this story has been past down to me by one of my close friends about his house. When he and his family first moved there he and his brother both slept in the same room at the end of the hall, one night they awoke to see a figure in front of their bed. I believe this is a "Grey Lady" apparition but it seemed to cause them no harm or malice. Well when they awoke from their slumber they where astonished by this being and screamed. After their long fearful yell the apparition looked at them and busted like a comet out of the window. They soon inspected outside their window and deemed it impossible for a single person to fall out of the second story window and be able to run away from sight in time. After this the generic running into the parent's room was inevitable. A few years down the line the normal households activities were interrupted time to time by the knocking over of items in a specific room now called the "Forbidden Room" because of all the paranormal activity in that specific area of the house. Soon a friend of the family with rumored powers to contact the supernatural was called in to finally put an end to the spirit mischief. The friend of the family told them that this was the ghost of a woman who used to live in the house and aid trunk drivers with a place to eat and stay on long deliveries. The reason for her death is unknown but soon after the visitation with the paranormal psychic the activity stopped all together inside the house. For credibility I will tell you all that I have know this person for over a decade and known the cause of his superstitious beliefs
Proving it to Mom
I've had my share of incidents over the years. I was seven when my family
and I moved into an old farmhouse out in the country. The very first night
that we had all of our stuff in the house was when things started to happen.
my brothers and I didn't have our beds set up yet, so we had to sleep downstairs
for a couple of nights. The very first night my brothers and I heard walking
around upstairs. We got our dad up . My dad went upstairs with a loaded
shotgun and looked around. He came back downstairs and said that there
was nothing there and even the windows were locked. From there on the walking
noise would start at the bottom of the steps and come up through my bedroom,
into my brothers bedroom. It would start all over throughout the night.
As time went by, this spirit made itself known to us kids. it would take
the knob on our radio and spin through the stations and we'd be awake when
it would happen. I remember one night in particular. It was a hot summer's
night when I leaned over to turn my boxfan on. Before I reached the knob,
it flipped itself on high. The only way to turn the fan on was by hand.
I freaked out and flew downstairs. I ran to my mom. She didn't believe
me, but my brothers knew. My brothers and I decided that we had to prove
to her what was going on. We took her one night upstairs and set her on
one of my brother's bed (which we knew where the walking would stop). We
told her to be quiet and to set still. After a few minutes right on que
the spirit made his walk up the stairs and came through my room and walked
up her and stopped. My mom was pale and her jaw about dropped. This spirit
began to make itself known to my mom now. The doors would bang, the chain
lock would go up and down. My mom would get so scared that she would ask
me if I wanted to sleep with her at night. My dad was a long haul truckdriver,
so he'd be gone for a couple of weeks at a time. There's more that
happened over the years, but I'll save that for another time.
When I was twelve my family moved to another house and on more than one occasion members of my family have had experiences with a ghost it all started one night shortly after we moved in it was prety late and i was the only one up i left my room and went into the bathroom i left the door open because I was only looking at my face and playing with some makeup i had anyways i looked down at the sink and then back up at my reflection and there was a man standing behind me he was as real as could be at the time i just thought i was mistaken and that my dad was stil up and had company so i walked into the livingroom to let him know the bathroom was free and guess what there was no man my mom and dad were in their room snoring it realy freaked me out . my sister got up out of bed one night to go get something to drink it was around 1 or 2 in the morning and she was only about 4 or 5 anyhow next thing we know theres a thud and my sister is sitting in the middle of the hallway floor she said that the man knocked her down anyways there isnt anyone alive that can try to convince me ghosts dont exist because i can tell you first hand they do
The Dim Light
One day about 2 weeks ago my friend stayed the night.
I looked over to the kitchen door an saw a dim light.
I thought "oh i forgot to shut the light off" but i went to it and the lights were off.
I stood there as if in a trance and i couldnt move.
And infront of my i saw a blue squiglly thing in mid air.
I touched it and it was ice cold.
Then i heard some one talk.
I couldnt make out what it said but it was a womans voice.
The next day i heard a rustling of leaves in a bush an i saw the same blue thing.
I was going over to my friends house and i was almost hit by a truck.
The spirit had grabbed me an pulled me backwards.
Every one said i was nuts but i know it had saved me.
But i felt something tug on my shirt when i fell.
And thats about it...
...for now i guess
My Mom is in Heaven
About 7 to 8 years ago my mother past away,i was six i am now 14.
My mother was killed by my little sisters father after a 4 year mariage.
The day my mother had died i was in the hospital with her right by her side.As the line went flat i remember feeling a strong sence of comfort
on my shoulder.I then saw a tear roll down my mothers frozen face.What i seen actualy accured and i would never make up such an obsecne story.
About a year ago m older sister told my family that she had a dream that she had been driving in my mothers old car with my mom.She then had said she looked at my mother and said "Mommy i thought you were gone?" and my mother replied "Do you want this dream or not?"My sister then was awoken by a strong chill in her bedroom.My little sister was one years old when my mother past away so she doesnt quite remember her.One day my little sistaer asked me if my mother had ever visited me at night.I said no and asked why.She then told me that she was sleeping one night and she seen a bright light and an angel with pich black hair and a big smile say to her "i miss you" then she too was awoken by a strong chill.My sister was 8 at the time.At times i can feel someone over my shoulder just to check on me.I even can close my eyes and see my mother holding out her arms and i can smell her perfume.she is not a ghost wich is great to say that shes an angel,my gardian angel and my mother is in heaven.
For as long as i can remember i have had weird things happen to me,
first real encounter was when i was twelve. I remember i was living at my
grandma in florida and was babysitting my sister at the time. We where watching
Tv (I can even remember what we were watching.) when i heard the refridgerator
door open, no one else was home so I leaned back the recliner to see what was
going on when i saw a knee high white object shoot down the hallway. The
funny thing was that it did not scare me for some reason I knew it was my
grandfather that past away in the kitchen of a heart attack. I got up to go to the
kitchen and open the fridge, thats when i saw his insulin right in the front of
My next experiance was when i was 20 we lived in a old house and weird
things happend, like the tv being on when it was not befor and when you would go
turn it off you could'nt because it was never on. A few times my son (then 1
1/2) would look up to the ceiling and talk and laugh at things i could not see.
Now I am almost twenty-nine and things still happen to me, like i sometimes
hear the phone ring before it does, and i also see these electric like little
balls on the walls and ceiling, but when i go to focus on them they are gone.
I am still trying to find a way to see theses spirits as i have learned what
they are but still not luck someday I hope to figure all of this out.
My Haunted House
When I was about 16 years old, my younger brother and I were up late watching a movie in the living room of the house I still live in, which was built in 1880. We heard strange noises coming from the kitchen. This was really not very out of the ordinary because not only do old houses make strange noises, but we were use to unexplained noises as well. Mine is a family of believers. Well, we heard these noises and my brother says, "oh it's just the ghost. I can communicate with it if I want. I do it all the time." well, I was kind of freaked out and told him not to do anything stupid. So he yells out "if you're there let us know" and at that precise second a huge crashing resounded in the kitchen. It sounded like the clean dishes in the drain board had all crashed and fallen. My brother jumped up to go check it out and although I was hesitant, to say the least, I followed. Well when we got to the kitchen we realized that there was nothing disturbed at all. In fact, there were no dishes in the drain board. So we checked around and there was nothing that could have made that noise. Our dog was asleep upstairs as well as our parents. What was really strange was that my mother did not come running, nor did my dog. Everyone slept right through it and it was an extremely loud noise. As I looked at my little brother in total shock he simply said, "see, I told you so." There have been many unexplained events in this home which my family has occupied for about 10 years now. This was the one that convinced me that I could no longer accept the explanations that I sometimes tried to make myself believe for all of the strange noises and goings-on in this home. Although I am sometimes scared when the hair raises at the back of my neck, I believe that this ghost is not bad in any way, however sometimes mischievious. Thank you for listening to my story.
Grandmas Things and the Champagne Flute
I have several ghost stories to tell.....I was at my apartment cleaning
out a closet and had found some things of my Grandma's that I was given
after she passed away about 2 or 3 years ago. I'm still upset over my Grandmother's
death so I started crying and brought some of the things into the kitchen
to put up on my kitchen wall and when I set them down near the toast the
coils on the inside of the toaster turned bright red like the toaster was
on but I hadn't used it in days!! It was also an old toaster my Grandma
had owned and it only worked if you put the bread in the certain slot and
then it would lower the bread in the toaster and then it would work. The
toaster couldn't have possible turned on by itself like that. After a minute
or 2 the coils in the toaster were no longer red and were back to normal
and the toaster was still cold. I did pick up the toaster and tried to
shake it to make sure it wasn't a fluke but no matter what I did the toaster
wouldn't turn on. That was about 6 months ago and since then the toaster
has never turned on by itself since. I feel that on that day when I was
missing my Grandma so much I could hardly breathe that she was trying to
let me know that she was with me and that I shouldn't be so sad.
Another time in my apartment my partner was walking into the kitchen to get some ice cream cake out of the freezer. She was almost to the freezer when a champagne flute that was on top of the fridge but was behind two rows of glasses flew off the fridge and over all the glasses without knocking any of them down and flew diagonally at her almost hitting her in the head. Then the champagne flute fell to the floor but did not break. At the same time this was going on a glass bowl of fruit we had sitting on the counter next to the fridge blew out at her too. I don't know why this happened but I do know that the glass couldn't have come flying off the fridge like that...miss knocking down or breaking everything that was standing in front of it and then land on the linoleum floor without breaking. Also glass bowls like that just don't shatter at the same time like that for no reason.
i am an engineer in the navy and i work in many engineering
things are loud and many times hot. anyways while on watch and touring some
spaces i would get a strong feeling that i am being stared at. one night i
was in one of our spaces while on watch and had got mad because one of my
equipment wouldn't get back into specs and wouldn't function right, but it
always did that. so i got mad and just started cursing, soon after i went to
the lower level of the machinery space and as i was going down the ladder i
felt as if i was pushed down the stairs. i cought myself and slid all the
way to the deck. i looked back and i was the only one there, no one could of
came in without me knowing. i just blew it off and as i was taking readings
on one of our a/c plants i felt as if someone was just staring hard. i raced
out, and many times after when i would go there i get that strong feeling
and once i have seen a bright flash right behiond me, but it couldn't be a
light because none of them were flickering. in another space i would hear
things many times while in watch. sometimes when i would begin to dose off
all of a sudden i would hear a loud noise in the back of the space, and no
one would be there. sometimes i would see shadows or bright little lights
move around and vanish. one night i shut the lights off in the space with a
friend of mine in the back and he said he saw a person in coveralls just
staring at him. he said it was a guy who had died years before and he used
to stand watch in there many times. many other of my friends who stood watch
in there said they would see and hear things too. some say that when they
would lay down in there while not busy that they would all of a sudden feel
a hard push on their chest and no one was there.
thanks for the time.
Ghosts don't Hunt Modern Houses
Well, they do!
It is rather annoying to be told to your face that your encounter with a ghost was not real because it happened in a modern house. I accept that most people, when they think of haunted houses, imagine 16th/17th century mansions not a 1980s terrrace on a housing estate.
So the story begins. I had just bought my first house, a small, two bedroomed modern terrace. It was all I could afford but nevertheless was what I wanted. So. as the lease on my rented property overlapped the move in date for my house, I saw this as an ideal opportunity to paint the living room and do other DIY before I moved myself in. After a few weeks I decided that I needed to get used to sleeping there, so I retired to my bedroom, where I slept on a bed that the previous owner was only to happy to leave, and as I didnt have any furniture, I was happy to accept.
In the early hours of the morning, I dont know exactly when, I woke up. I was not sure why I had woken up, but the one thing I did know for certain was that I was not alone in the room. It is such a difficult sensation to describe to someone who has not felt it, but I discovered a sense that I had not used before, my 6th one. A few seconds later I felt the sensation of my duvet being pulled down, together with the cold air on my skin. The duvet didnt of course move, but every sensation in my body said that it did. Then a few seconds later I knew that whatever had happened had finished.
I was not at first sure of what I had experienced. The second night, I was a bit more certain. The same thing happened, I woke up in the early hours. This time I was more tense and as the duvet sensation-thing happened I moved and then I felt a punch as if someone had punched me in the stomach. Again it didnt last long. This time I was certain of what I had experienced.
I slept in my rented accommodation for a few days and tried to rationalise things to myself. However, determined to conquer this whatever-it-was I slept over on a weekday, partly because I had a meeting the next day in that town. So, when I woke up the third time I was lying on my front with the corners of the duvet in my hands. I was sweating profusely and as "it" came over to me, the same sensation of cold air on my back occurred, but this time there was a whooshing noise as well. And then it was gone.
I couldnt sleep for weeks, and hated going to bed, I used to keep the light on and the BBC world service on all night. I was given advice by lots of people who had encountered ghosts, (Britain seems to be full of ghosts, so there is no shortage of people with stories to tell) and the advice I was given, was to tell whatever it was firmly but politely to leave. I wrote out a speech, and rehearsed it, but I really didnt want to talk to it. Luckily for me the third encounter was also the last encounter. I think whatever-it-was must have satisfied its curiosity about me.
I did later take the bed down to the tip, just in case it was connected to the haunting, but it was very uncomfortable anyway.
I have been fascinated by ghost stories from a young age, and having worked in historical buildings known to have had ghosts I thought I was insensitive to such things. I always wanted to have a ghostly experience, but other than being able to tell other people about it, I would rather not have had it at all.
This happened a bit over one and a half years ago at my friend's
Orange County, CA. Her and her family are very worldly people and don't
really seem to care much for their religion or what protection it could give
them. This could explain why things of the such that I'm about tell of
happen at her house. I believe their worldliness opens them to these
I was going to spend the night at my friend's house, and we were going
to sleep in her room. Her room always had an eerie essence and feeling to
it, so I decided it was best not to sleep on the floor. Her whole house
seemed emptier than usual that day. Later on, me, my friend, and her little
brother all slept in her large bed. I tried not to toss and turn
uncontrollably like I usually did as not to wake the two up. I looked out
the window and saw the orange street lights shining on the pavement of the
street. I didn't like looking into great abyss, for it gave me a frightened
feeling. It was dead silent the whole time, so I turned back toward the
wall. I couldn't feel my heart in my chest, and I couldn't hear a thought
in my head. I should have been baking hot, because I was lying under a
thick comforter with two other people, but my whole body felt rather cold.
It was then that I heard what sounded like a deep, hollow growl and a
partial moaning sound intertwined. I turned around. A large silhouette of
the deepest black began moving across the window. It had long, shaggy,
draping hair all over it's "body" and appeared to have a pair of ram horns.
It was still dead silent, and it seemed to walk and float across the window
at the same time. The whole thing appeared to be atleast nine feet tall.
My house was about twenty minutes away from my friend's, but it was
around 10:30 at night. I decided to pack my things and head for home. I
put on my sweatshirt, pants, and boots, put all of my things in my backpack,
and wrote a note for my friend that I had left. I headed for the front
door, which was very thick with a rubber seal on it. Of course it creaked
and my friend's mom woke up. She began telling everyone in the house
outloud that it was just me making the noises. She asked me in an ignorant
manner why I had gotten up. I paused and said, "...I want to go home." So
she let me call my mom, and I asked her to come pick me up. While I was
waiting, my friend asked me why I wanted to go home. I told her that I saw
something, and, wouldn't ya know it, she didn't believe me. Honestly, I
Soon enough, I heard a honk outside the house. My friend's mom opened
the door, and I saw my mom's white van in the street. She smiled and waved.
I bid good-bye to my friend and her mom, and a great wave of reassurance
came over me as I ran to my mother's car.
As soon as I got in the front seat, I felt warmth for the first time in
a while. As we pulled out of the street and headed towards home, my mom
said, "You know what?" I sat back, "What?" She looked foward, "I had a
feeling that you were gonna call."
I now live in Corona and never plan on going back to her house. She didn't
treat me that well anyway.
My name is Michael, and im 21 years old. Throughout my childhood
I loved Christmas, i enjoyed getting gifts as a very young child fom "Santa"
My Family also loved the holiday, and took many pictures of me on christmas
morning..Nothing strange about that I know, but what were in these pictures
were, and sometime scared me when i saw them at such a young age. In ALMOST
every picture of me they took on Christmas morning there was something
in the pictures with me. SOme pictures it was orbs, some pictures had things
"flowing" through them.. All these pictures were taken in the same room
of our house (we ALWAYS used the same room for our trees, etc) and except
for one that also had my oldest brother in them, I was the only person
in the room at the time the pictures were taken (or atleast the only one
I remember) My brother kept these pictures aside for me, largly due to
the fact i asked him not to throw them away (as my parents wanted to do)He
still 5 or 6 of these pictures (there were ALOT more) but through the years
most of them were lost or miss-placed.. Most of these pictures had
things flowing through them, one (one he still has i believe) has something
going aroudn my head in a circle.. Like i said this use to scare me, now
when I see the pictures I sort of like to think of the thing in them as
my "Christmas Angel". I dont know what was in the pictures with me, but
it never hurt me, or cause me any harm. Just scared me when i saw the pictures..
currently my brother has these pictures back at home.. I moved away about
a year ago so i dont have them right now.. but I going to get him to send
them to me (or drive back home to get them) I dont have them to send you
right now, but I do plan on doing just that as soon as i can get my hands
on them again..
There were a few "things" that happened in the house at other times, but there wernt many. Doors would slam themselves and from time to time..my brother (the same one that has the pictures) swears up-and-down his bedroom floor began "pulsing" one night, and he also says one time he saw our dead grandmother in our basement... what he says I can not vouch for.. but I swear by the pictures taken on Christmas mornings, and the fact i never really "felt alone" when i was there by myself
I realize your site probably gets alot of letters like this, I would love for this to be posted somewhere on your site (yours is my fav. site on the entire internet) but I totally understand if my story isnt what you need posted.. I still plan, however to email you scans of my pictures as soon as i get them to scan.. I will resend the entire email and attach them to it then..
If you do post my story however, I ask that you do post my name along with it.. Because im NOT ashamed to tell this story.. It IS very special to me, and I for one do believe in ghosts, angels and demons as well.. but whatever it was with me in that room all those mornings never harmed me in anyway.
My name is Michael and the house where this happened is right outside a little town called Montevallo, in Alabama.. and my email address is firstname.lastname@example.org, and I welcome any questions or comments about my story..
As I said im not ashamed of my Christmas Angel
I have since moved out of my last house, which was haunted, and very
glad because of it. I've heard ghost stories before, but none so horrible
as my own. I don't know how the ghost got there or why he was there, but
he was there all right and very angry. I lived in that house for a year
before I moved out, the haunting seemed to be just in the attic, where
I had to sleep. The basic stuff started to happen, things disappearing,
my stairway door opening and closing. I had a big curtain separating the
outer part of my attic (with closets all along the wall) and the inner
part (my bedroom). I would lay there at night and watch the curtain move
like someone had the hand on it and was trailing across width of it, nothing
to bad but creepy nonetheless. Strange thing about my ghost is that it
couldn't go done stairs and into the second floor hall, every time it's
shadow, or whatever it decided to be at the time wanted to go down it would
get to the threshold and kinda disintegrate and just float away, weird.
This basic stuff went on for the majority of the time before I moved my
room downstairs. But before that happened it got really, really bad. I
remember one time I had woken up in the middle of the night (I do this
quite often anyway), the ghost was just standing there above me, It lightly
whispered "I will get you" and walked away towards the opposite corner
of the room. That's pretty damn scary, he's gonna get me, I don't think
(luckily he didn't). Another time I had fallen asleep early, when I woke
up it was about 11:00pm, but there was a teenage girl on the bottom corner
of my bed. I sat there completely paralyzed, couldn't move or speak at
all, she slowly turned around and started crawling towards me, I thought
it was just my ghost, but when her hands touched my neck and slowly started
to squeeze I realized this ghost is going to kill me. I snapped out of
it and ran before she could get a good grasp, but before I could get out
of reach she twirled around and lashed out at my right leg, she left three
huge gashes, I still have scars there. The following day I moved out of
that room. A week later my cousin had come over, I told him about my ghost
and he immediately went to the attic, at that time I had noticed a door
that leads into the crawl space above my outer room at the top of the stairs.
Me and my cousin went to opening it, it was painted shut. After we scraped
it all away we realized it had been nailed shut from the inside and there
was no way to get in.
Another Haunted Apartment Santa Monica, Ca.
I have had several true experiences of this nature, and am posting another small one that happened fairly recently. This took place at the apartment of my friend in Santa Monica in August of 2002. She has lived there for 12 years now and the building was built some time in the late 1940s. Most of the tenants stay about 15 years or so, because they were previously under rent control, and once they move they cannot get rent control anymore as the city has gotten rid of the program altogether. None of the current tenants have any idea who this ghost was in life or the nature surrounding it, so it must predate everyone there. My friend Sarah, is to be honest somewhat of an airhead, and so she had never in all the years she has lived there told me of any strange goings on in the apartment. I found it surprising though even so, as she has known for so long that I am interested in ghosts and things related. When she first moved there she wanted me to room with her at the time. We were both young and single and went out a lot, and it was a great area to live in for that. Her apartment even though rather old and not very well kept up, is very well set up for roommates. Each bedroom is at a separate end of the unit, and the unit is very large, about 1800 square feet. I liked the area and the privacy, but each time I thought about the vacant room, it just turned me off. It was very unappealing, but I was never sure why. Her room felt fine and even happy, but this other room was almost a little dark and negative. She had many roommates over the years that came and went and she asked me several times to move there, but I had made up my mind that it had a negative vibe, although I never told her that. In 1995 she was married and her husband moved in with his 7 year old son. She has had marital problems for a long time now, and recently her husband is always out of town. Last August she asked me to come over and spend the night. It was the first time I had in about ten years. Her stepson used to have the room, but he now lives with his mother, so it's basically an office bedroom etc. She told me that I would be sleeping in there and I was not thrilled, but it was pretty much my only option. She has a baby now and so she goes to bed fairly early, even though I usually stay up late. I was bored around midnight, so I decided to retire to the room. Before I did, she mentioned that the computer in there was completely shut down and so she hoped that I did not want to use it. No power saver, but completely shut off. I looked as I went to bed and sure enough all was powered off. The computer is about 21/2 feet from the side of the bed. A little cramped. I am not the type to fall asleep easily ever, and so I always lay there for sometime beforehand. During this time, I heard the computer start up and what sounded like switches being turned on and also the sounds of someone messing with the keyboard. I was not at all alarmed for some odd reason and I looked but saw nothing. I thought, oh well another ghost, even though she has never told me anything to think this. I felt that it was male also. What was odd was the next morning. She came into the hallway right at my door and was talking about various things, and she blurted out that she knew she had a ghost in the apartment because for years strange things would happen to the TV, and the CD player and stereo were always operating when not touched. That morning her DVD player was opening as she walked past it, she said. Then she told me that her stepson used to say all the time that he saw a man watching him many times when he was in the shower, through the glass door. This began I guess not to long after he moved in with his dad, and went on continually. The bathroom he used was attached to the room I was staying in. I proceeded to tell her after all of that, about the computer the night before and how it had turned itself on. The very same morning we were talking about this, another friend of hers called and mentioned that she had just seen her resident ghost that morning, that lives in her condo. She recently bought this condo in Newport Beach. She had seen it before, but not as clearly. I thought it was very odd that she called at the same time we were talking about this topic. It all happened in 3's it seemed. Very weird, but the usual nature of the paranormal.
My husband John and i used to own a 2 story farm house in the middle
of a small community in Ohio. We bought it from my husbands family
after his dad died. Before we moved in, his bother and sisters kept telling
me about this ghost that supposedly lived in the house. I have always thought
that there is a possibilty of ghosts but i wasn't a true believer until
after we moved into this house.
The family story is that there was supposed to be a man that hung himself in the house but none of the family knew his name or why. Also my mother-in-law died from a massive stroke there and my father -in-law killed himself on the property.
Strange things started happening right after we moved into the house. One night i couldn't sleep and was in the living room looking out a window when i felt a presence behind me in the doorway between the living room and the kitchen. I turned around and there was nothing there but i could still feel it staring at me. We would have appliances and lights turn themselves on. On certain nights we could hear footsteps walk through the upstairs bedrooms and then down the steps to the kitchen. I had a dog in the house that would never go upstairs even if i went up. The cats in the house wouldn't go upstairs unless i was with them and they came back down as soon as i did. Some evenings my dog would stand and bark toward the kitchen and when i would check it out nothing would be there. My husband would come home and i had all the lights on in the house because i would get really scared. It got to the point where i wouldn't get ready for bed when my husband was on evening shift because of the spirit. it was really creepy.
The Metal Box
We've both seen this creature. Ree lives in an old house, that, for
reason, unknown to us, was painted black. A year ago, we were both fifteen
and definately into the supernatural. During October, when the ground
freezes up here, we were helping her step-dad dig up the sewage pipes,
because it had been frozen. It was Halloween.
Well, we were digging after school, before her step-dad got home, and we dug
up a metal box. It was secured with an old padlock, and painted on the top,
with the initials K.L.C. Ree got a mallet, and we broke the padlock. Inside
was a single sheet of paper, reading Speak To Them. It sounded phony to us,
and we burnt it in the kitchen sink.
The next day, I crashed on the floor of her room, and we stayed up
watching a bunch of crappy eighties movies. It was raining heavily outside,
and the power went out. We were sitting on Ree's bed, and the light next to
the stairs came on. This surprised us, because, if the power was on, the TV
and stereo system would be back on, then she said that we hadn't left the
light on, there. She was right.
We were watching the stairs going upstairs, she lives in the basement, and
we saw a flash of black. Then something appeared. It scared the shit out of
us. It was tall, and had raggy, furled wings. It's eyes were red.
Someone said, after we told them about it, that it sounded like the
devil himself. Ree, who hasn't been the same since, agreed. So did I. If I
hadn't seen it for myself, I wouldn't have believed her. But I did see it,
and we're both still scared to go into the basement. We believe that the
note, and the demon were associated with each other. We can only pray we
don't see it again.
The Blue Lady
This hapened to me when i was at the age of ten.
My cousin, uncle,sister,and step aunt went to Half Moon Bay.
We were driving up devils slide and we were looking for a beach to go to, to explore.(it was about 4 pm)
Finally we found a little cove right below the Castillery.
We thought nothing of it and we went down to the beach anyways.(supposively the same beach were the blue lady was killed)
My cousin and I started walking around the beach and started talking about the lovely sunset taking place...
then out of the corner of my eye i saw beautiful transparent lady all in blue sitting on the rocks letting the waves hit her. I thought this was kind of weird because it was really cold.
I asked my cousin if he saw her to, he did.
but my uncle,sister, and step aunt did not see her at all.
My cousin and i got really freaked out and we just ran away to the other side of the beach. when we got over there
she was standing right in front of us, smiling.
now this got us really freaked and we wanted to go home.
so we did.
when we were walking to the our car i looked back and her face was right behind me
smiling in a scary way.
I turned around , and told my cousin not to look back.
but he did anyways and said there was no one there.
One the way back home we talked about it but no one believed us.
I know what i saw and it scared me a half to death...
Reality Sets In
Thanks for your excellent web site. I've enjoyed reading the
stories for a few years now, and never really thought to share
my own experience. But it is what made me a believer, so
I do consider it worth telling.
I had a girlfriend after high school who really had some serious
problems that came to light as our relationship
developed. Besides anorexia, she was a closet alcoholic, and
I finally had to finish off our relationship when I realized
that I wasn't able to help her out of the hole she had buried
A few years passed, and I had only seen her once at the
laundromat and she did not look good.
Well, word came to me through a mutual friend that she had
died. I insisted on not knowing any details. It was just too
horrible to imagine how bad it had gotten for her.
But eventually, I had to know if it was true. So I called the
church she had attended and yes, they said that she was
indeed buried in a cemetery a few miles from there.
So I went to see. I had no idea where she was, so I entered
the grounds driving slowly and stopping occasionally to check
the markers. At one of these times, I was standing to the side
of my car. It was late afternoon, so the light was good. And
I vaguely remember asking her, "Where are you?"
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a figure of a young woman
standing in a yellow/white robe looking down. Her hair was
fallen over her face so I couldn't see it. But I knew it was her.
And it was no surprise when I actually turned to look, she was gone.
But I walked the 20 feet or so to find that she had indeed been looking down upon her grave.
Poor soul. I've been back once since to give her an update of
my life, but I have a fear of keeping her from resting in peace,
so I am reluctant to return. I hope she has found peace.
MY FATHERS HAUNTING.
MY FATHER IS A 70 OLD WHO HAS DEGREES IN SEVERAL STUDIES.HE SPENT TIME IN THE MILITARY AND ALSO HAS EXPERIENCE IN FLYING . I CONSIDER HIM A VERY LEVEL HEADED MAN.YOU COULD IMAGINE MY SURPRISE WHEN HE TOLD ME OF A SOMETHING HE EXPERIENCED WHEN HE WAS YOUNGER.WHEN HE WAS YOUNG HE LIVED IN HONDURAS IN THE MOUNTAINS.HE WAS PLAYING OUTSIDE AND NOTICED THE LOCAL BAR OWNER STANDING ON A HIGH SECTION OF THE MOUNTAIN.BEWILDERED AND CONCERNED HE RAN INSIDE TO ASK HIS MOTHER WHAT THE MAN WAS DOING STANDING ON THE CLIFF ON SUCH A DANGEROUS POINT.HIS MOTHER RESPONDED WITH SCORN AND SCOLDED HIM SAYING THAT HIM SEEING THIS MAN WAS A LIE AND IMPOSSIBLE CONSIDERING THE MAN 'S OBITUARY WAS IN THE MORNING'S PAPER.MY FATHER WAS THEN CONVINCED THAT WHAT HE HAD SEEN WAS A GHOST.
Lucid Dream or Reality
I don't know whether this qualifies as a ghost
story as such but i will tell it anyway, after first telling you a little
about my family. my parents are pagans and practice witchcraft by choice
and have never hidden this from us. When i was little i would always see
strange things or sense things, but because my parents never made a fuss
when i told them about them, i never thought i was weird. I have seen on
many occasions my dead pets, namely, my favourite and dearest old cat named
tiddles who is the colour of ginger biscuits and is absolutely adorable.
Many times i have seen him sitting watching me, usually just out of curiousity
i guess, and then also wheni have been in bed at night, have felt a cat
jump up on to my lap, but when i have reached down to stroke it, there
has been nothing there. this unnerved me at first but now i am used to
it. the point i am trying to make with this is that all my previous 'paranormal'
experiences have been - if not pleasurable - bearable, which is why the
story i am about to tell now is such a contrast to this, because it was
truley terrifying. here goes.
I was lying in my bed one night, and i honestly cannot recall whether i was asleep or awake. i believe now that i was somewhere in between, because that is the only place i could have been vulnerable considering the protection spells that shroud my home, as courtesy of my parents. Anyway, as i said i was lying there, and i noticed all of a sudden that the room becacame very cold, i i started to shiver. I raised my eyes to the ceiling and hovering above my bed was some kind of manifestation - kind of pearly white. it did not have human form, but just looked more like a cloud. it was only when i looked closer did i see the hideous face that seemed to be leering at me. all of a sudden i couldn't move and the thing - whatever it was, whooshed down and plunged into my body, and i could feel it surging through every fibre of my being. the tips of my fingers to the soles of my feel almost felt alive with some kind of electricity, but not in a good way. my body was still freezing and i think i began to cry. The next thing i recall is starting as if waking up and being warm again, but being drenched in cold sweat with tears sliding down my face. To this day i have never experienced anything like it, a fact for which i am profoundly grateful. I have no idea what it was or why it came to me, for to my knowledge i have never done anything to upset the spirit world. All i know is that i will remember it until the day i die, because it was one of the most frightening things that has ever happened to me.
Hanby Jr. High School, Gold Hill, Oregon
Thank you for such an interesting site. I have seen a few strange things
in my lifetime, some of which defy explanation.
Some are easily explained, and that can be the scary part.
I worked at Hanby Jr. High School in 1990-1991. The place was built in
1910 and is now on the National Historic register. I loved that old school.
The building has three stories above ground and a sub-terranian level that
housed the boiler room, Home Ec. and cafeteria. The teacher's lunge was
moved down there as well while I worked at Hanby.
I had been told of happenings there before I ever subbed at the place as
a janitor and was told that there were a couple of janitors that locked up
and left well before the end of shift at 9 PM (the night Custodian works
alone) and never went back. I fell in love with the old building the first
time I ever set foot in the place.
The first time I ever noticed anything odd was in the library, and I
never liked to be in that room after dark. I could never put my finger on
it but there was something ungood in that room. I would watch M.A.S.H. on
the TV in the library during my lunch and never felt alone in there, and the
closer it came to dark the more ominous the feelings became. Good thing
M.A.S.H. was over by 5 PM each night! This room was always the first one
that I cleaned as soon as the kids were gone, no way would I be in there
after the sun went down. One time I did try to talk to whatever lives in
the Library and tell the spirit that I meant no harm, but as I did so the
room became close and stuffy, an indication that I took as the spirit
telling me it did not care who I was or what I did, as long as I left
him/her alone. Fine by me...
The funniest things always happened on the top floors of the building.
Whoever's spirit lived on the top floor had a cute sense of humor. I would
clean from the top down, lugging the vacuum and all with me to the top and
bouncing down the stairs as I went. I always closed the fire doors for each
landing as the building had no fire system and the thought of losing such a
treasure to fire frightened me. My spirit liked to re open these doors for
me as I did a final walk-around of the building before I went home. At
least once a week my spirit would have the door open for me as I walked
through the building. I always thanked the spirit for opening the doors but
cautioned him/her that they needed to stay closed overnight in case
something happened. Several times I saw movement in rooms as I finished up
and closed the door to what ever room I was in, never clearly but always a
definite shape would move near a corner or in the center of the room. As I
worked alone at night, I enjoyed having the company as I worked and I
believe that the spirit did as well. Never did I feel threatened in any
room of the school other than the Library.
The best thing I remember from working there, although it caused me to
walk up about a hundred stairs a few times, was the evenings that my spirit
discovered the light switches. Oh joy, now I found myself with a fun-loving
ghost that knows how to turn lights on! One evening I had finished with the
outbuildings (Gym, Mobile classrooms, etc) and did my walk around the campus
in preparation to go home. The building was dark, the quiet town of Gold
Hill bedding down for the night. I glanced at the building from the ground
level and all was dark. I finished my walk-around and got in my pickup to
go home. I always finished the night out by driving around the block that
the school was no, just to eyeball the place and make sure all was well.
remember, I loved this school.
Let me re-affirm that the building was dark as I walked the grounds.
As I drove around the corner of the property, I noticed that the top
floor was lit up, every light turned on.
I stopped my truck and walked up the concrete steps to the front of the
building, unlocked the doors and went inside. I trudged up the six flights
of stairs muttering unkind things about my spirit, as I just wanted to go
home. As usual, the fire doors were open at each landing, at least making
my trip easier. I thanked my spirit for at least doing that small favor for
me. I got to the top floor and walked each and every room, turning lights
off as I went. To say that I felt accompanied would be an understatement.
As I snapped the light off on the top floor landing I told the spirit to let
me go home.
I walked back down all the stairs, closing fire doors behind me, and down
the steps to the curb where my truck was parked. The building stood dark.
As I closed the door to my pickup I looked up at my building to see the
lights to the top floor all come on in unison. I just shook my head in
laughter and went home.
I called the dayshift custodian the next morning to ask about the lights
and he told me that the lights were not on when he came in at 5:30 AM,
everything was fine. I guess my spirit figured out that I was serious about
going home and turned everything off after I left. I now live in Sandy,
Oregon and work in television in Portland. I am grateful that I have moved
up the ladder but have to admit that I miss my school, my kids and my
Ghosts in the Pentagon
I just got an e-mail from my best-friend in D.C..Her husband works
in the Pentagon at night.She said the other night he was on the upper floor,inner
ring of the Pentagon doing his nightly walk.The corridors are very narrow
and poorly lit.He noticed a bathroom door standing open and the lights
were flickering on and off rapidly.He went inside to see what the problem
was and as soon as he entered the bathroom he felt something brushing up
against the back of his neck.He then turned around to see what was behind
him and nothing was there.Then when he turned back around he felt it again.He
describes it as someone rubbing there face on the back of your neck.Then
the poor guy who is usually not easily scared btw ran like hell until he
came upon 2 guys standing at the end of a hall talking about something
brushing them on the neck earlier.He was right next to the crash site of
American Airlines flight 77.
LAST NIGHT WHILE MY HUSBAND LAYED DOWN TO WATCH BOXING IN OUR BEDROOM
HE HAD A LIFE-CHANGING EXPERIENCE.WHILE HE MUNCHED ON SOME DOUGHNUTS AND
SETTLED DOWN TO WATCH HIS PROGRAM HE FELT AND SAW AN IMPRESSION ON OUR
BED .SOON AFTER HE FELT THE ROOM TURN ICE COLD.HE LEFT THE DOUGHNUTS BEHIND
AND LEFT THE HOUSE IMMEDIATELY. I HAPPENED TO BE SLEEPING OVER AT MY SISTERS
HOUSE WITH MY TWO CHILDREN.ANYONE WHO KNOWS MY HUSBAND WOULD AGREE THAT
HE IS SKEPTICAL ABOUT SUCH MATTERS.HE IS CONSIDERED QUITE BRAVE AND VERY
HARD TO SHAKE.WELL WHEN I RETURNED HOME I CAN GUARNTEE YOU HE WAS WELL
SHAKEN.HE EVEN WENT TO THE STORE TO PURCHASE RELIIGIOUS PRAYER CANDLES.WELL
,I CAN TELL YOU I BELIEVED THE FEAR IN HIS EYES AND WILL SAY MY PRAYERS
MY DAD TOLD ME A STORY THAT I FOUND QUITE MIRACULOUS.ONE NIGHT WHILE
SLEEPING IN OUR OLD TWO STORY HOUSE WHICH WAS EQUIPPED WITH AN INTERCOM
SYSTEM HE HEARD A WHISTLE IN HIS EAR.HE THOUGHT HIS EARS MIGHT OF BEEN
PLAYING TRICKS ON HIM SO HE DOZED BACK TO SLEEP.ANOTHER WHISTLE RUNG IN
HIS EAR EVEN LOUDER AND OUR INTERCOM BEGAN TO BUZZ.WELL,HE WOKE UP AND
THOUGHT SOMEONE IN THE FAMILY WAS CALLING HIM FROM DOWNSTAIRS.HE CHECKED
THE FAMILY AND EVERYONE WAS FAST ASLEEP.WELL THIS CONVINCED HIM AN INTRUDER
WAS IN THE HOUSE.HE GRABBED A BAT AND A FLASHLIGHT AND TURNED ON EVERY
LIGHT AND CHECKED THAT ALL THE DOORS WERE LOCKED,THEY WERE.SOMETHING TOLD
HIM TO CHECK THE DOOR LEADING TO THE GARAGE AND WHEN HE GRABBED THE DOORKNOB
IT WAS HOT.THERE WAS A FIRE IN THE GARAGE AND SOMETHING HAD WARNED HIM
. HE PROCEEDED TO CALL THE FIRE DEPARTMENT.THIS SPIRIT HAD SAVED THE LIFE
OF EVERYONE IN THE HOUSE AND AS I LIKE TO THINK CHANGED DESTINY.
My Great Grandma Ginny died when I was four. I don't remember
her very much but my mom says I was close to her. The worst part
about Grandma's death was it happened on my birthday. A few days
ago my mom and my grandparents and I went out for dinner and we started
talking about ghosts, and somehow Ginny got brought into it. My
mom told me that at home after she died i had told her that I had
seen grandma Ginny and she told me good bye.
My friend Joe's mom told me about her boyfriend Gary. He had been protective over Joe and like to take joe and show he neat stuff. When Joe was 5 Gary died. They had been looking for an apartment to move into so they moved into gary's after he died. Joe's mom didn't tell him because she didn't think he was ready to deal with death. So Joe kept asking why Gary hadn't come over and she just said he was on vacation. Then one day about 8 months later when Joe's mom came home from work Joe told her Gary had stopped by and said hello. She was freaked out. They didn't see Gary again for awhile but they always felt like someone was there looking over them. Then when Joe turned 8 he was sitting in the living room ( he had already found out Gary was dead) watching tv a big fuzzy looking shadow of a man show up on the wall and Joe new it had to be Gary. Then about a month later, Joe woke up in the middle of the night and saw Gary standing at the foot of his bed. Gary told him goodbye and he hasn't seen him since
My mom and I have always been afraid to go upstairs in my Auntie Mingo's house. She lives in a very old house out in a small town called Chesterfield. When you go up the stairs the are plain and dark and creepy. The stairs always make me get the chills and i feel like someone is looking at me. I have never actually gotten past the first three steps because I feel like I'm not wanted up there. My mom told me that when she was about 14 she was going up the stairs and as she got to the top something pushed her up against the banister she decided to go back down pretty quick after that. She said the same thing to me that she felt like she wasn't wanted in there. The weird thing is Jim earl lives up there but nothing bothers him. We figure that whoever or whatever it is that is up there it doesn't want us up there because we don't live there.
The Old White House
I lived in this old white house for almost two years, witnessing many things. The first time anything happened, me, my best friend and her younger brother were sitting up playing cards and hanging out because they live in Lubbock and were going home soon. So we're sitting there playing cards and we decide to go to bed. I turn off the lights and turn the radio on. Leslie and Steven get in the full sized bed and I climb in the twin bed. A few minutes later, the radio turns all the way down. I ask them if they did it and they swear they didn't move and I knew that I hadn't done it. I blew it off and went and turned it back up. A few minutes after I lay back down, it turns all the way up. After that we decide to all sleep next to each other with the lights on. Another experiance I had, I was by myself in my room with my cat. I had just turned the tv off and was laying down getting ready for bed, when the tv begins to turn on and off repeatedly by itself. Naturally I freaked out and ran to my mommie. She went back in with me and it started to go on and off again. We noticed the cat was behind us flipping out. Basically the only other things that happened there before we moved out was tvs would turn on when no one was downstairs, stuff would disappear, and doors would shut. The other experiance I had was about 2 weeks ago when I was out at a friend's house. We were doing tarot readings because that is something my friends are interested in and my best friend who went with me and the guy that owned the house saw ghosts or spirits in the reflection on the window. The only reason I know they weren't kidding around was because the friend that came with me described exactly what the owner saw, and my friend was extremely freaked out, which doesn't happen often. Then I felt something tickle my nose. At first, I thought it was a hair in front of my face but my hair was up in a ponytail and nothing was hanging out. Well thats all I have for now but I'll send more if it happens.
Spirits that dwell in our house
We first noticed unusual sounds and had our lights to go on and off
by themselves right after we moved into this house where my wife's grandparents
use to live. When our children were born things began to heat up around
here with more noises and voices that we couldn't figure out where they
were coming from. My wife and I had a feeling that it was her grandmother
that would turn the lights on in our children's room, because my wife was
upset that her grandmother died and didn't get to see our twin daughters.
We think that it was her way of letting us know that she knew. The basement
has been one of the noisiest places in our house. I use to run outside
of our house when we heard something like a large cardboard box being dragged
across the concrete floor and would try to see if it was someone who was
joking around with us. But when I had my wife watch our door to the basement
and I checked the outside door it would be locked tight and no one had
gotten out upstairs. I would search the whole basement to find nothing.
We often heard footsteps coming up to the basement steps to our kitchen door. They would just stop there as if the spirit couldn't go any further or it was just daring you to open it to give you a nice surprise. One dark stormy night my dog and I had a pretty hair raising moment. My dog which was a terrier didn't just bark at anything like most dogs do. He would only bark when something was really there. Well anyway, he began to growl at the bare wall with his hair raising up, right in the same spot where my wife's grandmother use to have her rocking chair next to a TV. He became even more vicious at the bare wall, he was showing his teeth barking and growling and he had me paying attention like I never had before. I got a sense that there was something there that I couldn't see but he definitely could.
He then took off running to our kitchen as if he was chasing whatever it was right up to the basement door in our kitchen. I knew that I had to open the door, but I really didn't like the idea. I got a really strange feeling that I never had before. I opened the door and my dog went absolutely wild. It was as if he was trying to bite and snap at something that I could now seem to feel but not yet see. My hair began to stand up on my body. It felt as if I felt some kind of electrical shock. I hate to admit this, but I was scared a bit at this point. After about thirty seconds my dog suddenly stopped barking and acted as if nothing ever happened. But as for me, I was on guard the rest of that stormy and creepy night. It wasn't very long after my scare had taken place that I felt as if someone was urging me to use my tape recorder at night. Just to leave it running and go to bed. So that is what I did. I got some really cool voices on it. Before I recorded I asked the spirits in the house if they would like to leave me a message of some kind. Each time I recorded I got someone talking into the recorder. I could even tell when a voice was about to be heard because the recorder would slow down just a bit before the voice was heard. It happened every time I would record them.
Well then I thought about taking pictures of them. I have some really cool ones that are very hard to explain, even for the skeptical people I showed them to they were impressed. One particular photo that I like the best is the one where I asked for any of the ghosts in our house if they wanted their picture taken with my son to get next to him and smile. I didn't get a figure of a person next to my son. It was a yellow looking square thing with an orb that was in motion, it looks as if it was flying from the side of the yellow square right over the top of it. I have human figures on our television set that overlaps the show that was on. I have another one that looks like a small ball of electricity with little lightning bolts coming from it. The best one of all is the one where my granddaughter was showing her Christmas gifts and also in the photo is a human shaped mist that we all believe is our departed grandson who passed away at five months old.
If you are interested in these photos I would be glad to send them in. I have so much more to tell about the strange things that have seen and have pictures of. Even at the hospital where my other grandchildren were all born. A really cool yellow and black orb was all around the room. It wasn't all from the same pack of film either so I really doubt that it was bad film. Well thanks for letting me post this long winded story. And everything that I have said is the truth and I have the photos and other eye witnesses to back me up. Have a great day!
I work at Newstead Abbey in Nottinghamshire, the ancestral home of
the poet Byron. I have worked there for 10 years and many strange
things have happened. But one thing stays in my mind more than any
other. One evening we were actually staging a ghost night with about
40 members of the public. When the group had left the library I had
to change from a dress into a maids outfit that had been hidden for me
behind the curtains. As I got changed I suddenly smelt what seemed
like a match that had been struck. the smell of sulphur was overpowering.
Something was pressing itself into my back and I tried to turn around to
see what was behind me, every hair on my body stood on end and the room
was icy cold, I felt instinct telling me to get out of the room quickly,
which I did. I have had many experiences in this beautiful house
but that scared me and I have never forgotton it.
This is a true story..
Many years ago in 1969 , my family wanted to move house to a place called Thorpe Bay , Essex in UK England.
It was a gorgeous summers August day, very sunny and hot - and as a family we were all feeling quite happy and excited at the prospect of seeing this one particular house.
It was located by a golf course, and of mock Tudor style building. Although it was definitely more of the 19th C period. But it had a fabulous staircase of oak and 4/5 bedrooms.Very big and beautifully presented.
I was about 11 nearing 12 yrs old.
We entered the house, and it was very nice, Sun streaming in through the large windows...we inspected each room downstairs, each of the six members of the family following 'mother' through like ducks waddling along in a secure group.
All was quite fine, until we gotten to the principal bedroom. It faced North - east and the views were un interrupted - except for a couple of tree branches. In other words, the windows were not blocked to make the room feel cool or anything.When I entered this room, it was absolutely freezing. As we spoke, our breath was clearly visible as if we were outside in a mid winter day. Yet it was the middle of summer- August and baking hot outside.
I played merry hell about this room and told my Mom and Pop that it felt horrible. She looked at the windows which had by now gathered ice on the window frames.
What on earth do you think caused this, it is something I will never forget?
I am relieved to tell you, my parents also agreed that the room felt odd, therefore we did not buy it.
I did hear at my school, many months later that the house was used for black magic practices...could this be the reason I wonder.?
I am 12 years old, and here is my story (yes, I have about
a billion more) about my spirit:
While I was in France with my dad, and we were shopping for gifts for other family. I found something I liked, and told him what it was: It was a little box with plastic crickets inside, and when you opened the box, they would make noise. When you closed it the noise would stop. He bought it for me, which now I think of as an annoying mistake. When I brought it to my house in the USA, I had put it on my stereo speaker. (no, the wire hadn't been already cut.) The next two mornings, I heard the noise of the little crickets inside the box, but, the box wasn't open. It had went on for a while, and then, I got sick of it. It stopped for about 3 months, then started going off and on again. It still does this, and every once in a while, I let it go on and on, knowing someone likes to play with it...