Ghosts Lights of Cherokee

By: HMoore6016@aol.com

    About a year ago, i graduated from Western Carolina University in Cullowhee, NC
and this story relates to lights that can be seen similar to the brown mountain lights
but apparently have not been as publicized. Anyway it is located off of an overlook off  the blueridge parkway exit in Cherokee, NC. I was first told of this by one of my friends who was a local of the area and used to go up there with his high school friends and witness the same thing. If you park your car facing the distant valley on a clear moonlit night, you will see these unexplainable lights moving up and down the mountain and into the valley on a usual basis. Its nothing scary, but it does arouse your imagination for sure. Knowing college students and their incredible amount of free time, there were several occasions where i would go up there along with several friends just to see them and to prove the skeptics wrong. the lights would sway back and forth and change colors from bright white to all other colors associated with a spectrum, as if there was someone swaying a lantern back and forth. I would then flash my bright lights at them and they would scatter out moving quicker as if they were coming toward us. On one occasion, we heard a coyote howl so that spelled LEAVE for us. Sometimes a single very bright light would beam out at us from the peak of the far mountain. There are no roads on the far mountain, so they are definitely not headlights like some might suspect. Whether earthly gases associated with a fault line are to blame as the culprit or actual ghostly anomolies, they sure do arouse the imagination. Also the tunnel right before the overlook is spooky for sure. I feel that this should be investigated further and added to North Carolina's questionable places. The Blue Ridge mountains do have a lot of history especially in the Cherokee region.

Ghost Siting

By: ace101@prodigy.net

It all started about 6 months ago.I would always start whistling for no reason.My mom would always tell me to be quiet when she was on the phone or when my dad and her were wacthing tv.I would stop for a minute then start again and get yelled at.Well one night i had just went to bed and i deciced tonight i would sleep with the tv off so i did.The room was silent for about 5 minutes then i heard whistling.My mom and dad were sleeping and they hated my noise anyway and my brother was not home.No one was awake but me,and at first i said just my imagination.Then i went back to sleep and it seemed like as soon as I laid my head down,the whistling started again.I woke up turned on the light again and there was no one there and the window was closed.I stayed up till 4 that night with the tv on too scared to go to sleep.I do believe in the supernatural and I thought a ghost was trying to scare me.I told my friends and family but they never believed me.Well after that night i have never whistled again.I think this happened because this sprit maybe was trying to show me how annoying my whistling was.Maybe it was trying to say you know how you want me to stop, well thats how your parents feel.And since I stoped I never heard that noise again.

By: devilish_angel4ever@hotmail.com

Hello I just recently found your sight and I love it. I don't share my stories on many websights. Matter of fact I think you are the 2nd. Anyhoo I have had many ghostly encounters ever sence I could remember. I'm pretty use to them, but I will admitt that sometimes they freak me out. Well I'm just going to write a couple for now I will probably write some later.
Well my earliest memory of seeing a ghost happened when I was about 4. I woke up lying in my bed looking up at the cealing. Floating in mid air I saw a man in a rocking chair reading. He seemed to be in his late 20's or early 30's. He was solid but multi-coloured (I know it sounds weird). I remember that she was mostly purple and pink. I wasn't scared at all. I just lyed there and looked at him I guess I was curious more than anything. All of a sudden I saw him turn towards me and noticing I was awake and looking at him he just melted away. I ran up to my grandma's room and described the man to her. She took out a picture and it was him. Turned out that he was my uncle. I didn't even know that I had an uncle. He had died when my mom was only 3 so I had never heard of him. I guess he just wanted to meet me :)
The same sort of thing happened to me a few years later. I will start by explaining that I grew up around a dobermin. He thought I was his puppy and followed me around every where and protected me. He was put to sleep when I was really young yet I still remeber. I think it was about a year after and I couldn't sleep one night. I lyed awake in my bed starring at the cealing. I was already kind of scared ( I was scared of the dark). When all of a sudden I saw my dog come into the room (floating a couple inches off the floor). He looked the same as I had remembered but he was see-through. I watched him for a couple of minutes untill he hovered over my bed. He came really close as if he was going to lick my face. I tried to put my hand out to pet him but it just went through him. So of course me being very young I screamed and cried. My dog seemed sad that I wasn't happy to see him but he slowly left melting slowly into thin air. By the time my parents came in the room he was already gone. Surprizingly they beleived me.
Sorry I hope that wasn't too long. Thoughs are my earliest ghost memories. I'll share more later. Keep up the good work on the sight, I love it ! :)

He Was Harmless

By: heathershaw78@yahoo.com

I have never seen a ghost myself, but my mother has had a couple of encounters over the years.  When she was about 5, she was staying overnight at her aunt's or grandma's house, I am not sure which, when she woke up sometime in the night and saw a lady in white slowly walk by her. She stopped and looked at my mother, who then proceeded to hide under the blankets.  Many years later, my mother told her sister about this incident, and to her shock, her sister admitted to also seeing this lady in white wander the house late at night.  My mother's next incident took place in the house I was born in, my mother still lives there.  I was probably about 13 at the time, my father works on the road, so he was out of town at the time of this occurrence.  My sister, younger brother and myself were asleep upstairs, while my mother was asleep downstairs.  She was awoken with a start at around 3:00 in the morning.  Standing next to her bed was the shadow of a man wearing a hat, staring at my mom.  The kitchen is right outside my mom's room and we always leave the kitchen light on, so the man was somewhat illuminated although she could not make out any features.  She had to go to the bathroom really bad, but could not get up because the man was standing right there. So she kept closing and opening her eyes until  finally he was gone.  We haven't really had any other incidents.  My mother felt that the man was harmless.

Jerome Story

By: Leighsagoddess@aol.com
 

Our story... we went to Jerome Cemetery in Jerome, Indiana.  I, myself, had been there a few times before, but nothing exciting had really happened except being thoroughly creeped out and swearing someone was walking behind me.  Since one of us owned a video camera, we took it along for the ride.  When we arrived we walked around and I showed my two friends some of the interesting graves there.  It still sounded like someone was walking right behind us (as it always does), but we just brushed it off.  We were filming most of the time we were there and just having regular everyday conversation about nothing in particular.  Then we started to see stuff in the woods.  We still brushed it off ... but we all had a bad feeling.  The time came for me to film and we started to walk around the cemetery again and I noticed a bluish light in the camera that I couldn't see otherwise.  The light couldn't have been from the sun because we were in a shadowy area.  And when I started to walk backward, it started to come forward.  So we all ran back to my car... we didn't want to stay any longer.  Upon viewing the tape, we found a lot of different things.  There are people with actual shapes and features.  It looks like they're real, but we were the only ones there.  So we went back that night to see if we could get more.  One of my friends was too afraid to come back, so her cousin came in her stead.  While there, he filmed most of the time.  I left my headlights in my car on because I had never been there at night and didn't feel like being there in the dark.  We didn't go far because myself and my other friend (both of us are female) had a really bad feeling again.  We were about to head back to the car, and i started to take the camera from my friend's cousin and i felt a hand pushing me toward him as i was reaching for the camera.  Something literally touched my back.  So i decided i was getting out of there right then.  Upon viewing the video, there is an orb that goes across the screen right as i was touched.  there wasn't as much in the background of the night video in terms of other "people" but there is the orb and the touching experience to make up for it.  That's it... we're planning another trip, but only after we fully recover from this one...

Lady on the Stairs

By: lpe1962@aol.com.
 

I live in a Northern suburb of Boston in a 9 year old home.  My home backs to conservation land and there is no history of a home being on this site prior.  It was always forest.  I have lived here 3 years and have a ghost that lives on my staircase and the front foyer of the house.  She wasn't always here but made herself known about 2 years ago.  I have also had other "guest" ghost pass through my house but not take up permanent residence*.  Up until 2 weeks ago I never saw the lady on the stairs but heard her and felt her "watching" me.  She's watching me right know as I type on the computer. . .  She doesn't scare me anymore.  Somehow (I don't know how) I know that she just enjoys watching my family live life.  She's harmless.  My two small children have seen and felt things (my 16 month old says "hi" to someone nearly every time I take him up and down the stairs) my three year old has always had issues with the stairs always telling me he was afraid. I consulted a professional and they told me to tell my lady ghost not to let herself be seen or heard anymore or else she would have to leave-this helped a lot).   Things were relatively calm until last month when we decided to put our house on the market.  My 3 year old claims his bed bumps (this is a 3 year old word) and there are noises in his room (I again told her to stop and she did).  I am very tuned in to my lady ghost's feelings.  I can feel when she is happy or sad or disturbed.  When I'm stressed out and yelling at my kids she gets upset - I'll hear her opening and closing the baby gates at the bottom of the stairs.  If I talk to someone about her in while I'm in the house and make a comment like "She's been really quiet lately, perhaps she went to the light" she will then make herself noticed with sounds.  Lately I haven't been able to sleep very well due to the stress of having to sell my house.  Two weeks ago instead of tossing and turning and disturbing my husband I decided to check that my kids were under their duvets.  As I walked from one end of the house to the other (whilst passing the stairwell), I got a "flash" glimpse of my lady standing three steps from the bottom steps, body facing the front door but her face turned toward me.  She is a small elderly lady dressed in black clothes from a century or so ago.  She is also very sad.  I can somehow tell she doesn't want me to move away.  I either dream these messages or I just get them somehow but I do get them and I don't know how.  I know she is originally from the town of Winchester and her life was a good one with lots of family around her.  My husband has also heard this woman noises and we both have seen black and white flashes throughout various rooms on the first floor of the house at different times.  Initially everything is threatening but after the fact it is not.  We have "cold" spots in the house (when you get that creepy feeling your being watched).
*Other ghosts were noises of heavy footsteps and smells.  I had a smelly, person in my house that really scared me.  It happened last summer and I was home alone with my kids sound asleep in their beds.  I went to throw the garbage out by going down though the basement into the garage.  I heard heavy footsteps in the great room above the garage and I was terrified and ran upstairs (thinking someone was potentially hurting my children).  My dog was lying in the kitchen (not something he would do if someone entered our house uninvited) so I went into the great room and could smell the strong scent of old sweat on a man (like dirty workout clothes that were recycled).  As I walked around the great room, the smell moved around.  I was really scared  The smell (and cold spot) went from the great room to the dining room and back to the great room and then the sun room.   I told him to leave and he left.

Montevallo Dorm Ghost

By: Madkld@aol.com
 
When I was a student at the University of Montevallo, in Montevallo, Alabama, I had heard of the supposed ghosts that roamed the campus. I thought the stories were fascinating but never really put much stock into them. I've always been intrigued by the paranormal and have had strange "feelings" about places but had never come face-to-face with a ghost. In the fall of '91, I was staying with two of my best friends in their dorm room in Main Hall, the largest and oldest dormitory on campus. I was having problems getting to sleep and was rather restless. Well, when trying to get comfortable, I happened to look at the door, which was directly in front of me. Standing in front of the door was a girl. For a split second thought she was one of my friends, but as soon as I thought "Why is Jane standing at the door?" Jane moved in her bed, and I immediately knew the person in front of the door was not either of my friends. Then I thought, "Perhaps, it's my imagination, and if I stare at it long enough, I'll realize it's picture or something, hanging on the door." After watching this person watch me with a smile on her face for about two minutes, I realized it wasn't a picture and it wasn't my imagination. She had on a short sleeve, white shirt, short bobbed, black hair, and her skin was pail. She had her hands on her hips and just moved her head and watched the three of us sleep. Being the coward that I am, I threw the covers over my head and asked her to go away. (I don't know what good throwing the covers over my head would have done, but it allowed me an escape from looking at her.) Anyway, I would still stay with my friends from time-to-time, after that, but whenever I'd get ready to go to bed. I just closed my eyes, and never looked around.
 Since I had not scene or heard anything besides that one time, I chalked it up to an over active imagination and decided to move on campus, in the same dorm, the following school year. One night, right before Christmas, I had been cramming for finals and was so wired I couldn't get to sleep. I remember thinking how load the dorm seemed. The girls in the hall above sounded like they were doing gymnastics, and the girls who walked up the flight of stairs that shared my dorm room wall seemed to open and close the doors a little louder than usual. It was strange; it was as if my senses were heightened. So, needless to say, since I was feeling a bit put off by the noise, and stressing over my Biology final, I couldn't sleep. I remember tossing and turning a couple of times until I found a comfortable position, and then I heard it. I heard something hit my wardrobe. We had really old wardrobes in each room. The closing mechanism in my wardrobe had a problem working, and when it was shut, it had a very distinct sound. There was no other way it could make a noise unless it were hit or closed. I immediately turned over and there she was! It was the same girl I had seen the previous year! She was standing with her arms on her hips, as she looked at me and smiled. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. So, I tried to wake up my roommate. Nothing seemed to come out, except a squeak! When I finally got my roommates name out, the girl turned her head to look at my roommate. I then turned my head to see if my roommate had woken up, but all she did was roll over! When I looked back, the girl was still there. So, what did I do? That's right, I threw the covers over my head and asked her to leave and never return. I looked again, and she was gone. I never saw or heard her again. I can't say that I didn't feel like she was there from time to time, because I did. However, I was not disappointed to have never seen her again. It was just too much to be the only one that saw her. Thanks for letting me tell my story!

MY BEST FRIENDS HOUSE!!!!
 

By: the_haz@ntlworld.com

HI I AM JOHN ARNELD,
AND I ABSOULUTLY PROMISE I AM NOT
LYING,THIS IS THE TRUTH!
WHEN I WAS 8 (I AM ONLY 11 NOW)
ME AND MY BEST PAL WERE
UP LATE ROUND HIS HOUSE
IN HARLOW,ESSEX
AND HE HAS A PICTURE OF A LADIE
OF WHOM I RECONIZE BUT
I DON'T REMEMBER FROM
WERE. ANYWAY WE WERE PLAYING
I-SPY WHEN SUDDENLY THE
PICTURE BOUNCED OFF THE WALL
AND LANDED FACE DOWN.
ON THE WALL BEHIND THE
PAINTING WAS A FACE STARING
QUITE UNFOCUSED ON US.
WE BOTH STARED AT IT
BEFORE IT VANISHED
AND PAUL (MY FRIEND)
WHISPERD "WHAT WAS THAT?"
I REPLIED "DU,NO."IN A HOARSLY
VOICE.
FROM THAT NIGHT WEIRD THINGS
ALWAYS HAPPEN TO US THERE
LIKE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT WE WERE
LYING IN THE  BUNK BED AND THE BED-ROOM DOOR KNOCKED
PAUL GOT UP TO OPEN IT AND LET OUT A YELP
THAT MADE HIM JUMP IN TO BED
THE SAME FACE THAT WAS ON THE WALL WALKED
IN ON A BODY SHE HAD LONG  WHITE
HAIR  AND A ROSE IN HER POCKET
SHE WALKED ALONG THE ROOM TO
THE PICTURE AND FELT IT
IT WAS THEN I RELIZED IT WAS HER IN THE PICTURE
HAS SHE LOOK AT IT SHE TURNED IN TO SMALL
BALLS OF LIGHT AND DISAPPEARD
ME AND PAUL HAVE KEPT ALL OF
THESE "SIGHTINGS" A SECRET UNTILL
NOW.AND I PROMISE AGAIN THEY ARE TRUE.

My Fathers Story

By: magosb2@bnin.net

My father told me this story and I was amazed, he doesn't believe in
ghosts, I don't doubt they believe but don't think it's possible, after
these are forces at work we don't understand.  Any way when he was
younger not sure of the age but still living at home he encountered
something.  Him and his brother slept in the same bed, in the same
bedroom his father slept in a different bed, his brother woke him up
and told him that he had to go to the rest room, so my father went with
him, so they walked down the hallway and passed his older brothers and
wife's room, they were still up and he could here them talking as
couples sometimes do in bed.  When they got to the archway that goes
into the kitchen they both saw their father standing in the archway.
My fathers brother ran back into the bedroom and jumped in bed, my
father wondered why, well he didn't know that his father was in bed
asleep, he told the apportion "pap, could I get by your blocking the
way" he did this two more times and then stuck his hand out and there
was nothing, he said it was like a mist or something, the figure wasn't
see through and appeared to be solid, when he got back to the bedroom
there was his father fast asleep lying in the bed.

Presidio Hall

By: BNR61903@aol.com

First off I want you to know I am sharing my experience because I think you website is GREAT!  Anyway moving on, I have always been wanting to see a ghost or something out of the ordinary, some weird phenomenon. Anyway I was looking at your site and looking for places to go and find ghost, well I'm here in San Diego and I found some places on your site and checked them out, no luck the first couple places so I figured I would never get the chance to see something strange. Well, last night 7/21/03 at about 10 PM we headed out to Old Town to see what we could find. We checked out the Whaley House, (which I have been to before) hoping to maybe see a peeking face through the windows. Or maybe catch one of those orb things. I'm pretty new at all this ghost hunting stuff so you'll have to bare with me. After we checked out the Whaley House, we decided to check out another place on your site, on Presidio Hill, the shed across from the mission. OK here it goes, we pull up to this little adobe looking thing, (the shed) about 20 ft high or so, and about 20 ft wide. I'm going to try to explain it as best as possible. there are stairs leading up to the top of this adobe structure, at the top the is a place where you can stand on top and look around the park, there's about a 3 ft wall that borders the top of this shed. Well, on your site it says the is a Pentagram made of cobblestones, and a guardian watching over the shed has been seen, so we thought we would see. Well unfortunately we never made it to the top, on our way up the stairs before you are to enter the top part of the shed, my buddy handed me his flashlight while he recorded with the cam recorder, being pretty scared at this point he decided to peek over the wall with the camera before we walked all the way up, he raised the camera above his head trying to peek over the wall, as he swept the camera to the right towards the access to the top, out of nowhere we hear something that sounds like a snarl, NO SH*T, well we booked it, ran as fast as we could back to the truck, we went back down the hill freaking out. At the bottom we reviewed the tape and on tape it sounded a bit different, BUT STILL VERY UNUSUAL* on the tape it sounds like someone took a deep breath right by the camera. Now, we went over all aspects of what could have caused this, we know it was not us, i was right next to him and i know it did not come from him, even if he did, with the camera at least 2 ft above his head, it would not have been as loud and as clear as it is on film, so we said maybe there is a bum at the top sleeping and just so happened he snored as we were up there, well we decided to go back to the shed, and we did, BUT this time there was a cop in the parking lot, we puled up and he was coming down from the top of the shed, i guess checking out the place, ( i think the park people saw our flashlights and told the cops to check it out) anyway, IF there was somebody up there the cop would have had them leave the place, BUT he was by himself, so that knocked out the "what if somebody was up there" So i truly think that something, Don't know what, but something very strange made that sound. I don't know what to believe, but i am really still freaked out about it. If you could i would like a response to tell me what you think and IF you really want a better picture of what went on, i will send you a copy of what happened, and you can hear it with your own ears!!! Truly Weird!!! very wicked noise**
 

By: malc2112@hotmail.com

My aunt used to babysit me when I was a kid. She used to take me with her to the old folks home where she would hang out and visit with the people.I remember one particular time I was there with her and we were all holding hands singing. There were probably about 20 of us in a circle. I was only about seven or so ,I dont remember what the song was or what or if I knew the words but what I do remeber is feeling someone put their hand over my heart. It didn't startle me. I couldn't tell where it was coming(or standing) from but I could feel it press my shirt! Well this lasted until the song was over and the sensation went away.
 Later on after we hopped in my aunt's Bug to go home I told her what had happened. She didn't seem very suprised! She said to me ,"That's the hand of God you felt".
 I never told anyone this story . I think it could have very well been a ghost.

It Happened

By: fruipy69@yahoo.com

When my husband and I rented our first apartment we should have been informed of what had happened there 10 years earlier but I think the landlord forgot to mention it when we signed the lease!
We rented a two bedroom apartment in Schuyler Falls, New York. It was a piecefull little place and our children loved the huge backyard. The building was well over a hundred years old and was the old shoolhouse. The only thing that remained was the foundation and so the 4 apartment house was built. There's also an old cemetary in the woods no more than 50 yards away. That should have been my first clue that something wasnt quite right there since it was mostly children and babies buried in it. Well anyhow, we had lived there for only about 2-3 months when strange things started to happen. The first incident happened when we left to go for a late night drive. When we returned, ALL of our lights were on! Figuring the landlord was fixing something we paid no attention until we went to walk in. The door was still locked. When we entered however, there was something else entirerly going on other than lights on. The tv was flipping channels by itself! We went around and turned most things off and put the kids to bed. That was all for that night but it didnt end all together. The tv had an odd habit of the sleep timer counting down even though we didnt have a working remote to turn it on (my tv was older and the only way to set the timer was by remote only). It seemed everytime we turned around the tv would flip through the channels despite the fact there was no remote! Things just heated up as time went on. Bread would fall off the refriderator even though it was placed in the center because we thouht it was just to close to the edge. Another thing was we had an antique table that held an old ashtray. The ashtray sat on an old doily my grandmother had made. We had a few friends over one evening and the 5 of us witnessed the ashtray slowly slide to the edge of the table and fall onto the kitchen floor, shattering into a million pieces. Needless to say Stephen and the other 2 guys left rather hastily that night and refused to come back. Only on a few occasions did we hear children talking. About a month before we moved out we went to our fuel company to have some fuel delivered. We had heard rumors that someone had died in that building but dismissed them as gossip despite what had happened. While ordering fuel that day we ere talking to an elderly lady who remembered going to school in that building. The topic turned to the man who died. Turns out it was her daughter's ex-boyfriend. She had broken up with him for another man and he turned to alcohol. One night he took a gun and shot himself in the head in our kitchen! The apartment was closed down for a year for the investigation. Had I known that before I looked at the place I would have passed it up. My guess is he didnt want us there and had a nice way of showing it!

 My Wife's Hospital Experiences

By: vancouverdandan@yahoo.ca
 

My wife has been a nurse at Vancouver General Hospital in Vancouver, Canada for nearly 25 years this year.
There used to be a building called the Fairview Pavilion across 12th Ave. but it was torn down several years ago and a staff exercise building was put up in its place. Anyhow she told me of some weird happenings both funny and odd. Funny as in stories of visiting patients from the local jail or pen who would try to escape. Its the little odd ones that I'd like to share with you Shadowland readers.
One story she related to me had to do with a radio. There was one time during the night shift when she was doing her rounds that one patient was having a tough time resting. She would come back to check up on the patient regulary and was very upset that the patient was suffering so. She said to herself in her mind that hmmm some soft soothing music might help calm the patient down. Right after she thought that the radio on the bedside table came on!
Other stories I heard were of pranks played by the ghosts. One time as my wife was sitting at the station at night she saw the attention light come on. Her colleague and her looked at each other as they both knew that there weren't any patients in that room at the time! Well guess who had to go turn off the light? They both went together for support and of course they couldn't find anything. Other odd pranks were flushing toilets when no one was in that particular room. As there were gov't funding cutbacks one of the upper floors was closed down but all of the furniture was left in place. This particular building had those old elevators with the folding cage doors like you see in the movies. Sometimes the elevator would be called up to that floor!
The most spectacular incident (which I don't think was ghostly at all but had to do with a guardian angel) involved my wife goes like this:
My wife was diagnosed with lupus during that time. This was a couple of years before they tore the building down. The doctors could not figure out what were the causes of her illness for the longest time prior. Her insides would go into a knot and she would go into anaphalactic shock. She had to carry those self administering adrenalin injectors like those that people who are allergic to bee and wasp stings.
Anyhow her stomach wasn't feeling very good and she told one of her colleages that she was going downstairs to the locker room. She told me that the stomach problem brought on the shock and she collapsed on the floor and passed out. At that precise moment the wife of one of the patients that passed away a while ago while under my wife's care came in and asked to see my wife. Nobody at the station knew where my wife went until the colleague who did know came back from her rounds and said "oh, she told me she went down to the locker room". Well she checked her time and noted that its been quite a while and should have been back. At that moment the staff went down to search for her and found her on the floor passed out. My wife was wheeled to Emergency and she recovered.
My wife and her colleagues afterwards discussed the incident when she went back to work later in the week and said that it was very very odd that this nice lady would show up at that moment to look for her just to say thank you for looking after her husband.

Almy Ghosts

By: gloribean@msn.com

in the fall of 2000,my husband and I were coming home from friend's home
above the convience store on hwy 89.As we are accostomed to looking for deer
and elk that abound in the area, we noticed
several people in the road that were wearing chinese dress.As we approched
the Almy Coal Mines,
We looked at eachother asking what the heck are those people doing there!!??
  I was driving and slid to a stop becouse I did not want to hit them. As
they came closer I got an eerie feeling then the people walked right through
the car...we were dumbfounded..We did not see any deer just those eerie
people. It was very strange.  It was well known in Wyoming that 500 or more
souls died in the
Almy Coal mines that are still on fire today (2003)    If one takes a ride
towards Jackson Hole Wyoming in the middle of the night, by the Almy Coal
Mines, they may see the ghostly figures of the Chinese who died walking to
the coal mines...It was a very very strange sighting.

By:malc2112@hotmail.com
 

This story took place at an old house we rented in Bradley Beach, NJ.  One night my ex-girlfriend and I had just laid down for bed. She fell asleep right away but I lay there on my back for about five minutes when all of a sudden I see someone out of the corner of my eye leaning into the doorway. Well ....I turn my head and sure as s**t, there's a dark shadow sillhouette of a women leaning into the room and she's looking dead at me! I could see her sillhouette but no detail of her face and judging by her hairstyle it could not have been the only other grown-up in the house(my ex's sister).Plus ..she was already in bed. The shadow then just pulled the door shut a little and left out into the hallway. I never heard any footsteps. I was too darn tired to give chase. Yeah right! I was like...No way! I ended up just falling asleep. I never saw the thing again.

EeRiE iNdiAnA

By: CoUnTrYGrL2407@aol.com
 

My great-aunt and uncle live in Indiana. I'm not sure what part, because I
have only been there once and it was when I was in the 4th grade...I don't ever
intend on going back there.
    My grandmother has told me several different stories that has happened at
her sister and brother-in-law's house,which would be my great-aunt and uncle,
and I never believed her until I had an experience of my own. This house is
over 100 years old. Upstairs there is an area stacked with chairs. My
great-uncle told me,my little brother, and my cousin that if you go into that area it
becomes very cold, because there is a ghost in their house and that is where it
stays. Ofcourse, we didn't believe him, because when you're a little kid your
parents tell you that ghosts are not real...and you believe them, because
they are your parents. So, we walked upstairs and stood in the area where all of
the chairs were...and...nothing happened. As we were about to leave the area
and walk back downstairs we stepped into this spot that was icey cold. It made
every hair on my arms stand up. We looked at each other and ran down the
stairs as fast as we could. We were so thankful that our grandparents brought their
motor-home for us to sleep in the week that we were going to be there. They
wouldn't even stay in the house.
    My second experience there was once again upstairs. But, this time it was
in the play room. My cousin and I were babysitting our two little cousins,
one which was only a couple of months old and the other 2. Matthew, the youngest
was sitting up playing with a wiffle ball and all of the sudden he looked up
and just started crying hysterically. We tried to calm him down and he just
wouldn't stop. Then his sister, who was 2, had her eyes fixed on something, but
when we looked there was nothing there. We picked them both up and took them
downstairs...he quite crying...
    Those were only experiences that I myself had in that house. But, my
grandmother has told us other stories that have happened there. My 2 year old
cousin that I meantioned...when she was only a couple of months old my great-aunt
left her upstairs in the playroom. She went downstairs for not even a second,
but she put the "babygate" up infront of the stairs so that Alaina wouldn't
fall or try to climb down them and hurt herself. When my great-aunt came
back...Alaina was sitting at the bottom of the stairs...the babygate was still up...
    I will never set foot inside that house again...or if I ever decide
to...I definately won't go upstairs...sinks turn on...toilets flush...the dog barks
at thin air...my great-uncle told us that he has seen the ghost before...it's
a woman...whoever she is...doesn't want anyone upstairs...
 

By: j_rickey@hotmail.com

I felt this true-life happening would be
a good one for your site to see if somethng like it has ever happened to
anyone else.  I'm sure it has..
This all happened when I was 13 yrs old. I am 19 now. One night while myself
and my two brothers and my cousin were staying the night at my Grandmothers
house strange occurences happened.
My Grandfather has been passed away for about 15 years now.  He and my
Grandmother built the house my Grandma still lives in.  That night while
watching Late night TV with Grandma she fell asleep and everyone else went
to bed.  I was sitting and Watching TV as usual and Grandma fell into a very
deep sleep.  I heard this heavy breathing coming from just on the other side
of the coffee table.  I was sitting on the couch and I couldn't see the
other side of the table from where I was.  It is a very old table that sits
up pretty high and you cannot see through the sides.   The heavy breathing
grew louder and louder.  I started to call for my Grandma to wake up, wake
up then started to basically yell at her to wake up.  But, she just would
not wake up.  I also noticed that the breathing pattern wasn't the same
pattern as my grandma by watching her and listening.  The breathing
eventually stopped and my Grandma woke up as soon as it did.  By the way she
has a large living room and she was sitting in the other end of it.  I
tolded her what had happened and she said that right in front of the coffee
table is the last place my grandfather ever laid down in the house before he
got up to go to the hospital where he passed away at.  The next morning my
brother and my cousin said they were in the room talking before they fell
asleep and all the sudden the door opened about half way.  They said they
were aksing who was there time and time over, but no one ever answered.  My
grandma, my other brother and myself were all in bed at the time they said
it happened.  None of us were afraid of this then or now, because we feel
that it is my Grandpa just checking in on his Grandchildren.

The Crying Child

By: BRUBALCABA@CNBTX.com

Hi, my name is Betty and I would like to share an experience that my family and I have had.
Although I live in Texas, I was born in California, and it was there that I had my first encounter.
In the summer of 1984, I was 4 years old, and my parents, my new-born baby sister and I were spending the night at my unlce aunt's house, who lived about two hours away.  Around three in the morning, I was awakened by a child crying.  Since I was asleep in my cousin's bedroom, I looked over to her bed to see if maybe she had woken up and wanted something (she's two years younger than myself and has Down's Syndrome, so half the time she yells or cries to get our attention).  She was sound asleep, so it couldn't have been her.  I then thought that maybe my new baby sister, who was about 4 weeks old at the time, was crying and my parents hadn't heard her, so I peeked into the bedroom they were sleeping, but all three of them were fast asleep.  Being so young, I didn't feel scared, just curious as to who was crying and where were their parents?  Since it was so late and I was really sleepy, I decided to forget about it and go back to sleep.
The entire year of 1984, every time we visited my aunt's house, I would hear crying really late at night.  I never felt fear, just pity for the child who's crying was never comforted.
For the next couple of years, as I grew, I forgot about the crying and focused on the important things in my life - school, playing with my friends, etc.  I hadn't thought about it until about four years ago, when I was 19.  My aunt and uncle had moved to New Mexico two years prior, wanting to be closer to us.  I don't know why suddenly the memory of some child came to me one afternoon when we were visiting them.  So wanting to know the story behind the crying, I asked my unlce.  I was already imagining that it was the trapped soul of a little boy who had been brutally murdered somewhere in the neighborhood, or that it was a little boy who had been run over by a speeding teen, who left him there to die...anyways, the ideas in my head were immense, each more violent than the other!  Imagine my disappointment when my uncle said that he had no idea what I was talking about.  So, not to be left wondering the truth, I asked my aunt.  Can you imagine my joy when she confided that she had also heard it?
It turns out that in the year 1983, my uncle and aunt's neighbors had a six-and-a-half year old son who had been diagnosed with leukemia.  He was given a very slim chance to live, but there was hope for him.  If he lived to be seven, he would be able to have a blood tranfusion which would undoubtably save his life.  His mother fought for the doctors to give them the transfusion right then and there, but the doctors refused, saying he was too young (remember this is in the 1980's).
Unfortunately, the little boy never made it to his seventh birthday.  He died two weeks before.
After his death, his mom went numb.  She spent all her free time at his grave, neglecting her other two children.  Her marriage became strained and soon after the boy's death his dad filed for divorce.  Not knowning what to do, she called the pastor of her parish and asked for his help.  The pastor went over and immediately felt a very sad presence, and said that her constant mourning did not let the little boy rest, and that his soul was trapped in this house.  The crying we heard was his way of telling his mom to free his soul, which she had did not want to let go.  Until she gave in to the fact that the little boy was gone, his soul would never have rest and would wander around her house, crying.  So little by little, she began to face reality.  Her son may have been gone, but she wasn't going to forget him, and she also had two more sons to care for.  She began going to his grave only once a month, until one night when she dreamed about him.  Then she knew he had made it to the otherside.
My aunt said that after she stopped mourning him so much, the crying stopped.
But sometimes, on a real quiet night, if you listen hard enough, you can still hear his crying.

Jewelry Box

By: dbehr@klodt.com

This story did not happen to me, but to a very good friend.  I'll change names to keep his confidentiality.  Andy and I graduated highschool together a few years ago.  I believe it was our junior year that his mom passed away.  I've never heard the story directly from Andy, his girlfriend told me a few years later.
Andy and his girlfriend Jen met and began dating.  When Andy's mom fell ill, Jen was there thoughout the whole thing.  Andy and I graduated together and Jen a year before us.  One day, after school during our senior year, Andy and Jen were hanging out at his house.  They were both worn out from the day, Jen from working and Andy from school.  They decided, since nobody was home to bother them, to lay down and take a nap.  Throughout Andy's house was an intercom system that had never worked, from the day they moved in.  Andy's room was upstairs.  As was the room his father (and late mother) slept in.  Andy and Jen had been sleeping lightly for about 20 minutes when they both were awoken by soft music.  It was a familiar tune for Andy, but he couldn't put his finger on it.  They lay there, sleepily wondering where it was coming from when Andy got up and pointed at the intercom speaker in his room.  He was a little creeped out, as it has never worked in the past.  He walked out of his room, Jen following behind, to investigate where the music was coming from.  As he walked by his father's room, his question was answered.  There on his dad's dresser, was his late mother's jewelry box, wide open, playing the soft music they could hear throughout the house.  Andy stood there, paralyzed, wondering first, who could have wound up and opened the box, and second, why did the intercom system suddenly work.  As the reality of what happened set in, andy shut the box, silencing the eerie music.  Jen said he was ghostly white.  The two of them grabbed their coats and ran out of the house.  Andy stayed at Jen's that night, but returned home the next day.  Nothing like that ever happened again, and andy never really talked about it.  It seems to me that his mother was saying hi, and maybe that's why andy wasn't afraid after that night.  He knew his mom was still near.
 
 

Poor Woman
 

By: ally_cat_meow@hotmail.com

I'm from Newfoundland and my ancestors are from out ports all along the
Northern coast.When I was about 10 years old, I would spent my summer at
my grandma's and grandpa's house. There was always something to do, but
what interested me the most was the idea of resettlement in outpost
Newfoundland in the the early 20th century. Many families were forced to
leave their homes, fishing grounds and family grave plots (which was the
hardest thing to do, as family is very important in Newfoundland).
Anyway, my grandpa was forced to leave his home of King's cove, when he
was only 15 years old. He remembers the day they left and how everyone
was in the cemetery saying their last good byes to their loved ones.
    So, one day we decided that we'd go camping and pitched a tent on
the beach in King's Cove (only a 15 min boat ride from his existing
house). That evening was filled with fun! We went swimming and fishing
and took a walk along the road he traveled everyday to go to school. He
told me of a 14 year old girl  who lived by herself  after her husband
died of TB. She was 7 months pregnant, was looked down upon in the town
and tried to hide her pregnancy, and had no way of an income. So, one
fateful night, over a  half a century ago, she went to the main fishing
house and hung herself from a beam, her body found the next morning by
the merchant when he arrived for work.
    That night all I could only think about the poor woman. But surely,
I slowly fell asleep and drifted into dreams. But suddenly in the middle
of the night, I awoke to the sound of crying. At first, my first
reaction was to wake up grandpa, but, being a typical 10 year old, I
wanted to investigate myself. I slipped on my sneakers and opened the
tent door. The crying persisted, and I followed the sound till I reached
the cove head, and there standing was a beautiful woman with a child in
her arms. I started to step closer, but, when she turned around, I saw a
mangled face, torn and scratched, her hair scraggly and dirty. She
screamed at me in rage and of defense of her child. In a panic, I ran
back to the tent in crawled in my grandpa's sleeping bag crying. That
was by far the scariest experience I've ever encountered in my live.

Undead and Death Shadows

By: redthunder_80@yahoo.com

 Where do I begin.... I have seen many things in my
life...it all started when I was only 6 years old. I
remember this occurence like it was yesterday, being
my first sighting, it is hard to forget.
 My family and I had lived in a small house in San
Bernandino CA, located at 777 West 18th st. I had
never believed in ghosts before, being only 5 years
old, I didnt much care about the supernatural. I was a
very intelligent kid, who was always reading books,
especially on ghost stories and stories of aliens!
Anyways, back to the first sighting.... one night
after i was playing in my room, our mother came in and
told us to stop opening the attic door. Being half
asleep, I just said ok mom. well later on that night,
I was jolted from my sleep by my mother yelling at me
to not to open the attic door! I yelled back at her
telling her that i wasnt doing anything, and started
to go back to sleep. Just then the light came on and
in walked my mother(looking like she had just woke
up), and said to me, what are you yelling about? did
you have a nightmare?. I looked at my mother and said
to her, i wasnt playing with the attic door. She
looked at me and said what are you talking about? She
said, go back to sleep, you have to get up in 5 hours.
I said ok mom, and went back to sleep. Once again I
was jolted from my sleep by the same voice yelling the
same thing. I stayed awake for a little while longer,
hoping to hear the voice again, and maybe find out
what the hell was going on. I remember this
clearly.... I just started to drift to sleep, when i
heard what sounded like someone had opened an old
creaky door! I layed where i was at, and turned my
head slightly to see a woman who looked to be a young
mother, who appeared to be yelling at or scolding
(with no words), a young boy who looked to be about my
age. Being my first occurence with something like
this, i sreamed like hell for my mother. She ran into
the room with a baseball bat swinging for a few
seconds, thinking maybe someone was there. She turned
on the light, and said she could swear it sounded like
i was yelling like someone was killing me. She asked
me why i was screaming, and waited for an answer. As i
told her about what i had seen, she became very angry,
and said it was all my imagination, she then told me
to go back to bed, and calmly(not yelling, but
cursing) walked back into her room. The next night i
had the same occurence, only this time i was not
frightened. This time i wanted to see it all, i was
eager to find out who they were, and why they were
here. After i had seen the mother scolding her son,
they dissapeared, just like the night before. I was a
little upset, but decided to go back to sleep. I woke
up suddenly, and looked to my left side of the bed,
and saw a little black puppy playing on the floor. I
watched as the little puppy played, and was shocked
when i saw the little boy enter the room and start
playing with the puppy. Only a few minutes had passed,
before they dissapeared, and i went back to sleep,
figuring it was the last i would see of this. Yet
again i was jolted from my sleep, to see the familiar
little boy, and puppy, playing underneath the attic
access. They seemed happy, and were having a great
time, when the little boy decided to get a chair, and
open the attic door. As he grabbed the cord, i had
this weird feeling wash over me, as if something bad
was going to happen. I eagerly watched, and as the boy
pulled the string, i saw all kinds oh heavy things
come crashing down on the boy and his puppy(no sound
whatsoever). Then i saw the woman come rushing in, she
appeared to be screaming, and crying, as she grabbed
her little boy up into her arms. The boys head was
crushed from what i could tell, and i will never
forget the sickness i felt in my stomache. They
dissapeared, and i had no occurence for a couple of
years. I was now 8 years old, and my sister(who was
only a year old at the first sightings), was now 3
years old, and sharing a room with me. We were both
asleep, and i woke to hear my sister talking to
someone. I looked down and said to my sister, who are
you talking to?. She did not answer, as if she didnt
hear me, so i jumped down off of the top bunk, a
looked at her, and she was sound asleep! I shook her
awake, and told her to stop talking to herself, then
hopped back up into the top bunk and went back to
sleep. I woke again to what sounded like cries from my
mother(like sad cries), i immediately knew who it was,
and i just turned to see that familiar woman standing
by the same spot where her child was crushed, looking
directly at me. All i heard was, stay away from the
attic.
 My second occurence was when i was 22 years old. I
have studied martial arts for awhile, and i love to
read ghost stories and supernatural stories. I would
like to say i have no fear, but i would be lying if i
said that this occurence didnt scare me. It was a
friday night, and i got off of work late. I began
walking home(i had no car) through the shopping center
where i worked, which had some of the brightest lights
in all of Waldorf MD. My cell phone rang, and it was
one of my best friends ( who i referred to as a little
sister)who was living with me at the time. She had
told me she had a terrible feeling, and wondered when
i would be home. I told her i was only about 15
minutes away, and that i was supposed to be going
somewhere tonight. At this point my phone began to
break up a little, so i stopped where i was, and began
to finish our conversation. As we were talking, i
noticed that my shadow was awfully big, and on the
wrong side of my body! Being that i just got off of
work, and being tired, i thought nothing of it. I
finished talking to my friend, and continued walking
home. My phone rang again, and it was my friend. I
said what do you want, i am like 10 minutes from home!
She said she got that feeling again, like something
bad was going to happen to me. I told her she was
crazy, and as i began to tell her not to worry, i
would be home in 10 nminutes, i noticed my shadow
again, only.. there were no lights where i was at!! I
began to get a little freaked out, and just began
staring at my shadow, as if i could not move from that
spot! Just then a car came, and drove right through my
shadow, as it did, i noticed that the shadow did not
dissapear, and i got this really cold chill when the
car passed. I told my friend what was happening, and
began to walk home really, really fast. As i turned
onto the road conecting to my street, i was still
telling her what i had seen. Just as i began to cross
the street, I saw that shadow again, only this time it
was moving away from me, as if it were running down
the middle of the road! I told my friend what i had
seen, and began to follow the shadow, until i had
reached my street. My house was directly at the end of
the street(literally in a straight line from me), and
as i rounded the corner, i watched in horror as the
shadow i had been following, moved directly towards my
house, and dissapeared in the light at the front
porch. I was still on the phone with my friend, and
told her to come outside right away, and told her what
i had seen. I hung up the phone, and continued
walking, and saw her come running out of the house at
such a fevered pace, that she nearly ran past me. She
was pale and looked as if she were sick to her
stomache, and could barely utter a word. I asked her
what was wrong, and she told me as she opened the door
to our room, she saw a rather large shadowlike cloud
in front of the doorway that seemed to go down the
hall and dissapear. We both went into the house
together, both of us scared beyond all belief, and
went straight to our room. we began talking about what
took place, and no sooner had she said that it
dissapeard in the hallway, that my dog in the back
yard started barking like someone was back there. We
heard loud footsteps like someone was on the
roof,(then as my dog folled barking the whole time)the
footsteps on the roof stopped, and we heard a loud
crash into the chain link fence just outside my
window. As we both looked out the window, we saw my
dog just arrive at the fence, barking and growling! I
peered through the window, and could not see anything
because of the light being on in our room, so i told
my friend to turn off the light. No sooner had she
turned off the light, is when i saw what appeared to
be a very large man standing in all black, right next
to our fence, and next to our neighbors shed! I told
my frind to call the police, and grabbed a small
baseball bat(novelty bat about 6 inches long)and ran
oout the front door. As i got out the front door, my
friend followed with my cell phone, on the phone with
the dispatcher for the charles county sheriffs office.
I cautiosly walked to the side yard where i had seen
the figure, with my friend just behind me, and peered
through the darkness towards our neighbors shed. I
told her to stay there, and began to slowly walk
towards the shed. As i did, the figure took off
towards the back of our neighbors house and towards
his neighbors fence! So i did what i thought was the
right thing and gave chase. As i rounded the corner of
our neighbors house, i saw the figure approaching the
fence, the fence made a sound like someone was
climbing it, but there was nothing there(the yard next
to our neighbors yard was well lit). As i ran around
to the front of the house, where my friend had run to
when we saw the figure run, she was explaining all of
this in a frantic fashion to the dispatcher. I began
to walk down the center of the street, as the police
cars pulled up, and told them which direction he or it
had headed. The officers checked the area, and came
back with nothing. One officer stayed and began to
talk to us, and as i explained what i had seen
throughout the night, told me that he had seen a weird
shadow cast on the side of a house, that he just
assumed was the lighting when he drove by it. To this
day, we have never figured out what really took place,
and rarely ever talk about it. Every once in a while i
will see an ominous shadow lurking about, but i show
it no fear, and go about my buisness!
 This last occurence may seem funny, but i assure you
it is real! I am now 24, about to turn 25 years old,
and i am often visited by the ghost of a clown!! It is
really quite weird, i have never seen any clowns or
been a part of a party involving a clown, but i will
often awake to the sound of a bicycle horn, or the
squeeking of a nose!!! (i still find it hard to
believe sometimes)The only time i have actually seen
the clown, is when i had just finished checking my
email, and was about to go to bed. I was home alone,
and my roommates were out partying. I walked into my
room, and looked at my waterbed, to find what appeared
to be a ballon animal on my bed! As soon as i
approached it, our dogs began barking feverishly, and
ran downstairs. Naturally i went downstairs to see
what was going on, and all of the dogs were huddled
together, cowering under the table. I called them
cowards and went back upstairs, but as i hit the top
step, i looked and saw the funnyiest looking clown i
had ever seen. All he did was squeek his horn and go
into my room, where i followed, and he was gone!! That
happened about 2 weeks ago, and last night i heard the
same old noises, only this time one of my roommates
was home. I went into the hall to see if my roomate
was there, but found that he and his girlfriend were
sound asleep. I dont feel threatened at all by this
clown ghost, and i actually think he just maybe a
playful spirit,

Ghost Upstairs

By: lechelerj@blue-ridge.navy.mil
 

  This is kindof trippy to me but this is a real experience that i just had
when i was home on leave in Palestine, illinois.  My fiance's room is the
upstairs of an old house that is built in the middle of the town park.  Late
at night when we would be up talking and stuff, the radio would just for no
reason turn up really loud and one of us would have to get up to go turn it
down but as soon as we would get right up in front of it, the volume would
turn back down to where it was.  She also has an alarm clock that WE never
set that would go off  when ever it feels like it, usually three or four in
the mourning, sometimes even eight at night.  We were just laying on her
couch one night and looked over by the top of the stairs which leads down to
her living room and both of US had chills run through our bodies and we both
claim to have seen the same shadowy figure just standing there looking at
us.  We often have the feeling of something watching US.  Niether one of US
is scared of this presence but its not exactly a comfortable feeling to feel
like your being watched all the time, and the disturbances get annoying too.
We are just going to deal with it though because it doesnt intend US any
harm.  Thanks for listening.
 
 

My Cousin

By: strawberry_19891@hotmail.com

My grandmother told me this storie not to long ago. so now im going to tell it to you. My cousin joey died of a drug overdose in 1997. At the time my aunt didnt have enough money to buy him a headstone so my grandmother emptied her bank account and bought him one. A few days after the funearal. My grandma couldnt sleep so she sat up on her bed staring out into the dining room. Suddenly joey appeared he just stood there and smiled. My grand mother began to cry and thought she was dreaming. she closed her eyes and counted to ten and when she opened them he was still there. he simply said "thankyou" he stood there and smiled when my grandmother got up to hug him and talk to him he vanished. No one believed her but to this day she swears that she saw him. I believe her.
Sometimes at night i would here creaky downstairs near my grandmas room when she wasnt home. Sometimes the hallway light would suddenly turn on.
One thing i remeber my friends heather and i were playing with a quija bored in the basement of the house. At the time i was around 13. when we asked to contact any spirits then courser began to move it simply spelled out this is your cousin joey. heather did not know about his death.

Not Very Scary

By: marshaarmywife@msn.com

Hi my name is Teri Bourquin, im now 18 years old and very used to ghosts becuase of what happened 4 years earlier about the time i turned 14 after my birthday party. My story begins when we moved into this house and everything was fine until i stepped that first step into the house, i didnt tell anyone because i didnt want them to think i was a freak. My room that my parents gave me use very unsual because the carpet was white and there was red stains that looked not like that they were not from paint. Then about 4 months after we moved in i was just getting use to the house and feeling very compfortable when i heard a little girls voice coming form the dining room that was just beside my room. I pused it off and went on my way, thinking it was just me losing my mind and thought it might be the tv. The next weekend i had my two best frineds over and my parents hadnt come home yet from work. We were on the porch talking about what and who we could see that night at the football game and just girl talks, When the front door shut locking us out of the house. We thinking it was the wind got the dining room window opened. As soon as my friend cindy got inside out away from the window it shut and the glass broke. We went into my room thinking what was going on and how was i going to explain the window to my mom. We then decide to just sit in my room and listin to the radio when we heard the little girl giggle in the dining room and heard foot steps in the living room my two friends ran outside after they fought with the door trying to get the lock to open and i went to get my moms dog from the kitchen because she was crying like she has never done before.When i gave the dog to my best friend the door shut which left me inside and wouldnt let me out. I then went to the window that was broken in the dining room and the window was fixed!!!!!!!!! I then was scared for my life, i didnt know what to do when i heard the little girl again. I screamed for her and told her to let my out of the damn house and to leave me alone including my family and anyone near me. I then heard gun shots and alot of screaming and then just like that my friends came into the house and everything was quiet again. From that day one nothing happened and i did some research on the house and found out the a family once lived their and the dad came home on night drunk and shot his wife and his little girl and then hung himself in the garage. This was back in the 1900's and nothing was told to anyone that lived their. I hope u liked this story i know its not scary but put urself in my shoes and just think of how u would have felt.

My Stories

By: dans050247@hotmail.com

about three months ago,I sent a very true story that happened to me in pleasantville new jersey about the happenings at the old CUTHBERT MANSION on the corner of main street and glendale avenue.you accepted it and put the story in your timelines already,but I cannot remember the number you put it in-I am guessing.but that would not be right where it is.if you have a way of looking under any stories that took place in the summertime of the early 1960's(1960--1962) ,you will find it.the house as incredible as it was to see inside .was definitly built for a very wealthy family before the civil war began consisted of seven bedrroms,five bathrooms,two dinning rooms,two staircases,chandeliers hung throughout the huge mansion.it was a two story mansion.had a very huge basement with some kind of a passage way leading upwards behind the walls,remember I was a thirteen year old boy and my younger brother was twelve.it seems these passage ways ran all over the huge house,when it was for sale in th eearly 1960's,it sat on the market for a lot of years,my uncle and aunt even called the realtor about it and was taken thru it,it wa sfor sale at a price of $60,000 back then,I understand from my grandmother that in about 1965,it was a functioning retirement home and had caught fire and killed a lot of people inside it.when I was along with my brother and two other friends snooping thru the house,up in th every huge attic,I was the only one that wanted to spend time there as next to one wall near the chimney,there was an old stack of "leatherneck magizines" with dates on them from the late 1940's and early 1950's.when I was about to leave as I was alone,something made the pages flip thru very quickly and there was "no wind or breeze up there",the pages stopped at pictures of "very famous battle scences durring world wars one,world world two and the korean war.I was very shaken and could not get out of the attic fast enough,telling my accounts to my brother ,pat and our two friends,they just laughed at me.more about the house: it had real shudders on the windows,built-in light sockets for xmas lights.chandaliers looked like they had been made in europe as they were very fancy,no carpeting or furniture in the house,in one huge dining room,inside a built-in cabinet for china and dishes,we had found a "revolving shelf" that led thru the what seemed like "secret passage ways".this huge mansion was definitely built for a very wealthy family around 1859-1860 according to my uncle and aunt from info from the realtor.the roof on it was made of green slate,the house had very huge exterior wall slats all painted in white,the shutters were painted white also,the brick around th efoundation was painted red.it wa son a huge lot and it consisted of a very big garage with some old car parts(pre-ww1 era) and parts for old wagons similar to horse drawn buggies.in th eattic of the garage which was very big and had an skylight which we had opened  because it was hot,stood stacked more than forty old paintings.I remember taking only one called "victor of the glen".other buildings on the lot included a huge walk-in area for a kennel club with old pictures of champion dogs looking like cocker spanials,there were two huge fountains in the yard filled dirty water,each fountain was about twenty-five feet in diameter,at the rear of the property was a very huge hen house and it smelled in there as looked like it was about the sam elegth as the garage-about seventyfive feet to my recolletion.there was also five huge birdhouses or purple martin houses sitting on top of very huge pipes and these were built to look like the huge mansion.all outbuildings were painted similar to the mansion.there were very huge trees on the lot and a wood-covered semi-awning covering the driveway.in the basement along with a lot of old automobile parts which I had described to my grandfather was an old standard oil company hand oil pump used for cleaning old car parts,these car parts according to my grandfather as I described to him came from either "old rolls royces or puegots" and from the 1920's era.the three storys I sent to you previously on this weekend actually happened in my lifetime and I am talking of the buried veterans at point loma lighthouse when I was drunk along with three other marines outside of camp pendleton calif in 1966 and we had called a cab to hurry back and tell the other marines and got one hell of a ribbing about it.the occasions here at huntington beach that occurred shortly after the dec 7,1941 attack also took place and only the contractors and older people in this area know of the story of the eleven year old boy accidently killed by a marine from a machine gunners nest near the bolsa chica wetlands happened as a result there was a lights-out situation and no-smoking-lamps-lit policy in force and finally the story where I used to work for northrop corp at pico revera califonia where the b-2 bombers were developed and previously and old ford plant where an employee bled to death in the underground tunnel leading to the first-aid station actually happened and the story was shared by only northrop employees(in the thousands) and if you joked about it around a northrop security guard,an employee could be called in for questioning about the matter as only northrop security was allowed in those tunnels under the very huge northrop complex building belonging to the united states air force,first few bombers were actually built inside the building to give you an idea of the deminsions of the building.if you would like some more audience for your website.can I suggest the coast to coast radio station with george norary as hw had a guest writer on about the book called "the hauntings of the presidents"

Ghost Cat

By: selig10@juno.com
 

One day I was outside in my backyard, walking by a big old tree bordering
our neighbor's property. Sitting at the base of the tree was a cat. At
that moment I thought it was our cat, Alex, so I greeted him. He looked a
little pale, but I didn't really notice that.
I turned back to go inside. Whan I opened the backdoor, Alex was sitting
on the floor, eating. A shock ran through my body. That was not a living
cat outside.

By:  malc2112@hotmail.com

  This story took place some time in 1991.
 My cousin and I rented a half of an old house in Ocean Grove, NJ. My room was in the front of the house and would have once been someones livingroom.  There were french doors leading from my room to the rest of the house.At one time these doors would have swung freely...in the days before wall to wall carpet. The hardwood floors beneath had been covered over thus the doors made a distinct "woosh " sound when opened.That sound was the door "sweeping" across the carpet.
 I was not alone that night. My cousin was fast asleep in the next room.Plus, we had another male guest (freeloader) over that night but he was passed out too, even further away from where my room was.
 Well...I lay in my bed....on my back ,just staring stright ahead.Which gives me a perfect view of the french doors which I had closed. All of a sudden I hear and see one of the doors open!Then I saw a dark figure of a woman lean in and look directly over at me! I couldn't make out any details only a dark shadowy outline. She was only about ten feet away from me.I was looking straight at her....it did not alarm me...and I was just thinking in my mind.. "Yes? What's up?"
 Well I guess she didn't feel like talking because she left and pulled the door shut behind her!
 That was wierd!

By: owenleverett@yahoo.com

I grew up in a house near Murphy Candler Park (about a mile from Perimeter Mall in the Atlanta area). At about 1:00 am I would hear footsteps in the upstairs hallway. The floor made a distinctive squeaking noise when you walked on it. I had gone as far as to wake up my parents and brother to see if anyone had been walking in the hall. My brother had night terrors for a few years also. No one would stay in the dirt crawl for more than a few minutes. You would get a really eerie feeling and an unmistakable urge to get the &*#$ out! Nobody had ever died there, but the previous owner's son had cancer when they moved out (I never knew if he survived).
More recently, shortly after my grandmother's death (about 15 years ago) she had been seen twice. Once by a friends' girfriends' son who stayed for a few nights. He would state that he was scared of the old lady. He was about 4 at the time. A few weeks later my brother was having band practice in the basement and one of the band members asked who the lady upstairs was. No women were present that day. We lived in the house for about 10 years. Almost everyone on the street has had a divorce. The property is located on an old slave plantation between Suwanee and Duluth. There are 2 adjacent cemetaries at the end of the road. One for slaves and current family, the other for the masters who have no surviving family. Contact me if you wish to be taken to the cemetary. I live in Duluth which is only about 15 minutes away. I know of one person who's car died when he pulled in one night, but it has seemed peaceful otherwise. I have not taken photos there, but am considerring going there soon to see if anything shows up.
 
 

Haunted spa in Toronto

By: jodii66@sympatico.ca

For two years, I worked as a makeup artist in Mira Linder Spa in Toronto, On. Having had experiences with ghosts in my family home growing up, what I saw and heard in the spa didn't bother me.
When I first got the job in the spa, one of the spa owners, John Alexander, was sick and hospitalized. He died soonafter and the spa was left to his wife and two daughters. When the spa was closing at night, I was to clean the upstairs floor where John's office was located. The door was always closed, but I often heard a man's voice from inside, sounding like he was arguing on the phone (John was not known for his kindness).
If that wasn't enough, one night I was shutting down the second floor when I saw in the mirror of one of the treatment room a little girl in a pinnaphor run by laughing. The next day on the same floor, I saw a little boy, peeking around a corner like he was playing hide and go seek, in the same area, in the same old clothing. I told one of the guys that closed with me nd he said he has seen them as well and was glad he wasn't crazy. I found out later that the house, built in the 1800s, was once a children's bookstore.

Haunted fire station

By: reaperracer531@yahoo.com

   I was a firefighter at Mtn Home fire/rescue in wnc
for a time in the mid 90's,and being a busy part
volunteer dept,quiet often,some of us would sleep
there.There are 2 instances which I will share here,as
there are 2 ghosts there.
   The first is that of a boy who could not be saved
from a wreck many years ago.He inhabits the new
section of the building.he likes to open the door to
the stairwell and move by the dayroom door window(the
door makes a very distinct sound when opened)and when
you go to see who is there,you will find noone.
   The second is not so friendly.He slams the heavy
apparatus doors at night and walks around the old
section of building,again,as you go to see who is
there,noone.This is said to be the ghost of a man who
died in a fire many years ago,and is angry.He only
scares,never harms.
   I have seen the door and truck doors both.I have
also heard the old man walk,explaining why the new
building is more popular at night when one is alone.
 

By: teresa_smith83@yahoo.com

My best friend's family helped to found the Amana's some seven generations back, and their home is teaming with spirits.The most noisy of the spirits is a man by the name of Fry. His family lived in the house probably in the fifties. He committed suicide in the room my friend slept in. At night my friend's mother hears him walking up and down the stairs, opening doors.
 I have seen the spirit of what would have been my friend's great-uncle. At age six while playing near the family car, his head was crushed under the back wheel, he died instantly.I was living in their home for a short time, and one morning while eating breakfast I saw the little boy out of the corner of my eye- thinking it was her little brother joking around I went to sneak up on him, by going around the the hall into the room. But no one was down stairs at all. And my friends little brother was sleeping. Thats when I was let in on the story of this ghost. Apparently,this ghost has gotten stronger, as since my friend has moved out and gotten married, and I don't see her family very often. Her mother was telling me the other day that lately the kids in the neighborhood have asked to played with her son. She would say [son's name] was gone(at boy scouts or something) and they would say "No, not [son's name] the blonde boy." (who is the ghost of the great-uncle.)
 Finally the ghost with a sense of humor, Great-grandma. I met the funny lady when she was alive. For instance, I slept in the basement apartment in their house. I spent nearly an hour putting my hair in rollers for some school thing . I went to bed -hair securely
rolled. I remember thinking my friend was talking to me while I slept, and for some reason poking me in the ear. Next morning I awoke- curlers all across the room, even under the bed - and dryer lint in my ear. I went to go dump ice water on my friend when I realized I had locked my door from the inside. So I put my hair in a bun and went to school.When I got home my friend and I made chocolate pudding and got out the video camera to make our own cooking show. While I made faces at the camera squeezing pudding out of my teeth something yanked my hair, hard. I stopped, my friend asked what was wrong- the my bun pin came out of my hair stayed in the air then flew across the room. All on video!!!
Her mother said it was definitely the work of grandma.
there are about fifty other spirits roaming her halls. None of them are harmful, you get used to sharing a bathroom with five people you can't see.

Since I Was Young

By: Alyxe8@aol.com

I have felt spirits since I was a child.  My entire life I have always been afraid to be alone.  I don't so much see them as I do sense them.  I didn't believe it until I was 21 years old and had an experience that frightened me so much that I had to leave my house. I had always been frightened in  the house that my husband  sonand I lived in at the time.  My husband worked midnights and in the middle of the night I could hear footsteps when there was no one else there bet my sleeping two year old.  The hair on the back of my neck would stand up.  I was sure someone was there.  There was a drop ceiling and I would hear what sounded like someone tapping on it.  I even had my husband remove tiles to see if an animal was up there.  Then one night I was standing in my kitchen washing dishes, my husband was outside working on a car and my son was asleep in the bedroom next to the kitchen, where I was at.  All of a sudden the hair on the back of my neck stood up and I could hear someone running from the living room into the kitchen where I was.  I whirled around to see who It was, but no one was there.  I then felt cold air rush by me. I freaked out and ran from the house to tell my husband what had happened.  I was too scared to return to the house, but eventually did.  Afterwards when I told my mother what had happened and that now I believed that everything I had always experienced(felling a persons presence when no one was there) was really ghosts, She then told me about when I was a child and would sit next to her and scoot closer and point and say"I don't like them"  she would then reply "who?" and I would just say "Them".  She says I used to scare her and that she truly believes that I saw People that she couldn't.  I rarely ever actually see anything it's more like I Feel them and know that their there.  Some times I do see them though.  And I am terrified.  I hate that feeling.  I think that as a child i saw ghosts more often because I was more open to it.  Now I more or less try to ignore it otherwise I am to scared to be alone
 

By: DemantedCanible@aol.com
 

When i was in 2nd grade my mom moved us to Gates Oregon.
The Outpost Village Resort
About a year into living in the mobel home
I saw the ghost they were talking about on your website
I wolk up and could not get back to sleep
I sat there on my bed (I shared a bunkbed with my younger sister
and my older sister slept on the other side of the room)
And looked out into the hall and sall a man walking towerds me
then turned into my mothers room
I got out of bed to check on my mom there was no one in the room
So i jumped into bed with her and spent the rest of the night safe with my mom.
A week later I told what happen to me to my cusin Amy
She told me about our landlord who shot his frind when they where in a drunkin fight. there were no charges do to selfdeffence
I told my mom about what happen that night. to this day she will not belive me. I even told her about your website, She thinks i'm bulshit. Right now I live in Salem Oregon.
About a 40 min drive to gates. I'm planing on makeing a stop at my old home.
 

By: jo011f0389@blueyonder.co.uk

When I was a child, growing up in Scotland, my Grandpa John lived with us until I was about 11, then he went to live with my Aunty Madeline and Uncle Henry as my sister Katherine had just been born and my mum and dad needed the room.
Anyway, I loved my Grandpa so much.  To me he was the best person that ever walked the face of the earth and I saw him every day.  He would come to the house about 10 a.m. every day and leave in the evening.  He was a big bear of a man, 6 feet tall and with a 54' chest, 21' neck, weighing 20 stone.  Anyway, he obviously had a very distinctive heavy footstep that I used to recognise instantly coming into the house, going through into the living room and then into the kitchen, where I would hear him pottering about making my breakfast.
When I was 21 and my sister was 10, Grandpa John died suddenly in my mum's arms whilst sitting in the living room.  We were all absolutely devastated, my sister and me especially, but very shortly after he died my sister and I started to hear strange noises.  We would be in our rooms and at about the time that Grandpa used to come down, we would hear his distinctive, heavy footfall coming up the garden path.  We would then hear what sounded like his key fumbling in the lock and then him walking through the house to the kitchen.  Then we would hear him start to potter about and the chair creaking as he pulled it out to sit on it.  We weren't frightened at all, just pleased that Grandpa still came to see us.
I have now left home but Katherine still stays at home and she hears the noises still going on, 12 years later.  Quite often when I'm at mum's and go into the living room I'll smell Grandpa and my sister and I also have this really realistic dream, always on the same night with the same details that we go out into the back garden and my Grandpa is standing there.  He says to us that it's okay because he has come home and he's not dead any more and I have been told my spiritualists on 3 occasions that I have an "large gentleman" standing behind me, and the description fits him perfectly.
So I dont't know, is it wishful thinking, or is Grandpa John keeping an eye on his "little princesses?"

My House in Roxborough, Manayunk, PA
 

By: Fallen_Angel_13MM@hotmail.com
 
the house is over a hundred years old and full of ghosts. Seriously! it used to be a house but in the 40' or 50's was split into 4 apartments. i'm now 14, but we moved in when i was 4, into one of the second floor apartments. we had one ghost named Mary who did nothing at all... you just saw her shadow glide along the wall. When the family on the first floor moved away, everything was fine until about 3 or 4 years later when i felt like i was being watched in my bathroom. around that same time, we found out that the father that lived downstairs shot himself in front of his kids. He loved the house so he decided to come back (obviously). usually people who commit suicide end up to be confused spirits (he was in my apartment instead of the one on the first floor). He was always the nicest man, but now, his spirit was very disturbing. i couldnt take a bath, go to the bathroom or even brush my teeth alone in there. when i was home alone, if i had to pee,i went in a glass and waited until my mom got home. my room was next to the bathroom and we would leave the light on at night and every night i would see a black shadow cross the doorway. i was so scared that i would hide under the covers and scream for my mom and i ended up sleeping with her. my CD player also acted weird, as did my cat. everytime i prayed, the bathroom door would slam. i was so scared that i had my mom walk me to the bathroom when i had to go at night. But one day, while i was in the bath, i was relaxing when all of a sudden i hear a crash right next to me and a sharp pain in my head. turns out, a glass bottle flew off the window pane across the room and landed next to my head and lodged a chunk of glass in my head. that was the last straw so my mom and i moved up to the third floor apartment when i was 13. the couple that lived on the first floor broke up, so the guy moved into our apartment (we didnt tell him about the ghost). Ok, this guy is weird..ill tell you that now. well, it's been about 7 months since we moved
upstairs and everything's great in my mom's place. but i always have the guy come upstairs and telling me about things he's seen. on his first night in the apartment, he woke up to see a big guy standing over him in bed. and just as recently as 2 weeks ago, he told me he was in the bath(the house has the original tubs... no showers)and felt a prescence behind him. when he turned around, he saw the guy and said he was really livid looking. he was in work clothes and he said to the guy in a low voice " Get the f*ck out of my house!" and dissapeared in front of him! I swear it's all true and if you don't believe me, i have a picture of the bathroom with a whispy thing in it... right in the spot where i felt the most uncomfortable (OF COURSE it had to be right next to the toilet!) If you're looking for the house, it's on ridge avenue, across from Speedy's in Roxborough/Manayunk. if you do go, you might meet me and i can tell you all about the other ghosts in the house. other than that, e-mail me at Fallen_Angel_13MM@hotmail.com.

The Black Cat

By: brittany122585@hotmail.com

Hi. My name is Brittany. I've always been facinated with ghosts and the paranormal, but that's not why I'm writing. I have a story to tell you about a mysterious black cat that roams around my apartment (we dont have any cats...only a bird). My grandmother, father, and oldest sister moved in to this appartment before I did. They moved in at least 10 years ago. I moved in about 4 years ago. This used to be a house, which was later separated to make two separate apartments. Anyways, sometimes my grandmother (Whom passed away 2 years ago), my sister and I would talk about all the ghosts and experiences that we have had in the past. The one that sticks out most is this black cat that we have all seen, except for my father. Before I moved in I would spend weekends here to visit. I used to sleep on the couch whenever I stayed, but I remember always being a little scared. If you sat on the right side of the couch, right next to the arm you could see into the dining room. If you watched tv you could always see whatever was going on. At first we couldnt figure out what this figure was. This figure would run across the dining room but it would do it all night, always going the same way. As the months progressed the figure would follow us to different parts of the appartment. For a year it remained in my sisters bedroom and this is when we figured out it was a cat. You could hear it meowing at night in that room. Of course we could hear other cats outside but this was not outside. It scared us but we always shrugged it off and went about our lives, every now and then hearing it or seeing it. It wasnt out to hurt us we knew that, but the thought of having a ghost cat scared me. Four years ago I moved in. My grandmother moved to the sun-porch bedroom, and my sister and I moved into my grandmothers bedroom because it was larger. We could sense that the cat had followed us into that bedroom. Every night almost we would wake up and hear its meowing. A few years pass, and my sister is out more and more often but I still slept in that room by my self. One night I went to turn off the light, just before it turned off and was completley dark in the room I saw this black...transparent cat with green eyes. It was looking right at me. I was scared but I continued towards my bed and climbed up (it is a bunk bed). After that incident we hadn't heard or seen the cat in a while. Every once in a while I will hear it but I have never seen it. There have been other happenings in this apartment but I don't have the time to tell them to you right now. Thanks for listening. It always helps to talk.

The House I grew up in.

By: Msinardi81@aol.com
 

I grew up in an old house that we were told was built in the late 1920's. The
first strange thing that happened was to my brother and his wife who at that
time were dating. The rest of the family was on vacation and my brother had
stayed home because he had just started a new job and couldn't take time off.
One night he and my sister-in-law went out to dinner and then went to the house to feed the Dog and Cat. As they got in the car to leave, the saw a flash of  light in the house, that looked like a lighting flash. They got out of the car and went back in the house, everything was fine and they could find no reason for this flash. Another strange thing was the handprint on one of the back bedroom windows, now matter how hard you scrubbed, scraped or wiped that handprint would not go away. One day my Mom was washing the window and it broke, after that my sister always heard strange noises coming from the corner of the room where the window was. My Grandmother also haunted the house after she died, she lived with us for about 5 years before she died. She had trouble walking and always wore slippers. Her bedroom was at the back of the house off the kitchen. She had to go through the kitchen to get to the bathroom. Several times after she died both my Mother and I (we were the closest one's to my grandmother) heard her slippers scuffing across the kitchen floor just like they did when she was alive. My grandmother always called my Mom "Mare", my mom's name is
Marion, several times after she died, again my Mother and I heard her calling my Mom. My dad had two experiences in the house where he saw an evil looking hooded figure once sitting on the couch and another time standing in the room. Both times my dad would say "What in God's name do you want" and the figure disappeared. Lastly when we moved out of the house my brother was there alone one day and was standing in the livingroom near one of the bedroom doors. The house only had window air conditioners and they were already taken out. As my brother stood in the living room a icy cold air passed right through him. This was in Florida in October and the temperature was about 90 degrees. My brother
was glad to finish what he was doing and leave the house. All of these
happenings are true.
 

By: DivaDancer082@aol.com
 
We moved into the house we are currently living in now about 17 years ago. At first it was the perfect family house --or so we thought. One night when my brother was in his room he heard a soft whisper of his name..."Craig" ...it called to him. Thinking it was my mom he went out to the living room and my mom was fast asleep on the couch! A few weeks later my mom was out of the house and my brother was in his room. I came downstairs to get something to drink and as i stood at the bottom of the stairs i heard someone call MY name "Heather"...it said to me...I was scared! I never wanted to tell anyone this from fear they may laugh at me but one night me and my brother we sitting around talking and he told me his experience--i had to tell him mine. At that time he told me that our mom told him that she had also heard her name as well as my step dad. It hasnt happened in awhile however. BUT, we still continue to "misplace" things only to go searching in the same spots later and finding them there. One praticular incident was my step dad's watch. He looked all over the room and so did my mom.Only to find the watch under the bed where they had looked only a couple hours earlier! When no one else is home i still here people walking around upstairs and im too scared to go investigate.
I got so scared one time i ran out of my house and wouldnt come back until someone else came home!  These experiences have led us to believe that we are not the only ones living here!
 
 

Achill

By: sue-allyson-doggies@msn.com

 I have a story I just remembered and very much want it to be posted up. This happended back in 1998, when I was 6. Im 12 now. My dog, Achill, had died a while ago. My family all missed him. One night, I was laying in bed, watching T.V. I had turned it off, and then the weird thing happened: About 5 minutes later, I felt something jump up on my bed (you know, when a dog jumps up on a bed like that feeling.) I looked around, for  my other two dogs, but no one was there. That’s when I said, "Hi, Achill." After that, nothing really happened until 2002. (you can read my other stories.) I think that was my dog, or Achill, just saying, "Goodbye, I'll miss you." before going to Heaven.

Our Ghosts Come Back

By: deanbed@ntlworld.com
 

Our house was built in 1948 in the grounds of the old Manor house, Cardington Road, Bedford, England, (famous for the R101 Airship).
There was a previous family here who have now passed on and we moved here in 1977.
There has constantly been small spooky goings on, shadows seen passing the bedroom door accompanied by the creaking of floor boards, pictures dropping off the stairs wall, my daughter often talking to someone she saw in the bedroom, alarm clock constantly being unplugged, very annoying, my 18 year old brother in law was sitting outside while baby sitting when we got back from a night out, too frightened to go back in after hearing noises.
About 3.00am in 1998 I was woken with a start I looked straight to the wifes side of the bed, she slept on the right side by the alarm clock, and I saw a dark figure with a trilby hat and glasses heading for the alarm clock, I got out of bed and sat up watching I shook myself knowing I was awake, when he looked straight at me and he knew he had been caught, he then disolved slowly right in front of me, It clicked that what I saw was probably a ghost but I didn't have time to take that in and be frightened, I am now a beleiver in ghosts and I am also not afraid to meet another.
It is now 2003 and we have had no problems since that night, I ruined his games, that was until about 3 months ago when we decided we would like a mirror in the hallway firmly fixed it fell down and smashed a month later, thats all very well these things do happen by accident, so I ignored it.
A month ago I put up another mirror in its place and made sure this would not come down by using a 5 strand strong wire, the day I wrote this the mirror has just come off the wall and smashed, while trying to find out what caused it, I found the wire has been cut cleanly in half it is not the part that would touch the screw in the wall so it had not rubbed, we have decided to not have a mirror there anymore, why smash the mirror?, is it the same person responsible. I dunno perhaps I will ask if I ever see this one.

The Locker Room

By: GraceG81@aol.com
 
Hey how's it goin'. Anyway I respect a lot of the people who share their experiences because I know exactly what your talking about. All of my life I had things happen to me. My Mom said it's some kind of gift I have but I actually think it's some kind of a curse. The scariest thing that has happened to me actually happened when I was at school. Everyone knows not to go to the girls locker room by yourself but stupid me, I ended up doing it. I remember that I got out of seventh period early so I went the locker room to change for softball practice. right when I was finished I was walking out when I heard the gate to the varsity locker room open. I turned around like an idiot and saw a girl standing there. At first I thought my mind was playing tricks on me but she started walking towards me. I remember telling myself to run but my legs wouldn't move. She stopped when she was about ten feet away from me and just stared at me. I looked at the exit door and she said "Your not leaving" as corny as it sounds she actually said that. She started walking closer and I started to back up. Right when she was about two feet away, my coach walked in and she was gone. My coach asked how I got in the locker room. I told her I knocked on the door and she opened it for me. She told me she had been at the front office all of seventh period and this was her first time back to her office. To this day I don't know who that girl was but when I saw my coach she said that she often hears somebody walking around I n the showers and opening and closing the lockers, she also told me that time and time again she'll look up from her desk and see a girl walk by the locker room window. So any San Pasqual students, don't go into the girls locker room by yourself OK!

Grandfathers Here for Me

By: LvGODSANGEL23@aol.com

HI MY NAME IS LISA NICHOLS I LIVE IN LEWISBURG TN!!! I JUST WANTED TO TELL ABOUT MY PERSONAL EXPERINCE IT ALL HAPPENED RIGHT AFTER MY GRANDFATHER DIED I LIVED WITH HIM MY WHOLE LIFE HIM AND GRANDEMOTHER. WELL ABOUT A MONTH OR TWO LATER I WAS IN HIS ROOM THINKING ABOUT ALL OUR GOOD TIMES AND KEPT HEARING HIM CALLING ME I TURNED AROUND AND HE WAS IN HIS BED SMILING AT ME I JUST STARTED CRYING HE ASKED ME WHY ARE U CRYING PUMPKIN HEAD?? I TOLD HIM I MISS U SO MUCH HE TOLD ME I WILL ALWAYS BE WITH BABY!!! AND U HAVE YOUR BOYFRIEND THERE FOR U TOO THEN HE DISAPPERED AND I NVER SEEN HIM AGAIN!!!

  Saved from Injury

By: projectshadow316@yahoo.com

This is the third time I have written to you.  I just
keep thinking of unusual things that have happened to
me over the years.  Well, I just thought of another
one that happened in Junior High.
We were playing afterschool Floor Hockey, one of my
favorite sports.  Our team crushed the opposition, and
we were sitting on the bleachers.  However, instead of
laying them out so they form stairs, we had to climb
them otherwise there wouldn't have been enough room to
play 2 games at once.  Anyway, we were all sitting up
there when I went to climb down, when my foot got
caught and I fell about 7-10 feet headfirst (at
least.)
Problem is I don't remember the fall, just landing on
my back.  It didn't hurt, in fact, I felt no pain at
all.  It's just like I was standing and slipped.  My
teacher asked me if I was alright and I told him I
was.  To this day I think some outside force saved me
from potential death

The Shadows

By: sriddle@IngeniumCapital.com

I'm not entirely sure I want to share my experiences.  I suppose it is nothing too exciting compared to some.  Most of the time I am in denial and I don't talk abou it cause it scares me and makes me think that if I talk or think about ghosts, then it is inviting spirits into my life.
I suppose my story starts when I was 4 or 5, but I don't remember clearly when it started, it could have been since infancy.  But when I was around 4 we moved into a house in central Tucson.  The house is about 50 years old now, but this was 20 years ago, so it was a used house but only 30 years old.  It has no history that I am aware of, it isn't in the best neighborhood however.  Well basically there is no story, just that I was haunted as a child.  I would see these 3 dimensinal pure black figures.  I used to think of them and call them shadows, which makes the whold shadowlands thing pretty ironic.  I suppose these figures are common, certainly many people have seen or written about them.  I though of them as the absence of light, like a negative for a picture, darkness instead of light.  These figures visited me a lot, perhaps every night, but I don't think it was that often.  It was certainly most nights, they just walked toward me.  They came through the doorway and walked toward me.  I don't know what happened when they reached me I was always too scared to look once they got too close.  I would just lay perfectly motionless under the covers and pray for morning.  There were men shapes and women shapes, and I think even child shapes but I'm not sure.
The figures were always coming toward me.  I didn't understand them being so young, and I don't think my parents understood why I was so afraid of the "shadows". I remember sleeping in the living room one night, my dad had told me that if I saw anything that I was to stand up and comand that the presence leave in the name of Jesus Christ.  So a man's figure started toward me that night.  I stood on the pullout bed and said, "In the name of Jesus Christ I command you to leave,"  the presence turned from a man's shape to a woman's without losing a step.  So I tried again, "In the name of Jesus Christ I command you to leave,"  and it turned from woman to child or smaller form.  At this point I lost all bravery and hid motionless under the covers as usual. In retrospect I think I should have tried commanding "all spirits" to depart.
I don't really know what or why.  I kinda always thought they wanted my mortal form, and as a child I was susceptible to them.  I thought they were spirits that wanted the chance to live, but because they had followed Satan they would never be given an opportunity at humanity.  Anyway, we moved before I turned 8, and I didn't really ever see them in the new house.  Sometimes I would think I saw something, or wake up suddenly in the middle of the night. Actually still to this day I usually wake up between 3 and 4 am, but then go back to sleep.  As I said, nothing ever really happened, and nothing has happened in years.  Except that my younger siblings and cousins blame any unexplained occurance on "ghosts", and most of them will not sleep an any room that I have lived in.  They say wierd things happen in my rooms.  I'm not so sure about that, just stories they have heard maybe.  Though I certainly don't talk about such things anymore.  But I did effect my life.  I fear ghosts, I'm more afraid of them then of actual danger.  If someone broke into my house I would probably just be releaved that they were human!  But as I said I try not to talk or think about it anymore cause it makes me feel susceptible and afraid.  I deeply fear mirrors at this time, and if I am feeling scared I refuse to look in them.  Usually I'm not afraid, but I don't trust them, they lie and are only a fascimile or reality, and I find that disturbing.  I suppose that makes me sound crazy, but I did once see one in the mirror, and that is an experience I choose to believe I imagined.
 

By: ladyjynx@yahoo.com

One of my earliest memories is actually a ghost story
of sorts.  In fact, my whole life has been littered
with odd occurrences up until the last few years which
have (thankfully) been exceptionally quiet.  I seem to
be some sort of magnet for this stuff or something.
Here's a few of the most interesting ones...
SHADOW ON THE WALL
When I was only about 1 1/2 I lived in a house out in
Estacada, OR.  One night I woke up scared out of my
little toddler mind and found a shadow on my wall
shaped like a goat.  The shadow had a definate
presence and was watching me.  I crawled out of my
crib and peeked out the window.  No goat.  So I ran
screaming into my parents' room and was promptly told
I was having a bad dream, go back to bed.  That shadow
was there every night until my mom left my dad and we
moved but even though I've never seen it since, there
hasn't been a day go by that I don't still feel it's
presence.
WHERE THE HECK DID I JUST GO?
At an older age, I remember lying in bed reading and
suddenly I was someplace else, completely black.  All
of a sudden a pair of glowing eyes (resembling flying
headlights) appeared and flew at me.  Just before they
hit me I was back in my room...and fell about six
inches back onto my bed.
TAP ON THE SHOULDER
Shortly after getting my license I was driving home in
my old Chevy Blazer when someone in the back seat
tapped me on the shoulder.  I had my head turned about
half way around to answer them before I remembered
that there was nobody else in my car.  Almost drove
off the road.
ABANDONED RAILWAY STATION
Got dragged out with my friend Suzie (Not her real
name) and her boyfriend and another guy to some old
railway station in Sherwood, OR.  The boys said it was
haunted.  They saw nothing strangely, but Suzie and I
both felt it.  (and Suzie doesn't even normally pick
up on stuff like that)  As we were leaving there was a
dog that suddenly appeared snarling and growling at
the car.  The boys didn't see it.  I was drawn
backthere repeatedly over the next month or so.  I
don't know why but some other things happened like a
big black shape flying down from the ceiling and
ripping my hand open when I reflexively threw my arms
up.  And a friend of mine who lived in Vancouver, WA
found himself scared and upset one night and went for
a drive.  He found himself sitting in front of the
place for no reason, he freaked out and showed up at
my place.  After describing the building I told him
where he had been.  Strangely, I'd never told him
where the place was.  He'd actually spent a lot of
time looking for the supernatural and never found
evidence.  He has now stopped looking.
CANTURBURY CEMETARY
And then there is the Canturbury Cemetery in Tigard,
OR off of Hwy 99. (I found it mentioned on your
Haunted Places Page, too!)  My friend Joel lived in
apartments right next to it.  There was even a little
trail that led from his parking lot to there.  We went
originally out of curiosity and found that several of
the gravestones were broken and tipped over.  A few
someone had actually picked up and carried several
feet from their bases.  So, trying to be nice we set
them all back up the next morning when it was light.
Few night later we went back and they were tipped
again and some of the graves had freshly turned dirt
and depressions like someone had dug up the bodies.
(ew!) While we were putting them back up one of my
friends pointed into the trees (very wooded cemetery)
and there were little green balls of light floating
around out there.  As we got more scared, they got
brighter.  We continued putting the stones back and we
all suddenly felt like something big was coming and
left. (The howling and screaming mentioned on the
Haunted Places page might very well have been us
running like scared children).  So for a couple months
this went on.  someone knocked the graves down, we put
them back.  The big whatever stayed absent.  Then one
night as I was putting back one of the smaller
gravestones...for 11 year old Louis Armstrong
(Schaumberg?) I actually saw him.  He was kinda fuzzy
and out of focus sort of.  He told me "it" was coming
and we should leave.  I told my friends and we began
bugging out.  As we were nearing the edge we felt the
big whatever-it-was settle over the graveyard and for
the last few yards out of the trees it got too dark to
see.  I have no idea what was going on in that place
and I simply prefer not to speculate about it.  (Oh,
and if any adventurous people go to check it out,
beware of poison oak.)
Anyway, there's a few of my stories.  Hope I didn't
babble on for too long.

Just a Few....

By: disgustipated8083@mindless.com

I have only recently found your website but I must admit, that I truly love reading all of the stories you have posted. I was debating on whether or not to add in my own, and finally decided after reading the Imps or Dreams story. Okay, here goes.
My dad died when I was seven years old. I remember always feeling different from everyone in my school because they all had mothers and fathers that lived in the same house. It was so bad that I wouldn't tell anyone that he was dead, but that he had moved away and was "living" on the street that his cemetery was on. I refused to think of him as dead, and sometimes, so did my mom. I would talk to him and take comfort in remembering him, even if my memories are precious few.
My mother decided to move shortly after the death of my dad. It took two years for her to find the right house for us. The day that she moved out, after all of our things were packed and out in trucks with the rest of my family, my mother called loudly, "Richard, you can come with us, too." She didn't want to leave him in the apartment all alone.
Since she told me this, and being that I was only nine at the time, I was more fierce in telling people about my guardian angel father, who was watching my every move. Every now and then, I get a good feeling that he's near me and when my mother decided to move to TX, she asked him to come along again. He did, of course.
Before we moved, my mother asked my best friend's mother questions about her dreams. She can see and dream about the dead, a lot more often than I can. She hates having the power, but because my mom is her best friend, agreed to asking my dad questions, should the time arise. Instead, my father came to her, after my mom told him to, and told her a bunch of stuff about our family, and what might happen. All but one prophecy has come true, concerning us kids, but I don't know what he told my mom, except that he loves us and is very proud of me.
Now, my father isn't my only ghost. After we moved into the house in MA, I started to see and feel things. There were three ghosts that I could find sufficient evidence of, but my brother saw more of them, including our dad. One was stationed eternally by our bathroom doorway. He was a malevolent ghost who insisted on scaring the crap out of me at every chance he could. My belief is that he had something to do with the attic, the doorway being right beside our bathroom.
The second I have never seen but my brother and, later on, my best friend have. He's a Vietnam vet that stands guard by the closet in that bedroom. The room was always cold, but that could also be because of the other ghosts, I don't know. My brother described him perfectly to me and my best friend, and later on, she said that she had seen him and had been so scared she couldn't move. I don't think he meant to scare them.
The third was a benevolent spirit. I used to joke around about him, calling him something like Herbie, but maybe not. He used to move things, like car keys, school books and the such. He was a very happy kind of guy and often-times played jokes on me and my brother, for the sheer fun of it.
Just before we moved, my mom, like I said, invited my dad to Texas with us. My mom and I were talking to her best friend about it and she reemed us out like crazy. The last time we had invited him with us to move, it had been okay, there were no other spirits in that apartment. However, we had a great many in the next house, and our invitation, although not meant to be, somehow extended to the others. Herbie's okay, but a lot less playful. I've seen and felt the angry spirit a few times. Now, he's hanging out in the shower to my room.
My dad's still around, and he still takes care of me. It's harder for him to do so because my husband doesn't believe in that kind of stuff. I talk to him now and again, too, and I always know that he is there listening.

The Attic Door

By: buffierenee@prodigy.net

The house i used to live in was 98 years old.Really creaky.Alot of the doors wouldnt open or close without a fight.One day i was going up to my bedroom.You have to go through my bedroom to get to the attic.The attic door sags badly.I always have to get my dad to shut it.Anyways  i was trying to close it on my own it wasnt working so i gave up.All of a sudden the door started opening and closing rapidly on its own.As i said my house  is old  there was a hole in the ceiling of the starcase.You can see into the attic from it.I was so scared i ran to the stars (right before running downstairs to my mom )and i looked through the hole to see if maybe i was dreaming it.But the door was still moving.Latter that day i went back upstairs and the attic door was open like it had been in the first place.I told my parents but i wonder if they believe me.Nothing else has happened.But i never felt alone again while i was in my room.It was like  i was being watched
from the attic.
 

By: chrissy_loon@hotmail.com

My name is Chrissy and I am 17 years old. I am intrigued by this site and it has inspired me to tell of an experience that I went through.
Last year, I had travelled to a remote town of about 2000 people for personal reasons. For the time I was there (not long), I was to stay in a trailer with a few others. We each had our own rooms. The rooms were on either side a long hallway the ran throughout the whole trailer. That night, everyone was in bed and most likely sleeping, I was in my room getting ready for bed. I turned out the lights and was lying in the dark. All of a sudden, I heard noises. I quickly dismissed them. Then I heard footsteps in the hallway. I assumed it was the others walking around so I poked my head out in the hall to see who it was. No one was out there. Again, I dismissed it. A couple minutes later I heard something that scared me to death and still scares me. All the doors in the hall except mine sounded like they were being thrown open and shut over and over again with great force, all at the same time. I knew that only 3 other rooms other than mine were occupied, so it wasn't a joke or something. I debated whether to go and check just in case it was people who were doing this. The noise went on as I got up and opened my door. I looked out in the hallway...nobody was out there and the doors were all closed. I closed my door as my heart began beating faster, as soon as my door closed the noises resumed with the same force. I opened my door and the noises stopped. I closed the door and the noises resumed once again. I decided whatever entity was doing this, I didn't want to mess with it so I locked my door and crawled back into my bed scared to death. The door slamming eventually stopped. The next morning, my door was open... nobody could have gained entry without me opening the door. Also, I found that only one other person in the trailer was awake to hear the same noises I did the night before. He was just as spooked as I was. I still don't know who or what was throwing those doors open that night and I'd rather not know. Needless to say, I much more aware of supernatural beings and the power they possess.
 

By: ltownsend1@cfl.rr.com

I had my pet golden retriever My Girl since I was five. Sadly I had to put her to sleep around July of 2000. She had a tumor on her heart and every breath that she gave around that time was another gasp for air. It had enlarged her heart where there was nothing that could be done. My Girl was many things to me. A best friend and dear companion, a member of the family, and my baby. We had the strongest bond. Around Christmas of 2000 we went around looking at Christmas lights as we had previous years. Normally we would take My Girl with us. Since her passing I think she tried to show us she was still with us. The guy at one of the houses we saw lights at took a picture of us with one of those instant picture cameras.   Something is in the picture. I know she is still with us.
 

Julia
 

By: Lblklilly@aol.com

Hello my name is Kara Kanetzky a real long time ago when I was in my teen years,  about 15 or 16  I was in my dorm room with a friend and I was told of something that happend in that room.  Apparantly a student killed herself in the exact room I was in.  Well ( and I know I was NOT  dreaming) one night I woke to to the real hard slamming of the sceen door  that was attached to .  (the screen  doors swung out.)   It was real loud I was surprized no one else heard it. But I have been told that "when you are being haunted others will not hear your cries.  So I lay back down then about 30 minutes later I hear  a noise like some one is rusling stuff around  on my dresser.  I look up  to see if my roommate is up.  no, she was sound asleep.  So I lay back down again  only to here the sound  of my creeking wood floors.  It sounded like someone was walking on my floor.  After that stopped I stood up  and  sceamed at the top of my lungs  my roomates name."" JULIA!   JULIA"   She was laying on her side and never moved.  I decided to get the nerve up and go to the bathroom so I left my room  feeling safe that I was out only to find I was wrong,  the hallway window was up and it  slammed down just as I exited my room.  I stayed  in the bathroom till dawn and thats all I remember.   Nedless to say to this day it scares the hell out of me. that sometimes I think I have someone or thing is with me.  Maybe that is why I have chose the wiccan way.

By: tulsa_mclean@elvis.com

Here is a ghost story for your website.
This happened to a family friend of mine named Heather.
It was the early 90s and her great grandmother had just
died.  Everyone called her Nana.  Heather was really
close to her so she was taking it really hard being
only 11 years-old.
Heather's mother was basically trying remove everything
from sight that had a "great grandma" memory attached
to it because she was taking it even harder.  So she
asked Heather and a friend to move a dresser mirror
downstairs to the basement that was a wedding present
from Nana.  As they reached the landing above the final
set of stairs Heather felt a tap on her should and she
turned--it was Nana plain as day.  Heather started to
shake--her other friend counldn't see this woman but it
was apparent to her that Heather was in some sort of
trance.  She said that Nana reached out her hand to
steady the mirror and said, "Now becareful with that
hon, it's old."--she said her voice sounded like it was
coming from the end of a hall--it had an echo to it.
That was all Heather needed and she said she ran into
the bedroom that was only about ten feet away and she
and her friend threw the mirror on the bed (obviously
she was too scared to care about the mirror's safety
like Nana asked) and ran downstairs hysterical and
refused to touch it or move it.  Her mom wound up doing
it.
I never can do the tale justice--Heather of course
tells it better.  Just  a few years ago she married and
lit a candle at the wedding in her memory.