Woburn, MA- Valley Rd.
By:  Anonymous

I lived in this house in the 70's.
The attic was a hole in the ceiling of the closet in the master bedroom. It was freezing there and often whispers could be heard when the closet door was opened. We all had a strange feeling of being watched but the strangest thing that happened occurred on the night we moved out.
My mother was concerned, because we moved early, that if we left the house empty, vandals would get in. So she and I spent the night with blankets in the living room. The rest of the rooms were empty.
I don't remember the time, only that it was dark and we were there only long enough to lie down when we heard a door slam up stairs.
All the windows were closed. We closed and locked them ourselves when we first arived.
The doors all had a wide gearth so they touched the wall when opened.
What caused the door to slam?
My mother and I grabbed our blankets and left and we never returned.

Woburn, MA - Washington St.
By:  Anonymous

I lived in this house back in 1976. Now it is a realtors place of business.
In the back room on the first floor there was a blood stain we couldn't remove. Outside the window a harmonica played.
Our father, a devout Christian, would yell "tell that guy outside to shut up!" But no one was there. This back room was my parent’s bed room.
My sister and brother and I were fans of Dark Shadows at the time and thought we'd "investigate" So while our parents were sleeping we left a tape recorder in the room.
The readers of this story may take the rest of what I am about to say as reality or fiction.
When we played back the tape there was a lot of distored noise like wind, and a very muffled, deep voice that said "Help Me". I was 14, my brother was 15 and my sister 12. The voice was not a child's. Nor was it my father's who didn't believe in anything he didn't see with his own eyes.  Our dog would bark at the couch in the living room (the room next to my parents room), and no one would be on the couch. The rocking chair in the same room would rock with no one in it.
We also had a Lazy Susan. A kind of plate that would spin on a base. It was my mother's. She couldn't find it when we first moved in, but we kept hearing it spinning.  I will never forget this house. There was purple and pink leopard wall paper in my bedroom and psychedelic lights in the living room. Much later I learned that hippies had lived there, but nothing to explain the paranormal events.
In the basement there was an eerie feeling, and a section of the cement floor was uncovered about the size of a grave. There was a back room we used as a play room but we were often driven upstairs by an overwhelming feeling of being watched by something threatening.
 

Long Island, Bayshore – House on Maple
By: tiekshia@excite.com

I was told that the house used to be an old boarding house and there were also devil worshipers living there.  My daughter was thrown from the bed one night.  I had a demon in my room, one of the other women were blessing my room when something touched her, she thought it was my daughter until she saw a shadow in the closet.  The kids will not go into the basement without screaming for their parents as if they see something we can't.  There is an eerie feeling at the back room of the basement no one goes there.  Things are thrown sometimes and it always feels like someone is watching you.  I have heard whispers in my ear that no one else had.  I heard a low whisper of many voices in my room get louder like all of the people were getting closer then I felt a really bad chill up my spine(never happened before and I have had many ghost encounters).  And I think they were upset because another woman that lived in the house also had splashed holy water around the room. and things were missing and moving by themselves. Knocking on doors when reading the bible out loud.  Nightmares every night I slept in the room alone or with my daughter.  This place is indeed haunted if I ever saw one my self and no one really knows about it because the shelter is confidential, and you don't know until you have to live there.

Who Was This?

By:Montgomep@co.oswego.ny.us

I am nearing my 40th birthday and throughout my life I have had several experiences some not as scary as others.  I have been witness to some strange and unexplainable things.  One such event happened while spending the night at my friends house.  We were 11 at the time.  We had been told countless numbers of times by her parents to quiet down and go to bed.  When Becky and I finally were able to get into bed, her on a top bunk me on the bottom, we did some talking and were drifting off to sleep when we both heard footsteps outside of her bedroom.  We were afraid it was her father checking up on us so we both closed our eyes and pretended to be sleeping.  We heard the door to her bedroom open and felt a draft.  There was a very pleasant smell which neither one of us could identify.  As we laid there with our eyes closed tight both of us felt a warm breath on our cheeks and a blanket was placed over each of us.  After the person left we able to open our eyes.  We did not think anything of it until in the morning when we talked to Becky's parents who both told us they did not come into the room.  When we told them the story they asked to see the blankets so we brought them out.  Becky's mother became somewhat pale and told us she had never seen the blankets before.  Someone wanted us to be warm and made sure we were taken care of.  To this day we have no idea who this person was.

The Ramkota Inn - Greeley, Colorado
 

By: echolobita@hotmail.com

It brings back such memories to see Greeley, Colorado’s Ramkota Inn listed
in your Haunted Places section. I worked there as a front desk clerk when I
was 19, nine years ago. I grew up in Greeley, so I’d heard all the stories
about the woman who’d been thrown off (or threw herself off) the balcony of
the old Chief Theatre, which was the building that stood on the ground
before the Ramkota was built. Every Halloween, the Greeley Tribune featured
entertaining pieces about Rosy, as the woman’s ghost was known, and I was
always enthralled by the stories. When I started working there, I couldn’t
get enough of my co-workers' tales. I kept waiting for my own. I worked
there for about a year and a half and it wasn’t until I’d put in my two
weeks that I ran into anything remotely paranormal.
One slow Sunday night, I was working alone. There hadn’t been a banquet or
party in over a week and the hotel was almost completely empty. My shift was
about over, so it must have been around 10:45 or so. I was finishing up the
bookkeeping and I happened to look up at the stairs that led to our banquet
rooms--which were directly across the lobby from the front desk--just in
time to see a lone red balloon, making its way down the stairs. It hovered
on the landing and remained there until my co-worker came in at 11:00 to
relieve me. We were both rather frightened, since there hadn’t been any
parties (thus, no stray balloons) in so many days, and he made me pop it
before I left him alone for the night shift.
Another night, I was working the evening shift with a fellow desk clerk,
whom I'll call David. We were working alone—the only other co-worker around
was our manager-on-duty, who was a woman. The third floor was under
renovations at the time, thus, about half of the rooms were blocked and
couldn’t be reserved. Due to our computer system, it was literally
impossible to reserve or rent out the rooms. So, when a call came across the
switchboard from one of the blocked rooms (the room number would show up on
the switchboard when a call came through—like caller ID), David and I looked
at each other in disbelief. That particular room was supposed to be empty. I
made him answer the call. When he hung up, he told me that a man had been on
the other line and he’d said, rather jovially as though he knew David well:
“Hi, David! Hey, you wanna bring me up a new remote control? This one’s not
working!” We weren’t sure what to do. One of us had to stay at the desk, so
someone would have to go up to the room alone. So, David decided to do it.
Perhaps you might have said, “No way. Mr. Ghosty’s going to have to go
without a remote!” but David and I were both curious. So, he made himself an
electronic key and went up. He came back about ten minutes later, pale as a
. . . well, extremely pale. He said that when he'd opened the door, the room
was definitely in renovation mode, but the TV and every single light—even
the lamps—were blaring.
I wish I’d seen Rosy. Most stories came from the housekeeping or restaurant
staff. And most stories were harmless—Rosy seemed to be just a lonely
spirit, trying to make contact with the living world. Definitely stay at the
Ramkota next time you’re in that cowtown . . . maybe you’ll have even better
luck than I did.

Old Shuck

By: ochristophersrobbins@qcl.org.uk

I am only twelve, which is why no one has believed me. This story is not really for me, but for my grandmother who passed away 2 years ago.
This was my grandmother's sighting of a ghost.
I had been staying at my grandmothers for a week and before dinner we decided to take a walk,
My grandmother's house was situated in Norfolk and there are lots of nice roads to walk along and eat
Blackberries .we was walking when a shiver went down my back and this ticked my nose. I hung back to sneeze, and when I straighten
Up my grand mother was deathly pale, and looked rather ill.
I asked what the matter was and she could only reply dog. I took her home and made her a cup of tea,
And when she calmed down she told me she saw a big dog, black with yellow eyes. Then it had just
Disappeared. I was always very fond of my grandmother but then I wasn't sure I believed her,
But it did make me think. The next day I went to the library and got all I could on ghosts.
I found a dictionary on them and I looked it up, I found a chapter on a ghost called the
"Old shuck". It was the ghost of a dog that fitted my grandmother's description exactly.
I also read that if you see the ghost then a year from then, you would die.
I was quite disturbed at this piece of information, and decided to ignore it.
Then, a year later, my grandmother got cancer and died.
My grandmother was a healthy person,
And she was only 65 .
I couldn't find a logical explanation
And I am still puzzled to this day.

Not My Imagination

By: Scrogginscottage@aol.com

This story happened along time ago about 1979-80 when I was around 15 years old. It was a Saturday evening in the summer of Northern England where I live and every weekend I would stay at my grandparents house. This particular Saturday my Gran had gone to my uncles to baby sit and I followed around two hours later. I had two routes I could walk, I  could go along the road or along the canal bank and across the railway crossing ( I decided on the latter). The day was very clear and sunny and quite warm, it was around 6.00pm in the evening. I knew the walk would take about half hour and just set off, I walked the canal without a soul in site it was around half mile then had to leave at a lane that went over the railway track. I started the walk on the lane and was around 20 yards down just before the railway crossing when I distinctly heard very audibly a childs voice coming from the derelict building to the left of me, my main instinct was he (sounded like a boy) was in trouble and was calling for his Grandad so I decided to go in, the building wast open at the front and had no windows (they were all broken). I ent in calling for the child and went to where I thought the voice came from. I searched and searched but no child, the voice always seemed to be far away, I must have spent 15 minutes looking around and shouting. In the end I gave up went back to the road where the voice was still clear and audible, I carried on my way and thought it was either a ghost or my very vivid imagination.

Never Underestimate the Power

By: bored_as_hell03@hotmail.com

Hi. I just want to say first of all, that i love this site!! And i love ghosts and ghouls and things like that!! I have a story to tell, and it happened 6 months ago!! Im 13. I was on holiday with my ma and pa in Florida. We were staying at a hotel, and i was alone as they had gone down to the lobby to check out times for activities. I was on my bed, reading, when i heard the bath start to run, then stop. I heard this about 4 or 5 times.  Then it turned on, and kept running. At the time, i didnt believe in ghosts or anything. I went into the bathrom and there was a woman leaning over the side of the bath, with her hands in the water. For some reason, i wasnt scared at all!! But as i got closer, i saw that the woman had her hands around a samll bois neck, pushing him under the water. She looked up at me and screeched " You want to join him kiddie???" I ran like crazy!! Out of the room!! Without the key!! When i found my ma and pa, we checkd out. When i got home i did some research on the hotel and them particular rooms, number 156ab. It turned out that a depresses moth of one boy had stayed their, for a booked week, but only made it 3½ days. She had got really p****d off with him, and told him to take a bath and killed him that night. Then the next day she hanged herself through guilt. Well, i hope you like my story. All i know now is, that i will NEVER underestimate the power of ghosts.

By: kckyle24@hotmail.com

my brother died january 29, 2002,  my father gave me his car, about a month after he passed away my husband was driving home late, and was falling asleep at the wheel, as he started to nod off, the radio came on loud, a couple times I asked brian for a sign that he was alright, and right after i ask him, one of my kids toy dinosaurs start to roar, brian loved dinosaurs so its no suprise he would choose that toy, a few times my father has seen him standing behind my mother, sometimes his bedroom smells of beautiful flowers and there is no window open, i never believed in any of this type of stuff, but i feel that he is still with us,

My Best Friend's Mother Said Good-Bye To Me

By: AAlphaComp@aol.com

I am 25 yrs old and have been best friends with Katie since first grade.  Her mother was always sweet and she and I shared the same astrological sign, Aquarius.  Sadly, when Katie and I were 20 her mother was diagnosed with liver cancer.  A year later, during the summer, when Katie and I were 21, her mother was extremely sick already, the doctors and family knew that the illness was terminal, but nobody knew how much longer she could live.  Doctors said she could live for another 3 months to a year.  Anyway, we all lived on Long Island, NY, but I was going to Eastern Connecticut State University in Willimantic, Connecticut.  So before I left for school I went to the hospital with Katie to visit her mom.  She looked awful, but I was hopeful for her, for Katie's sake.  I went to school in September.
Sometime in mid October on a Sunday I was looking through a J Crew magazine and I thought to myself "It looks like fun to be a model for J Crew".  That Sunday night, I dreamed that my mother and I were in the waiting room for a modeling agency, and we were going to model for the J Crew cataloug.  We were sitting in chairs looking through magazines, there was a receptionist desk to the left of us, and the exit/entrance was to our right.  The person at the receptioist desk was blurry.  All of the sudden, Katie's mom breezed in!!! She looked radiant, had a smile on, so bright and happy, I've never seen her look like that.  She wore a white outfit, pants, blouse, boots, and a puffy vest (looked like down).  The outfit looked like something from the 80's, but she looked great in it.  She waved to me, then vanished into the wall behind the receptionist desk.  I knew , as soon as she waved, that she died.  I knew it with all my heart and soul, there was no doubt in my mind, that she had just died and said good bye to me.  Still dreaming, I turned to my mom, and I said " Mom, that was Katie's mom she just died and said bye to me. Did you see her?'" and Mom said "no, I didn't".  Then my dreamed ended.  I hadn't talked or emailed Katie since I left in September, I didn't know about her moms condition at the time.  In the morning, Monday, I told my roommates the dream, and said "Wouldn't it be freaky if Katie's mom really did die?".  On Tuesday,  Katie called me and told me her mom had been comatose for several days, and died on Monday, early in the morning.
I never told Katie.  Still haven't.  I don't understand why her mom said goodbye to me.  I always liked her, but I was best friends with her daughter, not her.  Anyway, a year later Katie visited me at school, and on the one year anniversary of her mother's death, she showed me a picture of her and her mother when Katie was about 3.  Her mother, had the same smile she had in my dream, and she wore a very similar outfit!
Weird huh?!  Thanks.
 

By: Clara.Hunter@mail.ihs.gov

This is a story about what happened to my best friend.  I don't remember the
exact date and time, but I do know it happened in 1978. Today I'm 51 years
old and my best friend is 47 years old.  We don't really talk about it much,
only that we do know it really happened, and it's just between us and you
readers that believe.
Lois, (not her real name), moved into a small 4 room house right next door
to me, it was a nice cozy looking little house, it had a white picket fence
around it and flowers in the front yard.  No one lived in the house as long
as I and my husband lived next door which was about 5 years.  There was
always an older gentleman that would keep the house from disrepair.
Finally, one day Lois told me that she got a great deal on a house rental,
and guess what?, it was right next door to me!
We were both escatic about this, so right away I helped her move in.  She
finally got her own place, for she definitely wanted to get out from under
her mother's wing.  The house was so cute!  And it was furnished!  The
furniture was antique!  It was perfect for her.  She loved the little house.
She had a good job working for a trucking company as a bookkeeper.  And she
was single!
Lois moved in with my help, and everything was perfect the first 2 weeks.  I
noticed something was bothering her during the third week she lived in the
house.  She would come over to my house and visit till the wee hours of the
night and fall asleep on the couch.  She did this for about a week and
finally I asked her to tell me what was wrong, cause I couldn't stand it any
longer.
Finally she told me that I probably wouldn't believe her if she told me what
was happening in the house.  I said don't say that, you are my best friend
and I am here to help, is someone bothering you, should we call the police?
Lois is a very truthful and honest person, and very loyal friend.  She told
me that something was in the house, and that she thought it was a spirit.  I
told her, I believed her, I grew up in a family that believed in the spirit
world.   She told me that during the day and even at night, the spirit would
open and close the cupboards, and she could hear shuffling of feet going
across the kitchen floor, and sometimes she would smell Ben-Gay, or
Mentholatum in the air.  She said the spirit would even take a shower, she
could actually hear it get into the shower stall, and turn on the water
faucet, but when she would go into the bathroom, NOTHING!!! Lois said this
happened anytime during the day and night.
It got to the point, to where I would have to stay with her at night until
she got sleepy, then I would leave.  These happenings never went on when I
was there, and we couldn't understand why.  But of course I'm not intune to
the spirit world as she is.  Lois never slept in the bedroom because she
swore someone was always on the bed, she could hear the bed creak, when they
moved, and even hear their snoring!  She was determined to live in the
house, and did not want to move back in with her mother.  I wanted her to
move in with me, until she found another place, and she wasn't for that idea
either, she said I and my husband definitely needed our privacy.
One morning, around 4:30 a.m., I heard our door open, I knew it was Lois
because she was the only one we gave a house key to.  I got up because it
was so early in the morning.  Sure enough it was Lois, she was sitting on
our couch in her PJ's breathing very hard.  I was very concerned, I turned
on the light, she was very pale.  I asked her if she was sick, I wanted to
take her to the emergency room.  Finally, she took a few deep breaths and
calmed down, I got her a glass of water.   Lois told me, "I am not going to
live in that house anymore, I've had enough!"  "I'm moving out today, and
your going to help me, I'm moving out today.!"  I told her well okay, I'll
help you.  Lois told me,  " You would't believe what happened, I woke up and
looked toward the kitchen doorway, and right in the middle of the doorway
was a glowing ball, about the size of a basketball." "It was forming a shape
like a lamp and getting bigger, I closed my eyes thinking I was dreaming and
pinched myself, I was not dreaming!" " I closed my eyes again, and shouted
out, Dammit!, Leave Me Alone!", I opened my eyes and it was gone, that's
when I raced out of that damn house and ran over here.!"
Well, Lois moved out of the house and back in with her mother, waiting for
the day when she could move out again.  We looked up the history of the
house and found out that a widow lived in the house.  She was around 88
years old, and had meals delivered to her at noon.  The lady that delivered
the meals found the old lady dead, lying on the kitchen floor, she died of a
heart attack, and she was dead for 2 days.  The old gentleman that took care
of the house was her brother, he sold the house to an elderly couple about 2
years after Lois lived there, and they tore it down and put a brand new
trailer home on the spot where the house once stood.  I wonder if they have
the same goings on that happened to Lois, or if the old lady is really still
around.  I only have to wonder, for we no longer live next door, and have
since moved.  Lois has since married, and has 3 children and lives far away
from that place where the house once stood.
 

By: kai_2003_17@yahoo.com

I have never actually seen a ghost before. Since I have been about 14 I started feeling like someone is always watching me now, so all the time i am looking around me. I remember when my friend died about two years ago she was 16 and was in a car accident. I have never told anyone this because sometimes i think that i just dreamt about her that night. Well it was December 30th and she was coming back from her friends house that night. We aren't really sure what happened except everyone thinkings she was trying to turn the radio up, the road she was driving on has no shoulders and lots of people have died on it. We think she ran off the road a little then finally swerved to the other side but then finally lost control of her car and hit a tree and she was instantly killed. One thing i remember about that is i am a nightowl and that night i remember remember feeling like something bad was going to happen that night, but never thought about it much. I remember the next morning my mother waking me up and saying that she had been killed at first i didn't react but then i ha realized i lost my friend. I am always seeing stuff out of the corner of my eyes but when i turn to look there is no one there alot of my families and friends have
died. And it always seems like i am being watched! I read alot of stories on your website, I would really like to get in learning some more things, i would also love to see a ghost. I know i would be freaked out but maybe just some want to be helped so they can go wherever they are going. who knows? I would love to hear more stories, i have always believed in ghosts and i think i always will. Also another thing that happened to me this year when i was at a camp was i took alot of pics and it seem alot with me and friends there are alot of mist and stuff and streaks in the pictures that caught me by surprise when i looked at your site. Maybe they just like to follow me and make I sure hope so cause i need guardian angels!

Greenville, AL haunting

By: jmcgough@hvc.rr.com

There is a house on Ft. Dale Rd. that is haunted.  My sister was so scared that she refused to step foot in the house again about 6 months before we moved out.  There were several spirits there.  One was a man that would just stand and watch you from the doorway of one of the bedrooms.  Another was a little boy.  Late at night, my sister saw him run through the kitchen and into the dining room.  Later on, my two brothers were trying to go to sleep in there room.  The oldest thought my younger brother was messing with him by tapping him on the shoulder.  When he was finally fed up with the younger denying it and he sat up, the comforter on both beds went flying off without either touching it and they saw the little boy run out of the room.  My younger sister repeatedly saw faces in our bedroom.  My mother saw a floating mass in her bedroom, which I later saw on the last night we slept there hovering about my younger brother.  My sister said that every night she could feel somebody tuck her in and this same spirit later helped her to my mother the day she collapsed and was paralyzed for a week or two.  There were lights that darted around the house that couldn't have possibly been from car headlights.  My oldest brother was playing around on night and was trying to take a picture of whatever it was(he was in his 2o's at the time) and something came face to face with him and he lost his breath.  Later that week, my mother got scared and wanted my oldest brother to sleep in the room with me.  Just about the time that he dozed off, something grabbed him and threw him up against the headboard.  He doesn't scare easily it being that he has been in the military special forces, but he was truly scared that night.  The last day we were there, my mother made my sister go back into the house one last time.  My sister was in our old bedroom and said she saw something that resemble to her a demon.  I didn't believe in things like this until I lived in that house.  Recently, my mother was approached by the woman that bought the house after we moved out.  She asked my mother if we ever had any "visitors".  My mother's reply was, "Oh, you mean the ghost?"  The people have been hearing and seeing things too.  They've only lived there for a couple of years and are now in the process of selling the house because they can't stand the things that are happening any more.  Just so you know, Ft. Dale Rd. used to be one of the main routes taken by the Confederate soldiers during the Civil War.  There were several attacks along that road.

 Grandma's Phone Call

By: carbine_master@hotmail.com

When I was 12 years old, my grandmother died.  She must have been 69 or 70 at the time, but she was a very active and vigorous woman.  She had a force of personality that could be felt across the largest of rooms.  Most people, even total strangers just felt drawn to her, and this made her the natural center of attention at social events.  I loved her very much.  I was her very first grandchild, and I always felt very close to her.  It’s hard to put into words, but she just seemed so alive, like she was full of light and merriment.  I never thought about life without her, although by 12 I was old enough to understand that no one lives forever in this world.  She was not struck down by old age, though.  She died in a horrible car accident.  Mom and dad never told me the details, and believe me that’s just fine.  But what bothers me is that on the day that she died, I was playing by myself.  The phone rang.  I answered it (I had just been given the privilege of staying home by myself).  It was grandma on the phone.  She sounded very sad.  She told me that she had to go away on a long trip.  She said that she loved me very much.  I asked how long she’d be gone, and she said she didn’t know, but it would be a very long time.  I asked her if I could go with her, and she said no.  She didn’t give me the chance to say anything else.  She just said again that she loved me, and hung up.  It was the weirdest conversation I’d ever had with her, and it was about to get even more weird.  My parents got home half-an-hour later, and my mom was crying.  I told her Grandma had called.  She looked at me like I had said something terrible.  It was then that I learned what had happened.  They told me that Grandma had died two hours before as the result of her injuries, but I had just received the call 30 minutes ago.  Over the next couple of days, I tried to talk to both of my parents about this, but neither mom or dad would listen.  Now I’m 25.  I have never been able to let go of this.  I didn’t imagine it!  It only happened this one time, much to my regret.  There is no doubt in my mind that that was her voice on the phone.  I would know her voice anywhere!  My parents still will not speak with me about it, and I have long since given up on ever getting any sense of closure.  Have I gone off the deep end?  After I looked at your web page, I got the feeling that you people might be able to tell me what happened.  Did I experience something real?

 Ghosts all Around
 

By: redhott_182003@yahoo.com

well lets start with my house in Jackson MI. The ghost in this house only came at people as a joke more than any thing else. It lock my grandmother in her room from the out side when noone was home so she had to wait intill my mom and I got home. This other time I was sleeping with my dog (that has no tail) and there was something hiting my pillow and the dog was on the other side, when i woke up and looked there was a face right there. We moved out of that house and down to Morenci MI. Now this house i have only seen the ghost twice. The first time was when it came up the basement stairs and turned and looked at me and when I said some thing it turned and walked back down stairs. The other time was when I was working down in the basement and i felt some one looking at me so I turned around and there it was looking at me and then it was gone
 

Ann

By: tjburden@mts.net
 
It all started when we moved into an old one room school house in the town of Oak Bank, Manitoba and that is where the story begins.  It was in the early 1980's I was about 8 years old when we moved to that house and a lot of things happened there some can be explained others we still question to this day.  The house is set on 3 achier property and the closest neighbor is 1/4 mile away and it is all gravel roads and very dark. My mom my self and my 2 sisters where at home one day and my dad was gone for the weekend so a friend of my moms came over with her kids and we were all in the living room area at the opposite end of the house to the door the door was locked and we made sure of that there.  We were all sitting watching a movie and all of a sudden it sounded like the door opened and there were foot steps up the 3 steps to the main floor of the house (school room) so my mom got up and checked and the door was still locked and no one had come in to the house.  this happened about 7 or 8 times that night.  then as quickly as it started it stopped the next night it was the same thing but this time you could hear laughter of children in the yard in the back of the house so when you looked out the windows there was no one there the door opened and closed and lots of laughter and voices filled the room and then went silent as they got past the wall to the living room.  Getting more and more scared we all slept in the same room that  night.  Time had passed and the construction on the house began the house was getting an addition built.  the door opening and closing stopped but the laughing in the yard never did.  moving forward to the later part of the 80's I was 16 now and I was baby sitting my cousins who at the time were 6 and 4 and they were in the living room and I was in the kitchen.  I say a little girl out of the corner of my eye run past me so I turned my head right away and said my cousins name and her brother said no shes sleeping on the floor right here and I was ok sorry.  the figure ran toward the basement stairs and vanished I went back to the living room and my cousin asked  if I seen her to and I was who and he said the little girl she was there at the steps and was smiling I asked what she was wearing to compare to what I seen and it was the same little girl in a white dress with pink ribbon and long blond hair and big blue eyes with white shoes on and she was a little girl about 5 or 6 years old so I told him to forget it we will watch TV till our moms come home and we were so scared we refused to move our moms came home and we told them what we had seen and no faster did we tell them but you heard a ruckus in the pool in the yard it had a 6 foot high chain link fence with locks on the gates so no one could get in with out the keys.  the ruckus got more and more louder so I decided to go investigate it I opened the door and clicked on the light and in the pool were 2 large dogs thinking they belonged to the neighbor we called him and he came over and got the dogs out and they did not belong to him they ran toward the back of the yard and vanished.  Time went on about a month or 2 passed and my mom was in the kitchen with a bag on the counter and from the other side she seen a little girls hand reach up grab the bag and pull it off the counter no one was near the kitchen when this happened but my mom she blamed us till it happened again to her the next day and she seen the little girl run past to ward the basement again she yelled to me and I cam running she described the little girl to me and I told her that is what I seen to that night.  we would find a childs hand prints on furniture and on mirrors the radio would go on full blast in a room that was for guests dolls and toys would be scattered about the basement floor and I was the youngest at 17 years old at this time we would go to have a shower and the lights would not work and the shower doors would rattle violently and when that would happen it was a very uneasy feeling in the house then a figure of a large dark man appeared and the little girl would not be around to leave her hand prints on the dresser in front of the mirror violent things happened when he would appear our pet parrot died of a broken neck and the car brakes would fail as you would be coming in to the yard when some one was in the driveway the water in the shower would go scolding hot when there is no one else home to run water to do that.  The worst thing was a Ouija board that was in the basement for years was all of the sudden in the middle of the basement floor it had been in the house for a long time and never touched till this figure appeared in the house then one day a man came to the door and asked if his mother can come and see the old school that she used to teach at and we undoubtedly said yes to her request and she walked through the house and remembered what is used to be like there we had asked if any one had ever died on that property that she could recall and she did a little girl named Ann she was killed in the back yard in the back of the yard by a baseball it hit her in the head and killed her unfortunate accident and we described her to this lady and she said that is what she was buried in over 60 prior to and she was wondering how we knew so much about her it was a never talked about thing so we told the story to the lady and her son and to their amazement little Ann had appeared it was like she wanted to say hello again she was 5 years old when she passed  she was buried at the cemetery 1 1/4 miles away form the school and was not ready to leave it was her first year in school I would have loved to had more to the Ann story than i do but the house burned down in 1991 and I have gone back to the property at night and you can still hear the children laughing in the yard if Ann is still there I do not know but I will go back with a camera and listen for the voices and then take a picture and hopefully I get a picture of Ann to share
 

When Ghosts Attack
 

By: georgie_gooch@hotmail.com

When I was young I lived in a very old four story house in the oldest neihborhood in the city of Calgary. As a child I was very sensitive to the things that were going on around me and still am.
 Strange things started to happen one night when I was about nine years old, I suddenly woke up to the sound of heavy breathing, which might not seam that unusual considdering I lived with my dad and my brother but I had long become accustomed to the noises that they made so this was very odd. I was trying to get back to sleep when all of a sudden my cat Sheba started growling, and it seemed that in unison both the hair on her back and the hair on my neck stood up at the same time and the room whent ice cold.
I looked out into the hallway and I saw what I can only describe as a shadow, walk from one end of the hall to the other. Only it wasnt really walking it was more like it was limping. I could faintly see the outline of rags hanging off it's back. After it disapeared the room temperature whent back to normal.
When is was finaly old enough to stay home alone things started to get really strange. Most place where I spent most of my time when I was alone was in the sub basement right abouve the bedrooms watching tv with my cat sleeping across my lap. I would be watching my favorite programs when suddenly I would here a door slam when no one was there and none of the windows were open so the wind couldn't have pushed it closed. After the door would slam I would hear footsteps going down the stairs and comming closer and closer to me and then as soon as my cat woke up hissing the footsteps would run back upstairs, open and then slam the door closed.
After about a year of this happening, the entity became violent with me. Durring the night I would have horrible nightmares and would wake up the next morning with scratches all over my body, I would be pushed down the stairs and violently attacked when I landed. It got to a point where I would have things thrown at me if I was alone in a room.
Nobody would believe me until one day when my dad walked in the house just in time to see my being shoved down the stairs. That night he packed me and my brother up and we stayed in a hotel until we could find a new house.
I just did some reserch about the area and the house in which I lived and found out that it was the site of a brutal murder suicide. I still get uneasy feelings when I'm at the top of a stair case so just in case I have had ever house that I have lived in blessed just to make sure.

the Hill House in Streator Illinois

By: germanchix71@msn.com

          There are many stories surrounding the Hill house in Streator.
Built by the Hill family its many hauntings are of course surrounding them.
The full history of this house and family can be found in the book Biography
in Black (a history of Streator). But here is a quick rundown.  The son of
the hill family was known to have a gambling problem,  his mother, having
found out that he was forging checks in her name confronted her son, who
subsequently murdered her and burried her in the coal cellar while his
father was away.  The father later committed suiced with a gun to his head
in the den.  The son, never having been found guilty, later died in a plane
crash.
          Having been in the and talking to former residents, there have
been reports of a child crying,  it was rumored that Mrs. Hill had abused
her child.  Also are reports of angry piano playing even though there is no
piano in the residence.  Apparitions have been seen in the windows of the
home as well.
          The home has been empty for many years and many attempts have been
made to remodel the home, so far none have been fully completed.  The home
is now owned by another man who is currently remodeling it, I have not been
able to enter the home since then, the new owner is nearly impossible to
contact, I haven't succeeded yet

The Face

By: AmeNoTenshi1@aol.com
 

My experiences have been going on for a number of years now. My first experience was when I was ten years old. It was in the evening and I was getting ready for bed and what not, and when my parents came into say good night the power went out because of a rtaher violent storm outside. Well, that was all fine and dandy but right after they left the power went out again and right in front me was this humongous face, it had an expression of complete and utter evil. I was so frightened by it that I couldn't even move let alone scream for my parents whose bedroom was right across the hall.  It seemed like an eternity before the power finaly blipped back on and I bolted to my parents room in a completely hysterical state. They didn't seem to concerned about it though. From that day on I have refused to sleep without a light on in my room for fear of seeing that awful face again. After that I started feeling small thing about me. Like getting a sudden feeling that something was watching me. Usually I felt this while on the computer which was located in my brother's room. One time in the evening I was online chatting with some friends when I got an incredibly overwhelming feeling that I was being watched even though there was nobody else was in the room. Well, there was this painting that hung on the wall of an old man and the feeling of being stared at seemed to be coming from it. I tried to ignore it until the feeling finaly intensified so much that i felt like I was  going to choke. I quickly got up and left the room and started sobbing as I told my mom about it. My mom seemed genuinely concerned about it and took the painting off the wall and stuck it in a closet. Another time I was sitting on the computer I suddenly felt the weight of a hand resting on my shoulder and when I turned around to see what it was nothing was there.
We moved from that house about 2 years ago to a rather small city that also happens to be incredibly old. The neighborhood we live in used to consist of a lot of plantations back in the 1800's or so. In this house my room is the only room on the second floor of the house so I'm pretty much seperated from everybody else in the house while I'm up here. One night I was laying on my bed and listening to some music when I heard this horrible racket coming from right outside my window. It was this awful high pitched screeching sound, it was definitely not a natural sound. And so I got up from my bed and pulled open the shades, despite being horrified at what I might find, and there was nothing there, there was not a single trace of there being anything out there. More recently though I have begun to see dark shadowy things floating around my room very late at night. I still sometimes get the feeling of being watched but not enarly as instense as on that one occassion. Sometimes I'll be sitting on the computer when this dark shape will just "fly" over me and the computer and disappear. And that's all there really is to say about my experiences. Thank you for your time.

 
 Pops

By: tlittle@blomand.net

I know this is like so many other stories but I couldn't help myself from
sharing my families experiences.
Four years ago my son and I moved into our apartment and were expecting my
second  child's birth. Everything at first was strange of course because I
had never lived in an apartment so all the noises were wierd to both of us.
And we had never lived in town.
About a month after we were settled in we had set up our soon to be "little
sister's" bed and put away all the clothes that had been gifts at the
shower, and had set down to watch some tv. I got to thinking how I had
wished I had thought to shut the bedroom light off when we left the  room,
when it went out. I looked around and my son was sitting on the floor in
front of the chair where I was so I knew it wasnt him. I dismissed it.
Two weeks later I was coming in from work (12 hour shift at hospital) and
was thinking how good it would feel to have a hot bathe before I went to
pick up my son. I walked into the apartment to hear water running and
panicked. I thought I had accidently left water running while I was at
work,,,imagine that bill. I ran into the bathroom to find the tub full of
steaming water and my candles burning,,,I freaked. I was a single mother
and no one was supposed to be in my apartment!! Even my mother didnt have a
key yet!! I ran out of there realllll quick. I ran to the babysitters
house..no small feat with me being 7 months pregnant and dragged her back
up there with me. We walked in and down the hall to the bathroom. The tub
was empty and the candles were not lit,, she looked at me like i was
insane,,,but she did say it was humid in the bathroom as if the water had
been running,,,and she could smell my candles but they hadnt been burned
the wicks werent even blackened.
I dismissed this as a tired mind,,,,maybe I was wishing so much for that
bathe that I convinced myself the tub was full and the candles were
burning,or I was going insane.Hey with my families past I could believe it.
Well I called my mother that evening and told her about it and we laughed
she said I had to be losing my mind to think that had happened . I agreed
with her,,,well someone decided to let me know otherwise.
That same night I heard something in the kitchen,, my heart stopped my son
was sleeping in the other room and here I am pregnant and someone has
broken into my apartment. Then I got mad,,,,how dare someone!! I walked
into that kitchen ready to kick butt,,,,,and froze. Now there is only one
door to my kitchen and I had heard these noises right up to the point I
walked in and there is no where to hide in this apartment trust
me,especially the kitchen. There was no one in the kitchen,, but all the
doors were open and all my dishes were stacked all over the room,,,,instead
of in the cabinets. My refrigerator was standing open and all the food was
stacked on the floor. I screamed ran in grabbed my son and got the heck out
of there. We stayed the night with my mother.
The next day we had her neighbor a local cop go in with us and he looked
around.He and I looked through all the rooms and found nothing and no signs
of forced entry and he laughed and asked my why I had taken all my dishes
out of the cabinets was I moving out already?! He thought it was funny. I
said no that was how I found them when I walked in there,,I told him the
food was on the floor in front of the fridge too. He walked back out of the
kitched and said um no its not the fridge is fine,but you dishes are
everywhere. I just stood there. What was going on?
Well he left and my mother and I finished putting dishes away and
straightening up the kitchen and my mother asked me if I was alright and
left after I said yes.My son was at daycare and I was home alone and
decided since I didnt have to pick him up for a while I was going to lay
down. I took off my watch and rings and laid them on the table next to the
bed which was my habit and laid down and napped. I woke up about two hours
later and was getting ready to pick up my son and realized the watch and
rings were missing. I looked around the bed and figured I knocked them off
and would find them when I got back home. When we returned my son went to
get some juice out of the fridge while I was looking for my watch and ring
and what does he find but the watch and ring in the fridge of all places.
I just knew I was losing my mind. That night I heard noises from my son's
room and thought he was up playing,,,I walked in and felt a cool wind pass
me in the hall,,my son was sound asleep.
I walked into the living room and just sat down,,I looked around the room
and decided whatever or whoever it was needed to know I knew it was there
finally.So I looked around again an quietly said that if it was happy here
I had no problems with it,,I didnt appreciate what it was doing the jokes
and pranks,,,especially if it was going to scare me like that with a baby
on the way. But if it wanted to stay it could on the condition of not
scaring my child. Things calmed down for a while little things would happen
and we would laugh and say the ghost did it.
But really it wasnt until I brought my daughter home that the "ghost" got
excited. My daughter was two days old when I and her big brother brought
her home and went to bed exhausted with her in the bassinet next to me.
That night I was awoken by my daughter cooing and happy sounds  coming from
her crib. My son was asleep in the bed next to me,, I was mistyfied never
had a baby woken up happy like this around our family,,especially that
young. I noticed a coolness around her bassinet and asked "it "  to please
not frighten her.
My daughter on more than one occasion would be heard giggling and cooing
when she woke up and be waving at nothing I thought. A friend of mine
commented on it and I jokingly said "Oh the ghost is entertaining her" ,I
had no idea how right I was.
I met a girl I worked with shortly after that whose family used to live in
the apartment and she asked me if I noticed anything different about it? I
asked oh you mean the ghost ,,really its harmless. She laughed and said you
mean you have seen Pops? I just stood there ,and laughed ,,told her I was
joking. She said no your not ,Pops loved that apartment and loved to play
practical jokes on everyone who came in there. But his greatest love was
his grandbabies.
Till the day we moved out we "chatted" with Pops,,the night before we moved
we had everything packed up and ready to go the next day when my son came
out of the kitchen and asked why the old man was crying? I went in and saw
"Pops" for the first and only time since we moved in. I guess it was his
way of letting us know he would miss us. We miss him, he kept us on our toes.
 Oh just so you know I have met the lady that moved in after we left but
she never said or not whether Pops has showed up. I wonder?!
 

By: Meny401@aol.com

the thing with this story is that it was too scary the first time it happened. Around august i was at home watching tv, chillin', when out of nowhere my cousins daughter comes in and asks for my drink (we were in mexico and i loved this drink called penafiel and my niece, i think that's what you call it, knows how to get to my house.) Any way,she told me she wanted some so i get up to the  kitchen and there is an opening to go to the bathroom which scares me a lot. I'm serving the drink, and my niece looks at the opening and starts laughing like there was no tommorow, and trust me, that opening  is not a cool sight to look at, especially around 9:30!! So i start to move away when this...thing comes out of the hole and my niece starts telling me that it wants to be friends, but i wasn't takin any chances so i grab my niece and left.
The next day was a Sunday and me and my cousins were doing a sleepover. My aunt fanny (little hard to say in english) was going to sleep with us that time. At around 3 we heard a whole lot of dogs bark and then the phone rang. Fanny picked it up, and it was her sister! We didn't go to sleep then so we fooled around a bit and heard a loud knock by the opening (we had a door so we couldn't see what was going on). My cousin volnteered to go but seeing as i was in great fear they decided i should go. (that and the reason i am a 13 year old energetic kind of guy). Any way as i open the door we look around and my aunt was getting upand asked what that noise was, and we all just looked at each other and went back to sleep.
I will send some stories some other time, also i like the shadowlands a lot!
Keep up the good work. And sorry it was so long
 

By:wingo86_9@hotmail.com

this is a very emotional thing for me to reminise about, but i figure it
might be of some interest to the people who read this. on August 19,2002 my
cousi tina died in a car accident. there were 3 other people in the car
besides her and they figured it would be fun to go hilltopping(or so im
supposing). well the driver lost contriol of the car and everyone was killed
except him. well i found out on the first day of school that she had died
and i was very very sad. it took me a long time to accept this horrible
tragedy. anyway... i have had this terrible dream ever since that i am at a
party with her and the people she was with that night are trying to get her
to ride with them. i plead with hr not to go with them til she gives in. so
we get in her car and still we get in an accident and she dies. i have this
dream at least once a week and i guess this is just her way of telling me it
was her time to go. i miss her dearly. if u have any thoughts on this then
feel free to email me.wingo86_9 @hotmail.com

My Best Friend

By: BoyOsage@aol.com

i have waited a long time to talk to someone who might understand  what ive seen.  its almost as if a weight is being lifted from my chest.  Several years ago (about eleven) i lost my best friend.  Richard had several best friends, a big heart, and an intelligent zest for life.  Shortly after he past away i was woken up early in the morning(i've always said it was 3 a.m. but i don't know for sure).  The only light in the room came in through our curtains from a street light about 20 to 30 feet away. My wife was right next to me. My daughter was in her crib in the next room.  Richard was her god father although we aren't really religious.  After i was awoken my body froze i was scared to death.  My eyes were fixed on something in my hallway.  The bedroom door was open. Something (the ghost)  was just floating there kind of looking, if you will, at me in my bed.  There was no real shape to it.  Although there did seem to be a top, middle(fatter there) and the bottom kind of trailing off.  The texture to this thing was kind of grainy or sandy,like moon dust swirling super fast like in a circle or circles within itself.  At this point the only two thoughts in my mind were getting away, and my friend Richard.  I couldn't move, I couldn't speak, I don't know if I was breathing.  My                                  eyes were wide as hell, I couldn't believe what was happening.  Just when I thought it couldn't get worse this thing like ducked under the upper door jamb and got very close to the foot of my bed.  I swear I tried with all my might to push back, my eyes were popping out of my head.  I was starring right at the ghost scared to death.  I was wondering what was going to happen.  How long was it going to be here. And just as it came it left, dropping down and swooshing out the door down the hallway towards the front door.  My whole body was released and tears came rolling down my face.  I woke up my wife and told her what happened.  She wasn't interested. She was tired and upset that I woke her up.  I've told this story many times almost always with goosebumps appearing on my arms and the hair on my neck raising up. That is my story I hope you believe it.  There is noway I was dreaming, noway.   My wife and I have experienced many strange things.  I'll write about those things later.  I hope you enjoy my ghost story.   Goodnight Richard, I love you and still miss you.

By: mind_tripper69@hotmail.com

This experience happened in Marietta, Georgia.  It happened today.. me and
some friends decided to go check out this abandonded mansion that some
people at school knew about.  The mansion is on White Circle Road.    We
went up this long long old driveway and got to the house, out in front is a
totalled MG.  The car has been there for a long time, the tires are all
flat, the car is rusted, the windshield is gone.  The skidmarks that lead
off the road to the tree where the car struck are quite visible.  We went
inside the mansion and I had the worst feeling I've ever had in my life.
There was food still in the refrigirator, unwashed dishes in the sink,
unopened letters dated from 1991 on the counter, strange pictures of hippies
from the 60's, a strange picture of a blurry face of sumone screaming, there
are still suits and sweaters hanging in the closets.  There is a guest house
below this one, that's when we had the sighting.  We were at the back side
of the house, looking through the kitchen, which smelled so bad we couldn't
go in (the smell was coming from the open refrigirator, which was full of
bags and a bucket), anyway, my friend said "dude, someone just walked by the
front window" and my friend NEVER sounds scared, but he did when he said
that.  I pointed the flashlight toward the window and just saw our
reflections, and I said "nah man, it's just us" not 30 seconds after I said
that we heard a door open, so we ran.  We got back up to the mansion and
looked back down to the front of the house, but no one was there.. then we
drove down there.. and there was no one.  Other things we found at the house
were 2 nooses, several refrigirators which smelled amazingly bad and only
god know's what is in them, a bloody wife beater shirt, and a 20's race car
in the barn/shed type thing.  This was my first time going to a haunted
house.. I've never been so scared... but I definetly want to see more.

 Lonely Person

By: pop741.1@netzero.com
 

Believe it or not. My name is Jerry i live in San Antonio,Tx. Heres my story. Last year i was working out of town had my company truck to travel to work to Mission Texas. This day was Monday early morning about 3:30 in the morning taking off to work in the highway. Near getting to Three Rivers Texas. It was pitch dark and light rain i remember. I would say before getting to Three Rivers i still needed about 20 miles. I saw a person walking along the the shoulder of the road and had a luggage with them also strolling with them.This person was wearing a raincoat with the hood on. This person saw my truck no cars were in front of me or in back of me. To my surprise this person never waved for help nor did i see a car that was stranded along the highway, that would say this person was stranded nor did wave for help. Remember pitch dark and was walking along the shoulder of the road. Three rivers, Tx was still 20 miles ahead no lights,no sign of the town, pitch dark. I was scared. I pressed my gas pedal as fast as i could. Never looked back. Was this a ghost, or a person knowing the way to Three rivers. Pitch dark asking no help at all. Ill let yall decide.
 

By: pop741.1@netzero.com
 

Heres my story. I moved into my house 3 years ago. The first year i started to hear noises. I was at my bathroom taking a shower it happened about 8:00 am in the morning. All i heard was a knock on the door about 2 times. After i got of the shower. I went to my sons room and my bedroom, where my husband was there. They were asleep. I thought it was one of them knocking on the door to use the bathroom. I told them when they woke up if they knocked on the door and sayed no. I thought i was hearing things. So i just let it go. My niece was staying at my house the 2nd weekend. She was taking a shower when she told me she heard a knock on the door  about 3 times. When she got out she looked to see  if anybody was awake. We were all asleep she told me it was about 8:00 in the morning also. When she heard that knocking sound. I never mentioned the story to my niece cause didnt want to scare her about the knocking sound. She told me the story what she heard and then i proceeded to tell mine also. I was watching tv on my back den with the door open in the front and the back door but kept it locked so my screen door was locked also. I heard somebody knocking in the front door.It was loud. It was about 8:00 in the morning also. I went to go and check and there was nobody. I was scared cause it all happen
 at 8:00 in the morning. I decided to call a lady to come bless our house. After that i didnt hear any more knockings. This is my story.

Winnipeg House

By: iam_styxx@shaw.ca
  There is a house in Winipeg.  My mother lived there with my brother for over 2 years..  In the time they lived there, they experienced many strange and frightening things..  One involves my daughter who was in kindergarten at the time. She was over one evening and she started to walk around the house and place shells and rocks in all the windows.  My mother asked her why and she told her, "so the mean man will leave you alone."  My mother hadn't told her anything.  "who told you about the man?"  My mother asked.  "My daughter looked at her and said,"The girl in the closet, the one hiding from the man."  My mother called me and asked me to come get my daughter. My brother would hear people running up the stairs when he was home alone or at night when he and my mother were sitting in the living room.  The running was usually accompanied by angry snarling noises.  They would both hear a little girl crying out in fright, usually as they passed a crawl space door 3/4 of the way up the third floor stairs.  He actually heard the girl in the living room one day,"she said" Get out he's coming back."  He heard the running and snarling then.  He left fast.  My mother would also wake up to feeling someone sitting on her bed or the feeling of a warm hand on her hip. They also experienced cold spots and whispering.  I visited some times and always felt ill at ease, like I wasn't wanted there.  My daughter would say that she felt sad for the girl.  I think you would have to get Piolas permission to see the house if there is any interest.  She owns it. Thanks for listening.

 
Figure Surrounded by Light

By: midnight_sky1002@yahoo.com
Hello,
 My name is Aimee and I have seen a ghost before, or at least i think it was one. This happened in my grandmother's house about 7 years ago.I've never told anyone about this except my grandmother. I was eight years old. Her house is square in shape and her living room is in the front of the house,straight across from that is the den.Turn left from there and you'll find her (and my deseased granfather's) bedroom. To the right is the kitchen.Well, anyway one day i walked in to the kitchen through the back door from playing in the backyard to get a drink of water when i heard a sound in her bedroom. it sounded like something heavy falling off the bed. Well, this scared me very badly since my father was at work and my sister, mother and grandmother were in the backyard and noone else was there. But being the curious child i was, i had to see what it was. I walked in the den and took a peek in the bedroom. What i saw i'll never forget. It was this figure, tall and kinda surrouned in this light. You can imagine my reaction. I screamed, ran out of the house and refused to go back in for weeks. My grandmother sat me down one day(in my house) and asked me what it was. I told her i what i had seen, and she said that was probaly my grandfather and not to be afraid. I went back into her hous and was ok from there on out.I've never seen it again.
In my house footsteps would walk up and down the hall in frount of my room all the time, but i wasn't afraid of them because my mother told me it was santa clause.I beleive it was the same as the something i saw in my grandmother's house. my mother and father swear they have heard a little rubber ball bounceing up and down the hall outside my room at night.then we moved(not into a different house, we moved our own)and it has been relatively quiet. Well, that's my ghost story. Thanks for your time!

A cottage in Devon England.

By: HollySycamore@aol.com
 
  This all began in 1994, i had recently finished my training as a staff nurse in a large London teaching hospital.. i was 20 years old at the time and in all honesty desperate to leave the rat-race of London, I had always loved the south-west of England, so when 8 months into my work as a qualified nurse I saw an advertisement for a staff nurse at a Devon hospital i decided to go for it. I was delighted at be accepted, and began my search for accommodation, now London is an expensive place to live, and Devon isn't much cheaper so i was only expecting very basic living quaters.... half expecting to end up in nurses accommodation to tell the truth, well i couldn't believe my luck when I spotted a beautiful old cottage up for rent and well within my budget. At the risk of sounding cliched it was chocolate box, the type of Devon cottage people would give a limb for but generally couldn't afford, i was so happy with the place i didn't question the low price of the rent. So here I am in a part of England that I had always loved, doing the job I loved, with the most wonderful cottage.... and having more spare cash than i could ever have hoped to have had if i had stayed in London.... in short i thought this was as good as it got.
   Well my first inkling that there may be problems was just before i actually moved in, my family had travelled to see me (i was staying in B&B accommodation while the final touches were being made to the cottage) my mother, father younger brother and stepsister were to join me for three days over a long weekend. My stepsister had always had some kind of psychic ability, it was a family fact and was never questioned, well the moment she set foot inside the place her face stiffened, I could see this and asked her what the matter was, she managed a smile and said she was ok, no problems etc.... whilst everyone else was totally impressed with the place (my father asked more than a few times if i was sure the rent i was paying was correct and there hadn't been some mistake) her demeanour didn't change much and I knew she was worried about something ... still I was far too pleased with things to worry much myself and as yet it hadn't even occurred to me she was having a psychic episode, much less the problem was anything to do with my new home. We had an enjoyable weekend, and soon it was time to say our goodbyes. Gina's (my sister) mood hadn't changed much, and that's when she told me what was bothering her.... " Lisa " (me) she said grabbing my arm..... " you can't stay here... it's not right, there is something here that will harm you ", well as uneasy as her outburst had made me I was not about to let anything spoil my perfect little world, and I'm ashamed to admit I told her i wasn't going to allow her jealous pangs to ruin what I had going here. she looked sad as i said this, but told me that if anything threatening happened not to hesitate to get out, or at least get help.... well I made loopy gestures at her, strange as I knew damn well she did have ability, we had seen examples of it many times over the years, I suppose I was just too exited at everything finally coming together for me to allow ANYTHING to put a dampner on it. Over the next few weeks I really settled in .... my job was not due to start for another 2 weeks, so I really enjoyed my leisure time, getting to know the area, making the cottage my own with some of my own touches... and basically relaxing. It was a Friday afternoon when there was a knock on the door and an old lady who introduced herself as living close by in a cottage a little further down the way. I was pleased to meet a new neighbour and immediately offered her a  cup of tea, she hesitated and said that she was suddenly really late for something which had up until that moment slipped her mind, but she asked " come over to me tomorrow afternoon and we can get to know each other a little better " i agreed, pleased that they seemed such a friendly lot around here, ignorantly not stopping to consider the woman's behaviour as a little strange, now that I look back it is obvious her whole demeanour changed as soon as I invited her into my home. The next day, i made my way as promised to her home about 50 yards along the lane, she was very welcoming and we spent an enjoyable afternoon chatting, before I left she strangely behaved very much like my sister had just before leaving to head back to London..... " please dear " she said rather imploringly, " be careful in your new home " I can now see my attitude towards people in general was changing, I rather patronisingly said I would, and made mental notes about the poor old dear evidently suffering some kind of dementia. Over the next few weeks the place had really begun to feel like home, my job was going well and I had already made a lot of new friends. This was also about the time I had noticed at times the cottage would become freezing cold in places even though I was using the central heating, it got so bad I had the landlord call out a plumber to ensure there were no faults in the system (none were found) I noticed things going missing and later reappearing in places I was sure I had not left them. Most oddly I noticed that there was a strange symbol, etched onto a lot of the cottage's original woodwork, which I put down to the architects mark of work, some sort of signature. I had been there two months when i decided it was high time for a housewarming party, it was set to be a big event, I had invited my family, new friends from the hospital, and all of my old friends and work colleagues. Well my sister completely refused to come, by this time I believe she had convinced my mum that something was amiss with the house as my mum rang incessantly to make sure I was ok (she had never been like this before, and I had lived away from home for almost three years by this time) the party went ahead and was a great success, new friends getting on well with old friends, everybody having a great time, until Jenny a girl i had been friends with since school days and who was staying with me overnight came running downstairs babbling incoherently about a woman on the landing...a woman who was definitely not a party guest, I scoffed "how do you know? ... you haven't met everybody here yet" she looked terrified as she shot straight back at me..." a woman with red glowing eyes "a few party gores were visibly shocked at this and some (I suspect) wondered if i had invited along a friend from the funny farm. Jenny called a cab soon after and decided she wouldn't be staying with me after all. As the last of my guests were either leaving or retiring to various parts of the cottage for the night, my mum helped me clear around. ... she was not herself, "oh Lisa" she sighed," your sister has been having nightmares about this place for some weeks now, I had tried to allay her fears and tell her that there is nothing wrong with this place, but she never been wrong before, and what has really brought this home to me that Gin is right is the fact she says she saw a woman when we came to see the house...a woman with red eyes... it was what she was trying to tell you that day when we left to go back to London. She saw her standing outside underneath the willow tree in the garden, she senses evil here lisa ". For the first time doubts about the place trickled into my mind, and i could not brush them away. I decided my best course of action from this point was to go and see my neighbour again.
     Mrs Cousins as was her name, was only too pleased it seemed (also a little relieved) that i had come to see her regarding this matter, what she told me shocked me to the core. It transpired that the original owner, the man who had infact designed and built the cottage had been heavily into black magic, his name was Matthew Martin, and had even at one point been tried for the murder of a young teenage girl in 1883 although later acquitted.  Then she asked me something really odd, " Lisa dear " she began " have you ever noticed strange markings anywhere in the house " ? I told her i had, and described them, an odd triangular shape, with what looked like ( as i said it the realisation dawned on me ) an inverted cross underneath.....  I began to put all of the odd things together, bad smells, the woman two of the people closest to me had seen, cold spots, and an odd scratching on the ceilings that I had put down to some kind of vermin in the attic. I gave my notice on the cottage, and collected my belongings soon after, I did as it happened end up living in nurses accomodation, later some details emerged... nobody had ever lived in the cottage for more than a few months at a time, which is why the rent had been so cheap (the landlord was just desperate to have the place occupied) there had been three suicides which by all accounts had been totally out of character for the victim. People had found pets dead for no apparent reason.... in the garden of the cottage... under the willow tree.... people had seen lights in the cottage at times the was no tennant I also found the landlord had not set foot inside the cottage for over 20 years, I now live in London again and as far as I know, he decided to put the place up for sale.... to this day it is still empty, falling into a state of disrepair, in my opinion the place should just be destroyed, and the land blessed.....

Words Out

By: JIMMYJD@webtv.net

THE WORDS OUT. PLEASE MAKE NOTE OF IT. IT WAS ON A MONDAY AFTERNOON. I
WAS WATCHING T.V. THE KNOB ON THE DOOR TURNED ALL BY IT SELF, THEN THE
DOOR FLEW OPENED . IT WAS  LIKE  SOME  BODY JUST PUSHED THE DOOR OPENED
FROM THE OUT SIDE , BUT THERE WASNOT NO ONE THERE . IT SCARED ME HALF TO
DEATH . SEE A GOOD FRIEND OF MINE , HER SON WAS KILLED IN A FREAK
ACCENDANT AT WORK. OVER A YEAR AGO , AND I GAVE HIS MOM A HEART CHIME
SHE TOLD ME A FEW DAYS LATER SHE HUNG IT ON HER SONS GRAVE . I BELIVE
HER SON CAME TO THANK ME .
 
 

By: IanSndwn@aol.com
 

  It was Saturday, halfway through autumn. I was sat in the back room of my house, my father reading the paper and my mother doing some sewing. The year was round about nineteen sixty four. I had dozed off for a while when suddenly I awoke, my eyes ajar.  I could see my mother and my father but I couldn’t move .!   All my limbs were as if paralysed . The only thing that I could move were my eyes. Then my body started to move, I came out of myself, my body was still in the chair but I was rising up away from it.  I reached the ceiling, turned around and looked down on myself sitting in the chair.  I was sat quite normally, asleep.  My mind was going six to the dozen, what was this all about ? what was happening to me ?  I just stayed where I was, looking at myself and my parents wondering what the hell was going on when my dog, Sally, jumped on my lap.  I suddenly, with great speed flew down from the ceiling and back into myself.  Suddenly I could move !! All my feeling had returned.  To this day I cant explain this event. Sadly both my parents and my dog, Sally have died so there is no-one that can corroborate this event, but take my word for it, this is the truth !!

RUNNING LADY

By: friggincoldnd@yahoo.com
 

My friend and I were scared silly one night.  In Rogers, Arkansas there is a area called Monte Ne.  There is a abandoned hotel that was once magnificent.  It was a real treasure in that area.  Now it is mostly run down and under water from when the Army Engineer Corp flooded the area to make Beaver Lake.  The hotel is now a place for teens to hang out and drink at night.  Several of my friends and I were walking around there late at night because we had nothing better to do.  We had a shortage of flashlights and being the scaredy cat that I am I absolutly had to have my own flashlight.  So my friend and I jumped in the car and drove real quick back to my house.  As we were driving back to the hotel (we were doing about 25) my friend looked in the rear view and seen a lady running down the road behind our car.  I turned around to look and we were discussing stopping in case she needed help.  That is when we noticed that she didn't have any feet and was keeping up with the car very well.  So naturally being scared out of our minds we gased it.  Now the road is not very long and we were almost to the hotel so we only sped up to about 40.  When we did that the woman's eyes turned red and she started screaming and looked furious, but she still managed to keep up.  She stayed only 1 or 2 feet from the bumper.  As we came in view of the hotel we turned around to look at her but she was gone.  The image is still so very clear in my head t t I could draw every facial feature.  The clothes she wore looked around the 60-70's area.  It was a white dress with a really low V neck and semi long sleeves.  It was a calf length.  She had dark brown hair that blew back as she was moving.  To this day I won't drive through Monte Ne valley with my windows down.
 

By: neko93@hotmail.com
 

For some reason my grandparent’s house always frightened me. When I was a little girl I would spend the night at their house and dread going to bed in the guest room. Later when my grandfather had emphysema and was hooked up to oxygen and the oxygen tank was in this room. The low hum of the oxygen machine did little to settle my nerves as I tried to sleep in this room. One day when I was about sixteen I was visiting my grandparents my grandfather told me that there had been some strange occurrences in the house. He told me that sometimes the doorbell would ring and when he would open the door no one was there. He also told me that he would see things that weren’t really there. I thought my grandfather was probably joking because he was always pulling my leg and telling me funny stories. A few years later, my grandfather had become very sick. At this time he was in the hospital more than he was at home. The night before he went to the hospital for the last time, he had some visitors. My grandmother told me this story. She said he woke her up around 3 A.M. and he was crying and looked like he had been scared to death. He told her that there were three men standing in the doorway of their bathroom and he thought they were there to take him away from her. Their master bathroom doorway is right in front of my grandmother’s side of the bed. He described the men as dark and wearing cowboy hats. The next day my grandfather went into the hospital for the last time and never returned to the house.
A few years after my grandfather died, my grandmother began to tell me of the strange occurrences that she had witnessed in her house. She has received visits from my grandfather. His breathing has woken her up a couple of times and she sees him standing by the foot of her bed. The last time he came to see her, she didn’t open her eyes. She said he was talking to someone else who he had brought with him to meet her and she did not want any part of it. As soon as she screams or tells him to go away he quickly vanishes. She has also seen another spirit in her house that stands in her the doorway of her bedroom, which is at the foot of the bed. When she sees this she closes her eyes and prays for it to go away and it does.
At first, I did not know how to take what my grandmother was saying. I had always felt uneasy in that house, but I couldn’t understand why she was finally seeing things only after my grandfather died. One day I was a witness to a strange event myself. I had gone over to visit my grandmother and we were talking in the kitchen. The kitchen faces the living room and in the living room there is a large window by the side entrance into the house. You can easily see people walk up to the doorway through this window. While we were talking I noticed that an elderly woman with a black dress and shawl was walking up the doorway. Actually, the way this woman was walking was almost like she was floating up the steps to my grandmother’s doorway. It’s hard to describe. I immediately told my grandmother that one of her friends was paying her a visit. When no one knocked on the door I became suspicious. I looked out the window, but nothing was there. Through another window in the living room I looked down the street and no one was there. For some reason, I had a strong feeling that I shouldn’t open up the door to see if anyone was there. I think my grandmother had seen this woman too because she immediately started to pray. I tried to talk to her about it but she changed the subject so I took her queue and dropped it. After this experience, when I would go visit my grandmother I could not stay after dark. I had a strange feeling that I was being pushed out of the house after it got dark.
When I was 25 I moved to Washington and left my grandmother behind in her scary house in California. The first time I came back home to visit her I was uneasy about staying the night in her house. I decided that whatever it was was not going to push me around. That night around 10p.m my grandmother and I were talking and out of the corner of my eye I say a small figure do what seem to be a summersault all the way down my grandmother hall. I did not let my grandmother know about this because all of this scared her and I did not want to upset her.
The rest of my story will sound fishy and I don’t even know if I believe it myself but here goes. This night I was seeing things and they were talking to me except it was in my head. I was actually seeing these things with my eyes. I saw a tall man in a cowboy hat with a beard sitting with his leg over his knee on my grandmother’s couch. I saw a little boy doing acrobatic trick from one end of the hall to another. I saw many but those were the one’s I remember. It felt as though so much information was coming to me at once that I couldn’t handle it all. I also heard voices, many voices. One voice did stand out from the rest. I started to ask them questions. I asked why they were there. I believe the voice that stood out was a woman’s and she told me that it was because my grandfather forgot to close the door when he left. I didn’t completely understand this. I asked them if her if they could leave and they told me that my grandfather had to come back and close the door.
I don’t know what to think. I am not sure if what I thought I was experiencing was real or not. I do know that on my next visit my grandmother had previously had the house blessed. I also took the added precaution of telling whoever was there that I didn’t want to see or hear anything from them and that they needed to leave my grandmother’s house because they were not going to ruin anymore of my visits with her and make her afraid of her own house.

Crisis Haunting

By:mountain_couple1@hotmail.com
 

During the spring of 1947, my mother who was a young girl of 15 and her siblings, always met my grandfather everyday at a certain meadow near their rural cabin after his hard days work at the coalmine.
On this particular afternoon, my grandfather came walking into the meadow as usual and as my mother and her brothers and sisters went to greet him, he disappeared in before their very eyes.  It seems that a short time earlier, there was a cave in at the mine and my grandfather was trapped.
The next morning a rescue crew freed all of the miners who were trapped including my grandfather.  During his ordeal, he was thinking about his family praying that he would see them again.
Related by my mother.
 

By: SkullMugz@aol.com
 
This is my experience with the paranormal. A few years ago my uncle died. He was a homeowner and, since I was the last living relative, I had to go through his house. Taking what would be needed and what would not be needed. On the third day of going through the house I went to the attic.The first thing I noticed was the coldness of the attic even in the summer. I rummaged through very old things. Soon, to my surprise, I found an old chess set. They were rather old from the age that they looked at the way the pieces were designed. I decided to keep the chess set. It was late and I lived about two hours away so I decided to stay in the house. I fell asleep in a disturbed night. The next morning I was up. I went through my daily morning rituals. When I went up to the attic I found that the chess set I had set down with the pieces arranged, a game had been played. The funny thing is the white king was turned over in the show of the defeat to the black pieces. The white king was still rolling from being turned over.
 

By: PrincessE369@aol.com
 
I would have put this under the other link but it would not work, so I am doing this another way. I am a waitress at Olde Mill Steakhouse in Fayetteville, GA, on Hwy. 54, and it is the most haunted place I have ever been in. As the history explains, the mill has not always been just a mill, but was once a Civil War hospital and later a whorehouse. Rumor has it that two people also committed suicide together in the attic. Strange apparitions, lights going on and off, flying objects, etc., are all very common at the Olde Mill. I have always been very skeptical about such things until I witnessed such activities myself. Every person who works at Olde Mill has SOME kind of story to tell about the (probably numerous) ghosts. One particularly creepy one happened to my friends who were still at work late one night when they heard waltz music from upstairs and what seemed to be dancing. When they investigated it, no one could be found, but all the lights in the attic had been turn on, although no one had been upstairs. Another common story is that lights can be seen floating on the lake late at night and many times people have drove away from the mill, looked back and saw glowing figures in the doorway. I think this is one place that you might want to check into. It's definitely interesting! Thanks for your time!
 

Not Creepy

By:abandon_thoughts@hotmail.com

I've had this fondness for ghosts ever since I was a little kid and there's a reason for that. I've never told anyone my story except my grandmother. When I was about two years old, my grandfather passed-away in his bedroom for unknown reasons and my grandmother would always tell us that she would frequently see him. My father told me it was a lie because she missed him and cuz that's where she kept her money. I believed my father for the most part until I was about 12-years old. I remember spending the night in her house (I lived right across the road) and that I was playing with her record player. My grandmother was asleep and so I decided I'd sneek into my grandfather's room to find more records. The hallways would often grow chilly almost every night though she had no air-conditioner (We were poor back then. Heh.) and that the windows would always shut even though the last task that my grandmother would do is to close the windows before she went to bed. Now, I opened the door slowly as to not wake my grandmother who was across the hallway in her small bed. Let me remind you that I had only seen this room one other time and I had never been inside so I was quite scared as I stepped a foot in. The bed and the dressers were painted over with dust and spider webs. I slowly opened the closet, and I wasn't too paranoid at the time and nor did I think that I'd see or hear what I saw. I was more afraid of my grandmother catching me until I started digging around in the closet and I heard a muffled voice say something. I don't know what it said, but I knew it was behind me. I slowly turned around and saw a ghostly like figure standing at the edge of the bed. It wasn't a full person detail, but I noticed that it was as tall as my grandfather (He was a big man. Stood a good 6'5''). I ran out crying and my grandmother woke up and asked me what was wrong until she saw that the door was open. She looked to me and gently said, "You saw him too?". I couldn't believe that my own grandmother's house was haunted. Ever since, I've never gone into the house or room. I'm 16 now (not too much older), and the house was recently reconstructed by one of my uncles, but something that's very creepy. My old house was given to my grandmother when we moved away and she recently passed-away in that house. Not the same house my grandfather died in, but there has been several owners in this house and all of them move out because of noises. To this day, there's still voices and shadows, but it's hard for me to comprehend since they were both very elderly and very sick at the time of their deaths. It's my little ghost experience. It isn't creepy or scary, and I'd rather keep it this way.

My Parent's House

By: lawhorn@peoplepc.com

We moved into my parent's house when I was 13. I was happy to be moving in there because for 13 years I had to share a room with my brother. My room was in the upper part of the house and right across from my parent's room. The first night that we stayed in the new house I was awakened by something tapping on the wall above my head. So I sat up in the bed and cut my lamp on and it stopped it went on for about 2 weeks. So it scared me enough that I went and slept in my parents room on the floor. When I returned back to my room a few days later nothing happened. I had asked a friend of mine to come over and stay the night and us get up and go to school the next morning. I had gotten up and went to the kitchen to get some juice and I almost screamed I seen this girl setting in the livingroom with long dark hair and a white gown on I had stopped what I was doing and said to my self that it was my friend that was over the house she had slept in a white gown and has dark hair but when I looked back she was gone. So I went to my room and she was still asleep. I kicked her and asked her how she could scare me like that she replied that she did not know what I was talking about. So when I got home from school that day I told my mother what had happened. She told me that I was just very sleepy and that I had just imagined what I had seen. So a few weeks later my mother was in the livingroom and said that she felt someone walk into the livingroom and she looked up and seen this girl and thought that I was just home from school already and then realized that it was to early for me to be home. And looked back and the little girl was gone. She told me about it later and asked me what she looked like I told her that she had on a white dress or gown and had long dark hair. She said that was the same person that she had seen as well. About a month later my father was awakened by someone laughing so loud that he got up out of bed and went to the front door he thought that it was my brothers and their friends but when he cut on the front porch light they stopped laughing. My mom's friend was having a hard time so my parents took care of her daughter and at time she was about 2 she stayed with us until she was 6 and the last time that she stayed there she had woke me in the night to tell me to look I never looked I just told her that she had a bad dream to go back to bed. The next day she asked if she could go and leave with her mom that she did not want to stay there anymore. It took her about a year to tell us why she wanted to go and why she would not come and stay the night anymore. The night that she woke me she said that she woke up because she could hear someone singing so she sat up in the bed and said that she seen this little girl sitting in my bedroom floor and that she had all of my glass dolls in the floor and was playing with them. She said that is when she tried to wake me up and tell me that someone was playing with my dolls that she knew that no one was allowed to play with. She said that the little girl got mad at her and that the dolls started to fly over the bed at her. So after that she did not come over or even stay there for over a year. The night that I got her to tell me the story of why she wanted to stay that night as soon as her mother left the croutons in the den came flying off the wall and fell in the floor it looked like there was wind up under them and they just fell off. Then my father started adding to the house and built an upstairs' to the house for another room. When he started that he had to go somewhat into the attic and that is when he found a box that had things in there for a babyshower for a girl that was never used. About 4 years after that my two brothers where in the upstairs that my father built and was laying in there beds asleep when they both were awakened by this woman screaming and then the scream went into a growl. They said that the both asked each other if they heard that and they both said yes and just pulled the blankets over their heads and went back to bed. My parents still live there and still see the little girl once in awhile and sometimes she has on this old Southern Bell dress. My mother recently was waling to the bathroom and thought that it was smoke from where everyone was smoking in the house that was in the diningroom and she came downstairs and said that she had to leave right then and there that it was not smoke that she had walked through that it must have been a spirit. She said that when she walked through it she felt like she was as light as a feather.  Since then I have married and moved out and bought a house of my own and I have seen this old man in my house. I don't see him all of the time but I know when he is there I smell maple syrup and it is very strong smelling. I grew up with ghost always in my life for as long as I can remember.

My Grandfather

By: ArtzWitch1489@aol.com

Last Summer, my Grandfather died after a battle with Lukemia in  Norfolk, Virginia. My cousins came into town that day to mourn, when we were driving away from his house,  we looked at the front porch for  a last look at where he used to wave to us goodbye from across the street. He was standing at there, waving back at me totally smiling. i asked my cousin if she saw him and she said i was seeing things, i looked back and he was still there, then he vanished in a white haze. sometimes i would go back into his office, where he used to keep everything special. it would get cold all of a sudden, and then warm again,  things would move from their shelf. eventuallly the room was taken down for remoddeling, the wall was was removed and his things were put in storage i think. i havent felt anything since. the last thing i remeber is that i heard from my dad that he had said he wouldent get to see me before he died,  mabey thats why he showed himself to me, i dont know, thank you.
 

By: tmd2729@yahoo.com

 I have a story for you.  There is a place in Malden, Massachusettes that is haunted
 learning from expierencies. Which happened to me.  When i was little me and my cousin were talking on my grandmothers extra bed in the extra room laying down on the bed chit chatting when all of a sudden the bed pushed up and no one was underneath it we were little and stupid thinking it was my uncle and her dad so we yelled at them but realizing it just recently that noone could push up would that is how stupid we were and we looked underneath the bed and noone was there in the room just us two. And my grandma lives in the newland street projects on sammett st. she also saw a little girl standing in the doorway between the livingroom and the kitchen wearing white with long brown hair.  My uncle had something happen to him to so did my mom and aunts because they lived there . My grandma lived there for along time before i was born. i basically was there all the time.
 

By: ITAARPER@aol.com

Maybe this is a ghost story, maybe it's not.. You be the judge.. I know it sure freaked me out.. I was driving to town late one night taking my usual backroad to avoid all the traffic.. I have been on this road many times before, nothing strange had ever happened to me before.  I was driving along and all of the sudden i saw a bright light in the middle of the road, I slowed down thinking it was a flashlight, maybe someone was walking or something.  As I got close I saw there was nothing there, my car drove through the light, as it did I felt chills go through my body, all the way to town, I felt so strange, so uneasy,  I even speeded up so I could hurry and make it to town.  So I could get out of my car.  I made it to the store, the minute I got out of my car I felt normal.  I did my shopping, got back in my car, never thinking about what had happened before, everything was fine, I felt normal,  that is , until I made it back to turn off on my usual country road.  As I turned onto the country road , I felt the same chilly feeling again, I looked in my rearview mirror and I swear I saw a mans figure looking back at me, I slammed on breaks, turned around and nothing was there. I even cut on the inside car light, but still nothing.  I was feeling so freaky, I can't explain it.  I continued to drive home, I made it back to the same spot where I had first seen the light in the road.  As I approached the place I slowed down to look, I saw nothing, but I started to feel "not" so uneasy.  It was kinda like something, had just took a ride with me for awhile..  I don't know, but I will tell you this, I sure haven't been on that road again for a late night drive to town.
 

Knok

By: peekski@amtelecom.net

My mom and her 2 friends were driving down the back roads at night coming home from a walk. My mom was driving my grandpa's used bronco.  When all of a sudden she herd knocks doing least 60 km an hour. My mom and her 2 friends said it sounded like someone was trying to get in. The knocking was hard. It was freaky.
 

By: jjecp@hotmail.com

   Hello Tina  I would love for u to put my story in shadowlands. It
happened in Los Angeles California at my house and use my other name Monica.
Now I understand the diffrent meanings on ghosts, etc, I was sort of
confussed about it, I have never been through something like this before and
yes my situation was a haunting. Before I start let me explain alittle bit
about my husband Rob, ever since he was a young boy he could see spirits he
said it runs in his family his sister Irina sees the dead also. He can speak
to them and they speak to him. Lot of times when he feels there presences he
gets goose bumps, cold or even his bones start hurting real bad.
     Ok, here it goes, it all started this year about march or april. my
husband was asleep I was in the living room watching tv about 10pm, when my
husband got up walked in the living room sat on the couch and started having
a conversation with noone, he was asking about his dead grandma and aunt and
talking about me and so on then he turns around and says" hi nice to meet u
Nancy, i have seen u somewhere i just dont remember where I seen u" you are
so beautiful. then he said" Oh yes now I remember I seen u on the highway to
Las Vegas" after that some other person came it was a young man by the name
of johnathan he came to call the other one because he was needed. Then my
husband went to the room and went into bed, so I followed him and woke him
up and asked who was he talking to and he said noone why, I said u were so
he remembered  and told me. I told him to describe the person he was talking
to he discribed my dad from head to toe, keep in mind my husband had never
met my dad, he died about 6 years ago. Then I asked him who nancy was and he
yelled at me " how do u know about her" I said u were talking to her, and
thats when he said on the las vegas highway he and some friends were driving
when they see this pretty young women walking along the highway so they
pulled over to ask her if she wanted a ride she turned around to them and
said no thank you turned and vanished.
    Another time was about a few months ago when ca nights were still cold
to where you need to sleep with a heater on, well me my husband and baby
were sound asleep when we hear his closed door open little by little sort of
like creaking then all of a sudden his duffle bag was thrown out onto the
floor it made a BIG BOOM SOUND, we both jumped up so high, the next morning
I asked him where was the bag and he said it was on the bottom where his
shoes are, now I thought it was on the top shelve cause thats how it sort of
sounded but it was not and one more thing it flew by the crib which was 10
ft way from the closet.
     My husband kept having restless nights because they would bother him at
night, then it started through out the day. Diffrent ones each night was bug
him.  In may and in june 03, I would be alone in the house and as soon as I
enter my husbands office his floor lamp would turn on by itself.
     So we both were affected by all of this so thats when I decided to call
the paranoral people and explaim whats going on in my house so they made an
appt and came over in june, and when they came with there equipment they
started getting readings and one other lady was taking picture with a
digital camera and orbs would show up, about 7 pm my husband gets this bad
headache and starts holding his head and says stop im tired of this then he
sits on my rocking chair and all of a sudden he is stiff with his eyes huge
with no expression on his face, well he was channeling the spirits, they
were going into his body and speaking through him.
   The following sat after that they came back but this time with a pshyic,
and thats how we found out about the vortex in our bedroom and about the
little girl in our bedroom she said the girl looked between 7 and 8 by the
looks of her dress it was about the 60-70's she has pony tails and that she
is attracted to my middle child who is a girl and about 7 she wants to play
with her because she is lonely.
And the pshyic did say that the girl never lived here or even died here she
is just attached to this room and my husband,  its not a puppy love but a
father type. My husband says she wakes him up when noises are heard outside
he warns him and even saved his life. The little girl wanted my husband to
adopt her and he said he cant do that she even asked if our baby was her
little sister.   The pshyic had a talk with the little girl and told her she
can send her to the light if she wanted to.  she also had a talk with the
guy dave who loved to bug us.

Hallway Apparition

By: shanebungay@hotmail.com

My Grandparents dont believe this story but they werent home.....
I was home alone one night about 2 years ago,watching Tv in my room when I heard sounds like walking in the attic. Curious, I stepped out into the hallway. The light was on in the kitchen but the hallway was dark. I looked out into the hall and was scared out of my wits at what I saw. Halfway down the hall I saw the spirit of an older man with a suit and hat. All I saw was the back of him as he walked down the hallway and disappeared. I told this to my grandparents. They told me they used to look after an old man who liked to tease and carry on. The next night I was alone I heard more footsteps and what sounded like laughing. My grandparents insist im just hearing things But I know what I heard. I havent seen the hallway apparition since but I do sometimes still hear noises in the attic and basement.
 

By:mb004b0805@blueyonder.co.uk
 
 

I had just woken up one night, and it must have been about 2 in the morning. I was still really drowsy so I'm not sure if I imagined it, but when I turned over and looked towards my door I saw a dark figure standing there. Because it was right next to my door it was like it was guarding it so I couldn't get out. I've never been so scared in my life. I kept blinking hoping it would go away, but it didn't, so I pulled the bed covers over my head and screamed as loud as I could! lol, I bet I woke the whole of my street up. Then my parents came running in, and it had vanished. Whether it was a ghost or not I don't know, but I do know that it was terrifying!

Dealings with Ghosts

By: secndtwilight20@optonline.net

Hello! My name is Maryalice, and I'd just like to share my ghost
experiences with you.
Over the summer, I enjoy staying up until all hours of the night just
occupying myself with various things, such as painting, writing, and
reading. About two summers ago, I was sitting in what we call the Den. If
you sit on the far right end of the large couch, you can see straight down
the hallway and into one of the bedrooms. I was sitting there when I looked
up to see a figure dash from the front door into the kitchen. It was a
girl, probably about eighteen or nineteen who was dressed in this navy blue
gown. The style reminded me of the Titanic, so I figure from about the
1920's or so. She had dirty blonde/light brown hair that was pulled up on
top of her head. I went into the kitchen but nothing was there.
On a separate night in the same summer, I was going to bed and walking down
the hallway when I saw this extremely bright blue light glowing outside of
the main bedroom at the end of the hallway (the one that is visible from
the Den). I stood motionless for a minute and then finally turned on the
hallway light to see what it was. It disappeared and didn't return even
after I turned off the light again.
My Aunt has just recently gone into the hospital. She had been sick for a
little over a year, and had recovered from cancer through it all. On late
nights when I would be downstairs on the computer and she'd be in the Den,
she would have this hand-rung bell that she would ring if she needed my
help. A few days after she was taken into the hospital, I was sitting in
the Den and watching the TV when I heard her bell ringing distinctly from
her room. I got nervous, thinking perhaps my grandmother, her sister, was
ringing it because something was wrong. I ran down the hall to find my
grandmother sleeping and the ringing subsided. Then, a few nights after
that, I was sitting in my basement on the computer. At about 1:00 AM I
heard the ringing again, but this time it was far away. So, once again, I
made a dash up the stairs and to where my grandmother was but the ringing
stopped. When I told my sister, she believed that my aunt was dreaming of
being home and ringing the bell, which is why I heard it.
When it is extremely quiet I can hear the distant voices of children and a
man. The children are often on either side of me, whispering and laughing.
The man is harder to understand. It always sounds like he's telling the
children to do something, but I can never understand what he's saying. The
children also talk, but I can never understand what they're saying either.
I just hear their laughter and muffled whispers. My sister also hears
voices such as these, but she can actually understand what they're saying.
I just thought I would give my input and my dealings with ghosts. Most of
my family, almost all, don't believe in a word I say and tell me it's my
imagination. My sister believes me, though, and she's the one who sent me
your site. I'm just glad I'm not the only one who has dealings with ghosts!

An Unseen Presence

By: plturner2@insightbb.com

    This is perhaps an unremarkable ghost story and I'm still not sure
exactly who or what it was.  But it did happen to me.
    My husband's first wife passed away June 2003.  She had lived in
Louisville's West End, while my husband and I lived in the South End.
 Their son was staying at the house to watch over it until the estate
could be settled.  After her death, he mentioned that at night he would
often hear the television, even though he hadn't turned it on.
    One evening we took S. home after an afternoon visit.  It was dark
and the street was quiet.  Across the street from the house was an
abandoned cemetery, now overgrown with man-high grass and weeds.
    I was standing by the side of the car, watching S. go to the back
gate.  Suddenly, I felt something push against my side.  It wasn't a
shove nor was it a mere brush.  Whoever or whatever touched me wanted to
make its presence known.  At first I thought it was S. but he had
already gone into the back yard.  Then I thought it might be one of his
dogs, but none had come outside.  Could it be my husband or daughter?
 No.  They had been on the other side of the car all that time.
    I didn't feel the presence again, but I won't forget it either.  My
husband thinks it was the ghost of his ex-wife.  I wonder if it wasn't a
spirit from across the street -- unhappy with the conditions of that
ancient,  abandoned cemetery.

The Boyd House

By:angel42773@msn.com

I saw this site and could not resist sharing some of the paranormal experiences that I had growing up in the 250 year old Boyd House. As if being 250 years old isn't enough to provide plenty of ghost stories, there was also a cemetary about 500 feet from the house.
My whole family has had experiences in this house and I would like to relate a few of them. The first happened to my step-father while the rest of the family wasn't home. He was down in the basement working on the furnace and heard someone walking around upstairs. Thinking that we had come home, he came upstairs to talk to my mother only to find that nobody was there. He no sooner got back to the basement and the footsteps started again.
The next event happened to my little sister. My parents had gone out one night and my other sister and I were at my father's house leaving my youngest sister at the house by herself. She was taking a bath and thought that she heard footsteps in the kitchen. She got out of the bathtub and walked into the kitchen to see who was there and all she found was our cat staring at an empty space in front of the cupboard with her back all raised up. My sister got scared and called me at my father's. While we were on the phone she thought she saw a car pull up and a couple seconds later, I heard someone knock on the door over the phone. She looked out the window and said she had to go because our grandmother was there. We hung up, but she called right back to tell me that when she opened the door, nobody was there. I called my grandmother and she had never left home. Not to mention that it took a good 15 minutes to get from our house to her's and this all took place in about 3 minutes time.
The next event took place while we were off school one day because of the snow. Our parent's were at work and we were in the living room watching TV when I saw someone walk past the window on the side of the house. I could see him clearly. He was a man of about 35 years of age. He had a full beard and moustache and was wearing a black/red flannel jacket with jeans and heavy work boots. I walked outside to ask him what he was doing there and saw him going into the woods behind our house. I thought maybe he was a hunter so I went after him to tell him that we didn't allow hunting on our property and he disappeared at the edge of the woods. I should tell you now that the cemetary is about 20 feet from where he disappeared. There were no footprints in the snow beyond where I saw him either.
Over the next several years, I moved away, got married and started having my children. During this time, things continued to happen to my mother and sisters. One thing in particular was the voice that they would hear outside. Always after dark and always when they were alone. Just all of a sudden they would hear a voice clearly telling them to "hurry, get back in the house!" and it was coming from right beside them, with no presence to go along with the voice.
The last two events that took place in the house that I know of involved me. My husband was in the Navy and had been stationed on a ship that was going overseas for 6 months. Not wanting me alone with a new baby, he sent me home to stay with my mother while he was gone.  While there, my 2 year old daughter and I slept on the pull-out bed on the couch. It was around 2 am and I was watching a movie when my youngest sister's boyfriend came downstairs to leave and said he was glad to see that my daughter had made it back to bed. I asked him what he was talking about and he said that he had heard someone coming up the stairs a while before that. My sister's full length mirror was positioned so that you could see the stairs from her bed and when he looked in the mirror to see who it was, he said it was my daughter and he told her to go back downstairs with me. The thing is, I was laying right beside my daughter the whole time and she never moved. Also, the stairs are in the living room and I never heard any footsteps on the stairs and nobody else went up or down the steps.
The last thing that happened to me was while I was visiting my mother at the end of summer. At the time, we lived in Indiana and we had come to visit for the weekend. I was 8 months pregnant with my fourth child and on the day that we were scheduled to leave I got up early to pack our stuff for the drive home. I stepped down onto the first step to go downstairs and felt hands on the back of my ankles. Before I could grab the bannister, the hands pushed forward and down I went. I fell the whole way to the bottom. I broke three bones and was quite sore for awhile, but remarkably, the baby was uninjured.
Since then, my sister's have both moved out and started their own lives and my mother and step-father are divorced now. My step-father still lives in the house, but hasn't had any other experiences. I think maybe it was just us girls. My husband always said that my family was weird anyhow because we only have female children and the women in my family are very domineering over men. Maybe the ghost is a man and decided to teach us a lesson.By the way, the uninjured child that I was carrying was a boy.

By: ytwich@hotmail.com

I lived in a haunted house for 13 years and to be honest I was so young when we moved in I had no idea anything abnormal was happening.
Every night when I would go to bed as soon as the lights would go out I would wait for this strange light which used to hover in the corner of my room just below the ceiling it was about a foot in wide and could have not been coming from anywhere.
One morning when I was about 7 I woke up and looked straight at my wardrobe doors as I did this they slammed shut with such force that I just about stopped breathing , then about 3 seconds (which felt more like 3 hours) they clicked as they locked themselves.
From that day on strange bad smells would appear and disappear, lights would go on and off and doors would casually open then shut as something would enter the room.
These are just a few of the things we experienced in that house.-
 

By: johnsdaughter@msn.com

I live only 50 ft away from the  old stoco jr highschool in west Virginia Raleigh county  I have attended the school before it was closed down and I can defiantly say there is something going on in their from personal experience I have heard growling sounds coming out of the wall that is made out of brick it scared the crap out of me and one night me and my grandmother was coming home from church and it was around 11:00 pm and I looked up at the old school and seen a basket ball hitting the window now the school was closed down and know one was their  I went up their to look to see what was going on and know one was their  just the basketball hitting the window and bouncing off the bleachers like someone was throwing it but know one was their when I was around 7 years old and the school was opened I had went to the restroom which was in the basement of the school while I was in the bathroom I was alone I heard foot steps begin to walk and the