By: Ktbug91368@aol.com
 
hi my name is katy i live in central texas. ive had plenty of expierences with "ghosts" but it stopped when i was 13 untill recentally my brother got kicked out of our house, before christmas of 2003. when he got kicked out he thought to take his dog, max with him (knowing it would make dad mad) he didnt move far from us, he was liveing with some friends, new years of 2003 they were shooting fireworks off and max (who was always afraid of fireworks) ran off, and they havnt seen him sence. Jan. 2 i came home late and i was walking into the gate and i looked on the porch and i saw max, he was sitting were he always sat and then i got this feeling somthing was wrong, i turned around to close the gate and when i turned back around max was gone. i know i wasnt imagineing it because i saw him i stoped and looked right at him and he just sat there, ive asked my brother if he's seen max and he says no, i think max was letting me know he was ok and yesterday our other dog died she was a very old golden retreaver (max was also a golden retreaver) she couldnt walk anymore and when i came home yesterday she was gone. im happy she doesnt have to suffer anymore, and im kinda at peace knowing her and max are togeather again.  thank you for taking time and reading my story.

My 1st haunted stay at the Jefferson Hotel (Jefferson, Texas)

By: anonymous
 
 
First of all, I would like to give you permission to put my true life ghostly experience on your website for all to view.  I, like you, have an extreme interest in the research of ghosts and the paranormal energies that surround us.  I have always had a belief in ghosts, but only had a few things happen to me in my life to confirm my belief.  My name is Daniel, you can post my name as being the author of my story.  We reside in San Antonio, Texas which has its share of the paranormal/ghostly world.  I do not wish my email address to be published on your website because I do not want to acquire any spam.  We are going back to the Jefferson Hotel in about four weeks.  I will be taking my Sony digital camcorder, digital camera, and a good tape recorder with us this time to capture something on tape.  I feel that I will indeed come back this time with good researched evidence of the spirits in this hotel.  I have enjoyed reading your website and of your explanations.  I too have the same perspective of ghosts and how they exist in our physical dimension world.  Here is my true ghostly story below:
My story begins in that my belief was finally confirmed on a trip that my wife and I took to the Jefferson Hotel in Jefferson, Texas in September 2003.  This town is very unique and small and has a very historical feel to it.  Every building has a historical marker dating back to the 1800's.  The town has a sprawling history dating back to the 1800's when steamboat travel was very popular off the Mississippi River in to the bayou and one of the main means of transportation at the time.  The town also has the reputation of being one of the most haunted towns in Texas and the United States.  We really did not know anything about Jefferson, but were told through an acquaintance that the hotel and town had a haunted history.  I really wanted to confirm my belief and acquire good evidence of the paranormal spirit world.  I have always believed that ghosts are indeed spirits or entities of people who for some reason have not passed to the other side.  That they are stuck in limbo between the physical dimension world that we live in our physical state and the spiritual world that we pass on to.  We traveled from San Antonio, Texas to the Jefferson Hotel which is about a 440 mile trip.  We arrived on a Friday afternoon and planned on staying 3 days/nights.  We had booked 3 different rooms in the hotel that were rumored to be very haunted.  All of these rooms had recent paranormal activity in them.  The hotel was very plain looking from the outside, but the inside was very exquisite due to the way they had decorated with many antique pieces of furniture spread around the hotel.  All the rooms are decorated differently to where you feel you are in another hotel.  The hotel has I believe 23 rooms that you can stay in, and about half of those are rumored to be haunted by spirits.  I had heard a story that a psychic had once ventured into the hotel and said that there were seven spirits in the hotel.  For our first night, we stayed in room 6.  The room was very quaint and had a queen-size bed in it along with an antique tub that stood by itself in the bathroom.  At first nothing happened which dampened my hopes, but then at 11:30 pm things started to happen.  However, they only happened to myself.  We were lying in bed with the lights off and the television on.  The television was located on a dresser at the foot of the bed facing us.  I was lying on the side of the bed closest to the one window in the room.  There was enough distance between the bed and wall for someone to walk.  I had my exposed right arm resting along my side and slightly off the side of the bed.  Suddenly, something began to pull the hairs on my arm.  I felt an electrical sensation such as that when you acquire static electricity.  I looked down in disbelief but I could not see anything.  I then nudged my wife and told her what was happening to me.  She started to laugh thinking that I was trying to scare her or something.  Just then while she was talking, I felt a small woman or girl's hand and fingers drag itself all the way up my arm from the tip of my fingers to almost my shoulder.  It felt like a woman because it was a small hand.  This really got my attention.  I then jumped out of bed telling my wife what had just happened.  She of course could not feel or see anything and thought I was making up the whole situation.  I then had the feeling that someone was standing in the corner between the bed and wall staring at us.  I had the distinct feeling that the ghost was a woman or a girl because it seemed to be small and unobtrusive.  This lasted for about five minutes and then it stopped with me no longer having the feeling that the ghost was in the room with us.  I remember it upset me that my wife was not encountering anything.  Nothing else happened that night even though I had expected it to.  The next morning we moved across the hall to room 12 which had a very grandiose king-size poster bed in it.  The room also was quite larger than room 6.  I really was waiting for the opportunity for something to happen so that I could look at researching it more.  I have to admit that I had been slightly alarmed from my experience in room 6.  Well, nothing happened in room 12, but something did later happen that night in the hallway just outside.  I had become bored watching television with my wife and decided to go out into the hallway around 1:00 am that night.  I ended up sitting in an antique couch that is at the end of the hallway pushed up against a door that goes out onto the front balcony.  The hotel was working on the balcony and had locked the door and pushed the couch up against it to block the door.  The door had a glass pane that covered approximately the top half of the door enabling a person to be able to stare outside into the main street or the buildings across the street.  Well, the street was very dark and there was no activity at all in the street.  It was very quiet at the time.  I kept hearing noises in the hallway every time I looked down or away.  It was strange that noises would happen only if I was not directly staring down the hallway at the time.  The hotel is very long front to back and narrower in width.  At one point, I heard a noise down the hallway and looked down with nothing happening or being seen.  Then I heard a noise outside and looked to again see nothing.  I then heard the noise down the hallway again and turned to look.  When I did this, something then knocked on the glass behind me with 3 taps suddenly.  I admit that I jumped about 3 feet because it startled me so badly.  When I turned around to look, there was nothing there.  I walked back to the window in the door and looked out again.  Again, I did not see anything at all.  I then went to get my wife and told her to sit in the couch a few minutes to see if anything would happen.  Of course, she came back in after about 10 minutes and told me that nothing happened to her.  This again was very frustrating to me because I began to think that the spirits were only trying to communicate with me.  Nothing else happened that night and we went to bed.  The next day we moved into room 19 which is rumored to be one of the most haunted rooms in the hotel.  The maids were in the hallway as I walked down to put our bags in the room.  Room 19 sits on the upstairs hallway all the way to the rear on the left side of the hallway.  The maids began to tell me the story of room 19.  They said that a blond lady spirit haunts the room and that the bathroom is haunted.  When a person goes into the bathroom, you are supposed to run the hot water in the bathtub and sink at the same time and then close the door and turn out the light.  The spirits are supposed to turn off the water sometimes and you are supposed to be able to see words in the mirror when you go back in and turn on the light.  As the maids were telling me this story in the hallway, a woman suddenly stepped out of one of the rooms adjacent to room 19.  This woman began to tell me that her friend had stayed in room 19 the previous night and that they had brought a Ouija board with them.  She told me they had been trying to summon the spirits of the hotel.  They had asked the board if there was a spirit that haunts the room and what the spirit's name was.  She said that the board told them that yes there was a spirit and the spirit's name was Laura which it had spelled out.  When the board had stopped, the woman's friend had been lying on her stomach on the bed watching the other two people on the floor do the board when something suddenly grabbed her exposed legs from behind and pinned her down to the bed for a few seconds.  The woman had not been able to move and was terrified by this.  Later that night, the woman had grabbed her pillow and blanket and went downstairs to spend the rest of the night with the desk clerk that was there all night.  Apparently, other things happened to the woman in the room to make her want to do this from what the woman explained to me.  This really got my attention and I could not wait to conduct our research of room 19.  We also were the only guests in the hotel that night and the desk clerk went home around 9:00 pm.  My wife and I ended up doing the bathroom thing right away.  When we first went into the bathroom, there was nothing in the mirror over the sink and the bathroom was very clean.  I then turned on the hot water in the tub and sink, turned off the light and closed the door.  Well, the water never quit running and after about 3 or 4 minutes, I went back into the bathroom and turned on the light.  My eyes were in amazement at the words that had suddenly appeared in the mirror.  The mirror had been steamed up by the hot water, but the words were very clear in a sort of film on the mirror.  The words read Help Judy Help and the word murder was written backwards in the mirror on the bottom.  At first I thought this was joke, and I had my wife come in and smear the film on the mirror with her fingernails to where it was literally smeared all over the mirror.  I felt that if there was some kind of chemical on the mirror that it would be smeared the next time we did the experiment.  Again, I went through the process and again the water never shut off or anything while we waited.  When I went back in, I was truly amazed.  The words appeared in the mirror exactly as they had appeared before without any distortion at all.  This really freaked us out and I really had the feeling something paranormal was taking place there in that room.  We had decided to stay up late into the night since we would be alone in the hotel that night.  We asked the desk clerk to unlock most of the rooms in the hotel so that we could walk into any of them should we hear or see something.  The desk clerk did this and we followed around as she did it.  When she got to room 6, the room we stayed in on the first night, she put the master key in the lock and unlocked the door.  She then began to push on the door and it would not open or budge.  I was standing about 15 feet behind her watching her as she pushed on the door and got a scared look on her face.  She said "Oh no, not again"  I then began to walk towards her and ask what was wrong.  When I got up to her, the door suddenly opened.  We all stared at the open door in disbelief.  I then walked into the room, but I saw nothing or felt anything out of the normal.  The desk clerk then left shortly after that.  My wife and I decided around 1 am to sit in a couch in the middle of the upstairs hallway and wait for things to happen.  Of course nothing did, since we were sitting there prepared for anything.  I then got up and decided to go downstairs to the lobby.  When I was in the lobby, I had the distinct impression of being watched by more than one person and I kept turning around to look expecting someone to be standing there.  I got this really weird feeling and I decided to go back upstairs.  When I got upstairs, I decided to go into room 14 which has a bed rumored to be haunted in it.  This is a queen-size bed with a ornate, sculptured wood headboard that goes almost to the ceiling.  The bed actually is kind of spooky the more you looked at it.  I did not turn on the light when I went in because the hallway light was bright enough under the door for me to see.  When I got into the room, I immediately got a chill from the room.  Something then seemed to draw me to the bed.  For some reason, I went and sat down on the edge of the bed.  Nothing at first happened, but then the bed suddenly began going up and down as if someone were pushing on the mattress underneath me.  It felt like the mattress were breathing as if a person were lying on the bed breathing heavily.  This really alarmed me because beds are not supposed to do this per the realm of science.  I asked that my wife come in the room and sit on the bed.  I remember my wife saying when she entered the room how cold it was.  She did lie down on the bed and said that it really was cold on the bed, but she did not feel anything.  She did not lie there that long.  We both went back outside in the hallway.  I had the feeling that spirits were around us watching us even though nothing else happened that night.  The next morning, I got up around 9 am before my wife did.  I ended up sitting in the rocking chair in the room.  I started to read a journal of other people's experiences in the rooms of the hotel.  The hotel lends this to patrons if you are interested in seeing what other people have seen.  I decided to do the bathroom test one more time for old time's sake to see if anything else would happen.  I went in and did the same thing.  At first nothing happened, but then when I sat back in the rocking chair, I could hear physically the water faucets turn off slowly on both the bathtub and sink.  I then waited to see if I could hear anything else.  There was this very eerie silence in the room except for the breathing of my sleeping wife in bed.  Suddenly, a woman's voice began to moan over and over the words "oh" which sounded like a broken record repeating itself over and over.  This did not sound sexual either as some people may think in reading this.  It actually sounded very sad and it was not very fast.  This sound/voice was kind of loud but it did not wake my wife.  I was too startled at the time to wake my wife.  My curiosity was in trying to figure exactly where the sound was originating.  I looked around the room in all directions, and finally decided the noise was coming from behind the window shade by the window.  I walked over and the noise did seem to get louder there.  As I stood by the window, the sound seemed to be coming from behind the shade between the shade and the closed window.  The sun was shining outside, but since we had the shaded pulled down, the room was kind of dark and gloomy with only one light on.  I then reached for the shade and pulled it back.  When I did this, the sun then entered the room.  As this happened, the water faucets suddenly turned again and the water came back on in the bathroom.  The woman's voice also suddenly stopped.  I then walked over to the bathroom in disbelief at what had just happened.  I looked in the bathroom, and it was very cold in there with the same steamy words in the mirror.  I then went back to my wife and woke her up screaming what had just happened.  Again, she looked at me in shock and disbelief.  I was indeed very frustrated that I had not woke her up to hear what I had heard.  It definitely would have gotten her attention.  About a half hour later, we were getting our stuff together to leave.  My wife was in the bathroom and I was putting my contact lenses in using the mirror in the room.  I remember having all sorts of problems trying to do this because something kept knocked the lens off my finger.  My wife screamed "look" and I turned around.  The light was swinging back and forth from the ceiling as if someone had grabbed it and swung it.  My wife was so happy that she had finally experienced something.  My wife had also asked the spirit earlier when we got into room 19, if it would swing the light at some time to acknowledge its presence in the room and that the female spirit knew we were there.  The spirit had answered our request.

My Best Friend

By: settle_kitty@hotmail.com

When I was 7 my step dad gave me a dog and I named him blacky. He was my best friend every night hed walk to my room to check on me to see if I was alright. A year later he got ran over by a car and he died the next day. For weeks I cried, I missed him so much. Then I got over him the next year. In 2003 I woke up one night from a bad dream so I went to grab a glass of water. When I went back to my bedroom door I saw a black tail pass me and I freaked out. The next morning I told my mum. But she didn't believe me. The next day my best friend came over and she has the sixth sense. When she walked into my room she felt cold  it was 37 degrees outside. That night I went to get water and I saw the tail again. But then I remembered Blacky. So I thought maybe he's back to look after me. Now every night I see blacky and I go straight to sleep because I know he's here to protect me. Thank-you

STRANGE HAPPENINGS
 

By: Charlotte696@aol.com
 

GROWING UP STRANGE STORIES OFTEN CIRCULATED IN OUR HOUSE. OFTEN THINGS THAT MYSELF OR MY SIBLINGS DIDN’T DO GOT BLAMED ON THE FAMILY GHOST.
WHEN I WAS 8 YEARS OLD THE FAMILY MOVED IN TO A OLD FARM HOUSE. ONE NIGHT I REMEMBER LYING I  BED LISTENING TO WHAT SOUNDED LIKE SOMEONE WALKING AROUND IN THE LOFT ABOVE. THE FOOTSTEP'S SUDDENLY STOPPED AND WERE THEN FOLLOWED BY A LOUD BANG THAT SOUNDED LIKE A CHAIR BEING KNOCKED OVER. WHAT FOLLOWED NEXT CHILLED ME TO THE BONE. IT WAS A WARM SUMMER NIGHT AND NO BREEZE COOLED ME IN BED.
AFTER THE BANG I LAY IN SILENCE TO SCARED TO MOVE. THEN QUIETLY OUT OF THE SILENCE A LOW CREAKING NOISE BEGAN. IT SOUNDED JUST LIKE A ROPE RUBBING AGAINST THE OLD BEAMS IN THE ROOF. I DON’T REMEMBER FALLING ASLEEP BUT IN THE MORNING I TOLD MY MOTHER ALL THAT I HAD HEARD. STOPPING ME HALF WAY THROUGH SHE FINISHED MY STORY FOR ME. SHE HAD HEARD IT ALL TO. AT LEAST I KNEW IT WASN’T MY IMAGINATION.
IT WAS ABOUT A YEAR AFTER WE FIRST MOVED IN THAT MY ELDER BROTHER INTRODUCED US TO HIS GIRLFRIEND. IT TURNED OUT THAT HER GRANDFATHER WAS A DOCTOR BEFORE HE DIED. THE PEOPLE THAT LIVED IN THE HOUSE BEFORE THE PEOPLE THAT WE BOUGHT OFF WERE HIS PATIENTS. THE PATIENTS IN QUESTION WERE A FAMILY OF THREE. MOTHER, FATHER AND SON. THE SON HAVING LOST BOTH HIS PARENTS TO ILLNESS IN ONE YEAR TOOK HIS OWN LIFE. HE HUNG HIMSELF. IN THE LOFT. OTHER SUCH THINGS FOLLOWED AT THE FARM HOUSE. MY HAIR BRUSH WOULD OFTEN DISAPPEAR ONLY TO REAPPEAR DAYS LATER IN THE PLANT POT IN THE HALL. MY CD PLAYER WOULD OFTEN TURN ITSELF ON AND OFF AT THE PLUG SOCKET AND MANY A TIME I’D LEAVE MY BEDROOM ONLY TO RETURN TO FIND MY WARDROBE (CLOSET)  DOORS OPEN. ON OTHER OCCASIONS I’D LEAVE THEM OPEN ONLY TO FIND THEM CLOSED WHEN I RETURNED.
ANOTHER NIGHT MY MOTHER WAS WOKEN IN HER SLEEP BY THE SOUND AS WHAT SHE COULD ONLY DESCRIBE AS SOMEONE DROPPING PEBBLES AT THE SIDE OF HER BED. TURNING ON THE LIGHT SHE SAW NOTHING BUT THE SOUND CONTINUED.
ONE OF THE BEST THINGS THAT HAPPENED TO ME IN THAT HOUSE TOOK PLACE IN THE STUDY. ONE DAY HELPING MY MUM WITH THE HOUSE WORK I WAS DUSTING AWAY THROUGH THE MANY PHOTO FRAMES THAT ADORNED THE LEATHER DESK AND WINDOWSILLS. TWO PHOTOS IN PARTICULAR WERE OF MY MOTHER AS A BABY AND HER SISTER ON HER WEDDING DAY,
BOTH OF WHICH HAD STOOD NEXT TO EACH OTHER ON  ONE WINDOWSILL. THE OTHER WINDOW
WAS WHERE MY     GRANDDAD’ S ORNATE GOLD CLOCK HAD PRIDE OF PLACE.
HOWEVER, THERE IS SOMETHING I MUST TELL YOU ABOUT THIS CLOCK. FOR MANY YEARS OR AS LONG AS I CAN REMEMBER THE BACK OF THIS CLOCK WAS JAMMED. PREVENTING US FROM WINDING IT UP. HAVING BEING TAKEN OFF AT SOME POINT IT WASN’T PUT BACK RIGHT. MYSELF,BROTHERS, MOTHER AND FARTHER HAD ALL TRIED AS HARD AS WE MIGHT TO PULL FREE THE JAMMED CLOCK BACK. WE EVEN TRIED PLIERS. ON THIS DAY AS I SAID I WAS DUSTING. MOVING THE PHOTOS AROUND I THOUGHT IT NICE TO MAYBE PUT MY GRANDDAD'S CLOCK ON THE SAME WINDOW CILL AS HIS TWO DAUGHTERS. SITTING THEM TOGETHER IF YOU WILL. WHAT HAPPENED NEXT CAUSED ME TO RUN FROM THE STUDY IN WHAT CAN ONLY BE DESCRIBED AS AMAZEMENT, NOT FEAR. AS SOON AS A PLACED THE CLOCK DOWN BETWEEN THE TWO PHOTOS THE BACK FELL FREE. I LIKE TO THINK THAT IT WAS MY GRANDDAD JUST SAYING HI. ALTHOUGH IT COULD HAVE BEEN SOMEONE ELSE. PERHAPS THE HAIRBRUSH HIDER?IT WASN’T JUST AT THE FARM THAT STRANGE THINGS HAPPENED TO ME. ONE WEEKEND I WAS AWAY WITH MY PARENTS STAYING IN WALES. OUR ACCOMMODATION WAS SUM WHAT HAUNGHTING IN ITSELF. A GRAND 16 TH CENTURY FARM HOUSE. LOW BEAMED CEILING’S, LEADED WINDOW’S, STONE FLOORS AND THICK WOODED DOORS FULL OF CRACKS BIG ENOUGH TO
PEEP THROUGH. LOOKING AT IT AS WE PULLED IN TO THE LONG DRIVE MY FIRST THOUGHT WAS, “I BET IT HAUNGHTED”.LYING IN BED I WAS WATCHING THE HALL LIGHT SHINE THROUGH MY SPLINTERED DOOR. TIREDNESS TOOK HOLD AND SO I GOT UP TO TURN OF THE TV AROUND 1.00AM. RETURNING TO BED I WAS JUST NODDING OF WHEN I WAS WOKEN BY MY TV BLARING AT LOUD
VOLUME. TURNING ON THE LIGHT I STARTED MY HUNT FOR THE REMOTE THAT I MUST HAVE ROLLED ON IN MY SLEEP AND CAUGHT THE ON BUTTON. THEN MY EYES CAUGHT THE TV AND LYING ON TOP OF IT WAS THE REMOTE. FIRST THOUGHT WAS TO CHECK IF I’D TURNED IF OFF PROPERLY. YES I HAD. ID PUSHED THE MAIN POWER BUTTON. THE ONLY WAY IT COULD HAVE COME ON WAS BY PUSHING THAT POWER BUTTON AGAIN AND LET ME TELL YOU IT WASN’T ME FINGER THAT DID IT.
DASHING FROM THE ROOM I WAS MET WITH MY PARENTS BEDROOM DOOR. A FEW LOUD KNOCKS LATER AND MY MUM WAS IN BED WITH ME FOR THE REST OF THAT NIGHT. TELLING THE OWNERS LATER THAT MORNING ITS SAID THAT MANY OTHER PEOPLE HAVE WITNESSED THE SAME THING HAPPEN. IT COULD HAVE BEEN ANY OF THEIR 9 GHOST’S, SHE SAID. THANKFULLY THAT WAS OUR LAST NIGHT THERE.
IM NOT LUCKY ENOUGH TO SAY THAT I EVER SAW A GHOST BUT THERE WAS ALWAYS A FEELING OF BEING WATCHED. I CAN’T EXPLAIN EITHER WHY IT WAS ONLY MYSELF AND MY MOTHER THAT HEARD OR HAD THESE HAPPEN TO THEM. OVER TIME THESE OCCURRENCE'S BECAME PART OF LIFE. SOMETHING I GOT USED TO. I NEVER FELT THREATENED BY A PRESENCE. HOWEVER I ALWAYS THOUGHT IT MALE. BUT EVEN STILL, UP UNTIL WE MOVED HOUSE WHEN I WAS 17 I COULD NEVER WALK DOWN THE HALL IN THE DARK. THERE WAS ALWAYS SOMETHING THERE, WAITING AND WATCHING. NOW 22 AND LIVING IN OUR NEW HOUSE, NOTHING STRANGE HAS HAPPENED. HOWEVER I LIKE TO KEEP AN OPEN MIND. MY DAD DOESN’T BELIEVE. HE THINKS THAT PEOPLE THAT DO HAVE WEAK MINDS. I HOWEVER THINK ITS BECAUSE HE’S NEVER EXPERIENCED ANYTHING
LIKE I HAVE.
 

Sleep paralysis or Old hag.

By: prayersandpromises@hotmail.com
 

I just read the article on Sleep paralysis.. I too use to sleep in the
supine position and found that I would have many bouts of sleep paralysis...
I have dealt with 3 different types.
One was of the grim reaper coming into my room.  I would hear a chanting and
he would show up shortly after it started.  He was very intimidating though
he never entered into my room but would stand just out side taunting me.  I
found that thinking the Lords Prayer would get him to leave.
Another one was I never figured out, cause I found myself floating over my
children and the dog one night when we all crashed in the living room.  If
this was a hallucination, the dog was very spooked.  I could see him from
where I was by the ceiling. Feeling a force pulling me into the corner of
the room.  The dog looking up at me.  When I finally found myself back on
the floor, the dog was so freaked out it would not come to me.  Once he
realized I was ok, he came to me trembling and would not leave my side.
The other time this happened, I was sleeping on my stomach.  I could hear
people walking around and speaking though I could not make out what they
were saying.  It was very loud.  I could not move my head but from my
position could see legs of who ever were around.  I could hear doors and
cupboards slamming.  I heard someone come up the stairs and go to the
bathroom.  When I came out of this I was terrified.  I walked to the window
in a surreal state.  At that point my oldest daughter (19 years old at the
time) called up to me and asked me if it was all gone and if we were awake.
I told her I wasn't sure, she came up to talk to me.
She had been the person who came up the stairs to go to the bathroom.  When
she looked in on me she said she saw a child sitting by my head.  At first
she thought it was her baby sister, but then the child was too big to be her
sister.  So she thought it was her brother, but the child was to little to
be her brother.  She could not make out who it was.  Then she noticed that
she could not make out if this child was male or female, and finally that
the child was translucent.  She said the most beautiful blonde hair blue
eyed child she had ever seen, but see threw.  Being a bit freaked, she went
back down to her room.  She said that once downstairs, she could hear people
walking around and doors slamming and noise like there was a party happening
upstairs.
I could see this being a hallucination if I had been the only one dealing
with it, but my daughter heard the exact same as I did.  She didn't see the
people, but every thing else I felt she did too.  She saw only one child and
to this day we don't know who that child may have been.
After trying to rationalize what happened, my daughter and I spent the rest
of the night up talking about anything but this experience.  To this day she
still gets too freaked to talk about it.

Sleepover

By: sweet__strawberrie@hotmail.com

My name is Jamie. It was late May, and I was at my friend, Anna's birthday party. It was a sleepover. Around, 5 or 6 giggling girls showed up for a night of pizza and movies. Although we were all excited and jumpy from eating pizza and consuming vast amounts of pop and ice cream, I decided I would turn in, as I was really tired, and they were watching a movie I didn't enjoy much. They were all in the TV room, just down the hall and to the right from where I had set my sleeping bag in the Family room. The floor was hard, and I was uncormfortable, but I tried my best to drift off. I was closest to the dining room, which was an extension to the family room and ended in a dead end. I had stretched myself right  in front of the entrance, so there was no possible way anyone could get into or out of the dining room without stepping over me. Also, once they had stepped past me, there was no way out again, without stepping over me a second time. I sat up for a moment, because I thought I had heard someone breathing. I looked around the room, but it was empty. Across the hall, the basement door was slightly ajar, and I heard my friends laughing and talking in the TV room. I sighed and lay back down, finally able to close my eyes. I awoke, only minutes later, to a thud in the room. It sounded as though some one with heavy boots was deliberatly stomping on the floor towards me. I assumed it was Anna, or one of the other girls, trying to scare me. I heard them stomp to the edge of my sleeping bag, and step over me. Whoever it was, they were clumsy, because they stepped on my arm and a few strands of my hair, casuing my to wince in pain. I heard the boots stomp to the corner of the Dead-end dining room, and stop. As I said before, there was no way a person could go into the dining room, and then step back out without having to walk over me. And judging by the person's boots, they would make a lot of noise doing so. I opened my eyes, and was startled. No one was in the dining room, behind the table or under the chairs. In fact, the whole Living room area was empty and silent, except for my heavy breathing. At that, I picked up my pillow and bolted towards the TV room where my friends had fallen fast asleep, the movie credits rolling by, lighting the room a faint blue. I lay down, far as I could from the hallway, and after stealing a blanket from a sleeping Anna, fell asleep.
 

By: superrama_show@hotmail.com

This story is my father’s story happened about 40 years ago. He’s not a big hero in this story, just one of the witnesses of maybe the most shocking and clear appirition(do i spell it right?) that ever happened in this world.
The location is a village called SARIK in West Sumatra, Indonesia. If you accidentally bump an Indonesian he/she might not know this valley because of it’s remoteness. The village lay beside mount Barisan(in the mount’s valley).. Sarik can only be reached after a couple hours of  a  4-wheel-drive-car ride if you don’t wish to walk a shorter pass-through path through woods and rivers. Now, after most of the next-generation(including my family) moved to Jakarta to seek for better life, this village, my home-land, looks like a dead-village, only be lived-in if all the dwellers come home together(pulang basamo’) in a wave from big cities in Indonesia.
My father told me that appirition is not a very un-ussual things that can be happened in this village. People are ready to be scared at anytime. My father half jokingly said that i can meet my great-grand-parent if i walk in the right time at the right street in the right night. He said that some of the first generation of the villager sometimes appeared like people who don’ know they’re dead yet, calling their families(ask them to ‘sit and talk for a while’), who maybe came home too late, when they pass a road in the night. So this great appirition had to be something ussual for the villagers, right? Yep. But that time they didn’t just close their eyes and walk faster while praying to God. Everybody were running for their sake that night.
The story started in a fine normal day. A villager(i forgot his name) died that day. Normally die in a normal death. And that day, it rained a normal rain. But, we got this person to be burried, my father said. So, the villagers sat in the dead’s house waiting for the rain to stopped to take their fellow vilager to his final resting place.
Sadly eventhough it’s normal, the rain poured by God for a whole day. For your information, muslims(Islam believers) are restricted to bury a man after the sun sets. So, it’s must be done this afternoon or they should go the next day.
About 4 pm, the rain stopped, so the villagers went to the village burial site. My father is one of the teenagers who carry the corps(the palbearer). My father told me that the villagers were shocked when they found the whole to bury the corps was full of water. So, some men were appointed to took the water out. When the whole was almost empty, the rain started to poured down again. And the whole was starting to once again filled with water. The sun was almost finish it’s setting. So, the palbearers were instructed to bury the corps in the half-full whole.
Another fact that you need to know is, muslim don’t use a coffin. We’re buried only with the accompanion of a couple of white sheets to cover our body. And when the body is taken to the burial site, the fabric was tied in three places: above the head, on the hips, and at the ankle. We tie the body for two reasons: to keep the sheet attached to the body and to maintain the body to a praying position(if you see an asian muslim prays. The position when he prays in the first part o the prayer—standing—is the position he will be buried. We will be buried with our arm on our belly and feet close to each other. We will be lied like that on our right with our body facing mecca).
Back to the story, they take the body down on it’s right, facing mecca. Some woods are used to keep this position. When the palbearers took the wooden board, suddenly the body floated in the surface of the water. Working in a rush, the palbearers must kept the body in the ‘position’ and also took the board. So, they use the feet. They took the body down again with their feet and took the board with the hand. After the body in the position, they got the board in place. Now, the body would stay in position. The soil digged in again. Everything was settled, everyone was happy. Not yet...
Between the ‘positioning’ of the body and the ‘positioning of the wood, there is one more ritual to do, untied the corps. They forgot this...
Everyone went back home but soon got together again in langgar(little mosque). One more ritual after burial. In mass, they read surra Yassin, one of the surra/chapter from the Qur’an. The use is separated into two: some say we read it so the dead’s condition in the cemetery will be full of light, but the more modern muslim says it’s for the one whom left by the dead, to give spiritual and psychological help to ease the pain. Everyone were reading their own holy Qur’an.
Then, one man stopped. Followed by the person next to him. They were freaked out. The corps(oh, yeah. A body which is wrapped by the sheet is called pocong. And some old stories is told about a ghost of this pocong came back to life) was standing in the front of the room. “almost transparent”, my dad said. The pocong stood there with the tie in the ‘three places’. Everyone runned from the room. Except those old people who was to weak to run and the langgar keeper. My father said that the keeper although scared to death managed to stand in front of the ghost of the corpses. “untied m I can’t rest easily with this rope.”, the ghost said, witnessed by the villagers whose looking through the window. The mosque keeper said yes, then the ghost disappear. Yes, almost forty people saw the ghost.
In the next morning, the villagers went back to the cemetery and open the whole again, untied the corps and nothing bothers the villagers in the form of this pocong anymore.
When i heard this story or re-telled it, the hair behind my back are always raised. Like now. It’s a glad i’ve finished this story although no one is in my house when i started. My parents are in the city beside Jakarta to look one of the witness who will passed out soon(no relation with this story).
Conclusion: muslims don’t believed in ghost if people told it as a spirit which come back to world to spoke what they wanted. The soul of every dead are rest in peace after they die. We(my dad and I) believed that that pocong was a geenie which we muslims(islam believer) called an accompanion geenie. An accompanion geenie is a geenie which accompany each human in this world. The geenie and the human gives effect to each other. If one is so bad, than it’s company can be bad, vice versa. Because this geenie is borned everytime a human is borned, they sometimes take a same shape with the human it accompany. And sometimes it doesn’t realized that they are different individual with the human before they die and some times after the human’s death. So, if you see one of your family in your house when they are supposed to be far from you, you are seeing your family’s geenie. That’s what happened too after someone’s death. The geenie’re sometimes felt lonely and go to the people it known. Like this case, the geenie knows what happened to it’s company and want it’s friend(maybe it thinks themself) to be free from the rope. Because a tied muslims are believed to be rest un-easily.
Sorry for the english.

The House BUilt on Indian Grounds

By: jaidenroo@yahoo.ca
 

I have a story that is a little long but very true.........When I was younger I lived in this house that was built on sacred Indian grounds and even had a Indian museum there, and when I went to bed at night I would wake up very late to a cat jumping in bed with me, well we never had any animals and I could never see the cat either but something always told me it was a cat! it would cuddle up to me and I would get out of bed and go to my parents room and sleep with them. Well another experience I had was when I was playing in the basement and I looked up and I saw tons of shadows dancing or running around the walls and I was very freaked out I couldn't't move.
My sister said on Christmas eve one year she had to sleep in my room we had family sleeping over, and very late at night she woke up to someone opening my bedroom door and she looked very fast and saw shadows walking around and something told her to put the covers over her head, she knew not to open them course what ever it was it wasen't good. My father would also say just out of the blue a cloud of smoke would appear in some of the rooms and it would travel around the house and would work its way up to the fireplace too.
I know this house was very very creepy we also tried to get a dog but they would go crazy then we had to get rid of them as well. Now its been like twenty years since I have lived in this house and I was searching the Internet and I came across this site that was called (True ghost stories from around the world) and their it was!! someone else lived in the same house I did and wrote about it on a different site. now he had different things happening to him and his family but when I lived there the houses were not finished being built yet, we just moved in and moved out two years later or even sooner everyone around us were moving it seemed like. This story took place in London Ontario Canada the house was on Attawandaron Rd. thank you I hope you enjoyed my little story.
 

By: mary@littlepagebooth.com

I am not one to scare easily, I am a horror movie buff, and watch any horror
flick I can. But about 6 years ago, something happened that scared me so
bad, I no longer watch scary movies alone!
 I had a one year old son at the time, and we ended up at this homeless
shelter with no where to go. The homeless shelter was run by some religious
people and they had a program they ran. They had bought a few houses in town
and they would pick certain families out to stay in these houses, under the
conditions they save any income the family gets and put it in the bank, and
save money to move. Anyway, me and my son were picked to live in one of the
houses. It was a 3 bedroom house with two bathrooms. I was uneasy living
alone, but my mother was only a phone call away.
 On our third night there, my son was just learning to walk and had took his
first step,and he kept stumpling and then he stood and looked at me and i
was if he was slung foward. he busted his lip pretty good at that time. i
brushed it off as those few wobbley steps a baby takes.
 Two of the rooms, i did not use. Me and my son stayed in one room and in
one of the rooms, there were two matching twin beds, they were left by the
previous owners and the church never removed them when they bought the
house. well i would keep the door closed because no matter what the room
stayed cold. and their were a box of toys in the corner, covered in dust. i
left them alone. and one day the door was open when i walked by and i seen a
figure in the corner of the room with one of the toys. i slammed the door
and immediatly called a friend to pick me and my son up. she was an older
lady and she is penacostal and goes to church regularly. when she walked
into my house,(her first visit there) she immediatly felt something wrong
and walked out, she told me she felt "demons" there. and so i went back and
had no problems, and one day i was going over to her house, and she would
not come to my house, so her 18 year old son came to get me. he never went
to church and he did not believe in ghost. he walked in my house, sat down
and started crying. i freaked out and we left. he refused to come back. then
one day i seen the figure in the back room again, standing bedside one of
the twin beds. It was a large dark fifure and oddly enough i could only see
his hands plainly, and he was holding the same toy as before, a little small
doll that fit in your hand. it scared me so bad. so my older friend decided
to help clean out the ghost. she had me say a certain prayer and tell him to
leave and never come back. and she left later on and that night, i was on
the couch and me and my son had started sleeping in the front of the house,
we were ready for bed and i seen this large brown spider, coming straight
towards the couch where i was. it was the size of my palm. i got up and went
around towards the kitchen, there was another one in the middle of the
kitchen coming towards me. i freaked and grabbed my sleeping son and went
towards the back of the house. i felt an awful coldness i had never felt
before and seen yet another spider, this time the big shadowy figure behind
it. i was so scared, i went to the laundry room and called my mother to come
get me. i ran towards the door and 4 huge spiders ran right after me and the
shadowy figure was no longer in the back, it was right there with the
spiders. my mom and dad came, and he tore the house up looking for spiders
and could not find any at all. they thought i was crazy. i went to their
house and i never went back to the house. i found out later two little girls
were kidnapped a long time ago from there and the man that took them was a
big burly man, much like the sadow i seen, he killed the girls and then he
killed his self for doing what he did. i do not know how much is true but
not a whole lot of people believed me. i am now a believer and i have talked
to others about their own experiences, but now that i found this website, i
feel normal in what happened to me. i only wish i would have encountered a
nice spirit and not the evil i felt there at that house. thanks for
listening to my story!
 

By: shyonememow@hotmail.com

I wrote previously about the place I work, and all of the ghostly happenings
there. Up until now I have not seen a full aparition,only shadowy figures,
and strange sounds.
                      The other night Myself, my assistant (I will call her
Amy) and a maintenance guy (Robert) were working in the area where most of
the activity occurs. it was 11:30 pm and we decided to take a smoke break. I
need to explain the layout of the building for this to make sense. Our
building is smoke free so we have to go outside to a smokehouse. inorder to
get there, there is a long tiled corridor about 50ft long leading to the
door. There are no offices or areas along the corridor. The three of us
headed to the smokehouse and exited the heavy safety door, Amy was first, I
was second, and Robert was last. Just as Robert came through the door, Amy
turned and gave a startled scream, I turned, and right behind us was a
woman. (what made her appearance so shocking was we had not seen anyone
walking behind us down the corridor, and there was no place for her to have
come out of. Also, as she walked on the blacktop, there was a loud sharp
clicking of her high heels. When we were walking on the tile floor we heard
nothing) I fell back against the wall of the building and was speechless as
she walked by. What scared me the most was one, her clothing. She was
dressed all in black. Black skirt,shoes,coat,gloves, and a large 1940's
style hat with a veil covering half her face. And two, where did she come
from, and why did she not acknowledge us? Amy had screamed, and yet she did
not turn her head, look at us, or acknowledge us at all. After she had
walked by us to the parking lot I told Robert to see if she got into a car.
He ran after her but within 10 seconds of us seeing her she was gone.
Needless to  say we were all pretty shooken up that night. The next day we
scoured the building for a woman who matched that build, and asked people if
they knew of someone who wore that style of hat, everyone said no. This is
not the first supernatural occurance in this building, but it is the most
intense to date. I should add that one of the old employees said our
description of this woman sounds like the founders wife, she died in 1957.

Who Needs  Graveyard When you have My Backyard

By: Saluki248@aol.com
 

My backyard is not a normal backyard, I believe it to be haunted, this thought is also shared by my family.
My parents a long time ago used to raise salukis (the oldest breed of dog, think of a greyhound, and add normal dog ears with long hair on them and thier tail) and used to have quite a number of them.  As they died we buried them in our backyard.  My parents stopped breeding after I was born.  Well as I got older I started taking care of the dogs, and would do it at dusk.. they were in an extension of the basement which has since been torn down.  Well more than once I would look out the door to this extension, feeling uncomfortable, and see the form of a dog, or several dogs, standing on the edge of the grass, different colors, and see throughable, I would blink and they would dissapear.  This happened more than once.  So far they've been benign and have posed no threat to us.
Another ghost is one of my great grandmother.  My mother, as usual, was staying up late at night, she had to go to the bathroom, so she got up and out of bed, and went to the bathroom, passing my door on the way, she opened it just to check on me, and at the time I was four, and I was using a nightlight. She looked in and saw her mother's mother, sitting at the edge of my bed, leaning over looking at me, and then she (my great-grandmother) turned and gave my mother a surly look, a look my mom never recalls her grandmother giving her. She blinked and then her grandmother was gone. Recently my mom was in the bathroom, and she looked out into the hallway, and saw her grandmother, the same one, in front of my door, and expressionless look on her face, that was the night before the falling objects in the living room.
And yet still is a strange occurance happened to me.  I was sitting alone in the living room, my mom in her bedroom, with the door open and her able to see what was happening in the living room. I was typing on the computer part of a movie Travis and I were writing, when suddenly I heard something to my left, and I saw a box, nearly empty, fall to the ground. There was a cloth object beneath it, and while the box had 'fallen' a hand print had appeared on the cloth, and had vanished when it had landed. I rubbed the incident off, not too spooked, and then a minute went by, and the lamp, next to the fallen objects started to flicker, but nothing else did in the house... so I continued typing, when suddenly the VCR, next to the lamp, turns on by itself, and ejects the tape inside it by itself.

A Little Girl

By: KarAbbtt@aol.com

HI! MY NAME IS LISA-RUBY AND I AM 13 YEARS OLD. TO YEARS AGO I WAS STAYING AT MY FRIENDS HOUSE (SHE LIVES AROUND THE CORNER FROM ME) AND WE WERE THE ONLY PEOPLE THERE CAUSE HER MUM AND DAD HAD GONE OUT. WE HERD A BANG DOWNSTAIRS, BUT WE THOUGHT IT WAS HER CAT JACK SO WE IGNORED IT. AFTER ABOUT 10-15 MINS LATER WE HERD IT AGAIN SSO WE DECIDED TO CHECK IT OUT. WHEN WE WERE WALKNG DOWN STAIRS IT SOUNDED LIKE SOMEONE WAS IN THE KITCHEN. ME AND SARAH BEGAN TO GET FRIGHTEND. WHEN WE WENT IN THE KITCHEN HER CAT JACK WAS STARING UP AT THE WINDOW MEOWING SO STARTED TALKING TO IT. SARAH LOOKED UP AND STARTED PUNCHING MY ARM TO GET MY ATTENTION. I THEN LOOKED AT HER AND SHE COULDN'T SPEAK AND SHE WAS AS WHITE AS A SHEET. SHE WAS STARING AT THE WINDOW AND WHEN I LOOKED  AT THE WINDOW, THERE WAS A BEAUTIFUL LITTLE GIRL I WOULD SAY SHE WAS ABOUT 9 YEARS OLD AND SHE WAS WEARING A LONG WHITE VICTORIAN STYLE DRESS. I THEN SCREAMED AND SHE TURNED AROUND. HER FACE WAS VERY PAIL AND DELICATE. SHE THEN WALHED RIGHT UP TO US AND WHEN SHE WAS ABOUT TWO MAYBE THREE STEPS AWAY SHE VANISHED INTO THIN AIR. SARAH AND I PANIKED AND RAN TO MY HOUSE....I'VE NEVER RAN SO FAST IN MY LIFE! LOTS OF PEOPLE HAVE EXPIRIENCED DIFFERENT THINGS IN THAT HOUSE, AND OUR DESCRIPTIONS OF THE SAME LITTLE GIRL ARE VERY SIMULAR.
 

By: dead_but_dreaming@hotmail.com

I was referred to your website by a friend who knew i would find it
interesting, and after reading a few of the stories i thought i might as
well submit my own in the hope of maybe getting feedback from others who may
have seen the same thing.  I will relate the details after this important
background information.
When i was perhaps six or so, in about 1988 or maybe a little later i had an
experience which was so fantastic that i was unsure if i had dreamt it.
However the memory is so clear and solid, it never really felt like a dream.
  The morning after it occurred i told my mother and brother, who don't get
into this kind of thing and are not readily convinced by ghost stories and
such.  They still remember me telling them this when i was younger and Mum
told me at the time that it must have been a dream.
For years, in fact until late 2003, the memory barely resurfaced  and i
beleive it to have been almost hidden in my mind, although now it is as
clear in my mind as if it happened last night.  The only reason i can guess
my age during the incident is that i know my youngest brother was not around
and i remember my body being very small when i go back to the memory.
In  about September 2003 a friend of mine gave me a book to read about mass
alien sightings in the early to mid eighties called "The Hudson Valley UFO
Sightings".  Before this book got me thinking, I never took alien sightings
seriously and i still don't really have an much of an opinion about that
stuff.   Reading this book proved to me that what i remember was reality and
not a dream, without a doubt.  You might be thinking, hang on - this is not
an alien/UFO related website!  However what i saw gave me the impression of
some 'angel' or good spirit, maybe a dead relative that was fond of me, who
knows.  I certainly did not think it was an alien.
The Story:
At the time I shared a bedroom with one of my brothers, we had a single bed
each that were set up parallel to each other.  My bed was in the middle of
the room, with the head up against the middle of one wall, facing a large
window in the opposite wall.  My brother's bed was to my right along the
side wall, which also had a large window.  I remember waking up late at
night, it was very dark and i got the impression that it was between about
3.30 and 4.30 in the morning.  When I woke up my brother remained asleep.  I
awoke with a feeling that something weird was going on but i was not scared
at all, it was an amazing feeling.  Basically I just woke up and sat bolt
upright straight away, looking down the length of my bed, out the window in
the opposite wall.  All of a sudden, with a constant and quick pace an
extremely bright ball of light the color of burning magnesium came from the
top left of my view out the window, from the night sky i guess, bobbing up
and down as it flew, like a wave-graph. My bedroom was at the corner of the
house and the light turned the corner of the house and continued to fly
through the garden outside.  The path the light took through the air burned
into my sight like the sun will, so that you still see it when you blink
your eyes.
The light left my field of vision after i watched it pass my brothers'
window, however after a couple of seconds it re-appeared outside the window
at the end of my bed, lighting up the thin semi-transparent curtains from
the outside.  The ball was so bright i could easily see it through these
embroidered white cotton curtains.  This ball of light then slowly began to
come directly at me, floating right through the solid glass, the wood frame
of the window and the curtains also, as if it were on a different plane of
existence.  I distinctly remember being surprised that the curtains did not
burn because the object was so bright.  Strangely the light only lit the
room with a very dull glow, even though the object itself seemed as bright
as the sun.  It kept moving towards me until it came to an absolute
standstill, hovering/floating about three feet above the end of my bed.
During this time I had a very pleasant and freindly feeling come over me and
I was totally unafraid, just amazed and thinking as a little kid that magic
stuff was real after all and feeling very happy about that.  When the light
came to a standstill above my bed I stared at it, amazed.  It did not hurt
my eyes to look at it but it was pure white light.  I am unsure about how
long i stared into it but it was for a while.  The memory of the light
leaving is not quite as clear as the rest of the story but I think it just
left the way it came in.  I still get the same warm and peaceful feeling
when I  run this memory through my head.  It is so clear that it is like
watching a video in my mind.  I also felt a very strong sense of being
watched, I could tell the thing was watching me and I knew that it was
intelligent even though it was a "ball of light".  I felt like it was
smarter than me and that the light represented something else or was just a
means for something else to come and watch me.
That pretty much sums up my experience.  Until last year i did not think
about it much probably because it was impossible to really beleive through
scientific thinking.
The UFO book I was given mostly concerned the eye-witness accounts of
regular citizens and cops who saw large triangular craft in the sky with
bright lights, all around this Hudson Valley area which i know nothing about
as I live in Australia.  Towards the end of the book however was a small
chapter which detailed other paranormal events that happened around the time
of the craft sightings which had been included in the book for good measure.
  Here I read a story almost identical to the one I have just told, down to
every detail like the bobbing motion of the light, the amazement of the
witness as to the way the light floated through windows and walls and the
freindly feeling the lights exude, as well as the way it floated a few feet
from the ground and flew through the sky.  The only discrepancy was that the
light in the American story was red.
After reading this my own  memory shot straight back into my mind, even
though i had not thought of it for at least 8 years or so.  The story I read
was so much like my own experience that I straight-away asked my brother and
mother if they rememberred me telling them as a young kid, and they did.
This to me is undoubtable evidence that what i saw was real.  It is too much
of a coincidence to not be real!  How can two people on the opposite sides
of the planet have the same dream or imagination or trip or whatever?  Down
to small details?  This "coincidence"  convinced me that modern science does
not describe or explain the whole of existance, and also gave me an idea
that maybe all the weird alien/ghost things people say they see is just one
and the same, existing on and around our planet but in another dimension.
Who knows, but if anyone has feedback on this story please e-mail me. Sorry
it is so long!  I would be interested even to hear people's theories on the
subject.

Freaky Occurances

By: daddysgirl780@hotmail.com

I wrote awhile back describing my life in the places I've lived throughout
my life and how everything that deals with supernatural always seems to jump
up in my face. I have a few stories from a close friend that I knew back in
Georgia.
One deals with an ex-boyfriend I had when I lived in Georgia. He is an MP in
the army and was stationed over in Germany for about 2 years shortly after
he joined. It so happens that me and him lived in the same city about a year
after one another. Anyways, him and a friend heard stories about one of the
castles in Idar-Oberstein, this city is way past old and seems to take on a
life of it's own after dark. They heard stories of the dead grounds keeper
walking around the castle about 11:00 at night. They being tough army men
decided they wanted to check this out for themselves. That night they put on
their army pants, black t-shirts(it was the middle of summer), and put on
some cammo paint. They wanted to make sure that if it was a real person just
pulling a prank that they wouldn't be able to spot them in the dark. Well
after much walking up the side of this "mountain" to get to the old castle
they sat down next to the path to take a breather. They checked their
watches every 5 minutes till 11:00 pm rolled around. When it did and
anything remotley freaky had yet to happen they decided to wait another 30
minutes, just incase the person was having a hard time getting their
prankster butts up the hill that night. Not even 5 minutes rolled by and
they seen what looked like a latern coming down the path towards them and
the castle. They ducked behind some trees and decided to wait quietly for
the person to come close enough for them to jump out and scare whoever it
was.
The lattern and it's carrier made their way slowly up to these two
unsuspecting idiots hiding in the trees. Only when whoever it was got close
enough they couldn't see a body. They decided that instead of scaring the
person off they would just wait till they were far enough away to hike back
down the trail to their car. When they didn't see the light anymore they
came out from the trees and started down the trail, they instantly got this
errie feeling that someone was following them, on cue with one another they
turned around expecting to see the man who was going around scaring people
at night. What they saw was pretty much enough to make the toughest man curl
up and cry for his momma. They didn't see anything but the light from a
non-existant lattern. It's carrier and what what supposed to be the source
of the light in front of them wasn't there. They were starring at a free
floating light. Needless to say they hauled buns faster than ever before
down the path, looking behind them every few feet looking to see if the
light was still there. It kept up on their heals, not letting them get too
far ahead as to feel comforted by any distance. They eventually ran off the
path and into the street where their car was parked and got into the car and
started it up. Trying to calm down before they drove off for their rooms
they looked up at the path. They saw the light at the very top of the hill,
there would be no way any human could make it up there that fast. They never
went back after that, too afraid that the lattern carrier and his light
would actually catch them the next time they tried.
Another occurance was from the same ex-boyfriend. This one about a nightly
patrol on post. There were plenty of ghost stories about this abandoned
service building just off the military post. Even though it was out of
jurisdiction, the MP's were told to make sure no kids were fooling around in
there and getting themselves hurt by all the rusted nails and metal support
beams.
That night him and his partner were assigned to different patrol cars and
patroling different areas of post. His partner was out by the old abandoned
military service station while he was patroling the commisary parking lot.
He got a call over his radio from his partner saying he saw movement in the
building and was going to check it out. Story has is that if you're alone
inside the building that there are the ghosts of kids and they will run up
to you and dance around in a circle chanting something almost inaudible to
the human ear. Some say alot of MPs have disappeared after going in, some
have been found dead inside the building and other times the person gets so
scared that they are found not able to talk or even come back to reality and
placed in the mental ward. This night his partner went against all the
"fairy tales" of the building and went in hoping to catch some kids in the
act of under age drinking or some kind of drug bust. About 15 minutes after
going in my ex didn't hear anything over the radio confirming or denying any
kids messing around in the building and became concerned. He called over the
radio for his partner but never got a reply. He showed up at the building
and heard laughing and taunting coming from one of the windows. He looked in
but didn't see anyone at first.
He decided against better judgement to go in and look for his partner even
after searching the lot for his car which he couldn't find. He entered
through the back door hoping to find his partner trying to calm down some
unruley kid in that back rooms and getting them to leave the area. He walked
in not seeing anyone, kids or his partner, within the back rooms. He made
his way up to the front of building and spotted someone, fetal postion and
crying inaudibly. He ran over seeing that it was his partner. He had
scratches all over his face, on his arms and even his neck, back and
stomach. He eventually pulled him out of the building and on the way to his
patrol car spotted his partners car that wasn't in the lot before he went
in. He finally got his partner calmed down and he told him what happened.
He went in because he heard alot of laughing and things being broken. When
he went in the building he didn't see anyone and decided to walk around in
attempts to find whoever was in there. He walked to the front of the
building and there was over a dozen children running around, laughing and
playing. He yelled for them to stop and get out of there, asked where their
parents were and how they got into the building and so on. When the kids
stopped, they all looked in his direction and their eyes were a funny shade
of red, almost glowing like cat eyes, but not. They started walking towards
him and they began to grin such evel grins.Their nails grew out and looked
almost like someone had taped knives to the ends of their fingers and their
teeth were rotten and covered with blood. He fell to the floor and backed
into a corner trying to get away from them all the while yelling for them to
stop and go away. He said eventually he blacked out and when he woke up all
he could smell was the scent of rotting flesh and that he was covered with
flies.
That's all I can remember for now, but hopefully I can get in contact with
my ex and he can tell me exactly what building it was in. It was interesting
hearing all of the encounters he had, I just wish I could remember them all.
If you decide to post these I would recommend that if anyone does decide to
go ghost hunting don't go it alone, you don't know what you might encounter
and what might happen when you do encounter something.
This next one is from my mom. When she was about 12-14 she and couple of her
school friends decided they wanted to mess around with the ouija board. They
contacted something and it was darn eager to make its presence known to
everyone around. It started knocking things over and she said that it made
the most horrendous howl, not even a dog could make. She told me the next
day circles appeared in her back yard, not crop circles, almost like a pool
had been sitting in the spot the circle was. The grass was dead and all
that, when the previous day there was no circle and the grass was full of
life. She decided that her and her friends needed to get rid of the board.
She gave it to one of her friends, and one of the circles disappeared, her
friend gave it to next and another one disappeared and when the third one
got rid of it all the circles in the yard had disappeared.
She told me of another time when she was around the same age as the above
story. There was a middle aged woman that lived down the road in a house she
passed going to a from school. This lady always gave her dirty looks and
constantly told my mom how she was going to kill her one day. One night my
mom was really upset by this lady and decided that she would sleep in the
living room close my grandparents' room. She woke up in the middle of the
night being choaked by someone she couldn't see and when she tried to pull
their hands from her neck she couldn't feel them. It was like having an
invisible person choaking you. She started to pray and whatever it was let
go and made  horrific scream leaving the house. The next day she walked by
the woman's house going to school and there were police cars out front. She
asked an officer what happened and they told her the lady died last night
and it looked like someone had burnt a cross into her hand and the words to
the Lord's prayer on her chest. Needless to say my mom always wore a cross
around her neck and the prayer she prayed to make the invisible person
choaking her go away, was the Lord's prayer....
Well that's all for now, thank you for listening to these. I hope you enjoy.

Haunting Story

By: ssjtash@hotmail.com

This is probably not a very noteworthy story, but I feel that it requires some kind of mention.
About five years ago my family moved into a rather large house. It is situated on five acres, though most of that was wooded, and is a two-story building. It was twenty years old, and we were the third inhabitants. There were no known deaths at the house or surrounding property. We lived there happily for a few months. Then one night I was brushing my teeth and something seemed to touch my neck. It felt like an icepack, except that it wasn't wet, just exceptionally cold. When I looked into the mirror there was no one behind me, and certainly no one with an icepack. I ran out of that room as soon as possible and henceforth only went into the downstairs bathroom at night. But whenever I'd go into that room, it felt like something was watching me, no matter what time of day.
 Not long afterwards, I happened to be in the bathroom with the lights off when I heard a sound distinctly like a camera whirring when it runs out of film. The blinds were closed, so it couldn't possibly have been a peeping tom. And besides that, it sounded as if it was very close to me.
For a good while, nothing happened. Then, about two years after we moved in, I was up late reading and listening to music. A few dogs barked outside, which I found odd at about one A.M.. Then a whispering voice said my name, right into my ear. I calmed down about five minutes later, telling myself that I should get some sleep soon. Then the doorknob shook. Only a few minutes later, I heard a scream that seemed to come from my radio. I had heard that song countless times before, and never had there been a scream.
The 'occurences' were never again so bad, but I would still find myself scared out of my room at night. Sometimes it would sound like light switches were being flipped on and off, but the lights wouldn't once flicker. Once I had a dream in which a ghost 'spoke' to me by writing on a wall. It 'told' me that its name was Chris, and it had been there before the land was made into a subdivision. I'm pretty sure this wasn't just some random dream. After that the only strange things were noises like scratching and footsteps in the attic above my room, and occasionally the area would smell like burnt rubber. We had people check the attic and air conditioning system, but no problems were found. There was also a mark above my bed that resembled three perfect claw marks. I checked it multiple times and found there was no ridge around it that would account for the mark being a shadow, nor did there seem to be any evidence that it had been a painting mistake or a patch over some other marking. We moved out barely six months ago, and I havn't heard a single strange thing since.
We never had the house blessed, nor did anyone come in to see if it was really haunted. Everyone just said that there were probably raccoons or opossoms making noises on the roof.
Thank you very much for taking your time to read this.

Night Visitor

By: zandor_8@hotmail.com

I love the stories on your website and have decided to offer one of my own.
This experience happened a number of years ago, I had managed to get caught
up in a bit of a 'bad' crowd as such, most of the people in the group were
into drugs (marijuana/mushrooms/pills etc) and alcohol.  I, however was
quite 'straight'.  I didn't experiment with drugs, and only consumed the
occasional drink.
I got on well with everyone and my decision to not touch drugs or drink much
was respected.  I was living in a motel unit in the sunny Bay of Plenty, New
Zealand.  A few friends had comfortably ensconsed themselves in my living
room and we were all happily watching videos, we had decided that they would
stay over-sleeping on the couches in the living room. An older guy
(thirties) that my friend had met a few days earlier and taken a shine to,
was with us.  He was a Maori guy, longish hair and tattoo's on his face (I
took an instant dislike to him, as I got a bad feeling when he was around).
When he slept he would talk/argue away and punch out at the air.  Anyway, I
had decided to go to bed early as I was fairly tired, the others stayed up
talking.  I shut the door to my bedroom (it lead straight into the living
room), and turned the light off.  There was quite a bit of light shining
into the room through my thin curtains, though.
Sometime later, during the twilight stage (between sleeping and waking) I
realised that a form lay next to me and that I was having quite a
conversation with him, I have absolutely no idea what the conversation was
about, only that I felt quite comfortable and that it felt like the most
natural thing in the world! However, on full awareness of the situation, I
leapt out of bed and rushed across the room and turned the light on.  There
was nobody there, however a slight body indentation remained on the other
side of the bed.
Well, I left the light on and went back to bed.  As I lay staring at the
wall in front of me, I saw a huge spider (tarantula-size), descend from the
corner of the ceiling and scuttle across the door frame, across part of the
wall and then disappear.  I leapt out of bed and threw open the door to the
living-room.  Everyone looked at me like I had flipped my lid after hearing
my story!.  I sheepishly returned to bed.
Back to sleep with the light on and door shut.  I was woken later on with a
feeling of panic, as I opened my eyes I could see quite clearly (as the
bedroom light was still on) the black shape of a head and torso descending
down towards me (I had a feeling that this thing was a male).  I leapt out
of bed as fast as I could, as I moved, the shape just seemed to dissolve
very quickly!  I had the feeling it was looking for a way in to me, maybe
through a tear or hole in the aura (magnetic energy field surrounding a
body).  I believe having my aura being disturbed woke me up.
On reflection I believe that what I saw, was somehow connected to my
friend's new male friend (mentioned earlier) a spirit that may have attached
itself to him maybe, and was consequently drawn to me .
  I find it hard to make the assumption that the thing I was talking to and
the thing descending down on me are one and the same, It would be logical I
know.  But it was the feeling I got about each one-comfortable (almost a
familiar feeling) with the first one (lying next to me) and sheer panic from
the one descending down on me!  The spider was just strange, I don't have
any fear connected with spiders and actually quite admire them (I am always
the one saving them from the shower and putting them safely outside at
friends' houses), I quite happily pick them up.

The Face in the Picture of Pacific University

By: WynterRoseAngel@aol.com

Hi my name is crystal and here is my story: In 1999, 2 friends and I went out 'ghost hunting' around Forest Grove, Oregon. We stopped our car in front of Pacific University to take some snap shots of the school with our digital camera. My friend seemed to feel fine but I started to get this sense that we should leave, that we were not wanted there. I kept saying, "come on lets go, please. We shouldn't be here". My friends started calling me names and then pretended they didn't hear me. I heard a sound behind me, saw what it was, and said, "See, I told you we needed to leave." My friends turned toward the sound and saw our car, parked where we had left it, seemed to have started its own ignition for it sat there running. slowly my friend Ryan raised the camera and took a shot of the car, then after putting the camera away, he reached in his coat pocket and brought out the only set of car keys. By this time we were all freaking out. we got in the car, drove as quickly as we could to the apartment we were renting, andloaded the digital pictures onto the computer. everyone of the pictures had a very distinct face that seemed to be starring directly at me (where i had been standing when the picture was taken ). the picture of the car revealed a woman sitting in the drivers seat and a blood red glow surrounding the car. the woman seemed to be smiling in a creepy way and beckoning with her finger. the next day my friend was driving our car near the area and got in a wreck, he was in Th. hospital for awhile, but the police found a Pict in the car, it was of the same woman standing beside Ryan with her hand on his shoulder, laughing, and beckoning toward the camera with her other hand. Since then my other friend and I both have gotten into car wrecks and both barely survived. I looked at the picture of myself taken at pacific university and whereas the picture had been clear before, the woman was now there...
 

By: MadameDana@netscape.net

I had recently sent you a letter describing my one experience at age 17
yrs  with my grandmother and how she came to visit as a floating white
orb and a peaceful presence once it disappeared..
    How ever when I was younger about 13 yrs of age, I experienced
another happening this one I will never forget aswell. I was home from
school downstairs watching t.v with my younger brother ( as my mother
was the only provider of the household she had to work, my father had
deceased at an early age leaving my mother with 2 young babies ) The
phone started to ring I answered the phone thinking it was my mother
calling making sure everything was okay. As I answered the phone it
sounded weird there was alot of static and then I heard a voice.. It was
not my mothers The lady on the other end was talking in a faint Scottish
accent and asking for my mother by her first  name. I stated she wasn't
home and then the phone went dead no dial tone no nothing I got thinking
that voice sounded familiar but I couldn't place it I told mom when she
came home and never minded about the call after that , until about 3
days later . The phone again rings and the same thing on the other end
static faint Scottish voice and asking for my mom ,but then it clicked
it sounded alot like Cathy I asked who it was and then again dead air
(I know this doesn't sound weird but I must tell you Cathy had died a
month before the calls.). I then quickly called my mom this time
freaking telling my mom Cathy called  my mom said Dana it was not Cathy
and there is probably something wrong with the phone or you had a bad
connection I swore it was Cathy ... Then 2 days later my mom receives a
phone call at work  and it was the same scenario and then my knew.. She
came home and told me I asked her if it was Cathy and she said  it
sounded like her but with alot of static and then the phone went dead .
  Exactly 1 week later my whole family was watching t.v  a show called
"That's Incredible" and on came the program about ghosts contacting this
family through the phone with the same incidents My mom and I looked at
one another and we really knew we had been contacted by Cathy.
 
 My mom use to say that when I was younger I would always hide under the
kitchen table and say there was a ghost in the house especially in the
hallway near my room  . Now keep in mind this is the house myself,
mother, brother and my father had lived before he passed away. My father
was 27 passing and leaving my mom with a 22 mth old and a 4 mth old . So
now I am thinking he probably was there watching and seeing how we were
since he couldn't spend much time with us during his natural  life .
 

By: CoyoteDances6803@webtv.net

I have been visiting your site for quite some time now and I really
enjoy it! I remember when the only stories posted were your own. I never
imagined that it would grow to such proportion but I am glad that it
did. Now the time has come for me to share. To begin I have to go back
to a time before it all began. So bear with me for a few lines. In the
early 70's my family was living in an apartment complex in south Florida
and my mother soon grew tired of living so close to the neighbors. One
day she was discussing this with our letter carrier and he informed her
that his mother had recently passed away ( in the hospital -- not the
house ) leaving him a house and he was looking for renters. Since the
rent would be the same as what she was paying for the apartment my
mother jumped at the chance and we soon moved in. Nothing happened at
that time. We lived there for about 5 years and then my father ( who was
in the Air Force ) got stationed to an air base in New Mexico. We lived
there for 4 years and then moved back to Florida. For awhile we lived
with my mothers mother in a 2 bedroom apartment but there were 6 people
living there so soon my mother had to look to find a place of our own to
rent. She saw that the house we lived in prior to moving to New Mexico
was once again free so she called up her old friend and we moved back
in. This is when it all began. Shortly after moving in my younger
brother refused to sleep in his room. When asked why he simply would not
answer. He slept in the living room on the couch. My sister and I shared
a room at the time and I was very unhappy about it. She is very messy
and I am very neat. So I told my brother that if he did not start
sleeping in his room within a week that I was going to make it mine. A
week later I was in my new room. And then I found out why my brother
would not sleep in there. Several nights I would wake up to find the
sheets being slowly pulled off of me. I never saw anyone nor anything
and I never told anyone anything about it. Then one night I awoke to see
3 amber colored orbs next to my bed. They were all in a line and one by
one they would slowly move towards my face --- back away --- excitedly
circle the other 2 --- and then continue on down the line. Each orb
taking its' turn several times each. I was not afraid just merely
curious as to what they were and why the found me so exciting. I did
however quit sleeping in there. My sisters sloppiness was easier to
handle than the orbs disturbance of my sleep. There were always noises
which could not be explained. We always heard things crashing only to
check the entire house out and find nothing out of order. In 86 my
parents got divorced and we moved from the home. My mother remarried and
she and my step father bought a home together. I had my son in 88 and
tried living on my own for some time but for financial reasons my son
and I ended up moving in with my mother and step father. The night we
moved in my son started seeing people. More specifically people dressed
in pre civil war garb. My family and I just accepted this we did not
even bother trying to explain it and never doubted my son. Although --
we never saw those people. However, nearly everyone in the house has
seen a little blond boy in what used to be the living room. I always
just assumed that I was seeing my son in passing and would call out a
greeting to him --- when I got no reply I would double back to inquire
as to why -- only to discover that it was not my son because he would be
found outside. There are only 2 doors exiting the house and he would
have had to pass by me in order for it to have been him. And after
thinking about it I would realize the boy I saw had much lighter hair
than my son and was a few inches shorter. Also something will get into
bed with me and just silently sit next to me. Even when I am not alone.
I assume it is male because it has a strong aura and I dubbed him
'Mick,' after Mick Jagger because once during a 'visit' from him a block
of Stones songs were being played on the radio. My parents added on a
wing to the house so that my son and I could have an apartment of our
own. We no longer see the boy since we no longer live in the main house
but 'Mick' decided to move in with us. Thank you for providing a place
for me to share my story.

Since 12

By: crazy_avery69@hotmail.com

It all started when I was 12 years old.  I lived with my mom.  There had
been many encounters of spirtual things happening all around me.  They
scared me alot, like anyone else would be.  I would always have a hard time
getting to sleep at night or being at the house by myself.  I always felt as
if something was watching me, a very intense feeling.
One night when I was playing solitare in the kitchen and had my sterio on
from my bedroom I heard my window in my room shut.  I didn't think anything
of it, until I heard things moving around in my room.  I got up and went
into my room and looked around...my window was locked, and I did not see
anything.  So I went back out into the kitchen.  Then a few moments later my
sterio got louder and then it turned off, I went in my room to see what was
going on, and I had this Stone Cold Steve Austin stand-up poster that stood
up like 6ft tall.  As I walked into my room that poster was standing
up!!!!!! It freaked me out I just stood there and I remember looking at the
eyes on the poster and it was the most horrible feeling ever.  Noone was in
my house besides me so I know that no human figure put that up.  I ran out
of my house and stayed at a friends house that night.
There was another time when I was on my computer in my room and I was
hearing noises in my living room, where my room was I could see the living
room.  I looked out there and saw black shadows all around my living
room...floating from the side walls and then through my ceiling, I shut my
door and jumped on my bed and didn't move until my mom came home about 5
hours later.
Another time something unusual happend when I was sleeping I was faced
towards my wall.  I got this intense feeling of something looking at me
while i was sleeping, so i turned around on my bed now faced towards my
computer.  I saw someone sitting in my computer chair faced towards me.  It
had long black hair and everything it was wearing was black.  All I remember
seeing was red eyes looking into mine.  I couldnt move I sat there looking
at the figured for about a long 5mins.  I yelled out to my mom and when she
turned on my light nothing was there but the chair was still faced towards
me, when the chair had been put under the table before I went to bed.
The next night I was sleeping and I woke up to the feeling of someone
watching me.  I looked at the end of my bed and there it was!  That same
person that was sitting in the chair the night before.  It was very tall and
again everything it was wearing was black, black trench coat with black
gloves and long black hair.  It was just scaring at me.  I coudnt move or
even yell out to my mom, I was so scared.  I just put the covers over my
head and curled up, ever since that night I curl up, I can never lay
straight out, because I always have the feeling of that figure at the end of
my bed trying to get my feet and pull me off the bed or something.
Ever since that incounter I have had numerous times of that tall dark figure
looking at me at night.  I see it at least every other night.  I am now 16
years old and it is still everywhere I go.  Since I have lived in that
house, I have moved 4 times and every house I am at it is still there with
me.  I am deathly scared of it because whatever it is, is very evil.  I have
had spirtual encounters before but nothing like this.  I dont really
understand why it follows me, I dont understand any of it.
One time I heard a voice, it kept repeating my name over and over again.
Then I would look down my hallway and see that it was somthing standing
outside my door.  When I yelled for my mom it ran across the hallway passed
my room and into the washer and drier room.  My mom beleived me when I told
her what was happening.  Which was good, because I had someone to talk to
about it.  I would sleep with my bible everynight and have a cross that hung
above my bed.  Ever since I did that about a year I didnt see anything else.
  When I moved in with my dad, is when it came back.  I still sleep with my
bible everynight but it just seems to get stronger.  I really don't know
what this being is..or what it wants..i just thought i would share my story
with you and see what you think is happening. thanks please get back with
me...

Veal Station Cemetery

By: bboyce@hot.rr.com

There is a cemetery on a back road near the town that I grew up in.  The cemetery had all the stories it could about it, it used to be a site for the KKK and/or devil worshipers.  There is also a tombstone that "glows" near the back.  I know that the tombstone glows because of the type of stone it is made out of.  I forgot what type of stone or mineral it is that causes it to do so.  Anyway, one evening an friend and I went to go look at it.  We wanted to get a close up look, just because we had nothing better to do I guess.  When we got there, everything was fine.  There is a street light there at the cemetery, so it is not pitch black, there is plenty of light.  As we entered the gate, I was fine.  After we got about 10 steps inside, I had the overwhelming sense that we should leave, and we should leave now.  We ran back to his car and got in and locked the doors.
Now his car was a very old car, even then.  It was a 76 Datsun and fuses were always blowing and that sort of thing.  Well we got in the car and he started it no problem.  When he went to turn on the headlight, they wouldn't come on.  So he asked me to reach into the back and get the pliers, so he could fix it.  As I am reaching into the back seat to get them, something started pounding on the roof of the car.  I turned around and looked at him and it was still happening and he wasn't doing it.  I quickly sat down as he laid on the gas and we got out of there.  As soon as we hit the edge of the cemetery, where the fence line is, his headlights turned on by themselves.  It was very odd that it happened and I almost peed in his seat.  There are no trees that overhang the road where we were at, so no animal could have fallen out and landed on the car.  That was the scariest night of my life and I know it doesn't compare to some other people's stories here but it sure meant something to me!

Scariest Thing

By: Blueidstarr@aol.com

hello, my story's kinda weird. you see my freinds(they were sisters) and i were staying at their house. They had told me before i went over to their house that they were on the computer and a strange file of a picture of a strange little boy was on their computer. they had no idea where it came from. Their dad had said that the people that used to live there had a son who commited suicide in that house, the discription of the guy who killed him self was just like the boy in the picture. we tried not to let it bother us. Later that day my friend's mother went out to get us somthing to eat while my friend and i were staying in the kitchen. i had just got finished saying "at one time or another we should try contacting the spirit of the little boy" just  then we both looked up and saw a black shadow like running across the back door window and we took one look at eachother and ran out the front door. then we decided to got check out the backyard and we ran there just to make sure there was no burglers. there was nothing in the back yard so we ran back to the front yard and the front door was wide open, and hen we ran out we closed it tight and then the stereo started playing full blast, it was the scariest thing of my life we didnt go back inside untill after her mom and sister came home. we still dont know if it was a person or just  a soul of a person.

The Cat Came Back

By: Kerris.Horner@astrazeneca.com
 

This happened to me an awfully long time ago. When I was small, about three, my Dad bought home a little black kitten, with a perfect white diamond under his chin.
For me it was love at first sight.
The kitten grew up into quite the biggest Tomcat I have ever seen, a loveable rogue, we were very close, he would follow me to school etc. Then my sister appeared on the seen, the cat hated her, and the feeling was mutual.
As she grew, she, like many babies tortured the poor creature; in the end he bit her. My dad is a little highly stung and one of my clearest memories from my childhood is of him chasing the cat with an axe!!!
Anyway one day the cat just ran away, I was devastated and just couldn’t believe that my beloved pet had gone. I decided with childish dedication not to give up hope, and looked for my cat everyday. But months turned into years and still no cat, I never gave up and would always look expectantly back up the road from school to home.
Anyway one day quite a few years later, in the growing dusk, I was sat looking out of the floor to ceiling window at the twilight street dreaming of nothing in particular. My dad was asleep on the sofa, and no lights were on in the room.
My cat came back, he walked around the corner of the house as large as life, stepped daintily through the glass window, and proceeded to rub himself round my legs purring happily.
I was overjoyed, so overjoyed in fact that I never thought it strange that the cat had just stepped through a non-opening window, I shouted to wake my dad that my cat had come back.
The effect on my dad was electric he shot out of the sofa and jumped up and down like a maniac, obviously terrified. In the pandemonium my cat just disappeared, I was devastated all over again.
I couldn’t understand why everyone was so upset at what I had seen, I even managed to convince myself that the cat must have been in the room and the low light just made it look like he stepped through the window. All I knew was my cat had come back to me and now he had been frightened away again.
Many, many years later, (I’m grown up with my own family now), we were all at a family party, a little too much wine had been drunk and we were laughing about the things we used to believe as children. Suddenly my dad laughed and said, that I was the daftest of all for believing the cat had run away; when really my grandma had taken him to be put down that same weekend, talk about a tumbleweed moment.
At least it explained the window trick; the poor animal had been dead at least seven years by then, but I believe that he at least knew that I had nothing to do with it, and even now thirty years after I lost him I still have a very good look at every black cat I see.

Personal Ongoing Experience

By: jill@elkoradio.com

my ex and i lived at the hwy department in contact nevada for a couple of years which is about 15 miles south of jackpot nv. he was the supervisor for ndot and stationed there, our residence lay not even off of the hwy but more so right next to it... sorrounded by an 8 ft. chain link fence contact hwy maitanance station slowly became our home.  there had been random stories of a murder 20 someodd years before of the wife of a hwy supervisor who had come home one night from the usually all night job out on his highway of plowing the snow from the road a bit early and caught his wife in bed with another man... the story (of course varies .. drifts,, through out the mid section .. but never the less always seems to end on the very same note no matter the story teller.. the husband had gone outside in a fit of rage and she had followed him, crying, begging, but as he returned to her at the porch 5 steps high his loaded riffle let out a thunderous echoing roar.  shot in the abdomen she bellyed over layed there and died .. no one quites certain as to her lovers fate but story goes 2 weeks or so later her sister to her own life in the back room of the house leaving the bullet hole in the wall as a reminder which is very much still easily seen.  the man is still in prison for the murder of his wife but her soul is definitely resting.
i remember waking now and then with not just scratches but deep claw like gashes running either directly up my legs , inner thighs, or fore arms,  bruises which i hadnt layed down with would grow more appearant as the haunting progressed. finally she became so fueled by what i can only explain as pure confusion and simply jealousy that she started screaming, throwing things, making herself and sudden movements in the room more easily and more often seen by both myself and my ex but even passing company as well.  the ceiling door shaft to the attic was directly in the center of our hall and one day as i stood beneath it blow drying my hair and doing my makeup in the mirror it began beating up and down rapidly as if someone or something was pulling or sucking it into the attic and the quickly releasing it with rapping bangs.
the one time that sticks out more than others is one when i myself was not even there... i had decided to stay in elko that night and around 2 in the morning mike as he slept alone on the couch as often he did when i wasnt there heard me come in just as i would have done normally in my ways so it was far from unsettleing to hear the footsteps and the screen door to him
he said that he could even smell me .. in the middle of groggy awareness newly woken by the door he fell to the reflex of holding out the blanket with a smile for me to join him and snuggle in.. happy im home.  after moments of laying there he said that she began to stroke his head and hair the EXACT way in which i do ... now that may not seem weird to you but to he and i cuz we know the uniqueness of this manner, it was freakishly eire!!! minutes past as he layed there with who he presumed, smelt, felt, and new for a fact was me, his girlfriend of years .. he went back to sleep cuddling the way we did.... but that next morning after searching high and low for a trace that i was there .. let alone ever even was the night before .. i received a frantic phone call from my boyfriend exactly 100miles from where i was yelling at me and  questioning why the hell i would drive all the way home to contact at 2 in the morning and then not say a word and somehow get up with out him even noticing just to drive 100 miles back to elko with out reason.   i told him over and over i had been at home in my bed in elko at my partents house all night long...asleep...it wasnt me... and finally it sunk in... i guess the truth just had to ... this lost woman soul  the soul of a woman so in love with her lover how she lost long ago somehow see my boyfriend and believes that is him... for the duration of our lives in contact i endured constant and on going torment of my boyfriends jealous mistress but when we moved away she never came along.. istill wonder if shes out there on the front porch waiting for him to come home
 

By: drmwlker2000@yahoo.com

hi, I'm a USAF airman living in japan, and i want to tell you some of my experiences.  these stories take place in between 1981 and 1983.  I'm now 27yrs old.

when i was 7 yrs old, my family(mom,dad,sister and me)were living in this post civil war house in Greensboro, AL.  we were kinda poor and the place my dad worked for let us live there rent free.  i never liked this house.  we lived there from the time i was 4 till i was 7.  anyway, this house had a foreboding feeling to it.  always scared me.  my room was all the way in back of the house.  each room had a fireplace that was never used and all the rooms were pretty big.  off of my room was my sisters, then a bathroom, then my parents room.  late one night before i started kindergarten, i awoke one night and thought i saw my dad at the end of my bed.  he told me everything was okay and to go back to sleep.  and for years i would see him when i would awake in the night, sometimes at the foot of my bed others in the coroner of the room propped on the wall.  it wasn't until i was at least 6 that i realized it was my grandfather(dad's dad).  wasn't until school started that the bad things started to happen to me. in ever other room in the house i was terrorized except in my own room.  these would range from me being pushed to the floor, things flying across the room at me when i was the only one there, to literally being PUSHED out the door by an unseen force and distinctly hearing GET OUT NOW! right in font of me.  could even feel the breath on my face!  i would not stay there alone.  one night i had to sleep in my sisters oom cause my room had a leaky roof.  i remember clear as day being rolled over onto my stomach.  before i could move i felt hands on the back of my head forcing my head into my pillow.  i know it wasn't my sister cause the hands felt like a man's hands.  that, and i could still hear her snoring.  i started to struggle, and it got harder.  my sister finally woke up and grab me and pulled me up.  i remember taking a deep breath and screaming for my mother.  mom came in and i told her what happened. she said it was a bad dream and go back to bed.  i always told her what had happened to me, and she said a bad dream of my imagination.  so, after about an 1hr i go back to sleep, on my left side.  don't know how long it had been but when i rolled over onto my back there was what we always called a "sticker bush" leaves in the bed under the covers!!!!!  they had not been there earlier.  i don't know if the thing was evil or just didn't like me, but the back porch was about 10feet off the ground.  had some really steep steps going down to the back yard.  we were finally moving cause my mom was expecting my little brother.  as i opened the door to the steps, right by my ear i hear "finally" really loud and i felt a push.  i went down all the stairs to the ground and i heard laughing.  didn't get anything more than scrapes and bruises thank god.  when i found my mom she said that she too had been pushed down the back steps and heard the laughing.  we packed our stuff and moved.  thats about the extent of the experiences i've had personally.  other than refusing to live certain places cause i saw someone in the house before we got there or going inside and refused to be there.  my mom died in 1991 and i smell her perfume from time to time but thats it.  i know she's with me and proud of her son for serving in the USAF.
if you have any comments please feel free to email me.  thank you r your time and have a "good Air Force day!"

Granpappy

By: goaties17@hotmail.com

 One time i was in my room and my grampappi recently died and  was so scared. He was in world war 2 and always wore his uniform even to my birthday which was suprising cus he lived in scotland. One day my dad (Billy) called me and told me the bad news.
My mom and my sister and i took the best flight ALL the way over to Scotland. Once we were there i went into his old room and felt  a  chilling presence of someone. I looked around and in the mirrior i saw my grampappi.
To this day i live in my grampappis house and never feel alone but thats wat makes me happy pappi.

unclassified insights into my future

By: Gemma.Cox@defence.gov.au
 
 
 

How or where do I start,
I was born in a small town Caerphilly, South Wales U.K,
from the moment I was born my parents knew I was special, however in a way
not even they had expected. My Great Grandmother lost her husband during
the II world war and her eight year old daughter not long after. I myself
never knew of this until I was 13 and was confronted with this dark story
to my family history.
My family migrated to Australia when I was Seven and as the years went on
I found myself fascinated with the supernatural. I have never been
sceptical and pity those out there that are ( you have no idea how much
knowledge your missing out on) When I was in my first year of high school
my English teacher gave us an assignment to do by the following week, the
subject was whether we had any stories of family members that had died
unexpectedly.
The next few days were really weird that's the only explanation for it,
my parents informed me that when I was born I was the spitting image of my
Nanna's daughter, my Great Aunt. My Nanna was so convinced I was a re-
incarnation of her daughter, I can only guess that would explain her
favouritism towards me.
When I found out by my parents that she disappeared and her remains were
later found in the British channel only to be identified by her dental
records, I felt saddened in a way I couldn't explain it was like I knew
what happened to her.
The next few days I can't even explain what happened except that I was
guided by the spirit of my Great Aunt.
For days I would feel the presence of a small girl watching me I would
walk down the hallway to my bedroom and the smoke alarms would go off (
with no batteries I might add) I would awaken early hours in the morning
unable to sleep and the TV would have television shows about the
unexplained on. By now I realised something was trying to communicate with
me and wouldn't stop until I would listen. I sat down at the computer to
type my assignment and I can't remember writing anything I was being
channelled, I know now that my Great Aunt told her story through me and is
now resting in peace. I showed my mum and dad what I wrote and my dad
couldn't believe that I gave a detailed explanation of where and how she
was abducted, how she was raped, murdered and dumped. He started to cry
and told me that one day his father was really upset and told him that he
would never forgive himself for losing his little sister. He told my dad
that they were playing hide and seek he turned away from her to count and
when he turned back he never found her. In my description of her abduction
I wrote that she hid in a tunnel that was at the end of a little alley way
that they were playing in and that's when two men kidnapped her.
When my father read that, he asked me how I knew that the alley even
existed, I myself had never seen it and he never told me about it earlier.
It really freaked him out because they never knew any details because
no-one was ever caught. My dad can remember growing up and the street next
to his there was an alley way with a tunnel at the end that used to lead
to a clearing and a field.
after that I never had any supernatural experiences again until I was 17
and that's when I started  to get really scared.
This is my longest story because I had to give you a brief history for you
to be able to grasp the full picture.

By: sweet__strawberrie@hotmail.com

I remember when I was young, we always used to visit my Grandparents home, on Sunnydale road, about 15 minutes from our own house. I had never liked visiting. The house was only a few yards from an old cemetary and as much as I loved my Nana and Gramps, things about the house scared me. My Grampa had lived in that house, from what I heard, his whole life. His wife had died and he had remarried my Nana, and my Nana's husband had died, and so she had remarried to my Gramps. The two families had become one, much like...well, the Brady Bunch. Anyways, back to my story. Not every room scared me. It was certain rooms that made me want to start crying and run. My mom had told me the reason I feared some of these rooms was because of all the old things. If I learned something about them, they wouldn't scare me. Perhaps she was right about some of the rooms, they all had old things cluttering the shelves. But it was more than that. The feeling I got when I entered certain areas of the house frightened me more then I know how to describe. It was a feeling one might get when sitting alone in pitch black. I was almost expecting a ghost or dead body to fall in front of me. The first thing that frightened me were the mirrors in every room. I had never liked large mirrors at night. During the day, they were a sorce of beautification, but even the old antique mirrors frightened me during the day. I had had bad experiences with the house itself, which was another reason that it scared me. I remember falling asleep there when my parents were visiting, and waking up at midnight, my parents gone. They had left me over night for fear of walking me up as they carried me to the car. Now, I was only 5, and so walking up in what I thought was my bed and turning out to be the old dusty guest room made my heart stop and I began to scream. I remeber that night so well. There were more things about the house that made me feel uneasy. The bath room was huge, bigger then my own room at home. Two big mirrors were placed on either side of the wall, and many old antique glass sculptures adorned the counter top. A curtained shower was across from the toilet. The curtain was heavy and white, and so being inside the shower felt like being locked in a pure white room. But the thing that scared me most about that room was the laundry chute. It was built into the floor, and opened like an ordinary cupboard. I remember once, I had my toy doll with me when I opened the laundry chute to look down. Suddenly, as though someone had knocked it from my hand, the doll flew down the chute and hit the basement floor beside the washing machine. I began to cry, as my plastic doll had lost a leg in the terrible accident. I told my mom, and she sent me down to get it. Only, upon searching the whole laundry room, I found my doll was gone and only a cracked plastic leg remained. Out of all the rooms in the house that frightened me; the Guest room, the Study, my father's old room, the master bedroom, the bathroom and Dining hall, it was the basement that gave me awful nightmares, dreams and feelings. My dad had told me once his sister had locked him down there when he was three, and ever since the basement had scared him. I remember my sister and I would go down there looking at my Gramp's collection of birds. He not only had tiny china birds, but fish, boats, aeroplanes and a cat skull that made us quiver. The main room in the basement had a large TV and two comfy chairs to sit in. But looking down the long tiled hall, one could see the Bar and pool hall. The bar was an ordinary white counter with an assorment of old dusty wine and liquor bottles that had not been open in quite a long time. A huge mirror was behind the bar, which reflected the back of the counter and whoever walked past it. I had remembered seeing the reflection of a pale old lady, quivering  in the glass as I walked past. She smiled at me...and I had run so fast I thought I could never stop. I remembered trying to climb the narrow and steep stair case and almost tumbling back down. The pool hall was a large room with a pool table in the center. I deer head was mounted on the wall and beside a bunch of hanging ducks. Both frightened me, as I was sure I saw them move once, as though the things were alive begging for freedom. Off the pool room was my Gramp's "Memory Room" It had pictures and tools from the war in which he had taught young pilots how to fly. An axe hung from the wall, which too scared me, as it often was caught swinging back and forth as though someone had touched it. This room then connected to the bathroom where a stuffed alligator sat and many dead spiders covered the floor. This then connected back the laundry room which inturn was a pathway to the main TV room and stairs, thus ending the terrifying circle. Out of all I have explained to you, the worst was in the Laundry room. I'm sure something awful had happened there, as I was loading the laundry when the light suddenly went out. Groping clumsily through the darkness, I saw a white form only inches from me. It took form as a horrible grinning skull-like face, with many sharp teeth. Then the light went on, and I found my self standing near the wall, almost touching it. Nothing was around me, and with a sob and ran up the stairs, and only once went down after that with my sister and friend, where upon, we made it half way into the pool room and suddenly all three of us bolted up the stairs for a reason we can't explain. I never went back down and only a couple years later, the house was sold and my Grandparents moved out.

Candles Went out and Knocking

By: Degrassi_G@webtv.net

Here story by my Cousin. When she was 13 years old, one night She stay
awake during night. Her family Mother, Father, Sisters were asleep for
the night. She lite few candles around in her bedroom. While She reading
book since she couldn't sleep. Her Candles went out by itself not even
wind. Her door and window were closed. She went up and lite candle
again, it kept went out by itself! Then she kept lite it candles then
She heard quiet knocks few times on her door, She thought it was her
mother. She open the door, no one there! She closed the door, thought it
was just her imagainin. Few seconds later, candles went out again and
knocks more louder. She got freaked out then went to bed for the night.
She never forget how freaked her out. Hope you like this story.

Angel

By:madsit@rsihq.com

I was spending the night with some childhood friends when I was living in
Ohio.  These friends of mine had an exceptionally large house (compared to
what I was used to) complete with one of those sitting rooms that has really
nice furniture but no one ever goes in there.
Anyway, I was a shy girl growing up and adults I didn't know always
intimidated me, I never wanted to be confronted by any of them and my
friend's parents were no exception.  As the night wore on I grew more and
more hungry and asked my friend Jennifer if we could grab a snack.  Her
mother was a health nut and didn't allow such things so Jennifer promised we
would get some food after her parents went to sleep.  So later that night
Jennifer, her sister Julie and I all hung out in their finished basement
watching movies and doing that weird girlie-communicating (you know
everything's super fast and high-pitched).  It must have been going on
midnight when I reminded Jennifer how hungry I was so could we PLEASE get
something to eat.
We snuck up the stairs, and as soon as you open their basement door you're
in the kitchen.  JACKPOT!  I thought.  I quickly grabbed a bag of chips and
was on my way downstairs when Jennifer mentioned that we needed some drinks.
I started to walk towards her to give her a hand when the hall light came
on, letting us know that we were busted and one of her parents were on their
way to crack some skulls.  So instead of doing the smart thing and running
back down to the basement where we would fake sleeping, we did a little
Three Stooges dance and ended up in the dining room.  Shortly thereafter the
kitchen light came on and Jennifer walked out telling her father that it was
just her, she was getting something to drink, and she's going back to bed.
So there I was, scared of getting in trouble and worried that her father was
going to walk into the dining room to see if anyone else was hiding out.  So
like a stealth lizard I crawled into their formal sitting room where I
proceded to hide behind a chair that was up against the corner of one of the
walls.  As I sat there scared out of my mind a dark figure approached me.
Now the direction in which I was facing was towards these huge windows where
light was coming in from the street so a black figure would have been all
that anyone could see no matter what.  Anyway, this black figure approached
me that looked like a small girl, and told me that everything was ok and I
could go back downstairs now.
This figure didn't frighten me, in fact I was glad that I wasn't so alone in
that big house.  It allowed me to walk back down to the basement where I saw
Jennifer waiting for me, wondering what took me so long and denying any
knowledge of me being in her sitting room, and Julie, passed out on the
sofa.
I never mentioned this to anyone that lived there and even though I spent
many more nights in that house (always with a prepacked snack) I never saw
that figure again.
I just thought this was an interesting story and one that I will never
forget. Thanks for reading!

Child's Voice

By: tay_tay3639@yahoo.com

this happened a few years ago, but i still remember most of what happened that night. it was around 2 a.m.. my friend and i were sitting on the bottom bunk of my bed talking about something that we were thinking about. my younger sister was in the other bedroorm. my mom was a sleep in the livingroom on the couch. as we were talking we heard a child's voice scream "mommy! mommy! help me! help me! my friend and i ran out of the room and to the livingroom. we woke my mom up to see if she had the t.v. on, because it was on the other side of the bedroom's wall in the corner. she asured us that she had been asleep and the t.v. kept off. we slowly made our way back to my room. we went to the corner that the voice came from and saw a small, plastic doll with blond, curly hair in a blue dress that we had never seen before laying there.

Enough Already!

By: Anonymous

Most of my experiences have been centered around my home that I have
lived in for the past 20 or so years.  I've always had a fascination
with the supernatural in general, but starting around the age of 13, I
believe that fascination was what drew the following things to happen to
me.
In my bedroom:
Two specific situations come to mind.  I was lying in bed one night when
all of a sudden, something made me wake up.  I remember the room feeling
very still.  Out of the shadows, I saw the dark figure of what appeared
to be a man who then proceeded to walk to the side of my bed.  I tried
to get up and run out of my room, cause let's face it, that's pretty
scary, but my body was like lead...I could not move.  I then asked "is
there someone in my room?"...the reply that I got was what freaked me
out the most.  The dark figure answered "Yessssssssssss".  I know that
sounds really dumb, but I will never ever forget that experience...the
dark figure reached down and put it's hand on my arm...and then, my body
and my brain connected and I jumped out of my bed, crying in fear and
after that night, it took me 3 months before I would even go back in my
room.
Another occurence, which only took place about 2 months ago, was also in
my bedroom.  I was sleeping again when all of a sudden, I felt someone
pushing my bed to the left...then I felt my sheets being pulled down.  I
tried to rationalize it by telling myself it was a minor earthquake or
something or a big truck just drove by, anything but what I was hoping
it wasn't.  After listening to the news the next day...no
earthquake...and my family confirmed not feeling the house shake at
all.
It always seems to be in that part of the house...one day I was home
alone, getting brushing my teeth in the washroom.  My parents door on
their bedroom is the kind that will not slam shut unless wind blows it
shut, otherwise, you have to pull it closed.  Well....out of the blue,
their door slammed shut.  Being summer, I assumed their bedroom window
was open...but when I went to close it before leaving, i was shocked to
find out it was not.  I BOLTED out of there really quick after that.
Although I have had many,  many experiences, I'll share one last one.  I
was driving with a friend along this beautiful, historical parkway about
an hour away from where I live.  On the side of the road, just out of
nowhere, there was a little fenced off area that had a family cemetary
with four headstones in it.  It looked so odd situated where it was and
I was intrigued.  We pulled over and I got out and walked into the
cemetary entrance.  At that moment, I was overcome with nausea like I
had never had before.  I couldn't help myself and threw up right there
(sorry for that colorful description)!  As I got up to walk out,
something in me knew it had something to do with this cemetary.  My
curiosity got the better of me, so we drove to the town hall and
researched these graves, who turned out to be a local famous family from
long ago.  The grave that I fell in front of where I felt sick was that
of a woman, about my age when she passed, who was sick with influenza
and died in her sleep when she choked on her own vomit.
Anyway, those are my experiences...I have lots more I can tell too.
Great website...it's nice to have a place to tell people this stuff who
don't think you're crazy!