This is my son's experience in a apartment we lived in about a year and a half ago.It was a small apartment which had two floors.Downstairs was the living room,kitchen and bathroom with the two bedrooms upstairs.My son was two at the time and I was getting him used to sleeping in his own room.I had had him in the room with me at night from the time he was born,so when he resisted going into the bedroom across the hall I figured it was because he wanted to stay with me.After a few days of him constantly crying in his room,I would go in with him and sit with him until he fell asleep.I thought I had started too fast in getting him used to his own room.Then he started talking about "man wit no eyes an beg teef".I didn't know what he meant at first and thought he was just babbling.It got worse every night.I would put him in his room at night and he would start screaming about the man with no eyes and big teeth and try to run out of the room.I started sitting on the stairs landing reading a book,and talking to him a bit until he went to sleep,but as soon as I went downstairs I would hear him run to his door screaming about the man.Finally I started sleeping with him in his room just to see what was going on.My mom's house is haunted but when your kid doesn't want to go to sleep a ghost bothering him isn't the first thing that comes to your mind,no matter if you've experienced ghosts or not.So I spent a few nights in there and nothing happened.Then we put a crucifix in his room just maybe on the off chance that there was something.Well one night I was up there with my son and my boyfriend trying to get him to go asleep when I left his room to go get him a drink of water when there on the landing was a short man with no eyes and sharp teeth.There was no sockets at all and there seemed to be blackness all around him though the lights were all on.I ran back into the room and I told my boyfriend after I calmed down a bit. We then heard someone walking up the stairs and the bedroom door opened.We just stared at the door but the only thing we saw was a shadow pass by the door and into the wall.My boyfriend said he felt like someone was calling him into the hall and he felt like he couldn't breathe.He said it was the most scared he had ever been in his life.The funny thing about that apartment was that only the upstairs and especially my son's room had anything that happened.We moved from that apartment two weeks later to the one we're in now and my son sleeps just fine in his own room.
I just sent you another story but i thought i'd tell you some stories about one of my best friends father's car. Its a 55 Chevrolet and i guess the story began sometime in the 80's or early 90's. Well Loren (her father) and his friend Rick were riding in the car on a bridge in front of a chemical plant and as they drove they saw a woman on the side of the road in very old clothes as in they werent modern at all. She had two paper grocery bags in her arms and as soon as they went by she stepped right out in front of them. Well they were so stunned so they turned around and went back through again but there wasnt a trace of the woman. Nothing on the road at all. So they went home and told Loren's dad Jerry and he told them about an event that had occurred many many years ago about the time that car had come out. He said that years before a woman had been run over on that bridge. She had just gotten done with her grocery shopping. Well that was just the beginning.
Things began to happen to that car. Like once all of a sudden the car just started rolling on FLAT ground and it eventually grew speed and hit a tree in its path. there was no oil in the car when this happened.It wasnt turned on or anything.Loren kept the car and so he tried to fix it up. So for some reason he put the steering wheel back on the car with like a vice or something on it to make sure it didnt move. He left the car in the garage with the doors locked. The next morning he came in and and the steering wheel was on the floor on one side of the garage and the vice was on the other side. There was also another incident which occurred right after he had put a brand new coat of paint on the car and it was somehow ruined. But thats it. After all these happenings they decided to name the car. The name picked out of course was...."Miss Misery"
For my first semester at college, I chose to live in the dorms on
campus. The school year began and I soon made friends with one of
my neighbor. On one particular night, we stayed up talking with other
people staying in the dorm. As the night went on, the subject of
the hall ghost came up. My neighbor who had lived the longest in the building
started to relate personal stories and stories from other hall residents.
We ended up pulling an all-nighter and some time about 7 Am, I walked upstairs
to get ready for an 8 Am class. As I walked along through the hallway,
I began hearing footsteps behind me. I turned to see who it was and
no one was there. Thinking nothing off it, I continued walking, but
again i heard the footsteps. This time I noticed they were louder.
Without turning, I heard them get louder and louder as if the person was
about to walk by me. But no one passed me in the hallway and soon
I heard the footsteps walking away from me. Many times throughout
the semester, girls on my floor complained to the RA about odd things happening,
things disappearing only to reappear days later in odd places. Some
girls noted the would hear whistling and odd footsteps following them into
the bathroom and down the hallway.
On Halloween night, my own experience with the ghost occured. I lay in bed finally able to sleep. A hand on my shoulder woke me up. Thinking it was my roommate, I tried swatting at it and told Crystal to go back to sleep. But when the hand didn't go away, I realized it couldn't have been my roommate. She had gone to the library earlier and wasn't back yet. The invisible hand dragged itself down to my feet. There it began pulling away the blanket covering me. Suddenly it stopped and seconds later the door opened and there was my roommate. I don't think I had ever been so glad to see her then at that moment
I live in a house on avenue A in Denton, TX that is definitely haunted. You would know it if you saw it because all of the cats in the neighborhood stay in our front yard. At night, even if there is light shining in the bathroom window, the mirror remains completely dark. People that stay at my house claim that it is comfortable enough, but when they are left alone, they tell me it is terrifying. Mostly at night (but occasionally during the day as well) my family and I hear heavy footsteps in the kitchen or a scratching sound at the back door when no one is back there. Things often disappear, and never turn up. For example, my car keys (which I keep in a bowl by the front door) disappeared, and continued to be missing for a week, until I was forced to call a locksmith to have a new set made. That was two years ago, and they still haven't turned up. The kitchen clock (which was battery powered) stopped running because the batteries had worn out. However, we didn’t have any in the house and I kept forgetting to buy batteries when I stopped at the store. A few months had gone by and I had still neglected to run the errand when one day I noticed the clock was running once again. My husband swears up and down that he had not replaced the batteries. Many other strange things have happened as well, such as that feeling that there is someone in the room, the wood floors creak by themselves, etc....I would prefer to remain anonymous ( I don’t want any strangers knocking on my door and asking to come if they can check it out) but I just thought I'd share the story.
I found this site by accident one day and I haven't been able to
stop reading the stories all these people have submitted. I just want to
say that I have never blaintly had an experience with a "ghost" and I must
say if I did I's be pretty freaked out! But anyways, here's my story.
I've always had a rather personal problem (since birth) which makes me do strange things, but I won't go into that. Well, when I was young my mom, a religous person, would hang pictures of Mary and little figurines that represented angels around the house. She especially put them in my room because she believed they would protect me. In what seems like a few weeks I managed to break every religious figurine and crack the picture of Mary which hung in our kitchen. The strange thing was that I never intentionally did it and they always seemed to just fall off on their own. I remember just walking into my room one day and all of a sudden an angel fell off the tv and cracked in two. None of the other figurines ever fell like that and so my mom began saying I was "the devil" everytime that happened.
Moving a couple years forward, I had never broken any more figurines like but the weird feelings started. I had alreayd moved by then and was living in the house I am now. One summer, during the day, my parents and brother went out leaving me home alone to do some cleaning. As I was cleaning with the radio on I began to hear whispers. I thought they were from the radio at first so I turned it low but the whispers continued. So I quietly moved towards them and found that they were coming from my parents room! I was too scared to go in and see what it was because I began getting a weird feeling. It's the kind of feeling you get when you know you're not alone or someone is sneaking up behind you; a jolt of energy bursting from the tips of your toes to the nape of your neck. I grabbed a knife and waited in the kitchen for a few minutes, in dead silence except for the whispers, until the feeling was too much that I had to wait outside in the backyard till my parents returned. I told them but they assumed it was the answering machine or something.
Another experience I had was when I was asleep. I was dreaming and sleeping soundly until what seemed like an earth quake shook my bed. My bed at the time was a pulled out futon with a peg-like thing extending to the floor and it felt like someone had taken that and shook it with all their might ( which was humanly impossible since the was so big ). After a quick breather I fell back to sleep and woke up the next morning still thinking about that occurence. I looked around my bed to check if ANYTHING could have done that and found nothing. Before this all happened I remembered seeing odd shadows on my ceiling at night that once resembled a giant face tattooed to the wall right above my bed.
I haven't had man mor experiences like that but the weird feelings keep coming to me, especially at night. For some reason my room becomes a freezer at night and no matter how well I seal my windows the room remains cold. I found it harder to sleep at night too and for the longest time would wake up with new bruises on my legs that I could never have gotten ( I don't move around a lot in my sleep nor play rough ). Well I know these aren't as scary as other people's experiences but I feel something building up and I just hope I'm prepared for it.
This is my brother's story of his and his freind's ghost experiences,told from the eyes of me.
It began a few years ago,when my brother(Scott)and his friend(Brandon,who I like very much.)Brandon had been over for a few hours,and was having so much fun he wanted to sleep over.He called his home,but they did not awnser the phone.So Scott and Brandon decided to walk.When they got back,they told me,about halfway across the street,they had saw a figure move from a person's garage.Every dog on that street started barking.The figure moved toward them,and they figured they'd go back into the house.So they ran,but so did the figure.Then they noticed the figure was white and glowing.As they were running,Scott tipped over a box with some broken glass in it.Then,the lightbulb from the light on our front lawn,fell and nearly missed Scott's head.When they got inside,the figure was gone,and even though there was no lightbulb,the light was flashing red.We went in Scott's room.Brandon decided he would definitly sleep over.(PS:Brandon had a ghost in his house for a long time that used to hide his things.)
The next day,I(Being the smart one.)did a search on the Internet.We found out that all of our block,used to be an old cemetery,and that the big house near the end of the road,used to be an Inn that burned down.Knowing this,Brandon and Scott dug for stuff in Brandon's backyard.I thought this was stupid,because they weren't going to find corpses under Brandon's vollyball net.The only thing they found was an old black ribbon and some wood.Then,that night,Scott fell asleep,but then awoke very late,and saw a girl in his room,that looked like a skinny me.And my Mom and Dad sworn they saw a white dog going down the hallway that seperates mine and Scott's room.And,a while later,my cousin slept over,and I heard this strange,yipping noise.I thought it was a toy or something,and searched for it.Then I noticed it was coming from outside my room.I fell back asleep,too creeped to see what it was.Then,Scott said the girl in his room walked and dissapeared in his closet.After this,we no longer wanted to investigate this matter,but we haven't forgotten about it...........................
Just wanted to say that I love ghosts! I've been interested in them
all my life and wondered things like "Is it just some people that become
ghosts?" and if so "What kind of people become them?" My dad and I love
ghosts we even have a story for you. This is a true story for a fact!
One day my uncle I'll call him Joe went with some buddies of his to the Bell Witch cave in Adams, TN. Well, they went through the cave and then they got ready to go home. The guide told them not to take anything out of the cave but a guy took a rock out. Now they had come in two cars, and Jimmy (that's the guy who was driving the other car) started his car fine. Then Joe tried to start his car and it wouldn't start so the guy piped up that he had a rock. Well, they went up to the owners and told them the whole thing and the man said "You'll have to go and put it back in the exact same place.....or else!" So they went and put it down in the exact same place and went to the cars where the other guys were waiting. They tried the car and it started right up!
My name is Alicia and I am in 10th grade. I have always loved the
paranormal and just have seen a few things that made me a believer. In
8th grade we decided to go to George's island as a grade field trip. I
had never EVER been to George's Island before and actually never had heard
of it before.
I loved it there. Immediatly I felt at home, and I just wanted to run everywhere and touch everything. Yet the place felt sad and alone. My friend Kelly and I ran throughout the island running into other friends, and we crept throughout the dark corners of the tunnels. At one point in time I just was sitting near the edge of a cliff that led off into the ocean. I turned to Kelly and started making up a story about a woman who lost her only love here and she just wanders the island waiting for him. Tears actaully formed in my eyes and a couple of my friends told me to calm down. That it was just a story I made up and not to get over excited but I was overwhelmed with such saddness that my friends had to move me away.
For the rest of the day I was getting dizzy and just couldn't get rid of the feeling like someone was watching me. It bothered me so much that at times I refused to enter any dark tunnel like before because I was scared. Now I don't get that scared easily and if I do it's for a good cause. Even Kelly was getting worried. I calmed down aft awhile and soon it was time to go. When I got home my dad was there to meet me. He asked how it was and then said that he forgot to tell me about the Lady in Black. He said he knew I liked that stuff but he didn't get to tell me about it. He told me the story and it was exactly like the one I made up of the top of my head! Did she actually visit me to tell me her story? I don't know but there is no way on earth that I could randomly make up a story and have it be true. the Lady in Black has been spotted a couple times during the 40's- 60's. I have no idea if there have been anymore recent sightings though.
An Animal Ghost Story
Hello, I'd like to share my experience with you. My dad owned a factory and to keep it safe he bought two dogs. The dogs were both puppies at the time and I would play with them often. One day I picked up one and accidently threw it down really far and broke its leg. I felt really bad afterwards and cried. I learned later that the dog died. One day when I was in the factory's main building, I saw with the corner of my eye a black figure in the shape of a dog walking towards the door. I turned to see something and I couldn't find anything. My dad sold the factory a year later and I never went back.
THERE'S SOMETHING IN MY HOUSE #1
We have a three level house that is creepy. On the top floor is my two sisters and my room and the bathroom. My two sister's are 16 and 3 years old. im 15yr's old. One night my mom and dad wen't out and we were the only one's home (my two sister's and I) and our t.v was faceing the staircase and I was kind of glancing upstairs and watching t.v at the same time and I saw shadows upstairs moveing from room to room really fast. I thought I was seeing things so I didn't ask my sister if she saw it. But then she asked me if i saw something move around like a shadow upstairs and I told her yes that I had seen It to. We didn't think of any more about it until a couple weeks later when our perants took my dad's perant's out for dinner and we were left by ourselves again. Our mom rented us some movies so we were in the middle of watching them and the lights started flickering. Then they wen't out. All of our power turned off, then back on, then back off. The scary part about that was we were in the middle of watching a scary movie right when all this happened. So when all the power went out we sat there really quiet and then i got up and looked outside at the neighbors house and there power was still on. Luckily I had my cell phone with me. So I called my perants on their cell phone and they said they would call the police to ask if the power went out through the town. We waited(still in the dark) and then they called us back and said the cops said the power was on in the city. Right when they said that the power went on. So my aunt came and picked us up and took us to her house. The next day when I got upMy mom and dad took my little sister to grandmas house because t y had to pick up something. I sat at the dineing room table and looked outside from the door window. I got up and got me a glass of water from the fridge and went back and sat down. I heard something like it was draining and I got up and looked everywhere and then my eyes looked directly at the sink. The water had been turned on HOT. I looked in the living room and my other sister was fast asleep. I sat down and turned on the t.v and I flipped it to a movie and I started watching it and I got all comfortable and then the t.v started flipping differant channels. Then it turned off. I woke up my sister and told her about it and we waited for my mom and dad to get home and we told them what happened. My mom believed us and she told us some of her experiences with it to. My dad didnt believe us at firstbut then he finally did because he started seeing the same things we were. Some of our friends won't come over anymore because they are so scared. I just try to ignore everything it does and it dosn't bother me as much as it used to. oh ya, to get my attention it left some dark hand prints on my wall so thats my proof.....If you think that's kind of creepy just wait until I tell you about #2......
Well I told you about #1(my house) and now im going to tell you about
my other experiences in another house that my mom and her 7 sisters and
3 brothers used to live in. This house was huge. It had a victorian
look to it. It was white and it had four stories to it. Not
only did her sisters and brothers and her live there but my cousins and
I lived there to. Everything about the house was old. Every
room looked quiet and it sounded quiet to. There was one room where there
was nothing but glass dolls and old dusty cabinets. The living room
was huge it looked like another house and it was fancy. Upstairs
was a room that was green and a couple of other rooms to. When you walk
in that house you get chills it was so creepy. My mom told us this
story about her and her sisters and brothers when they were little living
in that house. So im going to tell you each of them in paragraphes.......
My mom was probably anout 6 years old, but her sister and her loved to play with high heels shoes and they were all playing upstairs and stomping around with them on and then her mom called them down to dinner so they left them upstairs. Their dad came home and heard the stomping of the high heeled shoes upstairs and told them to stop or he was going to come up there and paddle their behinds. As he was yelling everyone of them came up to him standing in a line and he had a shocked look on his face.
My mom was home sick one day and my grandma worked nights so she was sleeping at the time this happened. My mom said she was laying on the couch with her hand on her forehead feeling sick and there was this little rug laying on the floor right next to the couch that she was laying on and it started moveing really slow accross the floor she got up and ran to her mom's room asking her when she was going to get up. Then she got up and ran to the bathroom and shut the door. She told me that she was afraid to open the door because she didn't want something running out and jumping out at her but she said she couldnt help it so she opened the door slowly and she said she didnt see or hear anything so then she started walking out of the bathroom with her back to the other end of the hall way and then she said she heard it...footsteps running up to her..she told me that she was shakeing and she turned around and she didnt see anything then she heard footsteps running away from her to the other end of the hall way. So she ran back in her mom's room and stayed there the rest of the day until she got up.....
My mom and her sister was playing outside and they hid behind the bushes playing hide and seek and then the saw a man dressed in an old coaches outfit calling his horse and she said you could hear horse hoofs clanking on the ground like it was galloping up to him and then my mom said the next thing she knew he was gone........
EXPERIENCE #4 MY EXPERIENCE
From what I remember at the time that I lived there the house was already 350 years old and the floors were always creaking and tree limbs were scratching the windows and the house was falling apart pretty much. Well my cousins and I were playing hide and seek, and I ran up stairs to the room that was green with all the dolls in it..(ya creepy I know)....and I ran and hid under the bed..(nice place to hide huh?? with all those big spiders..ewww) and I remember looking up to the door from under the bed and I saw something run past the door and I was like ahh big relief they didnt check in here..THEN the door slammed and i ran out from under the bed and I tried to open the door and it wouldnt open I heard something whisper my name and I turned around and I looked at the glass dolls and their heads were all turned faceing me an one of their arms were up in the air like it was reaching out to me..Finally I got the door open and I found my cousins and asked them If they ran past that door and they said they didnt even go up stairs.......
EXPERIENCE # 5
My grandma was watching my cousins and I and we were all laying in that huge living room with all the lights off in the houseand we were watching Lady and the Tramp, and we heard chains rattleing(I know that in every corny horror movie there are always chains rattleing and whispering but this was real) and we heard slamming of cabinets and silverwear makeing noises like somebody was moveing their hands around in a drawer full of it and we heard children laughing and talking..then we heard a scream. my grandma covered our ears and closed her eyes then got up and walked in the kitchen and turned on the light and there was a chunk of hair on the ground a little bit of blonde hair. my grandma turned around to see if we were looking at what she had seen but she didnt see any of us looking at her..I covered myself in the dark corner so my grandma couldn't see me so she never knew I saw what she saw.
There are other experiences that I myself, and my mom and her brothers and sisters have experienced but I dont think I would have enough typeing space left. Were these paranormal experiences wanting to play? Were these ghosts kids? maybe but I guess we will never know. My grandperants moved out of that house around 95' and got a trailer about 3 miles away from that old house. From what I heard about that house, a couple moved in there and were scared and burnt the house down. I wish that I was still in that house now that im older because I could have fun checking up on those ghosts. That is something that I want to do when I get older im only 15. But now I have some new experiences with this house that I told you about In THERE'S SOMETHING IN MY HOUSE #1....
Haunted House in Lake Village Indiana
we lived in a house in lake village indiana and my mom could feel
little girl crawl in bed with her and say mommy i'm cold and there was
never any body there she never wanted to hurt anyone or scare them she
just wanted to get warm. she used to do it every night at the same time
around 11:00 pm. we don't know what had happend in the house before we
lived there but the little girl didn't want to hurt any one.
So, ghosts are unimaginably malicious and supposedly
caught only at night when we are alone and vulnerable
to imagination and the suggestions loneliness can
Yet, I have never known this to be accurate.
Ok, we live in the smallest town in Newfoundland and
maybe a little isolated but there is a series of
encounters that have made my self proclaimed logical
scientific mind accept the experiences as, if not
natural in terms of science, being common and real.
I was surprised and relieved to hear sensitivity
mentioned in the movie “The Shipping News.” It helped
add a broader acceptance to this and deepen the
mystery. My mother and I seem sensitive to those that
recently departed and even those about to leave this
world. Or at least aberrations seem to happen around
the time of someone’s leaving us.
On her return from a February evening walk, I had heard
my mother say to my grandfather it was strange he was
sitting on the couch when he was just outside stacking
wood and told her there was a lot he had cut in
someplace other than his usual spot, enough for a
He agreed there was more wood in that spot and laughed,
but a few minutes later, he was dead.
Next morning I was walking with an uncle and my younger
brother when we saw a large blue ball of shimmering
light appear, fall to the ocean, and, after breaking
into seven smaller balls, dissipated before touching
the calm morning water, never making a sound.
Eight months later a friend and I walked outside in the
starry dark of an autumn night to see half a rainbow
appear at apex then travel downward to disappear from
that point after the bottom went behind the trees. It
was in the direction of the graveyard and when told,
our story was explained as its being someone who had
died in Ontario that morning amid controversy over his
family’s inability or unwillingness to bury him at
home. People accepted the as being the truth.
When my grandmother died, I was sitting with a friend
at my mother’s house when a knock came on the
door…twice. Second time I was in no hurry to go out to
see nobody was there, but went after three more sets of
three knocks…still nobody there. So, we went out for
A older friend of my grandmother’s came that morning to
ask why my grandmother was outside her house walking
around talking to herself while wearing a brown dress
with a white blouse, she was supposed to be in
hospital. These were the clothes my grandmother was to
be buried in and the lady I am talking about had no
idea grandmother had died.
Another relation died and before my mother found out,
she had asked a friend to come see someone walking
around the graveyard just across the road from the
house. The person had ignored the gate, jumped the
fence, walked in, and seemed to be looking for someone
special but had gone in the few seconds mother’s
attention was on the other lady.
It hasn’t stopped although I have been away from the
country for years. I got the call to come home to see
my never before met dad before he died. There had been
some problems getting the news to me in China so when I
heard, I left right away only to spend the night in
Vancouver with friends. As I was on China time, I was
awake at 12:45 am and overcome by a need to be outside.
I walked out to sit on the steps and closed my eyes in
a feeling of nausea I had never experienced before. It
lasted a long time, and when my eyes were closed I saw
a door, huge and heavy looking and although so very
bright, I could see detail. The door stayed for a few
seconds before starting to close together from the
corners until only a slit remained before the light
finally turned off. I became physically ill and after a
few minutes walked inside to see it was just after 1:00
am. My father was pronounced dead at 5:35 am
Newfoundland time, 1:05 am in Vancouver.
Of course, I told my mother this and she revealed how
he had been there twice in the past two weeks. First
time it happened at 5:30am, about a week before, and
then at 5:30 the morning he died. She knew this, as
this is when her husband gets up for work. A knock had
come on the front (never used) door just before the
alarm rang. Waking both, and upon inspection, nobody
was found and there were no tracks in the half meter of
snow on the deck.
Although I would rather see death notices by e-mail or
in the papers, it seems there are events we cannot
explain. I would love to see something like this when
someone is born, what a way to come into the world but
whatever makes it happen it is not scary as ghost
stories usually are. Instead, it has slowly become a
fact of death, totally acceptable and worth talking
Not Really a Ghost Story
Hi guys... I've been checking out your site for a while now, reading
these true ghost experiences and all, and I thought I would take the time
to submit what happened to me back in 1978. Now, for starters, you
have to understand that (to paraphrase a line from Stephen King's "Rose
Red") I'm about as psychic as a ham sandwich. I'm a 37 year-old graphic
designer for Central Michigan University and am pretty much a realist.
What happened to me isn't so much a ghost story but just a incident that
has baffled me for over 20 years. it all started one day when I was
in Jr. High. It was 1978, and happened to read in the TV Guide that
Gene Simmons of KISS was going to appear on the Mike Douglas show.
Well, I thought that was pretty cool and decided to stay home sick from
school to see it (this was years before VCR's, remember). So I told
my mother I didn't feel well and she went off to work leaving me home alone,
as my dad had left a few hours earlier. This is where things got
a little odd...I was lying on the couch watching the tube when I heard
a noise from outside that sounded like a car door opening. I looked
out the front window of the house to see my sister-in-law unloading laundry
from the back of her car, with her small dog Risko running around her legs.
My brother and sister-in-law had only been married for a few months and
lived just a short drive away, so it wasn't uncommon for her to come over
to do the occasional load in our washer and dryer. Seeing that she
probably would need a hand, I went down the steps to the front door.
But when I opened it, she, the car, the dog, and the laundry were nowhere
to be seen. Somewhat confused, I thought maybe she somehow managed
to drive around to the back of the house (it would've had to have been
impossibly fast, but it was the only logical thing I could think of) so
I went around back. Nothing. I went back in the house and sat
down on the couch for a minute, trying to figure out what just happened.
After a minute, I called up my brother's place and (in one of the weirdest
phone calls he probably ever got) asked him if his wife had come over to
do laundry that morning. He said, "No, she's here right now." and
then I tried to explain what had happened to me, only to get skeptical
silence on the other end of the line. Later that day, when I told
my mother of the incident, she said that since I was ill, I must've fallen
asleep on the couch and dreamt the entire thing. Well, the problem
with that theory was that I wasn't sick. I was faking. Also
I know for a fact I was wide awake because right about the time I first
heard the car door, Gene Simmons was in a sketch with Cher and Mike Douglas
(that I've since seen a tape of!) that I specifically stayed home from
school to see. Now, my sister-in-law is still alive and well, so
this wasn't a ghostly situation. And since it was such a mundane
thing to witness, I seriously doubt any deep seated emotional trauma was
seared into the aura of the place. Could it have been just one of
those "Time-Slip"? Beats me. If anyone else has seen anything
similar, let me know. Thanks
During the Civil war, a building known as Gates falls mill, was used to make uniforms for the soldiers. It was ran like a sweatshop. It was so bad that they used children to bleach and dye the material. This exposed them to dangerous chemicals and boiling water. The building caught fire destroying the building and killing the children. Later the Gatewright Hospital was built on the land. There were gruesome and unnecessary surgeries (Lobotomies-removal of half the brain) which ended many more lives. In 1939 The hospital burnt to the ground, and once again the hospital was rebuilt, now known as Kingdom Hospital. Reports of the building trembling (only the building nothing else moved during this trembling) voices, Children crying (which has been caught on tape) strange sounds such as bells ringing have been heard. Full bodied apparitions (Also caught on tape) typical haunting symptoms such as doors opening/closing on there own, cold/hot spots, things missing when you just turned your back for a second. The most bizarre (In my mind) is the newest part of the building is decaying. Repairs have been attempted but the next day the repairs are as they were be re, decaying. The hospital administration denies any of this. The hospital remains open to patients.
PS. This the same Kingdom Hospital in Stephen Kings book (and up-coming series Kingdom Hospital) "Journals of Elenor Druse"
PSS. Elenor or Sally as she is known by her friends, is a career spiritualist, who has been investigating this hospital most of her life. She sent her journals to Stephen King so he could help her bring the truth into the light. In a recent interview she said "I only want to help the poor children find peace."
This is an account of one of my classmates. She was visiting her
who lives in an old plantation house in Tennesse. Every night she was
there she heard footsteps in the hallway. At one point her door opened
and slammed. She asked her aunt and she told her that it happened to her
when she first moved in but doesnt notice it anymore. It was after
everyone had went to bed. The next night apart from the footsteps in the
hall she heard footsteps above her. The next day she and her brother
went to explore the basement. As they were coming down the stairs they
heard a scream from below them in the basement. They ran back up the
stairs screaming. They called their parents and left there the next day.
About 6 months ago I was in bed one night and I awoke to see a woman standiong over me and at first I thought it was my mom but then this woman changed in to an evil entity and tried to choke and I obviously was scared s---less I closed my eyes and the next thing I knew it was morning and I wasn't sure if I had drempt the whole incident or I was visited by an evil entity my parents thought that the whole incident was my imagination from being up til the early morning and overworking myself but I thought it was too real to be just a dream but I have heard of some pretty intense dreams and even more freaky is that I myself have had several dreams that felt real and forshadowed future events but this isn't a common thing Thank God!! I told this experience to a friend who is from native american decent and thinks that if were a dream maybe something was trying to either warn me or tell me something and if was really a spirit then I have big problems but luckily I have had no other occerences of this or anything else other then my excurtions in to the Haunted woods.
Haunted Village Home
hello. my name is sara and i come from north yorkshire in the uk.
a story about my best friends house where she lived with her mum from the
age of about 4 till she was 15. it was a very old victorian house,
eventually we traced who built it. a man called jermiah thistlethwaite
who built a lot of houses in the village we lived in, called great ayton.
i can remember emma (thats my best friend) coming into school when we
were really little and talking about the understairs cupboard, she used
to say how the rustling of the bags inside it would keep her awake at
night, and complained that things kept going missing from her room. I
finally visited the house for the first time when i was 8, as i lived in
a different town then. I was there to celebrate the lighting of the
beacon (to commemorate the spanish armada)and it was the first time i'd
stayed in her home. It was all pretty normal actually, things weren't
even spooky until i woke in the night to find the lamp on the other side
of the room was switched back on. i got up and turned it off. three more
times that night i woke to find it back on. emma said she had had to turn
it off twice herself. Anyway a year later i moved into the same village,
just down the road so i spent a lot more time there. We always noticed
strange things like lights going out for inexplicable reasons, and stuff
going missing. i remember the weirdest time i noticed that most was when
i went over one day, and put my cup down infront of me, we were both sat
watching the t.v for a while and when i reached to pick it back up it
wasnt there. it wasnt anywhere in the room. i was confused and annoyed,
so i got up and went back into the kitchen, 3 rooms away, and there was
my cup of tea, on top of the fridge, stone cold. what is strangest about
this is it was a very tall frigde, and i know for a fact in my whole time
going to that house i never once put anything up there. it was dusty and
grimy, usually inhabited by spiders.
Anyway i put it to the back of my head, i think i just didnt want to
entertain any notion of spooky goings on. Similar things happened over
the years, but the worst of it came when she and i reached 13. this is
the age where a lot of paranormal stuff starts happening around girls i
have heard, and i can certainly believe there is something in the notion
that paranormal happenings can be related to the turbulence of puberty.
What was noticable was the turn in atmosphere from previously
mischievious and prankish behaviour to out and out cruel, frightening and
bordering on evil behaviour from whatever these spirits were.
When we were 13, emma and i, along with her twin brother were all sat
in the dining room with their mum who was drinking coffee. She had a
coffee table about 4by4 feet and placed her cup on the middle, dead
on (she was a slightly obsessive woman) and got up to find her
newspaper. Well we just sat talking amongst ourselves and then we
heard a sort of scratching noise coming from the table, we thought
that was pretty weird. Then, just as we turned to look at it the cup
flew, as if someone had literally batted it with their hand, right
across the room and smashed against the wall. again we were all
incredibly shocked and taken aback but didnt want to believe what we
had seen. emma's brother, john, in particular was always trying to
find the rational explanation for these things. He said, with a
straight face, that 'maybe it just fell off'. yes it magically 'fell'
a whole 9 feet away in a straight line into a wall, very convincing!
Anyway that was just the start of it. We started hearing this horrible
breathing coming from a certain point in the kitchen, just as you got to
the outhouse door u could hear it sometimes. we even heard it from the
adjoining dining room, it was that loud. it scared the hell out of us.
Another odd thing was that if u went up onto the third floor (the old
servants quarters when the house was first built) just as you got to the
top of the stairs sometimes you felt really scared, and like something
was constricting your throat.
That was the least of our worries comparatively speaking. One night,
emma's mum went out with her friends for some drinks in the local pub. I
said i'd stay over with emma so she wasnt on her own in the house (nobody
could stand to be there alone, it was that bad.) The whole night we sat
around watching the t.v and playing board games, smoking cigarettes until
it was inevitably time to go to bed. that was the time i always dreaded
most. I fell into a very deep sleep that night, but awoke about 2 am to
the noise of a music box playing. that was weird, i thought, then i
realised the sound was coming from inside the built in cupboard, i was
scared but i got up and went over to the door of the cupboard and started
to open it. when i did i heard a rushing sound, the music box stopped
playing and i swear i heard something say 'out' in a breathy, hoarse
i froze, emma, who was sharing the bed, got up and asked me what i was
doing. i said 'nothing, go back to sleep' coz i didnt want to frighten
her. i got back into bed hurriedly and pulled the covers over my head. i
can't explain why i didnt just run out of the room, or the house, i
couldnt leave my friend and i again thought beyond all rationality that i
must have just imagined it all. its amazing how much we can pretend
things arent real when its glaringly obvious they are!
well i somehow managed to get back to sleep, and i slept really deeply
again until the next morning, when emma told me something else had
happened while i'd been sleeping. She said how during the night she had
awoken to see me sitting up in bed, and asked me what i was doing. She
said that then what she thought was me, turned its head around and she
saw it was actually the figure of a woman, with her hair tied back in a
severe bun, and she grinned at her. She said it was worse that this woman
had no eyeballs and her grin looked skeletal. She said when she looked
down, the woman was sitting right on me, her body going into my legs. I
was so terrified i couldnt even move myself out of bed, and silly as it
sounds, she had to pick me up and carry me out.
Not long after this, her grandparents stayed in that room. They locked
the door at night because they had heard about the goings on. In the
middle of the night, the door handle began to rattle. The door unlocked,
and they could hear three figures running about the room, her gran could
just make out shadow like figures in the dark. the clock on the bedside
table was smashed on the floor. The next day her granddad was so
traumatised he could not speak. That was a particularly bad room. The
worst was in the servants quarters again- where emma's mum slept. One
morning she came down to tell us that she had woken in the night to see a
young teenage girl stood at the end of her bed, in victorian clothing,
with her arms outstretched mouthing the words 'help me'. That was
frightening enough, but i recall a night there about a fortnight later
where emma woke me up from my sleep because i was screaming at the top of
my lungs 'help me! help me!'. It may be unrelated, and i can't remember
the dream i had, usually when i have those sleep talking/shouting
episodes i never remember the dream.
Things just started to get really frightening. weird swirling black
things appeared on
several occasions over
some months. I stopped being able to stay there, it was just too
unbearable. Finally they had the house blessed by a priest, which made
things worse. Banging on the walls, voices shouting and things getting
thrown around became commonplace. Eventually emma's mum called a
spiritualist church and asked them to come and exorcise the house. It was
a last resort because they were at the end of their tether. I wasnt there
when it transpired, but my friend relayed it to me in great detail. as
soon as they came to the house, in the first two rooms, the man commented
there was such a feeling of suffering, and then when he passed the
cupboard where emma had always heard rustlings and knockings, he stopped
and said he felt great pain and sorrow. He went on to tell them that the
boys who lived there had very cruelly locked a young servant girl in
there, and she remained there for some time, he couldnt specify how long.
He did say that she was extremely traumatised by the event, and had never
been the same. Moving around the house he commented that there were
several things going on. Some of the spirits as he called them, were
merely sad, and had not been able to pass on to the next life. Others he
said, and he could not be sure of how many, were altogether different.
They were evil he called them, malevolent forces. He told us sometimes
the benevolent spirits were not a threat, and not to be afraid. The
others, he said, should be expelled immediately, they were causing
illnesses (this was true, emma's mum was always suffering from colds,
unexplained pains, that sort of thing though i am inclined to suggest
these may well have been psycho-somatic illnesses brought on by the
stress of living with ghosts) and they wanted to get the family out of
the house. When he got to the top floor, he was just with emma's mum, she
was told to stay downstairs with the others. This is when he told her
what had happened up there, which was a probable cause of the restriction
feeling around the neck when we would walk there. A woman who lived there
had hanged herself from the banister in the servants quarters, she had
been terribly sad for a very long time the man told her. This we were not
told for some years. In fact only last year, nearly 7 seven years later,
did we learn of it. the way we found out was that emma had a dream where
a woman in a purple outfit was hanging herself over and over again. she
told her mum about it over the phone the next day. she went silent for a
minute and asked her to repeat what she'd said and then sighed. She
relayed to her what the spiritualist had told her all those years before.
Long story short, they performed an exorcism of sorts, i dont quite know
a lot about these things so i cant say how reputable that claim is. Well
it did quieten down after that. There were, however, warm feelings around
the house. The sad feeling seemed to go, and the girl spirit in
particular (who emma saw, she has always been able to see ghosts, i could
only see what they did, or hear them) appeared to be smiling when she
made apparitions, which became fleeting and few.
Eventually we thought they had gone. The house was even remotely peaceful
for a while
until one day it just started back up, i believe it's just possible that
this was due to
the ammendments emma's mum made to the house, she redecorated and put up
a wall in one of the
large rooms to create 2 smaller rooms.
Everything was just as bad as it was before. The worst night was when
mum and her boyfriend at that time were having a few drinks and watching
the t.v. some of their friends called round and they stayed up chatting.
emma's mum started saying how she hated the ghosts and wished they would
leave the house, her boyfried warned her to stop talking like that
because it would possibly make them angry (he was a self professed
clairvoyant) She laughed and said it was up to her how she spoke to them.
She then went to turn the lamp off and something very weird happened. a
brilliant white light whooshed up from her wrist, up her arm, over her
shoulder, head and over the other arm, then shot off the end of her hand
and seemed to go into the floor. there wasnt any sign of a burn mark on
her body, or the carpet, the lamp never flickered once and most of all
she said she felt freezing cold when it went over her. Perhaps it is a
natural phenomenon i dont know about but she was incredibly spooked and
never spoke badly of them again.
Well thats most of the story, emma and i both stopped going there,
especially to stay. she lived mostly with her dad in a different town
after that, i dont blame her. Her mum sold the house about 3 years ago
and i believe a family have moved in with small children. I just hope
that they don't have the same experiences as we had. It was really
frightening and i will never be able to put out of my head the horrible
experiences i had there. i dont have a religious belief at all, in fact i
consider myself thoroughly agnostic, but i know there must be some
explanation for what happened. I don't know what caused those events, but
it is as close to evil or malevolent as i can imagine.
Anyway thanks for listening to my story, i hope it is of interest.
While surfing i found your site and like it!!! Here's something that happened to me in 1982 when i was around 26 years of age. I worked as a security guard for Guido Lingle pipe yard nights for extra money to support my beautiful little daughter. Directly across the road was a large cemetary, this is in Pearland Texas close to where i live in Houston right now. I remember at nights at times i would hear talking like groups of persons mumbling, and would shine my bright flash light around that cemetary and see no one, but it didn't bother me, because i believe in Jesus Christ and if we believe in him the dead cannot harm the living. But anyway, i bought this Cadillac that was about 12 years old and it was a beautiful white color!!! I guess it was a hobby type thing and i would polish and always be cleaning that car while working those weekend nights, one time i was putting tire shine on the tires at about 1:00 A.M and felt someone was over my shoulder, i looked up and saw no one, but in my minds eye could see an older man smiling that was thin and a tad shorter than me that appeared to be around 75, and in my mind i could read him saying, that looks so pretty and nice your car.
one time i was like in 6th grade i am now a tenth grader i was home alone wit a friend my parents were out running errands and by brothers were both out my friend and i decided to clean my house to give my mom a break wen she got home my house is a 3story house so we decided to clean upstairs firdt i started on my moms room and my friend started on my room we had opened the window since it was really hot upstairs wen my friend was done she started helping me since my parents room is bigger wen we were done we made sure to clse the windows since it started to rain wen we got done we made sure all windows and doors were closed wen we went down stairs we heard the door from my room open and slam and then we heard running across the hallway and the door to my parents room opened and slammed and we heard a scream we went upstairs to check it out and we saw the that the bedroom doors were open we quickly got dressed grabbed our cell phones and ran out my house when i told my mom said it was the wind and my dad laughed at me my 26 year old brother believed me because he had his own experience but thats a different story...................
Ghosts by My Bed
this story was told to me by my mother a while ago she was in
bed one night when she woke up and saw 2 men and a woman pulling at her
feet... on her neck my mother has a necklace with a cross and a locket...
in the locket my mom has a prayer instead of a picture..... my mom was
trying to wake up my dad and it didnt work she held tightly on her necklace
and the people on the end of her bed let go and they left the odd thing
about this is that my mom was terrified in the morning so she called my
aunt to tell her about her ordeal now the really odd thing is was that
my aunt saw the same three people at the foot of her bed on the same night
and we live in washington state my aunt lives in south america
My name is Gabriel and I would like to share one early memory of
supernatural event. I think that I was too young to really SEE what I saw
but that what I saw was a manifestation of what I had been asking to see. I
was around 8-9 yrs old (I am 37 now). This story is similar to the one about
the priest who prayed to see a daemon, but is just the opposite as I had
“prayed” to see an angel.
I must have asked every night for the vision for maybe a week
and one night I “woke up” and sat up in bed to look out the window of my
room in anticipation of my desire to witness an angel. As I stared out the
window not knowing where else to look, a textbook image of an angel floated
down into my view as if making a special appearance for my eyes only. As I
gazed upon this being I was struck by a lightning bolt coming straight down
into my body through the top of my head. This singular event overcame my
view of seeing an angel and I recoiled in quite literally shock and terror
at what had just happened. As I turned on the bed looking for something or
somewhere to “recover”, a shadowy figure came into the room and sat beside
me to console me. It was my mother who simply helped me to absorb the
experience without any more fear. Who, or what else could have done the same
I always wonder?
I was living with my grandparents at the time and my mother was
in the house on that night though she did not dream it as I had. I did tell
both my mother and hers and it was accepted as a religious type of
I have many powerful stories that I could write about, but I
believe they, and especially dreams are a personal journey that must be
undertaken alone. Though, I also greatly desire companionship along the way,
as it is both a terrifying and deeply profound awareness that the proper
allies, as it were, could be most beneficial in accompaniment. For myself, I
believe I could be further along if my “upbringing” had been more stabile
and nurturing. Sure, anyone with the proper care could be made to be more
aware. But as my grandmother says (not the one in my story) “there is a
reason for everything that happens”. Maybe one day I can share a truly
wonderful story of awareness and exploration. That would be nice.
This experience was so frightening that I fear that sharing it will
happen again. Well, here goes anyway. Sometimes I have a hard time falling
asleep. Often I'll lay in bed for hours staring into nothingness. At some
point in the night I drift off into sleep. One night I was really restless
and and I kept drinfting in and out of consciousness. At one point I woke
up and above me at the end of my bed were three dark figures. A short one
on the left, a taller one in the middle, and an other sorter figure on the
right. They were hovering and looking down at me with such a dark force that
it paralyzed my body. These beings were absences of light and energy.
Human shaped voids. I kept trying to get up and turn the light on but
everytime I did so I would wake up and realize that the lights were stll off
and the shadows were still there. I did this about half a dozen times with
no avail. Not only only could I not get up but it felt as though I was
getting pushed into the bed. The shadows sucked so much energy out of me
that a passed out and awoke in the mornig. They are what I would assume
"death" would look like but there were three of them. There was no distinct
features. They didn't seem to have necks, there heads melted into their
bodies in the shape of a cloak.
I am not sure why they visited me. Iv'e always considered my self an
exceptionally good person. I have a lot of psychic tendencies also. I
think these qualities attracted the shadow figures and they were trying to
intimidate me. I havn't seen these shadows again sense that night but I
have experienced the parilized feeling a number of times. One time I walked
about my house and realized that I couldn't pick anyting up or turn any
lights on. At that point it donned on me that I was having an out of body
experience. That is why I felt paralized because my spirit was outside of
my body and I was seeing things through the spirit world. Even though these
experiences have been traumatic they reassure me that there is more to life
than the phisical realm. I have had other spiritual experiences but these
were the most vivid.
Hello, I have a ghost story for you to read. This is a true story, me my mom and my dad used to go to my aunt may and uncle Burt's house in Newyork, when i was a child, ages 8 to 14.
Every time we came to visit something would happen. Like Tv's would turn on and off in the middle of the night. Water faucets would start running for no reason. Everyone in the house would be sleeping.I would hear chains being dragged across the floor,and down the stairs. Keep in mind the house was very old. My mother is very religious, and these things would scare her. Also one time that i can remember, i think it was the last time we were in the house. My mother was walking toward the top of the stairs from her bedroom, and there was a Big buddha statue that was at the top of the stairs. My mom watched a black demon like figure come out of that statue and look her right in the eyes. She began to pray and walk toward the demon. She said it tried to push her down the stairs. She began screaming (still praying) and the demon like figure just vanished into thin air. that night we all heard footsteps in the attic like someone running from one end of the house to the other. That was the last night we stayed there.
Claremont Thompson Creek Woods
in september of 2003 me and 9 of my friends came across this website and read through it all. we decided that we should all go to thompson creek woods in claremont and see what it was all about. and that was the most horrible night of my life. i remember when we first got there we heard screams and laughter of little kids but didnt think to much of it. we told ourselves there was probably other people there but thinking back there was only one place to park and no other cars were there. so we hiked pretty far in still hearing the screams and laughter but it was weird because it would sound really far away and then close and then far away again. that was pretty much it untill about a half an hour of walking later there were rocks being thrown at us. my friend fell into the rivene and his shirt was torn off. it wasnt till we got back to the car that we noticed he had blood all down his back as if someone took their nails and scratched them down his back, but he had no cuts. we left and went back to our friends house and when we got there we noticed that all down the side of my friends car was blood. and all over the handle as if whoever or whatever tried to get in the car. but it was weird cause we didnt notice it before we left and all 10 of us were standing on that side off the car before we left. then we notcied that blood was all over the back of my friends jacket. after that i went to my boyfriends house and he noticed that i had blood all down the side of my neck. he licked his finger to wipe off the blood to see where the cut was and i didnt have one. but when we were there i accuessed my friend of spitting on me when i felt it drip down my neck but he swore he didnt. but it didnt feel like someone spit it felt like it dripped from above but when i looked up it was like a canopy of trees over us. you couldnt even see the sky. after that i looked back at the website and read about the bleeding trees and i know that is what it was cause it couldnt have been anything else. it was the scariest night of our lives and none of us would ever go back ever again. words cant even explain how horrible the fear was. as hard as we try to explain when we tell our story it doesnt even come close. to know what we mean it has to be experienced but i wish i could take that night back i dont think anything could compare to that feeling we all felt it was the scariest s**t ever
WE WERE NOT THE ONLY TENANTS OF OUR APARTMENT
My boyfriend and I lived in our last apartment for two and a half
that time, we had quite a few unexplainable things happen. I will only
describe a few. The first thing I can remember happening was when my
boyfriend and I were standing in the short hallway right outside of the
closed bedroom door. We both heard, at the same time, a knocking on the
other side of the door, about head height. We looked at each other and I
said, "I'm not going in there." My boyfriend checked out the room and there
was no one in there and nothing that we could see could have made that
particular noise. It could not have been noise from another apartment as it
was definitely about head height.
The next odd thing that happened was about 3 am in the morning. We were
sleeping and we were awakened by our dog's frenzied barking and growling.
Our dog sleeps on the bed with us and he was standing at the foot of the
bed, facing away from us toward the opposite wall, barking and growling and
bristling. At the time, we had a small aquarium with lizards in it and by
the light of the aquarium, we could see nothing that would affect the dog
like that; no insect or spider or moving shadows on the wall. We calmed
Mickey as best we could and got him to sit, but he would not lay back down
and rest. The whole time I stayed awake (probably about 30 minutes after)
Mickey was sitting, staring intently, hackles raised and tracking something
back and forth on the wall. I did fall back asleep and we were awakened a
second time with the exact same scenario. Again, we saw nothing.
That one was scary, but the scariest thing that happened to me was one
morning when I had just awakened and was laying on the bed with my back to
the open door of bedroom. I heard my name...and it sounded like someone had
burped it out. "Jill." You know what it sounds like when someone burps out a
word, right? Kind of gruff sounding. I turned over, fully expecting it to be
my boyfriend and there was no one there. I realized then that I could hear
my boyfriend in the bathroom in the shower. I rushed out of the room (its
weird how you can get so freaked out you expect something else to
happen...like I almost expected the bedroom door to close before I got to
it...thank God, it didn't). I went into the bathroom and told my boyfriend
about it and stayed with him while he finished. It freaked me out quite a
There also was a time when we were dog sitting for my boyfriend's mom.
Queenie was a tiny little white ragamuffin poodle dog. I was sitting in the
living room and she was in the room with me. My boyfriend was in the kitchen
preparing her food. He called her into the kitchen to eat and she started to
go. Abruptly, she stopped and started whining at the wall in the corner of
the living room. I watched her do this, all the while looking for something
she could be seeing...an insect or something. She then sat back on her
haunches with her front paws in the air in her "beg" stance which she does
when she wants a treat or something. Then she got back down on all fours,
looking utterly dejected, and slunk, and I mean SLUNK, out of the room. All
of this happened and I saw absolutely no cause or reason for it. I mean ,
what or who on earth could she have been begging too and for what?
The last thing I will mention was the only thing we actually saw visually.
My boyfriend and I were sitting on the couch watching a DVD. There is only
one window in the living room and it is a large sliding glass door window.
It was dark outside. There is about a foot of wall between the glass door
and the regular front door. Out of my peripheral I saw something glowing on
that area of wall between the doors. I turned to see what it was and it was
a reddish orange round orb about the diameter of a coffee can. i watched as
it slowly descended down the wall and disappeared into the floor. I was
rendered speechless and I turned to tell my boyfriend about it. He too had
watched it as he had seen it out of his peripheral as well. He said, "WHAT
I had no answer for him. I do know there was no normal explanation for it.
It could not have been head lights (or any other light source from outside
for that matter)as it was on the wall next to the window and could not have
possibly lit that wall. There was no other light source in the living room
except the TV.
We do not live in that apartment anymore...only because we wanted a bigger
place. We did not feel threatened for the most part (I did feel a little
threatened the day it said my name...the burping voice has an element of
gruff to it that is kind of scary)and actually had a lot of other little
things happen there as well like cold spots and feeling watched.
My Mom's friend, mother, and sister were driving and had a terrible car accident. My mother's friend went throught the wind shield and landed face down in the mud outside of the car. She felt someone lift her and turn her over, she saw her sister. When she arrived out of her groggy state at the hospital she found out her mother and sister had died upon impact. Short but sweet. Her sister's spirit saved her life.
Greeley, CO-University of Northern Colorado
I was working in the St. Vrain room in the University Center in a
closet where our offices filing cabinets were when all of a sudden two
of the drawers suddenly shut. In that closet there is also a bathroom
with a toilet and a bath tub. I told my boss what had happened and
she told me that a woman who used to work in the UC had killed herself
in that bathroom. From time to time, people have said that they have
heard noises coming from that room which is no longer used other than filing
The year 1981 in Salem,massachusetts my mom was only 5, she experianced
a ghost fright.It was an old house and her room was under the attic.(her
sister had gotten locked in the attic before and saw and heard something
in the attic.she said that she had saw a ghostly face come out of the wall)Afew
months after she also got locked in the attic and saw the same face.She
says that the faces came out of the ceiling and kinda looked like someone
was pushing their face into a long sheet of plastic.She says that the face
had staired at her and seemed to be somewhat frightened as if it was scared
of something about her.
Three months later she moved out of the house.while driving away she saw the ghostly face in the attic window. She never forgot the look on the ghosts face as she left. She says she is glad that the ghost stayed in that house.
2 Stories of Hauntings
Hi, I'm 16 years old and about 12 years ago I had my first encounter
with a ghost. My parents were in the midst of seperation and wanted
to talk about it this particular day. My dad had recently moved out
of our house and moved into this yellow house that was up for rent.
The man that lived there before him was an old man. The only one that lived
with him was his nurse. When he died his son decided to rent out
the house until he was ready to sell it. He left all his dad's furniture
in the house as well. My dad was the one who rented it. Anyway, my
parents were talking in the family room and since I was old enough to understand
what they were talking about they decided to send me out of the room. (My
sister was only 2 at the time) I went to go color in my dad's room, but
to get there you have to go down the hallway. At the end of the hallway
there was a picture of the man, whose house it was before, when he used
to be in the army. It was a picture of him kneeling in the grass
holding his gun. As I looked up at it, the man in the picture walked
out of th wall and began to walk towards me. I looked back up at
the picture and realized there wasn't anyone in it anymore, just the background.
As he came towards me I screamed and ran back into the family room to get
my parents. I started screaming that the man in the picture popped out
of the wall. Bewildered my mom and dad went into the hallway to check
it out. They didn't see anything but didn't doubt me for a second.
A few years later I was living at my grandmother's house. My mom was at work and my grandmother was in her garden. I went to a side of the house that no one ever usually goes to. It's just really gloomy over there. I went in search for my uncle. He lived there at the time too. His bed's headboard was a mirror so I was able to see most of the room by standing in the doorway. I saw him, through the mirror, standing at his dresser, combing his hair. I walked in and turned to face him, saying his name, and when I looked, nothing was there. I ran to the other side of the house as fast as I could. That was the last weird and unexplainable encounter I had, though, now that I'm older I wish I had more!
Footsteps Always Heard
My mother's side of the family has a history of being psychic, and
being able to see and talk to spirits. My father's side of the family,
has always been surrounded by spirits. With that information, here's some
of the things that have happened to us.
When my mom was a little girl, her younger brother Bill was almost completely deaf. One day, my grandma saw Bill sitting in his room alone, staring at something. She went into his room, and saw a baseball sitting in the middle of the room, spinning. Bill said it was a "little boy" spinning the ball. My grandma dismissed it, and went about her buisness. A few nights later, Bill was yelling about something waking him up. My grandma went into his room, and the light switches were going off and on in his room. The little boy was trying to wake him up with the lights, since noise wouldn't do the trick. My grandpa was alone in the house once, and heard glass shattering upstairs. He ran upstairs, and nothing was broken. Everything was fine. They later found out the little boy had died in a tractor accident on the land a few years before their house was built.
When my sister and I were younger, we were always afraid of the dark. We would close our closet doors so that it wouldn't scare us. One night, I woke up to hear my sister screaming, and she pointed at the closet. It was open, and she was screaming that she saw a lady dressed all in green. She screamed louder as the lady came closer to her, and reached for her, before she jumped out of bed, and ran to my mom's room. The lady visited my sister a few more times before we moved.
After my great-grandfather died, I was walking down the hallway in our house (I was about 8 years old), when I was overcome with thick cigarette smoke. No one in our house smoked, and all our windows and doors were tightly closed. When I ran out of the hallway, the smell was gone. The second I stepped into the hallway, it was as thick as ever. It was like a wall. My dad said it smelled exactly like my great-grandfather's smoke. Every now and then this will happen (no matter what house we are in).
Other strange things have happened in our house where the cords on the ceiling fan will suddenly start to spin and swing extremely fast, even when there is no draft, and the fans are off. Magnets tend to fly off of the refrigerator without warning, things disappear, and my dogs won't walk down the hallway towards my room. There are random knocks on our doors and walls from time to time, and footsteps can always be heard.
I will keep you updated as more things happen! Thanks!
China Grove / Carter's Creek
I have experienced the church at China Grove. It was once held
slaves. Supposedly you can hear the chains and singing. We
only saw doors to the church "slid" apart, when they are the ones that
open from hinges. We saw writing on the wall that wasn't any language
I knew. We didn't stay long. We had a funny feeling.
Near where I live now is a place they use to call Carter's Creek. We've heard of stories about the house for over 14 years. The house has 5 tombstones imprinted on the wood. Story is that you walk up on the porch and the tombstones disappear. Supposedly, a man shot his wife, 3 kids and self in this house and the tombstones represent the dead family. A homeless man spent the night in there. He felt someone lay on top of him in one of the beds. My ex-husband and I use to drive around looking for hauntings. We heard about this house and went a few times. We'd pace the house and there would be one light you can see in the window and a shade drawn in the next. We'd turn around down the road and drive slow and another shade would be drawn and a light in another window on. There was no one living in this house. We had another couple of people with us that saw this also. We decided one more time and when we came back by 5 big black dogs ran from the direction of the house towards our car. We scrambled to get our windows up. They were growling at us.
A day or two later, I told a friend of mine and her brother, their nephew and another friend and i went during the day to check it out. We were determined to see if the tombstones disappear. We parked near the side of the house and proceeded to walk up to the house. As soon as a friend started to put his foot on the porch a truck came barrelling outta no where and we ran back to the car. A man with black hair and black eyes holding a machete told us to get the F*** outta there. We hauled butt. We, of course, came back to look for the truck but never saw it again.
My husband, now, never heard of the stories about the house being haunted. My kids believe it is. Funny too that this house is in my husband's family. One of his aunts and her child had an experience there too. He still wants to rationalize it not being haunted.
hi my name is brian navarre i'm 37 .when i was 16 i use to live in bethlehem pa. one morning i was sitting on top of my bunk bed getting ready for school listining to channel 6 on my clock radio when i saw 2 guys standing beside my bed just staring at me . they did not say not one word to me they just stared at me. i thought at first that my dad had some people over to talk to me on how to be a better boy.well this staring went on for at least 5 minuts. then all of a suden they just disapeard right in front of my eyes.it scared me so much that wile i was walking to school my legs felt like noodles.i did not tell my dad until i was 34 years old. i did not see it again to this day.the sad thing i did was try to make every excuse to my self about what happened but nothing worked.i was wide awake when it happened
Thiese incidences happened 2 yrs ago and i'm not sure if they have
stopped as i do not want to spook my son. Basically when he was 8
yrs old, after yrs of realising something was terribly wrong and sticking
our heads in the sand, we discovered by pure fluke with exceptional coincidence
with a radio programme , [the day my son got expelled from school
], that he may have Asperger syndrome. After spending endless days
sitting at the bottom of the garden and asking him why he did these things
and getting no response, i told him we had to see an eye specialist.
He suddenly blurted out "I see people". I got scared and tried to
question him but did get that he saw people in his brother's room.
It wasn't anywhere else except later he said a girl with blonde curly hair
and a dress stood in the corner of our dining room.
He was afraid of the man in his brother's room as sometimes he only had half a body. His legs would be missing but he was tall. He had a red jumper and black trousers and shoes. By that time he was regularly plaYING A COMPUTOR GAME WITH THE GUY FROM back to the future[the professor]. He said this man looked like him but he would stare at him really hard and then turn away as if looking at something else. Looking back i remember him suddenly running down the staris in a panic and not going anywhere inthe house on his own. He said out of the corner of his eyes he sometimes saw groups of people rushing past. These were white and see through. The man in red was solid. I was terrified he had schizophrenia and the paediatrician sent him to a psychiatrist of children but she said he was not psychotic and it was probably due to his condition. Over the weeks he came out more than ever in his life and said he had dreams he was walking through a forest of bright colours that frightened him and that he often dreamt he was about to die. At the time he was very withdrawn and unhappy. We were very unhappy as a family. Thebn a few months later while he was home after having his tonsils out he sat on the sofa with me whilst playing his game boy.
Suddenly he looked up and asked if he had 3 eyes. I asked where his other eye might be. He pointed to the center of his brows. I asked if he saw 3 eyes in the mirror and showed him. He said no. He said he could see through it. That night my friend phoned who i hadn't seen for ages. She asked me to join yoga and said her tutor taught them about the spiritual eye. I couldn't believe it. Another coincidence. Later he also said he could see through walls. He doesn't speak of these things now. The only time i wonder is when i see him cautiously passing a dark room and looking a bit scared. He is very happy now and it seems the more happy he gets the less these incidences occur.
This happend only about 6 months ago. I am only 11. I live
in New York in a 50 year old house in the middle of nowhere and so behind
our house there is a creek. My dad and his girlfriend were getting married.
They built a gazebo in the backyard. So after the wedding when everyone
was haveing cake and stuff i walked back to the creek and saw who i thought
was Audrey my dads girlfriend (at that time wie). She was nieling on the
bank crying i could see her tears fall in the water and the ripples fade
away. Audrey wasnt wearing her wedding dress anymore,she was wearing someone
elses it was different and is was almost a yellow color and it was torn
on one sleeve. Audrey turned her head and she didnt she me but i saw the
side of her face and at that point i knew it wasnt Audrey. The woman turned
back and gazed into the water. She started rocking back and fourth and
whimpering. I was paralyzed with fear i reilized i had been holding my
breath and it was very cold out in the woods near the creek and it was
june and no birds were singing. I looked up into the trees looking for
birds. I brought my eyes back down and there was the woman staring at me.
Rachel? she asked her voice sounded choked. Thats my name and i screamed
inside how dose she know my name. I closed my eyes and said under my breath
"go away and leave me alone" I opened my eyes and she was gone. It got
warm as walked back to the house it was a 5 min walk but i felt a hand
on my shoulder and i dare not try and brush it off. When i got back to
the house. Every one was sitting at the gazebo. I didnt tell anyone wut
happend. I kept walking past the gazebo to inside i went in the bathroom
to go pee when i looked in the mirror on my cheek was red lipstick. Some
one had kissed me while i was back in the woods.
After Math:I never new my mother. I only now her from pictures.She killed on her wedding day. i was only 4 months old.She sliped and fell on the mud on the bank and drowned because her dress got cought at the shoulder on a log in the water. My moms favorite lipstick was deep red. I dont know if that was my mother but it sure looked like her. But why was she crying??? If you know plz e-mail me back??? Why would she being crying????
My Friends Home
well i was spending the night by my friends house and every once
and awhile wed hear weird things happening and one day we were upstairs
playing video games and my friends dad said he was going to the store to
get us some soda and some snacks. so we were playing untill we all (it
was me, my brother, and my 3 friends) heard a noise like a bag being put
on the floor and like a pound noise. so the oldest of the 3 went downstairs
to see what their dad brought us but he saw that nobody was there. so he
went back upstairs and told us and about 15 minutes later their dad came
home. and whats really weird is everytime my buddies tell their dad/or
mom about it they always say dont worry about it, or theres no such thing
and try to change the story.
My First Paranormal Experience
When I was growing up I lived in a small house for about ten years. The location of the house was kind of strange since it seemed to be placed in the grand backyard of another large house and this was downtown in the middle of a neighborhood. Anyways, the house had three bedrooms, one bathroom, an attic, one storage room beneath the stairs and another one that branched off of the kitchen. There was also a little space behind the house that was always full of vegetation and adjacent to the house was a spacious yard. Many times when my brother and I were playing in the yard, we would see someone peek around the corner of house where the little space was. My brother sometimes went into that little space and he would come back out quickly claiming someone was spying on him in there. I was so afraid of that place that no one could force me to go in there. My bedroom was another scary place for me as a child. I usually slept down stairs because I always had nightmares in that room. I remember often hearing faint whispers coming from my closet and it was always cold in there despite the summer's heat. One night I was getting ready to go to bed, and I suddenly saw someone going through my toy box. I asked why it was going through my stuff because on first glance it looked like my mother only it wore blue shorts and a red t-shirt. The apparition suddenly turned towards me and started running back and forth in front of my bed hissing and asking me what I had done. I was so terrified that I had fainted right on the spot. The next morning my mother had asked me not to play around when I was supposed to be asleep but it wasn't me who was making all that racket! There have also been a few times when my family and I were sitting down to eat or watch television and we would hear scratching noises or conversation like mbling coming from the storage room beneath the stairs. It was always cold in there as well. My brother told me once that he seen a woman that looked like my mother go right through the couch and into that storage space. My mother admits to hearing someone knock persistantly on the door to the other storage room next to the kitchen. I also overheard her tell my father that she seen someone snooping around in the space behind my house and when she went to tell that 'someone' to leave, there was absolutely no one in that area. The metal fence that separated our yard from the place next door kept bending inward with no explainable cause. We moved when I was ten because we had found a place that was better and with none of this mind boggling phenomena. A few years later my mother and I were having a conversation about the old place and my mother casually mentioned that a woman hanged herself in one of the upstairs closets because she found that her husband died of a drug overdose.
Forest City Experience
wow, I don't even know where to start except the fact that i used
to be a skeptic until three of my friends and i actually drove out there
last night. we followed directions exactly like the story told us but we
didn't even get to turn around before my truck started shaking, voices
were heard outside of the vehicle, and on a flat surface there is no way
my truck moved that fast by itself but i was the driver and it did. we
thought the 2 hour drive was worth it so we proceeded to leave everything
at that but we didn't make it far. after we turned from 660 back onto 330
we put my truck in neutral at the base of the hill and my truck didn't
move. all of a sudden it moved but not smoothly, my truck moved back in
"spurts" (stopping and than moving, stopping than moving) so we left in
a scared stupor we didn't make it far down the road until the weirdest
part happened. going towards forest city from 330 right before the bridge
my headlights turned off along with just the instrument panel lights and
not the temp. control lights, but the headlights and instrument panel lights
flickered on and off in a pattern it seemed like. the way they were
turned off wasn't even electrically possible for my truck seeing as how
the instrument panel lights, headlights, and temp. lights are all controlled
by the same dial. After we all thought we were going crazy someone from
the oncoming direction stopped to see if we needed help since my lights
were going on and off by themselves but i told them i wasn't doing that
to the lights and i had no idea why they were going on and off. after the
lights stopped acting up we found ourselves behind a small pickup, I drive
a ford ranger pickup and my lights point down on the road and have never
been reflected in someones rear window. I made sure we were all seeing
these "headlight reflections" in the rear window of the truck in front
of us. what threw me off is my truck is a 93' with square headlights and
the yellow turn signal right underneath, the headlight reflection in the
rear window of the truck in front of us were ovalish with no yellow turn
signal lights anywhere and the lights in the reflection made it appear
that i was swerving and no i wasn't on anything and the other three witnesses
in my truck can back me up that i was driving near to perfectly straight
and so was the truck in front of me. also, the reflection of the lights
was clear like the lights belonged to another car driving in reverse in
front of the other truck. if anyone knows what events took place to make
that road how it is they should e-mail me and let me know also, there were
large white birds that may or may not have been native to that road but
flew very fast about 20ft in front of my truck on 660.
My grand-ma came to visit me so she had to sleep in my room for a
whole week. Bcuz my grandpa committed suicide so..
I had to sleep in the living room.. My house is haunted but at that time it didn't really bother me.
Well I was barely falling asleep, the ceiling fan was on low.
I was sleeping on my back then all of a sudden i felt something cold touch my cheek and pulled my hair out of my face. I got so scared.
But i was just telling myself that i was probably just dreaming this happened around 12 a.m. So i didn't let it bother me so maybe 5-10 minutes passed and i heard little footsteps walking in the hall. It sounded like highheels but it seemed like a little girl.
I didn't want to look in the hallway i was to scared plus it was so pitch blck.
i jumped up and turned on the light and sat back down to see if i would hear the noise again. So i sat down for 5 min. nothing happened i didn't hear anything else. So i left the light on and just laid down, as soon as i laid down i heard it again but it was getting closer, i was so scared i didn't kno whut to do.
So finally i got the nerve to call my mom. I was crying to her after when i calmed down i told her whut i heard. She told me to sleep with my brother 2morrow night because she has to work nightshifts. (i couldn't sleep with my grandma because she snores way to loud) So i told my mom i would
Well my mom had took off to work and she wouldn't come back to 6 a.m. so it was already time to go to bed. I was scared to death i didn't want to go to bed because i didn't want to hear or see anything. but i had to. well me and my bro laid down we talked a little bit 30 min later he fell asleep and i was getting sleepy myself i didn't hear anything so i turned to my side facing my brother and closed my eyes. I was barely falling asleep and i heard ALOUD BANGING on the dresser. (itz outside my bro's room cuz its real big and it wouldn't fit in the room) I was so scared. It sounded like it was banging it with a brush. My room was right across from my brothers room thats where my grandma was sleeping and the door was open so i was so scared because i couldn't believe my brother didn't hear it nor my grandma. I thought i was going crazy or something. When the banging was going on i swore i heard a little giggle from a little girl. I was so in shock. i couldn't move, so i moved my arm and punched my brother in the back but once i moved my arm all of a sudden it just stopped. My brother got scared he didn't know whut was going on cuz i just punched him. He didn't know what to do because i was crying so he ran and called my grandma, My grandma hugged me and told me whats wrong and i told her everything.
So i just went to lay down with her and i didn't hear a thing.
Finally my mom came and my grandma told her what had happen.
So she told me that the next night just to sleep with grandma i told her i would but she just snores way to loud. So she said she didn't know what to do. So i told her i would sleep in my room tonight and she can sleep in the living room and ill leave the door open and if i need her ill call her. so my mom told my grandma she was fine with it.
My mom went to work, I had school tomorrow so i laid down around 10:30, and i told my brother just to sleep with me that night. so he was like ok. so he did, well i was just falling asleep and i heard my door opening more (my door creaks) i flung my eyes wide open ( i was facing the wall) i didn't even want to look back, but i was so curious to see who it is. So i turned around slowly and no one was there and i heard a giggle. I just told myself my mind is playing tricks on me. So i turned back around and then like 5 minutes later i heard little footsteps UNDER MY BED!...OH MY GOD i was so scared i thought i was gonna have a major heart attack my heart was pounding so HARD!...I heard it go to my feet and walk right back up to my head (under the bed)...I didn't know whut to do so i had to move my bro so he would wake up, so i whispered to him "gary, wake up" once i whispered that to him it just stopped he was like whut is it now, i told him that i heard it again..i just wanted to bust into tears cuz i thought i was just turing insane. So he got up and called my grandma. My grandma didn't know whut to do so i slept with her once again. I didn't go to school the next morning because i couldn't get any sleep at all. My mom was getting worried about me so she called my sister and told her what was going on (my sister is christian and she goes to church and stuff)..well when she told her that she told my mom that she wanted to take me to church with her so she agreed so did i.
Well my sister took me to church with her and she told the pastor what was happening to me and they prayed over me it felt so good.
well church was over already i felt great and all but i was still scared to go to sleep bcuz i was tramatized with those noises. so when night came it was 10 p.m. already i was so scared to close my eyes but i just told myself that i just went to church and i shouldn't be scared anymore.So when i was falling asleep i didn't hear anything anymore from now on till this day i haven't had any problems but still even thought i went to church i still believe in ghosts cuz..well every now and them ill hear them but it doesn't bother me. but i still believe
Hello, my name is Kait, I'm 14 and currently live in a small town
Tullahoma in Tennessee. I lived in Mississippi all my life then I was
forced to come live in this place. First we lived in a two bedroom house
with my 33 year old sister her husband and 2 children. Yes, we were very
crammed. Then we finally got ourselves an apartment. After a couple of
months Tami, my sister, offered the upstairs of her new house. the house
was rented under the same landlord as our apartment. Well we agreed to
move in. After we had everything out of storage we decided to sell the
things we didn't need anymore. We had a huge garage sale. Some of the
people that had bought things stopped to talk about the house. It used
to be a beauty parlor. our living room was where they washed the hair.
It was a fairly big house and pretty creepy to be in alone. Well each
person had the same story of a woman and her husband who had gotten a
divorce. The husband claimed the house and died sometime earlier. I have
pretty bad memory but I know it was something to that extent. Anyway, I
would sometimes feel a cold rush of air pass me when I was alone and
there was no way that air could reach me. I also had a very odd feeling
when passing the attic door. I had been tempted to open it from time to
time but every time I reached for the door handle my stomach would lurch
and I would freak out. One night I was on the computer just browsing
through some sites wen one of my friends from the coast wanted a web cam
conversation. So I agreed and we turned on the cams. Kim, my friend had
no idea about the house and then asked me who was behind me. I told her
I was alone and she said that someone was behind me. Since I have bad
memory I swore that I had told her when I suddenly realized that I had
not and turned to find a dark silhouette hovering over me. I instantly
screamed and ran straight through it into my parents room leaving the
camera on. Luckily I still have that footage on my computer. After I had
ran through it showed a very wrinkled old man. He looked sad and
despaired. His look broke my heart. Finally I settled down only to be
awakened by my sister pounding on my bed room door around 2:00 in the
morning. I jumped out of bed and opened the door to see my sister
frightened. Without saying a word she immediately jerked me downstairs
into her office to find everything destroyed. Her desk was knocked over
and her computer shattered, her cabinet was open with the doors
apparently wrenched off of it. Everything was strewn all over the floor.
After I settled her down she told me she heard crashing and ran out to
see everything flying everywhere. I was surprised it didn't wake up my
nieces who are right across from it. Or anyone else in the house. I
sleep like a rock so I could understand that but it was just to odd.
Well after a couple more experiences with the water faucets I had the
one that was going to drive me out. See I hate music boxes they scare me
really bad. I don't know why. I guess it's just the jingles they play
that are so freaky. But one night my dad and I were in our living room
and we heard a music box playing which sent me into a panic attack. I
totally freaked out. My dad opened the closet to find one of our old
trinkets spinning around playing the song "It's A Small World After All"
I didn't think much of the spinning until I remember IT DOESN'T SPIN! So
ran out of the house and refused to go back in it until I felt someone
touch me on the back which scared the hell out of me. So I gave in and
went in my bed room and put my headphones on until I fell asleep. Around
3:00 in the morning my dad came and woke me up and told me that he heard
someone tapping on the window. I told him it could have been a tree or
something. Then he told me not tapping knocking. Like knocking. I said
"probably some stupid...." The I stopped dead and though we're on the
second floor. Well needless to say next day we finally got the apartment
we wanted and were out of there before nightfall. In Mississippi, our
house was haunted but I mean that house, there was something really
wrong with it. Well, that's all I have for you for now. Maybe I will
tell you one of my old stories later. Thanks for reading hope you
Funeral Home Crow
We recently relocated our auto parts store. The new location in across the street from a well established funeral home. We have noticed that a crow will come to the front door facing the funeral home and peck at the door and "Squawk" loudly. We thought this was very odd, but the odd part is that we noticed that every time the crow comes to the door, within a few minutes the funeral home will send out their "pickup hearse". I thought it was just a fluke the first time or two, but it has become more frequent. I thought we had finally rid ourselves of the crow when I learned that they had a body of a person I knew over there. I thought that person had died that day. As it turned out the person had passed away the night before and been picked up by the funeral home at night. So, since then the crow has visited us upon the hearse pulling out.
My Daughter and I
In 1995, I moved to a small town in Nebraska with my boyfriend. The
house was his mothers and fathers, and they had used it as a rental property.
Being elderly, they did not check on the condition of the house while they
had renters, as they lived about an hour from the property. We drove thru
town for them and found the property abandoned and virtually in a shambles.
Water damage...carpet destroyed...garbage through the entire house. It
was terrible. We agreed to move there and clean up the house and resore
it to living condition. For the first month or so....we spent around the
clock cleaning and getting rid of trash and debris. My boyfriend was around
when he wasnt working. Nothing unusual happened.
He then got a job trucking over the road and would be gone a few weeks at a time. It was hard being alone, so I thought that the things I was experiencing were just things I was making up in my head. Just my mind playing tricks on me. I now believe that wasnt the case.
At first, I just felt like I wasnt alone in the house. That feeling you get when the hair on your neck stands up and you get the chills down your spin. When I would be sitting in the main room, it felt as if someone was walking up behind me. I would turn around to find nothing was there. But after a few minutes I would get the same feeling and constantly be looking over my shoulder. I would just try to laugh it off....but the feeling never left me. The first time I really felt my fears were valid was very late one night as I got up to use the bathroom. As I walked out of the bedroom and thru the kitchen, I could hear footsteps coming up behind me. As if someone was stomping. When I got to the bathroom I slammed the door and started to cry. I was so scared. I stood there for what felt like a lifetime. When I didnt hear anything for a while, I opened the door and ran back to the bedroom, jumped into bed and closed my eyes tight. All night I heard a scratching type noise coming from only one wall in the bedroom. It was the wall where the basement steps were. It sounds crazy, but from that night on, I locked the door that led to the basement. Because I felt a terrible uneasiness walking past it. I would share my story with Eric when he would come home. But he just laughed at me and said that it was my imagination. Little did he know....
A few weeks later, he was home for the weekend and we were getting ready to go out. I was in the bathroom getting ready and he was in the bedroom. He walked thru the kitchen and all of a sudden the footsteps came up behind him. The same loud stomping sounds I had experienced. Eric froze and I swear the color drained from his face. He looked at me, his eyes wide. I asked him if he believed me now and he said he did. He had the same uneasy feeling when he walked past the basement door. One he didnt feel prior to the stomping. He didnt laugh at my stories anymore.
When I would walk thru the house, I would feel as if something was following me. This feeling would be day or night. Except at night, the house would turn ice cold. And at night was when most of the things happened. One night as I was walking thru the dining room, I turned around and thought I saw the figure of a man. He was following the path I was taking. I closed my eyes and asked him to please stop following me. When I opened my eyes, I still had the feeling something was there, but I couldnt see anything. Was it my imagination?
We lived in the house from September of 1995 till March of 1996. I found out I was pregnant in February of 1996 and we began looking for a house to buy. I told Eric I didnt want to live in that house because it made me feel very stressed, and I was already a high risk pregnancy. We moved in March and I remember saying to Eric that I was glad that our "spirit" couldnt go with us. I also wish I could say this is where my story ends....but I cant.
Everything was pretty quiet after the move. I didnt have the uneasy feeling in the new house and I felt very comfortable. The baby room was at the back of the house. The only downside to that room was that the door to the crawlspace was in there and we would have to lift the carpet to get to it. The water heater and fuse box were down there. So I had no real reason to be down there. Emma was born in October of that year. She was a wonderful baby! She would sleep thru the night and was never much trouble. She started talking at about 8 months old. At about 9 months is when she would start waking in the night screaming. I would run in and she would be standing in her crib, just sobbing. This would happen at about the same time every night. So I figured it was just her schedule changing and it was her way of getting my attention. At about a year old is when she would start pointing at the floor in her room saying "man mama, man". And at about 18 months was the first time I realized something wasnt right. I was changing Emma diaper in my room and we were giggling and playing when Emma stopped cold and started to stare at the bedroom entry way. I asked Emma what she was looking at and she said "Man". I felt the hairs on my neck stand up. I asked Emma what the man was doing and she replied "Looking at you". I told Emma to tell the man to go away. She said "Go man!". After I was done with her diaper, she got down off the bed and walked over to the couch by the large window in the living room. She was staring out the window "at the man" she said. "He's looking at me".
Emma would still wake from time to time at night, screaming out for me. When she was about 3 is when she told me the man would crawl out of her floor and stare at her. I asked her how long he had been doing this. She said "for a long time". I believe that it had been happening since she was an infant, and that it was the man that would make her scream for me. I dont know if we brought him with us from the old house. I dont know if things like that are possible. But the fact that my daughter saw a man and that I feel that what I saw in the first house was a man, seems to be too much of a common thread.
She saw the man from time to time. He didnt seem to scare her unless it was in the night when he would come thru her floor. I had my second daughter in August of 1999. She didnt have the same experiences as Emma. In 2001, my marriage ended and I moved back to my home town. When I was leaving the house, I said out loud that the spirit was not welcome to come with us and laughed when Emma said the same thing. I knew I wasnt alone in my experiences. Nothing happened to us after that. Although my ex husband said that the pipes in the house burst shortly after I left and that he came home to find the house in shambles. He was still driving truck over the road when we seperated and the house would stand empty when he was gone. I dont know if someone maybe broke in...or if our "spirit" just didnt like being alone. Eric sold the house about a year later.
We dont talk about the man at all. But, it made me believe. And made me have respect for things unknown.
A Ghost in the Hollow
Ok' this happened to me when I was 6 or 7.Me and siblings were swinging on a rope that my brother put in a tree for us.It turned dark on us and every one else was going but, I was still wanting to play so I swung around for a few more minutes and then got done.As I was getting to cross the little creek near by I noticed over my shoulder someone behind me as I looked more with the chills and scared stiff I noticed he didn't have a head.Now mind you this was during the summer and it was a warm night so the chill had to be him.With a terrified voice I called to my half-brother to come get me and reluctently he did.Thank GOD he did cause if I stood there any longer i'd done one of two things, wet all over myself while crying or fainted.Now rumor/stories have it that it's the ghost of a woman's husband.Now not for sure but, she cut his head off for some evil reason or so and disposed of it.Along with this the house the both of them lived in is haunted you can see glowing orbs exactly where she hung her son in the barn and you can hear an organ playing in the main part of the house.Needless to say I don't stay in the hollow with my grandparents at all.Plus i've been told the whole hollow from the top of the ridge to the mouth of it is all haunted by many ghosts.CREEPY.Thanks for reading.
When I was 13 We were living in New York my brother and I shared a bedroom and one night I went to bed (EVERYONE WAS ASLEEP MOM DAD BROTHER) and I was asleep for a while...when suddenly in my dreams I heard soft circus music. I awoke and wondered if there was a circus outside to me ( it had gotten so loud.) I looked outside and I saw a man with something on his shoulder it looked like a little person sitting. As He got closer to my window ( I was peeking out the curtain) He stopped and looked directly at me and his little shoulder person did too He was wearing a black derby and a long black trench coat. I turned around and tired to wake my brother. He looked wide awake and told me there was someone at the door for me. I went and looked at the peep hole and a small eye was looking at me then it went back to it's position it was the little guy and then the derby hat man was looking in the peep hole they wanted to come in the little guy was working at the screws on the hinges.... I was pertrified I ran back to bed went under the covers and prayed hard I was still praying when I saw daylight pass by my window and started hearing my family getting up I asked my brother and he said he heard circus music in his dream but remembered he had a dream where he was standing in our room and n ne was there.I walked to the door and I saw screws loose on the floor sprawled out. Noone knows this story until now
on august 29,1982 my grandma died of a heart attack almost five years
later my aunt and my mom and dad and brother and i were all asleep we
were suddenly awakened by a music box that my mom had bought my grandma
for one of her birthdays.it was around 3:00 a.m. that it started to play
happy birthday. honestly i think it was a gods gift from heaven telling
us that grandma made it and since i didnt get a chance to say goodbye or
i love you, i do believe she was telling us goodbye and she was ok .
HI MY NAME IS VAL I'M WRITING IN REFERENCE TO THE GHANDI MONSTER. WELL I BELIEVE HIM. I THINK I SAW SOMETHING LIKE THAT WHEN I WAS 14 YEARS OLD. I WAS AT HOME WITH MY MOM AND LITTLE SISTER AND MY DOG EWOKA. WELL MY AUNT AND MY COUSIN COME OVER MY COUSIN AND I ARE RUNNING AROUND THE HOUSE WITH MY DOG CHASING US.FIRST LET ME EXPLAIN THE FRONT OF OUR HOUSE , THERE ARE BUSHES LINED IN FRONT OF THE HOUSE. WELL LET ME CONTINUE WE'RE RUNNING AROUND THE HOUSE WE END UP RUNNING TO MY MOMS ROOM RIGHT OUTSIDE HER WINDOW IS A BUSH A LITTLE OFF TO THE SIDE. MY DOG STARTS BARKING AT THE WINDOW SO WE LOOKED OUT SIDE TO SEE IF ANYBODY DROVE UP INTO THE DRIVEWAY.AND THERE IN THE BUSH WAS LIKE A LITTLE TROLL LOOKING THING GIVING ME THIS EVIL GRIN. I TOLD MY COUSIN TO LOOK SHE FREAKED OUT ,THIS WHOLE TIME MY DOG IS STILL BARKING AT THE WINDOW. WE RUN BACK INTO THE LIVING ROOM TO TELL OUR PARENTS. OF COURSE THEY DIDN'T BELIEVE US. BUT I KNOW WHAT I SAW . BECAUSE OF THAT AND ANOTHER INCIDENT I FOIL UP MY WINDOWS. WELL THANKS FOR READING MY STORY. I HAVE PLENTY MORE BUT THATS FOR A LATER TIME.
HAUNTING AT SHILOH CEMETERY
JUST TO SHARE A PERSONAL EXPERIANCE, I WAS WALKING THROUGH SHILOH CEMETARY ONE DAY AFTER SCHOOL. I HAD BEEN BACK IN THE CEMETARY BEFORE AND HAVE SEEN A NUMBER OF OPEN GRAVES FROM THIEVES STEALING JEWELRY. AS I WALKED DOWN THE LEAF COVERED DIRT ROAD, I HEARD SOMEONE WALKING UP BEHIND ME. IT WAS ABOUT 4PM AND STILL PLENTY OF DAYLIGHT OUT. I THOUGHT IT WAS THE GROUNDS KEEPER SO I HID IN THE BRUSH OFF TO THE SIDE OF THE ROAD. THE FOOTSTEPS IN THE LEAVES THEN SOUNDED AS IF THEY STARTED TO RUN. AS THE RUNNING STEPS CAME BY ME, I COULD ACTUALLY SEE THE LEAVES KICKING UP AS IF SOMEONE WAS RUNNING PAST ME! I HAVE NEVER BEEN MORE SCARED IN MY LIFE, AND IF THAT HAD NEVER HAPPENED TO ME I WOULD NOT BELIEVE IN HAUNTINGS BUT LET ME TELL YOU THAT MADE ME A BELIEVER.
Ghostly Phone Calls
My story begins in 1976. I was in college . A friend
and I were
looking for an apartment to share in a nicer part of the city. We were
lucky to get one on a tree lined avenue. The neighborhood was mixed
with well-kept victorian homes that had been made into apartments and
post WWII apartment buildings.
The owner of our "modern" building told us this had been done to relieve
a housing shortage during and after the war. He also said that some of
the older members of the neighborhood still did not like younger people
moving in so we were not to have wild parties, etc.- hey it was the
70's. Actually, ,my room mate and I were too busy going to school and
working, and besides our boyfriends lived in the "party" neighborhoods.
The first thing we noticed was that none and I mean none of the people
in our building were friendly toward us. Usually, they wouldn't make
any eye contact or only mumble a hello and walk away quickly. We
thought this was very weird. We had the basement apartment next to the
laundry room and still we just didn't seem to exist. The next thing
that we noticed was that there was always little to no noise. We
wouldn't hear those usual noises of people walking up the stairs or
opening and closing doors and windows. Our schedules were so different
that my room mate and I would rarely be at the apartment at the same
time but we would talk about how strange the vibes were in the
building. Then after we'd been there about two months the phone calls
started. They would come usually late at night when I was alone - with
my boyfriend working late and my roomate gone. They would always be the
same... the phone would ring - I would answer - no one would be on the
line but there would be soft music playing in the background. I would
hang up and that would be the end of it until the next time. After
several of these calls over the next couple of months, I noticed
something. The music in the background was always the same soft jazz no
vocals type tune - I mean the same one everytime. I finally told my
boyfriend and it really scared him. He thought someone was after me and
so he started coming over after work and there was never a call as long
as he or my room mate was there with me. I don't know why, but it was
several more months before my room mate and I actually talked about my
phone calls. Then the kicker came...she had been getting the same calls
too but only when she was in our apartment alone. This scared the holy
sh** out of us! Then my boyfriend said something about an apartment
down the street that had a big picture window with a huge victorian lamp
sitting in it. The lamp was always on 24/7 and we never saw anyone go
in or out of the place. My boyfriend said that it was on no matter what
time he drove by at 2:30 AM or whatever to get to my place. Well, we
decided that when summer came we were going to find a new place to live.
When the day came that we were moving, a neighbor from the house next
door came out and started making conversation. weird again! The lady
said that she was sorry to see us go and that we had stayed there the
longest - meaning our apartment. She said that many people had gotten
the phone calls - remember the numbers would have been changed - and
that some felt it had to do with the apartment down the street with the
big victorian lamp. She had heard that an old lady had lived in the
apartment with the lamp and her son had moved to the apartment we had
lived in. He had been killed in a car accident and the mother had died
a few years later. The relatives had never cleaned out the old lady's
apartment because they owned the building and just hadn't done it.
Needless to say,we were all freaked out. It was about five or six years
before I could drive down that avenue again and my boyfriend/now
significant other would NEVER drive past my old apartment for as long as
we lived in that city!!
I encountered what I believe was a ghost a few years ago. I
was about 18
years old and living alone while going to college. One night, I was awoken
by a woman's voice calling my name. She called to me at least twice that I
remember in a very upbeat and friendly manner, just as someone would call
their child or friend. I knew there could not have been anyone in the
apartment with me, as I lived alone and had no family living in the area.
I had just purchased a Queen sized bed a few weeks before, and I had been
sleeping right at one edge of it facing the doorway of the bedroom. After I
heard the woman caling to me, I then felt someone climb up on to the bed
behind me, crawl across to where I was lying, and lay down behind me (along
side me) and drape their arm over me. It seemed to be a conforting guesture
on their part. I was quite scared, as this was the first time I had ever
experienced something like this, so I closed my eyes and lay still, as I was
not sure what to do. I fell asleep like this and in the morning the ghost
The next day I spoke to a friend's Mother, who was quite experienced with
seeing and dealing with ghosts. She told me that it seemed to be a friendly
ghost, perhaps a past relative who was simply letting me know they were
watching me. I was still worried about the ghost coming back, even though
it seemed friendly, so I was told to simply tell the ghost 'Thank You' and
please not to come back. After I did this the next night, I have never had
a repeat experience.
Wow, I did not know so many people seen ghost like this.Well I have
only read a few of these storys, because I'm doing a research paper in
english, but anyway I'll tell you some of my story's, first of all
I was born with a veil over my head, so spooks love to miss with me, I
am only 18 but the sightings are getting worst, My story's are nothing
but the honest true, I was raised in the burned islands of
North Carolina, but there was something special about the land I lived
on. a long time ago it was were they beried Indians, and we built our house
right on top of it. but died Indians are not the only thing that lives
there, I've meet demons. I know it sounds strange. but he loved to pick
on my family along time ago. I was five years old when I first saw
him, I was slepping on a bed across from my parents, when I woke up one
nite and saw a black
figure sitting on the end of my parents bed, seeing nothin but red eyes and very white dog looking teeth, he ws looking at me and grining. It made my crawl all over, but I thought it was my imagineation, until the next nite when I took my fist bath, alone. I had got done and looked in the mirrior, and my reflection started smileing at me,my skin turned a dark brown, so needless to say I booked it out of there very quickly.
That nite it got real bad for me and my family. about 11:00 I started to feel safer, so we decided to go to sleep. right when we said good nite, little childern started beating the side of the house chanting something when on for hour but finally stop and we went to bed the next day the underground wires had been pulled out of the ground, at least 3 ft or so high. and to give you a little taste of how strong they are it took five fully grown men to even try to push the wires back into the ground, and after that alot of strange stuff happen, but the demon was no where to be found, I think the childern were helping us.but hes been coming back off and on. like he'll come and whisper in my ear "I'm going to kill you", and when I ask him who he is he simple replys "the devil" really scare me, sometimes it scares me so bad I just stat crying and screming
so if you ever see or meet a demon, find pastor as soon as you can because that is the only way your going to get it to go away, Jesus is the best thing to have one your side, don't get me wrong I have ghost story's too, but its late and I have to go to school tomorrow, so if it's alright I'll tell you some of my ghost story's tomorrow, and if you won't to ask me questions then ask me, I know I'm yong but I know alot about ghost, my veil is so strong that I can see animal
ghost, and even ghost in public places, in the middle of the day, they are not the ones you see in your homes, they look so real, might be hard to believe, but there ture
HELLO, ITS KIND OF FUNNY TALKING ABOUT THIS WITH SOMEONE OUTSIDE
OF UR FAMILY BUT SINCE I FOUND YOUR SIGHT, I WILL SHARE THIS WITH YOU AND
TAKE IT FOR WHAT ITS WORTH.
IT REALLY STARTED AROUND FEBRUARY OR MARCH OF 2000. IT WAS AFTER MY FATHER HAD DIED OF CANCER. MY WIFE AND CHILDREN AND ME HAD MOVED OUT OF THE HOUSE THAT I HAD GROWN UP IN. IT WAS A REGULAR NIGHT IN SAN FRANCISCO AND ME AND MY WIFE HAD EATEN DINNER AND RETIRED TO OUR ROOM TO WATCH T.V. I HAD GONE INTO THE KITCHEN TO GET A DRINK FROM THE FAUCET AND THE RESTROOM IS TO THE RIGHT. I SEEN WHO I THOUGHT WAS MY WIFE WALK INTO THE BATHROOM AND SHUT THE DOOR. I PAID NO MIND AT THE TIME BUT AFTER A WHILE I REALIZED THE BATHROOM LIGHT WAS OFF AND I HEARD NOTHING FROM THE OTHER SIDE. I CALLED TO MY WIFE AND HEARD HER ANSWER ME FROM THE ROOM. I FELT A COLD CHILL COME OVER ME, I HAD SEEN SOMETHING AND SEEN THE DOOR SHUT. I OPENED THE DOOR AND NOTHING WAS THERE. I WALKED BACK INTO THE BEDROOM AND TOLD MY WIFE ABOUT WHAT I HAD JUST SEEN. WITHIN A MONTH, WE WERE MOVING TO LAS VEGAS TO GET AWAY FROM THE BAY AREA AND THE MEMORIES OF THE LOSS OF MY FATHER.
WITHIN TWO MONTHS OF MOVING THERE, WE STARTED HAVING LITTLE THINGS HAPPEN AROUND THE APARTMENT, I DONT KNOW THE LAWS OF THE AFTERLIFE BUT IT FELT LIKE THERE WAS SOMETHING FALLOWING US FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO LAS VEGAS. MY WIFE AND I WERE ACROSS THE STREET BUYING SOMETHING AT THE STORE WHILE OUR SONS WERE IN THE HOUSE WITH THEIR BEST FRIEND. WHEN WE WALKED IN THE DOOR, OUR CHILDREN WERE ON THE PATIO SCARED OUT OF THEIR WITS AND AS SOON AS WE WALKED THROUGH THE DOOR, THEY WERE RUNNING OUT OF IT.
I CAUGHT MY OLDER SON AND ASKED HIM WHAT HAD HAPPENED AND HE SAID THAT SOMETHING HAD CAME OUT OF THE CEILING OF THEIR ROOM AND HAD "FLOATED" INTO THEIR BATHROOM AND SHUT THE DOOR. THEIR FRIEND HAD SEEN IT ALSO AND WAS VERY AFFRAID TO COME BACK INTO THE HOUSE.
MONTHS LATER WE HAD ANOTHER EXPERIENCE HAPPEN WHEN ME AND MY WIFE WERE WATCHING T.V. AND IN THE CORNER OF MY EYE, I WATCHED ONE OF THE KITCHEN CABINET DOORS SWING OPEN. I HAD NEVER ACTUALLY SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THAT BEFORE, IT WASN'T A SCARY THING BUT VERY SUREAL.
LATER THAT NIGHT AS WE WERE SITTING ON THE COUCH, ONE OF THE CORNERS OF OUR DINING ROOM HAD GOTTEN REALLY DARK, NOT LIKE A LIGHT HAD BEEN TURNED OFF BUT REALLY DARK LIKE LOOKING INTO A ENDLESS HOLE WHERE THERE WASNT ANYTHING LEFT. I FELT A FELLING OF DREAD COME OVER ME AND FELT LIKE SOMEONE WAS LOOKING AT ME AND THEY WERENT HAPPY.
MY WIFE FELT THIS ALSO AND WE BOTH GOT UP AND STARTED TOWARDS THE KIDS ROOM. OUR DOG WAS ALREADY IN THERE AND SHE WAS SITTING UP WITH A LOOK LIKE SHE COULD SEE SOMETHING. WE TURNED ON ALL THE LIGHTS BUT THEY DIDNT SEEM TO BRIGHTEN THE ROOM VERY MUCH AT ALL. WE STARTED YELLING FOR IT TO LEAVE OUR HOUSE AND NEVER COME BACK. THE DREAD DIDNT LEAVE MY BODY FOR QUITE A LONG TIME.
THERE WAS A TIME WHERE MY OLDER SON SEEN A FACE LOOKING AT HIM FROM THE CEILING OF HIS ROOM AND RAN INTO OURS CRYNG.
WELL, ONE OF THE LAST EXPERIENCES THAT I PERSONALLY HAVE TO TELL BEFORE I GO IS THIS, I WAS LAYING IN BED BEFORE GOING TO SLEEP AND WAS WATCHING THE NEWS AND THIS DARK SHADOW ROLLED UP THE WALL AND ACROSS THE CEILING AND THROUGH THE WALL AND WAS GONE.
LATER THAT NIGHT, I WOKE UP TO A COLD CHILL AND REALIZED THAT I COULN'T MOVE AT ALL AND WAS WIDE AWAKE. I FELT SOMEONE BEHIND ME, LOOKING AT ME. I TRIED TO REACH FOR MY WIFE NEXT TO ME BUT COULDN'T, I TRIED TO SCREAM BUT NOTHING WOULD COME OUT. I WAS PARALIZED COMPLETELY AND THERE WAS NOTHING I COULD DO. I DON'T REALLY KNOW HOW LONG THAT IT LASTED BUT IT FELT LIKE FOREVER. I GUESS I FELL BACK TO SLEEP AFTER A WHILE BUT IT WAS FRESH IN MY MIND WHEN I WOKE UP. I DO BELIEVE IN THE AFTER-LIFE AND THINK THAT MOST GHOSTS ARE THERE IN A INCOMPACITATED STATE BUT I'LL TELLYOU WHAT, I WILL NEVER FORGET THIS AS LONG AS I LIVE NOR WILL MY CHILDREN.
THANK YOU FOR LISTENING TO THIS AND HOPE THAT MAYBE OTHER PEOPLE WILL COME TO TERMS WITH THEIR EXPERIENCES AS I JUST HAVE.