Old House and 2 Stories
Twenty-five years ago, my husband and I bought a house that had been
built about 1900. Two strange things happened. One evening I was home
alone watching TV when my cat stood up, arched her back, and her hair
stood up. Then, from my pantry off the kitchen, I heard the sound of
something crashing and glass breaking. I was afraid to go back there,
so I went across the street to a friend's house until my husband got off
work at 11 p.m. We went into the pantry and never found anything out of
place or broken.
Another time, I saw my husband off to work on the night shift and went
upstairs and got in bed to read. A few minutes later, I heard someone
coming up the steps and I called out to my husband, thinking he had
forgotten something. When no one answered, I got up to check and no one
was there. I checked the entire house. I got back in bed and a few
minutes later, someone started up the steps again. I locked my bedroom
door and stayed inside all night!
Haunted Beauty School.
I attend a beauty school in Australia and myself, the other 3 students
and my teacher honestly think it is haunted. Actually, its not really that
impossible considering the school was renovated out of an extremely old
house, I'm talking over 100 years old. 'Our' ghost loves to fiddle with
the radio in the nail room. It turns the volume up and down, up and down,
in the end someone gets so annoyed by it that they tell ghosty to cut it
out- and it does! There isn't usually much action apart from the radio
thing when we are actually there, its when we are not there thet the party
starts. A few times I have gotten to school early and as I sit on the step
waiting for someone to come unlock the door I can hear rattling pots and
pans and numerous thumps come from inside the house. The same happens when
I am sitting on the step waiting to get picked up. Plus, a few times I
have gotten there and found the back doors unlocked, so I go inside and
no-one is there. When my teacher comes she is usually baffled as to why
the doors are open when no-one has the key but her and the principal, and
each time the principal swears she hadn't been there.
I know these arn't really scary things but I find it interesting and it just shows you that anywhere can have a ghost.
I am not sure if this qualifies as a ghost story because I am unsure
of it's meaning. First let me start by saying I have always been different.
My mother is highly sensitive and predicted the death of my father as well
as that same inner knowing saved me from death as a child for what would
have been a tragic automobile accident. All these things are too numerous
to go into here.
Perhaps I inherited some of these thing from my mother. Along with this my other senses are more acute than anyone else that I know including my sense of smell. All of these things at one time or another have been both a blessing and a curse. There are very few people I talk to about these things for fear of ridicule. My wife my mother and a couple of very close friends are the only ones I have ever spoke with. I will now share this with you.
This story starts when I was six months old as told to me by my mother but I will start with the incident first. It happened about fifteen years ago at a local cemetery. I was married to my former wife at the time. A friend of ours had recently passed away and we were visiting his grave site. After we said our good-byes we noticed that it was a very old cemetery and began to read the names and dates off the headstones.
After about fifteen minutes of walking around we noticed an old woman walking down the street parallel with the cemetery. She walked with a rather odd limp as if she had one bad foot and moved very slowly. She was a lady of rather tall stature possibly five feet nine inches and dressed entirely in black. She could not have been more than twenty feet from us and It was a spring afternoon so I got a good look at her. She was dressed odd and out of date. Maybe wearing what a woman what have worn in the early nineteen twenties.
My former wife made a comment under her breath about her shopping for her clothes in an antique store. While all of these things are certainly odd it would not be unusual to see a woman possibly in her late sixties or early seventies dressed out of date and certainly the color black was appropriate of someone in mourning but that's not what struck me. I immediately sensed something was wrong. It was not the feeling of fear or dread or the premonitions I am so familiar with. This was much different and I knew something was wrong with what I was seeing. She looked completely solid like any human being would but I knew she was different.
As she got directly in front of us she stopped and turned to face us. She looked directly at me with a look I can only describe as recognition. She smiled very sweetly and nodded her head and turned and started to walk away. My wife looked at me with a perplexed look on her face and asked me, "Do you know her from some place?"
I was about to answer my wife when I looked back and the old woman had vanished. It was like she never was there. she could not have been out of my sight for more than a couple seconds. I grabbed my wife be the arm and pushed her toward the car because she seemed frozen. Maybe it was the shock of what she just saw.
We did not speak about it till later that evening and than we began to compare notes maybe just to reassure each other that what we had witnessed was not a hallucination. After that we never spoke of it till about two or three months later we were over visiting my mother.
I am not sure how the subject came about but I began to tell my mother what happened to us in the cemetery. She listened very intently to the story. After I had finished she asked me to describe the old woman to her in detail. She began to tell me something she had never told me before.
According to my mother when I was six months old she my father and my older brother took a train trip back to my fathers home state of Texas. She had never met my fathers mother and family and my father wanted his mother to meet his wife and son's. We were only there a few days when I became very ill with a fever. It was decided that possibly the climate change was the problem so my parents cut short their vacation and boarded a train for home.
On the way home they had to stop the train in Amarillo to bring a doctor aboard because I was so ill. The doctor told my mother because of my young age and my 104 fever that I may not make it and there was not much that he could do for me.
My father and brother went to sit at the front of the train because they did not want to watch me die. My mother held me in her arms listening to me gasp for air praying for a miracle. As she sat there holding me she began to feel strange and noticed that someone was standing beside her. She looked up and seen a rather tall old woman looking down at her with a look of great concern on her face.
"I see your baby is very ill" she said to my mother. My mother said the old woman told her she had been a doctor at a woman's prison. She bent down and took off her black gloves and placed her hand on my forehead gently. After a moment she stood up and put her gloves back on. She looked at my mother a smiled sweetly and said "Your baby will be fine now I have just taken him to see my doctor."
Within the space of thirty minutes my fever broke. Two hours later my breathing had returned to normal. By that evening my mother said I was smiling at her.
I guess we will never know for sure if what I saw in the cemetery was the old woman on the train. As I said my mother is very sensitive and she said although she never felt threatened by the woman on the train she knew that she was not of this world. Like my mother I knew what I saw in the cemetery was not of this world.
My sensitivity has saved me many times from what could have been disastrous consequences. But knowing things sometimes can be a wretched curse because there are things in this world you cannot avoid or alter. Knowing what lies beyond a door can sometimes frighten haunt one soul. Just maybe sometimes ignorance is the real bliss.
when i was stationed at andrews barracks in berlin i knew that place
it has the location of the old prussian officers academy. after hitler gained power many were executed there during night of the long knives. this kaserne has many underground tunnels and firing ranges i've had the feelings of unease at night when i was there.
also across the street (finckenstein allee) some of the businesses and their basement have things that ain't right. one bar (the speakeasy probably closed)
was haunted. the owner had a dog that would beg for attention and would do it at empty tables as if someone was sitting there. the basement or cellar was haunted according to bartenders,and they weren't keen on going down there for cases of beer. i did it a couple times and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. i felt as if someone was watching me. there were cold spots down there. it kinda freeked me out. when i did the deed of getting a case of beer. i wasn't so sure a free beer was worth the creepy feeling.
i know you prolly get a lot of stories but hear me out on this one
is doug i am 15 i live in omaha nebraska we heard this thing from my
friend about something called balls cemetary he said it was haunted and of
course i didn't belive him at all i'm am a big skeptic but anyway we decided
to go see it it took us 2 hours to get out to it it was on like dirt roads
and out in the middle of nowhere it was the forest out there i wasn't scared
when we arrived like i said it's hard to scare me but anyway what our friend
had told us four things about this cemetary he said that if you go there and
trampse around loudly you will see the gate keeper wich supposedly is a 7 ft
tall apparation of a man gaurding the gate he said that the house at the
back of the cemetary was haunted by the man who used to live there the third
thing he said was that if you made the cemetary mad the grave stones would
tip over and the finale thing he said was something about the fallen angel
statue wich is a big statue of an angel that has turned black over the years
he said never to make the satatue mad. he said that the last people who spit
on the satatue were killed 36 hours later though i was still skeptical. so
anyway we walked in to the cemetary i didn't see anything all i saw was an
old cemetary so i kept walking with my friends the first thing the scarred
me was the fallen angel statue was there i thought he made it up! when we
got back to the house in the back i was rather scarred now and my friends
wanted to go in i told them no i told them we should go and i will swear on
my grave that when i looked back up i saw a white face in the window. thats
i hightailed out of there i was scarred we all started running and on the
way out my friend alisha fell on the ground and was screaming i asked her
what the heck was going on but she just started to run towards the car when
we got in the car i asked her what had happened and she swore to god
something had grabbed her leg as we drove out all the doors were closed and
windows were up and i swore that i felt a cold wind hit my leg
i'm pretty shakken up by this whole deal and i was wondering if you could
tell me what was going on or least tell me what grabbed my friends leg
this is an update for the typo tunnel located in perry county kentucky.
myself and 3 other friends have been there a few times lately after finding
out about it through this site. we have heard really strange thud sounds
inside the tunnel. and we also have heard things all over and around the
tunnel what sounds like animals in the weeds but once you notice it the
sounds stop. we went inside the tunnel and didnt get even half way through
and a friend of mine heard a shimmy sound and saw something coming right
at us aggresivsly and very low to the ground and charging at us while making
the sound.we went back out of the tunnel and then myself and 2 others went
back in and i got about half way inside the tunnel again and looked up
and coming around the corner was very low to the ground level with the
tracks a white sheet almost and it suddently rose up and took the form
of what seemed to be an older heavyset lady and the spirit rose to the
top of the tunnel and when it hit the top of the tunnel it burst into mist.
the entire time we were inisde my friend waiting for us in his jeep said
he could hear sounds all over outside of the tunnel and felt something
on the tracks.
This is My Ghost Story
Hey my name is ash. When i was about 11 years old i was staying
the night at my grandma's house. I woke up very strangely in the
middle of the night. All the lights were off, including my night
light i had left on. I looked at the end of my bed and thought i saw my
grandma. But as i woke up more i could tell it was not her mostly
because i could see through her! It was an old woman. She was kind
of fat and she was a milky transparent white. She was standin right there
at the end of my bed lookin straight at me with her hands raised over her
head. Just staring at me and swaying a little bit. I was so scared i couldnt
think of what to do. But then i quickly decided to try and make a break
for the door. But as i went to run for it something stopped me. And this
is were it gets really weird. There was about 5 or 6 other old ladies right
next to me. RIGHT BESIDE MY BED! they all only had the top halfs of their
bodies, from the waist up. and they all had there hands above their heads
looking at me with thier empty eyes. i was freaking out. i started crying
i looked at all the old ladies that were around my bed and i didnt know
what to do. Then in a panic i jumped off my bed and ran for the light switch!
I flicked and instantly turned around. They were all gone. Every single
one. i hit my knees and started crying. After that i had a hard time falling
asleep for about 2 years. and to this day i still need a night light!
When I was about 6 or 7 I had an experience with a ghost at the house my grandparents use to live in. I always heard stuff and dreamed about ghosts when I was in that house, but this one night was totally different. My grandmother always slept in the bed with me when I stayed. Let from my room I could see into the living room. There was a little hall between my room and that room. On the left was a bathroom and on the right was another bedroom, the one my sister had. This one night as I lay there with my eyes closed trying to sleep I heard the bathroom light come on(the fan automatically came on), I figured my sister had just gotten up to use the restroom, so I opened my eyes and waited for her to come out. I heard the toilet flush and then the water in the sink come on and then go off. I expected to see her come out, but what I saw has stuck with me. When the light went out I saw what I thought was, well my grandfather. It was a large man, and he stopped in the doorway of the room and just stared at me. I was about to say something to him when I realized I could see the couch in the living room...I could see right through him! That's when I realized it wasn't him. I didn't scream or put my head under the blanket. I dont know why, but I just wasn't scared. It was like he knew I saw him and knew because at that moment he turned and walked into my sisters room. I didn't tell anyone because I was so young, I didn't understand what I saw. Years later, my sister was driving and she and I were on our way home from town. I got the sudden erge to tell her what happened. So I started telling her, she stopped the car and pulled over on the side of the road and finished the story. The same thing had happened to her. When she was my age and she was in the same room that I had been in. I was just a baby when that happened to her so I never knew until then. The only difference between her story and mine was our reaction. She freaked and screamed and made my grandfather search the house. That isn't the only shared experience we've had but that is the first and the strangest since she's 7 years older than me and it happened when we were the same age....just 7 years apart. We're the only 2 to witness it. Our younger brother has never seen anything like that and he stayed in the same room we did at the same age.....it's so weird! I have sooo many stories to tell, and so few to tell them to! LOL Hope you enjoyed the story!
The Ghosts in my House
My family moved into this house about 6 or 7 years ago. My parents
divorced so at the time I was living with my dad in Pottstown. When he died
in 2000 I moved back down here and tried to move on. I think it was about
two years ago that I began to notice there was something strange about the
house. Around Christmas time we usualy hang an ornimate on my back door that
has bells on it. One day my dog came into the kitchen and looked at the
door, i was sitting in the dining room at the time. I could see that he was
still pretty far away from the bells. Anyway as I was watching him the bells
suddenly started to ring. I couldnt figure out how it had happened, and I
assumed it was my imagination. This happened a couple of times. The next
thing that happened was not too long after Christmas. I used to be kind of
a hermit and stayed in my room a lot. One night while I was up there i had
my door opened and could hear my family downstairs. As I was watching t.v. I
suddenly heard an ear peircing scream. It sounded like a woman screaming
from my moms bedroom. I ran downstairs and asked my sister and brother if
they had heard it too, hoping it was car breaks or something. They just
looked at me like I was crazy and said they hadnt heard anything. I began to
wonder if I really was hearing things. I would have left it at that except
for when i started hearing the footsteps coming in and out of my moms room
and noticed the shadows moving down the hall when no one was up there. I
hear it all the time when im sitting in my living room which is right under
my moms room. The footsteps are heavy and loud, like a big mans footsteps.
Then my sister told me that she saw a tall man with a hat standing in her
bedroom doorway one night watching her. Thats when i began to suspect that
someone may have been raped or murdered in my moms room. My dog acts
strangely sometimes too. Recently he will go over to the stairs and prop his
head on the second or third to last step and just stare upstairs. He also
stands at the top of the basement stairs and stares down them as well.
Things have pretty much been like that for awhile and i got used to it,
until my best friend slept over not too long ago. She brought over her
digital camera so we could take pictures of my moms room. Well we didnt find
anything in the pictures of her room but when we took a picture of the
mirror in my room we noticed a figure in the reflection. We knew it wasnt
our reflection because it was way too tall and was directely in the middle
of the mirror looking straight out and we were off to the side of my room at
an angle. The figure looked like it was wearing a long black coat with a
hood. I couldnt make out the face entirely but it seemed to be very pale.
Another time my friend slept over she saw a man under my dining room table.
She said he was looking in my direction only she said it looked like a
corpse. She said his eyes were sunken in. I couldnt see it because i couldnt
see under my table from the angle I was at and by the time i moved to look
the figure had vanished. Now remember how i said my dog would stand at the
top of the basement stairs and look down them? Well not long after that I
watched him go over to the stairs, stare down them for a moment, then he
laid down and stayed perfectly still for almost 5 minutes. There are certian
areas of the house that are uncomfortable for me to be in. Like right here
by my computer, sometimes when I am sitting here i will suddenly get very
dizzy. The same thing happens at the top of my stairs sometimes. But the one
area in this house I hate the most is the back room in my basement. I always
feel unwanted there and sometimes its very cold down there. I have heard
noises like things slamming or falling from down there. Recently i have been
having bizarre dreams as well. I usually cant remeber much of them, but the
other night i had one i cant forget. I was with someone, I dont know who,
and we had found a body. It was badly decayed but i knew it was a women
because of the long red hair still attatched to the skull. There was also a
neclace with a red pendant on in. I remember taking it from her body. I dont
know why this dream bothered me so much, and i cant help but think it has
something to do with whats been happening in my house. The last thing i want
to mention is the pictures that were taken in my backyard. My friends and i
were taking pictures of each other and one of them was filled with orbs. Now
Im not entirely sure if the orbs are spirits or just something from the
camera, but after everything i have seen lately, I definately am willing to
believe anything. My house was built near a cemetary so i can only assume
it has something to do with that.
THE TRUE STORIES:
Another encounter with the Unknown
Today, May 10, 2004 and last week. The paranormal, ghosts, haunting and related stories have become my favorite reading materials. While I take interest in these stories, I was skeptical and could not believe in many of them. I thought stories about objects being moved from one place to another, or things being thrown across by some unseen force were just inventions of some writers. Now I believe. I witnessed something similar just this afternoon and one day last week. I was doing electrical installation in my car when something impossible to explain happened just this afternoon. Having finished installing a device under the console, I was reinstalling the console when I heard something metallic fly off inside near its rear. I did not want anything improperly installed, so I decided to check. There was nothing there that would fly off. I looked around the little space at the console's end, there was not a piece of metal that flew off. So I went on and the whole installation was about finished but for one screw at the front end corner of the console on the passenger side. I
inserted the last screw into the hole but discovered the clip fastener was missing. I was thinking it might have been dislodged off the bracket when I unscrewed the console. But this was impossible to happen; if it did, it would not have escaped my attention. Also, if it fell into the tight crevices in the dashboard support, it would be extremely laborious to retrieve it, so I decided to find and buy a replacement clip the next day. But just as I picked up the last tool to stow away, there it was, the clip was right on the floor at the passenger side. In bewilderment, I just kept asking myself repeatedly how the clip fastened to the dashboard support for the front end corner of the console could fly off when I was reinstalling its rear end and its front end had not even touched the support yet! Impossible! But it happened! As though someone had yanked the clip fastener off the support and threw it on the floor! One day last week another little inexplicable incident happened; in my car also; also at the right side of the console. I was about to insert one relay into the relay panel in the console. The relay accidentally slipped off my fingers and dropped a distance of about two inches on to the adjustment lever of the passenger seat. I heard it hit the adjustment lever, then it disappeared. I desperately searched probably more than half an hour for the relay on the passenger side floor, under the seat, anywhere else it could have landed. The relay vanished! Very upset and frustrated, I gave up searching and was getting ready to leave the car to find and buy a replacement relay when I saw the missing relay on the driver's side floor next to my right foot beside the console. It was good I did not step on it. One of its pins was bent. Up to this writing, I cannot explain how something very light in weight and dropping only about two inches on a non spring rod could fly over about 12 inches clear an obstruction (the console) and land on the floor on the other side of the obstruction (driver's side)! This event does not conform to the laws of physics and gravity! But then again, it truly happened.
cry baby bridge in monmouth il. truly an experence !!
been there a few times. never seen or heared anyone say they ever seen a ghost there but..
you for 100% fact role up a hill...its about a 20 foot bridge at a 5 degree pitch and if you stop and poor a cup of water on it ..it will flow the oppisit way in wich ur car roles ??? (WILD HUH) the baby powder on the pumper works to..but in order to see a hand print ...well u need ur imagination..but its not intirely explainable. TRUE STORY----> me & my friend went there in mid day to explore and exspose its fake so we went as far under it as we could and its an obvious slant.. you roll up...but i grabed this front portion of an old rusty bike and the inertube was hanging of the rim and it was just a nasty bike so i tossed it in the middle of the creek came back 2 - 3 ? days later at night to scare some chicks we knew and i swear to god that, that inertube was tied like a nuse around the top of that bridge !!!!!! so i dont know whats scaryer a ghost who didnt apreciate my behavior or the crazy bastard that would wade out there and grab that completly semerged bike half..lol? question... when ur asleep and your tryin despritly to wake and it feels like something snt allowing it is it an experience..cause the first time it happened ghost poped into my head and it really is freaky?
She Has Linked to Me
When I first moved into my house in Mississippi I noticed some things
that were extremely out of the normal happening from day one.
When I would try to go to sleep I would hear my name being whispered, and my dog (who is a pitbull and by breed, does not scare easily) would wake up in the middle of the night crying very loudly.
Then, one night I was walking to the kitchen to get a glass of coke and I looked over into the living room and standing there was nothing more than a translucent habit such as a nun's habit. Well this startled me big time so in true human form as we all do, I moved slowly and quietly back to my bedroom. That very night my name was whispered until I spoke back. There was no reply to my speaking, I think that she just wanted to see if I could hear her.
The one (and only) time that I ever saw the full apparition of the nun was when my dog had woke up again crying I walked into the living room and there I saw the full body of the nun gently petting my dog's head and back. The dog did not enjoy it and was very scared to the point of trembling. I kindly told the nun: "My dog is very afraid of you, if you like you may visit with me, but please leave her be." At that the nun disappeared and has not shown up again, but her presence is felt everywhere I go. She follows me in my car my house, my office and anywhere else I go. I do not know what this phenomena is called but it seems she has linked her self to me. Sometimes if I don't answer her whispers, she will bang doors and if I still ignore her she will go back to the dog and make her cry again.
I looked into town records and found out that this house used to be a nun's rectory in the late 1800's. However, I could not find where any of the nuns had met their eternity in this house, maybe she just came back after death. I don't really know, but what I am certain of is that she has listened to me and is happy and aggressive to communicate. I am now trying to figure a way to set ground rules with her about her maybe not following me into the bathroom and her not banging doors and things when I am trying to sleep and she has decided she wants to chat.
That's my story lol
Okay this one is about my friend Beto he doesn't want his family
name to be revealed anyway he and his brother and cousins just bought a
new house the year was probly around 1992 or 1993 so the kids figured (ages
8-11) what is a better way to kick it off than to play hide and go seek.
Beto (8) went to go hide in the basement since it is dark and scary (Even now I'm still scared of it) he hid in a closet and he thought no one would ever find him, Well some thing did. Not his brother, not his cousin, a ghost. He saw red eyes floating around him. He ran out of that place almost about to pee his pants. HE lived in that house for about eight or nine years then moved to Largo, Florida. He had many more visits from them at his old house and now at his new one.
One of My spirit Stories
I've had many experiences, but I will tell you the most recent one that was mainly happening to me, but seen and heard by my husband as well. I've always felt that something was following me, a male presence. I should also mention that sometimes in my dreams I can wake my self up if the dream is bothering me or just plain dumb, but not always. Well one night me and my husband went to sleep and I was dreaming a dream about me getting raped. So I thought to myself in the dream that it was stupid and I'll just wake up, well I woke up to see a face next to the side of my bed of a man just barely being able to see him. I froze, it scared the crap outta me. Then the spirit started to walk around the room very angrily and I could hear him breathing like he was pissed off. I sat up quickly as so did my husband, and then the bedroom door opened and the spirit sound stopped. I looked at my husband and he looked so scared and he said to me " did you hear it walking around?" I said "yes" then we talked about it a little bit and tried to go back to sleep. Usually when I've dealt with this spirit he's not so loud, you know he's there, but he's being quiet. Well another night I was sleeping and he was up to his old tricks bothering me and I just became so angry I sat up in my bed and yelled that he needs to leave now and he's not welcome here. So far after me saying that he's been quiet, but me and my husband still feel that he is around. I feel as if the spirit was the one raping me in the dream, and sometimes when I go to lay down to sleep I feel like someone is touching me inappropriately. I can honestly say I'm happy for the fact that I know I'm not crazy and to have someone else witness this experience with me is relieving.
One of Many Ghost Stories
My name is Laurel . I live in Alberta, Canada. My three sisters and
I strongly beleive that our house is haunted. We're not really sure how
many spirits share our house with us, but one of my sisters thinks that
there are seven. They all seemed to be nice except for one. We never named
any of them by the way because awkward things happened. Anyways, this one
ghost was different from the rest. I've been the only one so far that has
actually seen him. And I've only seen him a couple of times anyways. At
first he was mainly on this one flight of stairs. (There's two flights
of stairs in our house that both lead to the kitchen)From the one flight
of stairs you can see almost our whole basement except for mine and my
older sister's rooms. As you go down the stairs there's this kind of railing
thing that looks like jail cell bars. Through the bars you can see the
TV and our chesterfield (couch). I can't sleep well at night so I watch
TV until I get tired or scared or something. Now, I'll be watching a movie
and all of the sudden there would be something on the stairs. Like I'll
hear it or see it out of the corner of my eye. Than my dog will back away
to the other side of the room. She watches the stairs through those bars
the whole time. It's very unerving. I'm always too scared to look cause
I just know what it is. I eventually have to though cause I have to go
passed those stairs to get to my room. For some reason I've made up this
thing where if I don't see it than it won't see me. It gives me some courage.
My dog refuses to go down those stairs. She'll rather go all the way around
to the other flight.
I didn't see any of the ghosts in this house for a whlie and I still don't. Maybe they left or something. If they did than they left one of their comrades behind. I'm pretty sure that it was the ghost on the stairs. I just got that feeling you know. When I do see him it's only his head. I know it sounds stupid, but truly I've only seen a head. It looked so real. He wasn't transparent. I thought that was different. Both times I saw him he was smirking. He looked so devilish. And you know how you only see ghosts out of the corner of your eye. Well, both times I seen him he was looking straight at me and I was looking straight at him. Right into his eyes. They're so black. I couldn't see anything but black in his eyes. Both sightings happened on that flight of stairs I was talking about earlier. I would be looking at the ground as I ran down the downstairs hallway cause about three quarters of the sightings happen downstairs so I'm much happier not knowing somethings there. I turned to get on the stairs and he was right in my face. I think I would have ran into it if I didn't look up. It was so odd though because we just looked at each other. It seemed like he could see me too. Then I can't remember anything else from that day. It was very creepy.
My sisters are all sceptics untill something can't be proven. Then they beleive. We couldn't figure out if it was my imagination or not. Nothing on the stairs could have come close to even looking like a head. They couldn't explain it.
I still haven't seen any of the others. We think somethings trying to scare the crapp out us now. Things have gotten really wierd. Now nothing can be explain. It's also odd because you won't see anything for days and then all of the sudden BOOM! There's a head floating in front of you.
OK I resided @ a home in the
area fro "96" - 2002 there were (4) four
spirits that inhabited that house.
The first was a owboy with a nasty
attitude a scar down the left side of his
face hated cameras mine flew off of a
table and hit a wall opposite , one of
those Poaroid Land Cameras.
The seond a female half-breed asssaulted
by an officer/cavalryman then shot @ point
blank range looking to have a wrong righted.
The Third a female caucasian lost an item
perhaps a locket with a picture of her
betrothed. Needing help locating it.
THe fourth a young girl aged 4-6 yrs
became seperated from her family then
succumbed to he elements lookiing for a
famlly to love & be loved by.
My mother said that in our old house(in glousester) there was a ghost....not just any ghost....this ghost as she said was a priest.(she heard this story by a client at her work).the client said that:there was a preist that lived in our old house(at least it wasnt an old ghost,the ghost died in that house a few years after we moved there).he used to have a mass every sunday in our basement.plus oneday me and my brother were playing downstairs and we heard something say"and may the lord be with you"and after we heard that a bunch of people said"and also with you".my brother thought that it was just our dad joking around(he does that a lot).i didnt think so.so the ghost died by...not a murder....just by getting very sick!and the worst part about it was.....the ghost room......WAS MINE!when i heard this i couldnt sleep at night!when i was little i cryed at night....i dont know why.its like...a shock came to me and i just cryed 4 no reason,i didnt even meen to cry.it just happened.thats my story.and if u dare,dont ever go to the street in glousester "badan avenu"!!!!!!!!!!!!stay AWAY from there.i am not kidding.that place made my family go mad!stay AWAY!i hope you never go there!!!!!!thats what i have to say about "THE PREIST".true story.beleive me
I have read a few stories on your site that sound similar to mine.
So I decided to submit it. Forgive me if it is a little long because
it went on for a long time.
It started when I was 7years old my Grandfather had passed away a few months before and I had not let myself mourn yet... My sister and I shared a room at the time we had a bunk bed set. She slept on the top bunk I on the bottom. I waited until I heard her snoring and then I started to cry and let my grief out.
The room suddenly dropped in temperature but I really didn't notice because of my crying. Then I felt someone near my bed thinking it was my sister I rolled over it was not my sister but I was not afraid. I felt a had on my forehead pushing my hair back, I heard in my head everything is all right, don't cry anymore. Then she pulled the cover up to my chin and tucked me in. This went on at least two times a week.
Four years later my sister moved out this is when she became a more permanent figure in my life. She came one night that I couldn't sleep so I started talking to her. I ask her name she told me Elizabeth. Let me describe her to you. She had long dark hair, pale porcelain white skin, she wore a black bell dress with a hat and black veil. I also ask her why she was here and she told me she was here to watch over me. I would talk to her every day even if she wasn't there it made me feel better.
The next big event with Elizabeth happened about the time I was 11 or 12. My best friend and I were bored and we were home alone so we decided to play hide n seek, Angel was out side counting and I was hiding inside the house, I was hiding in the kitchen which was on the other side of the house from my bedroom and bathroom. I heard Angel scream and the front door slam. She lived across the street from me so I knew it didn't take her long to get home. I called and ask her why she left she told me she saw someone beside the bathroom and thought it was me so she went around the corner and said found ya... and saw Elizabeth... she told Angel to GET OUT. She was not a evil spirit but she did not like Angel. I found out a couple of years later that she was stealing from my family.
When I was in high school I had a sleep over with three of my friends there where four of us sleeping in a full bed. I had never told them about Elizabeth. It was time to go to bed because we were going to a parade early in the morning. I fell asleep. The next morning they were all freaked out telling me that a woman had appeared in the room dressed in black and she put her finger to her lips and they all heard Shhhhhhhhh, you will wake her up. Lisa did not believe in ghost and was a very avid church goer. She was the one who was the most freaked about it. She told everyone at school about my ghost.
I was having trouble making up my mind about two guys I had a crush on. I had their pictures in a photo album and was actually crying over something one of them had did or said to me. Elizabeth appeared and the Photo album flipped by itself to a pic of the one I felt the most for. That was the day I first saw her face. She was angry at me for even being attracted to the other guy, a gust of wind came through my room and swept the veil from her face. I can still remember how ale she was.
The older I got the less I saw of her. My Mom finally started to believe me one day. She and I had a big argument the night before. I went to school mad at Mom. I had planned to run away to my brother in Montana. So I wrote my note and left it on my desk, Mom never went into my room without me there but she told me that she got a feeling she should go in. When she got in the room it was cold and she looked at my desk and found the note. Then she was told by a voice in the room to call and check on me. She contemplated this for a few minutes then she heard the telephone cord hit the wall and she felt a cold gust toward the phone. so she called. I got home and we apologized for our fight.
I haven't seen or heard from Elizabeth in almost 8 years now. But I will never forget her and just how she would listen to me. My family knows she existed because they all at one time or another felt her.
Thank you for listening to my story This is just my favorite experience with the supernatural. I will submit some others at a different time.
One day, my friend Kristina was having a party. We went to the local
graveyard. When you think of graveyards you think of ghosts and being scared,
right? Wrong. I felt totally safe and welcome in the graveyard, and I felt
a desire to go over to the left side of the graveyard. After that we went
down to the public school to hang out. I was chatting with a friend as
we walked around the school. Near the back their are stairs leading down
to the soccer field, near there we had this strange cold feeling, as if
someone had dumped cold water over our heads. I said "lets get out of here"
as we both saw a shadowy figure go past the middle of the stairs. We turned
to walk back to the others, when something was thrown at us. We ran screaming.
Later our friends checked it out and they all said they had creepy feelings
while near that area. Two people saw the shadowy figure and discribed it
to be carrying a bag and wearing a hat. It was tall too.
Later I found out why I wanted to go to the left side of the graveyard so much, my friend's little cousin was burried there, killed at age four.
hi! my name is jan and i have a story that i would like to share
i am 23 years old and have 3 children. when i started a new job i needed a
babysitter to watch my first child, my other 2 weren't born yet. my mom
suggested that i ask a friend of the family,"tina", to watch her because
she watches kids out of her house and we have known her all of our lives.
well i called tina and she said yes so my daughter started going to her
house. one sunday while eating sunday dinner at my grandmother's house she
started telling me that tina's mother had told her that some strange things
were going on in tina's house. well i brushed it off because tina had never
told me anything herself. that monday when i was leaving my daughter off
before i headed to work i asked tina if things were going on in her
house,telling her that her mother had told my grandmother who in turn told
me, she told me yes. she said that there had been instances in which there
would be knocking at the front door and when you go to answer it no one's
there. she said one day when she was watching her cousin's 2 yr. old, the
only child she had that day, she put her to sleep in her bedroom and kept
the door open so she could hear her if she woke up or started crying. tina
said she was sitting in her rocking chair, which was close to the hall
where the bedrooms are, when she saw the little girl standing there looking
at her. tina looked at her and told her to come to her but the little girl
would not go any further than the edge of the hallway. she said the little
girl had a paint stick in her hand and she kept waving it around,well
tina's husband had just been painting the day before and had put the paint
can and the stick behind their bedroom door. tina kept calling the girl to
come to her but she wouldn't so tina said she got up to go pick her up but
as soon as she stood up the little girl took off down the hallway to the
bedroom. tina went after her and said when she got to her bedroom the door
was closed but she didn't hear it shut. when she opened the door the little
girl was still asleep on the floor. i admit i did get a little freaked out
when she told me that story but i guess because i had never seen anything
happen in her house myself i didn't feel scared. well things didn't happen
all the time her house. things would happen for a while then stop and start
up again later. after the birth of my second child,tina watched her too, i
was dropping her off by tina's house on my way to work, my daughter was
about 5 or 6 months old, tina was in the kitchen and i was in the living
with my daughter and 2 other kids she was watching. i set my baby on the
floor in her carrier and was about to take her out when out of the corner
of my eye towards the hallway where the bedrooms are i saw a little girl
that looked just like tina's daughter. tina's kids were still asleep in
their rooms. the girl looked like she was trying to hide by the edge of the
sofa so i wouldn't see her but i did. to me that just wasn't the
personality of tina's daughter, she is the type of child that when she
walks into a room she likes to be noticed and have a lot of attention on
her. so i took my baby out of the carrier and stood up, when i did the
little girl took off running down the hallway. so i went in the kitchen and
gave my baby to tina and went to work. on my way to work i kept thinking of
the story that tina had told me so long ago and i couldn't help but think
that i had seen a ghost. when i got to work i called tina and asked her if
her daughter was up,she said no. i asked her if after i left did her
daughter come out of the room for any reason and she said no. well i told
tina what had happened and she went in to check on her daughter and she was
still sleeping and had never gotten up. and when i described to tina what
the little girl looked like and what she was wearing it was as if i had
seen her little girl standing there. tina got scared and woke up her older
daughters and told them what happened because no one other than who lived
in the house and ever seen anything in her house, not any of the other
parents that drop off their kids there had ever seen anyting. when i got
off the phone with tina i called my mom and told her what happened and she
said she was going to call my aunt. my aunt and two of her friends from
church went to tina's house over the weekend and prayed with tina and her
family and walked through and blessed her house. since that day nothing
else has happened. i have since become a stay at home mom and my children
do not go to tina's house anymore but once in a while to visit. i still
cannot get over what i saw and the feeling i got when i saw it.
Spook in the Basement
I just recently got a job with the emporium in my dorms. I have to
stock soda, shelves, et. cetera when I'm not working at the cash register.
On this particular night, I was loading the soda onto the cart when I heard
footsteps from the next room. The two rooms are separated by a "cage" wall,
so I could see everything in the next room easily. I caught a glimpse of
a black figure moving around in there before it disappeared into thin air.
I tried to ignore it and get back to work, but about ten minutes later,
I heard the footsteps again and, sure enough, there was the figure.
I talked to my roommate about it and discovered that some guy killed himself in one of the dorm towers within the past few years. Whether it was him or someone else, I can't say for sure. All I know was that it was a wickedly cool experience.
My mom was looking for her watch last summer. She searched every
where for it. She called up my dad at work and asked if he had seen it
any where. She asked my brothers if they had seen it....still no site of
the watch. She walked in her room, and on her bed is a Mrs. Beasley doll,
she received it as a christmas present from my grandma for christmas that
year. On Mrs. Beasley's wrist was my mom's watch. She immediatly called
my dad at work, and started swearing and asked if he had done it. Over
and over again, he told her that he didnt do it. She then went and questioned
my brothers over and over again .....and no one in my house put it on the
One day, my mom came home from work on her lunch break and before she left the house, she closed all of the bedroom and bathroom doors. (She has a habbit of having the closed 24-7.) She left for work and came home later that day. She walked in the door and found every single door upstairs wide opened....nobody was home the whole day and the doors were locked, and there was not a spare key any where!
Richard Moya Park in Texas
I saw you put that the park want haunted by ghosts but let me tell you what i've seen and heard. Along time ago about a four years back someone had told me a lady and her and her baby had got into a car wreck there under the bridge and that they haunt it on halloween at midnight. I didnt believe it so i waited for halloween to come around and me and my friend went. We went around 12:00 am Midnight. Nothing happend. So I was like this is Stupid its not real as we were walking away the wind started to pick up so we sat down and held each other. The we could here a lady screaming and crying and then a baby screamind. Neadless, to say we got the hell out of there. But After that I never went back. Until a couple of years after that when I got married. My husband said that he went over the bridge there and he could here a loud howling noise and then a bunch of laughing. Also, My husband heard from on of his friends that nomes (trolls) lived underneath or by the bridge. And that a cop had went to patrol the area one day because he saw something run on the bridge, being passed curfew he went to go check, he radioed it in, and called for back up, they say when the cops got there they found blood and a couple od peices of is body. They didnt say what it was but, I am thinking it was the nomes. cause when they come out the come out in hundreds. Also, I I heard that on juneteenth (jund 19th) the day when lincoln freed the slaves that this man didnt want to give up his slaves that he hung them up on the bridge, and they say that if you go on that day you can see them. I dont dont of that story is tru or not. every year i want to go and everytime the day comes around i forget and wont remember till after its passed. I went about a month ago like at 2:00 in the morning and as we were walking on the bridge we could here things but couldnt see anything. Then the cops came so it ruined are night. but I though you might wanted to know. Thanks
Our Ghost Story
Hello my name is Andy Austin. My wife and I have had some weird
experiences in her uncles old house that we moved into about 12 years
Ago. We moved in about a year after he died in the house. The first few weeks were quiet but after that it all changed. The first thing that happened was I was drawing at my art table and set down my pencil to erase something and my pencil was gone. This type of thing happened many times after it. So after a while it did not bug me I was used to it. One time my wife's brother spent the night on our couch. When he woke up he found his buttons taken of his shirt in a neat pile on the coffee table. Our
Oldest child kept talking to someone in her playroom she was about 3 years old. When we asked her who was she talking to she would say
The man. When we showed her the picture of her uncle Steve and she said thetas him. I will send more stories of this house because we had plenty
Messages from beyond
About five years ago my dad's brother, Chris died in a tragic motor
vehicle accident. In the same accident, my sister-in-laws parents also
passed away leaving behind their youngest son, an older sister and my sister-in-law.
A few months after the accident, the youngest son (11 yrs old) was playing
with a toy cellphone (the kind which plays music when the buttons are pressed).
He was sitting at the table with his sister & her boyfriend.
They noticed that he was talking on the cellphone & thought that he
was just messing around, until they realised that he was having an actual
conversation with someone. They heard him say, "I'm okay mummy..."
Spooked, they sat there in silence and listened. They then heard
a voice (if you sit close to someone on a cellphone, you sometimes hear
the person on the other end of the line speaking). The sister heard
the voice and looked at her boyfriend to see if he could hear it too &
judging by the way he looked, she knew he could hear the same voice.
She later confirmed that it was her mother's voice and from what they heard,
it sounded like her mother was letting her son know where they are and
that they were okay. They heard her brother saying, "it's not clear,
i can't hear you anymore" and then it was over. The whole conversation
lasted around 30 seconds. They asked him who he'd been speaking to
and he didn't recall anything of that conversation.
Since that same accident, my second brother had a daughter. She never knew my Uncle Chris, we just showed her photos of him and told her who he was. My brother was on his way home one night. In the car, was my aunt (uncle chris' wife), my brother's wife and my niece (who was 2 yrs old at the time). It was quite late and there weren't many people around. As they were driving off from a gas station, they u-turned next to the shop by the gas station, the shop was closed. As they turned, my niece stood on the seat to look out the back window of the car and waved to someone, saying: "Bye.". As she waved, they all looked back and there was absolutely no one there, but she continued to wave and say bye. They were all a bit hesitant to ask but eventually her mother asked who she was saying bye to. She said it was Uncle Chris. Remember, she never met him, she just saw photos.
I live in Memphis, TN and my grandmother has lived in the same house
since before I was born. Supposedly it's built on an old Indian graveyard,
but I've never verified it so I don't really put too much emphasis on that.
Her house has always given my sister, cousin, and I the total creeps. We
always feel a presence when we are there. It's not cold, but its that feeling
of someone watching you when youre alone. When I was about 9 my best friend
Stephanie and I were spending the night there. My grandmother has a grandfather
clock that chimes for every hour. (Like 9:00, 9 chimes) Anyways, we had
gone to bed around 10:30. Well, at 12:00 midnight we woke up to the clock
chiming and we heard moaning. We both got up to see what was wrong. There
were little lights (now I know them as orbs, thanks to your site) and they
were dancing up by the face of the clock....like some drunk was holding
a flashlight or something. But my grandmother was FAST asleep, snoring
like a chainsaw. My friend and I ran back to the bedroom and hid under
Also, when my parents seperated, my mother went to live there with my grandmother. She would see indentions on the bed beside her, and one time when she was feeling really sad the room filled with the scent of roses. Now, my grandmother is a chainsmoker, so you can just walk in her house and catch a nicotine buzz. It is not a smell-good place. My Uncle, who is Catholic, said it was Mother Mary. Anyways, to this day I will not go in certain rooms by myself - mainly the bathroom and the attic. (Something paces the attic at night....like a man with work boots on or something) It's not a mean spirit it just freaks me out.
I felt SOOO stupid!!
Hey all new here but love this place...........
Here's my story..... I was in my grandma's house one winter, when I was about 5 or 6. I was laying in bed and woke up around 2:30 am. I felt "something" pull off the comforter and lay it on the ground next to the bed. I freaked!!!! went into grandma's room and very excitedly blabbed that something is in my room and pulled off the comforter. My granddad being not one to have strangers in his house took his pistol and went to search for who or what. Well he didn't find a thing. That scared me even more. the next two weeks this happened and everytime it started I would pull the "magic covers" over my head. Well my grand dad says to me "I will get the thing and take care of it" That made me feel good that at least somebody believes me. Well the next night grand dad was in the chair next to the bed and was waiting for the thing. Then it started, sliding slow the faster to the floor I pulled the covers up and granddad got up to investigate. he pulled the covers off my head and looked at me and started laughing and falling back into the chair. I was freakin again thinking the "bogeyman got to grandpa. and I must have looked a sight too. he turned on the light and sat down. he asked about what was happening and when it happened, he REALLY took the time to comfort and help me. He said lets perform and experiment.
I laid down and he pull the comforter back on me and said move around alittle, I did. the comforter started to slide, I let out a yelp and grandpa started laughing again. Seem the comforter was satin and grandma washed it a few times and the stuffing had fallen heavier at the seams than the middle and since the weight wasn't even it started to slide down gaining momentum until it fell off.
It wasn't a ghost just a wild imagination. I was so embarrassed and felt very stupid. My Grandpa said we could keep it a secret between us and let it go at that. I repeated the experiment several times when I was alone all with the same results. We kept the "secret" until I was 18 and I told it at my batchler party. Granddad embellished it a "LOT" but he never said I was scared just concerned.
It's nice to have somebody who loves you as much as he did and after he died ,several years later, on the same night.
The comforter was pulled off my bed and I heard laughter from the front yard, I looked out the window and next to a bush in the front yard I saw a shadow waving at me and just fade away. I love my grandpa and I guess he wanted to make sure I was ok.
I had lived in my house for all my life (well, that was about 12
years... and now I've moved). It wasn't a new house, but it wasn't incredibly
old either. In fact, it'll be 100 in 2007. It never had any ghosts or hauntings,
despite my wish. I'm pretty sure it didn't have any secret passages (another
thing I wished desperately), though I still today am not sure about the
funky spot on my bedroom wall (but that's another story). I had a pet dog,
Ginger. She my solace. My great-grandmother had found her one day, in the
metroparks, leaning against the car wheel. Apparently she had been abandoned.
My grandmother has a very large heart and took her home. somehow my mom
and dad took the puppy. Even though she was a dog, we were very close.
In her world, I was second to only my dad. She lived quite a long life.
We assumed her to be my age, though she might have had a year or two more.
That would have made her about 13 when she died. October 19, 2000. I remember
that day well. I came home from school to find my mother weeping. She told
me that Ginger had died. I never got to say good-bye to her. My world collapsed
it seemed. I had taken for granted how much I expected her to be waiting
for me. How much I waited for her to make the rounds at night, coming into
my bedroom and sniffing my bed to make sure I was still there. She was
We moved on January 7, 2001, so It had to be in December. I was somewhat accepting of her death. I no longer expected her to come in. She was no longer on my mind every minute of the day. My heart was mending. I was in the kitchen, helping my mother make dinner when I heard Ginger coming down the stairs. Unthinking, I went to greet her. When I got to the bottom of the stairs, nothing was there, and I remembered then that she had died.
At first, I was positive I had heard her ghost. That it was her ghost or spirit or whatever. Even though she had been dead for some months without so much as a sound. It could be. But we moved rather soon after that, so I never had the chance to see if she was haunting our house. Even if it was just my imagination, It gives me heart to think that, even if it was for that one moment, she had come back to say good-bye.
CLIFTON SOUTH CAROLINA
WHEN I WAS SEVEN YEARS OLD WE MOVED INTO A HOUSE IN A SMALL
THE HOUSE WAS 90 YEARS OLD AND IT WAS SO CUTE AND CHARMING OR SO IT SEEMED.
THE FIRST NIGHT WE WENT TO LOOK AT THIS HOUSE, I REMEMBER BEING SCARED TO
DEATH. THE PEOPLE WHO OWNED THE HOUSE HAD ONLY BEEN THERE FOR ABOUT 8
MONTHS. WHEN MY DAD INQUIRED AS TO WHY AFTER SUCH A SHORT TIME THEY WANTED
TO SELL THIS BEAUTIFUL HOME. THE CLAIMED THAT THEY WANTED TO MOVE CLOSER TO
FAMILY. AT THE TIME WE LOOKED AT IT THEY WERE NOT EVEN STAYING THERE BUT WE
MET THEM THERE TO LOOK AT THE HOUSE. I REALIZE NOW THAT MY PARENTS SHOULD
HAVE SUSPECTED SOMETHING WAS NOT RIGHT. IF I TOLD YOU EVERYTHING THAT
HAPPENED THERE I WOULD BE WRITING ALL DAY, SO I WILL JUST GIVE A FEW
EXAMPLES AND IF YOU ARE INTERESTED IN MORE I WILL BE HAPPY TO WRITE AGAIN.
THE SECOND NIGHT WE WERE IN THE HOUSE I WOKE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT AND
THERE WAS AN OLD MAN STANDING IN THE DOORWAY OF MY BEDROOM. HE WAS DRESSED
IN JEANS AND A RED FLANNEL SHIRT AND BOOTS. I SAT UP AND I THOUGHT I WAS
DREAMING. BUT HE MOTIONED FOR ME TO FOLLOW HIM. NEEDLESS TO SAY I SCREAMED
FOR MY DAD AND WHEN HE GOT TO MY ROOM THERE WAS NOTHING THERE. THIS SMALL
COMMUNITY WE LIVED IN IS IN CLIFTON SOUTH CAROLINA, WHICH IS 4 MILES FROM
THE BATTLE GROUND AT COWPENS, WHERE A BLOODY SKIRMISH BETWEEN THE UNION AND
CONFEDERATE ARMIES WAS FOUGHT. AFTER THAT FIRST SIGHTING I SAW THE MAN FOR
MANY YEARS AND HE ALWAYS TRIED TO GET ME TO FOLLOW HIM. MANY DIFFERENT
THINGS HAPPENED TO MY ENTIRE FAMILY HERE. MY BROTHER WAS ABOUT 5 AT THE TIME
AND WE WOULD WAKE UP AT NIGHT AND WE WOULD FIND HIM IN THE ATTIC PLAYING
WITH HIS NEW FRIENDS. NOW OUR ATTIC HAD A DROP LADDER AND MY BROTHER WAS NOT
TALL ENOUGH TO REACH THE ROPE. THERE WAS NEVER A CHAIR OR ANYTHING HE COULD
HAVE STOOD ON TO REACH. IN MY BROTHERS ROOM THERE WAS A SECRET PASSAGE BUILT
INTO HIS CLOSET AND HE WOULD SIT IN THIS PASSAGE WAY AT ALL HOURS AND PLAY
WITH TOMMY HIS FRIEND. HE DID REALLY STRANGE THINGS AND WHEN HE WAS PLAYING
WITH TOMMY IT WAS LIKE HE WAS IN A TRANCE AND COULD NOT SEE OR HEAR US
TALKING TO HIM. NO FRIENDS OR COUSINS STAYED OVER MORE THAN ONE NIGHT
BECAUSE OF NOISES AND SEEING THINGS. THE BASEMENT WAS AN ESPECIALLY SCARY
PLACE. MY DAD WAS DOWN THERE WORKING ON A TABLE SAW BUILDING US A PLAY HOUSE
AND SOMETHING HELD HIS HAND DOWN AND THE SAW CUT OFF HIS FINGER. AFTER THAT
DAY WE CHILDREN WERE NOT ALLOWED IN THE BASEMENT FOR ANY REASON. WHICH WAS
NOT A PROBLEM AS WE WERE TERRIFIED. MY LITTLE SISTER BEGAN TO WET THE BED
BECAUSE SHE WAS TOO SCARED TO GET UP AND GO TO THE BATHROOM AT NIGHT BECAUSE
YOU COULD COUNT ON MEETING SOMEONE IN THE HALLWAY. IT WAS A DAILY
OCCURANCE.MY MOM WOULD WAKE AT NIGHT SCREAMING THAT LITTLE BLACK IMPS WERE
ALL OVER HER AND THEY WERE TRYING TO STAB HER WITH SMALL SPEARS. NOW MANY
PEOPLE WOULD SAY SHE WAS CRAZY, BUT I KNOW WHAT SHE SAW WAS REAL. THINGS
STARTED TO ESCALATE ONE SUMMER WHEN I WAS ABOUT 9 YEARS OLD. MY FAMILY AND I
WENT TO THE BEACH FOR A WEEK AND MY AUNT DECIDED SHE WAS NOT SCARED TO STAY
ALONE AND HOUSE SIT. ON THE FIRST NIGHT THERE WAS NO ACTIVITY AND I AM SURE
SHE WAS BEGINNING TO THINK WE HAD ALL TAKEN LEAVE OF OUR SENSES. BUT ON THE
SECOND NIGHT SHE WAS IN THE DEN AND ALL OF THE HOUSE DOORS WERE LOCKED. SHE
REMEMBERED HEARING SOMETHING IN THE BASEMENT THAT SOUNDED LIKE A FREIGHT
TRAIN AND THEN A BLOW TO THE BACK OF HER HEAD AND THEN NOTHING. ON THIS
NIGHT MY GRANDPARENTS CAME OVER TO CHECK ON HER AND AFTER SEEING HER ON THE
FLOOR THROUGH THE WINDOW THEY CALLED THE POLICE BECAUSE THEY DID NOT HAVE A
KEY AND THE HOUSE WAS LOCKED UP TIGHT. WHEN THE POLICE AND AN AMBULANCE GOT
THERE THE POLICE HAD TO BREAK INTO THE HOUSE. UPON ENTERING THEY FOUND MY
AUNT UNCONSCIOUS WITH A NASTY GASH ON THE HEAD AND ABSOLUTELY NO WAY ANYONE
COULD HAVE GOTTEN IN. THERE WAS NO FORCED ENTRY AND ALL DOORS AND WINDOWS
WERE LOCKED. MY AUNT NEVER ONCE STEPPED THROUGH THE DOOR OF OUR HOUSE EVER
AGAIN. AFTER A FEW MORE YEARS AND A TERRIBLE ESCALATION OF VIOLENT
OCCURRENCES MY PARENTS DIVORCED AND MY MOM AND US KIDS MOVED TO A DIFFERENT
LOCATION. I WAS SO HAPPY. MY DAD TURNED THE HOUSE INTO A BACHELOR PAD AND
TWO OF HIS FRIENDS MOVED IN. ONE GUY (RICK) STAYED FOR 1 WEEK AND LEFT AND
REFUSED TO TALK ABOUT IT. MY DADS FRIEND LARRY SAID SOMEONE KEPT GETTING IN
BED WITH HIM AND SAYING HIS NAME. AFTER A FEW MORE MONTHS THEY BOTH LEFT THE
HOUSE AND IT STOOD EMPTY FOR ABOUT A YEAR. THEN MY UNCLE FROM OUT OF STATE
MOVED BACK HOME WITH HIS FAMILY AND WANTED TO RENT THE PLACE BECAUSE IT IS A
BEAUTIFUL HOME AND HE DID NOT BELIEVE IN THE PARANORMAL. THEY MOVED IN ON A
SATURDAY EVENING AND THE NEXT DAY THEY LEFT AND NEVER WENT BACK. MY DAY HAD
TO LOAD ALL OF THEIR STUFF AND TAKE IT TO THEM THEY WOULD NOT EVEN GO BACK
IN FOR THAT. THE HOUSE SAT EMPTY FOR ABOUT 6 YEARS AND THEN I GOT MARRIED MY
DAY TOLD MY HUSBAND ABOUT THE HOUSE AND MY HUSBAND DID NOT BELIEVE EITHER.
MY DAY GAVE US THIS BEAUTIFUL HOUSE AND MY HUSBAND COULD NOT WAIT TO MOVE
IN. I CRIED IN TERROR THINKING ABOUT IT. ON OUR WEDDING DAY MY NEW HUSBAND
WANTED TO SPEND THE NIGHT IN OUR NEW HOME. I TRIED TO TALK HIM OUT OF IT BUT
HE CONVINCED ME THAT NOTHING WOULD HAPPEN TO ME THERE. BY THIS TIME MY MAMA
HAD DIED. THAT DAY WHEN WE WENT INTO THE HOUSE IT WAS THE FIRST TIME I HAD
SET FOOT THROUGH THAT DOOR IN MANY YEARS. BUT AS SOON AS I WENT IN THE
FEELING OF TERROR I EXPERIENCED WAS SO OPPRESSIVE I COULD NOT CATCH MY
BREATH. I CRIED LIKE A BABY AND BEGGED JOEY FOR US TO LEAVE BUT HE REALLY
DID NOT BELIEVE, HE HUGGED ME AND SWORE HE WOULD NEVER LET ANYTHING HAPPEN
TO ME. EACH ROOM I WENT INTO BROUGHT DIFFERENT TYPES OF TERROR IN ME AND I
KNEW I WOULD NEVER BE ABLE TO LIVE HERE AGAIN. THE ELECTRICITY WAS NOT
CONNECTED SO THAT EVENING WE STAYED IN THE LIVING ROOM WHICH IS THE ROOM
WHERE I EXPERIENCED LESS TERROR THAN ALL THE OTHER ROOMS IN THE HOUSE. I HAD
FALLEN ASLEEP IN MY HUSBANDS ARMS TO CANDLELIGHT AND AT ABOUT 3:00 AM MY
HUSBAND GRABBED ME UP AND TOLD ME TO GET DRESSED THAT WE WERE GOING TO A
HOTEL. I HAVE TO BE HONEST I HAD SEEN NOTHING THAT NIGHT AND HAD STARTED TO
WONDER IF EVERYTHING WAS GOING TO BE OKAY, BUT WHEN I SAW THE LOOK ON HIS
FACE I KNEW HE HAD SEEN SOMETHING THAT SHOOK HIM TO THE CORE OF HIS BEING.
HE WAS TERRIFIED, WE HAVE BEEN MARRIED FOR 24 YEARS AND TO THIS DAY HE WILL
TELL NO ONE WHAT HE SAW. HE REFUSES TO TALK ABOUT IT AT ALL. NEEDLESS TO SAY
HE TOLD MY DADDY THANKS BUT NO THANKS. THAT HOUSE HAS BEEN RENTED OUT BY MY
DAD TO 10 DIFFERENT FAMILIES NONE OF WHOM STAYED BEYOND 6 MONTHS. THIS IS
THE HONEST TRUTH AND CAN BE CORROBORATED BY MANY, MANY PEOPLE. I LIVE IN
COLUMBIA S.C NOW BUT A FEW YEARS AGO MY HUSBAND AND CHILDREN ALONG WITH MY
SISTER AND HER FAMILY RODE BY THE HOUSE IN CLIFTON AND IT IS STILL OWNED BY
MY FAMILY AND IT IS STILL BEAUTIFUL AND IT IS STILL TERRIFYING. IT STANDS
EMPTY NOW AND HAS BEEN FOR YEARS. I DON'T KNOW IF ANYONE WILL EVER MOVE IN
AGAIN BUT I DO THAT KNOW THEY WONT STAY.
What I experienced in a Federal Prison
I have been a correctional officer for 20 years. (recently
retired) I cant give names or places because the government is very
conservative and the Bureau of Prisons is super touchy about negative PR.
To begin with I think EVERY older joint in the Bureau has its share of Ghost stories, from the "Gray Man" in tower VI in Leavenworth to "Johnny Walker" in Springfiedl Medical Facility. My FCI (Federal Correctional Institute was no acception. Our hauntings or as we referred to them "Weird Forking feces" centered around Dorm I and the Prison Chapel. Unit one had two inmates kill themselves in a suicide pact in the fifties, the inmates have been seen by staff on the midnight to eight shift walking through the unit and into a shower stall where they disappear. When the building was abandoned you could walk by their at night and hear boots and equipment jangling. One night four of us heard a voice yell 'STAND FOR COUNT".
BUT THE REAL STORY is our Prison chapel. About 1974 an officer who was about to retire took some overtime it was his last assignment before retirement. The Nation of Islam Inmates nocked him down and decapitated him. (they had nothing against him he was just the wrong man in the right place at the wrong time) For thirty years the chapel has been in the center of odd happenings. Lights go on and off, Doors that are locked (heavy duty prison locks) are unlocked. Toilets flush and inside doors open on their own.
Footsteps and equipment rattles. In my 20 years service we have had one sighting. A young officer went over to the chapel after hours to shake down in prison slang it means to search for homemade intoxicants, weapons, drugs etc. Officer "S" saw another staff member walking up and down between the pews - Officer "S" identified him later as the murfered officer.
The evening where my story really begins was in the summer of 2000 it was a hot humid night, (The kind of heat Kipling would say "Make yer bloody eyebrows crawl"!) The institution was experiencing a lot of demolishing of the old units so the inside was fenced off like a rats maze. At 9:30 pm the Officer in Tower I called the control center and said "There's someone in the chapel"! He was told to knock off the crap. He replied "This is for real there is movement in the chapel. At that point the shift Lt ordered a special count at 10:00pm we had good count all inmates were accounted for. Both Twr I and II reported movement in the chapel and lights going on and off. The mobile patrols were called to the front of the institution and set up a perimenter, bullet proof vests on and assault rifles out. At about 10:20 myself , the shift Lt and several other officers entered the chapel with Mace and riot batons. We found nothing, just an emtpy building with locked offices. At about 10:25 with two staff in the office section of the chapel the rest of us (about five) entered the chapel proper. We checked the area and entered a walk in storage area of about fifteen feet square. bsp; A steel music stand rose up on its own turned in the air and drove into the wall close to the Lt's head. We ran out of the storage room and hit the main chapel doors. Five grown men - Five grown tough men could not open the double doors. We would push on them they would open maybe an inch and slam shut. The doors finally opened and we spilled out into the vestibule. EVERY door Every Locked door began opening and closing in unison one officer was thrown against the wall by assailants unkown. The woman officer started screaming "Someone is touching me"! I ran to help her and assailent unkown shoved me down the hall into a wall. I ran back to assist the Officer she was screaming "Something is touching me"! she was swatting at the air like a person being pursued by hornets. I grabbed her and we couldnt move. The other staff formed a chain the last man on the chain locked hands with me and began dragging us out. As we started to leave the woman officer was tripped by assailants unkown. Six grown adult men, ex police, soldiers, long experience in Corrections watched has an assailant unknow dragged the woman officer back into the chapel. (Yes her leg was up in the air as someone was holding her ankle and dragging. I dove for her and grabbed her wrist (yes I could feel the pressure and myself moving) I told her "Deborah I love you with all my heart. You are my beloved little sister I am not leaving you. If we get dragged to Hell then I am coming too! I love you Deborah Harrison with all my heart and I am so flattered you have a crush on me"! the tugging stopped and we left the chapel.
We were checked out by the prison PA One officer had two stitches in his head from hitting the wall. Another had a banged up knee from being tripped. I had a hand print on my chest (A red splotch with the thumb and two fingers identifable.) Officer Harrison had a angry red splotch around her ankle where she had been grabbed.
It was all over but the paper work. We all wrote memos and we were all considered either crazy or the biggest lairs on the planet. I am a Vietnam Veteran and served in the South Afrikan Army as a teenager i worked in funeral home. I am not morbid or prone to believing every shadow is the boogie man coming for me! My attitude was "Dead is Dead" if you are in Heaven you dont wanna come back if you are in Hell you cant come back"! I am not going to say we were atttacked by ghosts or poltergiest or whatever but I freely admit that I experienced something that could not be explained by ordinary means.
thanks for listening!
One night, my mom was home alone except my brother,but he was sleeping,and all of a sudden, she saw a light coming from the room that is mine(I was at my dads at the time). It wasn't bright enough to be the room light, and I didn't have a lamp or anything like that.Also the room was a bit chilly.She was so scared that she called her mom, which is my grandma. Another story is that one time I had a Friend over at my house,and we were dancing and listening to music,and than we heard a grunt, it sounded a bit like the word help. It wasn't our imagination, because we heard it at the same time, and it wasn't anyone else, because my mom was in the living room and my step and my brother was on a four- wheeler ride. Ever since, I have heard a door slam, usually at midnight.
I live a few miles from Shady Grove. My fiance and I have been there
3 times and took another couple along with us. It knows when you are coming.
The first night, when my fiance and the other couple were coming, they
nearly got into a wreck. Sounds coincidental, but let me finish. I also
nearly got into a bad wreck going to meet them so they could follow me
to my house. Again, in my car, we nearly flipped going around the first
curve. I was not driving too fast, as that road is curvy and narrow. We
parked in front of the site, so we could clearly see the chapel. When you
are quiet and still, not only does the temperature drop, but it seems to
get darker. (we went there during the summer of last year, so it wasnt
due to weather conditions) Like I said, the temperature dropped and became
chilly on an otherwise muggy night. We got out of the car and went up to
the chapel. We acually went into the chapel and my fiance lit his windproof
lighter so we could see. It faded out. There was no breeze, no nothing.
That happened each of the 3 times we went in there. We have heard the moans
and screams. We have felt cold spots and cold hands. We've seen lights
inside that chapel from no natural cause. (its very dark out there) We
went to the right side of the cemetery (that's if you are facing the chapel)
and my friend stood near a tall stone monument and put his hand on it,
not forcing any weight onto it. After he took his hand off of it was was
standing near it and saying something it collapsed. Had he not been so
quick moving, it would have crusshed him. We left after that. Knowing which
way to go, we got lost. Also, when we left, there was fog in places where
there shouldnt have been fog.
Having gone there before with another person, i HAVE SEEN what appeared to be a little girl in a white dress with blonde/white hair. I know i seen it.
After we got back to my house, and our friends left, my fiance said he had seen the same thing. I had never said a word about what i had seen to him before, and he got freaked out when i told him i had seen the same thing on a previous visit. Two of us seen a pair of red eyes in the same spot, but from different angles.
The second time that we all went to Shady Grove, again, we nearly had a wreck (driving carefully, still not a coincidence). The temperature dropped again, and it got darker and darker. We heard more groans and screams. We heard one that would make you need to change pants. It sounded like a man being tortured by Satan himself. Again, we went inside the chapel and the windproof lighter faded out. My flashlight also would not work. It had new batteries and worked fine before we left. Walking through the cemetery there definitely was a sense of dread. Also, my fiance seen something behind a grave stone. We chose not to stay as long as the first time we went out there. When we got back to my house, my friend's girlfriend asked us if she would sound crazy if she told us that she seen something. We told her no and she described the same little girl that my fiance and i have both seen. No one had told her what the little girl looked like before she said it. On the way back home, our friends nearly got into a wreck. The third time, we decided to go back, we stayed only ten minutes. We went to apologize to anyone living or dead that we had upset. Apparently, we had upset someone on our visit, because we were told "GET OUT!" Belive me, we got out.
I know some of it sounds far-fetched, but it is the truth. Had it not been, i wouldnt have wasted my time typing this email. I hope the information I have contributed from my experience is helpful to someone in the future.
Hi, I came across your webpage and have enjoyed reading the stories submitted by people. I have one of my own. When I was 14 yrs old my family and I moved into this old house which was was also attached to a repair shop and mini mall of sorts. We learned that this house was also a boarding house in the 30's or 40's. When we moved in strange things would happen, we'd hear children playing in the foyer or they would be heard laughing and running up the stairs, I've heard them when I knew all my younger siblings were not in the house. The house was of course older and had a basement, a main floor and a second floor. We lived there for nine years and my mother moved out when I was 23. Many nights I felt I was attacked in the middle of the night, like there was a force holding me down. I couldn't move or speak but I was afraid and would fight to move and sometimes make some movement. It may sound silly but I felt like something was trying to force me out of my body. This happened for many years until I was about 20 yrs old, in no matter which room I may have been sleeping in, it would happen. When my younger sister was around 14 it happened to her, but only once as she recalled. She remembers waking up one night with a weird sensation. It also felt like someone was holding her down. Our dog who was sleeping in her room went berserk and the feeling went away, she felt exhausted and fell back asleep. ( exactly what would happen to me). But in her case she woke up with finger-like bruises on her upper arms. SCARY! My grandfather who was still alive and living with us had Parkinson's disease and would be awake in his room most nights, he would see an elderly woman moving from room to room and peek in, almost to make sure we were okay I guess. One night my mother woke up because she felt a presense in her room, she woke up to find a ghostly image of an elderly woman leaning into to my brother's crib, the apparition then straightened up and left the room. When my mother asked my grandfather what it may have been, he told her not to bother with her and that she always makes her rounds at night, she was a good spirit. I still to this day do not know how many spirits were in that house, but there was one that looked like an Indian man who would walk from the back door to the front door, he would be dark, almost black in appearance and would scare the crap out of anyone who would see him. The basement was where my two younger brothers had their room. It always exuded a scary feeling and no one would want to go down there alone...ever. I don't know how they were ever able to live down there for so long. Unseen forces would lift their beds off the floor and drop them while they were sleeping in them, if they unscrewed the lightbulbs (because they were too scared and lazy to go up the stairs to turn off the lights at night) they would screw back in. Whatever lived down there with them hated it because the bulbs would be screwed back in so tight it was hard to change them. I had a baby when I was young and still lived at home, one day my youngest brother, who was two years older than my son and jealous of the attention he got, pushed him down the basement steps. He was in a walker that had wheels and Devon was about 5 or 6 months old. I heard him scream (Devon) and tumble down the stairs (the steps had a landing and then the steps continued on to the right) When I got to the basement stairs I found that Devon was holding onto the last step at an angle, he still was in his walker and was dangling, if he fell he would have hit the concrete below. (Every mother's nightmare) The walker fell to the concrete with a horrific crash as soon as I grabbed hold of him. What I found to be unbelievable was that Devon was only 5 or 6 months old and was not strong enough to hold up himself and the walker. I believe that someone or something was holding him in place until I got there. Could it be possible? After living in that house of horrors, I believe it.
Ok this is a true story, It happened to myself and 3 friends when
we went for an over night camp on my friend Elle's property.
We pitched our tent about 3 paddocks away from the house, we were on the river bank. It was about twelve o'clock at night, and as 13 year old girls do, we were up chatting away. Then all of a sudden My friends little brothers (who were also camping down near the river) came running over saying that they were scared and they wanted to go up to the house. When we asked what was wrong the boys told us that they could hear voices down at the river.
None of us belived them but we decided to walk them up to the house anyway. On our way up, there was an old abandon cottage that my friends family used as a shed, we had to walk directly past it and being only 11 years old the two boys were really scared of it. so us girls said we would walk on the side that the shed was.
AS we walked past there was a series of BANGS and a lot of rattling, like some one was throwing things around, it was coming from the shed. We all started running towards the house and then like some one had fired a gun into the trees all the birds flew out of the trees. By now we had reached the house. We stayed there for over an hour until us girls felt safe enough to go back to the tent.
As we made our way back nothing happened, everything was fine until we were back inside the tent...
Inside we all sat quietly then the tent started to shake like the wind was hitting it but there was no wind no a whisper of it. After it finished we all sat still frozen in fear. then Jayme told me to do up the front of the zip. as i moved to do it up (now this happened really fast) we herd someone scream and a lot of stick crunching coming from the other side of the river, then there was some kind of whispering only faint but we could all hear it, it went on for about 10 seconds then it stoped. We sat there for what seamed like hours but it must have been only a couple of minutes then there was a sound like someone coming out from under the water and taking a deep breath.
I remember being so scared, one of my friends was crying. then Elle grabbed her mobile and started to ring her parents up at the house, the phone didn't turn on it said low battery we all looked in disbelief at the mobile phone, Elle had only just charged it before we came down to camp.
So we diced we had to go up to the house i unzipped the tent and one by one we got out. nothing. Thats what we saw only the fences surrounding the paddock and the trees around it. We started walking to wards the house when my friend stoped she had a panic attack she said she could see it she pointed towards the old cottage/shed and the lights were turned on inside, my friend Elle said in a whisper that the lights hadn't worked for ages. all stood glued to the ground for i remember seeing a shadow move across the window and a face as white as snow appear and just stare at us for about 5 seconds. Ashley my other friend screamed she had seen it too. we all ran to the house and none of us looked back.
We didn't sleep that night but in the morning we all decided that we were tierd and we may have imagined it. but when we went back down with Elle's parents to get our stuff we found the tent completely flattened and our stuff piled a couple of metres away from the tent, the parents who hadn't belived us when we told them about that night saw the looks on faces when we saw the tent, started to belive us.
Elle's dad went looking inside the cottage that day to see if any one had been there, he found it deserted. When he tried the lights, they didn't work.--
As remembered by Babycloud
This all started happening after my great aunt died. She was
very close to my sister and I and we saw her everyday. After being
diagnosed with lung cancer she was adminstered chemotherapy. Her
heart gave out because of it. Although I cannot remember being told
what was going on, at approximately nine o' clock I look out the window
and said "Please make Aunt Dana be alright." I distinctly remember
doing this because I was at my friend's house and she came looking for
me after a while. The next morning I was told she was dead.
We went through my aunt's house later to clean up. I kept an old music box that plays "I'll Be Working on the Railroad" and had a little bird in it that danced.
I was very easily scared as a child. One night I was crying because I thought there was something in a corner looking at me, and the music box started playing. I was quickly distracted and fell asleep.
This happened occasionally ever since that night.
Other times I will be sitting in class or writing on my computer and I will smell a lilac scent. The little hairs on the back of my neck rise and I can feel a hand going up the back of my shirt. Usually I try to shrug it away, but many time it insists. These are the only other times I feel such a presence
when i was little me and my brother peter went down staires as we
weir awake befor every one else.this was on christmas morning and we wasnt
allowed to wake any one else up or open the presents until every one else
was up. so we sat down and chatted then we heard foot steps of someone
with high heels on outside my backdoor so me and peter got up to look no
one was there so we forgot aboout it and then it happened again and again
until we woke our dad up. 6 years later now im 14 and moved out of that
house i only just found out that in world war 2 my house was a school and
our house was built where the securtary had died it is said she only appears
to chil;dren as she still looks for her own who died that same day.since
then my mates who now live in there knew nothing of my story and said the
same thing happened to them
It was the 4th of july , I was about 4 or 5 ,and my mom
and I were in the kitchen making ice-cream floats, when she looked over
at me and saw my mouth open. She asked what was the matter , and I said
someone just ran past the kitchen door , and there was a wall in the
direction it was going. But there was no one else in the house , it was
just my mom and I. So since I was about 4 or 5 she asked me questions
like: Was it a man or a woman, i said man.She asked was he tall or short
i said tall.She also asked me if the color he was wearing was black,
green,red, or brown. I told her brown. Well many years later when my mom
would tell this to people, I found out one thing I didn't know
then............. It was the exact same thing she saw in the corner of
hi my name is michelle. i have wittnessed a haunting in my very own
home. it was about 2 ears ago, in a small house, in a place called livermore.
i was in the house with a friend, we were going to the living room and
suddenly the room was so cold that we could see our breath. of course,
we got scared and ran to my father. he said that it must be that the window
was open, but there is a catch...the window was closed. then, my friend
and went into the room again and it was about 90 degrees. we went to open
the window and ther was people staring in at us, about a dozen, covered
in blood some decapitated. they all were african american people, i totaly
freaked. by then my father had left us with the baby-sitter, so i tried
to call him from my phone in the room, i heared a voice on the other end.
it was a deep voice, definately from a male, and then he started breathing
harder and harder, eventually i hung up the phone. we left the house and
went to her home.
thank you for listening.
My famliy has been plagued by unusual occurences for as many years
as I can remember. There are several of them that come to mind. When I
was 3 we moved into a house in Hutchinson KS. the first night there I remember
waking up and seeing a white floating mass in the room. I cried and my
mom came in and it was gone. I kept having dreams about being in the basement
of this house (it wasn't a scary basement ) i played in it all of the time
while my mom did laundry. I would dream that someone was calling my name
L-y-n-n and I would run for the basement door but it was like slow motion
something pulling me back. I had these dreams until we moved when I was
8. I later found out that a woman had killed her self by wrapping herself
in a mattress in the basement and setting it on fire several years before
we moved in.
Another experience occured when I moved to McPherson KS two of my children then 4 and 5 years old were watching "Mya the Bee" on tv when my daughter heard a noise, she turned and saw an off white figure wearing a tattered dirty gown floating in the hallway looking into the room where my husband was napping, she turned away in disbelief and when she looked back it was gone, later that day she developed sores all over her face that were gone the next day . My daughter is now 19 and tells me "It looked like jesus",
Another incident occured just after i had gone to bed. I had an early shift the next day so I went to bed before my husband, all of a sudden I felt someone patting/stroking my hair, I jumped out of bed and turned on the light thinking i would find my husband playing a trick on me, but no-one was there... I went in to the living room where my husband was watching TV i was really shook up, after he calmed me down he said "oh man what day did your mom die on?" ( my mom had been killed in a motor vehicle accident 11 years earlier to the day) i hadn't realized what day it was . My husband thinks it was just my mom looking after me.
The scarriest incident took place in a house we move in to about 1/2 a block from the hospital. my son who at the time was 16 was getting ready to go to sleep in his room in the basement when he heard a noise upstairs; he thought my husband was in the kitchen so he headed for the stairway.. when he got to the foot of the stairs and looked up he saw a shadowy figure peek around the corner and peer down at him. He immediately ran back to his room and got a baseball bat.The next thing he knew the figure was at the bottom of the stairs then disapeared and reappeared at his doorway, he jumped under his blankets with the bat hoping it would go away. He then began to feel somthing stroking his hair so he jumped out of bed running and screaming up stairs to me and my husband as paniced as iv'e ever seen anyone. we looked down stairs and couldn't find anything. Hes 18 now and has never deviated from his story.
This is a strange experience I had about 6 years ago. You can put
it on your web site if you like. The night My Niece Grace was born I was
in bed and not yet asleep when I suddenly saw what I thought was an operating
room, It was sort of like looking through a tunnel that was turning around,
and around. I woke my husband up, and asked am I awake, and he said I think
so, you're talking to me. I told him what I saw and that I didn't think
it was anything bad because I sensed that the people were happy. Then the
last thing I said to him before I fell asleep was I wonder if my Sister
in Law is having her baby. About 6:30 in the morning our phone and at just
the time had the vision My sister in law was taken into the delivery room.
I think it was my brother's emotions I picked up on. He's a paramedic,
and as he has delivered babies before while in the course of his work the
doctor stood by just in case and let my brother deliver my niece. He was
so full of emotion I felt it all the way from Iowa to Buffalo, NY
Hi, my name is Claire. I've been reading stories on your site for
while now. I finally decided that I would write in and tell you about my
experience with a creature.
About four years ago, my mum & myself moved into a townhouse. For a period
of time, my room was located in the basement. After six months of living in
this house, I was going down the stairs to the basement, & I heard someone
say to me in a womens voice, "Goodnight, Claire!". I was sort of spooked,
because my mum was upstairs sleeping & I would have heard her come down the
stairs to the main floor to say goodnight to me. I told my friend Stephanie
about this experience a few months later, and one night she spent the night
at my house. We were going downstairs to watch television in my room & she
said to me, "Your mum is saying goodnight!" I said to her, "My mum is
sleeping!" For the rest of the night, we talked about what it could be &
then never really gave it another thought.
I hadn't had any encounters with the womens voice since those nights, a few
years back. But a few weeks ago, I was sleeping. (By this time, I had moved
my room upstairs.) It was about three in the afternoon, (I sleep late.) & it
was raining outside. My window was open, and the wind was blowing my bedroom
door open and then shut. I got up & shut the window & went back to curl up
in my bed. This happened a lot when it was windy/rainy, so I didn't give it
a thought. I was at the point where i was half awake and half asleep & the
door slammed shut (Remember, I shut my window!) and when it slammed shut, I
heard someone yell, "CLAIRE!!!!". I woke up & I thought my mum had come
home, so I wasn't scared. I went downstairs to see her & but she wasn't
there. I looked out the window to see if her car was in the drive way & it
wasn't. This was my last encounter with the voice & since then, i've been
scared that the same thing will happen again. I don't know who or what this
women wants from me, but I would like these visits to stop.
Most of the houses here in Texas are pretty old. Like some are 100's
of years old. There are three houses that I know of for sure that are haunted.
My house is there is a little girl that occupies a the back bathroom and
back bedroom and in the livingroom things break glass explodes and lights
shut off. In the front bedrooms keeping slidding closet doors closed is
hard close them at night by morning time they are open and the kitchen
late night snacks are a no no because the refriguater will slam closed
whether you were done or not.
Hauntings have been witnessed by not only my immediate family, but
my extended family as well for years. We'll start with my experiences.
I say this all casually now, because I'm so used to the occurances, and
for the record, many many of my friends have confirmed all of my experiences
upon their stays at my house. Starting with my room, you can
see faces in the cloth blinds, the radio in my room goes on and off as
it pleases, I hear people calling my name/knocking on my door constantly,
but enter the hallway to see absolutely nothing. You can hear huge
crowds of people/music/footsteps in the attic, and once in a while I'll
come home and the entire room will be in shambles... absolutely everything
out of place. I've had what many believe to be night terrors, only
I know I was wide awake. When I shared the smaller room with my sister,
the closet door would open and I'd see large bats and dragonfly type things
fly out and come right up in my face.. at which point my parents would
run in because I was screaming bloody murder. That went on for about a
month, and just recently started up again. I havent been able to
sleep without a light on in ages, because every time I do, the apparitions
return. In the bathroom, the mirror reflects the window, and you
can see a sickle looking thing in the reflection in the mirror, but not
on the window itself. Candles knock themselves over, pots and pans
tend to knock themselves around at all hours of the morning, you can see
faces in the reflections in the windows in my den, and there is always
a feeling that somebody is right behind you. Two things I remember
most vividly, specifics, are the following: Around the same time
the "night terrors" started, I was walking past what was my room at the
time, to see a tall figure walk wall to wall dressed all in black, big
hat, trench coat, and combat boots. I thought something had
fallen, so I checked, and nothing was out of place. My mom thought
I was kidding until just 2 weeks ago when she went into the attic only
to come running down in fright. I asked her what had happened, and
she said "Remember the person you claimed to have seen walking across your
old room years ago? He was standing over me breathing down my neck in the
attic." Another vivid memory was a recurring dream I had had. I dreampt
the same dream 3 times in one night, about 2 years ago. The dream
never returned, but what had happened in the dream was freaky enough.
In the dream there was a large caped figure with clawlike fingers, very
tall purple skin, but no face. The thing that was consistant
in all 3 dreams was the fact that he gently placed his hand on my cheek,
leaving me to wake up and feel tingly where the hand would have been..
only the 3rd time, I woke up and was bleeding in the 5 spots where his
fingers were putting pressure. No marks were left, but it was obviously
As for my Uncle Mike's house, my cousins radio has turned on in the middle of the night blasting so loud from 3 rooms away that the entire house, even the ppl on the second floor, had woken up. We've heard somebody walking around in the kitchen, cars go down the street and dont come back (He lives 3 houses from the end of a dead end), and the banister to the basement stairs even fell off one night! There were prior accounts of TVs turning on and off, tall shadow figures hovering over beds, things relocating themselves to other parts of the house, doors opening and slamming, screaming coming from the back yard, and talking, seemingly from right next to you.
My Aunt Theresa's house is home to many spirits as well. The night that my father died, she was up and in the kitchen because she couldn't sleep, reasonably so because her brother had just passed on. She heard a voice call "mom!" and thought it was one of her 3 children. Adgitated, as it was around 4 in the morning, she called upstairs and said to her husband, "Joe, put the kids to bed!" My uncle Joe then called down the stairs "What are you talking about, they're sound asleep!" She passed it off as nothing until my uncle, sister, cousin, and 3 of my other aunts had heard the same thing. It was later determined that there was a Hotel built on her property, along with the properties of 4 of her neighbors. We came to the conclusion, since her neigbors son had seen an old lady in his window, and my cousin had seen the little girl walking around her house, that the girl was trying to find her mother and grandmother in the hotel. The callings of "mom" soon stopped, but the sound of footsteps, the front door opening, and random cold breezes still remain.
I am a firm believer in ghosts and misguided/lost souls, and have had too many things happen to me to pass them off as coincidence.
Im only 12 but Ive had lots of experiences with ghosts. The strangest and most viewed one was late at night (around 3 o clock in the morning) and it was my parents barbeque. We have it reguarly in the summer and we had lots of my friends round. We were doing dares, and my best friend at the time, Ellie, dared me to go into a garden with a wooden door at the end of a small alley thing. I walked down, but it was so dark I wanted company. When we got there I open the door and we all saw this man. He was just digging over and over again. He didnt seem to notice us but I get nervous being confronted and I started stuttering apologys. While I was doing this I was looking away from him, as I thought he was just looking at me. It wasnt untill I heard all my friends scream that I looked up and saw just a head. an arm and a spade on their own digging. It was so scary my parents had to ask them to put a bolt on the door incase the digging guy came through.
Salve Regina haunting
The building was unused for a long time before the school renovated
basement so we could live there. There were 12 of us I think it was 4
years ago. There was a ramp that led into the basement but we could never
go to the floors above us at the time. They were renovating the area for a
year. It was mostly at night that we would hear things and while we would
get ready in the morning in the bathroom we would all ask one another about
the of multiple people up stairs running around. Finally someone asked the
sercurity guard about the people up there at night and he looked at her as
if she were making it up or crazy. He told her that no one was there during
the night only a sercurity guard sometimes walking through.
We told him we heard lots of people sometimes runnning, and jumping, and
just being loud. He said he would check it out to see if it were other
students tresspassing, but he never found anyone. Then there were other
things that just spooked us, soon we just lived with the noise and never
mentioned it. TV's would turn off, and the incident that happened to me was
in the bathroom. I was in a stall when the stall door next to me slammed, I
yelled to ask if someone was there and even looked but no one was there. It
happened more than once so I asked another girl to come in the bathroom when
I had to go. I said it must be the door slamming when i close my stall
door. (Eventhough it usually took place long after i gently cloaed the door
and looked it)I figured perhaps the room was on an incline and when my stall
door shut it moved the other since they were attached. so i slammed my door
many times but the one next to me never moved not once. My friend and i
decided to ignore it but I hated to go in there alone to take a shower or go
to the bathroom.
I believe many parts of that campus have spirits, you can ask the dean
he told someone he heard a party going on next to his office and he thought
it was a group of students. He heard glasses and conversation, but when he
went into the room it was empty. That was Wakehurst building an old
mansion. Newport Rhode Island in my mind is pretty haunted.
A Ghost Story from a Psychic
OK this stuff still freaks me out. Iím psychic or to be more
specific Iím a
clairsentient, which means I get a gut feeling about things more so then
most people. Iíve always known of spirits and spirits guides but the first
time I saw a ghost or earth bound spirit I think I aged a bit. It happened
one night at the office. (yes I have a normal job and life. Iím not a Ms
Cleo) We had just moved into a new building and my spider senses kept going
off. I could feel someone was there but couldnít see them. One night after
working late, I was walking out and just happen to look left down a row of
cubicles that were empty, there sitting in one of the chair was a man. He
looked as though he was a photonegative. I didnít move my eyes off him not
even to blink. He was moving and very much alive. I stood there for about a
minute and he never looked at me, he just sat at the desk as if waiting for
something. I turn my head and went home. I only saw him that one time.
A Story of My Own
I have been visiting your site for a long time now and I have had
several experiences with ghosts. So, I decided to share one with you.
My husband and I were still newly married and had just had our son 3 months before. For several months our telephone would ring at 11:15 every night. We would answer but no one would be on the line. We would just hear a dial tone. At the same time, my in-laws wanted us to travel to Mexico to show off our son to his relatives. The first grandchild and great-grandchild on his side. We felt that he was to young to travel so far.
One evening in June of 2000, we were sleeping when all of a sudden the dog woke us up by barking very aggressively. He was staring at the doorway and all of his fur was raised. I picked up the dog and walked to the doorway to see what was there, but the closer I got to the doorway the more the dog would fight me. He did NOT want to go near the door. So I looked and saw nothing. I walked down the hall and saw nothing. My husband was trying to calm our son, and the dog was still going into conniptions!
We laid the baby back down in the bassinet and the dog was walking back and forth in front of the bassinet, still barking and growling. I told my husband that it looked as if he was guarding our baby. Suddenly the phone started to ring. I looked at the clock and it was 11:15! I was tired and irritated and told my husband to answer the phone. As soon as he answered the phone the dog stopped barking and laid down on the floor in front of the bassinet. In the confusion of the barking dog and screaming baby, I didn't notice that my husband was actually talking on the phone. It was his parents. His Grandfather has passed away a few hours prior and they had told him that his last wish was to see his grandchild.
So, in our conclusion, we felt that we had a spiritual visitor. His grandfather had decided to see his first great-grandchild before moving on. And after that night, our phone stopped ringing at 11:15.
MY FATHER USED TO WORK IN HEAVY INDUSTRY AND THAT MEANT THAT HE HAD TO WORK THREE SHIFTS, THAT IS, HE HAD TO CHANGE EVERY WEEK TO A DIFFERENT ONE- DAYS, SWING AND GRAVEYARD.
WE USED TO LIVE IN A HOUSING DEVELOPMENT BUILT FOR SHIPYARD WORKERS DURING THE SECOND WORLD WAR AND EVERYONE KNEW JUST ABOUT EVERYONE ELSE.
THIS ONE WEEK, THE HUSBAND OF THE WOMAN NEXT DOOR WAS A LONG HAUL TRUCKER AND HE HAD TO BE OUT OF TOWN FREQUENTLY LEAVING HIS WIFE AND NEW BABY HOME ALONE. DAD WAS WORKING SWING SHIFT, 4 PM TO TWELVE MIDNIGHT, AND , GENERALLY SPEAKING, WHEN HE GOT HOME OFF OF SWING , MOM WOULD HAVE SOME DINNER FOR HIM AND THEY WOULD SIT AROUND AND TALK FOR A WHILE AFTER THAT UNTIL BEDTIME.
THEY WERE SITTING THERE TALKING ONE NIGHT WHEN SUDDENLY THERE WAS A KNOCK ON THE DOOR. THIS WAS ABOUT 1:30 AM AND DAD GOT UP TO ANSWER IT AS IT WAS TOO LATE FOR MOM TO DO IT. IT TURNED OUT TO BE THE WOMAN NEXT DOOR CARRYING HER BABY IN HER ARMS AND SCARED TO DEATH. SHE BLURTED OUT THAT SHE HAD HEARD SOMEONE WALKING AROUND IN HER HOUSE SO SHE GRABBED THE BABY AND RAN NEXT DOOR.
DAD PICKED UP A HEAVY FLASHLIGHT AND WENT NEXT DOOR TO SEE WHAT WAS GOING ON. HE VERY CAREFULLY WENT THROUGH THE ENTIRE HOUSE AND DIDN'T SEE A THING. HE EVEN WENT OUTSIDE AND CRAWLED UNDER THE HOUSE TO MAKE SURE THAT THERE WAS NO ONE HIDING UNDER THERE AND IT WAS COMPLETELY EMPTY TOO. WHEN HE WAS ABSOLUTELY SURE THAT THERE WAS NO ONE IN THE HOUSE, HE WENT HOME AND TOLD HER THAT HER HOUSE WAS EMPTY BUT IF SHE WAS SCARED, SHE COULD SPEND THE NIGHT AT OUR HOUSE.
SHE DECLINED , WENT HOME AND WE DIDN'T HEAR ANY MORE ABOUT THE PHANTOM FOOTSTEPS FROM HER BUT DAD TOLD US THAT WHILE HE WAS LAYING ON HIS BACK UNDER HER HOUSE, HE COULD HEAR SOMEONE WALKING VERY CLEARLY AND HE WAS SO SURE THAT HE HAD MISSED SOMETHING THAT HE WENT BACK AND WENT THROUGH THE HOUSE COMPLETELY AGAIN BEFORE HE CAME HOME. THE HOUSE WAS EMPTY.
Ghosts Wakes People in House
I lived in an old farm house in gleason,Wisconsin. When I moved in i found alot of long blonde hair on the frame of the basement door that was in the floor.The hair still had the roots on .One night after liveing there for a couple months. The feelings I was haveing since we moved into the house would come to be explaned. I had put the kids to bed ,Jeremy 12,Joey(girl)11,Mike 9,Jenny 7,Chris 3,Rose 1, and laid down myself. I was just about asleep when I felt someone stareing at me I looked expecting to see one of the kids,but it was a figure in a black cape.I felt a COLD chill run through my body and turned over trying to shake the scarry feeling I was feeling. I was about to wake my husband when I heard Jeremy coming down stairs. I heard him stop at the bottom of the stairs and say," Hi Mom, I have to go poddy" I told him to go. Then he asks," Why aren't you in bed?" Without thinking about what I had just seen I said," Jay I am in bed. " By this time he was in the bath room and he said," Ya now you are ,but you were just sitting in the chair in the liveing room." I didn't want to alarm him to any thing so I said ," Ok Jay Good night!" He said," Good night mom." The next thing I knowMike is coming down the stairs and i hear him open the bathroom door and then close i right away,saying"Sorry mom,Why didn't you tell me you were in the bath room?" I said," mike I am not in the bath room." He opens the door and says well some one was.Then he went poddy and we said good night.Then all of a sudden I hear Jenny screeming to the top of her lungs," MOM HELP ME! MOM HELP!" I run up the stairs yelling for Joey to help Jenny. But Joey slept through it all . I get to jenny she is cring real hard and very scared.She says," Mom there was a man beside my bed and he woke me up saying,It's in the name of the law it's in the name of the law, Then he went under my bed. I did not have the nerve to look so I woke up Joey and took them down to sleep with me. Then I talked to my Pastor and he said I should have him come and excersise the house so Then he came out and did just that. He and his wife said they could both feel it real strongly! I don't know if it worked or not, but for the little time we lived in the house after that there was always strange feelings in the house.
It had been about 6 months since my grandma had died and no one had
been in her house for the whole 6 months. One day my dad told me and my
two brothers that we were going to grandma's house to clean it up, since
no one had been there for about 6 months. My brothers and I had always
disliked going to her house it always seemed creepy to us and my dad had
something jump on him on his bed and hold him down when he was growing
up there. My grandma was very religious and she had the house blessed twice
because she said she used to hear chains in one of the bedrooms, after
the blessing the chains were heard on the outside of the bedroom. Well
that morning that we showed up to the house we felt as if we were being
watched and we saw that the rose bushes had huge roses on them. As
soon as we opened the fromt door we all smelled the perfume that my grandma
used to use, my two brothers and my dad and I looked at each other but
my dad said let's go in. As we walked through the house we noticed
that there was no dust on the furniture and the house was spotless. My
brothers and I walked by my grandma's room and the rocking chair that she
always sat on reading her bible started to rock, not fast but slow and
steady, just like she used to rock on it. Well, me and my brothers
ran outside where my dad was talking to the neighbor and she asked my dad
"how was my grandma doing?" My dad told her that she had passed away about
six months ago, the neighbor nearly fell and we all jumped the wall to
help her and when she came to she told my dad "How could that be, I was
talking to her yesterday while she watered her rose bushes" Needless
to say that my brothers and I have never gone back to the house.
My dad and aunts do continue to visit the house and my dad says that he
still talks to my grandma. They have never spoke about selling her
For all of you out there who doubt this one, I can't tell you what to beleive but I know that this is true I LIVED THROUGH THIS and this is not the only story I have my brothers and I seem to have something that attracts ghosts. If ever in el paso ask for the house that people see the old lady at about 2 in the morning watering her roses.
Hello, I'm not exactly sure I should do this. I'm 30 years old and
I've never experienced any odd events until my first husband died. We were
very young when we married in High School (no I was not pregnant). Sweethearts
since Jr High. Graduated and had promising futures when he died in a car
accident in Athens, Georgia.
I've heard stories from experiences his dad had the night he died. My late husband had a very loud truck (common here in GA) and my father-in-law said he knew something was wrong when he heard the truck in the driveway at around 2am. We lived in Athens but not with his parents. He said he went into the living and saw him sitting on the couch very quite. My father-in-law said he didn't look clear or misty but very pale. My father-in-law went into the kitchen for some water thinking my husband was there due to a fight we might have had or something, when he can back from the kitchen, Richard was gone.
I got the call at 5am about his accident and that they were working at the scene (we knew all the police and emergency workers in Athens), they needed me to come ASAP. I got dressed and started out the door when a black and white cat showed up and followed me to the car. I didn't think anything of it until I got back later that day and the cat was still there. Never saw this cat before but it looked just like the tattoo Richard had on his shoulder. Exact image of Sylvester from the cartoon Tweety.
Any how, the cat stayed on the front porch until the morning after we buried him. I've never seen the cat since. This has been many years ago. When I married my second husband was when things really started. My second husband became a very violent man. After his "episodes" he would wake up in the middle of the night not being able to move, said someone was holding him down. He started feeling someone squeezing his arm when he raised it to hit me.
Things calmed down after our divorce except for the photo albums I had. Right before something bad would happen things would fall off the shelve in the closet. This is where I kept all the photos of Richard, his death certificate and images from when he was a child all the way to his funeral. They would always fall to open on one photo that was taken of us 2 weeks before he died.
When I married my present husband things started again. But they were calming. I always thought Richard was with me in some form. My husband saw a man in our kitchen one night. We were playing games with my step daughter when Jeff looked up and saw Richard standing in the kitchen smiling. Jeff, who is scared of a lot of things, just got up and went into the kitchen. He was pale at first but came out very calm. He told me what he saw and my step daughter told us she had seen and talked to him. She is only 6 and knows nothing about Richard. She told us that when she gets scared at night Richard comes to her regularly and comforts her. I wont lie, I freaked. Until she said a phrase that had me in tears and joy for the first time of my life. She told me that Richard told her to tell me that "I looked good in love". When Richard was alive he would sing me the song "You look so good in love" by George Straight every night while we were getting ready for bed. At first I thought maybe she had seen the sheet music I had of this song in the photo albums I had of Richard but I realized there was no way she could have seen this since she is only 6 and could never reach that shelf.
Since January of 2004 my husband has seen Richard a good many times. My step-daughter has talked to him and inlighted us on their conversations, mainly things as to where she left her shoes (usually hidden under clothes). But I have not seen him nor heard anything. My family tells me now, since my daughter has informed them we are haunted, that they knew Richard would watch over me. After all these years I found out from his family and co-workers that the day he died he told them what he wanted done with his body and where he wanted to be when he died. I never figured it out when we had out last conversation until all this started happening. His last words to me before he left work was "No matter what happens tonight, remember I will always love you and be with you". I still have to drive past the spot where he died twice a day my car had never ridden so smoothly as it does when we pass that spot. The cross is still there and we maintain it regularly
I have just a few questions. My son and lived in a duplex about 4
or 5 years ago. That that time my son would have been 3 or 4.
When we moved in very thing was great. We got to know are neighbors in the other side of the duplex and we became great friends. That was March of 1999. My neighbor told that in there side of the duplex they could here a small baby crying, but looked around and found nothing. That falling Septmeber my neighbor took his own life, in there side of the duplex. That October trouble began in our side. My son began having horriable nightmares. (He did not know exactally what had happened next door) To point of there was no sleeping at night.
The nightmares where the worst I have very seen. To look at him, sleeping peacefully. Then to go from thrashing around and acting like he was not able to move his one arm (and always the same arm) and screaming in his sleep. It was horriable. I would have to try very hard to get him awake and to get him to settle down.
One we where all in bed. He began crying. So I got up and by the time I checked his bedroom door he began screaming that there was someone in the house. I had a friend spending the night that night so was looked through out the house and there was nothing there. I explained to him that here was nothing there and got him claimed down and went back to bed. Knowing that he is fully awake he starts yelling again. "Mom she is in the hallway" So once again, we jumped up and there was nothing there. That night, he told me that there was a lady in the hallway, standing there and waving him to come to her.
Now this happened more that once, it happened all the time. I could never see her. One night it was late, when we got home. He told me that she was standing in front of my bed. I still could not see her.
Shortly after all of this, we moved. Leave the lady behind and the nightmares.
I am a great fan of your website, and have decided to share my experiences
I have believed in ghosts my whole life, but never actually encountered anything....until a few years ago.
About 2 years ago, I did a course in Reiki (with my boyfriends ex wife - a Reiki master). As part of the course, is the opening of your 3rd eye, to allow the healing energy to flow through you. It was after this, that strange things started happening to me.
My psychic ability (which was almost non existant) became apparent and I started to receive messages from people who had 'passed over' while chatting to others on the net. (eg. I knew a woman put a brown teddybear in her grandson's coffin etc).
It was about this time that strange things started to happen in our home.
One evening, while watching TV with my boyfriend, I saw a small boy walk accross our loungeroom. I saw him clearly, and he was neither solid nor transpearant. He was wearing a long, white nightdress. Not long after this, my daughter, who was 2 or 3 at the time, started talking to and blowing kisses to 'the little boy'.
A few moths later, I saw a tall man wearing a coat and hat (circa 1950's) walk into my bedroom.
Then I had a dream (I have since been told that spirits can communicate with you in dreams). I walked into my bedroom and saw an old man fishing. I asked him who he was and he said he used to come fishing here years ago when the was a stream running by (we have a major river in Adelaide, Australia aprox 2km up the road from us, so a stream may have run from there).
Then, one night, I awoke to hear our phone being dialled (a handheld phone which I always kept in it's crib next to my bed). I said 'I hear the phone'. My boyfriend also heard it, but we fell asleep again. The next morning, I found it on the floor at the base of our bed. I thought it pretty strange at the time, but now I wish I had redialed to find out who it was calling.
Our son was born in 2002. I would often have him in the computer room with me while I was in chatrooms. More times than I can count, I would hear and feel my boyfriend enter the room and kneel beside my son. When I would turn to talk to him, no one would be there, but my son would be smiling at something.
I have never felt threatened by our companions, and they make themselves known to me on a daily basis. Footsteps, voices, children laughing, physically feeling someone in the room with me are natural occurances (which only I am privvy to).
I have felt, seen and heard ghosts in other places to (old hotels, houses, cemetaries) but I never get scared, just most of the time I feel their saddness or frustration.
I consider it a privialge to have this gift and treat it and the ghosts with the respect they deserve.
Hi my name is Rani and i live in the south of england My experience
with my brother since he was really small, he would be frozen in his sleep
and have load screaming noises in his ears, when he resisted it or shouted
back it would get worse. We didn't actually know what it was i was still
young at this time all i really remember is my mum praying for him. when it
happened really bad it would sometimes deafen him for days. I am the closest
sister to my brother he is 7 years older than me and treats me as if i'm his
own daughter, i never really understood what he goes through when he has
these experiences until i was about 11. I remember being half asleep and
suddenly all of a sudden my whole body locking up, as if i has hundreds of
weight on me. not even being able to open my eyes or cry for help, i felt
like strugling but the more i tried to move the more it hurt. then as i
tried to relax it gradually went away and i got up and grasped for air. this
kept happening until this very day. there are times where i see a tall man
laying on top of me or sitting beside me when i try and open my eyes. Once
when i was at my brothers house it happened, i was asleep on the air bed and
my brother was on the bed, i was laying flat on my back, suddenly i felt
someone almost jump on me, i tried opening my eyes and i saw a dark figure
on top of me, a few moments later it stopped and i jumped out of my bed and
i cried out to my brother telling him there was someone else in the room but
there was no one. i still don't know why it happens to me. i am now 20 years
old and i am almost used to it now. thanks for listening to my story i have
lots more to tell. Bye.
My Childhood Haunted Home
I grew up in a house that I believe is haunted. We heard footsteps
on the second floor yet no one was found.We also heard a phantom car door
slamming,usually in the afternoon. I was so used to these things that I
was never afraid. After I married,I moved to a house a few miles from my
parents. Pans would fly out of the cabinets on their own,and my daughter
and I both heard a child crying.But the most startling thing happened to
me one afternoon when I was at an outside water hydrant getting water for
our dogs.Suddenly out of nowhere a loud booming male voice yelled "STOP
IT!" I was so startled that I dropped the water bucket,yet
there was no one there but me. I found out later that a very harsh man
and his family had lived there many years ago and that he was quite cruel
to his children.That would explain the sounds of crying children and the
loud commanding voice. And ,no,I didn't move out of that house,I just chalked
it up to another ghostly experience.
A little over two years ago I lost someone I loved very much in a
drunk driving accident. I'll call him Tyler. Tyler was only 22 and I was
hopelessly in love with him. After his death I found it impossible to attend
either the funeral or wake. I remained in a very deep depression for months.
I often dreamnt of him but one night, about six months or so following
his death was very different.
In this dream every detail was crystal clear. I remember that he wore a beutiful suit which was almost beige.He was smiling and I was in shock. He told me that I had to stop feeling bad, that he had watched me beat myself up after his death and that it was hurting him. I asked him how his father was coping and he said pretty well. Then I asked him the obvious. What is it like. He responded it was wonderful. You can be or do anything you wish. Loving animal as I do I asked if there were animals there and all of a sudden he held what looked like a baby penguin in his arms.
When I woke I felt as though a weight had been lifted. I had always been skeptical about the afterlife but no dream was ever that vivid. His voice and his eyes. The next day driving to work I asked Tyler to let me know that it indeed was him that I had spoken to the night before. As I said it one of his favorite songs came on directly followed by a song he used to sing to me. I know he is with me always and I know he never wants me to grieve for him because he is okay and someday we will meet again.
We live on old farmland. The house we live in is rumored to be a slave house. Sometimes out of no where, things will fall off shelves and break. Alot of times at night, you can hear strange noises, such as banging on doors, windows, and anything metal. Which always happens at around the same times. People who live here have seen a young man walk up to the front door (the door is made of glass) wearing a hat, white shirt and smokeing a cigeratte, as soon as he gets up to the door, he reachs out for the door knob and vanishes. Sometimes u can hear screams, people walking, running and shuffeling. Sometimes during the day if ur in the "slave bedroom" u can hear someone walking past the outside window and into the house, slaming the door and walking to the back of the house, then comeing back threw past the bedroom and out the door. Sometimes it will come back in after wards running and slamming doors, and then running out and past the window again. In the "slave bedroom" there is a side door,(3rd door to the room) we assume to be used for easy access to the farm land or if their masters needed them. At night sometimes u can hear someone trying to get in that door. and pulling the screen off the windows near that door. Sometimes during the day, you will see something run past the windows. It looks like a human shadow. But when u go to check it out, their is nothing.
Queen Mary Experience
Several years ago a friend and I stayed over night at the Queen Mary.
We both were getting ready to go to bed for the night and all of a sudden
the shower came on in the bathroom. Neither one of us were in the
bathroom. Sure startled us!! I would love to go and stay at
the Queen Mary again to see if anything else would happen.