The Old Priest In Bryn Mor

By: graham.lewis40@tesco.net

It all started when I was age 16 and I was on a holiday while visiting my auntie at her house in bryn Mor in Cearnafan, the house that my auntie and cousin live in is 18 century's old, The House has a three bedroom with an extension in attic made into two bedrooms with a stairway heading onto the second floor opposite the bathroom, on the second floor they is three bedrooms and one bathroom down stairs they is a spare room which is called the private room and extra toilet and a kitchen heading into the laundry room. My cousin once mentioned seeing a ghost but no one believed her. while my auntie went out shopping and visit a friend, me and my cousin was alone listinng to music and messing around the kitchen which had an old fire place, centured in kitchen next to the window that viewed the back garden,  the house was on full heating, that was until the room temperture went down,  the room went cold and silent, we both paused and stopped the music as a cold breeze shrived down our spines we slowly started heading toward the door which was linked into hall, the hall way was twice as freezing cold as it was in the kitchen, we then heard footsteps, we froze and turned our heads to the stairway when we saw an old shadow of an priest, the shadow was just a dark shadowy figure with with a see through image staring straight at us, we both paused and could'nt speak,  we both panicked and legged it to the front door that lead out side the house,  while we where running a stool out of nowhere came sliding across the floor in the hall, it slid and tripped me over which left me with a big bruise on my ankle, so i got up and managed to reach my cousin outside house, i then closed the door then decided to wait outside house outside the garden until my auntie got back, when she didn't turn up for two hours,it was only after my experienced i found out that a priest once lived and died in this house, but our secret still lives on until now.
 That moment will always be stuck in my head for the rest of my life.
my anutie has now moved out and is now living in a small house, whoever now owns the old house good luck! i am now 20 and i haven't seen my cousin and my auntie for two years the end.
 

By: dizzie_me_gurl@yahoo.com

I'm 14 and im turning 15 in 3 months, this is whats happened in my life so far... Ever since i was real little i've been experiecing ghostly encounters. My mom said when i was little (about 2-3) we lived in the city of Forest Grove, Oregon. Well i Forest Grove we lived in a comunity with a whole buch of people. Our house was a former old folks home and was haunted. I had my own room and i was so proud. According to my mom i used to see "shadow people", and there was one shadow person i didn't like. I also saw a little boy who died in a fire and was trying to find his parents, and i would try to help him. we moved a few times but never lived in a house, always a camper. Then we moved into a really old house. The house was built in halfs (one half was added later). The first half was around 107 years old and the second around 50-60. My little brother and I shared a room upstairs across the hall from my older brother who had his own room. The upstaris was divded into two rooms a hall then mine and my brothers room. The backroom was always cold and always had flies, regardless of the whole in the window, and it always felt like someone was watching you. The middle room wasn't haunted but was still kinda creepy! Jeren (my little bro) and I would stay up late and play with our stuffed animals. We would always hear footsteps in the long hallway connecting the two rooms to our rooms. Any time we heard the footsteps we would jump into bed and pretend to be asleep because we asumed it was our dad.&n p;But noone ever came in our room, and anytime we opened our door to look in the hall we wouldn't see a body. My older brother Robert had his room just across the hall from uss and would hear voices and scratchings in his closet. In m closet we would hear scratching also but not voices. Above our rooms was the attic, and w would always hear footsteps walking aroud up there. My bunkbed would shake if me or my brother was sleeping in the room alone, and Robert said he used to walk into my room and find me having conversations with noone! Also my little brother saw a figure with red eyes. After living in that house for four years we moved into anothre house. Robert would see shadows walking down the halls of our new house and i also saw a little girl with black for her eyes just watching me sleep. We also heard noises. after living in that house for three years we again moved into a different house.(the last two and this house are all in the same town...) Whenever i went to bed i would have to have my dog with me or the closet doors would shake and something would walk around on my bed. In the daytime when i was downstairs me and my little brother would hear pounding upstairs. My little brother also heard voices in his room.We lived there for a year and just recently moved. The house we live in isn't haunted but does have a barely noticable non-threatning prescence. Some time i hear whispers of kids, and Robert hears whispers also. But nothing else has happened in my house that would scare me.
Once me and my ex-bff were at a cemetary near my dads and we felt the presence of a young man and he wanted to do us harm so we ran like crazy fools!
sorry for the long story... hoped you enjoyed it!!

Presidio Park

By: Flrs68@aol.com
 

THERE IS SOMETHING STRANGE OVER THERE AT THE WITCHES TOWER.  IT HAS ALOT OF HISTORY THAT IS SCARY.  I JUST CAME UPON YOUR INFORMATION ON PRESIDIO PARK.  I DIDNT KNOW WHAT I SAW A FEW YEARS AGO WAS ACTUALLY GUARDIANS OR GHOSTS.  I WAS SITTING ON THE WALL CLOSET TO THE PARKING LOT WHEN THEY CAME WALKING UP THE STAIRS AND STOPPED IN FRONT OF ME . AT THAT TIME THERE WERE TWO OF THEM.  WHITE PALEISH MALES BLONDE WAS THE FIRST ONE DARK HAIR THE SECOND.  THEY WORE DARK CLOAK LIKE CLOTHES.  I HEARD THEM SNARL.  THE BLONDE BENT DOWN ON HIS KNEES WITH HIS BACK AGAINST THE WALL CLOSET TO THE PARKING LOT.  HE STARTED PRAISING THE PENTAGRAM WITH HIS TWO ARMS GOING UP AND DOWN WITH THE SECOND ONE STANDING BEHIND AND BESIDE HIM.  THEY SPOKE IN LANGUAGE I DON'T KNOW.  I SPOKE TO THEM AND ASKED IF I WAS INTERRUPTING SOMETHING HERE.  I DONT RECALL WHO SAID IT BUT ONE OF THEM SAID SOMETHING LIKE NO YOUR NOT INTERRUPTING ANYTHING OVER HERE.  THATS WHEN I LEFT THEM AND WHEN I WAS LEAVING THE THE BLONDE WAS PRAISING THE PENTAGRAM AND THE DARK HAIRED STILL STANDING.  I NEVER THOUGHT ANYTHING OF THIS ENCOUNTER.  I THOUGHT IT WAS TWO WIERD GUYS.  BUT WHEN I SAW YOUR ARTICLE THAT WHOLE EVENT POPPED BACK INTO MY HEAD AND THINKS STARTED TO CONNECT.  WORD OF ADVICE IF YOU SEE THESE CHARACTERS IN DARK CLOTHING DO NOT I REPEAT DO NOT SPEAK TO THEM OR ACKNOWLEDGE THEM OR STARE AT THEM MAYBE THE EYES PLAY A PART TO.  LEAVE THAT TOWER AND BE CAREFUL AND KEEP A TAB ON YOURSELF.  IN THE ARTICLE IT SAYS THAT THERE ARE REPORTS OF POSSESSION.  I THINK THAT THE WAY THEY POSSESS YOU IS BY GIVING THEM A WAY INTO YOUR BODY.  SO DO NOT SPEAK TO THEM OR STARE AT THEM.  JUST LEAVE THAT TOWER AND PRAY.  SO AFTER THIS EVENT I DIDN'T THINK ANYTHING OF THIS.  BUT SOMETHING HAPPENED TO ME THAT SCARES THE SHIT OUT OF ME.  IT WAS RIGHT AFTER THAT ENCOUNTER PERHAPS A MONTH OR LESS.  I BEGAN HEARING THINGS MY BRAIN STARTED TO BECOME DIFFERENT  MY HEAD FELT DIFFERENT  MY MIND WAS PLAYING TRICKS ON ME I KNEW I WAS NOT FEELING NORMAL AND FOR SOME REASON I BECAME MORE RELIGIOUS I TURNED TO GOD.  THAT FEELING  GRADUALLY CAME OVER ME I WAS THINKING KIND OF UNUSUAL THIS LASTED FOR ABOUT A MONTH THEN I GOT BACK TO NORMAL AFTER HELP FROM GOD.  BUT THAT MONTH WAS A SCARY MONTH AND I WOULD RATHER NOT GO INTO THE DETAILS. I DON'T KNOW IF THAT WAS A POSSESSION OR WHAT BUT I KNOW WHAT I WAS FEELING AND IT WAS SCARY. SO BEWARE AND BE CAREFUL.  AND IF YOU DO ENCOUNTER THROW SOMETHING AT THEM TO SEE IF THEY ARE REAL.  PERHAPS THAT COULD GET YOU POSSESSED TO.  GOOD LUCK.
 

By: moonlightsurrounded@yahoo.com

Well the only time I can recall, ever having an ghostly encounter, (if you'd even want to call it that) was when I was around five or six years old. My mother and I were staying at a friends house at the time. Our friend, lived in a trailer out in the woods around ProphetsTown, Ill. It was late at night, and keep in mind, I was just a kid, so, my mother wanted me to sleep on the couch with her. Just when I was ready to doze off, my mom jumped, and kind of maid a starteled-gasp noise. I remember that I asked her what was wrong, and she told me something that I thought (at the time) was crazy, scarred me a bit. She said that she was just about to fall asleep when she looked up and seen a man. She said he was wearing a cowboy hat, had long, black hair, and that he was standing right by me, looking at me. Now I also remember when I sat up right quick, I saw no-one, and it couldn't have ben our friend, because although we were spending the night their, he (our friend) was wasn't at the residense. The thing about it though, is that I still remember, that I had felt a presance, but it wasn't very strong, and their was nothing, at all threataning about it. My mom said "maybee he's your gardian spirit", and I would like to think so, maybee but, I don't know. Peace
 

By: JGarcia@TVGNetwork.com

Let me start off by saying that I love you site.
I have had many experiences, Maybe I will send you more later but for now
I would like to share with you something that happened to me just this week, and
it involves my 9 year old daughter.
I was at work and my personal line rang and it was my daughter Sydney.  She was sleepy
and I could tell that she had just woken up.  She said "Mom, Nanny told me to call you and
tell you that you don't have any oil in your car.  She wouldn't let me go back to sleep until I call
you to tell you that."  I don't know anybody name Nanny, and I had never heard her speak of anyone
that she called Nanny either.  So I was confused, I figured that she must be dreaming or something (sure yeah
right, a nine year old dreaming about motor oil?)  okay.
So on my lunch break, I was intrigued and I checked the oil in my car.  NOTHING... it was empty.  I did need oil
in my car.  I couldn't hardly believe it.  I put oil in my car and came back into my office and called my daughter
back to ask her a little more about Nanny.  I asked her if Nanny came to the door or what?  She said "no mom, she just popped up
beside my bed, and she kept telling me to call you, that you don't have oil in your car, and if I don't call you she wouldn't
let me go back to sleep."  I asked her if she was dreaming and she said no, she had awaken her to call me.
I asked her how she knew Nanny.  She told me she had met her when she was 4.  When grandma was sick in the nursing home. (my mother was sick and in a nursing home for about 6 months before she died.)  She said the lady would tell her stuff sometimes.
I asked her what she looked like and she told me she was a skinny lady with short gray hair and she was wearing a yellow outfit.  It sounded like MY grandmother, My mothers mommy.
Last night I was at my grandfathers house, visiting with my aunt and uncle and grandfather.  I told my grandpa about what happened that day, and he said that he truly believes that it was his wife, my grandmother, visiting and watching over us.  He said, She was buried in a yellow suite, (I didn't remember this, I was only 10 when she died).  As we were leaving he said, "Hey, tell Sydney that if Nanny comes back to tell her something that I said Hi. (he said that with a tear in his eye).
I don't know what happened but It seems that my daughter may have the same gift that I have.
Thanks for reading.  Later.
 

By: donna.hubert@sbcglobal.net

Alone in a friends' room, on a comforter, folded in half on the floor,I was laying peacefully trying my hardest to fall asleep.All of a sudden I feel a cold breeze (as common as it does sound) but the windows were as closed as can be. I closed my eyes as tight as possible preparing my self for what was about to happen (for some strange reason I knew)I looked over to the left of me on the quilt that I was laying on to see the imprints of 3 or 4 footprints slowly walking from the top where my head was down towards my feet.What happened to me next was enough to make your skin crawl.Suddenly I felt a being put itself on top of my body making it hard to breath.I tried to move, but could not move a muscle.I opened my mouth to scream and felt my voice traveling through my voice box through my throat but it never made it out of my mouth.I knew I was screaming but I just could not believe that all the effort I was putting forth wasn't producing a sound.
Whatever it was proceeded to cover my mouth with it's own face,I know it was a face because I could feel it holding my arms down with hands.I was scared to death, but I had remember seeing the Warrens and they said when you are scared your body is most vulnerable to being taken ver by a demon, so I calmed down and accepted what was going on ,even though I did not understand exactly what it was.I prayed harder than I had ever prayed in my life ,HAIL MARY FULL OF GRACE ....With in seconds this THING had lifted itself off me.I felt more peaceful at that moment than I had ever felt in my life.
I awoke in the morning hoping that some how some way I could have proof of what happened to me the night before and sure enough I had 4 bruises that looked just like fingers on the upper inside part of my right bicep. At that moment I was sure I WAS NOT CRAZY but my mother still seems to think so.

 Fort Roberdeau, Full Story

By: VAMPIRE_JEFFREY@peoplepc.com

Hello, I have a great respect for what you do; in fact, I’ve done a little ghost hunting with some friends and found it to be quite interesting. Nothing professional, no instruments or cameras of any kind just personal curiosity. I used to do this when I was in college, though I lived in the Scranton area I went to college at Penn State Altoona. I found that local folklore claimed there were many hauntings. We checked out a few but one stuck out in my mind the most. A place which was in the Altoona/Bedford area called Fort Roberdeau (pronounced Ro-Ber-Doe). This fort was used to protect a mine within it from Native American attacks during the time of the Revolutionary War. The fort not only housed mines but swelling areas for the workers, soldiers, women, and children. It was like a very small town. I heard it was haunted from a friend who lived in that area, but he wasn’t sure why or even knew any story behind it. I did however find out why it was haunted. Apparently the entire fort was moved about a quarter of a mile down the road, where it still stands today as a park that has Revolutionary War reenactments. Where it is haunted, is the ground it used to stand on. The dirt road that leads to where the fort now stands goes through a corn field, the right side of the field is where the fort stood. Down the road the road about ¼ to ½ in the middle of the cornfield you are supposed to stop, get out of the car and look down the road. If you look down the road you are supposed to see a black figure walking back and forth by a power line pole representing a guard who patrolled the entrance to the fort. If you look to your left you are supposed to see a dark orb and a light orb, which is supposed to represent children running in the field outside the fort. I’ve been there three times. I will share each of those experiences with you. My friends and I heard about the haunting from a few people. So one night out of boredom we went on our first ghost hunting expedition there. We found nothing. We went a few other places until we decided to go back to the fort again. This time 6 out of 7 of us did see the black figure walking back and forth by the pole, the seventh being a skeptic. We left shortly after, it was getting late. A few weeks later we came down, at this time the cornfield had been harvested, it was just a barren plain now. We stopped, got out of the car and looked down the old dirt road again. This time everyone saw the figure walking back and forth by the pole. After a few minutes of marveling at the figure, it was gone. I suggested to everyone that we walk down there, my friends were a tad leery of walking but soon after I started walking down, everyone followed. I kept walking…. I inspected the pole where the figure stood, nothing out of the ordinary, I walked down the road maybe 15 feet more, I was more towards the left side of the road when I felt the most eerie feeling I have ever felt in my life, I felt a little paralyzed by the feeling. I stood there for a good minute.. I stepped away the feeling went away, when I stepped back and the feeling came back. I did this a few times with the same result and finally I looked down. There was a spot on the road where I was standing, it was black, darker than any other spot on the road, it wasn’t caused by shade, and didn’t appear to be caused by any fluids on the ground, it was just black. I stepped away again, nobody noticed my interest in what had just happened. I asked a friend to come over and stand right there and look (as if to look at something). He felt it too, felt it so much in fact that he exclaimed a word of profanity. Slowly but sure I had everyone stand on that spot…. EVERYONE felt something, everyone, there were about 8 of us this time. All of us had pretty much the same powerful, eerie feeling except for one of us. This girl claimed that she felt as if there was something on her throat and had a piercing pain in her stomach; she nearly doubled over in pain before jumping right off the spot. We all stood around discussing what had just happened for a few moments. I then noticed something. There was fog rolling in, I pointed it out to everyone, we then realized that the fog was rolling from every direction, I’m talking like a big circle about 100 yards in diameter was rolling in around us. On that note we all started back to our cars. We kept watching the fog…. The big circle of fog rolled in, and collected on the spot where we had that eerie feeling. Then, just as quickly as the fog collected on that spot, it just disappeared. Then we left. On our way home some said they felt it was following us, but I’m skeptical about that. My experience, my friends’ experience I did believe, we all felt it, and saw the fog with our own eyes, it’s an experience I’ll never forget. We may not have seen the orbs but it seems we experienced so much more. If you’d like I can have my old friends verify this experience, I haven’t spoken to many of them since I left college, but I may be able to get at least one

"Factory Ghost"

By: robynj67@bigpond.net.au

 
 As of March this year (2004),I worked in a Factory.I was told soon after I started that a worker had died there a few years before I started.It wasn't until maybe 3-4 years later that I felt anything.Things like seeing a person walk up to you out of the corner of my eye and then turning around to say something to them and no body was there.Also I worked weekends when only a few others were working and upon walking to the toilets having the doors close just as you get there and again nobody being in the area.I have also felt the feeling of someone just walking past and brushing into me but again,no body there.He liked to play with us I think.When machinary stopped working for no reason at all we put it down to our "friendly ghost" just having some fun."He" was never malicious in any way.I think he knew how boring and monotunous the work was a was helping us pass the time......
 

By: ivor.needle@rogers.com
 

hi my name is mike and i would like to share a ghost story that happend to me and my two friends rob and sam.it all started whenwe went to bass lake for a camping trip.my dad said we could go for a hike.so sam rob and i went down a trail to the docks.as we were coming down the trail our wakie talkis went crazy with static and a ringing sound.we got realy p.o.ed and shut them off it was unusaul for the walkie talkes to do this cause they were a very relable brand.we just thought it was some one bein stupid on the same channel.when we were goin to come back from the docks it was dusk and about 7 or 7:30 . well rob stoped to tie his shoe we were watching the ground when sam and i saw a pair of white shoe and old torn jeans we grabed rob and ran all the way up the hill all the time we were runing it felt like we were being chased all the way up it felt like we were gonna be grabed any second. but in the middle of the hill we all triped at the same time weird aa.we didn't tell our dad cause he might have thought we were crazy. and now i remember something. ghosts can make electronic equipment go crazy right. i wish to se the ghost again some time because now my best freinds who did not belive in ghosts now

Black Angel

By: auntkaren21@yahoo.com

Reading the stories on your site, I was surprised to
hear there are more than one Black Angels. And in
Cemeteries with the same name.
When I was a Sophomore in High School, one of our
teachers told us about the Black Angel in Riverside
Cemetery in East Moline (it may actually be Moline, I
am not sure where the dividing line is between the 2).
It is east of I-74 just as you cross over the bridge
from Bettendorf. The cemetery can be seen from the
Bettendorf side of the river.
He told us how the football team at Bettendorf had one
time for an initiation, taken a boy over there to see
it. Rumor went, that if you walked around it 3 times
and kissed it's feet, you would die within 24 hours.
Well supposedly while there it started lightening as
this boy was suppose to be walking around the angel.
It struck and tree and a branch fell scaring the boys.
They all ran for their vehicle except the one they
were intiating into the B Club. They found him the
next day in the ditch near the cemetery in shock. He
had to be hospitalized. He asked all of us to beware
of doing things like this, that people get hurt from
pranks.
I didn't think too much of this at the time. He had
told us about other instances with the Black Angel,
but I wasn't convinced that it was all true. After I
had graduated high school in 1969, some kids had done
the samething he had warned us about. Only this time a
boy was found in the arms of the Black Angel dead.
There was no signs of injury to the body, nothing to
indicate what killed him. How he was able to be in the
arms of the angel also were baffling to the police.
They said it would have been impossible for a human to
have put him up there in the arms of the Black Angel.
There would have been holes from the legs of a ladder
and weren't. They said it would have take 2 or 3
others to have put him up there, and there were no
signs to indicate anyone did. This wasn't the only
time this had happened either. The Times Democrat
listed the names of several other victims. All with
the same scenero.
I went to the cemetery when I was 29. The Black Angel
was still there. It was up on a pedestal, and to even
see it's feet, I had to stand up on part of the base
of the pedestal. The arms of the Black Angel were way
above my head. I am 5' 7" tall.
 After another incidence with the statue, it was
decided to remove it from the cemetery. This can all
be documented in the Times Democrat newspaper
archives. The newspaper is located off of River Drive
in Davenport Iowa. And the Davenport Library should
have them archived.
About once every 10 years around Halloween they will
feature haunted places in the quad cities.
Something I forgot to mention about the Black Angel is
that it was thought to have been struck by lightening
causing it to turn black, I believe it was suppose to
be made of Bronze. I know it was there in 1979 or
1980, but it was removed between that time and 1990.
They never said what they did with it.

A Haunted street in Hollywood

By: Marlab717@aol.com
 
The  entire 6000 block of Barton Avenue in Hollywood seems to be haunted.    I used to live in one of the houses as a child, and now own the house next door.  A friend of mine used to live down the street. In each house, the same front bedroom is particularly haunted, although other rooms experience activity as well.  The front bedroom in the house that I grew up in had a huge cold spot, and was unbearable to stay in there for more than a minute or two.  Also in that house, a closet door in another bedroom refused to stay shut, and a subsequent tenant claimed her sheets were repeatedly torn off her bed in the middle of the night.  I got hit hard in the head one afternoon when I was visiting the people who were living there at the time.  They saw me yell and grab my head, but didn't see anyone hit me. I had several other incidents while living there as a child. The current residents also claim the house is haunted, and their daughter won't go into the bathroom alone.
In my friend's house, her bedroom doorknob would jiggle and turn on its own, someone would sit down on her bed in the middle of the night, leaving an imprint,   and she saw a spirit in her backyard of a man who lived down the street on the day he was buried.  Her parents had been to the funeral that afternoon, and when her father asked her what the ghost was wearing, she described the suit the man was buried in.
At my current residence, a middle aged woman in a nightgown (who looks like she's circa 1930s or 40s) walks across the front bedroom and vanishes into the wall every so often.  She's also been seen in the front bathroom, and walking through the living room wall into the front bedroom.  Things fly off the shelf on their own accord from time to time, and footsteps are heard in the room when nobody is there. I've also seen a ghost walking down the driveway.  He appeard to be a man with a limp.  When I ran outside to see who it was, he had vanished, although there was no place for him to go if he'd been a living person.
It's my guess that if these three houses are haunted, then others on the block must be as well.  It's something in the area, no doubt. The houses were built in the 1920s.  None of the spirits seem to be malevolent, but their constant presence is eerie enough.

 Supermarket

By: sharikamesba@hotmail.com

A few years ago, when I was nine years old I called my friend Yashvi at nine o' clock, who lived upstairs from me, to come out and play with me. When she came out we headed over to Laya's house. She was our other friend. When we reacher her apartment, which was right behind apartment, we knocked on the door. No one opened it but we heard Laya say that she couldn't come out to play.  So me and Yashvi played in front ot the apartment so we could see if anyone entered or not. An hour later we saw Laya come with her parents. We ran up to her and asked her why she didn't want to play and she replied and i quote "I've been at the super market with my parent since eight o' clock, so i couldn't have been there

Perty

By: Mystdragon84@hotmail.com
 
 

When I was young my grandmother had this cat.  Back then even it was old but
it lived and had a good will to live as it survived being ran over bye a
car.  This cat didnt like me much at the time but I cant blame her she was
always sore from being ran over and everything.  When I got older I had to
stay over my grandparents for about a week and I grew to love this cat as
she did me.  She always slept with me and always watched me.  She would
follow me to the door every morning when I went to school and she would be
there when I got back.  She knew what time I would be home and if I was late
she would actually scold me.  Well sadly enough she died a few years ago.
There were ghosts in that house one of fritz a dog I loved and very loving
and very protective. One we think was a little boy who played with a ball.
And there was one who was very scary.  Often nights It would wake me up only
to have Perty (the cat) calm me down.  I always felt safe there when she was
around.  There were a few other strange things like waking up to see a boy
holding a ball, and hearing what we thought to be a dog walking around on
the floors at night. None of the cats were big enough to make that type of
noise.  Well I joined the military and hate living alone.  At night I will
wake up to feel something jump onto my bed I believe its perty she is still
watching over me.  She was and always will be my mama cat.  I will always be
her adopted kid hehe.  I tend to see ghosts no matter were I go now and I
have dreams that tell me what may happen in the future but no matter what it
is I always feel safe because I know that Perty is always around me.
 

By: xxboomxboomxx@yahoo.com

It all started when I was around five and I had just moved into a new house. Its a pretty big house with two floors and three bed rooms. One of the beadrooms, the one my sister is now in used to be an office and we haired a room. The room we shaired had a door in that lead up to the attic. One night when I was asleep I hears something in the attic, it was music, very sad and slow music being played on a guitar is what I fugured. Well I got scared and ran out of the room into my moms room and slept there. I kept hearing the music and would always go into my moms room, but after a while I just learned to live with it. I was a very open minded child so I delt with it well. I moved out of that house for a while and lived with my aunt in another town, but when I was 12 I moved back into the same house with my mother. I had my same room again and didnt hear the music, until one night about a month after I had lived there. I wanted to kown what it was so I took a flash light and went up to the attic. I was looking around when I saw something move that looked like a person and a screamed and ran down the steps, but as I neared the bottom I slipped and fell down breaking my leg. About two days after it happened I was in my bed sleeping when I opened my eyes felling a cold draft and saw the attic door open. I got scared and covered my head with the covers but they were pulled down and I looked up seeing the figure of a mabye 16 or 17 year old boy. He simply said sorry and disappered. After he disappered the attic door shut. I got to thinking and figured that he didnt want to hurt me, he was just sad so one night I left the att door open as I slept. That night I woke up to find him sitting in a chair beside my bed. He looked at me amd smiled, and I just smiled back and fell back to sleep. My mother soon had another baby so we started turning the attic into my new room so the baby had his own. The first night I slept in my new room in the attic I was visited by that same boy. I asked him what his name was and he told me it was Jake. I soon fell asleep. Every night I would see him and I would ask him a question. I found out he was 17 and he had lived in that house before her. I also found out that he had killed himself by hanging in the attic. He did this because he was being abused by his father and his mother couldnt do anything about it because she was always drunk. I would see him every night and we would talk about different things, it was like I just forgot her was a ghost. My aunt who I was very close with died about a year ago and I remember the night I heard about it. I was crying and I felt a very strange touch wiping off my tears. It was warm, but all around it it was very cold. I looked up and sat Jake sitting beside me on my bed. I cried myself to sleep that night, but him being there made me feel better. Three days later when I was at the furnial I felt that same touch on my shoulder and it just made me feel better like it did before. I just knew it was him. On the night of my 16th birthday I was sleeping in my room with a group of friends when I was woken up by a kiss on my forehead. I just though it was my mom, but then I relized it was that same strange warm and cold feeling. I looked up and saw Jake. He told me he had something for my as a gift. He held up a small cross that was on a rope and said his mother gave him the cross and the rope was a piece of his hanging rope. He tied it around my neck and I fell asleep only to find when I woke up in the morning that it was still there, around my neck and the beautiful silver cross was reflectiong the sunlight though the window. My mother had asked me where I ot it from and I just told her a friend. I am now 17 and have had a visit from my ghostly friend every night.

Devils Footprint

By:   daydreamer_2828@yahoo.com

It is me, Nancy. Still having a bit of trouble sleeping. Thanks for replying to my email so fast. I wasn't expecting a reply that fast. Well, who knows. Maybe someday I will figure it out or maybe it was just a really mseed up dream. Ya never know.
As I said earleir I have been to the Devil's Footprint here in Manchester, Maine. It wasn't a pleasant place. There is definatly a strong presence there and not a nice one at all. I could feel the evil coming from it. Who, or Whatever, it is, it is very angy. The second half of the graveyard is a little more new and there are nice spirits there. It seems the good spirits are trying to keep the bad one at bay. I would like to go back again sometime. Maybe during the day to take a better look at it and the church beside it. It was dusk at the time I went and I couldn't look into the windows very well.
As I went around the cemetary I had my hands together, like in prayer. It was winter but I was NOT rubbing my hands together for warmth. My husband and our friend went back to the car just before I did. I stayed in the cemetary about 2 or 3 minutes longer then they did. I had my friend feel my hands. The palms were kinda warm. The backs of them were ice cold, not like the usual cold from winter but ice cold like I'd put them in half frozen water and left them there for a couple minutes. This really freaked him out. I heard a couple children's voices in my ear whispering but couldn't tell what they said. No one else heard it but me.
Well, thats pretty much it. Thanks for listening. Thanks for trying to help with the dream.
Love your site, it is the best!

Conneaut Lake

By: blakelybunch@comcast.net

We recently had a wonderful vacation in Pennsylvania.  My husband, daughter
and I went to the amusement park at Conneaut Lake with my in-laws.  There is
a Hotel there, and out in front is a boardwalk type of thing, it goes across
a stretch of beach.  My Mom-in-law and I were walking ahead of everyone
else, and she told me that Conneaut Lake Hotel is haunted.  We stood looking
at this goreous old hotel, and she told me her story.
  They live way out in the country, in a place where it takes half an hour
to get to the nearest grocery store.  She was at home one night and saw an
American Indian in her bedroom doorway.  She's felt as if she wasn't alone
in the house, when no other humans are there...Apparently my sister in law
is sensitive to ghosts and the vibes of places she visits, and she has seen
a few ghosts at their home.  Once she refused to spend the night at a
friend's house because of the feeling of darkness that permeated the house.
  To me the house is very confortable, the only thing I noticed is that the
doors to the bedrooms will not stay shut!  My husband is allergic to cats,
so we always make sure we shut the bedroom door so they can't get in; but
the door is always open when I wake up in the morning.  At some point during
the night, it opens up.
  Last time I was there, I was dressing in the bedroom...and the door popped
open.  I just laughed...but I'll make sure I change somewhere else from now
on!

Sound Sleep

By: dmason@improvedliving.com

  To start, I will explain that for most of my life I have been unable to
sleep with my feet uncovered or a limb hanging over the side of the bed.  I
am sure this was due to my childhood experiences when my brothers would wait
for me under my bed and when I would climb into bed they would reach up and
grab me to scare me.  And, boy did they ever!
This happened quite a few years ago, 1992 to be exact, but I remember every
detail as if it just happened moments ago.
My first husband, Russ, and I were visiting friends, Tim and Pam, in Hammond
Indiana.  I was working 3rd shift at the time and had not slept for about 33
hours.  We went out until the bars closed, myself being designated driver as
I don't drink, and as soon as we entered their home, I excused myself to the
bedroom to finally get some sleep.  Russ, Tim, and Pam all stayed up to
watch a movie.  The bedroom that I was in was right next to their living
room, so we were really only seperated by a door and a wall.  (I should have
said that we had visited this home at least 20 times prior to this evening.)
I believe that I was asleep before my head even hit the pillow.  I was
awakened by Russ holding my foot out from under the covers over the side of
the bed.  I felt his grip around my ankle.  I thought it was odd, but seeing
that he had been drinking and the room exposed no light, I thought maybe he
was having a hard time finding his way into bed.  I whispered, "Russ."  He
did not reply.  I whispered again, "Russ, answer me."  Still no reply.  But
what I heard next didn't come from inside the room where my foot was still
being held out over the side of the bed, it came from the other side of the
door to the bedroom that I occupied.  It was the sound of laughter; the
laughter of Tim, Pam, and Russ in the living room still watching the movie!
I screamed, "RUSS!"  When I screamed, the grasp on my ankle freed and I
pulled my foot back under the covers and held the covers up to my neck.
Russ opened the door and I told him to turn on the light.  He asked, "why?"
I replied, "Just turn on the light!"  He did and I looked around the room
trying to find an answer.  Nothing or no one was there.  I made him stay in
the room as I examined under the bed and the closet that was in there.
Nothing.  Russ asked me what was wrong.  I explained to him exactly what had
just occurred.  He smirked and insisted that I must have been dreaming.  I
hadn't!  "This woke me from a sound sleep", I insisted.  He just wouldn't
believe me.  With that my fear was replaced by anger for his refusal to
believe me.  I told him to close the door then and let me go back to sleep.
I was not afraid.  I was in the same room, but yet I had no more fear.  I
couldn't explain that then, but I believe I can now.  Since this episode, I
sleep with limbs over the side of the bed most nights now.  I also rarely
cover my feet for the sake of them being covered.  I reserve this for the
nights that I am actually cold.
I don't know why this event occurred, or how this entity knew of my fears,
but I believe that this event cured me of my fears and my subconscious nor
my conscious mind are no longer restraining my movements while I am lying in
my bed or in my sleep. Now if only there were a ghost that could take away
my poor eating habits!

Two Faces

By: miserychick59@yahoo.com

This story takes place at yet another graveyard. My friend and I were out driving around waiting on a movie to start at the local movie house when we got bored and thought it would be fun to go country crusing.
He took me to the graveyard where he has a plot. I had never been there but I had heard of the little children that were buried there after their father drove their car into the nearby lake killing them all, 5 children in total.
But I don't think they were what we saw that day.
We pulled into the graveyard and beside the tombs is a very old and large church, of what faith I'm not sure, but as I was getting out of the car I noticed something in the very top of the church looking out at us. I choose to ignore it, and went on with the tour my friend was giving me. We found his plot and it had the most beautiful flowers blooming everywhere on it. We hung out there for a little bit longer then turned to leave, before i got in the car stupid me looks up once more and I saw two faces peering out from the same window, once more I ignored it but as my friend was buckling his seat belt he glanced up and told me not to look up, I knew what he saw but he said they were moving towards us, I closed my eyes real tight and he peeled out of there and I did however as is my habit look behind me. I didn't see anything but  for some odd reason I felt sad. Well that's my story hope you liked it.

 Possibly Grandfather

By: oops_thereitgoes24@hotmail.com

I live out by traverse city michigan. for some odd reason my father and i
are the only ones in our family who have had uh, weird encounters and wierd
things happen to us that is hard to explain.
i guess i will start with my father. this incident was when we lived in west
valley city, utah. everyone was out of the house that evening (my sister and
i spending the night at a friend's up the street and my mother was away on a
business trip). it was just my father in the house and he was doing some
summer cleaning and repairs in the kitchen. i will admit he had been
drinking but he swears to this day that the beer did not mess with his mind.
he said he set his half full beer on the counter and went to the other room
for not even ten seconds. he came back and it had disappeared. he thought he
might have just misplaced it so he opened another one. this time he was in
the room .as he was working on the stove he felt something behind him and
when he turned he didn't see anything or anyone; but his other beer was
missing. my dad thought that whoever was messing with him did not want him
drinking alcohol, so he stopped and he had no problems until later that
night.
my dad went to bed around one in the morning. he always turns off all the
lights in the house at the end of the night except the front porch light in
case my sister and i wanted to come home. my dad woke up from his dead sleep
for some reason. he felt like someone was watching him. that was when he
realized that almost every light in the house was on. and again no one but
him was in the house all night. he turned the lights off, and nothing like
that happened since. we now live here in michigan and at around eighteen
years old i started having weird things happen.
i just came home from watching a chick flick at my friend's house across the
street. i was tired and decided to go to bed a little early even though i
had the next day off. anyway, i was in the middle of wake and sleep, where
you start dreaming but you are still kind of aware from what is going on
around you? all of a sudden i felt this cold breath in my ear and a man
spoke in my ear in finnish. i am finnish decent and even though i do not
speak finnish i know what language it was. i sat straight up in my bed and
my room was ice cold with the scent of a sweet tobacco scent that i was
familiar with. my window was open and it was chilly that night, but not
chillly enough to make my toes and nose ice cold in a matter of seconds. it
went away, but for some reason i wasn't scared anymore, just stunned,
because the feeling i got was very positive. i told my dad of my wierd
encounter the next morning and he just looked dumbfounded. he told me that
my that my grandpa armus (his father) spoke fluent finnish and smoked
tobacco in a pipe. my grandpa was very devoted to his grandchildren, he
loved being around us. he has also been dead since i was three years old.
anyway, other things would happen to me over the years, and no matter where
i go, what state i am in, something would always happen. it has been getting
more and more noticeable lately, especially at work and at home. doors would
shut behind me, banging noises, people calling my name, laughing, crying
sounds; at work(a local ski/golf resort), i have my friend johnna terrified
because she says everytime i am in a room with her she notices odd things,
like items falling off the shelves for no reason (how she described it was
thrown across the room), equipment shutting on and off by themselves; no one
ever gets hurt though. a few people have died since the resort opened in the
late fifties and at times i wonder if they are contacting me. i never see
apparitions but something seems to clatter, bang, or fall when i am near or
ten feet away. i always feel like someone is watching me too and at times it
makes me nervous. the only thing i can think of is that i am pregnant (a
baby girl; i am due the 22nd of this month) and that i could just be under a
lot of stress with a child on the way and work too (I heard stress can cause
people to hallucinate sometimes). but why would half of my co-workers and
family members say the same thing, that something happens when i am around?
i don't think i have a sixth sense or some ghost magnet on me, at least i
hope not. i also don't think i could make things move without touching them.
maybe it is just my grandfather keeping me on toes. i would love to know
what it is because i want it stop, but at the same time i kind of like the
attention from whom or those who are haunting me
 

By: samyjoc@yahoo.com

this is a second hand story,told to me by my father,the story starts in a very small poor town in mexico,ther are a bunch of houses all smoshed in together in a very tight space,and a courtyard in the middle with a couple of bathrooms at the end of it *no one gets tehr own bathroom here* my father was about 4 or 5 years old and playing with his puppy in the chourtyard when he hears two cats fighting up on the roof of one of the homes,he looks up to watch,but what he sees terrifies him,in between these two cats is what looks like flames,and in the middle of the flames,is the head of satan,complete with horns,and goatie laughing,he runs inside to tell his mother,they didnt believe him at first but his aunt estela *who lived with them at the time* had looked up out the window while she was doing dishes at the same time and fainted when she saw the horrible apparition so they were forced to believe him,the next morning the whole courtyard smelled like sulfur,and the cats were found dead with there fur singed,the next night my dad was in bed in his room wich he shared with his grandmother,now lemme explain the set up of that part of the house,there wer rooms that were divided by curtains and in between my dads room and the next was a tv,my dad was staring up at the ceiling of there room when he suddenly looks to wer the telivision is,and he sees the out line of a man with horns he wakes up his grandmother and points and tells her what he saw,but the figure is gone so she tells him he must have dreamed it,my father goes back to his bed but he's staring at the curtain now,and after a while decides that maybe he did imagine it,but then the telivision begins to slide side to side a few feet,and the the curtain begins to rise he reaches over to his grandmother and shakes her shoulder,as soon as she opens her eyes the tv is back and the curtain drops,she tells him its ok that he was dreaming it,this happens 2 more times,he sees the figure again but his grandmother tells him to go back to sleep *after all he is only 4 or 5,whose gonna believe   him* finally it all stops and he goes to sleep,but the next morning the whole house smells like sulfur,so they know that he was back,a priest is called in,because now the devil has been seen there twice,the house and surrounding area is blessed,and as far as my father knows,no one ever saw *him there again.this isnt really a 'ghost' storie,but i thought it might be interesting for som1 to read

 Lights

By: aquariusgirl7@hotmail.com

I have had a few experiences in my life. Once, I was sleeping in bed and facing the wall. I was starting to wake up and I felt a hand caressing the back of my hair. Then when I noticed this was happening, it stopped. When I lived with my parents there was a large staircase going upstairs and you could see part of the landing on the second floor. I was downstairs watching television and when I looked up to the landing a large flash of light went off just like a flash on a camera and that happened twice.  Then, I was balancing my checkbook and left my checkbook on my bed while I went to the bathroom. When I returned the checkbook was gone. I looked high and low for it and when I gave up, I walked back over to my dresser and there was the checkbook.
I really feel that it was my grandfather and grandmother doing these things to let me know they see me and are well

Hendrix

By: Cddolphinchic@aol.com
 

Hi. My name is Christian. This is a story of some of the things that have happened where my mom lives. Well to start it off about 12 years ago my grandmother's husband died of a heartattack on the place that she still lives at. She owns his land now there and has a double wide trailer that she lives in there. My mom bought a trailer and moved on the land that my grandmother owns so they could be near each other just in case something happens. Well we've had some experiences and we believe that they are the spirit of my grandmother's husband. His name was Guy Hendrix but we just called him Hendrix. Well one of the experiences happened to my brother and my grandmother in the trailer that she lives in (and by the way he had the heart attack in it) Well my brother and my grandmother were setting there watching T.V. when all of a sudden they heard a loud bang that came from her bedroom. Well they walked into her room and found a cooler in the middle of the floor that had been setting on a shelf beside the bed. There was no way it could have gotten in the middle of the floor unless someone had picked it up and thrown it. Another experience happened to my stepdad who was close friends with Hendrix when he was alive. Well there are a lot of woods on the land that she owns and my stepdad hunts in them in the winter. Well he was setting in his deer stand one day in the woods and he heard a rustling in the leaves below the tree. He was thinking it was a deer but when he looked down he saw the ghost of Hendrix walking and he stopped and looked up at my stepdad and gave him a little smirk like he always gave when he was alive and then walked on and disappeared.
One other day my stepdad and brother were setting in the living room watching tv one night while my mom was asleep. Well my brother some something walking past the hallway in front of the living room and he looked up and there was a little girl walking towards his bedroom real slowly and he turned to our stepdad and said "do you see what i see" and he said "yeah" and they watched her and she kept walking towards his bedroom and then sort of dissappeared. They said it couldn't have been my mom because the girl looked like she was around 9 or 10 years old and had long brown straight hair and our mom has short black curly hair. They said she was wearing a long white night gown and a night cap that looked from the 1800's and she glowed white but you could see through her a little bit.
One night me and my brother were watching TV late one night and i was laying at one end of the couch while he was at the other end and i saw this blue mist come from his room out of the corner of my eye and i turned and looked and it drifted back into his room. I asked him if he had just seen it and he said No and i told him what i had seen.He was a little bit freaked.
Another night i woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and as i walked through the living room i looked over at the couch and my brother was asleep so i walked quietly to not disturb him and when i looked up this black figure in the shape of a human walked in front of me towards the wall and then sort of seemed to dissappear into it.
Another night i was asleep in my bedroom and you know how when you are asleep you will open your eyes and little and then go back to sleep? well i did that but when i opened my eyes i saw this faint image of a little boy around the age of 7 or 8 with black hair and then he faintly dissappeared.
These are all the experiences that have happened to us there. there aren't any evil spirits or anything like that.

Childhood Haunting

By: smithsql@kos.net

My name is Laura Smith and I am 27 years old.  I always thought my childhood was so different from anyone elses'.  I grew up in a very scary house located in Smithfield, Ontario Canada.  I lived there for 13 years with my parents and 2 brothers.
This house contained many spirits, none of them were too harmful, but we moved out after there energies seemed to be growing.
Every night foot steps would approach my bed, then the cold air, then the little hairs on my neck would stand up.  My blankets would be pulled off of me almost everynight.  I was always to scared to look because when I would look it would worsen things.  For example: One night I was sleeping and I felt something jump on my bed, I looked down at my feet and red eyes were staring back at me.  I quickly ran into my brothers' bedroom (the two of them shared) and tried to wake them up and they did not.  I then ran down stares to my parents bedroom and woke up my dad, my mother would not wake.  I told my dad that something followed me, then we felt it jump on the bed....My father grabbed me and told me not to move.  It seemed like hours went on...and it finally left.
These hauntings didnt only happen to me...My mother and father experienced hantings, as well. For example....battery operated things would move around without batteries in them....taps would turn on and off....doors would swing open and closed...
To this day I still sleep with my ears covered.  If I dont I have nightmares.  I would always wake up to something whispering in my ear and the cold breath sending goose bumps down my spine.
The house was abandoned for quite some time after we moved out...a hermit moved in for awhile, now someone is cleaning it up..It seems like no one stays there long...We researched historical events pertaining to this homestead and apparently a child died there.  The child was two years old and he was upstairs (in my bedroom) and apparently he was trying to climb his dresser to get something off of the top, when the dresser fell over and broke his neck.
When I was little I use to see a sailor type fellow, he seemed very sad and lost.  I dont remember this, but my Mom talks about it all the time.
Sometimes, I would wake up and hear parties downstairs.  Lots of noise and music.  I would cry out for my Dad, who would come up and I would tell him to keep the noise down because I couldnt sleep.......only to find out nothing was going on..my parents were sleeping as well.
The ghosts bugged everyone in the house but I always wondered why the harassed me so much????
Looking back I think it was because I was the only one who slept alone and I was the middle child, only girl.
My mom and dad finally saved up enough money to move.  MY dad didnt even take a light bulb from that house, because he didnt want anything to follow us.
This home use to be a beach house. Lake Ontario use to come up right up to its backyard.  A long time ago people use to rent rooms there.  I suspect a lot happened in that house. It is located on Smith Street in Smithfield.  Weird eh, that my last name is Smith too.
I would like to chat more about what happened.  I suspect you dont think we are crazy.
I drive by our old home sometimes and I never get out of my vehicle.  I am starting to get brave though, my Dad told me to stay away from that house because something may try to follow me.  I dont know about that, but it sure isnt worth trying.  If some ghost researcher wanted to come with me I may.

Baby Monitor" - Not "Daddy's Voice......

By:  Anonymous
 

First off, I would like to say that I have always been intrigued with the
paranormal....When I was younger, my best friend and I would walk through
the cemetery that literally was located around the block from her home.
Still to this day, old cemeteries I find fascinating and very soothing.  I
like to read the headstones.. Sometimes, they would tell short stories about
the person buried beneath. I often find myself thinking of what it was to
live/die at that time.... Or what that specific family must have gone
through.
After my father had passed, I would often pray for signs from him.
Anything... Just anything... the thought of going through life without my
Dad was horrific....
So seeing his favorite bird in a tree.. at the time I was thinking of him
was enough for me.  I believe it was at that point in my life that I opened
myself up to another side, or should I say another world.  I feel that if
you believe, then you will often see or hear.. maybe even feel something
that was meant for you to pick up on... A non-believer
would never pick up on anything, they are not open to it...Heck, even if
they did....What a coincidence it would be right?
Have you ever walked into a room... within  a moments time pins and needles
(goose bumps) on your arms and legs for no reason...Maybe your chilly.... Or
maybe
you senses picked up on something that you never even thought of at that
time to be there......Have you ever walked into a room and smelt a specific
fragrance or
flower.... Maybe the windows were open on a hot summer day..... But... what
if it was winter?.....Were you ever thinking of someone who had passed...
out-loud or even silent... and then moments later you smell cigarettes....
just as if they were in the next room.....Or how about you are bending over
to wash your face and you get the sensation that your are not
alone....Noises.....hell, I can go on and on and on.....How about knocking
on a sliding glass door while you are settling in for the night..
But wait, did I mention that this door is on the second floor... A deck
thats only entry is from the inside?
Needless to say I am a believer... these things do not bother me...I know
these things are done to validate that my loved ones are still with me....Of
course not the way I would want them to be... But never the less I'll take
it..... The story I am about to tell you though.....I did not dismiss as I
did for the others above... This one hit home!!!!
Every morning before my husband goes to work.... He goes into our daughters
room... and re-tucks her in......Very quietly he would leave and never
disturb the two
of us who are still sleeping... This particular morning... I woke up and
exactly 5:50 a.m.  I went to use the master bathroom.. located about 5 feet
from my bed.
Afraid that I would fall back to sleep and never wake up in enough time for
work... I decided to put on the TV and catch up on some current events.  It
was at that time..
when I reached for the remote (located next to the baby monitor on the
nightstand)  I heard my daughter say "Daddy"!!!  and then what I thought was
my husband say... Shhhhhh... go back to sleep honey.....Again.. Daddy up!!!!
followed by another Shhhh ....Honey go back to sleep......
Now... I am very aggravated... you see in my mind.... my daughter is now
having a conversation with her father at almost six o'clock in the
morning.... Which is a wonderful thing in itself.... But not when my getting
off to work on time... depends on my little girl sleeping , so that I am
able to get ready and literally run out the door
once I wake her up... change her diaper and give her a bottle.....From there
it is off to Grandma's house.....This routine can never be altered....Any
working mother reading this understands exactly what I am talking about.
I get out of bed....open my bedroom door... ready to raise hell once my
husband walks out of her room..... and suddenly, I glance over to where my
husband keeps hid keys and wallet.....Every night  when he gets home... He
places his keys and wallet on a table which is located in our hallway.....
His keys were gone....and so was his wallet..
Suddenly, I started to panic.... I thought someone (physically) was my
daughters room..... What must have taken 2.5 seconds for me to realize this
scenario.... felt like eternity.... I was going in....had not idea what to
expect.....But my little girl was in there....there was no hesitation.....
I opened that door...... and there was my daughter sitting up in the crib
saying Hi mommy... She She's chocolate milk Mommy.....I know what I
heard.....but ...how can I explain this one....I picked my daughter up... I
literally turned on every light in the house.... Gave my daughter her
bottle......and called my husband on the cell phone....
and thank goodness he answered.......because if he didn't.......there would
have been no doubt in my mind that something had happened to him... I was
not dreaming...There was another voice in that room.
When I explained what happened to my husband ( a little frazzled I may
add)... He said hun... if I could be in two places at the same time..... It
would be done.... Maybe you picked up conversation from another baby
monitor... possibly out neighbor next door .... yeah ok...
Well... what ever it was... my little daring... was not afraid ......So
maybe guardian angels really do exist.. Personally, I think it was my dad...
who never got a chance to meet her while he was still with us.....  I have
to tell you though.... It took some time for me to shake that one
off....very rarely do you hear a voice... let alone a conversation..

The Little Girl

By: labates@frontiernet.net

My husband ,granddaughter and i live in a trailer that is haunted by a little girl.I saw her one night about 11:30 a.m.I was a little startled to say the least .A first I thought it was my granddaughter's friend who was sleeping over but I found her in the kitchen.The little girl was in a nightgown and she was blonde.The reason I thought it was my granddaughter"s friend is because the little girl was going into the bedroom.This is not my first experience with A ghost nor do I expect it to be my last.

Say My Name

By: Hstoodley4@aol.com
 

I was a senior in high school 1998. A friend of mine lived in a house next to a grave yard. we
Would think about all the ghost that were hiding in or around the house. She was positive there was something. years ago when they first began to thing about moving, there son circled his finger over a map of New England and landed on the very spot they move too.
her mother was a pagan and told us it was defiantly haunted. At the time it was just stories
for me, i had never encountered a ghost of any sort. though willing I never seemed to be in the right place at the right time, until one night. Three girls alone in the t.v. room. I needed
something from the kitchen. After grabbing a soda i turned to read the dry erase board behind me. clear as day i heard someone call my name. this was in the opposite direction as the t.v. room. neither of my friends heard. this was just the first. one day as i was leaving the same house i got into my car, started it up and was about to pull out in the road. Agian  someone called my name, only this time because of the pause to stop and see who was calling, i missed hitting a car that came down the street at a speed over the posted limit.
because of a car parking in fornt of me i was about to take a chance and just pull out. someone calling my name saved my life. I know it was not one of my friends bcause i ran into the house and found them sitting in the same t.v. at the other end of the house.

Nursing Home Story

By: KMGracy3261@aol.com
 

I just came across your website and was reading some of the stories and thought that I would tell you about my work. I work at a county nursing home in NH and have witnessed many things in the year and a half I have been there. Almost everyone that works there can tell you a story of something that happened to them.
Well as you know nursing homes are really the final destination for most elderly and they pass on a frequent basis. So i am not surprised that our building would Have spirits wondering around on a regular basis.
We are constantly hearing foot steps in the long hallways late at night when there is no one coming down them. Lights in rooms going on and off when no one is touching them.
I had taken care of this certain resident that was on a tube feed because she could no longer swallow do to a stroke. Well a nurse had hooked the tube up wrong and all the 1,000 cc that were in a new bottle emptied into her stomach at a rapid rate. Well this women got very sick and passed about three weeks after the incident. Well in our suction room we still had the machine that she used for the tube feed. Well one night it started beeping for no reason and the nurse shut it off. Well while the other two girls were at supper it started beeping again and when I went in to shut it off, everytime i hit the off botton it would turn back on and start beeping the second i turned it off. I did it for three times and finally unplugged the machine. Well after about five minutes the machine started beeping again and this time it was still unplugged.
Other occurences are of the elevator going floor to floor with no one in it and staying open until you enter. I have been told that a resident that had commited suicide there had always gone to visit his wife and would hold the elevator for people to get on and off. Well it seems that even after his passing he is still a very helpfull gentleman holding the elevator for the staff to get on and off. His name was Frank so we were told to make sure we thank him upon entering.
The oldest part of the building is from 1890 and I have been told it was an old Hospital before it became a nursing home.
There are many other incidents almost happening on a nightly basis.  I do believe that it is not only residents that visit us but of staff members that have passed that had worked there for many years.
thank you for your time to let me tell my story

By: Miranda12503@aol.com
 

FIRST OFF I WOULD LIKE TO SAY I HAVE NEWLY FOUND YOUR PAGE AND HAVE ENJOYED THE TALES. I HAVE SO MANY STORIES OF GHOSTS THAT I WOULD TRULY BE HERE ALL NIGHT TELLING THEM. EVER SINCE I WAS YOUNG I HAVE SEEN "THINGS". AS A TEEN I MOVED INTO A PLACE OF MY OWN AND FOUND THAT THE "ACTIVITY" IN MY LIFE WAS ONLY GOING TO BECOME MORE KNOWN. I HAVE HAD THINGS MOVE WHILE I WATCH. WITH NO ONE AROUND. NOICES HAVE BECOME A PART OF LIFE. EVEN MY HUSBAND HAS LEARNED THAT THESE GHOST COME WITH MARRING ME. I WILL TELL A FEW TALES TO GIVE YOU THE IDEA.
ONCE AS A YOUNG ADULT I WAS IN MY HOME ALONE. WHEN I HAD MOVED INTO THE HOUSE THERE WAS A STATUE OF JESUS THAT WAS ON THE TOP OF THE FRIDGE. I ALWAYS JUST KEEP IT THERE. ONE DAY AS I STOOD WASHING DISHES IN THE SINK, WITH MY BACK TO THE FRIDGE THIS STATUE FLEW OFF THE FRIDGE AND HIT THE FLOOR ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE ROOM. WHEN I WENT TO INVESTAGATE I FOUND THAT THE HEAD OF JESUS WAS BROKE OFF. I FELT REALLY BAD ABOUT THIS SO I SEARCH THE ENTIRE ROOM FOR WELL OVER AN HOUR LOOKING FOR THE BROKEN PART OF THE STATUE. I MOVED THE CARPET, ALL THE FURNITURE. I LIVED IN THE HOME FOR TWO MORE YEARS AND NEVER FOUND THE HEAD.
WHEN MY HUSBAND AND I MOVED INTO OUR NEW HOME. A 1890 HOUSE. HE WAS BUSY CLEANING THE BASEMENT. IN THE DININGROOM THERE USE TO BE A FIREPLACE. I NOW HAVE A BAKERSRACK THAT STANDS THERE. MY HUSBAND SPENT THE WHOLE DAY CLEANING OUT THE BASEMENT AND HAD MOVED THE OLD FACE OF THE FIREPLACE TO A DIFFERENT SPOT. THAT NIGHT AS WE TRIED TO SLEEP THERE WAS SO MUCH NOISE IN THE HOUSE. IT SOUNDED LIKE SOMEONE WAS BREAKING ALL THE WINDOWS. MANY TIMES IN THE NIGHT WE WENT TO SEARCH FOR THE SOURCE OF THE NOICE. FOUND NOTHING. IN THE MORNING I WALKED BY MY BAKERSRAKE IN THE DINNINGROOM AND FOUND THAT A HUGE CARVING WAS CUT INTO MY CHERRY SILVERWARE BOX. I WAS VERY UPSET ABOUT THIS BECAUSE IT HAD BEEN A GIFT FROM MY MOTHER. FOR DAYS AFTER THAT I WOULD RUN MY FINGER UP AND DOWN THE CARVING IN THE WOOD.
I HAD SHOWED MANY PEOPLE. A MONTH LATER I WALKED BY THE SAME BOX ONLY TO FIND TO CARVING IN THE WOOD WAS GONE.
A FEW WEEKS AGO I AWOKE FROM A SOUND SLEEP AND SAW A MAN STANDING TALL AT THE SIDE OF MY BED WHERE MY HUSBAND SLEEPS. HE WAS WEARING A BLACK AND RED FLANNEL SHIRT BUT FOR SOME REASON I COULD NOT SEE HIS HEAD. I COULD SEE HIS TORSO AND NECK CLEAR AS DAY. I YELLED TO MY SLEEPING HUSBAND TO TURN THE LIGHT ON. THE MAN THEN DISAPEARED. MY HUSBAND SAW NOTHING!
I AM A PHOTOGRAPHER AND KEEP MY BACKDROPS AND LIGHTS SETUP IN MY ATTIC FOR QUICK PHOTOS. ON MANY OF NIGHTS MY HUSBAND AND I HAVE AWOKEN TO THE FLASH GOING ON AND OFF (IT SHINES DOWN THE DARK HALL INTO OUR BEDROOM). I HAVE SPEAKERS THAT HAVE PLAYED MUSIC WHEN THEY ARE UNHOOKED. I HAVE PICKED UP THE PHONE TO MAKE A CALL AND HEARD MUSIC AND COULD NOT GET A DIALTONE. PAINTINGS HAVE BEEN HUNG UPSIDE DOWN WHEN WE HAVE RETURNED FROM A NIGHT OUT. ON MANY OCCATIONS WE HAVE FOUND THE BATHTUB FILLED TO THE BRIM WITH WATER IN THE MORNING BUT NEVER HEARD THE WATER RUNNING. MY HUSBAND NOW HAS REPORTED THAT HE SEES SHADOWS OFTEN I SMILE AND SAY "IT'S ABOUT TIME".
LAST YEAR WE HAD A HOUSE FIRE. I AWOKE TO THE SOUND OF MY ALARM CLOCK. IT WAS SET FOR 6AM BUT WENT OFF AT 4:07AM INSTEAD. WE GOT OUT AND MANAGED TO SAVE THE HOUSE. I HAVE MET PEOPLE THAT FEAR GHOST. PROBLEY BECAUSE OF MOVIES AND HOLLYWOODS . I KNOW THEY ARE HERE AND SEEM TO FOLLOW ME. I DONT MIND. THEY ARE WELCOME. AS LONG AS THEY LET ME SLEEP AT NIGHT!!  I COULD SPEND THE REST OF THE NIGHT TELLING MORE TAILS OF MY LIFE AND MY NORMAL. BUT I THINK YOU GET THE PICTURE.
 

By: fowens-johnson@excite.com

Goodafternoon. I wanted to tell someone about my experience at my aunts house here in Charlotte, N.C. In the summer of 1998 my mother, sister and I were getting ready to move into our new apartment. Since it was not ready yet we spent the weekend at my aunts house. It is an old house and to this day I believe someone died there. It's a two story house. Three bedrooms upstairs and one bedroom downstairs. This was the first time I had ever spent the night. It was the very last also. My aunt slepted in the bedroom down stairs. My sister and mother took one of the rooms upstairs and I took one by myself. I fell asleep eventually (can't remember what time). For some reason I just happened to wake up. There was a figure standing at the foot of t he bed I was sleeping in. I thought it was my mother coming in to check on me. I called out to "it". I said "Mommy?" There was no answer and no movement. I sat up a little and said "Mommy?!" All of a sudden the figure said "Its okay baby. Go back to sleep". The voice sounded just like my aunts voice so I was at ease for a minute and laid back down. Then I had to use the bathroom but I was too scared to get out of the bed. I kept repeating it to myself "I have to use the bathroom. I have to use the bathroom". I felt something come towards me and as clear as day it said "GO!". I got up so quickly I almost fell out of the bed. I slept in the room with my mother and sister the rest of he night. The next morning everyone got ready to eat breakfast. I came down stairs and asked my aunt why she came in my room the previous night. She said after everyone went to bed so did she and had not been up until that morning. To this day she still lives in the house and I d o go and visit her there. I have not spent the night there since my experience. I have never told her about that night. She has never said anything about her having any experiences there.

By: KCSLOOKS@aol.com
 

I'm a little shy to get into detail.  From the time I was a child up untill now, the hauntings in my mothers house have grew slim.  I'm not sure if it's because all the their children have moved out or if the spirit(s) were angry with the way everyone didn't get along.  My parents, siblings & I all believe the house is haunted still, regardless of activity.
It was built in 1972.  We are the only ones who ever lived there to this day.  I want to say that it was the third house on the block.  Now its a sub-division.  The house is only 32 years old but the activity & feelings have been the whole time that I know of.  I was born in 1977.  We have never had it checked out.  I would like to have my friend "Gary" come & check it out because he does paranormal research but I think that my mother would blow it off.  Keep in mind that she believes there is something or someone there also.  I also have a feeling that it all started to happen after I was born.  I couldn't tell why.  I wasn't told that and I never told anyone that, even as a child.  Now, ever since I moved, activity is gone.
Just a few quick examples what has happened. 1. A shadow of a man wearing a cowboy hat holding chains walking past my bedroom window.  I could'nt make it out because the shade was down. 6yrs old.  2. My oldest sister moved back from Florida & was spending nights on my parents sofa because I took over her room.  Well she woke in the middle of the night because she heard the tea kettle on the stove wrestling around and the burner ignight.  She got up to see why our mom got up to make tea so late but as she was standing in the kitchen, our mom was walking down the hall to see what she was doing.  Our mom heard the kettle also.  9yrs old?
3. Running up the basement steps.  All the time, still.  4. 2x4's falling in the basement and heavy footsteps coming up the stairs.  All the boards were leaning against the wall when my dad checked.  Not one on the floor.  My mom has locked the basement door with a chain at night ever since then.  I was a baby at the time(sleeping).  5. Not too long after I had my twins, I was fixing up a bedroom for my oldest.  I was standing in the kitchen taking a break and the vacume turned on by it's self.  It wasn't plugged in.  My oldest sister walked it the door with my niece.  All she had to do is look at me, turn around & walk out.  She knew.  6. Has anyone felt like they were being lifted out of ther bed?  7. Last that I can remember, my mom was home by herself.  I got a call at work.  Every single cabinet door in the kitchen open and slammed shut.  Just once.
I know there is more, I just can't remember everything.  I'm just glad that we talked about it freely to each other.  Yes we got scared but we delt with it.  Lived with it.  Maybe thats why there is limited activity now.  Or is it just that I'm not there.  Only so often.  Don't know.

Friedmans Woods

By: Brandywine10576@aol.com
 

I just wanted to share another experience and i had some questions as to if you've ever heard of this place.It a place right off highway 21.( basically a strech of road) My father just moved to a place they call smallwood. It was called Friedman's woods at one time. There have been several strange things to happen while I was there such as keys disappearing and the shower turning on and off at will.My stepmother also swore that she saw something cross the porch one night. This site was where a house once stood, we had to demolish the chimmey to build on top of a ridge.( the house stand in the middle of these woods and my dad chose a spot where an older house once stood) I don't know why my father chose this spot, but he did. Also people have seen other people who are supposed to be dead on the side of the road at night.My great-uncle had an experience of this.I've also seen dead animals that look like their bent upwards while they were dead. They say that this place is a passing point that spirits go through before they reach heaven or hell but I'm not sure why it would be. My grandmother also claims ( she doesnt believe in most of the things that people say about this area) that there was a headless mule that roamed the area and was seen by people from time to time. People also say that the spot was once an indian burial ground. And that someone had disturbed them by building on the graves.If any one has any information on the area I would love to know the history and the rumors surrounding it. You can email me at Brandywine10576@aol.com.
 

By: oakkatelyn@mail.com

When i was in the sixth grade my friends and i would always go to the edge of the playground in the soccer field and talk. It was any normal talk between twelve year old girls. but thats when we started to get scratches on our legs and arms. We even whitnessed a scratch being maid on my friend maryah's arm. it was going slowly down her arm and she said she couldn't feel it until it stopped. My friend emily is big on the paranormal and said maybe we should steer clear of that place. but the urge i got was telling me "stay, stay" so after lunch on second recces i went out to the edge of the soccer field and looked out on to the property of the schools neiborghing houses. and i saw a girl in a white dress then she turned around, when she did a train appered.  she started to run and as the train hit her the image faded. my friends came up to me, noticeing i was deep in concintration. these encounters continued until we got a new student in our class. We (my friends and i) became
fast friends with her. but she didn't believe in ghosts and said they were demons playing with our heads. so about a month later we were spending the night at emily's house and we were up late with her mom talking about ghosts and paranormal. Emily had a ghost in her closet so we slept down stairs because maryah was affraid of it. (we know there was a ghost because we saw a figure run into the closet while we played 'Mash'  and watched it slam the door.) we ran down the stairs after that and kelly (our newest friend) said that it was our imaginations. when we went back to school on monday i opened my paper folder and on it, it said :" you can call me Aleena" i looked up at maryah halfway across the room and saw a woman touch maryah's sholder. we looked at each other at the same time. and both mouthed the name : 'Aleena.' how she new that was her name i still don't know. but lately when ever i look in my mirror at home i see myself in really old looking clothes. i have plenty
more "ghost encounters" i guess you can call them. The down
de was i almost got in trouble because i was talking about this with my friends and one of the annoying boys at school spread it around that we had a ghost in the school.

A Gift from Grandmother

By: aslan8241@yahoo.com

Ever since I was nine years old, I have seen and felt strange things around me.  I have no recollection of this happening before then, but definitely after, and I think this has something to do with my paternal grandmother.
My dad and his parents had a falling-out before I was born, so I never met with them until my grandmother's death, when my dad, two of my sisters and I went to her funeral.  I don't remember much about that, but I do remember feeling her presence nearby, but I couldn't figure it out since I had never known her in life.
After that, I began to feel and hear things around me.  When my father remarried and we moved to another house, I felt vibes off of rooms in the house and heard noises that sounded like walking up and down the stairs, over and over again, late at night after everyone had gone to bed.  The noises probably had something to do with my dad's second wife, though, because after she and my dad moved out and my mother moved in (custody switch) the noises stopped.  But the vibes were still there, the feelings of something still hanging out at the house.  Maybe it just didn't like my stepmother, either!
Nothing like this happened again until we moved to the next county, and then I began seeing things, too.  Mainly it was passing things, just on the periphery of my vision that would vanish before I could turn and look at them fully.  The one that comes mainly to mind is something I would see passing by the bay window in the dining room; a figure wearing a red hooded jacket opening the latch to the side gate and entering the backyard.  I remember the first time I saw this, I went rushing tto the back door, thinking it was one of my sisters wearing my red windbreaker without my permission.  But when I got to the back porch, no one was there. I saw this quite a bit over the six years I lived there, but it always vanished before I could get a better look.  After a while, I just let it pass without trying to meet it.
I felt something in that house as well, so when I was home alone I would talk out loud to it.  I never got any kind of answer, but it didn't seem to mind my talking.  I even starting singing to it, which it also didn't seem to mind.  I figured whatever it was just liked having a young girl paying it attention.
I've gotten vibes off of other houses as well, usually something benevolent who just liked being talked or sung to.  Two of theses houses were haunted; one by a little girl whose remains were found when the ground for the house was being broken up, the other a brother of the lady of the house who liked watching over her.
So after all of this, why do I call whatever I have a gift from my grandmother?  Because my dad was telling me a story the other day about my grandmother, and apparently my grandmother could see, hear and feel things too.  I don't know if this is hereditary or not, but I can't think of anything else that would explain it, can you?

For you Joyce
 

By:  Anonymous
 

Let me start by saying I have always been different and very sensitive I have never spoke to many people other than some members of my family and a few very close friends about my experiences for fear of ridicule. My mother (as I am, is very sensitive) her abilities are frightening. I discovered this early on as a child. Had it not been for her abilities I would have died many years ago in a car accident.
There are many things in my life such as what I am about to reveal to you. These things weigh heavy on my heart and somehow sharing these things with others like myself that have been born with a gift and a curse may someday bring myself to the point of reckoning.
This story begins about ten years ago. An old building in my neighborhood was being renovated and turned into a shopping mall. I have always liked nostalgia and antiquities so it was a natural place for me to visit when the restoration was complete. It was there that I met Joyce.
As soon as I walked into the building there was a sense of age. Whispers from the past began to fill my senses. “Much has happened here over the years,” I thought as I walked down the wooden planked corridors. Although the building was crowded with shoppers and people a familiar feeling began to take me over. The hallway lights began to suddenly dim and I knew it was happening again. Someone or something wanted to speak with me. As the sounds began to slowly diminish I saw her. She was a young girl possibly 16 or 17 years old with very sad pale blue eyes. Her blond hair was done up in what used to be referred to as a “bee hive” hairstyle. She wore a blue floral dress and her skin was very pale.
At that point I tried to walk away. But as the people shuffled by me in silence I seemed powerless to move from that spot. I felt her hand slip into mine. “I have to show you something,” she said in a quivering voice. She led me down the hallway down an old flight of stairs that was in a state of disrepair. It looked like it might have been an old storage room or basement. There was an old wooden sliding door that had rusted hinges and the paint was cracked with age. She released the grip on my hand and said “ I am down here, you have to tell someone”. She then walked through the door.
Suddenly as if I had awaken from a deep sleep I was back in the shopping mall. I stumbled back up the stairs. People were giving me curious looks as after an encounter I sometimes loose my composer. I managed to exit the building and back to my car that was parked about a block away. After a brief rest I drove home. But this was far from over.
I have a severe sleeping disorder that can directly be attributed to this ability of mine. After over 24 hours without sleep I was again too tired to keep my eyes open and I fell into a fitful sleep. I usually awake about every 30 minutes or so in a start. But this night would be different.
The last time I looked at the clock it was nearly midnight and I fell into a deep sleep and began to dream. In my dream I was back in the shopping mall. The young girl with sad eyes came to me again. This time she told me her name was Joyce. Her story was one of terror and sadness.
She told me she ran away from home because her father was so strict with her. While hitch hiking she met a man named Darrell who gave her a ride. She said he seemed like a nice guy at first. She called him a “hippie” with a beard and long hair. He made several advances toward her on the trip over the state lines but she refused. At first he seemed OK with this.
As they had no money they stopped to spend the night in an abandoned building. That night he tried to get her to take drugs and drink some wine with him. When she refused he began to force himself on her. She said she fought him and screamed but there was no one around to hear her cries. After he had finished with her he told her that he was sorry. She told him she would tell the police that he raped her. That’s when things started going wrong.
She said he beat her up and as she lay there in pain he left for a few moments. When he came back he raped her again. He wore a piece of beaded leather band that he tied around his head to keep his hair back. This is what he used to strangle her with.
As I listened to her story I found myself crying. She stopped at that point and looked at me with her eyes brimming with tears. “Please tell my daddy,” she said her voice breaking up. She then slowly faded away.
I awoke from my sleep still crying and emotionally drained from the encounter. I looked at the clock. It was a little after four A.M. There would be no more sleep that night.
Several days went by without incident. On the sixth day things again began to happen It started with a day nap I took after work. I lie down and closed my eyes for what only seemed like moments, but in reality was well over an hour.
Again Joyce came to me and pleaded for help in my dream. This time she gave me a phone number to call. But upon awakening I could never remember all of the digits. I did however remember the area code. I called assistance and asked for the origin of the area code. It was out of state and no longer in use. The operator told me that that code had been out if existence for some time and gave me the replacement for it.
That night I sat contemplating what I should do. If I did involve the authorities and they did look and find nothing I would be labeled a nut. If they did find Joyce they may think I could be somehow linked to the crime. I decided at that point to do nothing and quietly just go on with my life.
But Joyce would have none of that. Night after night she came back to torment me. She once revealed to me in a dream the last few moments of her life. I awoke gasping and crying. Always her sad blue eyes brimming with tears.
Sometimes I would awaken to the horrible stench of decomposition. Sometimes in my dreams she would tale me down into the basement where she lie in a shallow grave and show me the spot where he buried her. There in the corner with a broken wooden planter laying on her.
I was at the end of my rope for she would not let me rest. I finally prayed for her to leave me alone. I told her I never wanted to see her again and to go in the name of Jesus Christ and find peace. After my night of prayer she never returned.
There are times I have thought about asking her to come back and helping her. But something always told me not to do this. I feel it would be very bad for me and possibly for her as well.

My Lil Story

By: anna_lobaa@yahoo.com

Hi, my name is Anna, and I'd like to tell you about my first little meeting with a ghost.
p. s. sorry for my spelling and grammar.
I was 5 years old back then and we lived with our grandma in her old house. One night I woke up, because I herd some noises from the kitchen. I went there to see what is it. In the beginning I thod it's my cousin. And there, I saw it. It was a young woman ghost. She was short and glowing blue. She was looking at the plates and the glasses and then she started to drop them one by one.
I asked for her name but she turned around and then she disappeared. My grandma entered the kitchen. She didn't believe me and thod I was the one who broke the plates, although i was 30 meters away from them. Only my cousin believed me, because she saw her too.

"Her way of saying goodbye"

By: Lilhomegurl311@aol.com
 

My mom had this best frind named "Vi" and she was mentally, sexually, and an emotionally abused women by her husband! She was 45 and was very sick one night, so she went to the hospital to get some X-rays! After they got the X-rays done the nurse told her that they would call her immediately to tell her what's wrong! So she got home took care of some business and called my mom. She told my mom that she was going to come stay the night with us because james (her husband) was going to go party and get drunk tonight ( that's when he abuses her)! James ran her life basically, he didn't let her have phone calls, hang out with her friends, or even let her go buy groceries!
So my mom told me that I would have to sleep in the bed with her and Vi would sleep in my bed ( I was only 11 years old)! So 8:00 o' clock came around then 9:00 o'clock came around, and still no Vi! So I figured if I layed down my mom would wake me up when she came!
Well all of a sudden I woke up out of a dead sleep for no reason and I noticed that I was still in my bed! So i figured Vi was asleep on the couch! So of course I layed there for about 20 minutes and drank me a glass of water I had sitting on my table! Well I sat up in my bed and happened to glance in the living-room ( which I could see from my bed), and I saw Vi wearing my mom's red night gown with white fish bones on it (I figured she didn't bring no clothes with her)! Now everytime Vi came to my house her and my mom would always watch "Cocktail" with Tom Cruise, because they were in love with him. So I seen her walk across to the entertainment center , she waved at me and mumbled " I love you Meranda, never forget that" and of course I said it back! Well, she bent down and got a movie out the bottom , turned the TV on and put it in ( but it was still on the blue screen)! She turned around and waved at me and said "GoodBye"! So curiously I got up and looked in the living-room and I didn't see Vi! So I looked everywhere I could think of, and I didn't see her car outside either. As I was near my kitchen I heard someone sobbering! As I walked in there my mom was talking on the phone, crying. I asked her where did Vi go? Then she said................"Meranda, Vi died 2 hours ago! And I couln't believe it so I walked into the living room and looked into the VCR and out popped............COCKTAIL!
 

My Old House and First Ghost

By: Randomperson1667@aol.com
 

About seven or eight years ago, my family lived in a spacey one story house with a furnished basement, four bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a stable,  riding ring and paddocks for our horses.when I was about two or three my parents moved all my toys down to the basement, the problem was: I had only been down there with someone before and when I had my toys down there I played with them as much as possible, my family obviously couldn't be with me all the time, so I was down there alone basically all the time. sometimes when I was down there, even if I had brought all my stuff up to the landing I would freeze, absolutly petrified with fear, afraid to move or scream or it would get me, or I would get a screaming headache and crawl up the stairs but when I reached the top it was completely gone. and whatever it was wasn't confined to the basement, when i tried to get to sleep at night I would hear giggling, music, or hissing from under the bed. sometimes I would just freak out for no reason whatsoever when I was alone. We moved since then to a house that was at one point part of the underground railroad, I'm sure I'll find some kind of ghost here.

By: Dmm12078@aol.com
 

I have had a number of experiences, I will try not to make this too long! My first ones were in the house I grew up in. I remember being very young (probably elementary school) and my best friend at the time and I were sleeping in my bed.I woke up and it felt as if someone was shaking my bed.The next day I asked my friend if she had felt it and she said yes, I was very young, and had no idea about ghosts or spirits or anything of that nature.On another occasion I had gone into my parents room to get in bed with them in the middle of the night.When I layed down I heard a voice say "I'm gonna get you".This scared the living daylights out of me! It was a very mean sounding voice-or so I remember thinking.I didnt tell anyone about anything at that time.Not long ago I was talking with my sister and she told me that she had an experience in that house as well.She and her friend were sleeping in her bedroom and she awoke to voices in her room.They were little childrens voices, and they were saying "She's over here!" "No, she's on this side!" and they said that a few times. She pulled the covers over her and her friends heads, and saw that her friend was awake as well. She asked her if she heard what was happening and her friend said"yes, I hear it maybe its your sister" My sister knew it wasnt me because it was the middle of the night and it wasnt my voice.They just stayed under the covers whispering and terrified until it went away.
My next experiences I had were years later in the same house.I was about 17 and at the time, it was just my mom, myself and possibly my youngest sister(cant remember) living there.It all started when my mom attended a seance at her friends house down the street from ours.She learned she had a spirit guide and came home and didnt think much of it i guess.Well soon after, she was alone at home one night and talking on the phone in her room when the dog started barking.She went into the family room to see what the dog was barking at and in the middle of the room was this misty cloudy type figure-my dog was looking straight at it and barking.She said she ran back into her room and told her b/f what she saw and he told her to just go to bed.Well, I guess these sightings became a regular thing for her-she would wake up to him in her room hovering over her bed, she would look at the crack between the door and the wall and notice that the hallway light only was showing through the top few inches, and know that he was standing there blocking the light.She didnt care-it didnt scare her anymore.Well it was a different story for me altogether! I didnt believe in any of this stuff (even though i had the experiences when i was a kid) I always would try and come up with a logical reason.I would make fun of the spirit, say "oh, he doesnt exist" "this is BS" and so on.Well he was DETERMINED to prove himself to me.And he did so by scaring the daylights out of me.I would go into the back bathroom and the faucet would be running full blast when no one else was home.I was in the bathroom one day and i was facing the door talking to my sister who was in the kitchen.I was making fun of "him" and the door slammed shut on me.And lights would go on and off as well.One particular time I remember clearly-me and my boyfriend at the time were laying in bed talking.Where my room was you could look through the kitchen into the dining room.Well the light went off and on and no- one was home-my mom was out of town.Needless to say, this scared him and I thought that was pretty funny.There were many things that happened there, too many to list and most that i cant remember anymore anyways.I lived there on and off for a long time and after my father moved back in and my mother moved out, I never felt anything strange again and didnt have anything else ever happen.The next thing that happened to me was a few yrs later when I was about 20 or 21 and in a different house.I was at home and the phone rang-I answered it and it was someone asking for my sister.I said to hold on and I yelled to her that the phone was for her.She yelled back to me"ok just a minute!" and I layed the phone down on the table and went back to whatever I was doing.A few min later I found the phone still sitting on the table and went to look for my sister-but she wasnt home.No one was home and no one had been there the whole time.I have no idea who's voice I heard, but it was definately there! and it sounded exactly like my sister.Ok well, this has gotten pretty long, so I will leave it at that.I have a few more "feelings" or "ideas" about the house I live in now-just little things like TV turning off and baby toys playing.Maybe I will be back sometime, thanks for letting me share.

I Attract Them

By: kd_wright@perfectfitindustries.com

I probably have enough experiences to write a book! But I thought that I would share one. I will e-mail the others separately.
Just an FYI as to my background… I have a full blooded Cherokee Indian as my great grandmother on my fathers side and a full blooded Cherokee Indian as my great-great grandmother on my mother’s side. I can sense ghost more than I can see them and I have been told by numerous friends (and my long-term boyfriend) that I “attract” ghosts!
Well the first real haunted house that I remember living in was around the time I was 11. We had just moved to Missouri and were living in a fairly old farmhouse with 80 acres. A few weeks after we moved in I was sleeping in my bedroom, which at one time was a living room, on the top bunk of my bunk beds. At sometime in the early morning hours(probably around 1am) I woke up to the feeling of being watched. Upon opening my eyes (the room was pitch black) I saw a tall black shadow standing at the bottom of my bed watching me. I know it was not a threatening spirit, but none the less I am a fraidy cat and I screamed at the top of my lungs. As soon as I did it vanished. Needless to say my father (who can also sense spirits) started sleeping on the bottom bunk. After waking up a few more times to this person watching me sleep, I started sleeping on the couch where he did not seem to bother me. As time went on though other things started to happen:
*I always felt like some one was watching me
*Atleast twice a week we would here someone at the old barn in the field and it sounded like they were hammering on the tin roof. We never could find anyone.
*One night my tire swing started swinging like someone was in it, although there was no wind or anything that could have caused this.
*While playing in my room one day I saw a man walk by my window through my blinds. I assumed it was my brother and went back to playing. When I asked him later he said that he had not been outside, in fact no one had (we lived 15 miles from the nearest town and about a mile from the closest neighbor).
*I was scared to death of our attic and always felt a heavy evil presence there but soon I started sleep walking at night and would go upstairs in the attic and turn the lights on. I also started suffering from constant nightmares. Everytime my nightmare would start to get really bad it would feel like someone woke me up. Since I was having constant nightmares sometimes this would happen almost every hour on the dot.
* One day well trying to get some stored items out of a closet in the attic ( the kind that goes out over the rafters of the house) I, my mother, and my friend all heard very clearly a voice that sounded almost like a child start calling my mothers name. We were all so scared we dropped everything and ran out of the attic.
*Often if we went into town at night upon returning we would find the attic lights on although no one was home and all the doors and windows were locked.
* Later that year during a really bad thunderstorm our house was hit by lightening. The lightening went through our electrical wiring, but also hit a corner of the house roof and tree right at that corner… there is really no explanation as to why our house did not burn down. There were flames but they seemed to instantly go out.
Years later my father told me that the previous owner of the house had died in the house of old age. He loved children and I believe it was him who used to watch me sleep at night and also who I always felt was following me. I also believe it might have been him waking me up when I was having horrible nightmares. I always felt safe with this presence around, and I think that it may have protected me from the other presence that resided in the attic.
 
 

Old House

By: kd_wright@perfectfitindustries.com

When I was about 13 my family and I moved to New Hampshire. My parents rented the third floor of a very old apartment building from an elderly gentleman who lived on the first floor. The building was so old it had the separate summer kitchen across that hall that was used in the older days (it was now used for storage).
I believe there were many different types of spirits in the house now that I think about it. But from the instant we moved there I knew there was going to be trouble. From the first night I spent there I could not sleep in my room, all night long I could here somebody running up the front hall stairs and right before they would get to our locked front hall door the sound would just stop and then start again running up the stairs from either the first or second landing.
My parents then moved me into the bedroom that was closer to their bedroom with the bathroom in-between us. I was able to sleep but was constantly woken up by the feeling of someone watching me although I did not see anyone. About a month later my parents moved their bedroom to the big room at the front of the house. The way our apartment was set up it was separated in the middle. There was the kitchen, pantry and two bedrooms on one side with a door that could close this area off from the rest of the house and then on the other side was my brother’s bedroom the living room and my parents room at the very front. I was now the only one with a bedroom on the kitchen side of the house.
Not long after my parents moved their room I awoke to find my bed shaking violently. I ran into my parent’s room, but was assured that I probably just imagined it. This happened to me about 10 more times before I started sleeping on the couch in the living room at night. I also started suffering from a recurring nightmare in which I would jump out of my bed and start running to my parent’s room. As soon as I made it out of my room it would look as if I was a person watching the scene. I would be running in slow motion and this thing that can only be described as looking like a swirling liquid tornado would be behind me. Then it would change back to viewing it from my eyes and just as I was about to make it through the open doorway separating that half of the house I would feel something cold grabbing my ankles and it would pull me down on the floor and start dragging me back into my bedroom. I would try to scream, but it felt like someone had punched me in the throat and I couldn’t get a sound out. As it dragged me I would claw at the kitchen floor leaving long deep scratch marks while trying to pull away from it. Just before it would finish pulling me back into my room I would wake up. I started having this nightmare every night. I almost completely stopped sleeping. I slept on average 2 hours a night.
This was only the beginning. Soon anyone that came to our apartment, even adults, would comment that it felt like someone was following them up the stairs. Our washer was in the bathroom, and my friends and I started hearing things coming from behind the washer. You could here things move behind it and you would hear what sounded like little people whispering. My parents thought me we had over active imaginations and started calling them the elves behind the washer. I started hearing people whisper right outside the shower while I was in it. You would here things move in the other part of the house when noone was in there and you would hear footsteps.
One night while in the kitchen getting a bowl of cereal I heard a noise by the door. I looked up and watched as the chain on the door undid itself and started swinging back and forth.
On quiet a few occasions if you walked by the front hallway door the door knob would start rattling like someone was trying to get in.
In my bedroom my radio would turn itself on and change songs on the cd itself. One night while a friend was sleeping over we were playing super Nintendo and when we entered a new world the screen went black for a second while the world changed. As this happened for some reason both my friend and I turned to look near the top of my bed. There stood a massive black shadow that resembled a man. Another time when she spent the night we were sitting in the living room watching TV. she was sitting in a chair that was positioned so that you could see into my parents bedroom. All of a sudden her jaw dropped and she turned as white as snow. When I asked her what just happened she told me that a whitish transparent female had materialized right before her eyes in my parents bedroom. The apparition looked right at her. It turned and looked at my parents (who were sleeping) for a few moments and then turn and floated through their wall out into the front hallway.
On another occasion I had two friends spending the night. We had two birds in a cage in the kitchen at the time that used to go nuts at night (gee, I wonder why!) When they got loud we would throw stuffed animals at the cage to get them to be quiet. Well on this night I passed out early and my two friends stayed up. This is the story they told me the next morning. They had sat on my bed watching TV. while I was passed out beside them. They started to get a creepy feeling from the kitchen so they closed the door to my bedroom. A little while later they heard a knock on my bedroom door. Assuming it was my dad they opened the door but did not see anyone. One of them happened to look down and there right in the middle of my doorway stood a completely plush (meaning it can not stand on its own) cookie monster doll that was about 9 inches tall (it had been thrown at the bird cage earlier. As soon as he noticed it so did the other friend. The doll then started walking towards them obviously wanting to come in my room. They freaked out and one of them kicked the doll across the kitchen and then they slammed my door and locked it.
Once also as I was standing by the stove in the kitchen warming up I saw what looked to me like a little demon creature that was all white and had blood red eyes crawl up on my bed and jump off the other side of it. I went ballistic at that point and refused to step foot in that room. Needless to say we moved shortly after that.

Early childhood experience with???

By: Anonymous

So glad to have come across your sight.  I'd like to share a strange experience with you that now, many years later, I have been recalling:
Doing some quick arithmetic I surmise that this experience took place when I was no older than 3 or 3 1/2 years of age.  My parents had a party of some sort in the basement apartment that we lived in during the late 1950's (dad was the building super).  I can vividly remember waking up during it, probably due to the noise.  I wandered out and asked for something--water or milk, I don't remember exactly--and was brought into the kitchen.  I can still in my mind's eye see the colorful aluminum "cocktail" glasses that they were using at the party, strangely enough.
Anyway, while my mother (maybe an aunt) went to get the beverage for me, I was amazed to see a small, ugly figure perched up on the kitchen cabinet.  It had a leathery face that was all scrunched up--like a newborn baby.  I don't recall what, if any, clothes this thing was wearing.  What I DO recall (and it's making the hair on the back of my neck stand up right now as I type) is the absolutely pure essence of hatred that this thing had in it as it settled its ugly, squinty eyes on me.  Now keep in mind, there had to be other people in that kitchen--a female relative or my mom for sure, but everyone else was oblivious to this creature's presence.  Here's where it gets strange, folks:  the torrent of foul language that came out of its mouth, and which I did not understand, was non-stop and very angry.  It was like the "troll" did not like the fact that I could see it.
I started to cry, and when I was asked why I just kept pointing at the thing.  I remember other people now coming over and telling me it was "a bad dream", or some such nonsense.  The only reason I KNOW it was using foul language at me was because I repeated some of the words right then and there in an attempt to tell people what "it" was saying, and BOY did I get a smack on the butt!  I'll edit here, but keep in mind that these words are just as vivid today--some 45 years later--as if they were at that instant.  The thing actually started giggling when I got smacked (the punishment I definitely recall, because it was the first time I was ever spanked), and at that point I ran out of the kitchen and back into the living room, where I found my father.
"What are you looking at, you little bastard?", it snarled.  "You f***ing c**ksucker, get out of here!", it railed at me.
I can't tell you how good it feels to get this off my chest.  I have never, EVER spoken about this to anyone, including my wife of over 20 years.  It is never very far from my memory when the subject of the paranormal or occult comes up, but I have always hesitated in speaking about it.
I certainly don't know what to make of it to this day.  Was it just my over-imagination at that young age?  If so, where in the world did I conjure up words such as that?  No one in my family, nor anyone at that party spoke in such a way (my dad would have physically tossed them out).
The building we lived in was an OLD, old four story apartment house that was one of the first multiple family dwellings built on Hudson County Boulevard in Bayonne.  In talking of the old days, my mom often said she was afraid to be alone in the apartment with just me and my younger sister, even taking care not to go hang a wash in the basement because she felt she was being watched from somewhere in the shadows of the cavernous basement.
Here's another neat fact about the place:  my cousin and I had gotten some pedal cars a couple of years after this ( I recall that I had just started kindergarten and was five years old).  My dad took some 8mm home movies, using the old-fashioned shoulder mounted lights to illuminate the basement as we wheeled around.  In the films, I can recall a whitish figure being in the background of some of the speeded-up, blurry but typical home movie frames that dad projected onto the screen for us.  It must have been shown a dozen times over the years, and every time it was, someone would inevitably make a joke about the blur, saying things like, "here comes Casper in the back".
Unfortunately, my dad passed away around eight years ago and my mom threw out a bunch of his old things in the basement of the home they have lived in for the last thirty years or so.  We assume that a bunch of the old home movies were among the items discarded.
Anyway, I thank you very much for the opportunity of sharing this strange episode with you, and hope you don't think me too crazy;-)

Lots of Ghost Stories

By: blazin_princezz878@hotmail.com

Hey..my name is ashley and i have many different eery stories i'd like to share with you.
First story: First let me start of by telling you that my bedroom door isn't the easiest thing to close, it takes a bit of force to either open or shut. Now the story....ok well i was upstairs in my room watching TV.. i was on my bed (my stomach on the bed) facing the tv, the door was directly behind me. As i watched tv i had begun to get thirsty so i decide to go downstairs to get a cup of water. when i got downstairs i saw my dad on the couch asleep and my brother and sister watching tv, my mom was in the basement with some friends of hers. So i got my water and went back upstairs, i closed my bedroom door all the way so that if someone was trying to get in i could here them. i went back to watching tv and i layed down the way i was then i felt this strange feeling ...it made me uncomfortable and before i knew it my door flew open! someone had to have used a lot of force to open it the way it did..it was so strong it kept swinging back and forth for a while..as soon as it happened i looked back and saw nothing and i know it wasn't anyone in my family trying to trick me because i would have seen them running down the hallway to the staircase. There was no one there..it may not seem like lot but it terrified me.
second story: Ok this was one of the things that scared me the most. It was the classic setting..i was a teenager home alone and it was getting dark. I decided to watch some tv until my family would get back. i was sitting on the a green couch that was facing the staircase. I was watching the tv when i began to hear faint footsteps coming from upstairs ..at first i thought nothing of it..probably just the neigbours but i knew i was wrong withing the next 10 minutes. the noises would go on for about 45 seconds then stop. they began to get louder and louder and at one point i seriously heard the footsteps come down the stairs then just stop. i was freaking out like mad..i didnt know what to do. I calmed down after a while of sitting on the couch where i could see everything. When my family came home i was so relieved. But that wasn't the last time i was going to hear those noises. It all happened again this time my mom and sister were with me. the noises were the same and one time it sounded like someone was jumping on one of our beds and we could hear heavy running back and forth...it was something i know i wont forget.
third story: this story happened to my dad, after he told me it freaked me out bad. the day went the way it normaly does and it was getting late so we all decided to go to bed. we were all sleeping when my dad woke up and saw my little sister standing at the end of his bed.( this wasnt something new she would get scared at night easily and come to his bed) But then he noticed something that made his hair stand up....my sister was floating! she was about 4 or 5 inches off the floor! Her eyes were wide open and at that point my dad noticed she was as pale as and sheet of paper..even her nightgown was white! My dad didnt know what to do he sat up and asked what was wrong, but she never answered. my dad stood up and told her that he was going to take to her bed and when he walked to her she was back to normal. It freaked my dad out a bit. the next d he asked my sister if she remebered it and she as hard as she tried she couldn't.
Well i have lots more stories that i love to share but i'll tell them another time. Thanx for reading!