The Shadowlands: Ghosts and Hauntings

University of Calgary Ghost

By: sjaneofthejungle@hotmail.com

I have noticed that you don't have any ghosts listed for the University of
Calgary residences in Calgary, Alberta. I had a strange experience in the
residence tower called Rundle Hall.
To give you some brief information, there are two identical towers (plus
some apartment-style residences) that were built in the late '60s when the
University was founded. They are both seven stories tall, with a central
communal lounge and three hallways radiating out like spokes. Each hallway
has eleven rooms and a bathroom. Originally, they were built as a Female
dorm (Kananaskis Hall) and a Male Dorm (Rundle Hall). I spent three years
of my University career living in Rundle Hall.
The room that I shared with my roommate was in the co-ed hallway of the 6th
floor of Rundle. This kind of applies, because we shared all facilities
with guys - toilet stalls, urinals, sinks and showers were all communal
(think Ally McBeal), and we often had guys hanging out in our room (lets
just say there were quite a few of us engineers on that floor).
I started the year living in room 661. One night I awoke frequently, and I
could have sworn that there was someone in our room, sitting in the chair at
my roommates desk. I passed it off as being asleep, but the next day I did
ask my roommate, "were there people in our room last night?" All she said
was, "yeah, I thought that one of the guys had come in during the night."
Wierd.
Anyway, a little later in the year I moved into room 557 (on the same side
of the hallway - two doors down). We started noticing that in the common
room, which was a large open area in the centre of the spokes, one of the
elevators would often come up to our floor on it's own accord, open, close,
then go back down to the main floor. Sometimes it would stay on our floor
with the door open for almost an hour before going back down.
My real experience came during Reading Break. I guess your guys' equivalent
to Spring Break, only we have ours in early- to mid-February, and most
people leave, because the skiing's awesome in the Rockies (only a few hours
away). In our hallway, the only people not gone was me, my roommate, the
girl across the hall, and the girl at the end of the hall on our side by the
fire escape.
To start my real story, I'll give you a little explanation about how our
room was laid out. If you walk into the door from the hallway, there is a
closet on each side that extends about two feet into the room, that goes all
the way to each wall (no doors on the closets). The room is approximately
square. My roommates bed was against the left wall, with her desk against
the window (directly across from the door) and the chair between her
headboard and the desk. My bed was against the window, with the headboard
against the right wall, with my desk along the right wall.
I awoke one night because I swore that the door to our room had opened, and
that one of the guys from the guys' wing had come in (he had gone on a date
that night, and was a close friend). I looked over at my roommates bed, and
it looked like this guy was whispering something to her. I found it kind of
creepy, though, that instead of crouching by her bed like a normal person
would do, he was standing with his legs straight, bent at the waist, with
his face about two inches from hers. Now, I got kind of pissed off, because
it was the middle of the night, and this guy had come in to tell Lauren
about his date. I wanted to see what time it was, so I sat up in bed so I
could see around my desk to my alarm clock, which was on a dresser in the
closet. It was 2:30-ish in the morning, so I turned my head to yell (or
whisper strongly) at the guy. Then I realized it wasn't who I thought it
was.
This is the creepy part.
He stayed bent over my roommate in the same position, but slowly turned his
head to look at me. While he was turning his head, this grin spread across
his face. One could interpret the grin as malevolent (I sure did at the
time!). Then he slowly stood up straight, and took a few steps backwards
toward the closet, folded his arms across his chest, and looked at me with
that same scary grin on his face. It was strange, because really, he had no
facial features. Nothing of a face that I could see except for this grin
that I could more sense than see.
Well, that was enough for me. Like any 20 - going on 6 - year old, I dove
beneath the covers on my bed, and stayed there all night. This was very
hard to do, since the heating is very efficient in those buildings, and most
of the rooms are usually hot enough to be in shorts and tanks in. Anyway, I
did not sleep again that night.
After a week or so, thinking about this experience, having insomnia, and
sleeping with the light on, I have second thoughts on what was going on
there. I think that, yes, he was intentionally trying to scare someone, but
only out of a sense of fun, because he knew he could. I think he had my
roommate in his target sights, and he had his face by my roommates', waiting
for her to wake up with this ghost-face two inches from hers. Well, you
couldn't wake my roommate with a cherry-bomb when she's sleeping, nevermind
waking to a ghoslty presence like so many of us do. Instead I woke up, and
his grin was more of a 'finally, someone's awake that I can scare' grin.
So that was it, other than the knocking, which is actually quite funny. It
was about two days after my experience, when all three of our rooms got
simultaneous knocks at 5:30 in the morning. My roommate got up to answer
the door, and scared the crap out of both her and the girl directly across
from her by opening the door at the exact same time. Also the girl at the
end of the hall had her head out the door, asking if someone had knocked.
There was no one in the hall, and no way someone could have left without us
hearing. The door into the central common room was on a pneumatic hinge,
and made a whining noise when you opened it. The door to the fire escape
(at the other end) makes a crapload of noise, which echoes through all the
floors. The door to the bathroom also has a pneumatic hinge, and bangs when
it closes.
Anyway, to close this outrageously long story, I worked for housekeeping
during the summer because the residences are rented out like hotel rooms. (I
did not go back home in the summer.) I was talking with the cleaner from
the 6th floor while doing the laundry one day. She related that she has had
experiences with this guy over the last few years. She was cleaning a room
after move out, and had the door propped open with the garbage can. A guy
poked his head around the door, looked her in the eye, kicked the garbage
out from in front of the door, and slammed it. There was no one there when
she went to look.
There are rumours that a guy got really stressed out during exams in the
eighties, and threw himself off the roof into the parking lot. I have not
substantiated these claims, so who knows. I do know that the roofs are now
off limits to students, whereas they weren't in the past. The cleaner says
that he is quite shy, and is only seen during Summer, Christmas, an Reading
breaks. Never when the residences are filled with people.

My Daughter Jazmyne

By: Hellopurrtylady@aol.com

When I was six or seven months pregnant with my son Anthony I had a little nightmare or so call. Every night I would sleep with the bedroom door half open and also had the hallway light on just because of wierd strange things been happening. That night around 1 or 2am I was awokening with a strange noise. As I started to open my eyes I seen this little girl standing in my doorway. She was a black shadow from 5 feet away from my bed. But the strange thing was I could see this beautiful little girl with long black hair and big round eyes. I see her as a lost child instead of a scary shadow. At the same time looking at her I couldn't move at all. Laying in bed stiff as a board she started to approach me even closer. The closer she get the more beautiful she look. Suddenly the figure got on my bed and lay on top of me. With her big eyes looking up at me I didn't feel scared at all. Then I heard this small voice calling me " MOMMY!" When I woke up that morning I could still feel her presence and I will never forget that look until I had my second child. It's a girl of course.
One day when Jazmyne was 4yrs old I was taking a nap while she watched t.v.. She woke me up and she was on top of me staring with this familiar eyes smiling at me at the same time with her big grin which of course I started to remember this black shadow calling me "MOMMY" and to my surprise Jazmyne said "MOMMY". As I looked into Jazmyne's eyes I still that little girl I seen 4yrs ago before Jazmyne was even born. I bet you she came back as my living child. I also reminded Jazmyne not to scare me with her big round eyes again. Especially when we are alone in the same room.

My Poster Story

By: eckinger@comcast.net

i have a story that is very odd and i would like to share it. the upstairs of my house always made me very uncomfortable. however my room always seemed to be "safe". until this happened... i had just hung a poster in my room that said "you suck and thats sad"
( it was a happy bunny poster which is a rabbit that has merchandise with insulting sayings on it) now i have a crate like set of shelves that this poster was behind and the shelves are approx. 2 inches from the poster. so i awoke one morning to find my poster ripped in half . i asked my mother if she had done this or if she knew how this happened, she said no and i believed her she would really have had no reason to do this anyway and does not usually interfere with my belongings. so that option was gone. i also have cats but in order for them to rip my poster they would have had to jump up with their claws out hit the wall and my poster and slide down the wall about 6 feet to the floor. as i do not think my cats are graceful enough to do this that option was gone. i was left to believe that my room was no longer as safe as i thought it was. i think i may have insulted whatever it is. however i have since taped it back together and nothing has happened to it since.

Something Touched Me

By: ShaggyZxHonkie@aol.com

This is something that happened to me when I was around 6 or 7 years old. I've tried telling a lot of people...my parents, friends, cousins..the only person that believes me is my grandma. When I was little for some very strange reason..at night my room had to be pitch black for me to sleep. If there was any light at all I couldn't sleep. My mom had to buy black curtains for me because of the street lamps. Anyways..for the longest time, I'd always fall asleep facing my door. After about 5 or 6 months living in that house, my door would open and close for hours everynight. I remember telling my mom and step dad, but they said I was dreaming. It never really scared me, I'd just lay there and watch it until I fell asleep. One night, I remember laying in bed waiting for my parents to go to sleep, for the door to start. But for some reason it didn't do it that night. Then later that night, I woke up for some reason and I couldn't get back to sleep. I was laying on my side facing my window, which was unusual, when I felt something touch my stomach. I was too scared to open my eyes so I just laid there. Then I felt it wrap around my neck. It was choking me. I was too scared to open my eyes so I just laid there hoping one of my parents would come in. Then the door opened and it stopped. I jetted to my parents room screaming. This time my step dad decided to sleep in my room...about an hour afterwards..he came into his room where my mother and I were, and told us to get dressed and we went to a hotel. Now, I can't sleep unless theres light in my room, and I probably won't ever be able to. Its really weird though, like these things happen to people who never really had much to do with this stuff.
This happened to my friend. We were talking about stuff like this, and I asked him if anything weird ever happened to him. I was kind of just looking for him to scare me and make something up, but he promised me these things happened. One night he went to bed with the lights and TV off, and woke up in the middle of the night to find his phone off the hook. He said he knew his mom couldn't have done this, because his door was locked. He waited a few minutes, then for some reason he picked the phone up and put it to his ear, and he said he could hear children laughing but somewhat faded. He figured he was hearing thing and hung the phone up and went back to sleep. Then when he woke up in the morning it was off the hook again, and his TV was on. He said he wasn't really scared...the TV was on Cartoon Network, and he heard children laughing, so it obviously was children. He thought that maybe they wanted to play. HE invited me to stay the night with him so I could see it for myself. We were on the floor in his room playing cards, when his light turned off. When he walked over and turned it back on the cards were scattered. We just laughed and started playing again. So, he definitely has playful spirits. -He also told me that when his Grandmother was in the hospital, the picture of her on the wall in the family room fell, and as soon as it hit the floor..the phone rang. It was the hospital calling to tell them she was gone.If anyone has any advice or anything about what happened to me, please e-mail me.

Native Reservation

By: shelob1971@hotmail.com

I was looking for spiritual and paranormal websites and found yours, I thought that you may be interested in my story. this is my personal experiences with ghosts and the unexplained .the experience i had was when i was a teenager, about 15yrs old.(mid 1980's)I live on a native reservation in Saskatchewan, Canada. our family moved to this house in summer 1981 our house was about ten to fifteen years old at the time of my experience my bedroom was in the basement of the house in the north left corner. . i feel that my story needs a bit of background. my older brother (two years older), used to come to my room and we would listen to music or just talk about our childhood, we were close all though our childhood right up until high school and we both went our seperate ways. now when we listened to music he would sit in a chair tapping and humming to a song that was in his head.
after he moved out of the house i was asleep. and i always had a night light on (the room gave me the creeps) i was asleep one night and i was awoken by the sound of someone tapping and humming to a tune in the corner of the room, i thought my brother was back to visit and didnt want to wake me suddenly, then i remembered that he moved away nad the chair that he sat on was taken out of the room. the corner was empty except for my laundry there.i was wide awake when i realized this then i heard a movement i opened my eyes , but i was facing the wall with my back to the corner, i started to pray and ask for help and courge and to make this go away, as i was praying a male voice whispered in my ear "Hurry up!"....it was said as tho someone was right against my ear. i could feel a presence right behind me, i closed my eyes and started praying harder. i then gathered up courage nad jumped out of bed. my room was still lit with the night light and the room was empty. i ran upstairs and everyone was still asleep.i slept on the couch for the rest of the night.
i could never forget that voice nor what it said, and to this day i cant figure out what it wanted or why it said that.my sister lives in this house now,and she still has problems with it , there are sounds of someone yelling or maoning in the basement , the sound of a loud banging , and small children who enter the basement tell of a man they see (a man in black) calling them into the north left corner room. my own daughter had that experience. she came back upstairs and told me "that black man wanted me to follow him into the room, i asked her what he said...she told me that he said.."Allie come here".(allie is my daughters nick name, her real name is alicia).(happened this past spring,2004) I told her.."never follow him..ever , hes not a good man"... and i told her to never go down there alone. what we were taught about ghosts was to go to where u have seen them and tell them to go away, or even yell at them and chase them away.(so thats what my sister and i had done).(2003)my younger brother was visiting my sister and they slept in the spare room, their son(aged five at the time) woke up early , he woke his dad and said,"dad the little kid in the basement wants me to play with him downstairs"...my two nephews were not home at that time, they were in the united states visiting their dad. there were no other children in the house that morning. he woke his wife and they all left immediately. to this day no-one enters the basement alone. people have also seen a man in black standing in the kitchen, peeking from the bedroom doors or going down stairs. my sister still lives there and she sleeps with the lights on in her room and the kitchen as well as her two sons room. her sons share a room because they refuse to sleep in a room by themselves. there are many experiences from this house alone, babies have been heard crying outside in the middle of winter, people have been seen walking by the door,we hear people outside.etc...alot of differnet people have seen or heard things and all see the same person in black ,hes usually angry or just the mere presence of him is felt even tho he may not be seen. I would also like to note that there are many native reservations and native homes that have paranormal experiences. and to my knowledge most have never been investigated. in our culture the belief of ghosts and spirits is very strong. I rarely meet a skeptic when it comes to ghost hauntings and stories. my neice and i decided to put a cassette tape recorder in the basement, we dont know if we did it wrong but all we heard was the noise of the house, except for three loud bangs that sound like someone stomping on the floor upstairs. I dont have the resources or equipment to do a proper investigation of these types of hauntings, and would like to know if your site has information that deals with native stories and experiences. please let me know if u can shed any light on my stories or why this is happening to our family. this house or the area it sits on seems to have a history and we believe thats why its an active area for the paranormal. i dont know where to begin looking for information concerning this area or history ,all i have been able to gather was stories from the elderly people, some of whom have passed on yrs ago. i do know that there is a "lost grave yard" in our general area ,as well as a "ceremonial" spot , but it was so long ago no one knows where they were. there are also three sunken areas in the front yard that resemble graves but we dont know for sure, there are stones on the hill in the back yard that have carvings underneath , we also have no idea what they are, or whether they are just natural weathering of the stones..when one stays on that hill at night u can hear whispering and chanting, it sounds as tho it is coming from undreneath. thank you for your time, and i do hope to hear from you as soon as possible.

A few Years Back

By: dee12_7@yahoo.co.uk

I would just like to share with you what happened in my house a few years back.This probably seems silly in comparison with other experiences you're given but I thought id tell you anyway.I share a room with my sister and one night I woke up around4am and could not go back to sleep. As I was lying there, wide awake,I thought I heard my sister whisper my name(she sometimes calls my name in a way that no others say it).I turned and whispered back "what?"but she was sound asleep.I then thought I imagined it but then seconds later I heard it again, but stronger and slower.My insides went cold with this and I thought I was losing my mind!I was now sitting upright in the bed and heard it one more time before I tore out of the room!I decided it was best not to discuss it with anyone, until some weeks later, one morning my brother rushed into my room and said something seriously wierd happened the night before. He said he woke up and heard a voice as clear as day whispering his name.He reckoned he also saw a blurred figure as he opened his eyes but put that down to possible sleep in his eyes. Not long after that he had another strange thing happen. He was in the sitting room watching telly.My father has a collection of small hardback books which he keeps standing together on the shelf above the telly which had been standing,undisturbed,for a long time.As my brother sat there, one of the books came flying out of the shelf and onto the floor. Around this time another odd thing happened to my sister and I. My mother was working upstairs and my brother had gone out for the evening so my sister and I decided to watch some telly.Everything was fine until we heard a pressing on the door handle so we thought that my mother was coming in(she has a habit of leaning on it before opening it!)the door handle went down,the door opened around a quarter of the way, and closed again.The door handle was still down while it was being opened so we put it down to our mother forgetting something upstairs and going back to get it. Seconds later, my mother came down the stairs and came in. We asked her why she opened the door and then closed it like that but she insisted that she was upstairs the whole time. My brother returned home hours later so it definately wasnt him and my father works long hours so he wasnt home.Nothing has happened since, so I feel a bit skeptical now about any presence in my house.
Maybe all of this could be put down to logic, as I've tried to do myself (if theres logic to it all, please let me know!).My mother reckons if there is something there it is doing no harm so it should be left well enough alone. Maybe shes right!

The Library

By: sanctabones@hotmail.com

I wanted to relate experiences that have occured to me and to other
staff members at the public library I have worked at four 6 years.
The building the library is in (since 1967) was formerly a large private
residence built in 1873. It was lived in by various members of the same
family until the late 1950's, in the early 1960's it was deeded to the
county by a grandaughter of the original owners.
Most of the strange occurences have happened in the downstairs (formerly
the basement) of the library, where the children's section is located.
Members of staff have organized and locked up the library in the evening,
only to come back the following morning to find books pulled out of shelves
and scattered on the floor. This occurs about every 3-4 months, and has
been happening as far back in years as anyone on the staff can remember.
Fifteen minutes before closing time, a staff member heard someone in the far
back of the room, knocking into the shelves. She had been under the
impression that there was no one else in the children's dept. at the time,
she went to investigate. The knocking continued to happen until she turned
to walk down the aisle of shelves where it came from. The knocking suddenly
stopped. On another occasion, a library volunteer was placing books on the
shelves from a pushcart when the cart was violently knocked over for no
apparent reason.
There is also an elevator that connects the first floor (basement) to the
second and third floor, the third floor being for staff use only. I
personally have seen the elevator go to the third floor, as if someone had
pushed the button. The elevator will then open upon the second or first
floor--nobody inside. It could be called a prank, except that no member of
staff was upstairs the four times I have seen this happen.
As far as any of us can find out, there were no known deaths in the
building when a family lived there. No one has ever claimed to see any
appartion, although I and other people have felt watched at times, usually
on the first floor.
We have an annual ghost story reading for kids at Halloween in the
children's dept.--at least no real ghost has showed up yet to scare them!

University of Calgary Ghost

By: sjaneofthejungle@hotmail.com

The Night in Pa.

By: ghost_of_fear_4@yahoo.com

I have been reading the stories on your site for a couple of months, now. I've found quite a few of them very interesting. Some are so wicked, its hard to believe they're true...I'm not saying they aren't. I'm just saying they're really scary.
This happened about a month ago. I, just about two months ago, moved to New York from Pennsylvania. I was visiting my friend, Ashley, for a few days because my parents and I came back to PA to visit family and friends. Her and I always talk about ghosts and stuff, to scare each other.
Ashley lives in a big white house, on a back road. There isn't many houses on this road, and its mostly a wooded area. Therefore, it tends to get creepy at night. We were in the basement watching horror movies, eating ice cream and drinking soda, of course. Her parents and older brother, whom I've secretly been in love with forever ;], were sleeping on the second floor. Her brother had a friend over, also. We had to flip a coin to see who got the basement...since her parents didn't like the idea of 4 kids in the basement all night.
Anyways...we were sitting on the sofa, cuddled up, watching
'The Puppet Master', when we heard something in the other room fall. (Her basement was divided into 2 parts.) We were both really scared, teens tend to get like that when watching these movies. We looked at each other, and ran up the steps to her brothers room.
We told him and his friend what happened and asked them if they'd come check it out. They basically laughed at us, but decided to come down with us. Ashley and I jumped on the sofa and the two guys went in to check it out. When they came out, they looked rather scared. They wouldn't tell us what they saw, and just made us come up in their room with them. (I was happy!! lol)
Anyways, Ashley and I were bugging them to tell us what they saw. They wouldn't. So, Josh (Ashley's brother, his friends name is Jason) told me and Jason to go downstairs and get some junk food and soda, and to grab a movie or something. As we were going down the steps, Jason said to me, "I don't think I'll be staying the night here anymore!" I just kind of laughed and asked him why. Then he told me what they seen in the basement. He said they opened the door and there was a black image...like the body of a child, sitting on the computer chair. He said they could hear it breathing, and the keyboard had been unplugged and was laying on the floor next to the chair. I guess thats what we heard fall.
When we were getting the soda from the fridge, we seen something walk past the doorway in the hall...going towards the living room. I jumped and grabbed on to Jason. He told me to chill out, and that it was probably Ashley and Josh trying to scare us. So...we walked into the living room and looked around. There was nothing. We grabbed the uff and went back upstairs. When we got to the room...Ashley was there..but Josh wasn't. She said he seen something walk past his doorway too and went down the hall into the extra bedroom to see what it was. When he got back he said he couldn't find anything. So, we were sitting there on Josh's bed, really freaked out. We were talking about it, trying to figure out what was going on. Ashley and Josh said they never had anything like this happen before. Then we heard something walking up and down the steps....and we heard children laughing, but like it was in the distance...somewhat far away. We just locked his door and went to sleep. Josh was on his bed and Ashley, Jason and I were on the floor. We were all just laying there talking about stupid stuff to take our minds off what had happened. I'd say about 10 minutes later..I felt Jason wrap his arms around me..and whisper that something was touching his feet. I know he felt really stupid...him being 17 and me only 15...and him turning to me for help..so I told him to calm down that I might have touched his with mine or something. He said that it was a hand, but we were all laying the same way...with our feet by Josh's bed. I told him to scoot over, that it was probably Josh messing around with him. (I was a bit jealous..I'd rather have Josh touch my feet. lol)
Anyways, I was in the middle, next thing i know, Ashley is telling me something was grabbing her feet too. Whatever it was...was under Josh's bed..(I know it sounds stupid..but its true) Eventually I felt it, and we just curled our legs up, away from the bed. When all fell asleep sooner or later. When we woke up...we looked under Josh's bed, and there was two matchbox cars and a green crayon. Josh was 17, and didn't have anything like that. We figured it was a little kid, and he just wanted to play. The next night the feet thing happened again...but we weren't scared. The only thing I don't get..is why he would unplug the keyboard and throw i on the floor...? thanks for your time. If you have any comments or questions..E-mail me.

The House On The Corner.

By: Whisperb4igo@aol.com

I awoke to the sound of footsteps, the shaking of my bed, and the smell of light flowery perfume. I always thought that the house was haunted but, logic was easier and less scary. It was around three A.M. I laid still for a moment just listening to sounds, trying to distinguish the sounds of an old house settling and, an old haunted house. I felt the presences of someone in my room, but could see no one. I was scared! My body wanted to up and run, but, my fear keep me there. Barely breathing. So I think. I felt another presences enter my room, but this one was not scary. In fact, I felt safe and peaceful. I moved my head slightly to my right side and seen a white aura kneeling next to me My head begin to feel like it was being stroked and I heard the words" Everything will be okay, All the angels in heaven loves you." I felt so safe. I moved my eyes down toward the foot of my bed and seen papers floating in mid air. I felt a third presence walk into my room. I didn't want to take my eyes off the white aura next to me. I couldn't speak to yell for help, or move to run. It was like I was in a trance. In the center of the room hung a long chain where the light fixture is, It started to swing back and forth. I could see it from the corner of my eye. A feeling of sadness overwhelmed me. I know I was awake because, I remember looking at the posters on my wall and registered everything that was happening so, I could tell someone. All of a sudden My boyfriend woke up. He asked me who the blond hair girl was swing the light fixture? Why are there papers all over the bed? I looked to see the blond hair girl, but I seen no one. My kneeling white aura was know longer next to me. I rolled over and went back to sleep.

The Apartments

By: shealtm@sympatico.ca

Just thought i would share my experiences with all of you. Im an empathic sender-receiver clairaudiant\voyant. Since I could remember I have always felt "entities" and people around me, and been able to communicate with them. I'm a human tape recorder for EVP's, I don't need a recorder to hear it.
I used to live in this house that was haunted by a man and woman, I have had dreams about how the woman died...She was in a pool (we didn't have one in the backyard) face down and as I looked at her she slowly turned around to face me and pointed at me. I got the feeling of drowning but not on water, on blood. I have also seen her face to face in my foyer, ectoplasm and all. The man is a poltergeist of sorts, whispering things in my ear, even screaming it. I was doing laundry at 10 PM once and had just closed the laundry room door when he banged on the door, sent me flying up the basement stairs, let's just say that I don't do laundry at 10 pm anymore *laughs*. I've also seen him as a black streak out of the corner of my eye. The first night we moved into the house there was a woman screaming and crying in the vents of the house, the furnace is fairly new so I don't think it was the furnace, and my brother in law (who lived with us at the time) said he heard it too. The cold cellar I hate going into, it gives me the creeps, like that's where both of them are stuck, not able to leave the house. Come to find out a husband committed a murder suicide in the house, killing his wife then himself. I wonder if it's them that haunt that place.
The apartment that I live in now has an imprint of a little girl about 5 to 7 years of age that brushes her teeth at 3 am every morning like clock work. I've lived in apartments that literally have portals for spirits and entities in them, have seen some interesting things in my lifetime. From being attacked psychically by some entity that tried to "feed" off my fear to the Ouija board telling me I would have three kids that would be a year apart from each other, come to think of it my kids will be 3, 2 and 1 this september coming._

Sharing my Harley

By: hrspwr@connext.net

I was riding into the sunset by myself today 8/19/04. The temp was about 90 and it was really humid here in central MD. A "presence joined me on my motorcycle as I was going about 50 on some old roads headed west. My HD is the large touring bike [2000 FLHTCI]and equipped with a great stereo. I was listening to Still in Saigon by Charlie Daniels. As the song played the hair on my body stood up and I was engulfed with emotion for Vietnam vets.
The feeling was one of happiness to be riding and one of suffering for those who didn`t come home. I wanted to smile and cry, I could only control the bike by trying to accept what was happening and not fight it. The presence left after maybe a mile of riding.
I bought this bike from a dealer locally, the previous owner was a Vietnam veteran and had to sell the bike due to health issues 3 years ago. I was born in 1968 and have not served in the armed forces. This presence is welcome on my/his bike anytime.

My Friends Apartment

By: tda23@go.com

I came across your website and I have been reading it nonstop!! I had
an experience when I was younger that I would like to share with you.
When I was about 15 years old, I had a friend who lived in a little
apartment with her mom in our town. I found out later that this
apartment, which was in a really old building with a store front, used
to be a doctors office. Well, weird things used to happen there all
the time. My friend told me that if she was having a fight with her
mom or something, the sink would start running or the tv would come on
by itself. This stuff seemed to happen more often when people in the
apartment were mad or fighting. One time I was there, and we came home
from school, locked the door and went into her bedroom. When we came
out about an hour later, the door was wide open!!! It was freaky.
Well, one night I slept over and I stayed in her bedroom and my friend
slept on the couch in the living room. Her bedroom in the apartment
had no windows, so if the lights were out it was completely dark. In
the middle of the night, I woke up out of a dead sleep and sat straight
up in bed. Now, this is where it gets crazy. Although the lights were
out and it was absolute darkness, I could see everything in her room as
if the lights were on. I remember seeing the stuff on her dresser and
on the floor, I also remember that my eyes were wide open so I couldn't
have been dreaming. At the foot of her bed, she had a desk with a
chair and there was a man sitting in the chair staring at me. He had
blond hair, but I couldn't make out his facial features. I shook my
head and everything became dark again. I only saw the man for a few
seconds before I shook my head and everything went dark. I got really
freaked out and went into the living room and slept on the floor next
to my friend (who was on the couch). At first I thought it was a
dream, but I KNOW that I was awake and my eyes were open!! I could see
the whole room perfectly and the lights were off!! It wasn't until I
shook my head and ran out of the room that it became dark again. Also,
I almost never wake up in the middle of the night, I am a very sound
sleeper. I've thought about what happened a million times and I've
decided that whoever that man was, he was not trying to scare or harm
me, he just seemed curious. This happened over 10 years ago and I have
only told 2 people about this because it seems so crazy. I also have
another story, but I will email you later about that one because it's
getting late! I grew up in New Jersey about 5 minutes away from Shades
of Death Rd. and Ghost Lake and this is where my other experience
occurred. Well, thanks for listening,

My Dead Uncle (2 true stories)

By: hellopurrtylady@aol.com

1- My uncle past away strangely with unknown reasons. Doctors couldn't figure out what had happened. I just think his wife poison him for his life insurance, that's why she requested no autopsy being done on him. Anyways, I was his favorite of course so one night while me and my husband was sleeping at my mother's house he decided to mess with us. That night I had a bowl of mangos laying on my bedside table ( that was his last meal ) and a sharp knife. I was laying next to the wall while my husband was laying close to the table. He was awaken by a loud silware shaking against eachother. When he open his eyes he seen just the knife hitting against the bowl. So scared out of his mind he asked me to switch side. I was to sleepy to ask why. About half an hour past i heard movements in the room also the bed and table was shaking. I woke up my husband and he stated "i move because of that"!!! Then everything stopped moving except my mango bowl it still was shaking. Thinking it might have been an earthquake so i ignored it. Then the bedside table started to move. So i screamed out for my mother. She also said that it was my uncle looking for food. if you know what i mean. Never again did me and my husband sleep there again.
2- Around midnight, it was very hot that night. I was sitting next to the window in the living room when I happened to glance over at my aunts house up the hill. I seen a figure dress in white walking up the path to her house and when it reach to the steps to the door it walked away like upset. All of a sudden i heard a noise and looked the other way, a second later i glance out the window and the figure was gone. Next morning i asked my aunt was she awake at that time and she responded yes but no company came that late. So i told her about the figure and she said it has to be uncle. He left because he wasn't welcome. Asian tradition is once your dead your not welcome means they asked the buddhists to bless evil and spirit to stay far away from their home.

My Dad's House

By: Amberdinni@aol.com

When I was 10 we moved into the house my father currently lives in which is situated behind a cemetary with headstones dating back to the early 1800's. When I was about 15 or so, when I started going out with friends and coming home late at night I started sensing strange things. I would come home late, after the family had gone to bed and I would not turn on lights so I wouldn't wake people, I would walk down the hallway and I could feel someone walking with me, on occasion he would be walking in front of me, I could see his shadow in front of me. He is a tall man about 6 foot 4 at least. I got to the point that when I came home I would say hello to my ghost and he would just kind of dissappear. He never did go into my room, he would walk me to my door and stay there.
When I was 7 my uncle died in a tragic accident and when I was 18 my grandfather died suddenly. I never really recovered from my uncles passing, I was very young and I missed him greatly. After my grandfather died I was laying in bed one night and felt the end of my bed go down like someone was sitting there and my first thought was it was one of my cats (I have four, it wasn't out of the realm of possiblity) so I opened my eyes to see which cat was there and my Uncle Melton and my Grandfather Pat were sitting on the footboard looking at me. Instead of freaking out I was happy and things began to get better after that. I had gone through a great depression when my grandfather died and went off the deep end.
My family does not take pictures very often but I can see Orbs in my back yard and in the house and at my grandmas house you can see them around my grandfathers room where he slept and out in his barn where he spent a lot of time.
I have to say I just love this website and I love to know that I am not alone when I see my spirit friends.

My Aunts Story

By: eckinger@comcast.net

I WOULD LIKE TO TELL YOU A STORY ABOUT MY AUNTS HOUSE. MY AUNT ( AND COUSINS AND UNCLE) MOVED INTO A FAIRLY NEW HOUSE. THEN REALLY WEIRD THINGS WOULD HAPPEN. THEY WOULD SEE BLACK SHADOWS IN ROOMS NO ONE WAS IN. AND MY COUSIN CLAIMS TO HAVE BEEN BIT BY A DOLL MY AUNT HAD SITTING IN THE HALLWAY. IT IS RUMORED THAT THE HOUSE IF NOT HER WHOLE DEVELOPMENT WERE BUILT ON AN INDIAN BURIAL GROUND. THERE IS ANOTHER RUMOR THAT AN OLD WOMAN WHO USED TO SIT IN THE BASEMENT OF THE HOUSE POSSIBLY DIED IN THE HOUSE. THIS STORY IS ALSO LINKED TO MY COUSINS FRIENDS HOUSE ACROSS AND DOWN THE STREET A LITTLE. THIS RUMOR HAS ACTUALLY LED MY COUSINS FRIENDS MOM TO HANG A BLANKET OVER THEIR BASEMENT DOOR. MY AUNT HAS HAD THE HOUSE BLESSED AND THINGS SETTLED DOWN UNTIL MY GRANDMOTHER DIED. MY OTHER COUSIN (SAME HOUSE) CLAIMS TO HAVE HAD HER HAIR DRYER THROWN FROM THE BATHROOM SINK INTO THE HALLWAY. MY AUNT HAS CLAIMED TO HAVE SEEN MY GRANDMOTHER STANDING IN A DOORWAY. SHE BELIEVES IT WAS MY GRANDMOTHER BECAUSE MY GRANDMOTHER LOVED ANGELS AND THIS WAS A WHITE APPIRITION THAT GAVE HER A VERY CALM FEELING. SHE ALSO SAID THAT THIS APPIRITON WAS GLOWING. MY AUNT HAS HAD SPIRITS WITH HER FOR HER WHOLE LIFE. SHE AND MY DAD AND UNCLE AND GRANDPARENTS SEEMED TO MOVE INTO ONE HAUNTED HOUSE AFTER ANOTHER. MY DAD DOESNT BELIEVE AND I DONT THINK THAT MY UNCLE DOES EITHER BUT SHE DEFFINENTLY DOES BY THE WAY SO DID MY GRANDMOTHER

Our Encounters are Few

By: Specialgrl218@aol.com

The encounters my brother and I have had in our house have been few, but still very strange. The first time I remeber anything strange happening in our home was shortly after we finished putting a second floor on the house. The rest of my family was sleeping, and I was staying up watching t.v. in my living room. I heard what sounded like someone walking down the stairs, I looked over to see a woman in a long flowing nightgown walk down the stairs and head towards the kitchen. I at first thought it was my mom coming down for a glass of water (she wears nightgowns to bed a lot). I then got up to talk to her, walked in the kitchen and found no one there. Obviously shaken, I quietly went upstairs to my bedroom and went to sleep. The next encounter I had was with my brother. My parents had just taken the dog for a walk and the only people who were in the house were my brother and I. I was practicing piano in the office when I heard what sounded like someone walking up the basement stairs. Frightened I ran up to my brother's room where he was reading. We both listened as the sounds traveled through the kitchen and up the stairs. At this time we both freaked and made a run for it.(My bedroom was right next to my brother's and the door was wide open. It was cold outside and all of the windows in the house were closed.) While running down the stairs we heard my bedroom door slam shut. We then waited outside until my parents came home. The most recent encounter happened to my brother. He was playing Game Cube very early one morning, he had a sleepover and our cousin was also in the basement sleeping. He had felt like someone had been watching him all night. According to him, he looked into one of the glass panes on a painting on our wall and saw the reflection of a woman stairing back at him. He claims she was wearing very old clothing, and when he looked back again she was gone.
These events were pretty spread out, with almost a year inbetween them all. I sometimes get weird feelings when I am alone in the house, and I do not go into the basement after dark. Also at times my dog sits on my parent's bed in total darkness and barks at the walls for no apperent reason.
Our encounters are few, but I really feel like we are sharing our house with another being or beings.

Matthew

By: jenwickman@earthlink.net

through out the 4 years that I lived in my home, several incidents happened in which me believing that ghosts really do exist! There is an open archway connecting the living room and the kitchen. One day while the children were playing outside andI was vacuuming, I felt that someone was watching me. I looked and got a quick glance of a small child, about 3 ft in height, blonde hair, and wearing overalls. He was looking from the kitchen around the open arch into the living room, then quickly disappeared. I turned off the vacuum and followed the direction of the child, surprised to see that no one was there. Because the child resembled my youngest son, I presumed it was him. I then went outside to see what he wanted, amazed to see that he and his older brother was running through the sprinkler! (They both were wearing swimming trunks. Other incidents including hearing faint giggling when it was just me in the house, my oldest child complained of being tripped by "Matthew"this was the name that my children gave him, being the (he felt a hand just above the front part of the foot) Many times while I was cooking or doing dishes I would feel a tug on the back of my shirt, and the timer on my stove would always go off at 0300 in the morning. "Matthew" was like any other child, and got on my nerves, but we grew to love hi just the same!

Friends Father

By: pamsfamily@optusnet.com.au

Hi Im a 42 year old male living in brisbane
Australia i have seen quite a few strange things
over the years . this story freeks me out when i think back
i was driving to work one day at the end of my street
a car turned towards me it was about 5 feet from my window
the driver was smiling and waving to my surprise it was my friends
father who had passed on about 2 months earlier
from cancer he looked great his face was so happy he was driving
a car this was in the afternoon in daylight
i dont understand what it means if it means anything
some sort of message may be.have you heard of ghosts driving cars?

The Pull

By: walksfar24@earthlink.net

I have lived in Virginia most of my life and have 'seen" what others don't see since I was 5 years old. Well as I am now searching my family roots I am discovering that all the places that I have received such a strong "pull"toward and seen the most "activity" are places that I have a genetic link to. My mother's family have been here since Jamestown and have always been involved in politics and social concerns.
I have many stories to tell,many I have witnessed myself . I have investigated many of my "sightings" to try and find out the whole stories behind the hauntings after "they" have presented themselves to me. I have some answers but there are many more I am still searching out the facts.
I even have had one haunted house warn me of my own up coming death and the death of others. I didn't heed it's warning,but "the house" then "ran interference" for me so I could get away. Although I did die ,I was brought back,even the Doct tors don't understand how, Others weren't so lucky. But that is another story.
If you are interested in more of my tales let me know.
I hope you enjoy the one I just sent to you " Soldiers of Blackwater Creek" It's entirely true I have witnessed it and most folks around Ivor and Hopewell know about it.
I enjoyed your other entries many I already knew about but some were new to me. I hope to check them out this fall.

The Bedroom and the Little Boy

By: redspikeshorty@yahoo.com

I would like to share my experience with you and what I think may be the supernatural. My brother and I have what I guess would be a gift to sense things about people, events before they happen, and even things we can't see. He and I have had several conversations about being awakened in the middle of the night by a presence or a feeling of being watched. Sometimes that presence is an evil one. Sometimes it is not. Hence from this, I will share my story.
I have had several "strange" experiences over the course of my life. The one that stands out most is this one:
About 7 years ago, my now ex-husband and I bought a cute, little two-bedroom, A-frame house. It was about 70 years old, having been built around the end of WWII. I don't know much about it the house other than it was a rent house and changed hands several times. The bedroom we had picked to be our daughter's room had a very strange feeling. It was like a pressure or sense of foreboding. The closet in the room was just as creepy. It was a regular everyday closet, yet it was like being in another world if you stepped into it. After we moved in, I would rock my daughter in the room with the door shut. I would always feel a sense of panic, that I needed her to go to sleep so I could leave the room.
When my daughter was about two or three, she came to me one morning and said, "There was a little boy who was trying to scare me, but his Mommy told him to stop and then he left." I asked her what little boy she was referring to, since she and I were the only ones at home. She told me the little boy that was standing in the hallway had scared her. Well, there was no little boy standing there, and I put it out of my mind with e exception of creepiness value. It wasn't long after that that my daughter developed what some describe as "night terrors." The thing is, she was never asleep. This would happen when we would go to put her to bed in that room. She would scream bloody murder and run in circles around her room and come into the living room begging us to let her stay up. We had to completely close that closet door, hang blankets over the windows and lay with her until she fell asleep. This lasted a couple of weeks and then as abruptly as this started, it stopped. She then began to talk of the man who lived in her closet and how he would come out to visit her. Being two or three, I could never tell if she was making it up or truly seeing something. I always sensed things in there, but never saw anything.
Time went by and we had another daughter. I was in that bedroom changing her diaper one evening. My husband and oldest daughter were in the living room playing. As I was leaning over the baby bed, I distinctly felt a finger grip the back of my skirt and tug! I turned around to tell my oldest daughter to stop, but there was no one there! I picked up my baby and literally ran out of the room!
Not long after that, I remember dreaming about a little boy in a Texas Rangers baseball cap. The only thing is, I am sure I was awake. He was nearly transparent. The baseball cap was very recognizeable, but his features had almost a "Casper" quality. I remember he reached out to pat my arm, like a child would to awaken its mother. It was at that point I screamed. My husband sat up gasping asking what was wrong. I told him and he laughed and said I had had a nightmare. Well, it scared me so badly, I asked him to switch sides of the bed with me. Several months later, I had the same dream again. The little boy had found me on the other side of the bed. I screamed again! After that second time, I never saw him again. My daughters would come to the side of the bed, and for a long time, I was scared because I wo d awaken to see a small child. OF course, those times it was my own! I began to wonder if the little boy I saw was the same one who had scared my daughter several years earlier.
I divorced my husband last year. He stills lives in that house and the girls still have the same room. I never hear of any strange occurances, partially because my ex-husband doesn't believe in things like that. However, I have had other strange occurances in my present house that I live in by myself. It makes me wonder if something is following me wherever I go!

Sightings

By: noelg007@yahoo.co.uk

Hi there, My name is Leon Jones and i currently attend
secondary school in St davids CBS,Dublin,Ireland. This
school used to be run by a well known, sexually and
physically abusive order of priests known as the
Christian Brothers. The brothers used to punish
troublesome students by locking them in an underground
sewer system and raping them. One day myself and a few
friends skipped school and decided to hide in the
sewer system so as not to be seen. From the moment we
entered the underground system we could hear moaning
and groaning and instantly felt cold. we went further
into the sewer and noticed many other room which had
been blocked off. The further we went the more noises
we heard, needless to say we didnt last too long down
there!! I would appreciate if u would contact me when
u recieve this mail and let me know if it will be
shown on your web page

Number of Experiences

By: blinkfan198@hotmail.com

I have had quite a number of experiences with ghosts, and I thought I'd
share them with you...
The first was when I was younger. I had my great grandmother's chair in my
room. She passed away the year before I was born - I was born on the one
year anniversary of her death. When I was younger everynight I can remember
seeing her sitting in that chair, not really doing anything, just sitting
there. That was fine, I don't think I was ever scared of that, but after she
disappeared a man dressed in all black with a hat and a trenchcoat would sit
on the edge of the bed and stare at me all night, but by morning he was
always gone. This went on every night for about 2 weeks. No one believed me,
but I was terrified! So finally one night I asked the man who he was and he
didn't answer, so I told him to go away so he just disappeared. Neither him
nor my great grandmother ever came back. We got rid of the chair.
My second ghost story is from a few months ago when my neighbor and I went
to go see a house her cousin was renovating. The house was over 100 years
old. There were 4 floors, and the top floor was simply a small hallway and
the master bedroom. We were all up in the master bedroom and my neighbor and
I were in the closet, totally amused at the fact that the closet slanted
downward like a semi-steep ramp. I went back down when her cousin went back
downstairs, but my neighbor stayed in the room for a minute. She SWEARS as
she came back down that she turned off all the lights as she came down. When
she came out me and her cousin were already at the car and he said to her "I
thought I told you to turn off the lights!" and my neighbor swore up and
down she did but when we looked at the house ALL the lights were on. So her
cousin went up and we watched as all the lights slowly went back off. Well
the second he came out of the house, ALL the lights went back on again. He
got freaked out so we left. The next day he went back to the house and all
the knives were out on the kitchen counters, and when he got upstairs the
bed in the master bedroom was pushed up against the door. After researching
the house he found out that about 100 years ago a woman was stabbed to death
by her husband and he hid her in a box under the floor of the closet. (Which
explains the slope in the floor.)
I also have a picture from a plantation in St. Maarten where you can see a
ghost sitting in the tree if you would like me to pass it along. I also have
stories of two ghosts that live in my house - very nice, playful ghosts. I'm
sorry I dont really have time to share the rest of my stories, but if you
are interested in them I will be more than happy to send you another email

My Son's Dog

By: GLamb@anl.gov

My son passed away unexpectedly in 1998. His dog, a male Akita, passed away 9 months previously. He also had another Akita which I still have. About 6 months after my son left us, I had gotten up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. Living along, I didn't bother to shut the bathroom door. I saw the dog, the only animal in the house, come out of my son's room (the doorway was visible from the bathroom) and go down the hall. I heard toenails clicking on the hallway tile. I thought it strange that the dog came of my son's old room because it had been sleeping next to my bed when I got up to use the bathroom. Anyway, I started talking to the dog saying, "Now you get up in the middle of the night and want to go out and I'll have to wait until you're ready to come back in before I can go back to bed and I have to get up early to go to work and you can sleep all day". I went through the house and to the back door where the dog always goes when it has to go out. It wasn't there so I checked the kitchen and living room and it wasn't there either. I next checked my bedroom and there she was, asleep in the same position and location as when I got up to use the bathroom.
I was wide awake and not only saw the dog clearly, but heard the toenails clicking on the tile. For those of you who don't know, an Akita is a pretty big dog..my dog weighs 110 lbs. and is about 27" at the shoulder. I've have other experiences that have made me wonder if they were paranormal, but this is the only time I actually seen a "spirit". If it wasn't the spirit of my son's dog, what did I see?

Grammy's Ghost

By: Squirrel68@aol.com

I grew up in my grandmother's house with my family and I living on what was made into a second floor house of what was actually a single family home in Lynn, Ma. We lived this way until I was 14, at which time my grandmother died in her bedroom. Shortly thereafter, we moved into the remainder of the house which is a very large 8 room house with all the rooms of considerable size. One night my parents were over my aunt's house and my siblings were out and about. I was home alone with my dog. I was watching television in what was now our family room (that faces towards our dining room, which had been my grandmother's bedroom). I thought I heard someone call my name very faintly like a whisper; it was coming from the dining room area. I brushed it off, but was sure I heard something. At this point, I looked down at my dog and he was staring into the dining room and turning his head from side to side as dogs do when they are confused. This was enough for me so I took the dog for a long walk until someone else came home. This is not the end of the story either, when I was talking with my oldest brother about it he told me that he had been up late watching TV when the French doors facing towards the hallway slowly opened on their own, he said that he thought it could have been the wind, but then they closed equally as slow.
Several years later my girlfriend at the time, now my wife, was sitting in the kitchen of this same house while I was speaking with my brother in the family room, I was only gone for a minute or two but when I returned my girlfriend asked me who the lady was that just walked past her in a blue bathrobe and with curlers in her hair. I told her that I hadn't seen anyone walk by me, but she was adamant that there was no way I couldn't have seen her as she walked right through the doorway I had just came into. I got the chills because I remember that my grandmother would always go to bed with curlers in her hair. Also My girlfriend had never met my grandmother as she had passed away about 6 years before we got together.

Ghosts

By: daniel_wood2@msn.com

me and my friends live close to each other one day we meet up and were
chatting about paranormal activitys and i said i had recently seen a ghost
of a young woman. And my friends replyed so have i! they had both saw a
ghost the same descriptsion as mine at first i dided belive them so i went
into my house and grabbed some paper, we drawn our ghosts and they were
identicle. we all said that she was brunette about 5ft5in about 23years old
and was wearing 1950s style clothes.my frinds all said she was moving stuff
around there houses, we also noticed a similarity that she would come into
our bedrooms and move items.the night after we had this convosation we all
got visited buy her, i was in my bedroom with the lights turned off and i
senn a young women(the ghost) walked into my bedroom and looked directly at
me and bent down picked some thing up and walked out of my bedroom. my
friend was wathching the telly and it suddennly turned off and the womens
face apeared on the screen at first he thought it was a reflection of
someone behind him but there was noone there then the telly come back on! if
u have had the same sort of experience plz e-mail me.

Dad's Boss

By: leerobson1978@hotmail.com

HI! one day i went to work with my dad and his boss alex just died but you see he didnt like me he always use to tell me off when my dad wasnt there and shout at me but when my dad was around he was so kind and nice to me i really was scared of him. when i found out he died i was shocked but glad but i know its horrible to say that someone is dead but i dont have to be scared of going into work with my dad. so a month went and frogot about alex i walked in his old office and there was picture of how the work building use to look like i felf so cold straight away when i looked up at it and i looked round thinking someone is in the room i looked everywhere i was starting to get scared and it felt like this cold breeze went past me but i always told everyone there no such things as ghosts and sayin that its stupid because im catholic and they dont belive in ghosts so i turned back round at the picture and it moved i jumped out my skin but there was no windows open or nothing and i was starting to tears in my eyes with fright and i still had a feeling that someone was in the room and my dad walked into his office which was alex`s old office and the feeling went away. so i think it was alex! my dad asked me what it was but i just made an excuse up everything stopped you see when my dad came in alex stopped which i never will no why he didnt like him? THE END!!!

The Little Girls

By: dasa01902@hotmail.com

This story needs just a bit of set up.
An ex-girlfriend of mine has a friend who lives in a haunted house. the
house has a sad history. In 1988 the house caught fire, and two little
girls, (I forgot their ages, probably between 4-7 years old), were caught in
the fire, and were killed.
Me, being an avid believer in ghosts and such, had asked my girl if we could
check out the house. We got the ok from her friend, and we went in. Now,
I've always been sensitive to the supernatural, I feel things, but my girl
could SEE things. Her friend had told us that the hauntings of the house
had become increasingly worse over the last few months. Doors would slam,
and things would fall off of shelves. My girl's friend had been at the top
of the stairs, and she felt someone push her. Luckily, she didn't fall down
those stairs.
We started our "tour", in the basement, and as soon as we went down there, I
got chills and the feeling like I was being watched. I also felt pure
malice. Whatever was in that basement, wanted no part of us. As I walked
through the basement, I came to what I think was a retaining wall, it was
four feet high, and stone. Dirt was piled to the top of it, on the other
side. Almost like one of the basement's storage compartments had been walled
off and filled with dirt. While next to that wall, I had a feeling deja-vu,
which I couldn't explain, and to this day, can't explain.
We left the basement, and went to that living room. There are two dogs in
the house, and when they saw me come out of the basement, they freaked out,
growling at me, and showing their teeth. I crouched, and offered my hand,
and they reluctantly came to me, and then they were fine.
So, upstairs we went, to the room that the little girls had died in. As soon
as we walked in, my girl flung her head around, and said that the spirit
had ran from the room, which I thought was odd. We stayed in that room for a
while, and it was as if a blanket of saddness had been put over us. It was
almost unbearable, we were both openly weeping. As we went through the rest
of the house, I kept feeling different things, sadness, anger, malice. It
was so odd. I asked my girl;s friend is she wanted me to do a wiccan
banishment ritual to get rid of the spirits, and at that moment, I felt a
chill and the hairs on my arms stand up. I suddenly felt, for lack of a
better term, "unwelcome". The woman said no, that she was used to the
spirits. We left then, unfortunately, I didn't have a camera or any
recording equipment so I could document this odd tale. I wish I had.
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You Warned Me

By: Lbell2@aol.com

For years I have had one unexplained occurrence after another. I grew up in a small town in Ga. There never seemed to be a true calm night go by. From the time that I can remember lights would turn on and off by themselves. Stereos and televisions would turn on and off in the middle of the night. There would be voices. Two of them. A man and a woman would talk constantly. They would not be talking to each other. The voices would each be saying something different . You could disturb them just by coughing,etc. but then they would start back up soon after. The rocking chair in our den would rock constantly. Balls of light would sometimes pop up. If you walked toward them they would disappear. On occassion my bedroom door which would get stuck in the door frame would slam open so hard in the middle of the night that the door would literally vibrate. Imagine that rude awakening. To be young and have these things happen was more scary than I can put into words. There were witnesses to these activities. As I grew into my teenage years other oddities would start showing up. I had a way you might say of knowing things before they happened. My best friend would not leave her house without a prediction you might say. Also, I noticed that these happening seem to be directed to my presence. For instance, when I would come home from school I would place my books etc. on the kitchen table, walk down the hall come back to the kitchen to get my stuff and it would be just gone. No one else at home but me. You turn the place upside down and your things are nowhere to be found. You question your sanity. This would happen so often that somedays I would stand in the middle of the living room and yell at mid air that "I would greatly appreiciate it if you would please return my stuff." It would always show up where I had left it. These occurences happened alot with jewelry also. Like I said before I knew that I was the focus when it came to unusual activitiy. There is more that I haven't even added here. However I had read just enough to make me realize the pictures that appeared in my mind about what would happen in the future were or could be connected to some of the events mentioned above was enough to scare me to death. Next I just out right tried to stop the images. I did a pretty good job of ignoring them until my daughter came along. I also would of never thought my daughter would experience any paranormal activity. However one after she was lying on our bed watching television when her little dog preceeded to bark like I have never heard her bark before. I walked (more like run) just in time to see a black shirt that had been left in the floor fly straight up and across the room by it's self. My daughter just started screaming. I was not impressed. This was an entirely different residence than the one above. We were both scared, except she showed it by screaming and I did not. How do you explain that to your five year old, when seen it too. Here we go again. Several other things happened like the vaccum coming on in the middle of the night, etc. Those kind of things. When we bought our present home it felt good. Maybe just maybe nothing weird would happen anymore. Did I get fooled. When my daughter turned around ten years old there was a another incident. One morning before school she comes screaming and crying to me. She kept screaming about this little girl. Once she had calmed she explained to me she had seen a little that was about her age. This little girl appeared to have to of drowned. The ghost you might say kept trying to tell my daughter something that my daughter could not understand. My daughter could not hear what the ghost was trying to tell her. Once she told me all of this, I had an automatic panic attack I guess. Fear, adrenaline, fear. What was I going to do. This ghost showed itself to my daught several times over about a week period of time. My husbands response was to take her to a counselor. I wasn't quite sure that was what she needed. I finally came to conclusion that the only way to be rid of this situation was have my daughter take control and order it to leave and never return, which she did. No more ghost. The situation was finally over. Later I found out from a friend that there was a lake on our property years ago. Well as of now the only thing that seems to be unexplained is at night through my bedroom windows is what appears to a shadow of a man walking by. I have tried every way to try to explain what this is. I have sat by the window and looked for light reflections , etc., I can't find anyway to explain it. The first time my husband seen it he jumped up out of bed and loaded a shotgun and went outside looking for the man that just went by the window. I finally got him to listen so I could explain that it happens every night. He just happened to never notice it. The first time my daughter seen it she just tripped out. I had to explain to her not to be scared I had noticed it along time ago. There was no one outside the window.
I know this is forever a long story, but there is something else. For years, when I go to sleep it's like I float. I have looked down on my body from the ceiling. I have went to places and have seen and met others. I do not like it. I do not feel in control and that scares me. Actually the only control that I feel like I have is to wake myself up. It will happen even if I take a nap during the day. I am not educated enough on any of these subjects to know what to do about them. I have read a couple books and actually a fairly well known psychic called me at home one day. That shocked me. This lady has published a book recently. She sent me copy. For some reason she felt she just had to talk with me. She was a very kind lady. She preceeded to tell me I had special gifts that I would not talk to anyone about. That I had very powerful pschyic grandmother . She described my grandmother. I really did not know what to say. I have not talked with her again.
I still have pictures pop up in my mind as recenty as this morning. It was about my son who is 19 and the police. I warned him and within less than an hour he was pulled over by the sheriff for riding has four wheeler on the road. He just looked at me and smiled and said, "you warned me." Oh yes I warned him, but luckily he wasn't ticketed.
Well anyway I could go on and on but I will stop here. Thanks for taking the time to read. It's nice to be able to share my stories and not be totally thought of as crazy.

Tennessee Home

By: mistyreed1015@yahoo.com

              This home was located in Knoxville, TN This was 10 yrs ago The house was completely surrounded by This leads me to think that the house may no longer be there...a recent address satellite imagery showed what could still be the house, but can't tell from it....
             Now I do have to give you just a bit of background before I go to into things, cause over the years I have thought some of the things going on at the time may have played into what we went thru....
              My Sister-in-law and Brother-in-law lived in this house before we did, they said some odd things happened , you know like things disappearing then reappearing later, small things..things that could be anything, or nothing.
              The house held 2 other tenants, one lived upstairs in what was probably once all upstairs bedrooms, and one lived in a small part off the breeze way, it was a small one room, area, is the best to describe....We lived in the bigger downstairs part, which being it was an old house would have been the main part in the old days.
               The guy in the small room, was seldom home, don't blame him actually. The girl upstairs often called my sister-in-law saying she heard us yelling and screaming, on nights we weren't even home... in fact once we were at my sister-in-laws when the upstairs girl called to say we were throwing things around... we came home to all the stuff on the wall and in my bookshelves on the floor, all the stuff on the wall was rare......we even called the police and filed a report, although nothing was missing, nor did either neighbor see anything, just heard things....these things did not happen to the neighbor when my sister-in-law lived there....
             We moved there when I was about 4 to 5 months pregnant with my son,(my only child) so around late June, maybe early July of 1990. Our marriage wasn't so great even then, my husband (ex-now) was seeing others, not coming home much and when he came home he was often angry, and abusive.. We lived there until August of 1991. I of course was going thru lots of stress, first pregnancy, all alone, quite a lot, so I often think of Poltergeist now when I tell this story... but onward.....
It started out with things like the tape measure was missing, sitting right out on the bar and then gone, of course my husband thought I had already put the darned thing up, I was a CLEAN FREAK when I was pregnant, and yelled at me for a good 5 minutes, then he walked into the kitchen and there it laid, the tape measure.... Of course, he swore, I had put it back while he was in the bathroom...many things did that...but I figured we were moving in, and I was maybe not thinking as I put things here and there....I did have lots of other things on my mind.
           We began to settle in, It was really nice to have a large place after living in a one bedroom, 1960's trailer... I hung a lot of pictures on the wall, (I honestly don't do that much anymore) 2 in particular, an 8x10 of me when I was about 5yrs old, and the first framed picture I had ever bought on my own, for my very first place, (an old cheap print of some abstract looking vase and cat, with the cheap plastic gold frame, from the dollar store) this picture just meant a lot to me, cause it signified when I went out on my own to live, now to think of it, it was pretty ugly.... The 8x10 of me was one of my husbands favs, and personally one of the best pics I have ever taken...LOL
          I would hang those 2 pictures back up almost 3 times a day, some days more often, for the next year...
I would leave the living room where they both hung, and before I was across the next room I would hear a BANG as the 8x10 would hit the floor.. Before I could get done with what I was doing I would hear the second lighter bang of the cheap print hitting the floor... I would always calmly go back into the room, and say "please I really like these pictures please, let them stay up.." of course they fell constantly, like I said I was a freak about cleaning when I was pregnant, and I would honestly rearrange the living room daily if the urge hit that week, I did notice that certain arrangements would make those pictures fly farther and more often.....of course they tended to fly more often when the husband and me were arguing, or if I was stressed cause he hadn't come home for a day or so...
         Of course I began to just ignore it, figured it seemed to mean no harm, just playful? Heck maybe it was me, some king of "Carrie" thing going on... ha hah....
I continued to pick up the pictures, but it did begin to annoy me... we had a beautiful Doberman puppy that my mom gave me, but I had to get rid of the poor animal, it was never able to sleep in that house, she constantly whined and cowered, and refused to ever leave the living room, which seemed to scare the hell out of her, but the rest of the house scared her worse.....she would run out of the liivng room to the sunroom which had a backdoor and sit and cower at the door till I let her out, I always expected her to run away, but she just stood in the yard and stared at the upstairs window... the one I always swore the upstairs girl stared out at me thru... once I was sure it was here scaring the dog, and thought if I just could see her car in the drive I would go talk to her about this... I looked around the corner of the house, and , yeah you guessed it her car wasn't there... but that in no way means someone wasn't up there... I have never proved to myself that it wasn't a real person looking out that window....That dog never sat foot in any other room of that house, she went on to a great family, and was a great pet, she died about 2 yrs ago, natural causes....they kept in touch with me, cause I thought the dog was a basket case... I think the house was the problem...
     Still I was the only one to really experience these things, my husband had been there several times when the pictures fell off the wall, but he always said it was cause I wasn't hanging them right...he to thought the dog was crazy, and I was following it right down the same path.
     The scariest thing to personally happen to me, was the first night I was home with my son from the hospital, the husband had went out to party or something, and I was home alone with a new baby, I had him in the bassinet in my bedroom with me, the bedroom we were sleeping in at that time was separated from the kitchen by a locking door...the kind with the slide lock on the inside of the bedroom... I got up while my son was asleep to get something to drink, as I stepped thru the door into the kitchen the door shut behind me, no big deal I figured, it will keep me from waking the baby... well then I heard the slide lock slide... and yes, my new born baby was locked in my bedroom... I panicked... there was no other way in that room... and I then heard my once sleeping baby making these happy cooing noises.. I could peek thru the crack, and I swear he looked as if he was looking up and smiling....( I know newborns don't smile they have gas, but it was what it looked like!!!) I firmly and loudly said "Stay away from my baby!!!" and the slide lock slid back as I was looking at it thru the crack in the door!!!!!! Of course I busted into the room scaring the baby to death, he screamed, I cried, and that room was ice cold....for about a minute or so, I recall that perfectly cause not only was my mommy instinct kicking in, I remember I was using a small space heater and it had clicked off right before I went out, it was on and red hot when I went in....
       My husband, who was extremely skeptical would laugh at me, and say it was insane rambling... until one morning about 4 or 5 days before Christmas we were watching the news and our little Christmas tree was sitting next to the TV on a box actually so it looked bigger... all of the sudden slowly and surely enough to grab both or our attention one of the glass balls on the tree lifted up and came out about 2 feet from the tree and box, it sat there long enough for me to look at my husband, and say "you do see that too, don't you?" he never stopped looking at it, and he was white as a sheet, he was able to nod his head and I said "see what I mean", just before it fell onto the hardwood floor and of course shattered... Best thing that did was make him never doubt me again, and if he thought about doubting me, he got more proof about 2 months later...
        We had changed to the middle bedroom, so I could sleep closer to the baby, (the middle room was the babies room) and late one night I woke up to hear a "swish" noise, like something swinging back and forth, as I went to sit up and look, I heard my husband say quietly and sounding scared to death, "you don't want to look" by then I had probably seen enough cause I didn't look, and all I said when I heard the BANG was "well this time it managed to break the picture"... I had moved that cheap print into that bedroom over the dresser, and the next day my husband tells me he woke up to that noise real slight, and looked at the picture as it was swinging on the wall like the wind might be blowing it some, no fan, no windows open, so he had to watch, like he was hypnotized he said, by the time I woke up it was swinging wide enough to touch the ceiling, he said like some hand had it by the middle and was swinging it on the wall....when I got up and found it, the glass was broken, the cheap frame bent, and the picture itself was laying on the ground.. I swear I taped that thing right back up on the wall, of course it didn't stay, and it actually ended up ripped during a bad fight my husband and I had....cause it was laying in the floor as he walked thru the room....
       The 8x10 of me when I was a kid, I continued to hang back up ,it hit the hardwood floor enough times to completely bust the glass out, and damage the frame some until it actually disappeared ,well the picture itself did, I found the mangled frame in a box of stuff after we moved, I do recall packing the entire thing up.... I never have seen my copy of that picture again...
         I never actually saw anything in that house, I know that dog did, and I know something was there, I think of Poltergeist cause they say they come around when lots of stress is on someone in the house... and I was under LOTS of stress.....my marriage was lousy, my husband was cheating on me, and when he was home he was hitting on me....I still wonder if it was something in me... I have never since been under such stress, but I have been in paranormal situations since....
        Not long before we moved out, the girl who lived upstairs moved out, and I was kept up many a nights as something paced the floors up there, sometimes stomping really hard If I fell asleep...reminded me of clog dancing...LOL
         My husband worked night shift, so he missed lots of that, but as little as we can agree on anything now a days, we do still agree on the things that we saw there... somewhere he has the picture of him standing in front of the living room mantle with that cheap print hanging there, and a large red looking orb right next to that picture...not near the glass so it could be a flash reflection, but beside it on the wall.
I wish he would let me have it, I know it scared the hell out of him the first time we saw it, don't know why he would keep it, but he really doesn't like me much anymore...that's ok, I ain't real fond of him...LOL
      I can always think of more little things that happened there, some could have explanations some might not...I do know when I did the address imagery search, I was honestly scared to look at the picture in case that house jumped out at me... and while my ex and I were still married and we would go to Knoxville to visit I would often say" let's go see it the house is still there..." He always refused cause he was honestly afraid that whatever was there might recall us as we passed and come back with us....That house really made him a believer......... I had already seen and believed... it just annoyed me, then scared me, and now a days it makes me curious, as to what went on, was it something, or was it me????

My Hauntings that still Happen

By: yashayazoki@yahoo.com

    I've been seeing ghosts for about ten years, it all started to happen when I was five. I would see this little girl about my age stand at the foot of the bed and wave for me to follow her. The first few times that I saw her I was scared to death and didn't move, but after a year or so I decided to go see what she wanted.
    She took me to the main room, which was right down the hall from my room, and pointed to another young figure that was in the dark. This other young figure looked like she was sitting in front of a candle that was dimly burning, but when I turned the light on there was no girl or candle. I stood there frozen with fear for a few minutes and turned the light out and they disappeared.
    A week later I heard my mother talking to my grandmother about how she is seeing figures go in and out of the rooms and thought it was me, but when she checked to see where I was I would always be asleep.
    Knowing that I wasn't the only one that saw these figures was a relief, but it scared me more to know they were real.
    This lasted for a few years and than stopped when we moved into our new house. At this time I was about eight years old and about a year of living in our new house I had forgotten about the figures. We lived in this new house for about three years when my grandmother moved into a smaller house and we moved in with her.
    All of a sudden I started to see figures again...but this time they were more active. I would hear the cabinets open and close in the kitchen, and lights would turn on and off by themselves when I was home alone. After awhile I got to where I always wanted to be around someone.
    Three to four more years passed and we moved out of our grandmother's house and into the house that we onced lived in. A couple of days passed and nothing happened as usual, and I wasn't worried because nothing never happened here before, but after the fourth night I started to see tall men, but they were more like shadows. For some reason I was not scared of them, but looked at them like angels and not ghosts. I even named them...the taller one was Bill, and the other was Bob. I don't know why I named them...but when I called to them after having a bad dream they would come. I loved these ghosts until I woke up about one o' clock in the morning and I couldn't breath...it felt like someone was choking me. All I could see was his eyes and they looked evil.
    After that accident I still didn't tell no one, I was about thirteen and I was scared that if I told someone that either they wouldn't believe me, or things would get worse.
   A year later we moved into a two story house that was next door to my grandmother. This frightened me more sence they were ALWAYS more active where she lived, but to my surprise nothing happened! No figures or voices...I thought that Bill and Bob were gone forever....but I guess that my luck ran short. About six months later I was walking down the hallway in the house by myself when I heard someone whisper my name. Out of normal reaction I said,"what?!" when no one said anything back I remembered that I was home alone. It scared the crap outta me, so ran to the couch and waited for three hours for my mother to get home.
    Ever sence than I haven't had any more problems outta ghosts, but at least once in awhile I do see or hear them, but I truely think that when they said my name...they were saying good-bye.

Olney Illinois

By: bobshell03@yahoo.com

In this home, many different things happened. For instance, one night I had my sister and her children staying with me. I turned to something which i thought was one of the children. As I looked there was a small child reaching out to me. I told the child to go back to bed, but she did not leave. She continued to stretch out her hands to me. at this time, i became somewhat scared when i realized that the small child was not any of the children at my house that evening. i backed away from her. At the same time that this transpired, my neice came to me and told me that she had been lying on the living room floor staring at a large man in a black suit, that of which had come into our back door. She said that she watched him for a long while, too scared to scream. He too disappeared. I am unsure as to what had previously taken place in that home, but I do know that it is exceptionally haunted.

My Uncles Home

By: Sfivepearces@wmconnect.com

A couple of days ago I set out to go visit my aunt with my cousin (let's call her Jan) and my grandmother.We were having a "hen party" which is our name for a gathering of females in our family during which we chat,eat and drink.I had forgotten about this until my cousin "Jan" brought it up later on in the evening.
When "Jan" was about 14 ,her family added on to their house.They purchased a
trailer from a family in our area.It had been rumored that the people who originally owned the trailer were into some really odd practices.The add-on was placed at the back of the house and contained a bathroom and my cousin Jan's bedroom and her younger brother "Jack's" room.
I was very young at this time and all I can remember is that I felt uneasy in this part of the house and never wanted to be alone there.My brothers and Jan's brother Jack were very close and I can't remember them ever once staying the night with Jack.In fact,after a while my cousin Jack refused to stay the night in that room and I don't think he ever did again,not even in his teen years.When I was very young we would all gather under a table with a blanket over it and tell spooky stories.Looking back,Jack's contributions were not fitting to "child's play".The playfulness in his voice when he told us stories rang false.
During that evening of the "hen party",Jan recalled being bone chillingly afraid of
w/e was back there.At almost 30 years old,she still recalls the unsettling fear that
plagued her in that part of the house.Most of the time,she recalls,it was foot steps that would follow her in the hall,they would stop when she stopped and start again when she did.She never dared to look behind her.Even at 17 years old she would run full speed to her room,tag the light as she flew by and jump under the covers.
She used to have a little dog that slept on the end of her bed.She woke up in the middle of the night at one time and the little dog did too.The little dog stood at the end of her bed,all the hair on his back stood straight up,and he stared out into the empty hall and growled ferociously.Not long afterward,the dog was discovered,laying dead in a ditch near her home.
Years later,when she had already moved out on her own,an odd incident occurred
during a visit home.Her boyfriend,who is now her husband,came with her and spent the night in "Jack's" old room.He had always flat out disbelieved in ghosts,hauntings,etc.He went to sleep that night and woke up later to the sound of someone calling him by his name and laughing.Everyone in the house was asleep.He went to where Jan was sleeping and told her that he was absolutely not leaving her sight for the rest of the night.
When she was a teenager she refused to say anything about it to her parents because,being 14 and older,she had always tried to rationalize it to herself.Now,years later,even her father who is a Christian school principle admits he had always felt "something" in that part of the house.Noone who has felt it has ever reported it as a "pleasant" or "indifferent" feeling.
Jan's mother unfortunately passed away.Her father remarried a woman who has a daughter who was about 15 at the time.They all moved in and her daughter was given Jan's old room.I heard her daughter telling someone about how she had been alone in the house at one time and heard hard,running foot steps come through the house.She assumed it was her stepbrother,Jan and Jack's younger brother,and that he had come home early from a church member's house warming party he had attended with his stepmother.She looked all through the house and when she didn't find him she though maybe he had gone as quickly as he came home and set out to my grandmother's house who lived very near.She decided to call her mother at the church member's party and asked her if her stepbrother had decided to come home.Her mother seemed a bit confused and told her,"No.He's right here with me."
The house has now been torn down(not in relation to any of the above incidents) and the family bought a new house to put on the same plot of land.No more incidents reported.

My Pop's Ghost

By: TwitchnItch420@aol.com

I have always been very interested in ghost and the supernatural, and I love to tell my experiences every chance I get. I was about 14 and I was staying with my grandparents in Port Norris, NJ for the summer. They lived on a very deserted area there were only two houses on there raod my great grandparents lived in the other house untill they died and left it to my poppop shortly after my greatgrandpa died my aunt moved into the house she told me that she saw nina and pop (thats what I called my great grandparents) quite a few times, she said that if she slept with her light on my pop would come and turn it off in the middle of the night my aunt lived alone so it couldnt have been anyone else. He would also cover her up if she fell asleep with no covers and if she went to work or left for the day when she'd come home the dog would be out side it would be impossible for the dog to get out on its own with all the windows shut and the doors locked. Even though I beleived in ghost I was a Little bit skeptical, untill i spent the night at the house my aunt wanted to show me that she wasnt crazy so I slept in her room with her and we left every light in the house on I woke up in the middle of the night my aunt was fast asleep and sure enough every light was turned off. i stayed for the week and I was at the house alone I was making a pie i left it in the oven to take a quick shower and when I got out the oven was off and the pie was cooling on the window sill. About a week or so later me and my poppop got in a fight and i ran down to my aunts house it was very dark and I was really scared I strarted banging on her door but i knew she'd never hear me her door was at the back of the house when suddenly the door swung open I looked in and saw a dark shadowy figure that strangely reminded me of my pop I ran to my aunts room quickly and told her what happend it's pretty clear to us that my nina and pop are watching over us and the house.
My mom also had a more chilling experience when she was a child and lived in the house with my grandpop my nina and pop were alive at the time and lived down the road in there house. My mom must have been ten or eleven at the time she was asleep in her room wich was right by the kitchen when she started hearing all the cabinets open and close she saw the light from the fridge going on and off the back door started to open and close by then my grandparents had woken up and came out to see what was going on all the doors stoped moving when they came out so they went back to bed and my mom slept with them that night the next night mom was back in her room she slept in a bunk bed on the bottom my aunt slept on the top when she saw a misty black orb float into the room from the kitchen and slide up the foot of the bed onto the top bunk when she herd my aunt scream and the figure flew out of the room. the next night they told my greatgrandparents what happend and they all sat in the kitchen and prayed for the spirit to leave after that nothing strange like that ever happend again.

Ghost Stories for You

By: genesis_from_the_fire@yahoo.com

Hi...Uh..Well, I'm Writing To You Because, First Off, I Love Your Site...And Second...I Have One Of My Own Experiences To Share, This Is Hard For Me To Do, But I Figure Hopefully Someone From This Site Will Believe Me, Because Usually, When I Tell People These Things, I Just Get Weird Looks...
First...I'm A 19 Year Old Girl, Named Jodi. I Am From Baltimore, MD, But I've Only Lived Here For About 5 Months, Now. I Moved Here To Be With My Bf. I Used To Live In Southern Lancaster County, Pennsylvania, Where My Parents And 16 Yr. Old Brother Still Live.
Well..When I Was Growing Up, I Spent Alot Of Time Over At My Grandparents House, In Oxford, PA, While My Parents Were At Work. I Was VERY Close To My Grandfather. He Was My Best Friend When I Was Younger, And I Remember Always Sitting On His Lap to Watch A Movie, Or Wasting Lazy Summer Days Away Just Swinging In The Hammock In The Backyard. I Loved Being With My Grandfather...He Was My Best Friend.
My Grandfather Passed Away When I Was 12 Years Old. BUT..I Knew When He Died. I Was At My Parents House, And I Was Asleep In My Room When I Had What I'm Assuming Was A Dream? My Grandfather Came To Me And Said "This Is Something I Have To Do, Please Don't Be Mad, I Have To Do This, But I'll See You Soon". I Had No Idea What He Meant, And Repeatedly Asked Him What He Was Talking About. He Kept Saying "I Have To Do This, This Is Something I Have To Do. Don't Be Mad, I'm Sorry, I Love You, I'll See You Soon".. At Some Point The Dream Just Ended..I'm Not Sure Exactly How Or When Because The Only Parts I Remember Is When My Grandfather Was Talking To Me, But The Next Morning When I Came Downstairs, I Knew Something Was Wrong By The Way Everyone Looked And Was Acting.
I Was Still pretty Shaken Up About My Dream, And Asked My Dad (My Pop-pop Was His Father) "Is Something Wrong With Pop-pop?", And I Remember The Look In My Mom's Eyes As My Dad Broke Down And Told Me That He Had Passed Away The Previous Night In His Sleep. I Didn't Say Anything To Them About My Dream Because I Figured They Wouldn't Have Believed Me, And Because I Didn't Want To Make Things Worse Than They Already Were. I Have Since Then Told My Parents About The Dream I Had, And To My Surprise They Believed Me, And Told Me That He Came To Me To Say Good-bye, And To Try To Help Me Understand That It Was His Time To Go.
Now, Just This Past Year (I Was 18), I Was In A Turkey Hill (Conv. Store) And I Was Bending Down To Pick Up A Gallon Of Iced Tea When I Heard A Male Voice Say "Hey, Girl, Long Time No See!". I Stood Back Up, And Turned Around, And I Swear My Grandfather Was Standing Right Next To Me With A Big Smile On His Face. I Was Extremely Shocked And Dropped The Iced Tea I Was Holding, Which Promptly Broke Open On The Floor, And Spilled Out Everywhere. When I Looked Back Up, My Grandfather Was Gone. I Didn't Know What To Do, So I Just Stepped Over The Spilled Tea, And Walked Out To My Car, And Sat There And Tried To Figure What Had Just Happened To Me In The Store. I Thought For Sure I Was Going Crazy. I Must Have Sat In My Car And Cried In That Parking Lot For An Hour, Until The Clerk Came Out To Ask Me If I Was Ok. I Said "Yes" And Drove Home.
I REALLY Contemplated Telling Anyone About This, Until A Few Weeks Later, My Brother, Brian, Who Was 15 And Worked At Burger King At The Time, Came To Me One Night Before We Went To Sleep, Looking Embarrassed, Said "Jod, I Have Something To Tell You, But You Have To Promise You Won't Laugh".
I Promised Him I Wouldn't, And He Preceeded To Tell Me That A Few Days Earlier, He (And I Quote) "Was At Work Taking Orders At The Counter, When A Guy Who Looked EXACTLY Like Pop-pop Came In. HE LOOKED IDENTICAL TO POP-POP, JODI! He Came To The Counter And Said "Hey Brian, What's Up?". I Didn't Know What To Say, And I Just Stood There And Looked At Him. And I Didn't Have My Nametag On So There Is No Way He Could Have Known My Name If It Wasn't Him...I Know It Was Pop-pop. I Don't Even Remember If He Ordered Anything, I Just Remember That He Winked At Me, And Went Into The Dining Room And Was Just Gone. I Don't Know If He Walked Out The Door or Not. I Saw Him, Jodi, I Swear I Saw Him. You Believe Me, Right?"
I Was Quite Shocked, And I Told Him I Believed Him Completely And Told Him About How I Had Seen Pop-pop At The Turkey Hill. We Decided To Tell My Parents The Next Day, And Found Out That My Dad Had Also Seen Him.
My Dad Was Grocery Shopping, And Was In Line Ready To Write A Check To Pay For The Groceries, When He Looked Out The Front Windows Of The Store, And Saw Pop-pop Standing Outside The Window. He Said Pop-pop Smiled And Waved At Him. My Dad Said He Said "Thats My Dad!" And Ran Outside, Leaving His Checkbook And Groceries At The Checkout Line, But When He Got Outside, Pop-pop Was Gone. He Said He Felt So Stupid Because Everyone Looked At Him Like He Was Crazy. It Upset Him So Badly That He Just Sat Out On The Porch For A Few Days. He Said That He Doubted Seeing Pop-pop At All, Until My Brother And I Came To Him And Told Him How We Had Also Seen Pop-pop. My Mother Has Yet To See Him.
It May Be Hard For You To Believe...But It Meant So Much To Me To Know That Those Times We Saw Him, He Was Checking Up On Us. It's Extremely Hard For Me Not To Cry Right Now, Because Writing This Really Brings Back That Day He Came To Me In The Store, Just To Say "Hi". I Miss My Grandfather Extremely Badly, But I Believe That Because He Came Back To See Us, That He Is Happy And Doing Good.
If This Whole Thing Sounds Far Fetched, I'm Sorry...And I Wouldn't Really Consider It A "Ghost Story", But You Can Take It For What Its Worth.
Do You Have Any Ideas On This Whole Thing? Is This Something That Happens To Alot Of People? Or Possibly You Have Some Ideas On How I Could See Him Again?

Evil Dog

By: dubious4576@yahoo.com

When I was young, i beleive I was 5, we just moved
into our new (and still current) house. It was all
nice and fine for a couple weeks until I started to
hear noises late at night. It started with me hearing
the downstairs T.V. on even though everyone was
already upstairs and fast asleep. I would check by
looking down my stairs to see if there was any light
coming from my television. When I did there was no
light and the noise stoped. Then noises like
something was running up and down my stairs started to
occur. My room is right next to the staircase and
from my bed i am able to see the top of the staircase.
Even though I heard the sounds I never saw anything
come to the top and go back down. Only heard it.
Then it started to really trouble me. One night as i
was lieing in my bed, I heard the panting of a dog and
the scratching of its feet on the downstairs tile. It
sounded if it was coming upstairs. I listend to the
sound of it coming up the stairs but never saw
snything. Then that same night the nightmares began.
Every night I heard these sounds of the dog I would
have a nightmare where I was somewhere. Not always the
same place, But there would be a black dog. This dog
would be some distance from me walking by then stop.
It would turn to look at me and its eye were a blood
red. At that instant the dog would charge me and
knock me over and rip out my throat. But these
nighmares only happend when I heard this dog roaming
my house and this was not every night. But then all
it once it seemed to stop. We got a new puppy and
after we did that this deamon dog never returned. I
never heard the T.V. on, I never heard things running
up and down my stairs, and i never heard or dreamed of
that dog agian. I havn't told anybody of this because
I was in no danger. But if this ever starts up agian,
I want to face this evil dog that was tormenting me in person.

About Reeds Furnace in Pennslyvaina

By: ChuckysGal1975@aol.com

"It's about 10 mins from the town I live in - Grove City, PA. I've been there a few times (Reed's Furnace that is) and strange things have happened. As you turn onto the rocky path/road that says "No winter maintenance," you will find yourself going along a LONG bumpy path until all of a sudden you don't see any houses or fields and you are driving down this narrow rocky hill with cliffs that are literally 200 feet high on both sides of you! Everything becomes VERY still...you will notice that not one leaf is moving on any of the trees and it's considerably darker! When you finally reach the unofficial location that they call "Reed's Furnace," you will find yourself going between 2 hills that lead up to paths where rail road tracks used to run. Over these 2 hills lied a bridge which has long been gone. After you pass this location where the bridge used to be if you go about 10yds you will find a parking lot, sort of, with rocks along the front so that you don't drive into the creek just ahead. This parking lot was put in for the hunters that have tree stands back there. Once you get to the parking lot you will notice a trail going back that starts on the right side of the lot...don't bother going back here for it only goes back to an old bridge with detereorating wood that you would probably fall through if you attempted to walk across it. Instead, you want to walk across the creek and try to find Reed's auctual furnace which I have NEVER found...believe me...I have looked EVERYWHERE for the remains for they say that the bones of the children - not dogs or employees - that he used to rape and then burn still remain, as well as his spirit. Going back to the bridge that used to be there...a little girl was hit by a train that was running from Reed on the bridge. I have seen her multiple times. One time as I was leaving I looked up the right hill path and saw her standing on a mound of dirt. Another time as I was driving away I saw her sitting where the bridge would have been with her feet dangling over. She looks to be about 10 to 12 years of age and she is wearing a white/pink colored dress. As for Reed...well...if you ever find him or his furnace I'd be dying to know what happened or what you saw. Seeing the little girl is an experience in it's own."

A Boy Ghost on a Bike

By: ClydeNowlin123@aol.com

i worked at this pickle plant in texarkana and it was by a huge cemetary very old by the name of rose hill, well one night going to work i was driving by the cemetary and i saw this little boy riding his bike out in the street, a co worker was riding with me wewll i said its funny that my car lights shine right through him, then it dawned on us that we were seeing a ghost, well that little boy he just went strait through the cemetarys chain link fence and dissappeared into the graveyard, well as i was curious i went back on a sunday to see where he went and i found his grave my son was with me also, his name was garner and he was born in 49 and died in 59 making him 10 years old, well the next day we went to see it again but there was no grave there and no headstone, why, i figured he did not want to be bothered by people i swear this to be a true storey

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