More Rowdy Spirits

By: amberaxon@yahoo.com
 

The ghosts in my house have taken to talking. Just the other night, I awoke with the strange feeling someone had been talking and that's what woke me up. You've all had that experience. My mind was telling me that it was true, someone had been talking to me. Alone at night, I can hear people whispering to each other. There is definitely more than one voice. Which scares me, for it leads me to believe that there is more than one ghost. I'm wiccan, and we wiccans believe heavily in a spirit world, but we believe that the spirits are nothing to fear. But tell that to my friend. He has always been able to sense and see spirits, a gift he does not consider a gift. I don't think the boy has had a good night's sleep in a long time. One night he was walking past my house when he saw a woman dressed in white, standing on my front porch. He called out, thinking it might be my mom or at least a relative. He almost ran when the woman turned to face him. She stared back at him with what he described as red eyes. As if that wasn't enough for him, he just had to tempt fate and he walked past the front porch toward my back gate. He told me he looked in my back yard and saw at least three more ghosts wandering, with a forth leaning against my pool. I heard someone frantically knocking at my back door. When I let him in, I saw a long scrap on his left arm. I asked him what happened, and all he could say was "it was the lady on the front porch"  I looked out and saw nothing there. By the time I came back to the kitchen, he had calmed down enough to tell me all that he saw.
The ghosts also seem to have a playful side, and I often see my kitten playing with them. You can see her chasing something that isn't there at least once a day. As soon as she gets it under my bed, she will come racing out, butt tucked under, running away from whatever she was chasing.
Now, I'm not christian, nor do I believe in the christian notions of god or satan. I have tried several times to expel the spirits myself, but to no avail. It only seems to make them more active. But perhaps it's time for me to suck it up, and call in a priest!

Touchy Objects

By: tbird_1981@hotmail.com

Touch lamps are supposed to be activated by the warmth of a human touch...but when no one is in the room and they go on, something else must've touched it.  On numerous occasions, with a locked door, I'd return to find my lamp on.
And there were other times when the calendar that I hanging on a hook would fall down all by its self.  This was not just the wind, or a figment of my imagination, as my mother was also witness to the calendar somehow lifting it's self off the hook and falling to the floor.  Seeing as tho it was hung right by my closet door, it was almost as if someone's hand from behind my closet door was lifting the calendar off it's hook.

By: SEvelia51@cs.com
 

As a wedding gift in November 1980, we received a house from my husbands
parents.  The house was located in Humacao, Puerto Rico.  It was a standard three
bedroom cement house on about a quarter acre of land.  The house had belonged
to my husband's paternal grandmother.  It was furnished with lovely antique
furniture.
The master bedroom was too small for our needs so we doubled the size of it
and added on a master bathroom.  Before I moved to the house I knew that my
husband's uncle had died in the back yard of the house.  He had major heart
surgery.  And had been recuperating at home.  According to my husband he was very
stubborn and bored from over a month of total bed rest.  So when his sister who
was a nurse  left to do some shopping, he got out of bed and went into the
back yard to do some gardening.  Which is where she found him dead about three
hours later.  He died of internal bleeding from the surgery.  Since the house
originally belonged to the grandmother and the uncle had died with no direct
heir, the house had not been lived in for about four years until the estate was
settled.  We were actually the first people to live in the house after his
death.
I thought is was kind of a tragic story but thought nothing of it.  Part of
the remodeling of the house was all new plumbing and a new electrical system to
accommodate all the new electrical stuff most modern households have.  Among
the things we changed were the light switches from the old fashion click kind
to the new silent ones.
We had been living in the house about two months when it happened.  I woke up
to the slam of the screen door in the kitchen.  I looked at the digital clock
which read 11:30 P.M.  At first I thought it might be a robber, but we had
iron gates on all the windows and chains on the front iron gate door to the car
port.  Which is where this person was coming in from.  I was sure I would have
heard something before this, if it was a break-in, unless the person had a
key.  I though maybe my father in law had an argument with his wife and came to
sleep in our guest room.
Anyway, this is what I heard.  The screen door in the kitchen slammed shut.
I heard the click of the light switch in the kitchen.  I heard that switch
click off and than the hall switch click on.  I heard footsteps down the hall
into the original bathroom that was half way down the hall to our bedroom.  Than
I heard the click of the bathroom light and the water turned on in the sink.
The person did not apparently bother to close the bathroom door.  Than I heard
the water turned off and the bathroom light was clicked off and footsteps
toward our door and a click as the hall light was turned off.  Here is where I
realized this was not my father in law.  When he turned of the hall light I
suddenly realized there was no light coming in under our bedroom door.  I
remembered that our light switches didn't make the clicking sound anymore. The
doorknob to our bedroom turned the door opened and the click of the light being
turned on except the light didn't turn on.  There was a full moon so I could see
clearly and there was nothing to see.  The footsteps went toward the original
closet, the hangers started rattling, than the footsteps came toward the bed and
"He" sat down on the edge of the bed, I saw the indentation on the bed ON MY
SIDE.  I heard shoes being taken of, I heard  "him" get up and put the shoes
in the closet, he came back to the bed and sat down again.  I saw the
indentation in the mattress.  And that was enough for me, before this thing climbed
into bed with me, I climbed over my husband to the other side of the bed and
turned on the bedside lamp.  This is when my husband woke up.  To see me standing
next to him with my eyes glued to the other side of the bed.  Where I had
clearly seen the indentation of a body lying on the bed next to him until I turned
on the light.  Than nothing.  He said what's the matter you look like a
ghost.  I said still staring at the other side of the bed, "I think your uncle just
came home."   At this he turned pale and jumped out of bed to stand next to
me, and said, "What do you mean?"  I explained to him what I described above.
At this point we both decided that perhaps we had not picked the best
location for the bed and that it would be better off located against the wall of the
new part of the bedroom.  So we dismantled our king-size bed, and put it back
together against the wall of the new part of the bedroom.  Neither of us slept
very well the rest of that night even though nothing else happened.  That
night.
After that occasionally either he or I would hear the clicking and the
footsteps etc.  But at least he didn't sit or lie down on our bed anymore.  That is
my ghost story.

It all Started

By:sloppypelican@yahoo.com

I guess it all started when I was in the 4th grade.  We had bought a rest/bar on Rt. 7  it sat on approx. 4-5 acres.  The basement of this bar had rooms that were all different heights, and they had dirt floors.  I never felt very comfortable there.(We had built a condo above the rest. and lived there until I was 16)  One day my cousin came over and we were bored we had no idea what to get into, so we decided to go dig in the basement to see if we could find anything interesting.  The 2 of us each took a stick and started digging in opposite directions.  All of a sudden we heard this high pitch woman scream.  We looked at each other didn't say a word, and took off running upstairs to the bar.  We went up to our barmaid and asked if she heard anything she said no but the t.v. turned off by itself.  A few months went by and the phone in the bar would just fly off the wall by itself.  Then my father was down in the basement one day and there was this one room he was trying to get into he had to crawl on the dirt to get in, and once he was in there he found a pair of shackles.  The rumor is this rest. was built where they used to have an underground railroad for slaves.  A few years later my dad decided to subdivide and build us a house on this property.  He had done construction all his life.  So as they layed the foundation they had to let it sit overnight, the next day the foundation had collapsed for no reason at all.  No one had an explanation for it.  They encountered many problems building that house.  Once it was completed I was 16 and we moved in.  The first week in there I would sit in my bedroom petrified to leave the room because I would see a shadow peek around the corner and no one else was home.  One night m ex-husband was there and he woke me up in the middle of the night to every appliance in the kitchen going off, the cabinets were opening and shutting, so we got up to see what exactly was happening and as we turned the corner to walk in the kitchen it stopped and everything was in it's place.  My mom was on the other side of the house and we would hear things in the middle of the night being picked up and thrown across the basement floor.   But one ofthe scariest things that ever happened to me was I was sleeping and in my dream I was looking out our front bay window and I saw this smoke and it was actually a spirit, and it jumped into my body.  I saw my mother walk by and tried to scream and couldn't say anything.  I tried to wake myself up from this dream and couldn't  finally after what seemed like an eternity I woke up and called my mother(we had 2 seperate phone numbers inside the house)and made her come sleep in my room because I was to scared.  I had some other strange things happen but these were the scariest.

Bedroom Haunting

By: tbird_1981@hotmail.com

It was late one night, I was lying in my bed trying to sleep, when I looked over towards the corner of my room.  There in the corner was a small black figure just standing there.
I closed my eyes and tried to tell myself that nothing was there.  When I opened my eyes again, the figure was kneeling right beside my bed looking at me with glowing red eyes.  I turned over quickly and closed my eyes again.
When I looked back it was gone, and I have never seen it again nor do I ever want to see it again!
 
 

By: SEvelia51@cs.com
 

In 1955 my mother was basically forced by my doctor to take me to Puerto Rico
to live for one year because of my poor health.  He told my parents that if I
passed one more winter in NYC I would probably die.
I went to live with my mother in Las Piedras, Puerto Rico at my Cousin's
House Fining (not her real name).  Generally it was wonderful, it was the first
year in my life that I could remember where I didn't get asthma. Fining was one
of the nicest people you ever want to meet.   Fining was in the process of
converting her wooden house into a cement house and due to this did not yet have
indoor plumbing, which meant she had an Out House.  This was my big problem,
the Out House, I hated the Out House, it was smelly, full of bugs, and worst
yet had no electricity.  As luck would have it I got sick to my stomach and had
dysentery.  Requiring many trips to the Out House, with an oil lamp in hand.
It was late at night, everyone was asleep and I was once again for what
seemed the  hundredth time back in the Out House.  Let me describe it.  It was
basically nine sheets of tin.  Two on each side nailed onto wooden beams that made
a frame. One piece of tin serving as a door on hinges with a slide lock and a
piece of tin also served as a roof.  With a hole in the ground, some cement
blocks on top of a cement floor approximately the height of a normal toilet
with a toilet seat on top. The light from the oil lamp was dim, leaving many
corners in the Out House dark.  Being a child of six, I could imagine spiders and
water-bugs and such hiding in the dark corners waiting for the light to go out
so they could eat me.  To say I was nervous was putting it mildly.  I was
being brave about it, and I refused to use a chamber pot like a baby.  I got sick
if I had to clean it and I didn't want my mother to have to deal with the
mess either.  So there I sat listening to all the night bugs.  In a healthy
tropical environment there are lots of creepy crawlies.  Bugs, lizards, worms,
frogs and spiders.
Suddenly there was complete silence.  My first thought was what in the world
happened to the bugs.  Than to my right seemingly far away, I heard step-drag
and the rattling of chains.  I thought how weird, it sound like someone is
dragging something with chains on it or that...something...is attached to ...
their leg.  Oh no!
It's a convict.  I had seen a movie where these men were dressed in these
black and white strip pajama things and they had a ball and chain attached to
there leg so they couldn't run away.  I remembered thinking when I saw the movie
that they must have been really evil men to deserve such horrible treatment.
At this point I decided it was time to scream for my Mom.  But I couldn't I
was frozen in place, I couldn't move anything and my voice seemed to have
disappeared as well.  I kept screaming Mom, Mom in my mind but my mouth didn't even
open.  As the convict got closer step-drag, I was overcome with feelings of
anguish and extreme terror.  My body began to shake uncontrollably and sweat
poured down my body along with tears from my eyes.  But I couldn't get my stupid
body to move.  The convict was now right outside the door of the Out House and
I heard a soft sob. Than another along with heavy labored breathing.  The
convict was crying and apparently exhausted from the sound of his breathing.
Then I felt a wave of overpowering sadness and despair.  The convict kept going
of to my left step-drag.  The sound continued fading away to my left until it
seemed like he was very far away.  Suddenly all the normal night noises
returned along with my ability to move and best of all scream.  And scream I did,
over and over again until I heard my mothers voice outside the Out House door.  I
opened the door and jumped into my mothers arms hysterically crying.   Mom
did you hear him? Did you see him?  My mother was trying to calm me down, I
didn't normally become hysterical over nothing.  My mother said, See who, hear
who?   The convict with the ball and chain.  My mother said, Who had a ball and
chain?  I said the convict he was here right outside the Out House in our back
yard he was crying didn't you hear him?   I neglected to mention that my
screaming woke up the whole neighborhood and everyone was crowding around my mother
and me trying to figure out who was trying to kill me considering how
distraught I was.  When our next door neighbor hearing me, said, "Oh you heard our
neighborhood ghost.  What a privilege." I thought, "Privilege?   Ghost, did he
say ghost? Is he crazy?"  I was scared enough when I thought it was a living
breathing human being never mind a ghost.  I was definitely never going in this
back yard again at night.
Than he told this story.  When Puerto Rico was under the  Spanish Government.
 They built the railroad.  But they didn't have enough laborers.  So they
used prisoners.  They put balls and chains on them so they couldn't get away and
if they tried they could easily track them down and shoot them as an example
to the rest. Despite this many still tried to escape, because it was either
escape or die because of the harsh treatment they received.  The people in the
neighborhood who had been "privileged" to see or hear him believed this man did
not know he was dead, and was still trying to get home to his family.  When he
said this I suddenly understood all the feelings I got.  The sadness,
despair, anguish and overpowering terror, were not really mine but his and he had
somehow communicated them to me.  I think he most have finally found his way
home, because no one has heard him in years.

Menger Hotel Haunting

By: jedmonds@dhmtlaw.com
 

I just wanted to let you all know of an experience I had while staying in
The Menger Hotel in San Antonio, Texas in July of 2002.
I was staying at the hotel for a court reporter's convention.  I had just
arrived at the hotel during a late afternoon and my friend came down to meet
me in an area close to the parking garage.  As were were about to enter the
hotel lobby from a long hallway entrance, I saw a man approaching us coming
from the oppositie direction-so that we would have to pass by him, face to
face.  He had caught my eye from a distance because of the way he was
walking--almost unaware of his surroundings but also walking as if he might
have been a manager of some type.  That is the feeling I got from his walk.
I could see that he was a very tall man as he approached.  He wore a dark
suit and had red hair with spectacle glasses on and an old-fashined "curly"
mustache.  As he approached, I became a little scared but decided that as we
passed each other I would just look up into his eyes.  When we passed each
other, he did look at me, very slowly turning his head and gave a slow nod
and faint smile.  I asked my friend who also saw him if she had gotten a
weird feeling when wehad passed him and she agreed that she had.
I asked the front desk agent a little later--non-chalantly-- if a "costume
party" or reneactment of some sort had taken place that day in the area and
if they had a manger that fit the man's description.  I received a
resounding no to all of my questions. I did not want to tell them that I
thougt I had seena ghost as I knew that the hotel is kown for sightings-but
I was not going to acknowledge anything of the sort.
My friend and I were staying on the historic side of the hotel.  Our room
remained FREEZING for all of the nights we spent at the hotel and we could
not adjust the temperature.  I had brought a wicker basket of fruit and
snacks for us to nibble on and had set it on the bureau in our room.  Early
in the morning I was awoken by the sound of the wicker basket being moved or
trying to be picked up.  The sharp sound of the wicker weaving is what I
heard.  I would not look over at the basket.  I did note that my friend was
in bed asleep and could not have moved the basket.  I remember exiting the
hotel doors, which are plated with brass and are very heavy and they started
moving to open seconds before I put my hands on them, but I know they moved!
Then, I came back to my room and took a shirt off and placed it on the
doorknob of the bathroom.  When I got back to the room from having gone
swimming, my shirt had been moved to the edge of my bed and I we had already
had maid service that day and did not require anything new from housekeeping
and my friend had not been back to the hotel room.  Then, that night, I was
on my way down to the lobby desk to find out about check out time for the
next day.  I decided to take the stairs instead of the elevator.  As I
looked over the mezzanine to the other side, there was nobody there.  Then
in a matter of seconds I looked again and there was the SAME man I had seen
the previous day, standing on the edge of the railing, immediately catching
my eye with his stare and smile, and lifted his eyebrows up at me as if he
was flirting!  I remember feeling scared and at the same time dissappointed
because I had liked him better when I had passed him by in the hallway the
previous day and he had just given me a nod!  It was the same person I had
seen the day before with the same suit on and same glasses, and same
mustache!
 

By: charleysangel90@hotmail.com

I read your stories and I thought about my own.
When I was about two years old, just four years after we had built our house, I saw a transparent womanly figure in a long black dress in our dining room.  I told my mom and she thought I was making it up.  A little while later, I saw a man with a cane outside in our backyard.  I again told my mom and she thought nothing of it.  My mother worked at a real estate agency, and one day a psychic came in.  The first thing she told my mother was, “You have two spirits in your house, one is a man with a can and the other is a woman in a long black dress.  Don’t worry, they won’t hurt you.  They are just here to watch over the house.  My mother had never told anyone about my sightings because she, as I have said before, didn’t believe me.  The sightings stopped until just recently.  About a year ago I was in my room, and I had just cut my lights off and was about to get in the bed.  When I laid down, I saw a glowing pale white figure standing in the corner of my room.  I recognized the woman and she smiled at me.  I just went to sleep, too terrified to move.  About six months after that I was outside, because my mother had upset me.  I sat down on a fallen log and was crying.  I felt a cold sensation run through my right arm.  I turned and I saw the man sitting beside me.  I ran back in the house.  This has been the last of the sightings.
I have not shared my experiences with anyone else.  I did not believe anyone could help me.  I am scared I will see these sightings again, and I do not know what they want.  All I know about the land my house is built on that it used to be a school that was torn down in the 1800s.

Broadripple Bridge Farm, Logansport, IN

By:  jjmaccrimmon@yahoo.com

In the early 90's my (ex) wife and I rented a turn of the last century (1900) farmhouse at the NE edge of the town of Logansport.  I was assigned at what was then Grissom AFB, the place was a short drive to work.  Little did we realize that the house and the surrounding property (10 acres) was already inhabited so to speak.  The property has three very active and mostly friendly spirts.  There's an older woman, and elderly man and a young (5-8 year old child).  To explain...
 One morning, we rushed out of the house to make an appointment in Kokomo.  In our haste, we left some plates and silverware out to dry on the kitch counter.  Additionally we'd left the bread undone, but folded the end under the package.  When we returned that evening, we found the bread wrapped, tied and put away.  Additionally the dishes were put away.  Like I said, friendly.
 Another evening, we were watching TV in the living room, with our wolf-dog laying nearby.  Aburptly, his head popped up, hackles raised and a low growl rumbled from his throat.  We looked to see if there was a squirrel or small animal in the darkened dinning room.  To our eyes, the room was empty, but he intently watched something move across the room heading towards our berdroom.  After a minute or so, he calmed down, but this scene repeated itself several times while we lived there.
 The basement of the house was "home" to the child.  This spirit stayed close to the stairs and particularly enjoyed hiding tools.  Frequently the tools would reappear stacked neatly at the entry to a small pump room at the foot of the stairs.
 Lastly the property included a large barn.  It's residents included an emnormous groundhog and the elderly man's ghost.  While cleaning out the barn of many years of accumulated debris, muttering and an occasionally comment/compliment could be heard.  Unless the groundhog learned to speak, I think I was recieving encouragement in my endevors.
 Sadly we moved out of the house when housing became available on base.  My wife was expecting and the one and 1/2 bedroom farmhouse was going to be too small for our needs.  According to the USGS aerial map (1998) of the area, the house and property near the Broadripple Bridge (CR 450) is still there.
 

Never saw a Ghost in Salem, Massachusetts

By:  Anonymous

i was born and raised in Salem , Ma. I have never seen a ghost and even though i'm Psychic i don't really believe in most ghost stories and i'm pretty much a skeptic..but as a child i had a very strang experience in gallows hill park..which i believe is the real gallows hill though i am not sure...
Anyway...
I was about 10 years old...my friend who was REAL weird and i'd say evil,...claimed to be a witch, or to speak to the dead etc... shewas my age as well....but of course i never really believed her...thought found it interesting..Anyway one day at the park...we were out in the feild running around...and She said something about doing a spell or something spiritual...
I went along with anything as i never really believed it.. Well...as we were playing and running around....I looked behind me..and there were 3 unleashed dogs running full speed towards me..coming from the grassy feild....they were snarling and i was SO scared oviously that i would get bit etc i took off running like hell.....my friend didn't run and yelled what's wrong i kept yelling DOGS DOGS......RUN..but she didn't after i ran pretty fat and noticed she didn't run all would be safe i looked around and there were absolutly NO dogs around at all....I have NEVER imagined or seen anything that wasn't there in my life...So she caught up with me..and i told her..i seen the 3 dogs running for me...and she said ''oh no the spirits must be mad, now they're going to make a tornado'' i was like what?!!!!?????? it was a super calm day no wind at all..and ALL of a sudden it started to get windy..then it got SO windy SOOOOO incredibly windy (of course we don't have tornados in this area) that it was blowing the sand around from the baseball area and everyone started running to their cars etc...We ran like hell away from the place it was SO windy i actually thought there was going to be a tornado and this was a sudden thing......now that i look back at it...i sorta seen it as a warning from the spirits or from god or whatever it out there..to stay away from evil people..i don't believe the spirits were bad at all..i see it as them trying to scare me away from her or bad people .....as they never hurt me...

GROUND HOG ROAD, CARROLLTON, MO

By: Anonymous

MY AUNT USED TO LIVE IN THIS HOUSE AND IS AN AMATUER GHOST HUNTER. WHILE LIVING IN THE HOUSE SHE TOOK NUMEROUS PICTURES WHICH WHEN DEVELOPES ALWAYS HAD MANY ORBS IN THEM. IT IS ALSO SAID THAT DISHES WOULD FLY OUT OF THE CABINET ACROSS THE KITCHEN. SOMETIMES THE FRONT DOOR WOULD SLAM BEHIND YOU AND YOU COULDN'T GET IT OPEN NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU TRIED. I HAVE ALSO HEARD THAT UPON ENTERING THE PROPERTY SOME PEOPLE HAVE REPORTED LOSS OF BREATH THE CLOSER THEY GET TO THE HOUSE. SOMETIMES PEOPLE WILL GET THE PRESENCE TO GO UPSTAIRS TO THE LEFT WINDOW. ONE FRIEND WAS EVEN CAUGHT GETTING READY TO JUMP OUT OF IT AS IF IN A TRANCE, IT IS THOUGHT TO BE POSSESSED. DON'T TRY TO GO ALONE IT IS BEST TO GO IN GROUPS.YOU NEED TO BE CAREFUL ALSO NOT TO LET THE FARMERS SEE YOU. IT WOULD BE WISE TO PARK ON THE GRAVEL ROAD AND JUMP THE FENCE. THERE IS A GATE BLOCKING THE ENTRY. SOME PEOPLE HAVE REPORTED SEEING A CLEAR MIST MOVE ACROSS THE ROAD.
 

By:  bewtched@musclecarenterprises.com

Our house was one of the very first dwellings in the Town of Smyrna.  Built in 1792, it still stands strong to this day.  The Stokesbury's have held occupancy for well over 150 years.  The first Stokesbury couple to move in were William A. Stokesbury and Sofia
Barnes-Stokesbury.  Sofia passed from an illness in the upstairs front bedroom and we can still catch a glimpse of her walking the hall from her room to the back of the home.  Also, we've heard her walking up the stairs (which are distinct in sound being hard wood!)in the wee hours of the night.  Lights are turned on in rooms when no one is in there, doors open or shut on their own as well as door handles being turned when the door is locked, knocking can be heard in the dining room (this is recent), cold spots are frequent in the home (we have no window a/c or central air), orbs are just about an everyday item.
 The house originally a Plantation home and the Stokesbury's owned much of the sorrounding land which is now the heart of town.  The slaves quarters were back on the hill where St. Polycarp's church now stands.  The old bell in the driveway was rung at mealtime to call the workers from the fields up to the main house to eat.  In the backyard and also in the detatched garage there has been the dark figure of a tall thin man seen and felf.  Many times at night if you walk in the yard or into the garage (the "shop"  as we call it) you have the feeling of someone watching you.  I have seen the man as well as Sofia several times and they're not harmful whatsoever, but they do sometimes startle you when it's dark.
 

By:  Speedman839@aol.com

the house is on Osbourne road which is named after the family that died there, the story of the house is described in a movie and book called "the burning bed" five of us traveled down the road until we found the house on the west side of the road, the house had burnt down a number of years ago but still stands. we walked in the front door at 3:30 am, and explored the little house, to the left in the kitchen there was fridge, opened, with what appeared like ice in the freezer but we didnt touch it, there is a trap door that leads to a completely unfinished basement, the stairs are broken so you can not enter there, the floor to the back room is completely burned and can not be walked on, there is a room to the back left side of the house that has no door to it, you can look through holes in the wall and see beds turned over, you occasionaly hear a light yell or squeel but, I took a shoe from the kitchen that i still have to this day, after i put the !little shoe in my pocket My friend and I Doug heard dragging foot steps, and the ree that stayed in the car said they saw light on the northern side of the house, but there were no windows there so it couldnt have been the flashlight, we are going back again soon with camaras and video recorders to get more documentation,there are no tresspassing signs, and we were in the house for almost an hour and no cops or anything showed up so i assume it is ok to explore the house.

Belvidere Theater

By:  mike420mayhem@yahoo.com

This place is something else! I'm 36 years old and have always enjoyed ghost stories, but this pretty much convinced me that we're not alone.  The town locals had mentioned that it was ironic we were filming a ghost DVD thriller in the Belvidere Theater due to the haunt legends, but none of us really thought much about it.
 Anyway, I was an actor for the Denver based film and theater company called Papercat Multi-Media 2 years ago.  We were filming a movie in the Belvidere called "The Monument" in Sept. 2002.  Me, along with approximately a dozen or more other people saw, VERY VIVIDLY several bright, floating orbs over the inside balcony on at least two occasions.  They appeared to move in patterns of sorts. The 'orbs' or 'balls' looked about the size of light bulbs and were only apparent in the film monitor, not to the naked eye. They appeared above one of the producers heads as he was standing in the camera sight in the balcony the day they were captured on film. As far as I know, the director kept this footage and is planning on including it in the final edit of the movie.
 Other instances included moving chairs, DRAMATIC drops in temperature, feelings of not being alone and slamming doors.  On one occasion, the local sheriff was summoned due to a stage door violently slamming shut (we thought there was an intruder in the theater).
 Anyway, it's all true and I've got scores of witnesses to back it all up.  I just figured we should tell our story, because it doesn't look like that flick is going to be released anytime soon.
 You can see the theater if you go to Google and look up [Paper Cat Denver The Monument]  I don't recollect the exact web site, though.

By:  Courtney.E@att.net

I am an alumni of UT.  I spent many a day and night in these 3 buildings, plus others on campus that are just as haunted.  We'll start with the University of Tampa:
  -The second floor is NOT blocked off.  All 5 floors are still in use.  The first 4 are classrooms and offices and the 5th is all offices.  The servants quarters located on the North side of the building are used for the sciences, as labs, classrooms and offices (being a science major, I spent many a day and night there).  I have seen apparitions in windows, heard names being called and footsteps in the hallways, though I'm the only one around.  While in lab, I have heard people talking in the hallways, though it's after hours and no students were around.
Supposedly, on the 5th floor, someone hung themselves.  I hated to go up there and avoided it if I could, because I didn't like the feeling I had and because the ceiling is only 7ft tall.  Most students and teachers have had some experiences, especially during the quiet hours of campus, after 6pm.  I've only had e encounter with an unfriendly ghost, most just want to be known.  The history of the building is that it was!  the Tampa Hotel at the turn of the century (built by Henry B. Plant, the same gentleman who built the Biltmore.  He was a railroad tycoon, in competition to build a railway throughout Fla--he got down to the Keys and actually built a few of the bridges there).  Many famous dignitaries stayed there, including T Roosevelt, the Queen of England and Prince of Wales.  It was quite the resort.  During the Spanish-American War, it was also used, partially as an infirmary.  The building remains mainly as it looked at the turn of the century, and while I was there, a boarded up bathroom was found in an english classroom by a student because he leaned back too far.  The bathroom had all original fixtures.
Unfortunately, the minarets are only opened for Homecoming Weekend, however, the view is gorgeous.
The library:
    -The Macdonald-Kelce Library was supposedly originally built as a barn for the Tampa Hotel.  Though the barn was torn down and the library built in its place.  While T Roosevelt stayed there on his way to San Juan Hill, his horses were housed there.  You can hear horse hooves on the cobblestone streets, and stable sounds coming from the area.
Falk Theater:
   -Falk (not Frank) Theater is home to a female ghost, who hung herself from the third floor (not abandoned because of structural issues), right over center stage on a catwalk.  She did so because she caught her lover with someone else.  All leading ladies are forbidden to wear red (and the school takes this seriously... in my 4 years there, and at least 8 productions later, no leading lady has worn red).  I couldn't stay in back center stage too long.  I would move to a side, while being backstage crew, because I thought something would drop on me (I was told the story AFTER I worked there for a semester).  Supposedly, the woman the ghost caught wore red, and some past leading ladies have gotten things dropped on them or near them if they are in red.
 There's the story for an alum.

Pilots Knob - Marion, Ky.

By:  jake@streetblast.com

Description of Haunting: After reading your website (and obviously not listening to the disclaimer - but being curtious) - my roommate and I decided to take a four hour drive from Louisville, Ky. to Marion, Ky. to visit Pilot's Knob.
 After reading about the "little girl" who was buried in rock, and was surrounded by crosses - both my roommate and myself grew curious to see if we could actually find such a location.
 Our story begins here.....
 As we approached the town of Marion (Taking Western Kentucky Parkway to the Marion exit) - we ventured down US-62 until we came to a quaint Mom & Pop type of BP Gas station.  Inside, we found three very anxious young adults working behind the counter.
 I had a book with directions from MapQuest inside, and I began to ask (verify actually) the roads with the attendants.  A young woman spoke up and said "your going to Pilot's Knob?"  I gave her a glance, and then smiled.
 She immediately grew very pale and said "I never go there, noone does - there is a lot of stuff that goes on up there."
 I asked, "Is it safe?"  She didn't answer, but she said that there was a lot of "wise tales" about that place, and since there was just a cemetary up there - she went once and never ever again.
 A friend of hers came from around the counter, and as if we were in a Scooby-Doo cartoon said "you both need to turn around and not go into that cemetary."
 I chucked inside myself, took my directions that I was given from one of the young men who worked there... and we went on to find Pilot's Knob.
 Venturing down the road (62) isn't that big of a deal, because it turns into Main St, and kinda vears around a weird turn (we went straight) to get onto Old Fords Ferry Road.  Interesting to note, most of the townfolk of this area had the last name of Ford, so it was natural that Fords Ferry would contain "Pilot's Knob," which also contained "Fords" deceased.
 Passing cows, stray dogs, cats, and lots of people walking and on bikes - we found a road on our right that had a sign "Pilot's Knob Cem Rd."  We turned right, and made our way down the modest gravel road that leads you up into a hillside that almost swallows you with trees.  The atmosphere is very "strong" in this drive up the hill, the whole area darkens from the thick cover of trees - the area is quiet, calm.... almost too quiet.  You round a corner, and run directly into a large wooden cross with reflectors on it and a wire that stretches across the front of an old cemetary that seems to be flagged with red flags that read "Do Not Enter."
 Another truck was there when we arrived, and since me and my roommate purchased two digital cameras for this trip, we decided we were not going to let other visitors spoil our time.  I got out, and so did my roommate and we crossed over the wire.  An elderly man and woman stood looking at a grave and talking with each other, I smiled and waved.... it's such a quiet lonely spot, I felt if I didn't wave - it would be rude.
 They kept staring at us, and finally I said "I'm from Louisville, it's a beautiful day, and we thought we would visit Marion."  The old lady smiled, and then I made the mistake of saying "We read about this cemetary on the Internet, and wanted to come check it out."
 Now, understand I did not say "we are here to see the witch kid and the Watcher ghost."  Nor did I say "we are here to do large amounts of herion and worship the Devil."  I just said "we read about this place on the internet, and wanted to come check it out."
 The old man grabbed the woman by her arm violently, and said "no, you can't.... they wouldn't understand."  She was about to say something to us, tell us something... but the old man she was with would not let her.
 They both walked back to their truck, and drove off.  It was the most bizarre behavior I had ever witnessed, and again - I felt as if I was in a Scooby Doo episode.
 Remember, up until this point the townspeople were almost "scared to talk about the place," and then the old woman was held back from telling us something.  A big weird town if you ask me.
 It gets much weirder..... as we strolled around the cemetary, indeed there is a grave with a big iron crossed fence, and it is covered (I should say lined) with gravel.  It is framed (the gravel) in a vault-like container that goes into the ground [legend says that she is at the bottom in a steel lined grave covered in rock] - and in the rock were several small footprints like "pacing" back and forth.
 Now, I am a skeptical guy - and yes, I know people get freaky and try to set stuff up - but there were actual little feet prints in the gravel rock.  Not to mention you can see that the iron bars are pulled from the inside in a few places, and those bars are so very strong..... supernatural strength could only mis-shape those!
 It was getting later, and my roommate and I had to use the restroom.  We decided to leave and come back when it was dark.  Bad move.  First of all, that cemetary road looks mighty freakin creepy in the dark (it's still creepy in the light, btw) and further - it's not the most fun to navigate when your on edge a bit.
 Yes, I was on edge.  The town seemed to vanish at night, and further - noone was brave enough to talk about this spot we were visiting.  No kids were driving by the place, no vandals, no beer bottles, no pizza boxes.  This location was kept clean and vandal free - and there was no security guard.  So, what was it?  Indeed, either they have one hell of a security guard at night or - the town is just smarter than us city ghost chasing people.
 At any case, our car pulled up and around the winding curve and the darkened cemetary came into full view.  I was aware of the little girl who was a witch, and knew her grave location.  I was NOT aware of a "Watcher" at this time, so I was not looking for anything outside of the iron fence.  Wished I had been, because this "Watcher" thing was looking for us - BIG TIME.
 I had never seen a ghost, I still have never SEEN a ghost... but there was something there in that cemetary when we walked up to the iron fence.  There was a large crackling sound in the woods, non-animal like "you go there" voice and more crackling.  Our lights illuminated the area, but no teenagers or pranksters.  We turned to leave the area, only to
now be followed close behind by footsteps (loud thumping kind) and when we turned, there wasn't anything there.
 My roommate wanted to run, I told him to just stay calm and walk.  I kept thinking "show no fear, walk, keep calm" - inside I was terrified.
 Unfortunately we didn't stick around to see any little girl materialize, nor did we catch any images of this "Watcher" who we read about when we got home on your website.  I must have skipped the "Watcher" part, and/or it didn't sink in the first time before we left.
 Boy oh boy, I wished it had.
 There is something not right about Pilot's Knob, and whether town legend or past injustice has caused this - who knows?  The only truth I know is... we were followed by a "thing" that wasn't there.  This "thing" did not want us there, and he didn't want us anywhere near the little girl's grave.
 Pulling out of that cemetary roadway and onto a main highway was the best feeling in the world.  Im sticking to daylight from now on.....
 Pictures of this area are posted at:
http://www.calmsavers.com/Haunted Places/pilotsknob.htm

Old Caddo Indian Museum

By:  Vitebsk618578@aol.com

Hello, I am familiar with this place mentioned below. I was quite surprised to read about this place on your site. I would like to confirm all information.  The museum is located on Hardy
Street off of FM1845. (It is closed now for almost 15 years and is not open to the public) I have seen the little girl myself. Also, several residents on the street have seen this  ghost girl  walking threw the neighborhood at night but she mostly appears in front of the museum and inside the yard on they museum property behind the gate. Also, I would like to mention the fact that happened about 1 year ago on this same street. A young boy also committed suicide by hanging himself in a tree several houses down from the museum. Hardy Street is not a long street and there are only a few houses there. Most of the sightings of the  little ghost girl  happen in the yard and in the front of the gate outside of the museum. I have spoken with the neighbors there and also the owner of the Museum and house next door. He has confirmed there has been many unexplained things happenduring the years he has lived there. He has also confirmed as well as his friends and family members there have been many unexplained instances and (paranormal activity) within his home and on his property.
Several neighbors who live on that street also have a nickname for the little girl "Dorothy". She seems to be very playful and curious. Her age is approximately 13-15 years old.  Sometimes, you can see the little girl late at night standing on the street corner of FM1845 and Hardy Street. This  ghost girl  has been reported and seen for many years since 1942. Many people claim they can actually have feelings of "terror" or "anger" during the late night encounters walking down the street. They also say, they can hear and "feel" somebody walking behind them during nighttime walks.
 

Naval Center, Orlando, FL

By:  zykloniadark@hotmail.com

Recently a few friends and myself went to an
abandoned apartment complex that belonged to a portion of a naval
center.  While we were there, we drove around to the back side of one of the
complexes and entered a cul-de-sac which had a little "guard shack"
which had been toppled over.  Inside this shack there was a small light
emanating from inside, we hit the inside with our flash lights, but there
was nothing inside.  When we turned off our flashlights, the glow
returned.  After passing this guard shack, we were heading around the
cul-de-sac back tot he main road, we encountered an extreme evil energy,
which my entire body went cold and tingly and all my muscles tensed, my
friend who was behind me, said there was a blue glow over my head.  we
went through this area twice {on accident as we missed the turn the first
time} and on the second passing it was worse!! We then went back toward
the main road passing the backside of the apartments we were jus!
 t in front of, and I felt again the cold, tingling and tensing
feeling, only this time it was  accompanied by a feeling
f anger and rage {towards us} and incredible evil.  We took a picture
and quickly left.  Haven't gotten the pics developed yet, hoping to see
something of intrest.  Will tell you if more is discovered, and the
actual name of the location if I can find out what it is!
 

The Crown Hotel in Blandford forum England

By:  Anonymous

My husband and I were invited to a wedding in Dorset and stayed overnight in room 24 of The Crown Hotel.   It is an old coaching Inn.  I was told in advance the the hotel had one room that was known to be haunted but was not told which it was or where it was located. As someone who is very sensitive to such things, I requested that I be placed as far away from the room as possible and was assured this would happen.  Within fifteen minutes of being in the hotel I had identified the haunted room plus two other places, the stairs and the corridor outside our room. I later found out that I was absoloutely right about these places.
When we returned from the wedding at about 11pm I had no ideas about the other hauntings and was confident that I was far enough away from the spooky room to have an uninterrupted nights rest.  The room was very pleasant though there was a chair in one corner I was not happy about.  I was fine until the light was turned off. Soon the floorboards started to creak and we both heard heavy footsteps that come through  the door across to our bed underneath the place where our heads were resting.  Then they stopped.  The room became exceedingly hot, and I was filled with an overwhelming feeling of terror such as I have never experienced in my life before.  The foot steps were heavy enough to vibrate but not shake the bed however my husband felt neither the vibrations or the terror I was experienced.  This sequence happened on and off until about one thirty in the morning and the fear remained throughout.  At about half past one in the morning I suddenly became very calm though I still felt very uncomfortable in the room.  The heat remained until about 4am though the central heating was turned off because it was summer. I am used to seeing people who are dead, it frightens me but does not cause me to feel such intense terror. I did not see anything because I was too afraid to look and kept my eyes tightly shut.  I wonder has anybody else been affected in this way when staying at The Crown Hotel in Blandford forum?   The ability to see and hear things others don't runs through my mothers side of the family.  My youngest daughter has it, I have it,my mother had it, her mother had it and mothers great grandfather I am told was a famous victorian clairvoyant.

Bennington, KS House

By:  bonecollector_ks@hotmail.com
 
This house belong to my family for three generations.  It was an old farm house brought into town for the country.  After my grandmother passed away my mother bought the house and we moved to Bennington.
 I was 10-years-old at the time and didn’t believe much in ghost or anything close to that.  Well that change when I broke my leg and had fallen asleep in the front bedroom.  I woke up as the clock turn from 11:59 to 12.  I looked at the front window and there was a man standing there.  Ok someone might be looking in?  No the windows were so high that you would need to be on a ladder to look in and this guy was standing where I could see his whole body.  He then started to disappear from his head down.  Didn’t think much of it… tho ht it was pain killers.
 Until the next year I fell asleep in the front room and woke up in the middle of the night.  I started to pick up the blanket I had used looked up at the VCR to see it blink.  Okay our VCR was messed up it didn’t blink 12:00 like normal VCRs do it just stayed on.  I thought maybe it was our cat had walked in front of it, but then remember I had put them up for the night.  I stood up and turned around only to be stared down by the hazy simi glowing dark red eyes… ice ran through my veins.  I ran out of that room not turning back to check and see if it was still looking.
 I then mentioned something to my mother and step-father only to find out in August they had there own run in mid day.  They were sitting in our dinning room which my bedroom door is off of.  All the doors were shut to help keep the main part of the house cooler.  My step-father said he watched the door knob turn and the door open.  My mother describes the feeling like someone opened a freezer.  My step-father got up and closed the door. Only for it to reopen when he set down.  He said “Go away” and the door shut.  My step-father left the house refusing to ever go to the house again.
 We sold the house about nine years ago.  I still fear that house and hate driving by it whenever I go back to that town.

Mamie Thurman

By: cowgirl88kaye@yahoo.com

Hi, My name is Tim Mitchell,I use to work at Holden 22, I use to haul coal off the mountain where Mamie was supost to have been killed. One night in august i started through the gate on top of the mountain, coming off the hill to the truck dump, where i believe Mamie rode off the hill with me, to the bottom,. when i passed through the gate on top of the hill, I began to shake in a violent chill it felt like it was below 0, and my eyes watered so bad i could hardly see to drive. This lasted til i got to the foot of the mountain, then stopped as fast as it started. I told the guys on the strip job what happened and they said it was Mamie. It turns out that i live right across from where Mamie lived when she was living on Stratton St. in Logan WV, today.I have seen ghosts at holden 22 also, Among other places i have worked. I do believe in ghost, The house that i live in has a spirit in it also, I have seen and heard it.

By: minstrelofavalon@hotmail.com

Hello, I thought I'd share an experience that my girlfriend and I shared not
long after I moved into her life-long home with her. Apparently, over the
years, she's felt a presence in her house. Particularly in her dining room,
she feels rather uncomfortable in here so it's fallen into disuse. During
joyous occasions and holidays, she's sworn she's heard a child's
giggle/laughter. She'd always suspected it was the spirit of a sibling that
she would have had, except sadly, it was stillborn. I make no claims as to
having heard laughter or the like, but I too have felt that presence and
have made some interesting connections, which I'll explain next.
One night in the last couple of weeks, she and I were standing on the porch
stargazing and talking quietly. Behind us, in the family room, a few notes
of "Hark, the Herald Angels Sing" played, and she suddenly looked rather
spooked. She led me back into the house and showed me a wind-up music
box/snow globe and explained that's what had made the sound. Except that it
hadn't been wound for years. Now, I'm not a skeptic, but anyone knows that a
little vibration is all it takes to squeeze a few notes out of a music box
that still has some tension from its last wind. So I sort of dismissed it.
(I'll mention that the cabinet which this music globe sits on shares a wall
with the dining room in which we feel uncomfortable.)
So, a few nights later, after this had been weighing on my mind, I asked if
I could wind it up. Getting the go-ahead to do so, I did. One turn, and
nothing. Two turns, and nothing still. Three, and it remained silent. It was
broken! I told her and she got a little worried, so I decided to examine it
further. I set it down and stepped back to take a picture of it, to see if
anything would turn out in the photo (orb, mist, etc). As I did, it made a
single "ding" at me. I turned it over and found that the bottom was somewhat
uneven with the frame, as if it'd been dropped sometime in the past. So, I
took it apart carefully and was shocked to find that the cylinder with the
knobs on it had come loose and was not anywhere near the keys at all. It is
impossible that it could have made that ding, let alone played its song a
week previous. It'd been broken and untouched years previous.
At this point, I'd begun to suspect it was being manipulated by a spirit for
some reason. So I inquired what significance the object might have. Her
mother told me it was a baby-shower present for the baby that was stillborn.
I didn't mention my suspicion of it, and just acted as though I was curious.
I put it back together carefully and replaced it. I feel as though perhaps
it's not a good thing to play with.
If you have any thoughts on the subject, you might let me know and I'd
appreciate it.
Ps. I also have taken pictures of the dining room and this corner of the
family room and have captured a couple of orbs in the affected area.

Home for Christmas

By: gymnast986@msn.com

I WILL QUICKLY TELL YOU ONE OF MY STORIES. WHEN I WAS AROUND 6 OR 7 YEARS
OLD, IT WAS CHRISTMAS EVENING. I HAD RECEIVED A VIEW MASTER PROJECTOR FOR
CHRISTMAS. AFTER DINNER WHILE THE FAMILY WAS DRINKING COFFEE AND TALKING AT
THE TABLE, I HAD SET MY VIEW MASTER UP IN THE BASEMENT STAIR WELL TO WATCH
MY DISKS. I SAT AT THE TOP OF THE STAIRS CLICKING THREW THE PICTURES LOOKING
AT THEM ON THE STAIR WELL CEILING, WHEN I TURNED MY HEAD DOWN I SAW A
ELDERLY MAN WITH A CANE AT THE BOTTOM OF THE STAIRS, HIS HEAD TURNED AND HE
LOOKED ME DIRECTLY IN THE EYES, THEN WALKED OF INTO ANOTHER PART OF THE
BASEMENT. I SPLIT, RUNNING INTO THE DINNING ROOM, TRYING TO TELL MY FAMILY
WHAT I JUST SAW, I WAS BRUSHED OFF AS JUST BEING A PESTY CHILD, WHO WAS
INTERUPTING ADULT CONVERSATION. AFTER A WEEK OF REFUSEING TO GO IN THE
BASEMENT MY MOM STARTED TO LISTEN TO WHAT I WAS SAYING, SINCE NO ELDERLY MAN
WAS AT OUR HOME ON CHRISTMAS.THAT WAS OVER TWENTY NINE YEARS AGO, BUT THE
IMAGE IS AS CLEAR AS IF IT HAPPENED YESTERDAY, I THINK IT WAS A DECEASED
RELATIVE HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS.
 

Haunted Beach House

By: Zwal1@wmconnect.com

hello my name is Marcy ,and I think My Family is  haunted for every single family member had a supernatural experience like when my Mom was 14 she was sleeping ,and someone slapped her really hard taht she cried who was it ? no one because she was the only person in the room, years before that my grandmother was slapped too by a shadowy figure of a woman , in that same room . My aunt my nannas sister was in a different room and when she looked up at the ceilling she saw a womens face that happened for like 4 days ,and in the 5 day a part of the roof fell on top of her face ,but she is  still alive . This is some of the stories that has happened to my family this happened in a beach  house in Mexico ,my family still lives there .

Haunted House - Wellington, KS

By: MarilynHudson@msn.com
 

In 1966 we moved into an old farm house just off of HY 81  of Wellington.  It included an enclosed chicken yard.  One of the upstairs bedrooms soon became a store room because of the strange cold that was always there and the feeling of being watched when you were in there.  The sound of footsteps could be heard going down the hall to stop at that door.  At night the sound of the gate from the main yard to the chicken yard could be heard to open and close (it was old, heavy, rusted metal and leaned, making a distinctive dragging sound when ever it was opened).   I watched one moonlit night as the sound of the gate being dragged open carried clearly over the night and there was enough moon to show that there was no one there.
 

Ghosts Watch over the Dying

By: Rosemarie.Finlay@cornell.edu

My aunt was diagnosed with terminal cancer, and decided that she wanted to go into a hospice (basically a place for terminally ill people to die in peace without the fuss of doctors or hospitals).  The only ongoing medical care that is given at a hospice is by nurses who give medication to ease pain and to make things more comfortable.  My aunt went into the hospice in the summer of 2003, but the doctors weren't too sure how long she had to live.  My mom would visit her every night, and would talk to me every once in while over the phone about stuff she had experienced second-hand.
My aunt would see a female "angel" who would come and comfort her, and she would see various people come into her room; people who were not there.  She would describe these people to my mom (who of course didn't see them), but it made her feel good.  My mom talked to the nurses at the hospice and they reported that they would see people who weren't really there, and hear from patients stories about hearing beautiful symphony music that would stop once the nurse entered the room.
Since my aunt was so ill and couldn't really be moved, we decided to get the family together to have Thanksgiving dinner at the hospice.  There is a large multi-purpose room on the bottom floor, with a kitchen right off of it.  Of course because it was a family occasion, we took lots of pictures, which I really didn't get to see until I loaded them on my computer later on.  The room wasn't at all dusty (I have bad allergies and I definitely would have noticed), and in some of the pictures the spots disappear, so it doesn't seem that dust was on the lens.
After we had dinner, my mom took me and my husband and brothers up to my aunt's room so I could see what it was like.  As soon as I stepped off the elevator I had this overwhelming feeling of peace, but definitely felt a presence there.  It made me feel a lot better that she had people on the other side to comfort her in her last days. She passed away at the hospice this past April.

Cat Ghost

By: birdwatcher@globalecinc.com

I had a cat that use to love to go outside and run around, and everytime she wanted to go back inside, she would climb the steps of the deck and scrach the door. Well, a month after she died, I noticed small cat pawprints in the mud leading up to the steps of the deck, and ending there. A little while after that, I found muddy cat paw prints on the stairs of the deck going up to the deck, then ending when they got to the door. a couple months after that I was downstairs watching the t.v. when I looked out of the window, and saw a cat (that looked just like her), climbing the steps to the deck. My first reaction was that is was a poor stray looking for food, so I ran outside and up the steps behind the cat. But when I got up to the deck, there was no cat. I looked around the furniture, ran back down the steps, looked in the back yard, but found no trace of the cat anywhere. It's been about a year since she died, and I'll often have the feeling of her whiskers, tikeling my leg, but everytime i look, there is nothing there. I'll also have slight sightings of her out of the corner of my eye, and sometimes when I'm in my bed, I'll feel her jumping on my bed, and will even feel the vibration from her purring.

Cocoa Village, Florida

By: arphie@cfl.rr.com
 

I resided within this complex for about a year, first in an efficiency,
then in one of the one bedroom apartments, both on the same floor. I've
always been a little 'sensitive' to spooky things, but the entire complex
was subject to one particular oddity towards the end of my stay there.
A panic knocking came to the door one night. We opened it to someone trying
to ask if we had something burning. The hallway was filled with white
smoke, though there was no smell. It clung to the upper level of the
hallway for about five minutes while I went to call the Fire Department. By
the time I was done with the call the 'smoke' had all but faded. Before the
Fire Dep arrived, it had come back again and had started to fade once more.
I knew it wasn't smoke, though I thought perhaps it was a water heater that
blew and was filtering steam. I got the chance to walk down the hall,
towards the back part of the building and was bent on figuring it was
steam. No one ever figured out what happened, what caused it, to my
knowledge. It was just really creepy to not see the other end of the hall
one moment, then things be perfectly normal in the next, only to repeat
itself. There was no odd smell, nothing sticking to clothing from moisture.
About three years later, I related this and other experiences I'd had to
someone who said they also lived there. I was informed the place had caught
fire a number of times in its history. I don't know the validity of this,
but apparently I gave this guy chills by mentioning the 'smoke' incident.
Next, we exchanged experiences with bug infestations. He had trouble with
tons of flies along his windowsills that would just be gone the next day
without him sweeping them up. I had issues with subterranian ternmites.
(Yeah, on the second floor.) One night, they seemed to just come out of no
where. We'd seen a few here and there ever since we moved in, but the
swarmed one night. After that, we never really had issues again.
When I moved into the one bedroom apt, I'd go to sleep, cabinets closed,
only to wake up to anywhere from 2-4 of them opened during the night.
Then there was the other hallway experiences.. Many times I would swear I
saw someone down the hall, towards the back of the building. I'd turn to
look and see what looked like a human's shadow fading into the wall next to
wear it stood. On another occasion, I was returning from a smoke on the
fire escape to go back in and this shadow-thing did this no less than two
feet in front of me. (This made me wonder about my prior notions that the
hallway just had a strange light effect towards the back part. the fire
escape, however, was on the side, down a short second hallway.) My
boyfriend at the time saw the figure a number of times as well, and was
there the night of the smoke, and experienced the non-too-pleasant invasion
of ternmites.
The 'spirit' felt to both me and my boyfriend to be a male presence. I felt
it seemed 'curious' but my boyfriend had argued that he felt as if it just
didn't like him. Eventually, the malicious feelings he was getting from it
went away. If going by the shadow, the spirit seemed of average adult
height, perhaps a little on the short side, average frame. Seemed to stand
up straight when not seen already halfway into the wall. The most sharp
edges wear around the head and shoulders, then faded to be barely noticable
at the waist. You'd never see the legs. Most of the time, he was seen
towards the back of the hall, though at times he'd be as far as the middle
of the hall. (There was/is a curious 'lump', like a speedbump, under the
carpet in the middle. I'd only seen him passed it once, that night on the
fire escape.
I know this is getting long, but I have one more weird experience from
living there. One night, my boyfriend and I had a spat while living in the
smaller apartment. (Small space, go fig we'd have a spat. ;>) I needed to
go sit somewhere by myself for a while and let off some steam. So, I exited
our apartment door and went into the hall. There are stairs at both ends of
the hall. I went for the closer ones down to the first floor, then
proceeded to the back of that hallway. At the end of it, was another set of
stairs leading out to a lower exit. (Technically, I was on the second floor
at this point but there were shops under the 'complex' itself.) No one even
hung out at the bottom of the lowest level stairs, so thats where I went.
Once I cooled down a bit, I went back to talk to my boyfriend and make
things better without all the heated emotional crap. He looked at me when I
got back in, asked where I'd gone and told me he'd gone looking for me
because he was worried. He then informed me he went to the back of our hall
first, then down the stairs and also checked the bottom stairs, where I
actually was. I wasn't seen by him at all but he did tell me that he saw
other people in the other hall. I tld him i did as well, as I passed them.
It was very strange.
 

By: larrypowers515@MSN.com

It is my belief that my house is haunted.  Certain places in my house have always freaked me out (particularly the dining room, my room, and occasionly the basement esspecially the back rooms.)  First I find this to be something creepy, I didn’t not know this until after I started telling my mom about strange things happening but when I was three I once claimed I had seen a little boy in our dining room(the by far scaries room of our house) and that he knew my grandpa(who had not much earlier died) but it was only once that I saw him.  Now onto the things that makes me believe that my house is haunted.  I first suspected it one night when something very weird happened.  It was about 10 o'clock in my dining room when I was on the phone.  Some weird banging noise came out of the phone and I heard something behind me.  I turned around and out of the corner of my eye in the window I saw my own reflection and something else behind me running past me.  I went completely cold.  The phone went instantly back to normal and I left that room and called back my friend and he claimed he was disconnected.(I still get chills thing about that time.)  It was not for monthes that I told anyone the story of that night.
When I did finally tell the story it was when I had three frinds spent the night(ryan,mitch, and austin we're there names.)  I told them and we walked into the dining room and got terrified.  Mitch got freaked out enough to pick up a cross that was on the ground lean it against the dining room table and say something like be at peace and go or something to that effect(he had more experience with this then I did because his old house was haunted.)  We left the room but were spooked the rest of the night.  We had to turn on music videos and try to calm down.  That was it for that night but this wasn’t done for me.  They could let it rest but I couldn’t in my oy own house.  I was incredibly interested in this paranormal activity in my own house but still not quite sure that it was all real.  The next time convinced me for sure.
The next time I had people spend the night was just ryan and mitch.  Mitch and brought a digital camera so we could try to get pictures of anything.  After taking pictures for a while we realized the area around a lamp was black(not just dark but litterally black) we took about 4-10 more pictures all turning out the same way(I would have given the pictures but unfortunatly his father deleted them from the camera.)  Then standing by the small enterance from the kitchen(the other is large and from the front door) the camera just died being on full batteries.  We kept charging the batteries to full and walking through the same spot did this about 5-7 more times that one night.  Once Ryan said he felt something grab the weight of the camera and just drain the energy from his hand and then the camera died. The windows in that room were all fogged up.  Parts of the room were so cold that just by walking through them you would come out shaking.  Other stang things that night were this plant fell over twice and we thought we saw a shadow run across our family room.  I was terrified so much I didn’t want to walk through the kitchen to get to the bathroom but I did anyway.  And out of not the corner of my eye but more of to the side of it still in fairly good eyesite.  At first I thought it was my dog.  It was either a dog or a raggy child dressed in old dirty clothes. That was it I stayed in my family room the rest of the night and curled up and wouldn’t leave that room.  After that whole night I was convinced something wasn’t right about that room.
The next morning Mitch left early and it was just me and Ryan.  A friend of mine was on-line(her name is jenni) and gave me the idea or trying to make these metal things out of a hanger (dousing rods) that detect ghosts by points to them and crossing over there exact position. The last time ryan said he saw the shadow of a human figure on the wall behind me but I did not notice it. Every time we did it(about five times) we found in slightly different spots but relativly the same area. always over a chair or couch.  I also tried it in my room and found that there was nothing until I put it over my bed and it crossed(o great I've been sleeping on a ghost! I thought)  as ryan was leaving the same plant which had fallen over before did so again, but this time no one was in there and I dared not enter the room and fix it alone so I left.  So I sat in my house terrified for a good portion of the day until my mom and sister returned home.
By the way I should also mention that at Ryan's house ghosts have been seen and before he got a pssword lock for his garage door it would open on it's own.  His mom has claimed to see a little girl holding a candle and other strange things like the tv being turned on the front door slightly open and things moved about but nothing gone when they returned home.  And matt (another friend) has seen ghosts in his house and had doors open.  His grandparents have also seen them.  They both live just across the street from me.  Mitch's new house is normal and just down the street roughly 10 houses down.  His old house was very strange but a story better told by him then me.
Also twice I've heard dogs sniffing me when my dog was once aleep in another area of the house and another time on a completely different floor.
I should mention that me and my friends are all 14(except for matt and ryan who are 13)and not crazy or paranoid.  Really weird things happen around her that you just can't explain the feeling you get when it happens.  Scary but the addrenalin rush is amazing.  Please tell me what you think.

SHADOWS IN THE REARVIEW MIRROR

By: MagsChick04@aol.com
 
I HAVE HAD MANY EXPERIENCES WITH THE SPIRITUAL WORLD ALWAYS GOOD, UNTIL MY MOTHER-IN-LAW PASSED AWAY ABOUT 5 YEARS AGO. SHE PASSED AWAY VERY UNEXPECTEDLY AND MY EX-HUSBAND AND HIS FAMILY WANTED TO TAKE CARE OF ALL OF THE BELONGINGS IN HER HOME AND SELLING OF HER HOME RIGHT AWAY....ACTUALLY THE WEEKEND AFTER SHE DIED...THE FAMILY GOT TOGETHER TO DIVIDE AND REMOVE ALL OF HER THINGS...BUT DURING THE TIME WE WERE IN THE HOUSE HER OLDEST DAUGHTER AND I BECAME VERY ILL ...ONLY WHEN WE WERE IN THE HOUSE..WE COULD BE IN DIFFERENT ROOMS OR BE THERE AT DIFFERENT TIMES OF THE DAY...EVERY TIME I WOULD OPEN A CABINET DOOR  IN THE KITCHEN OR DRESSER DRAWER IN HER BEDROOM I WOULD BECOME TERRIBLY SICK TO MY STOMACH AND VOMIT..HER DAUGHTER ALSO DONE THIS..I REMEMBER A VERY DISTINCT ODOR THAT CAME FROM THESE PLACES THAT WOULD JUST OVERWHELM ME UNTIL I WOULD GET A HUGE KNOT IN MY STOMACH AND I WOULD VOMIT...BUT THIS IS NOT THE STRANGE THING THAT HAPPENED TO ME DURING THE NEXT MONTH OR SO NOTHING HAPPENED...WE DIVIDED ALL OF HER THINGS ...I PICKED MY HUSBAND UP EVERYNIGHT ABOUT 11:00PM DURING MY DRIVE TO TOWN...MY 5 YEAR OLD DAUGHTER AND I WOULD GET ABOUT 4 MILES AWAY FROM OUR HOME JUST GETTING ON THE MAIN HIGHWAY AND I WOULD SEE OUT OF THE CORNER OF MY EYE IN THE REAR VIEW MIRROR A SHADOW I WOULD TURN TO LOOK AT MY DAUGHTER, WHO WAS SLEEPING, AND BETWEEN MY TRUCK SEATS MY MOTHER-IN-LAW WAS THERE BUT HER SKIN WAS ROTTING OFF HER BONES I COULDN'T BELIEVE MY EYES I HAD NEVER ENCOUNTERED SUCH AND AWFUL THING IN ALL MY LIFE, IT WAS LIKE SHE WAS THERE LIKE SHE WAS IN HER GRAVE ......THIS HAPPENED FOR MONTHS EVERYTIME I WOULD GET TO THIS SPOT ON THE HIGHWAY THE SAME THING WOULD HAPPEN. MY DAUGHTER NEVER SEEN ANYTHING. I CAN'T EXPLAIN IT SHE AND I WERE ON VERY GOOD TERMS...I CAN'T IMAGINE WHY SHE WOULD DO THIS..

Queens - Flushing - Aurora Concept

By: howardgelles@optonline.net

From the Haunting Index:
Aurora Concept now a Rehab was once a Dancing Studio. A young girl hung
herself on the Girls side of the Building in a room, which as a floor
entrance too downstairs in one of the closets. Many people have seen a
ghost, heard noises, had doors slam on them, lights shut off and on, & radio
playing without being turned on.
I was a resident in this building for two years, back in the eighties.  They
had staff and trusted residents awake on-site 24hrs/7days a week. I am
clairsentient I am finding out (didn’t know the word for it), and have also
had occasional clairvoyant and clairaudient experiences.
I never felt comfortable walking in the main auditorium or downstairs; with
the lights on or off, day or night; even before being told about the girl
that hung herself.  I can verify a radio turning on with me, and lights
switching themselves on and off (separate instances).  It makes sense now in
hindsight; but I thought the staff was pulling our leg about it at the time.
Several times I can recall hearing someone walking towards the girl's wing
during the middle of the night, and then didn’t see anyone when I looked
around the corner.  Further the hallway between the girl's wing and the
auditorium was ALWAYS COLD.
Once, a counselor and several of the residents held a séance in the basement
next to those stairs you described.  I was out of the house at the time, but
the people that were in were all unnerved.  They were doing it for a joke,
but from what I remember, they said the table they were using started
vibrating, flipped over, and candles were thrown around the room.  Again I
thought it was a gag, but with what you're saying, who knows.
I see someone every once in a while that was there in that time period, and
they may have been there that day to verify the séance thing.  Due to the
nature of the building I can't give you a name directly, but if you'd like I
can ask him about it.

My Experiences This Summer

By: Chev4171@aol.com

Just this summer my family and I visited Tombstone Arizona.  I had heard all about the famous birdcage theater and I had to see it.  My sister and I took a tour throughout the theater and expierienced something very odd.  When we went downstairs to walk through the area where the rooms were that the girls used to "do their business" My sister and I were both looking into the room and suddenly I was frozen, I couldn't move.  My sister then saw the items on the dresser move around and when she turned to look at me she said I was extemely pale and looked like I was going to faint.  I can only describe the feeling I felt as well it felt like someone passed though me.  All of this would seem strange but it all happened at the same time.  The feeling I had and that of my sister.  I have always believed in ghosts, having lived in a home that we were told my many people was haunted. In fact a priest actually said that it was the first time he felt "unsafe" in a home and that he couldn't bless the house.   But this was the first time that it actually scared me. I will never forget that feeling.
 

By: ryan_loftis@yahoo.com

Hi, my name is Ryan  and I have a few stories about a house that I lived in with my parents and two younger brothers from 1994 until 1998 in Mt. Prospect, IL.  Alot of weird things happened in this house that we absolutely could not explain and honestly, really didn't want to.  LOL.  It's weird, you hear all of these ghost stories from people and it scares the bejesus out of you, but when it happens to you, you really aren't that scared.
First story:  The Blinds
One day after school in 1996, I was a freshman in high school.  My younger brothers, Chris, 14, and Josh, 7, and I just arrived home from school on a typical cold Northern Illinois November afternoon.  We always, as most kids, would get home before both of our parents after school.  Chris, Josh and I got home and we were doing normal kid things after school... TV, food, homework.  Well around 4:30 p.m. we settled in finally in the living room downstairs for some R & R around the TV.  I remember I was sitting in the large lounge chair, and my two brothers were on the couch while I controlled the remote.  The setup of the living room was simple, there was a large bay window about 7 feet long and about 4 tall which took up most of wall with long vertical blinds that almost touched the floor.  The blinds were open so we could see our back yard because it had been snowing most of the day and we liked to watch the snow fall.
While we were watching TV a little argument broke out because me being the oldest I got to control the remote and pretty much watch what I want, LOL.  While we were arguing for some reason we all had our attention drawn to the large bay window at the same time and we experienced one of the many craziest things we've ever seen.
At the exact moment we looked we saw a dark image fly across the bay window moving extremely fast.  We would've put this out of our mind normally, but as the dark "blob" moved across the window it moved the blinds rocking them violently.  We all shut up for a second and looked at each other in disbelief.  I jumped up quickly and ran outside to the back of the house where the bay window was so I could peer in where my brothers were.  I search the snow covered ground to find no foot prints.  I came back in, sat down and said,"Well that was weird and I have no explination, so let's just ignore it."  We did so, but that was just the beginning of many more things.
Finally, I told my father of the incident and to my surprised he was not surprised.  He went on to tell me a few other stories of things that were happening in the household that he chose not to tell us.
My father, in his late 30's at the time, had been in a bad car accident in 1995 and was forced out of work for a long period of time because of chronic back problems from the accident.  He spent most of his time in the living room watching TV waiting for his back to recover from the eventual 4 back surgerys.  He told me of this one story that to this day makes me cringe because my bedroom was the center of attention for this happening.
The White Faced Man
In the fall of 1997, my father was still recovering from his back surgeries and was home alone except for our Brendle Pitt-Bull dog that we received after my uncle passed away in January of that year.
It was another typical fall early afternoon in the Chicagoland area.  Bright and sunny, chilly with a hint uneasiness in the air.  This part of the story is hard to explain without pictures but I will try to the best of my ability.
The way the living room is set up at this time is a little different than the previous story.  When you walk into the back door of the house you walk into the kitchen which has two entrances.  As soon as you walk in the house you can go right into the dining room and follow the wall, on your left, to the living room.  At the end of the wall, you turn left and the TV is set in the center of that wall.  To the right of the TV is the second entrance to the kitchen.  As soon as you walk into that entrance you can make a right into stairwell that leads to the basement, which is where my bedroom is located.
My father had a moveable chair he liked to sit in while his back was messed because it made his back feel good while resting.  He had the chair placed directly in front of the TV in the living about 6 feet away.  My father being a avid gun collector had his prize handgun sitting in his lap because he just finished cleaning it while watching TV.  Also, our Pitt-Bull name "Piggy" was laying at his feet while he watched TV and cleaned his gun as she always did.  While my father was flipping through the channels he happened to look down at Piggy and noticed her attention was fixed on the the stairwell going into the basement and began growling.  My father being an extremely cautious man grabbed his gun immediately and put his attention to her and was saying,"What is it, girl?"  "What's wrong?"  After a few quick que ions he looked up at the stairwell and there was a man with an ice white face and long black curly hair (like that of Slash from Guns n Roses) crouched down on the stairs, looking around the corner, smiling as if he was playing with the dog.  As soon as my father jumped up, gun in hand, the man flipped his hair back, grunted loudly and ran down the stairs.  My father ran after the man he thought was an intruder downstairs only to find there was absolutely no trace of the man.  He searched the bathroom and the utility closet, where the water heater was, and under bed only to find nothing.  He double checked the windows to make sure they were secure and their security was confirmed.  He stood there in the middle of the basement wondering what had just happened and realized we live in a haunted house.
If you have any questions or want some more of my accounts, I have many more.  Just e-mail me here.  Thanks.

The Last Farewell

By: kreck12@comcast.net
 

When I was a youngster, I always loved to hang around with my grandfather.  He was a surly old guy who cussed, chewed, spit and smoked, all of the great attributes of a young boys Grand-dad.  He was in his late sixties when I was born, as a matter of fact, my wife was born on his 64th birthday.
We used to do a lot of things together, we fished, farmed in his little acre garden, fixed his old motor boat and went fishing in the Absecon bay behind Atlantic city, chewed tobacco and smoked a pipe.  He would keep me enthralled with his stories of when he was young.  He was a real story teller, and some of them were not too flattering to say the least.  I loved that old guy.
As long as I could remember, he smoked his pipe, whether he was watching TV, farming his garden, working around the house, whatever he did, his pipe was always in his mouth, whether it was lit or not.  He started me smoking one of his pipes at the ripe old age of 12.  He smoked so much, you could tell when he was around because he reeked of the sweet smell of stale tobacco.
When he reached his 90's, he was reluctantly placed in a senior home, since he became uncontrollably senile and could not take care of his bodily functions.
At this time, I was married, a father, and in the Army, stationed in Arizona, some 2,500 miles from Pennsylvania where he was living.
I remember getting the call on October 30th, 1969 .  It was my Dad who told me that Grand-dad had passed.  During the call, he urged me to come home for the funeral, but I was still in the Army and had no money for the trip, plus my wife was a week overdue for the birth of our second child.  There was no way I could go.
Two days later, the day of the funeral, my wife, who was still hanging around as we called it, and I were planning to play cards with the next door neighbors, another Army couple.  When I went into our bedroom to get the cards from the dresser,
I was stopped dead in my tracks when I entered the room.  I hastily asked my wife to come back into the room to find the cards.  When she entered, I asked her, do you smell anything.  She looked at me astonished and said  yeah..your grandfather.  That sweet stale tobacco smell engulfed the entire room, and I hadn't smoked a pipe in years.  We checked the windows, they were closed to keep in the air conditioning.  There was no place that smell could have come from, except from him.
To this day, we never forgot that last farewell.

Foosball

By: kheadley@Route24.net

My wife and I raised four kids while living in a haunted house for twenty years. The kids were small when I bought the house at a public auction from an estate. This was a big old house built around 1918. It was two stories with walk in attic and full basement. The perfect home for our family.The kids grew up with ghostly experiences. At first they didn't realize that the weird things that happened were caused by ghosts. Many things happened over the twenty year period but I will just touch on a couple of them. We had a recreation room in the basement.
I purchased a coin operated commercial Foosball table and put it on free play. Our son was  sixteen at the time and had a few friends over one evening. They gave the Foosball game quite a workout. They closed thev rec room and came upstairs for refreshments. They were sitting around the kitchen table when they heard this loud crash in the basement. They all ran down to the rec room and turned on the lights. There was the heavy Foosball table upside down in the middle of the room. It took all of them to set it upright.
The two older girls were married and had moved into their own homes when this other incident occurred. We always traveled for several weeks during the summer and locked the house. As usual, when the girls moved out, our attic was where their excess baggage was stored. One of the girls wanted something from the attic while the house was locked. Knowing  the house was haunted, she didn't want to go up there alone so the two girls went togerher.
They made the trip to the attic by the back stairway and came back the same way. As they passed by the upstairs bathroom on their way back, both faucets were running full stream in the bathroom sink. They shut them off and hurried down the back steps to the kitchen. There were the faucets in the kitchen sink runnung full stream. They turned them off and as they exited the kitchen they had to pass the gas stove. All four burners were burning on high. They turned them off and left very quickly.
This is just a sample of the twenty year's events that we lived with. After the kids all moved out we sold the house and bought one with everything all on one floor. The people living there now have not experienced any unusual activity.