Museum and Others
By:
exodus125@hotmail.com
I came across your site
and started to read some of the stories. All very interesting. I thought I
would share with you mine.
About 2 years ago, I was
working in a museum in
Here is another story.
I had a friend who lived
in Canada who lived in an old house, It was 3 stories and ever since they had moved
in. They would hear noises, people walking up an down the stairs, down the
halls, voices. My friend seemed to be affected the most by these ghostly
things, the rest of her family kinda learned to live with it. My friend had
acostumed herself to wait for one of her brothers to go to the bathroom before
she went at night. Her brothers knew to leave the bathroom light on so that she
knew they were up. Then she would go to the bathroom an wait outside until one
of her brothers would come out, then shed go in an go back to bed. One night
she needed to go an waited an then she saw the bathroom light go on, she walked
out an wen she got to the bathroom noone was there. Then she saw a child at the
top of the stairs an then it ran downstairs after a ball it droped. She freaked
out an ran to her parents bedroom and her dad was so convinced she had seen
somehting, he even went downstairs to make sure there wasnt anyone in the
house.
I hope you guys enjoy
these stories, take care
Haunted House in Turon
Kansas
By: Candy@techinc.org
On a street in Turon a
house i lived in while I was pregnant with my first child was haunted. You
could lay in the bedroom and hear truly evil laugh of a child who sounded to be
about 3 years old. Before that laugh always came banging on the wall of the
closet. In the upstairs I would get the image in my mind of two little girls in
a room that was now sealed off. When I went upstairs I felt scared, and in
danger. I went up there only one time and I only lived in the house for 4 months
because I couldn't live with the feelings. I felt in danger for myself and my
baby. I had a puppy while I lived there that was the sweetest little thing, but sometimes i could see a
different and evil look in his eyes, and I could always tell when this happened
because his eyes would also change colors. They would go from dark brown to
bright eerie green, almost like they were glowing.
Ginger
By:
canelover40@yahoo.com
Yesterday a classmate of
mine and I were in the
cafeteria talking about
ghost stories. She advised me
of this website and I
checked it out the next day.
Some of the places on
the Oklahoma website, I have
actually been to more
than a few of them, but I didn't
know that they were
haunted in any way. My story is
from when I was a young
boy (9 or 10 can't really
remember), we lived east
of Lake Thunderbird on
Franklin Road, approx. 6
miles, on the corner of
Franklin and County
Line, where Pottawatamie and
Cleveland county
meet. We had 150 acres there,
dirtbike heaven, I was
riding my bike in the back 40,
Dad had almost unlimited
bike trails for me, Almost to
the very back there
stood a large pond (almost 1 acre
in size), a very sharp
curve around it, behind it
stood very dense
woods. It was at dusk and as I
started around the pond on
my bike, my bike just shut
down, have no idea why,
it just shut down. I messed
with it for a while but
couldn't get it started. I
started pushing it
toward the house when I heard alot
of movement in the brush
behind me. I put the bike on
its kickstand and just
froze, a large pack of dogs,
about 12 maybe 15 came
out of the brush, they hadn't
seen me yet or at least
I didn't think that they had
seen me, but when they
did all I heard was growls and
teeth being shown. As my dad taught me, I started
moving toward the pond
very slowly, he had told me in
the past that there were
lots of stray packs of dogs
out there but I never
really believed him, but now I
did. They began to move toward me, I figured that
if
I got them in the water
I had a better chance to
defend myself (pond was
about 12 ft deep), and I'm a
pretty good
swimmer. But once I got into the pond I
saw a blonde flash to my
right, which looked like a
Great Dane. All the dogs squared off, almost like
they were getting ready
to fight. The funny thing is
that the Great Dane
looked like the female Dane that
had been our family dog
for 16 years (she had just
recently passed
away). All the dogs squared off for
about 30 seconds and
then out of nowhere the pack just
turned and ran off
yelping and whining. I stood in
the pond for a few
seconds longer, then I yelled
Ginger (which was our
dogs name) this dog turned to
look at me as if yeah its me, your safe, then wagged
its tail and
barked. I then said under my breath
"I
love ya girl", it was
a tradition to tell her that
every time that I left
the house. The animal then ran
into to brush as if
saying that I will keep them away
until you get home. To this day I still have Great
Danes and all the
females are named Ginger, though I
am on Ginger 7, thanks
for listening, this has been on
my mind for a long time.
Oh by the way, it took me
about 2 hours to push
that bike of mine home.
Ghostly Experiences
By: gerag_00@hotmail.com
My wife and I have been
experiencing some weird stuff at the house for the
past year and a half.
First my wife was sleeping on the sofa in the living
room when she heard
something scratch the sofa. The weird
thing about it is
that we don't own a cat,
but what she saw was something that looked like a
gargoyle. Also, one night as I slept on the same sofa in the
same living
room, I felt like if
someone had sat on the sofa. I felt the cushions sink
and I woke up to find no
one in the room. My wife was asleep in the bedroom,
my daughter was asleep
in her room so I don't know what to think. You can
also hear little steps
running around the house every so often when our
daughter is asleep or
when she is not there.
Neighbors Cat
By:
katana@crestviewcable.com
I was living in an old house
that had been converted into apartments, and strange things happened
often. This is only one story. My roommate had two cats, and we left the
back door open when we were home, to let the cats come and go at will. Therefore, I was not surprised to see a large
grey and white cat strolling through the living room (Sarah's cats are
black). I called out "kitty kitty
kitty" and the cat walked toward me, and then vanished! Sarah told me later that the woman in the
downstairs apartment had a large grey and white cat. Kitty had been hit by a car, and was buried
in the back yard.
Several weeks later, my
brother was visiting, and we had another visit from the grey cat. Ben heard one of the cats eating dry cat
food, and he turned to look. Since the
cat at the food bowl was grey, not black, Ben thought a stray had wandered
in. He chased the cat into my bedroom,
and spent an hour tearing the room apart, but he never found the cat. What is really strange to me is, why would a
dead cat eat?
I later moved into my
own apartment, brand new, I was the first tenant, so I was reluctant to believe
it was haunted. I still don't know what
I was seeing. It appeared to be a small
furry black creature, about the size of a golf ball, and it moved FAST! I wasn't sure I was really seeing these
things, I only caught sight from the corner of my eye. I would have believed I was seeing things,
but the little creatures always ran toward the vertical blinds, and then one
slat would start swinging. Has anyone
else seen these things? Small, black,
furry, and they seemed to roll, rather than run on legs.
Ghosts and Other Things
By:
jgardnerosu04@wowway.com
I've always been a
believer of ghosts. My belief comes from
my mom and my
aunt. It's almost funny because my brother has
always been the one with
the ability to
"know" when something is there or actually see
something. I'd asked my mom why I'd not been given a
chance to see
anything. Sometimes I wish I hadn't wanted that to
happen. The first
thing I witnessed was in
a cemetery with a good friend and my brother.
It
was a very small
cemetery in the middle of a cow field on a hill. We were
all walking around one
area when my brother shouted there was a swarm of
bees around him and he
and my friend started running down the hill to the
truck. I stood there laughing at them and said they
weren't bees, they
were butterflies. I remember standing in the middle of a bunch
of
butterflies. My brother and friend had evidence of the
bees, though,
because they had both
been stung. I was 15 at the time. I can't really
remember anything in
particular happening again until I was 22.
If I remember correctly,
it was spring 2000. My husband and I had
just
bought a small 3 bedroom
ranch in September of 1999 and in November I
became pregnant. By spring I was taking a nap almost every
night before I
went to bed. My husband worked third shift, so I could do
that without
anyone caring. One night I dozed off on the couch and woke up
with a start
sometime around
midnight. I looked up in the corner of
my living room and
saw two balls of light,
each about the size of a baseball, bouncing and
floating around. I looked down at my dog and she was also staring in the
same direction as the
light. I wear glasses because I'm a
little
near-sighted and I had
taken them off before I had fallen asleep.
I
grabbed them and put
them on just to be sure I wasn't seeing things and the
balls were still there
after I put my glasses on. They bounced
around for
what seemed a few
minutes and just disappeared. For some
reason it didn't
scare me. Yes, it made me think about things, but I
wasn't a bit
scared. It never
happened again and I pretty much forgot about it. My
husband had started to
complain that the sliding glass door was unlocked
when he got up in the
afternoons. He blamed me for not locking
it after
letting the dog back in
the house in the morning before I'd leave for
work. After I was blamed for that, I made sure to
double check the door
was locked every morning
before I left. It wasn't unlocked
everyday, but
it did happen often
enough. I also had a shelf that was
secured to a wall
fall and a picture fall
over backward. That's a little difficult
considering the
"leg" that props up the picture had to be pushed in toward
the picture in order for
it to fall over. I'd tried it a few
times and
every time I tried, the
picture fell forward before I could get the leg
folded in far enough for
it to fall back. After those things
occurred, I
told my husband there
was probably someone else living with us.
At first
he didn't believe me,
but after a couple months he started to agree with
me. He was home by himself during the day and
would never tell me
everything that happened
to him.
In January 2002 I was in
a minor car accident. I was sore all
over,and
with a toddler at home,
things could've been tough. My husband
decided
he'd take her to visit
his grandmother 1 1/2 hours away so I could rest
without our daughter
wanting me to pick her up all the time.
They left
early in the evening and
planned on coming back the next afternoon.
I had
to get up the next
morning to go to school. My alarm was
set for 6 a.m.
and when it went off I
hit the snooze. I was sleeping on the
side of the
bed farthest from the
bedroom door and my back was facing the door at the
time. Not long after I'd hit the snooze I heard
footsteps coming down the
hallway from the living
room. I thought it was my husband, which
I thought
was odd because he
would've had to leave where he was at 4:30 a.m. to get
home at that time. The footsteps came into my room and sat on
the bed. By
that time I was
scared. I reached around over my body to
feel around on
the other side of the
bed. I have a feather bed on my bed and
I felt an
indentation where
someone was sitting. I decided to slowly
turn over and
as I did, this
"man" laid down beside me. As
I looked at him, I realized
it was my husband! It wasn't him in a physical sense
though. I gasped and
knew something terrible
had happened and when I asked him what had
happened, this
"man" said "I'm not really your husband, I just thought I'd
show up as someone you
know so I wouldn't scare you". As
he said that he
became a blonde haired
man with broad shoulders. He put his
hands behind
his head and
smiled. I asked who he was and he told
me his first
name. It's been a couple years and I can't think of
the name right off the
top of my head. He told me he lived there and he mentioned
some things
that made me believe
he'd lived there sometime during the '60's or
'70's. He mentioned something about my daughter and
I asked him if he'd
seen her. He told me "Yeah, I have. I stand there and look at her at
night when she's in her
crib". That sent chills up my
spine. That
explained when I'd wake
up from something moving in her room that I'd hear
over the monitor and
then hear my daughter move and usually wake up.
I
asked if he would please
leave her alone and he agreed to do that.
He also
told me not to change
the house. As he told me that he became
very
agitated. It was odd that he'd said that because my
husband and I had
talked about
remodelling. I told him we'd keep things
the way they
were. After that, he left. The next thing I knew, my alarm was going off
again. It had only been eight minutes, but I swear
the whole incident had
lasted much longer.
I kept it to myself the
whole day and that evening I told my mom and my
aunt. They think it's terrible to have a ghost
living in the house with
people, so they wanted
to get him to leave. They left my aunt's
to go to
my house 5 minutes away
and returned around an hour later. They
wouldn't
tell me what they'd
done, but said he was gone. I got ready
to leave and
asked my mom to go back
with me. As I headed home a strange
feeling came
over me and I looked in
my rear view mirror. There
"he" was, sitting in my
back seat. I became so frightened I started to cry. When we got to my
house I told my mom they
hadn't gotten rid of him. The house felt
very
negative when we walked
in. I gathered some things and stayed at
my aunt's
that night. After that, nothing really happened. I moved out of the house
November of that year
due to splitting up with my husband.
Ever since then I can
"feel" energy in houses or other places I
go. Cemeteries are the worst for me. My mom says it's a gift. She
questioned my ability
until I told her about her husband's dead wife being
at their house. After I told her that, she revealed she'd
actually seen
her in their
bedroom. I don't mind being able to
notice these things, I
just wish I'd get to use
this little gift a little more often.
Thank you so much for
your time. Feel free to e-mail me.
Just One Story of Four
By: roger@compu.net
THIS MAY NOT SEEM VERY
FRIGHTNING TO SOME BUT TO A BUNCH OF YOUNG KIDS IT WAS!
WE WERE PLAYING AROUND WITH A CARDBOARD BOX
THAT LOOKED LIKE A COFFIN. IT WAS ON A BACKROAD IN TROY TENNESSEE CALLED
THUNDER ROAD. WE WERE KIND OF ABOUT MIDDLE WAYS FROM EITHER END OF THE ROAD
WHERE THERE WAS A SMALL FIELD OF HIGH GRASS AND WEEDS SURROUNDED BY WOODS ON
THE RIGHT SIDE OF THE ROAD. THERE WERE FIVE OF US PLAYING LIKE WE WERE VAMPIRES
TAKING TURNS GETTING IN THE BOX AND THEN RISING UP KIND OF SLOW LIKE A VAMPIRE
IN THE MOVIES. ANYWAY I WAS STANDING THERE WAITING MY TURN WHEN I HAPPENED TO
LOOK ACROSS AT THE LITTLE FIELD AND I SEEN THIS MALE LOOKING FIGURE STANDING
THERE. IT WAS WAREING CLOTHES FROM AN OLDER TIME AND WHERE THE FACE WAS SUPOSE
TO BE THERE WAS JUST A HAZE LIKE GLOW. I TOLD MY BROTHER AND MY FRIENDS TO LOOK
AND THEY ALL CLAIMED TO SEE IT TOO. WE ALL RAN TOWARD THE END OF THE ROAD THAT
WENT TO THE HIGHWAY AND OUR HOUSE. ACROSS THE HIGHWAY FROM THUNDER ROAD THERE
IS A BAPTIST CHURCH AND THE ROAD BESIDE IT GOES TOWARD WHERE I USE TO LIVE AND
WE SAW THE FIGURE THERE TOO. WE KEPT RUNNING AND WHEN WE CAME UP TOO WHERE THE
LAUNDRYMAT USE TO BE THERE WAS A GRAVEL ROAD THAT CUT THROUGH TO ANOTHER ROAD
ABOUT TWO BLOCKS FROM MY OLD HOUSE. THERE AT THE BACK END OF THE LAUNDRYMAT ON
THE END AWAY FROM US IT WAS THERE AGAIN. WE KEPT RUNNING AND ON MY OLD STREET
TWO HOUSES DOWN FROM WHERE I LIVED AT THE BACK END OF A GARAGE WE SAW IT THE
LAST TIME. WE GOT TO MY HOUSE AND ALL FIVE OF US DIDN'T GO OUTSIDE THE REST OF
THE DAY. WE LOCKED ALL THE DOORS AND WINDOWS AND JUST SAT THERE SCARED TO
DEATH.
WELL THAT IS ONE OF MY STORIES AND TRUE. I
DON'T THINK NOW THAT WHATEVER IT WAS MENT US ANY HARM CAUSE IT HAD TIME TO GET
AHEAD OF US EVERYTIME WE SAW IT. I WISH I KNEW WHAT IT WANTED WITH US?
Haunting in a Movie
Theatre
By: Linzandpam@aol.com
i work at a movie
theatre that is haunted. i life in a small town of modesto, california. the
history was there was another building there and it burned down. the movie
theatre was built right on top of this old building. one day I was walking and
i had a strange feeling that somebody was following me and where i was walking
was a long black hall that goes to the locker rooms. so i look back and see a
girl walking behind me and then i got to the end she was gone. i dont know what
happend to her but there has been other incidents down that same hall. when i
used to walk down that hall i would hear footsteps on the ceiling and that
always scared me so i would usually run down that hall but now i just avoid
going down that hall
Demon hitches ride to
Texas
By: TouKEEPch@aol.com
Several years ago while
visiting Key West my daughter and I went on a ghost tour. While looking and
listening to the tale of one particular ghost in one historic home, I felt this
distinct heat sensation on my right arm.
So much so, I looked around to see if I was under some sort of heat air
vent, there was none that I could see.
We continued our stay another day and actually went back in broad
daylight to see the "oh so ominous" houses, just to get the spooks
out, yeh right! Then, we took a flight
home and returned around 10:30 P.M. where we we're to pick up our vehicle left
in the parking lot, but for some reason couldn't find! After almost 3 hours of frantically
searching, we found it and drove home.
Upon entering our home, we noticed it was unbearably cold. I thought "oh no" I must have
turned the thermostat down instead of up upon leaving. So I go to check, expecting the worst.... a
broken air conditioning unit, but I didn't get to check it at all, because I
heard music coming from my daughter's bathroom.
I see the radio and proceed to turn it off, only it wasn't on, not even
plugged in. I call my daughter in to ask
if she hears the music, she does and proceeds to turn it off, but of course
it's not on! But we still hear music. I
am grappling for answers, and decide to check the air condition closet next to
the bathroom. The door handle turns in
my hand, (deep breath) I try again, telling myself "that did not just
happen!" It happened again and my
daughter saw it this time. I quickly
decide we are leaving the house and going to my mom's in the next town even
though by now it's almost 2 A.M.. Certainly she'll understand once we
explain. We pick up a few things and get
to the front door only to hear what sounds like a thousand bugs hitting it as
if the outside light had been on forever, only it hadn't because we had just
gotten there! (another deep breath) And
I cry out God @#$% you! The sound of a
thousand bugs stops, instantly! My
daughter says "Mom, you made them go away!" More afraid of what was beyond our door than
on this side of it, I sit down to think things through. My daughter says she'll just turn the t.v. on
and try to forget about it. She flips
the t.v. on, but only a green line through the middle shows up. Great, our
t.v.'s out too! But, while she's messing
around trying to fix it, I notice something in the reflection of the t.v.. I can't quite make it out.... yes, it looks
like... a monkey... jumping around.
(Deep breath, shake head and look again)
Yes, definitely, it looks like a small monkey jumping around in the
reflection. That would make it
between the t.v. and the coffee table in
reality, but the cats are....? Well,
Lauren is looking out the window and pawing at the glass and Troy is behind her
with his back arched like a scary cat!
Hmmmm. I calmly, yet firmly tell my daughter to turn the t.v. off, pick
up my bible on the end table and come quickly.
She tells me she's trying to fix the t.v. and... I repeat myself, more firmly. She hands me my
bible and plops down on the sofa. I
begin reading scripture and the cats, neither of which are lap cats, jump up
onto the sofa and in my lap and begin purring, loudly. And slowly we begin to calm down enough to go
to bed although we leave all the lights on, just in case. Next morning, I check the air conditioning
and it's fine, temp is fine, t.v. turns on like normal. Cats are sleeping soundly. What exactly was that? I have my ideas, and I will never, never,
ever, ever, ever go on another ghost tour and give a demon a hitch!
A Story that Happened to
My Aunt
By:
ForeGivenSarO@aol.com
Now I really love
reading your true ghost story! In my family its known for me to tell the ghost
stories on the camping trips, but this summer my aunt had her own to tell and
she is extremely religious and believes that ghosts are Satan's messengers. Now
here goes her experience. My aunt lets call her "Rose" was reading
her bible in bed while my uncle "Bob" was watching TV in the living
room. As she was laying in bed a handsome gentleman came into the room. She
described him light skinned but with dark hair and a beard. Smiling the gentleman
sat down on the bed and asked "Rose, come with me I have something to show
you." My aunt calmly looked at him and replied. " No." and
returned to reading the passage in her bible. The gentleman stood up and began
to pace and sighing muttering her name. Finally my aunt had enough and shouted
"In the name of god. leave my house now!" The gentleman looking angry
and left the room. A few minutes later Uncle Bob came into the bedroom and room
asked her if she called for him and asked if she seen the Limo that was pulling
out of there driveway. I honestly don't know if this story is true or not..or
if she was visited by a ghost or "Satan's messengers." But I thought
to share this with you anyway. Thanks.
The Lady Near the
Cemetery
By: VinceP@discovery.co.za
I live in the town of
Alberton, South Africa. In our town there is a very spooky road that goes past
a cemetery and ends in a dead-end. On all the occasions that I have travelled
this road at night, there was a layer of mist about six feet above the road's
surface. There are also no street lights and no houses nearby. I once heard a
story of an old burnt out car that haunts this road. Apparently, in order to
see this car, you need to flash your lights at the gates of the cemetery, drive
to where the road ends, make a u-turn and look in your rear-view mirror. At
this point the ghost car will become visible and start to follow you.
When my friends and I
heard this story, we decided to go check it out. However, the story of the car
turned out to be a hoax but what we saw that night was much scarier and
disturbing. We drove down the dark and isolated road at around midnight on a
cold winter night. The road passed through a creek so it was very misty and
scary looking. Just past the cemetery, we noticed a woman standing on the side
of the road. She looked to be in her mid-thirties and had blonde hair and a
pale complexion. As we got closer to the woman, we noticed that she was draped
in a white bed sheet and that she was bare feet. It was really odd to see a
woman alone at night at such an isolated place. Also it was very cold that
night and she only had the sheet around her. We stopped next to her to offer
help but she didn't say anything and had no expression on her face what so
ever. Just then we realized that she wasn't standing but that she was hovering
above the ground. She held her hand out towards the car and started to move
closer to us. This obviously scared the hell out of us and we sped away. When
we looked back, the lady was gone.
When My Father was Dying
By:
GutierrM@sharpsec.com
It was in September,
1998, my father had been suffer cancer of liver since November 6, 1997 when he
felt sick one night, we had to drive him
to the ER; in matters of days after
several studies, he got a diagnostic of this silent killer( let me just make
clear that as long as I remember, I been witnessed that he wouldn't drink a
single glass or bottle of beer or wine unless it was New Year's Eve.)
In his death of bed, I
remember that I had to fly to Monterrey N.L. Mexico in an emergency situation;
well, the Doctor had tell my step mother that my father would no longer than a
couple of days.
I arrived Mexico, along
with my 4 year old son, came to see my father right away, to let him know that
we loved him very much. Most of the
family and I, spent the rest of the day by his side; it was getting so late
about 2:30 am and I went up stairs to get some rest; I remember the room that I
get to sleep in have the entrance door in the middle of the wall, and it had
two twin beds one on each side of the door against the side walls, Since I was
young, I wanted to leave the beds for the grown up family members; so, what I
did, I went to sleep in the floor in the
middle of the twin beds along with my son with my head towards the door.
About 4:30 in the morning My son woke up and
he start slamming my right arm and face, and he keeps saying "ma, ma,
grandpa, ma, grandpa" and I told him: ok Gordito (Fatty), grandpa is
sleeping right now, we're gona see him in a little while, and I told him go
back to sleep he fall asleep again, 1/2 hr later he woke up again and keep
repeating the same words " ma, ma, grandpa, ma, grandpa" and I told
him, yes, my dear we're gona see him as soon as there is sun light, and I hug
my kid, he fell asleep again and I remember as if it was yesterday, I had
barely fell asleep when I did feel that somebody, kicked my pillow kind of soft
with out touching my head, I look around
there was nobody around, my son still sleeping, nobody was nearby the stairs,
so I laid down my head back in my pillow and I was just barely falling asleep
again, when it happen, someone or something had kicked my pillow a bit harder
than the first time, I got scared and I took my boy in my arms and I run,
"flew" down stairs, on the way there my son keeps saying "Is
grandpa mami, Is grandpa" well MY Father passed away about 7:20 or 7:30
am, couple of hrs later and I Feel and I think that my daddy's spirit was
trying to tell me first thru my son then kicking my pillow, that he was going to
leave my father's body. and he want me to be there at that time. I had to
mention also that my brother and sister, were flying to see him before he died,
they couldn't make it on time, On their way to see my father my sister had
certain kind of vision from God asking her if she will rather see her father
alive with an IV all over his body or let him died in Peace? and she told God: I want to see him alive;
but if his is going to suffer more than he had suffer already, I rather, with
all my broken heart want to let him go. At this very same time my step mother
had ask me if I want my father to live a few more hrs, the doctor can give him
ad IV ,but this will be so painful for my father, the cancer had spread to
other vital organs at this time that the kidneys had stop their function 24
hours prior this time and he wasn't able to pi, so all the liquid has been
retained by his body, he was suffering to much and IV will be worst. I hesitate
for a while and I recall he said once
that He didn't want to have any kind of IV's on him when the time comes
so as his will I told them : No IV's
Also I have to mention
that several months after my Father Died My brother did see him, at home, in
Chicago and this happens during the Day light.
Very Strange
By:
jesslea8304@yahoo.com
My name is Jessica. I am 21 years old and have been in many
strange situations. One that stands out
in my mind happened when I was 16. I was
going to a friends house and of course there was a train on the tracks. Being bored I decided to go visit my great
grandmothers burial spot which wasn't far from there. It was a nice day not to cold but not hot
either. As I pulled into the cemetery I
suddenly realized I had no clue where her headstone was located. Driving along I stopped at a familiar spot
and got out. I remember a weird tree the
was right next to her headstone. I
searched for about 5 minutes and was going to consider it a lost cause. A sudden, almost eerie breeze picked up and
made me turn out of the direction of the wind.
Right in front of me was the tree and my Great-Grandmothers headstone. I
got chills but I wasn't scared. My
Grandmother was a wonderful person who would never think of hurting me. I sat on the ground a chatted out loud to her
about things in the family and with me.
I don't know how long i had been there.
I was pretty cold by the time I was going to leave. I said my farewell to grandma and headed for
my car. Walking along I realized i had
left my car running and the windows were down.
I was ready to get in and turn on the heater. As eerie as the breeze was, getting into my
car was even more eerie. Windows up and
heater full blast. I don't know if this
was the works of my great- grandmother or one of the many relatives i have
buried out there. At least I know they
still care about me and try to protect me.
Haunting In The Dead
Woods
By:
dark_lotus_2001@hotmail.com
First off, I'd like to
start by saying I have a forest in my backyard (that's basically all u need to
know), and also I know no one will believe me, but this story is 100% true. One
day (about a couple years ago) I was chatting on the computer when all of the
sudden I got extremely bored. So seeing as I never checked out the woods, I
decided to do so. It was in October (about a week before a kickass
concert..Tool w/ Meshuggah..but this has nothin to do with the concert), so
carrying on. I started walking around, and I kept hearing leaves moving and
sticks cracking (the normal sound of the woods). I looked around, and to my
surprise I saw something move really fast deep into the woods. I starting
running after it to see what it was, but nothing was there. I stood there, out
of breath, and in the need of a cigarette. So I light up a cig, but when I
looked at the ground I saw some blood. Knowing it came from the thing moving
fast, I thought it was a deer. I followed the blood trail while smoking my cig,
and it lead me to a space of dirt in the ground about 6 feet long. I wanted to
dig it up to see if there was anything burried there, so I ran back home and
got a shovel. en I went back there, the blood trail was still there, and then I
got a frightening and depression feeling, so I went back home. Later that
night, there was a knock on the door. I answer it and it was a very sad and frightened
lady. She said "Can u help me? My husband is wounded in the woods."
So I grab a flashlight and followed her. She took me to where I was earlier
that day and pointed towards some bushes. I shine my light and there was
nothing there. I said "Look lady, I dont know what you're trying to pull,
but if.." I stopped right there and noticed, she was gone without a trace.
Then I heard a faint whisper say "please help me, go get help"
followed by a loud gunshot. I ran in fright and made it home. The next day (extremely
curious about the event before) I went back there. Nothing was there, except
some markings in the ground. I kneeled down to check it out, and the markings
read "Thank You". I never told anyone about this (all they'd say is
"yeah right" and think I'm crazy). I hope all of you believe me. Feel
free to email me.
The Voices
By: Jjbault@aol.com
I've got a story that i
don't tell very much but when i lived with my daughter in her first apt i was
sitting at the dinning room table reading or something and i kept hearing a
voices but she was the only apt on that side downstairs and there was not any
next to her. As i kept sitting there the voices got louder but i was the only
one to hear them on one else did. So i
didn't tell anyone for a week or two and
then i heard this little girl talking to me and her name was tabatha
"TABBY" and her father killed her because she had dropped him not on
purpose but her father beat her really bad. And he put her and her baby brother
in a cave which was on there land, well he locked them in the cave with only a
candle and he told her to remember what she had done to Johnathan. She kept
crying but no one heard her, but her older sister "MARY" tired to get
her out and there father found out and he beat mary til she was dead and threw
her body in the lake across the road, she was found but no one knew who she was
because there father never had friends or any family so there was not anything
on the family. Tabby she talked to be and for a awhile she was inside of me i got
so scared and hide inside a closet fearing that her father would find me, my
daughter didn't know what to think but she did find the cave right where i told
her it was and she went to the libary and found out about the family from old
newspapers after there family hadn't heard from there brother and they found
him dead and his wife was dead too. The names were the "SMITHS"
and its all true at
least for me.. And then my daughter was moved to another apt and there i was
watching tv which was in front of the window and i seen people in the glass
behind me but when i looked back no one was there, even after the move to the
other apt i kept heaaring "TABBY" talking to me i guess sshe must
have felt safe with me. And to this day i still thinnk of her and all of the
other things had happen and when i go past there i remember her.
The Cabin
By: RespectUSMC@aol.com
Me, my dad and my uncle
went to a cabin in Death Valley that we always go to and spent the night. We ate dinner and started settling down for the
night. The good thing about this place
is that you can hear someone driving from a mile away and even footsteps from a
good distance. We didn't see anyone all
day on the trip thru the canyon and into the evening. We shut off the lantern about 9:00 p.m.. About 11:00 we woke up to what sounded like
pipes being moved around underneath the cabin, we just thought rats so we went
to sleep again. About an hour later we
woke up to a sound like cardboard being dragged across the rocks outside. So we went out armed to the teeth (remember
Wrong Turn?) wanting to know who's out there.
Didn't see anyone, any tracks or heard anymore sounds so we went back
in. We got settled down again when we
heard a car door being slammed shut (there's a car port at the cabin, we were
in one vehicle, it was locked up tight and we didn't hear anyone pull up). We said "That's it we're outta
here", so we loaded up and left in about 30 minutes. I thought it might be a ghost of someone that
Charles Manson murdered because his cabin is about 5 miles from the cabin we
stayed at.
Story that Really
Happened
By:
krystalosborne22@yahoo.com
I have always been able
to see things and feel things that most people haven't been able to do. As a
child, I would often see strange shadows in my room. I'd watch them slide under
my door. I used to cover my head with my blanket and pray that they'd go away.
Me and my sister shared a room and we had bunk beds. One particular night we
went to bed a bit later than we usually did. About 2 in the morning I was
suddenly awoken by a strange feeling. You know the one where the little hairs
on the back of your neck raise and you feel like you're being watched. I sat
up( I slept on the top bunk) and leaned over my bed to wake my sister. After
she was awake, I told her about the feeling I had. She scared very easily so
she climbed up to my bed to lie with me, It had probably been about five
minutes since she had moved when we felt our bed give an almighty shake. We
held onto to each other completely frozen in fear. Out bed comtinued to shake
for about ten minutes. It shook so hard that I think it may have actually left
the floor for a brief period. We called for our parents and they came in. It
stopped the moment they had opened the
door. They said we had just watched to much t.v. and had let our imaginations
run away. Needless to say me ans her decided to sleep with mom and dad that
night. The bed shaking never quite until I was about 14 years old. By then I
had gotten used to it and tended to ingore it. My sister was different though.
She slept in the living room a lot. It stopped doing the shaking though about
14, like I said. Me and my sister, of course, still tried to persude people
that the bed really did shake at night. People thought we were just joking
around and trying to scare them. I had told my boyfriend about it when we were
15 and he seemed to think it funny, too. When we were aound 18-19 he and his
friend ended up staying at our house do to a blizzard. My sister eagerly gave
up our room and me and her slept in the living room while my boyfriend slept on
the bed (by then, we didn't have bunk beds. There was only one bed in there
because my sis insisted that she didn't one and often slept in the living
room). while his friend slept on the floor. After I had fallen asleep I heard
someone calling my name. It was my boyfriend so I went to find out what he
needed but before I had even reached the hall him and his friend came charging
out about knocking me over. They told me my bed had begun to shake very bad.
The friend who was on the floor swore to me that he saw red eyes under the bed
and that he would never sleep in that room again. It's funny though. Both me
and my parents bedrooms both had problems. My dad would never admit it, but my
mom would be sure to let us know that she felt strange things too. Another
strange story involves me as a child around 8 years old. My sister was staying
the night at a friends house, my parents were outside saying goodbye to company
and I was alone in the living room holding my cat Felipe. It was Christmas time
so our tree was lit. It was against one wall. Our couch was across from it.
That's where I was sitting. I heard a crash in my parents bedroom and got
scared. I heard laughing and footsteps that seemed to be running down our hall.
My cat had gone crazy and was really scratching me. I looked up to see if I
could see anything and almost wet myself. A small black creature with long ears
and hair growing out of them came into our living room full tilt and ran into
our Christmas tree with such force that it knocked it over. I was completly
stunned and just sat there watching. The creature seemed to melt away. Now that
I think about it I would almost have to describe him as part goat. Like his
legs were like goat legs, bent the way that they are. His torso was sorta human
looking, only wrinkly. His ears were long and almost sort of bent at the top.
He had a long nose also. It's hard to describe the face. I supose the best way
would be to say it looked kinda like an orc from lord of the rings. I told
everyone about this creature but everyone seemed to think i was a lunatic. Last
year I went home for my mom's birthday and told the story to my mom's friend
and neighbor, Barb. It surprised me to find that she didn't laugh at me.
Instead, she said that a kid that lived near my parents had told her the same
story not too long before. The kid said he'd been sitting in the kitchen and
thought he saw someone looking in the window. When he went to check, he saw the
creature there and it spoke. It was in another language. I can't remember the
words it said, but the way she said it, it sounded like latin. Anyway, I have
many more stories, but feel it would take up too much time to relive every
single one. Thanks for your time :)
Sleep Over
By: dkcole@cableone.net
I was having a friend
spend the night at my house. We had just gotten back
from a movie and decided
to sleep in the basement. I felt like We were being
watched from the extra
bedroom. When my friend looked over she saw a face
form out of the t-shirts
that were hanging to dry. We decided maybe it would
be better to just go to
sleep. Both of us were just about asleep at 2:30 AM
when we heard footsteps
in the basement with us. At first I thought that it
was my dad, he gets up
at odd times of night occasionally. Then I realized
that no one had come
down the stairs. Also if my dad had come downstairs the
dog would have followed.
We both noticed that the room had started getting
very cold. My friend and
I agreed to look toward the spare bedroom at the
same time. We looked and
saw a woman wearing a white dress (19th century
style) standing in the
door way (I could only see the feet but she saw the
body and faceless head).
By this time it was quite cold but we decided just
to wait it out, figuring
she would leave. Not so. The heater started
clicking like chain
hitting metal. Then we felt her enter the room and sit
in the chair next to
where we were still on the floor. It was like she was
there to protect us.
Then my friend said "look at the mirror." We had both
seen faces of the woman
and a hooded man who was dark and shadowed. He acted
like he was trapped in
the glass case with the mirror behind it. We both
tried to get up but were
held down in the room with the spirits. Finally we
got up and ran upstairs.
As soon as we got up we heard screaming, high
pitched noises and metal
sounds coming from the basement. This is not the
only time appearanes
have happened there. The TV also turns on by its self,
only to turn off when
you reach the doorway. And rocking chairs rock on
their own. Well that's
the story hope you enjoy!
My Grandparents
By:
jesslea8304@yahoo.com
We brought both of my
grandparents home to pass away peacefully.
I lived with them for the first seven years of my life. I loved them both with all my heart. My granfather had been sick for several years
with diabetes. Finally it was to much
for him. We took him home in June of my
senior year in high school. Death is a
strange thing. He thought he was gone
before he really was. They had taken his
pacemaker out and it was a matter of time.
My family made me and my cousins go on to school the next morning. My grandfather lived for 20 hours. At about 10 something I was sitting in class
and just felt the need to leave. I
grabbed my stuff and headed for home. My
cousin met me at the stairs. He knew I
already knew. We didn't even say
anything just left. I got up and left at
almost the exact time of death. That was
one of the worst days of my life.
That was in June. In September I move back in with my
grandmother. She had been sick for going
on 8 years with emphsemia. I didn't
realize moving into my grandfathers room meant sharing it with him. I would always wake up to someone in the
bathroom, which was in the bedroom. You
could hear them washing their hands, shaving,
running the shower. And everytime
I would make sure everyone was asleep before I would freak out. My grandmother always reassured me it was my
grandpa. It still creeped me out. One night I was searching for this certain
song he would play for me when I was younger.
I looked through all of his tapes and settled on it being a lost
cause. The next morning i woke up to the
song playing. I ran straight to my
grandma. She told me to tell him not to
scare me. After that I always had a
comfortable feeling when I was at home.
The beginning of
November was filled with heart ache. My
uncle died suddenly of a massive heart attack.
This made my granmother so upset she ended up in the hospital. Three
days later we brought her home. She
lived for 3 days. She suffered
alot. It was awful. After taking all
those days I had to attend my certified nursing class. At lunch time I needed to call home. I let it ring and ring. I knew someone had to be there. Finally my Uncle answered the phone. Hesitant to give the phone to my mom, I just
hung up and left class. When I got home
my Mother informed me that when the phone rang my grandmother took her last
breathe.
Her presence was also
known after her death. Only I think she
remembered that I freak out because she let me know she was there in a subtle
way. Like closing doors for me. And sometimes after they were gone I would
just sit in the house and cry and reminsce then I would feel as though they
were hugging me or so thing like that.
Just comforting me i guess. My
grandfather also visited me in a dream telling me that I would be fine that
they would always be with me. I beleive
it because there have been so many times I should have gotten hurt or in
trouble, something made me change my mind about whatever it was. They are my Guardian Angels. Cherish your family they will help you even
after death.
Detroit Michigan
By:
KittyKatFish68@aol.com
This is a true story...
i have told it to a few people that i know believe in the paranormal, but don't
want to sound like a quack to those that don't, so i kinda keep it to myself...
i lived Detroit...
we moved in when i was 4... i used to hear footsteps at night & the
creaking of the floor but assumed it was my mom or stepdad... i used to get
really creepy feelings that i was being watched as well... one morning i was
laying in bed & a this weird feeling came over me... my eyes popped open
& i saw a bluish-white apparition floating in the doorway of my bedroom...
like it was watching me... it looked a human figure, only it had no feet or
visible parts like fingers, eyes, etc.... i laid there for about 10 minutes
just watching it to see what it would do or see if my eyes were playing tricks
on me... i could hear my mom getting ready for work in the bathroom, but i was
frozen in fear waiting for something to happen... finally, after realizing this
thing wasn't about to go anywhere, i called for my mom... as soon as i yelled "mom",
it disappeared... i found out when i got older that the old man that owned our
house had died there... we heard it was suicide, but never followed up on it...
Happened Until I Left
By:
m.vaughn1@comcast.net
I have had paranormal
experiences since I was a child. The first happened when i was about 5. We
lived in a house in Bakersfield CA, and I remember walking down the hallway
into the bathroo and as I walked into the bathroom I felt very scared. I looked
up for some reason and I saw a pair of eyes staring at me. I do not know the
history of that house. Fastfoward a few years... My mom, grandma and I lived in
a new house (we were the first ones to live there) EVERYtime I was upstairs I
felt afraid, I heard things when there was nothing there, it was a two story
house and I could never just walk down the stairs because as I would walk down
the hallway to the stairs my chest would get very tight and the hair on my neck
would stand up. I would wake up in the middle of the night and feel a pressence
by me I would just shut my eyes and pray that it would leave me alone. It
continued to happen until I left the house.
Ghost of My Dog
By:
barnes9200@hotmail.com
When I was 11 my sister
came home and bugged my dad to let us have a pup from her boyfriend's dog's
litter. We got the pick of the litter,
and my sister named her Annabelle.
Despite my father's objections, Annie became more than just a household
pet.
My mother said it always
seemed as if Annabelle understood us like she was a person. You could actually talk to her, and she would
nod her head, or she would just look at you and pay attention. She also seemed to be saying OUT when she
wanted to go outside. She always had different
barks for different reasons, and the one to go out always struck us as funny
because it did sound like the word out.
One occasion that struck
us funny is after she had a surgery for gastric torsion. Before that, she was very protective of me,
but afterward she grew quite fond of my dad.
He was the one who told the vet despite the costs or risks to do the
surgery. She actually jumped up on my
dad when we picked her up after surgery and laid at his feet constantly.
She also was very fond
of my mom. It was almost like a ritual
that when my mom fed her, she put her nose up and kissed my mom's cheek when
she was fed.
Here's the good part...
She was almost 13 and we
could see her health deteriorating.
Then, I was at my boyfriend's house, and had the most horrid dream that
she died, and I actually woke up crying.
Right after I woke up, my dad called and said to get home and we had to
take her to the vet. When I got home my
parents were distraught and said she did not come out from under their bed all
night, and refused to. I went in their
room and said "Annie, I'm home, let's go" and she came right out, and
immediately went to our car and got in when we opened the door. At the vet's office my father became upset
and begged the vet to "just give her something so she could go home with
us". Our vet cried and said there
was nothing she could do. I then said
"Daddy, we have to let her go.
She's miserable." and she looked up at me and actually smiled
:) She was put down shortly after.
After she was gone, we decided to keep her ashes from her cremation. I went out in our yard to spread them in her favorite spots. As I did this, a small white butterfly landed on my shoulder. I tried three times to shoo it off, and it would not move. My mom said "Look at that!" and I said "Annabelle", an