Museum and Others
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
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.
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.
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.
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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.
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
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.
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.
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
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 :)
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!
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.
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
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
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", and the butterfly flew away.
Then, we did not have another dog in the house for about 2-3 weeks. One day I was in my room lying down and my door opened. Thinking it was our cat, I got up and shut the door. I looked out and saw Annabelle in the hallway. She looked at me, and I said "Annie, come here, I miss you!" and she vanished. This happened another time when the dog that "replaced" her in the house was at the vet overnight for surgery. Again, my door opened, I went to shut it, and there she was.
We've also heard nails clicking on our tile floors, thuds on our living room floor as if she's there laying down, and once I felt something brush up against me in our kitchen and breathing. Thinking it was my present dog, I turned around and nothing was there.
The night I went into labor, my husband and I were on our way to the hospital. Driving along a back road, my husband said "Look there on the side of the road!" I looked and saw a dog exactly like my Annie sitting there and looking at us. When I looked back to see if the dog was still there, it was gone. I even made my husband turn around, but no dog was there. Annie wishing her congrats?
Lastly, before she passed, my parents and I were sitting in the living room one night and all of a sudden Annie came up to each of us and nudged us with her nose and licked our faces. She did this to each of us, one after the other. We like to think of this as her "goodbye".
My son has even had his run ins with my pooch. He often talks about the "big puppy" that wakes him up and is in his room (our dog is crated at night). He's even seen dogs similar to Annabelle on TV and has said "That dog in my room!". My husband's even walked near his bed at night only to trip over something in front of the bed. Looking down, there is nothing there. He even has tripped at the top of our stairs. By the way...the top of the steps, next to beds, under beds, and the living rooms were Annie's favorite places to keep her "watch" over us while she was alive. Well, I got a butterfly tattoo on my left shoulder to remind me of my beloved Annabelle, and heck, if I have a ghost around, it may as well be her. Sure beats some of the other "guests" from the other side I've encountered.
GHOST BOY---4 PART STORY
MY 7 YEAR OLD GRANDSON HAS SEEN GHOST BOY AND TALKED ABOUT HIM SINCE HE WAS TWO YEARS OLD---BUT ONE DAY LAST YEAR I GOT A CHANCE TO SEE HIM----ON A MONDAY IN OCTOBER 2003 I WAS MAKING A CAKE FOR MY SON-IN-LAWS BIRTHDAY---(COINCIDENTALLY HE HAPPENS TO BE THE POLICE OFFICER THAT WORKS FOR WHITMER HIGH SCHOOL IN TOLEDO, OHIO THAT YOU MENTION ON YOUR WEB SITE)---I WAS GOING TO MAKE HIM A CAKE I HADN'T MADE HIM BEFORE, BUT HE SPECIAL ORDERED A GERMAN CHOCOLATE CAKE. THE WHOLE TIME I WAS MAKING THE CAKE I HAD THIS OVERWHELMING FEELING SOMEONE WAS IN THE ROOM WITH ME---IF I HAD TURNED AROUND AND SOMEONE HAD BEEN BEHIND ME I WOULD NOT HAVE BEEN SURPRISED---WHEN I GOT THE RECIPE OUT FOR THE FROSTING, I NOTICED SOME OF THE INGREDIENTS HAD FADED WITH AGE SO I RE-WROTE OVER THE FADED AREAS. THEN I PUT IT ON TOP OF MY RECIPE BOX AND GOT THE FIRST INGREDIENT AND PUT IT IN THE MIXER---I WENT BACK FOR THE SECOND INGREDIENT AND ADDED IT TO THE MIXER---WHEN I WENT BACK FOR THE THIRD INGREDIENT THE RECIPE HAD SWITCHED TO THE RECIPE OF THE CAKE I WAS GOING TO MAKE HIM BEFORE HE ASKED FOR GERMAN CHOCOLATE. THE FROSTING RECIPE WAS UNDERNEATH. I WAS SHOCKED AND A LITTLE SCARED BECAUSE I KNEW SOMEONE WAS WITH ME IN THE ROOM----THE SECOND PART---ON FRIDAY I HAD LUNCH WITH A FRIEND AND MY TWO DAUGHTERS AND WE TALKED ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED---MY DAUGHTER---THAT NEVER TALKS ABOUT SUCH THINGS, JUST ABOUT FLOORED ME WHEN SHE SAYS, "WE HAVE A GHOST BOY IN OUR BASEMENT---I SEE HIM IN THE CORNER WHEN I GO DOWN THERE". SHE HAD NEVER MENTIONED THIS, EVEN THOUGH HER SON TALKS ABOUT THE GHOST HE SEE'S OFTEN. NOTHING MORE WAS SAID, AS WE WERE LEAVING AND WALKING TO OUR CARS AS SHE TOLD US THIS.-----PART THREE----ON THE FOLLOWING MONDAY I WAS AGAIN IN THE KITCHEN MAKING CUT OUT COOKIES FOR MY GRANDSONS HALLOWEEN PARTY---GHOST COOKIES--HA-HA--MY THREE YEAR OLD GRANDSON WAS ON THE POT AND NEEDED ME---WHEN I TURNED TO GO TOWARDS THE BATHROOM I SAW SOMEONE RUN BY FROM THE BATHROOM INTO MY BEDROOM. I JUST ASSUMED IT WAS MY GRANDSON BECAUSE WE WERE THE ONLY TWO IN THE HOUSE. WHEN I WALKED IN, HE WAS STILL ON THE POT AND I KNEW WHAT I HAD SEEN. LOOKING BACK ON IT, I REALIZED IT WAS A BOY AND A BLUR BUT TALLER THEN MY GRANDSON. A FEW HOURS LATER I WAS ON THE COMPUTER. MY GRANDSON WAS ON THE CHAIR WITH ME, WHEN I HEARD SOMETHING RUNNING--IT SOUNDED LIKE A FAN--I GOT UP TO INVESTIGATE AND IN THE NEXT ROOM MY GRANDSONS TOY HOOVER SWEEPER HAD BEEN TURNED ON. I TOLD THE GHOST HE WAS DEAD AND NEEDED TO GO TO THE OTHER SIDE TO BE WITH THE PEOPLE THAT LOVED HIM. I TOLD HIM TO FIND THE LIGHT AND GO TO IT, BUT IF HE INSISTED ON STAYING HERE, I NEED TO KNOW WHEN HE IS AROUND. I ASKED HIM TO TURN A PICTURE FRAME SIDEWAYS WHEN HE IS IN THE HOUSE. I HAVE FOUR FRAMES ON THE TV, AND IT IS THE ONLY ONE THAT MOVES ON OCCASION. ALMOST TO THE POINT OF FALLING OFF THE TV.-----PART FOUR---THE NEXT DAY WHEN I SAW MY DAUGHTER I TOLD HER WHAT HAPPENED. ALL SHE SAID WAS "MOM WHAT DID HE LOOK LIKE". WITHOUT EVEN THINKING ABOUT IT, I SAID HE IS THIS HIGH AND HAS LOTS OF HAIR. USING MY HANDS TO DEMONSTRATE HOW IT BUSHES OUT. SHE SAID, "OH MY GOD, THATS THE LITTLE BOY IN MY BASEMENT". SINCE LAST OCTOBER I HAVE NOT SEEN HIM BUT MY DAUGHTER HAS IN HER HOUSE. INFACT, ONE DAY SHE WAS MAKING SANDWICHES FOR SCHOOL LUNCHES AND A SHADOW MOVED PAST HER TO HER LEFT. SHE WAS TRYING TO RATIONALIZE WHAT IT COULD BE WHEN THE 7 YEAR OLD SAID,"MOM A GHOST JUST WALKED BY". ALSO TO PROVE HOW INNOCENT CHILDREN ARE WITH THESE THINGS. HERE IS AN ADDED STORY TO GHOST BOY--WEEKS AFTER THE TOY INCIDENT---WE WERE COMING HOME FROM DINNER AND THE BOYS WERE SPENDING THE NIGHT. WHEN WE PULLED IN THE DRIVEWAY THE 7 YEAR OLD YELLS---"GHOST BOY IS HERE GRANDMA---I SAW HIM IN THE WINDOW. " WHEN WE CAME IN THE DOOR THE 7 YEAR OLD SEE'S HIM STANDING THERE AND ASKS ME IF I CAN SEE HIM BUT I TOLD HIM I COULDN'T. AS WE ARE GOING TO BED THE 7 YEAR OLD SAY'S, " I WONDER IF GHOST BOY IS GOING TO PULL ON MY TOES TONIGHT". I ASKED IF HE DOES THAT OFTEN AND HE SAID,"ONLY WHEN I SEE HIM". BY THE WAY I HAD TO MOVE THE PICTURE BACK, IT WAS READY TO FALL OFF THE TV.
I would like to tell you all of a chilling experience that happened to me. It was 1999 I was a Junior in High School and was spending the night at my friend Meredith's house. She lived in the old part of Concord NC- which is full of old shops and gas stations and houses. She had told me before the first time I went over to her house that her house was haunted- She said she never experienced anything but her parents had- She slept down stairs in a room right off from the front door and her room joined with their "family room". Her mother slept at the far end of the house and they had one room up stairs called the round room- because it was a complete circle. She claimed to have heard noises up there.
We (Meredith, Me and one other girl) came in late one night at about 2:30 after visiting with our boyfriends and got in bed. She had a large bed so we all slept in it, we finished smoking a cigarette and had finally quit talking and tried going to sleep. Well all the sudden we heard a music box playing and then people talking (kinda muffled) in a different language. Meredith's friend was the first to say what was that? And Meredith said her TV was old and sometimes sound comes out when it's not on. So she got up and walked to the door way of the Family room to the bookshelf (it was an old built in the wall book shelf where the TV was- The TV faced the family room) and turned on the TV and flipped through some channels and turned it back off- and hopped back into bed- We smoked another cigarette cause our nerves were kinda shot and once again we settled down for bed-
That was when we heard it again- All of us- The music box and the People talking in different languages-we contemplated really quick on what to do- She changed the channel but yet the same noises were heard. She quickly jumped up a yanked the TV plug out of the wall and got back into bed. There- I thought- that fixed it. Just as I was about to doze off- We heard it again- That time was all got up and walked up to the TV- the TV was unplugged and there was sound coming out of the speakers! We all grabbed shoes and car keys and purses and ran out of the house! We drove around until 6:00 when the sun started to come up- we did get pulled over at about 4:15 cause the cops were wondering what a bunch of girls were doing out so late at night and we told him our ghost story and he looked at us so weird. But hey- he let us go!
I also have another slightly chilling story that just recently happened- The aired a special on TV about the Exorcist. I was at my friend Blake's house and we were not really paying attention to it- Just talking and drinking beer- We decided to go down to his party house near the water and he got up and turned off the TV (a commercial was on) and we all stood up at the same time (3 of us) and Blake turned around to face us and the TV turned back on and the screen was all black with red letters that read "The Curse of the Exorcist". Talk about freaky! I was freaked out! Not to mention a guy came up to his dock at 2 in the morning saying he ran out of gas and floated up to his dock and wanted to hang out and drink beer with us- He turned out to be OK but he did kind of remind me of the preacher from the exorcist. Freaky!
Hello there I would like to share with you my experience of seeing a spirit.
Well I am not sure why I am sharing this with you I have mostly kept this secret for 19 years but reading your other stories I would like to add this one. I was fourteen walking outside in the street with my two friends when all of a sudden I had an incredible urge to look up and there under the street lamp was a beautiful women hovering mid air, she looked like someone out of the past she had a hood on like Arabic women wear but without the veal, the sense of seeing her was unbelievable like a huge adrenalin rush and one with unexplained belief mixed with awesome renewal in belief.
I remember looking into her eyes she was radiating white light around her but her eyes were so very deeply beautiful and she looked so vibrant and alive full of perfect peace she had a friendly smile as if not to frighten me, but I was and I began to run on down the street. Which to this day I regret. Any way many years past about ten years and I was drinking in a bar when I spotted my friend of all those years ago also in the bar, we got talking and I invited him back home for a catch up chat and a spa. While in the pool I asked him “do you remember when we were friends as teenagers and walking out at night?” but before I could finish saying what I was to say he said to me “Well at least she didn’t look down at us” which confirmed that he had seen her too. This was no hallucination. This just told me now I know that there are different worlds.
I would like to tell you about an experience I had. About 4 years ago I was
living in an apartment with my cousin and his wife. I worked at a Fast food
restaurant, I often rode my bike to work, didn't really need a car, it was
only a few miles away. Anyway, I believe both places had spirits. The
apartment, well, I was up late one night, playing video games in my room,
and the door knob turned, and the door opened on its own. The scary part was
that both my cousin and his wife are heavy sleepers, and they were asleep.
The next incidient what I rember about that place, was when the house caught
fire. My cousins wife, who is the heaviest sleeper, and the one the farthest
away from the fire woke first to the fire. Now, I am generllay a light
sleeper, but I was the last one up. What ever was there woke her up first
for the fire, thankfully, we lost nothing, save a few article of clothing.
The spirit saved us I think. Now for my job at the time, I had always
thought that there was something there, I would hear voices coming from the
lobby after dark, when all the crew had left, or things would get cleaned
when no one was around. But one night, I heard the voices as I was getting
ready to leave, and I said good night to bob, what I had named the ghost. As
I rode home, I had an overwhelming sense of dread, like whatever was at the
store was following me home. I was so scared that I could not sleep that
night. I was glad to have my cat that night, I think she help protect me.
Now the scariest part of the ride, was that I could feel something evil
behind me, but there was nothing there. I never felt anything like that
before, and since.
My First Spirit Interaction
What can I say; I've a lot of stories that sound like "a good story".
I was working in a nursing home in Colorado Springs, CO. There was an elderly woman who had come in during a week in October of '90. I had seen "family gatherings" when the residents were "getting ready" to die. This one was different. The more I worked with her (no, I don't remember her name, just that her son was a well-known lawyer in Colorado Springs.), the more I didn’t feel right.
During this same week, she died before I came on shift. I had to clean her up before the funeral home came to collect her body. I was off for a couple of days when I got back things were a “little” odd. I’m used to seeing a “party” at the end of the hall, this night was going to be different. Night came with its usual duties; all the residents were in bed. I don’t know why, I had put all the wheelchairs in the rooms. That is a big NO-NO! I got my charge nurse, who also is psychic. We went through the hall, checked the rooms. We got to the last room on the left. Guess what room! We looked around Joyce and I. Joyce called me over to the picture window. We saw a turquoise colored “globe”, the only thing that was close to that was one of the pictures we used for serving water but that was behind the divider curtain.
Joyce told me to go into the room and “see” what I felt. I “felt” someone on the bed. I asked Joyce “what should we do?” “Do what you feel needs to be done” she said. I thought she should come out and join “the party” at the end of the hall. Joyce told me she was shaking a finger at me, as if to say she not going to do that. I put my hand out and felt it get cold, and put an arm around her. I could feel her weight and frailness (to my surprise). As I brought her out to the hallway, I felt a strange spinning almost a spiral. In this spiral I felt and could see a “light”. As I got her out in the hall, I could feel her “lifting” until she was gone. I felt exhausted, like I had worked 4 shifts in a row.
That is just one of my many experiences I’ve encountered. In all fairness, I’ve worked as a psychic for American Association of Professional Psychics for 3 ½ years. This happened long before AAPP.
My mother and I also experience what feels like animals getting on the bed.
After our over weight poodle died of old age, it felt like her getting on the bed, both mine and my mothers, she use to come and get on both our beds and the same feeling when my cats died, I had two die within 4 months of each other.
We also had a rottweiler die and you could even see the bed sink down when it felt like her getting on the bed. This has happened off and on for many years now. But about 6 months ago I felt something like an animal get on the bed and lay on my feet, I was laying on my back and my feet literally bent downward. I'm thinking it must have been the poodle cause of the weight of it. Now that was a weird feeling.
Wayne County Goshen Cemetary Richmond Indiana
I am a witness to the sightings at Goshen Cemetary, in Richmond Indiana Wayne County. I use to live on the property at the house there. The northwest corner of the cemetary by the Oak tree is where the babies are. My sisters are buried there under the Oak tree. You can feel their presence, a very uneasy feeling very heavy and alot of sadness, it is a very scary thing to experience and be related to the ones who haunt this cemetary.
The lights in the woods are true also.the lady in white and hearing the footsteps to it is a feeling like someone is watching you all the time.
Updates to Haunted Areas
I am a resident to the state of Wisconsin. I was born in the city of Watertown Wisconsin, I am 24 at this date and time that I write this letter to you. I was not aware of any haunted places in state of Wisconsin until I turned 16. Thats when I learned about a haunting right out side of city of Jefferson, Wisconsin. The haunting it self you do have listed in the many different places that are haunted in Wisconsin, The name of the site is called Paradise Road . This is what you have written down for a description of the site:
Witnesses report feeling an eerie presence. They have heard inhuman screams, seen short, robed shapes in the woods, and have even seen a raccoon, decapitated, with blood glistening in the headlights, but no blood on the road and no head anywhere in sight. Location is on Paradise Road, a right turn shortly after you pass Saint Colettes. Advice is to STAY OUT OF THE WOODS ON THE LEFT-HAND SIDE
I want to add a update to this site. I wasnt able to do a full ghost haunt because at the moment I cant afford all the gear that you need. On Saturday, October 9,2004, At 10:00 P.M. I arrived out at the site with a two other my friends. Of course I had to go on the left hand side of the woods.. This is my experienced as followed with beening on the left hand side.
AT first me and my friends were just walking in the woods toward the back of the woods I am not sure as to what directtion we were traveling. About Id say with in 10 mintue walking time we stopped , to look around. At first we didnt feel or see anything out of the norm. Then as we turned to head back towards our car thats when it happen.
I am not sure what it was But 30 feet behind use it sounded like something had fallen out of a tree, the best way I can explained the sound is like if a hand full of acorns or rocks where thrown out of a tree and hit the ground with a loud thud sound. Me and my friends both turned to look in the direction of the sound we ever searched the tree tops and to no a vile did we find anything. So we turned and walked back towards our car. In the time we were walking to our car we did by accident get turned around in the woods.
Then we stopped again to figure out where we were and to chat some more and thats when the second time happened, but this time the sound had to of been at least 10 feet behind use and also the same kind of sound was heard something hitting the forest floor.
My friend caught the branches of a tree about 10 feet to our right was shacking as if something had been up in it. But Still we found nothing Also before we heard the sound I felt as if something either passed by me with in 3 inches of left side my face which made me jump as I jump is when we heard the sound.
We eventual made our way back to the car but me and my friend both say what ever it was. Was tracking use down like a wild animal would do to its prey . Because ever time we stopped it stop but each time it was closer then the last time, After the second time we deiced to leave because we didnt feel it be in our best interest to meet face to face with ever was in the woods with use. I will be going back into left side of the woods some other time to do more research and I will keep you up to date. As far as going into right hand side of the woods, I am not sure if that side is really haunted or not . But I will also check that out to let everyone know what I find out.
I am not sure if you can use this as a update to the link, but the left hand side in my option what ever is there does leave you with a eerie feeling as if you benign watched or possible followed if you venture into left hand side.
Once again with my friend Terri, I was spending the night over at her house and we were laying in bed just talking, like teenagers do and we had a small light on listening to music and then all of a sudden, at the same time Terri and I froze up. I felt so scared, It felt like someone was standing in her doorway. It felt like he/it was comming into the room towards the bed and we were whispering to each other and could tell each other where we felt like it was moving to, then we felt the end corner of the bed go down like as if someone had sat down. Then it got up and we could tell each other where it was but this time it was leaving. It was very scarry like as if it might not have been a good spirit.
One time I went over to my best friends house and her whole family was outside looking next door, to what was once her grandfathers house, he had died about 6 months before, and when I got out of the car her father asked me "tell me what do you see in the window over there".
I looked and got really spooked, in the plate glass window was her grandfather. He was just standing there as if he was looking out the window, but what was strange is that he looked moore like he was in the glass because he was somewhat transparent.,
I told them I want to go home and her dad kept telling me "no, tell me what do you see" and I told him "it looks like Terri's grandfather, now can I go home?". Then I left. It was really odd and for so many people to see it at one time. There was her mom and dad and brother and sister.
Don't question the email, but I'm a boy using my mums email. I haven't had a very large ghostly experience that could have been a dream, but this is the stuff that I know I was awake for.
I'm 16 years old and my parents are separated. My dad moved into a flat in which an old woman who was the previous resident had died, being a big ghost fan I liked the idea of having a ghost. Almost immediately I had a kind of small experience in the (really pink) bathroom. I was using the facilities at the time, when I felt someone pulling on my shirt from behind me. My little brother has a habit of being very annoying and I turned around to tell him to get lost when I saw there was no one there.
During my year so far living there I have seen someone walking about the place, the weird thing is that I don't think the ghost who i think haunts the place is the old woman, because when I see this person walking about it is the shape of an adult man I see. Though I haven't actually seen him clearly both time he was walking next to my 5 year old brother, so he was easily distinguishable from him, and both times I have seen him I thought it was my other brother, but when I look round there is no-one there. Also I have caught glimpses of a similar shapes man walking about for a fraction of a second but he is entirely black.
I have had other small experiences before this, whilst doing my homework I began to hear someone whistling tunelessly right in front of my face, my dog doesn't want to go into the bathroom, which I always feel a presence in, (not a good thing when nature calls). Also, just yesterday, I was stroking my cat and he suddenly snapped to the attention of something I couldn't see in the doorway, u know, like cats do sometimes, this would be normal except whilst looking, his eyes glazed over and his pupils grew to massive size as if in a room of pitch dark, as far as I know, my cat is not going blind. Also, when I am alone in my bedroom, I can sometimes here someone moving what sounds like a chair across my kitchen floor.
Though I have seen things, the rest of my family remains clueless to it, the ghost has never interacted with me, though it has creeped me out a lot nothing has ever interacted with me, and I have no want to try speaking with any ghosts.
Perhaps growing up down the block from a funeral home has made me more sensitive to ghosts than other people. Since I was ten years old or so, I've been having brushes with the paranormal. My most memorable experience was my first, which was in late 1997. At the time, I was ten years old.
A childhood friend of mine, Eddie, had recently passed away, the victim of a murder. I missed him terribly, even though we hadn't seen each other in a few years. One night, maybe two or three months after his death, I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night. A dim light filtered through my half-opened door, thanks to the living room light. But there was another source of light, coming from the opposite side of my bed, which had no sources of light other than a window, which was covered by a shade at the time. At first, I couldn't tell what it was, but after a moment, I saw that it was a hand. That hand was attached to an arm, I realized, as I looked up. It was Eddie. He was standing next to my bed. I thought I was dreaming, so I pinched myself. It hurt, so I was completely awake. I don't think he said anything to me, but I remember feeling very calmed by his presence.
Since then, I haven't seen him. I think that he's moved on to heaven, and that he just came to my room in order to say goodbye. I've had other experiences, but none so moving or so concrete as this one. I'll always remember Eddie, and I find it comforting that even in the afterlife, he remembered me.
North of Fisk, MO on DD Hwy is an old white house that was occupied by my grandparents until 1980. My grandma had told me several stories of happenings there. One that stands out in my mind due to seeing it for myself was my Great Uncle Louis who walked with a cane. I remember sitting in the living room downstairs and watching TV. The sound of the tv would go off and I could hear footsteps with the thud of a cane on the upstairs hardwood floors. After the footsteps stopped, the tv would go back to normal. Nobody was in the house but me
We live in the country and at the time we had to keep the gates closed because we had our horse out in the yard.
I was in my room and wanted to tell my mother something, so I walked into the living room where my mother was laying on the couch.
When I walked in she turned her head towards me like she was listening to me and I glanced up at the fire place across the room from me and when I looked back down at the couch she was gone and there was no way she could have left the room without me, I looked up and out the window and my mother was at the gate letting my dad out to go to work.
I didn't know what to do, to leave or what, I went to my room shut the door and called my friend.
A similar thing happened, but with my dad.
I was in the bathroom and the door was open and dad walked by, stopped and looked at me and said "good morning Laura" and I said "good morning Daddy."
I finished in the bathroom and went to get dressed in my room. When I got dressed I went into the kitchen and asked my mother "where's Daddy, is he not feeling well?" (My dad was a diabetic) she told me that she hadn't seen him all morning. So I didn't think too much of it and then when he got up I asked him if he was feeling OK and he said "yeah, I'm fine, why?" So I told him "well you got up and then you went back to bed," then he told me that he hadn't been up at all.
Most of this stuff happened during the 1980s, I don't know what was going on with the spirit world at that time, but something must have been different then.
THE VANISHING ANIMAL
THIS IS ABOUT AN INCIDENT THAT HAPPENED TO MY FOLKS IN THEIR OWN BACKYARD.
THEY BOTH HAPPENED TO BE PRETTY SOFT-HEARTED WHEN IT CAME TO ANIMALS, WHETHER TAME OR WILD, THEY FELT THE SAME ABOUT THEM ALL. THEY HAD A GOOD SIZED BACK YARD AND THEY HAD PLANTED TWO PEAR TREES AND AN APPLE TREE NEXT TO THE GARDEN IN THE BACK. THEY HAD A FENCE AROUND THE YARD AND THIS KEPT OUT MOST ANIMALS BUT THEY STILL HAD A PROBLEM WITH POSSUMS GETTING IN THERE TO GET TO THE FRUIT IN THE FALL.
WELL, DAD DIDN'T WANT TO SHOOT THEM OR PUT OUT POISON AS HE JUST WANTED TO GET RID OF THEM BECAUSE THEY TENDED TO MAKE NESTS IN HIS SHED AND THEY WERE PRETTY NASTY IF YOU GOT TOO CLOSE TO THEM. HE THEN WENT OUT AND BOUGHT A CAGE TRAP THAT WORKED WITH A TRIGGER THAT CLOSED A DOOR BEHIND THE ANIMAL BUT DIDN'T HURT IT. HE WOULD SET THE TRAP , GO TO BED AND CHECK IT IN THE MORNING. IF IT WAS FULL, HE WOULD TAKE IT OUT IN THE COUNTRY AND RELEASE IT A GOOD DISTANCE FROM HOME.
ONE EVENING, HE SET THE TRAP AND WENT IN THE HOUSE TO GO TO BED. A COUPLE OF HOURS LATER , HE HEARD A LOUD COMMOTION COMING FROM THE DIRECTION OF THE TRAP. HE LOOKED AT THE TRAP WITH A FLASHLIGHT AND IT WAS AT THE END OF ITS TETHER AND BOUNCING UP AND DOWN.
THEY THEN GOT UP AND WENT DOWN TO INVESTIGATE THIS TRAP BECAUSE POSSUMS CAUGHT IN A TRAP ARE USUALLY VERY DOCILE AND SIT THERE QUIETLY UNTIL RELEASED. HE THOUGHT THAT HE MIGHT HAVE CAUGHT SOMEONES CAT BY MISTAKE.
MY MOTHER TOLD ME LATER THAT THEY BOTH HAD THEIR FLASHLIGHTS ON THE TRAP WHICH WAS MADE OF WOOD SO YOU COULD NOT SEE THROUGH IT BUT THAT YOU COULD SEE BLACK HAIR STICKING UP THROUGH THE TRIGGER HOLE IN THE TOP AND WHEN SHE SHINED HER LIGHT DOWN THROUGH THE TRIGGER HOLE, SHE COULD SEE THE REFLECTION OFF OF AN EYE LOOKING BACK AT HER. " STAND BACK, DAD TOLD MOM , " WHATEVER IT IS ISN'T GOING TO BE VERY HAPPY WHEN IT COMES OUT OF THAT BOX".
THEY BOTH PUT THE BEAMS OF THEIR FLASHLIGHTS ON THE DOOR OF THE CAGE AND DAD PULLED IT UP TO LET IT OUT. TO THEIR AMAZEMENT, NOTHING CAME OUT. DAD BACKED WAY OFF AND SHINED HIS LIGHT CLEAR TO THE END OF THE CAGE AND IT WAS EMPTY!
MY DAD'S FAVORITE SAYING WAS" I BELIEVE NOTHING OF WHAT I HEAR AND ONLY HALF OF WHAT I SEE". HE COULD NOT BELIEVE HIS EYES . EVERY ONE OF HIS SENSES TOLD HIM THAT THERE WAS SOMETHING IN THAT TRAP , BUT THERE IT WAS; EMPTY!
IT BOTHERED HIM SO MUCH THAT, LATER ,AFTER MY MOTHER HAD TOLD ME THE STORY AND I ASKED HIM ABOUT IT, HE WOULD NOT EVEN TALK TO ME ABOUT IT. MOM TOLD ME THAT BEFORE HE PASSED AWAY, HE HAD A BIG FIRE DOWN IN THE GARDEN AND HE MUST HAVE BURNED THE TRAP BECAUSE NO SIGN OF IT WAS FOUND ABOUT FIVE YEARS LATER WHEN I HANDLED THE ESTATE WHEN MOM PASSED AWAY. UNTIL HIS DEATH, HE NEVER WOULD TALK ABOUT THAT NIGHT TO ME EVEN WHEN I TRIED TO GET HIM TO OPEN UP
I Was the Ghost
I’ve been able to see ghosts all of my life—practically every house I have ever lived in has had some sort of ghostly person or thing running around. From the old time looking Hessian soldier who protected me in my childhood home to the evil old woman who locked me in the service porch of yet another house, I always seem to have some sort of contact with the super natural. Perhaps the most vibrant one I have come in contact was a spinster woman who owned a house I moved into in Savannah.
According to legend, the house had been built in the early 1800’s by a man living on a plantation so his daughter could have a house in the town. She was not married and supposedly like the social gatherings and amenities that town had to offer. The women had lived in the house most of her adult life and had actually died in the room that I lived in.
The house had gone through many changes since that time period, but was actually quite structurally sound because it had been in as many as three fires without most of the inside being ruined. When I came to live in the house, it had been divided into four different apartments—five if you count what used to be the slave quarters/stables outside right off a tiny courtyard.
I loved the apartment from the very first—it was just perfect for me—one large room with a small kitchen and small bathroom, but I realized quickly that I was a “guest” in this house. The first week I was there I had a waking dream. As I lay on my couch asleep, I had a lucid dream of flashing lights like a strobe light and woman approaching me in a hoopskirt. She was tall and didn’t really have good features, but she could definitely speak. She spoke authoritatively saying, “You had better keep this room clean!” I lay there waking up, and although not very upset because I have seen many ghosts, decided to respect the woman’s wishes and kept that room especially clean.
She visited several other times when she didn’t particularly like what I was doing. One night, I was listening to music, heavy metal to be exact, and she must not have liked it because she made the face of my speaker fall off. Now these speakers were old and not in very good shape and I was in no particular mood to be governed by a ghost so I angrily took a hammer and some nails and hammered to face of the speaker back on. I thought to myself, “So there let me see you get that off.” I was “allowed” to listen to the music for about one minute before the entire speaker fell to ground. When I picked it back up, none of the nails were there. Now I had kept this room spotless--especially the floors which were hard wood. The nails should have been easily spotted as the room was not really big enough to engulf six nails. I searched for about twenty minutes, but none of the nails were ever found and I finally just gave up. The next day the minute I woke up I saw something shiny in the middle of the floor. To my surprise there was a little round gold pendant lying there. It stated “Liberty, Paternity, and Maternity” in bold raised letters. That pendant was not there before and I had never seen it before.
She was not the only ghost in the house though. A mischievous little slave boy ran around the house pulling pranks. He laughed a lot and liked to move things around a lot. Even my neighbor had seen him. During Christmas of that year, I saw him quite a bit—peaking around corners, opening my shower curtain, turning off and on various electrically appliances—his running around actually got on my nerves a bit and I had to tell him to knock it off one time. He must have gotten offended because he made the Mary figurine on my manger scene fall over and fall to the floor. This manger scene was a very special one made of light wood that my grandfather had shaped. Although I love it, not being weighted means it falls over a lot and if one piece falls over, they all fall over. It was on my mantle and there is no way Mary could have fallen alone without taking the rest of the scene with her, but this time she did.
I was almost saddened when I had to move away from the house, because I knew I would miss my ghosts, but the house that I moved into in North Carolina, was haunted itself, by the old man who had built the house who was often seen by our neighbors roaming with the lights on—even though we were actually in the room with the lights off. We even had one neighbor ask if my grandfather had moved in. I, of course, felt right at home being a “guest” in his house.
Voices in the Night
I am a security supervisor for a firm in Massachusetts. One of our assigned duties is to check properties around eastern MA.
One of my stops was the former Ramada Rolling Green Hotel in Andover, MA. At first it was just an empty hotel that was about to be torn down, but that soon changed.
One night I arrived there and, while driving around the outside, I noticed 3 asian teenagers sitting on the roof. I stopped and got out of my cruiser, and advised them that they were not allowed on the property and had to leave. They got up at once and walked to the other side of the roof. I wanted to know how they got up there, so I drove around to the other side and waited for them.
They never came over to the other side. I called for back-up from other patrolmen in the area, and we started a sweep of the building and grounds. We never found them. There were no signs of forced entry to any door or window, or any sign how they got inside.
A week later, We were discussing the hotel when one of the other patrolman (Who had not heard of the incident) mentioned that 3 asian boys drowned in the pool of the hotel back in the mid 1990's. I was astounded. I then relayed my incident to him, and he just sat there in shock.
my Fiance Jen and I decided to check out the hotel further. One night on our off time we entered the hotel with an on-duty patrolman, and we started walking around. We had a camcorder recording as we went. First, the camera caught a door closing and slamming shut. Knowing we were the only three in the building, we drew our guns and stormed the room....only to find nobody there. As we moved on, we heard showers running and toilets flushing (the water had been shut off for over a year!)
we walked around for a time and then left.
Later, as we were watching the tape, we heard a voice say "oh Jen" (my Fiance's name). Jen and I were startled, as we didn't hear the voice while we were there.
I asked around, and have discovered that there was a murder, a suicide, 3 accidental heaths (the asian boys) and two natural deaths (one stroke of a guest, and a heart attack of the chief engineer, who died at the front desk (when the hotel was open).
Another officer who worked there reported that, as we was guarding the now-closed hotel, he nodded off, only to be awoken by a hand on his shoulder, and the voice of the deceased engineer saying "dont fall alseep, its dangerous". The officer walked out and has never returned.
I have not stepped foot in there since, and refuse to do so. I drive around the outside, and check the windows from afar, but thats as close as I will get. I still get the feeeling of being watched, and cold chills down my back.
Thank you for allowing me to share my experience
The Joplin Spook Light
I have lived in a small town in SW Missouri for about fifteen years. Ever
since my family moved to the area we have heard about the area just south of
town called The Devil's Promenade which houses The Spook Light (an odd ball of
light that changes colors, moves around unnaturally, and had even been known to
enter cars) as well as Hoffman's Mansion (a now pretty much vacant place where
the foundation of what was once a huge mansion now stands. The mansion also
had it's own cemetery which you can still see from the road). While I don't
know a whole lot about the history of Hoffman's Mansion (what information that
does exist at the local library is restricted) I do know that they have had
everyone from NASA to paranormal investigators to the TV show Unsolved Mysteries
down here and still nobody can give an explanation of what it is!
I have always been a believer of ghosts and the unknown but I had never had a
concrete experience with it until about a year ago. I'll get to that in a
second. First of all, you should know that my now ex-boyfriend and a group of
mutual friends of ours, unbeknownst to me, had been doing their own
investigating of not just the Spook Light but also of other places in out area. About a
year ago he started telling me about some of their experiences that they had
and some of their theories about the Spook Light and Hoffman's Mansion. I
guess that while they are out there, every time they feel as if they are being
watched from the surrounding woods. (I have been out there more than once when
he will just wander off into the woods and leave me scared out of my wits in
the car!) But apparently, while out investigating one night my boyfriend and a
friend of his saw a large figure walking across a field. They said that it
had the body of a man but the head of a dog. They later came upon some other
people out looking for the Spook Light and told them what they had seen and
these other people had seen it on a handful of other occasions. That night my
boyfriends friend went home and had a nightmare. The thing from the field came
to him and told him that if he and my bf would just leave him alone he would
make his wildest dreams come true. When my friend refused the thing became
angry and my friend woke up. The one useful bit that he had gotten from the dream
was a name that the thing had provided him with. They did some research on
the Internet and upon investigation found that the name (which neither of them
were familiar with) belonged to a demon. This, needless to say, freaks me out
just a little bit! So they have a theory that this thing is somehow linked
to both the Spook Light and the strange happenings at Hoffman's.
Now for my own personal experience. My boyfriend took me out to see
Hoffman's Mansion one night because I had never seen it before. We got out there and
he asked if it was OK if we didn't stop. He had a funny feeling. I told him
that I trusted his instincts and if he didn't think that it was a good idea
that we stop then we shouldn't! He slowed the car in front of the barbed wire
fence that now surrounds the Mansion so that I could get a look and then he
took off again. We got turned around a few times trying to get out of the area
but when we finally got on the right road we started down a curvy windy road.
We were talking and as he rounded one curve, I saw a mist, at first out of the
corner of my eye, then it moved into full vision. It moved from the edge of
the woods all the way out into the middle of the road before it vanished. It
even absorbed all of the light the light from our headlights! A couple of
seconds of silence passed and I finally asked him if he had seen what I had seen
and he said yes, he had. It took me a whole hour before I remembered a story
that he had told me that once while he and his friends were out there they had
been chased by a mist that absorbed the light from their flashlights! This
is my first experience ever with the paranormal. And I still go out to the
Spook Light. I'm just very aware of the woods around me!
Well this isn't actually just one story but a lot of happenings...my great-grandfather died when I was 6 and I was VERY attached to him....he and I were always very close because I was his first great-grandbaby. We would stay up doing crosswords and he would tell me stories all the time. Well when he died my mom was pregnant w/ my youngest brother and my papa as we called him would always rub her belly and told her she was going to have a little boy and that he promised he would see Josh (my little brother) no matter what even though he was on his death bed. He died before josh was born and right before he died he gave me this little musical carouselle that didn’t work at all we couldn’t fix it. It was sentimental to him so I kept it. This is when the happening all started. First I unable to tell him goodbye and even though I was only 6 years old I felt it was necessary. One night after he died I prayed that I would have the chance to see him one more time. Later that night something woke me up and I had the feeling to look over at my closet. I have never believed in ghosts and noone in my family does either but I promise you that night I saw a vision of him over by my closet. Another time my mom was boiiling bottles for josh and she fell asleep. The house filled with smoke all the way back to my parents' room which caused her to gag and wake up. Mine and my other brother dustin's room was right by the kitchen my mom said that something like some kind of weird air bubble over our faces that was giving us fresh air. Then there was an instant where we were all sitting at the table and I heard a faint noise from my room then started getting louder. I went in there and this was when I was probably 9 the musical carouselle was wound up and playing for a few minutes then it stopped out of nowhere and wouldn't work again later that night I was awakened again and there was my grandpa at my doorway smiling at me. That was the last time I saw him. But the case that I will never forget was the fact that he kept his promise to my mom about seeing josh. She said one night when josh was sick he was only a week old she heard a noise and my grandpa's voice telling her that it was all going to be ok and she looked up and over josh's crib my grandpa was standing watching him and the next day josh was all better.
My Haunted House when I was Little
when i was little we lived in an old farm house that was haunted. i was lying awake one night because i could not sleep and a man appeared beside my bed looking at me and no matter which side i turned my head to he was always there. i never could make out any features just a dark silhouette of a man. i shared the bed with my sister and i woke her up and made her get up and turn on the light but no one was there. my sister went back to sleep and he reappeared. i woke my sister up again and made her stay awake the rest of the night. my sister then told me she would hear footsteps going up and down the stairs at night while everyone was in bed asleep. we got used to the noises and sightings and after awhile they stopped, but to this day i will not go any where that ghosts could be present because i am to scared about what i might see, if i saw one i could see more.
this all took place in breckinridge county, kentucky.
Possibly My Father
hello my name is Deborah. I have experiences with ghosts or spirits or whatever rightful name they are given. when i tell people of my experiences they look at me and laugh or ask me what have been drinking or smoking. in which i do neither, but anyway i have experienced many years of a spirit with me. as i know my spirit is a man. it haven't revealed it self to me where i can really see it, but i did. one night i was in my bed sleeping but i felt like someone was looking at me when i opened my eyes. and when i did i turned over that is when i saw a man standing in my doorway of my bedroom he was about 5'7 he had all black on and when i looked by me being sleepy and all i just laid there no knowing what to say, so i thought of something ti say. i just said so you finally showed yourself and then i went back to sleep, and when i said that the spirit just moved to the side and diapered i believe this spirit is of my father. i mean everywhere i moved this spirit moved with me. one night my son was in the living room listening to music with all the lights off and he told me a man came walking down my hallway and just disappeared ion my kitchen. and one morning we all was on our way out the door my bathroom door would just open and close this happen about four times while me and my family were standing there looking at this door constantly opening and closing shut. but now i believe i have two spirits in my home now, my neighbor deiced on Dec 24, 2003 and when i went over to the house i saw my neighbor on the floor and the paramedics were trying to revived him, in which they hadn't any success. he was a big man but when he died his body became even bigger, he gotten so big they had to drag him out with a rope. and for some reason even though we knew he was deceased he refused to let them put his body on the gurney. everytime they would try and put him onto the gurney his body wouldn't go. so i told the coroner let me whole the gurney and when i say push they pushed and i pulled but on my way down to help put his body on the gurney this deceased person kicked me right in the buttocks, in which everyone seen that. so about two weeks ago his ex wife had to clean out his apartment, and she told certain people that was close to him to take whatever they wanted. so i was given his stereo system. so later that night after i was given his stereo system i was laying in my bed and all of a sudden i received that stank smell of death that i smelt when i saw my neighbor laying on the floor deceased, then i heard a groggy voice say something to me but i couldn't understand what it had said, so i just sat up in the bed in and instinct and said yes i got your stereo system. and then i laid down and went to sleep. when i'm in my room i always hear someone walking in the back like in my living room. and one day i was here all alone playing on the computer and all of a sudden i heard someone fall in my son's room so i peeped into the room and i saw no one, but when i went into the room my son's computer table was rocking, i mean it was a loud thump. and one day i came home my son's pinball machine was on and it haven't any batteries in it and someone was playing with the pinball machine. and when i told my son that he said mommy i heard someone several times when i came home from school playing the pinball game and this machine is on top of my son's closet in a box with other things on top of it. i'm not crazy these things are really happening. i can put something down and turn around and it's in another place. my son came in one day opened the door with his keys and went into the living room but he never came into my room at all. and we couldn't find his keys no where. so he had to get some mad the next day. so i went to look out the window the next day something told me to look down and there was my sons keys. and he never one time came into my room. before i received his second spirit of my neighbor, the first spirit would really do things to let me know that he was there. one day me and my son was sitting in the living room on the sofa, and my plant just started moving and this spirit just started pulling the stems off of my plant and throwing it at my son, my son just sat there in a daze not knowing what to do. my doorbell would ring everynight at 8:30 pm and 8:30 am and when i would go to see who it was there was no one there. so i removed the doorbell because it was happening constantly and i even taken the batteries out of the doorbell. and one day me and my husband was looking at television and the doorbell was ring ing in my dresser drawer where i put the bell. i'm along way from being crazy when i tell people this. these things are really happening. it more to this story but i will write some more about my experiences tomorrow.