Haunted???
By:
Anonymous
My
family and I believe that we live in a haunted house. We moved into this house (somewhere in the
Northwood’s) almost six years ago. At
that time, my four children were ages 7, 5, 2 and 2 months.
I
will never forget my first “experience” in this house. It happened about two weeks after we moved
in. My two oldest were at school, my 2
year old son was playing in his bedroom and my baby was napping in her
crib. I decided to take a shower.
However, I left the bathroom door opened so that I could hear my son and/or
baby if they needed me. I was only in
the shower for a couple of minutes when I heard my son talking in-depth to
someone. What was really strange about
it was he would say things and then pause as if someone were talking back to
him. At first I figured that the baby
had awakened and he was probably keeping her company until I got out of the
shower.
Upon
getting out of the shower however, I noticed my little boy running past the
bathroom coming from the opposite direction of his and his baby sisters’
room. He was running away from the
direction of the kitchen and the basement.
I thought his behavior a little strange, so I asked him what he had been
doing. His response caused goosebumps to
say the least. He looked up at me and
said, “I was talking to the little boy who lives in the basement. He wants to know what we are doing in his
house”.
That
incident marked the beginning of many strange occurrences in our house. None of them bad, just very strange. We do not feel threatened or uncomfortable,
although when we used to rent the upstairs out to people they had uncomfortable
and unpleasant experiences.
There
have been way too many experiences to write them all down here. However, if you would like to hear any more
just let me know.
Corner
of My Eye
By:
southern_rebel_cowgirl2004@yahoo.com
hi,
My name is amanda, and i live in Roff, Oklahoma, I live in a house that was
once connected to the next two houses down the street, and was a nursing home,
we hear noises alot One night my mother and i were in her room, my step dad at
work and it was about midnight to one oclock in the mornin when heard something
hit the floor and take a few steps she got right up to go see because my lil
brother always comes to her to turn on the bathroom light for him, he wasn't up
he was laying in the middle of his bed
then
on another night, it was about 1 to 2 in the mornin when i was standin in the
kitchen door and my mom was standing in from of me and my step dad was in the bathroom shaving,
then i heard someone walk behind me i turned around cause i thought it was him
but no one was there, i turned around to my mom and said did u hear that, she
said yeah i thought i saw something out of the corner of my eye.
The
Darkened Figure
By:
harwood@kmtel.com
The
story that I am about to tell happened when I was in 8th grade. It was on a
Saturday and my parents decided to go play bingo at
The
Children's Center,
By:
TRACEYWstprt@aol.com
I
was once an occupant (97-98) in one of the rooms in the old 'white cottage'
that held the older children on grounds. This establishment, as I found out
while I was there, used to house orphans and sick children in the past. Most of
the children had polio, or other life threatening diseases. One night, I had to
go to the bathroom, and it was just about
I
another instance, one summer night, it was humid and still, with no wind. There
were swings outside my window, about a few feet away near the wooded area. I
saw the swing go back and forth by itself, and was really frightened by this.
My
Aunts House
By:
jesslea8304@yahoo.com
I
have had alto of experiences with the paranormal. Some of which I have already shared with
you. This one is alot more up close and
personal. But lets start from the
beginning.
I
moved in with my Aunt in 2003. I'm not
quite sure how old the house is. When I
first moved in my cousin's always joked about this ghost. Me being how I am just thought they were
trying to freak me out.
My
three cousin's rooms are upstairs and my aunt's downstairs. Ronnie, he's a couple of months younger than
me, keeps his light on no matter what. I
of course would mess with him about it.
He warned me.
I
had been staying there a week or so. And
I always had a creeped out feeling being there.
Ronnie told me around 3am you can hear "it" walking around. So I always made sure to be asleep by
2am. Yes I am a wussy. Ronnie was proven wrong one night. I had just got done watching a movie and
turned everything off. As soon as I
turned the light out it felt like someone was in the living room with me. So I jumped to the couch and threw the
blankets over my head.. Laying as still
as possible. I had this sensation that
someone was right above me. Thats when
"it" pulled the blanket right off of me. I have never been so scared in my entire
life. I just kept my eyes closed. The feeling went away shortly after.
The
next night I went to bed extremely early.
I woke in the middle of the night for no apparent reason. I thought my aunt or someone had woke me. When I realized no one was there I shut my
eyes real quick. I relaxed. That is
until "it" put my hair behind my ear.
Creepi t feeling. The chills
wouldn't go away.
None
of my family experienced this type of encounter. They just heard noises, footsteps, doors open and close, stuff in
weird places. "It" loves to
get the kids fighting. Taking their
things and putting them in a different bedroom.
I
have lived with them two different occasions. My recent happening was just a
few months ago.
It
was 11pm. Probably later but I'm not
sure. When I came in I put my stuff down
and was going to see if anyone was awake.
My cousin Richards room is right above the living room. I heard a very loud thud. Like someone dropped something very
heavy. I figured Rich was still up so I
didn't investigate the noise. I heard it
again this time more than just one thud.
The next one sounded like a bowling ball had been dropped and kinda
bounced across the floor. At that point
I figured Rich was up to no good. As I
headed for the stairs I heard my cousin's door and him running down the
stairs. White as a ghost. He asked if I heard it and of course I
had. I suggested it was Rich. Ronnie just freaked. Rich was sound asleep, snoring in fact and
Ronnie swore it was in his closet. As we
were standing there it the noise happened again. We both stayed downstairs that night.
Knife
in her Hand
By:
Jddisney123@aol.com
In
1997 I bought a house at 4209 10th Ave. In Chattanooga, TN. I have since sold
the house. The first night I stayed in the house I heard, what sounded like children
run up the stairs and down the hall on the second floor. On other occasions I
also had some strange thing happen like the my sons bed shook violently on day
when I was upstairs cleaning, and on night we came home and found ketchup and
mustard on the kitchen floor but the containers were still full and in the
fridge. My children have seen an old woman in a red dress at night with a knife
in her hand.
A
Queen Mary Story
By:mrjeff39us@yahoo.com
The
following happened on Dec. 4th 2002 on my 40th birthday. It was on a Thursday.
I took the day off work and my girlfriend and I visited the Queen Mary. We
started our tour in the Engine Room. There were probably only 2 or 3 dozen
people on the ship that day and we had the engine room to ourselves for at least
an hour and a half. It was wonderful, no one else around. I had seen
documentaries about the young man who had died in the engine room and wanted
very much to see the place where he was crushed by a water tight door, #13. We
were about finished in the engine room and I was surprised/disappointed I
hadn't stumbled onto the spot yet. I was walking down a gangway in shaft alley
when all of a sudden I got the most horrible feeling of dread and terror. I saw
the escalator up ahead and started walking faster to get out of there. The air
felt heavy and dense, suffocating. I walked about 20-30 steps and finally
turned around expecting to see my girlfriend right behind me. Instead she was
still aways back, bent over reading something. I was thinking *** come on,
let's g let's get out of here*** I walked a few steps back toward her and the
feelings of fear and foreboding were intense. She finally caught up to me and
the atmosphere lightened somewhat. I said to her"you know, a guy was
killed down here...". She replied "I know, I was just reading a
plaque about it (where it happened) right there in that doorway". Here I
was in the spot the whole time and didn't even know it except for a very strong
emotional reaction. Perhaps it was John Pedder sharing his last few moments of
life with me, the emotions he felt as he was being crushed to death. Maybe he
will share it with you too if you're open to the experience. He took me totally
by surprise, however.
Later
in the day we were up in the center of the ship standing near an elevator,
trying to decide where to go next. We were at least 20 feet from the elevator
when the door opened and closed all by itself. No one got on or off, no one was
in it and no one else was around except us. At the time I didn't think much of
it. Probably just an electric short or something. Now I wonder different, like
maybe all the stories ARE true. Maybe The RMS Queen Mary really IS haunted. I'm
inclined to think it is.
Thanks
for reading.
Tim
By:
XoamberlyoX@aol.com
This
is kind of hard to explain.. but here it goes! I used to live not too far out
in the woods, but it was out there, so we had one of them little motion
detector porch lights for just in case. Well, me, my sister, and my momma were
all sitting in the living room that night, watching TV. Well, I just so happen
to look up at the window, and there is someone standing in our window, but for
some reason, the porch light was NOT on. Our uncle hadn't died that long ago,
and strange stuff had been happening around our house, so my momma hollared,
"Damn you Tim, quit aggrivating us!", and all of a sudden the face
disappeared. Another day, me and my sister were the only two people at home,
and all of a sudden for NO reason at all the blow dryer came on, not that
strange. But the our computer would ALWAYS type stuff, you could hear the keys
moving, on its own, nobody would be around. The mouse would move, and my momma
would always tell my uncle Tim to go away, and it would stop. These strange
happenings followed us when we moved from that house. Hes been dead for 4 years
now, and the strange things haven't happened in about a year and a half. My
sister and his daughter had a wreck one night, and the car came really close to
flipping (the were on two wheels going around a curve), and the seat belts did
not lock that night, and nothing happened to them. They say it was him watching
over them. But this is ghost encounter, not that strange...
Spirits
in the Kitchen
By:
chevy_angel_18@yahoo.com
i
have a couple of stories.my first story takes place in my moms house i moved
out of it about 2 years ago. about 6 r 7 years ago an old man died on the
kitchen floor in that house he died of a heart attack and we moved in about 2 r
3 years after that. my mom had a baby and i would watch her when my mom worked
nites. well i was watchin my sister one nite and she was about 8 r 9 months and
she was in her walker playin. i was watchin tv and she had pushed herself in
the doorway to the kitchen and she was laughin and smilein like someone was
talkin to her and i thought someone was at the back door bc the blind was open.
when i got up there was no one there. and when i was in the kitchen i would
feel like someone was behind me but no one was there and to this day when i go
there i still feel it. well a couple of years later my sister is now 3. and my
mom says she talks to the old man that hes her friend. one day her and my lil
cousin who is 5 were playin in the back and my mom and aunt where in the livein
room and my lil cousin started screamin and cryin and ran the front. when they
asked him what was wrong he said that him and my sister were fightin over a toy
when the man started to whip him for him to give the toy to my sister. for a
couple of months he didnt want to go to my moms bc he was scared of the old
man. ive takin pictures of my sister in that house and there r orbs in the
pictures i dont know if its the old man r my grandma bc my mom says she feels
my grandma in the house. my second one takes place next door at my grandpas. my
grandma use to live next door to us when she died and after that my grandpa and
my aunt lived there for a couple of years. my mom has this cousin that can
sense ghost r spirits. and after my grandma died she wouldnt go into the house
when she came to visit bc she said my grandma was there and there was another
spirit there. when she described the other spirit she described my moms great
grandmother on her dads side someone her cousin never seen. i dont know if its
ghost but i know something is in them houses i can feel it like im never alone
but they dont scared me. i always feel safe like my grandma is protectin me.
thats my stories if anyone can explain them please contact me through email
thanks.
Ryan
By:
skelton@musc.edu
On
March 2, 2001 one of my very good friends died in a car accident on his way to
school. Ryan was an awesome person and friend. Before he died we joked that if
the other person died that we would come back and mess with the other. After
Ryan died I would periodically go through old letters and e-mails that he had
written to me. Then I noticed yellow butterflies appearing on significant days.
Like, on the day that Ryan died I would see a yellow butterfly . Then at my
grandfathers funeral, they were folding the flag to give to my grandmother and
a yellow butterfly came and flew right in front of me. So, I always say that
when I see a yellow butterfly that it is Ryan.
I would also have dreams about him but, he would never speak in them. He
would just be there. I finally had a dream about 2 1/2 years later where he
talked to me. We were in an airport, and he told me that he would always be in
my heart and that he loved me. I know that dream was very important because I
was just getting out of a long relationship and asked him for some support. I
guess that was my support. I also read in some stories that when people pass
away they have to "work" to get
their voice. I guess that is why it took Ryan 2 years for him to talk to
me. The real reason that I am writing this is because I always asked Ryan to
come visit me and talk to me. After the dream in the airport I knew that he was
here with me. One night I woke up and looked out my bedroom door.( My bed faces
the door and when the door is open I can see into the kitchen.) Anyway, I
looked out the room and saw a figure in front of the refrigerator. It was dark
and I couldn't really see details. I obviously got scared and turned over the
other way. I looked at the clock and noticed that it was 5:18. Then I
remembered that it was the 2nd. Ryan died three years and one month ago this
very morning. I turned back around and looked toward the kitchen. The figure
was still standing there. I did notice that he was smiling. So I waved quickly
to it and then turned around again. So, I gave myself a couple of minutes to let
everything sink in and realized that it had to be Ryan. So, when I turned
around again he was still standing there, smiling at me. So, I decided to get
up and walk towards it. I always wanted Ryan to come visit me and I didn't want
to be scared anymore. So, as I walked toward the kitchen I had to adjust my
eyes because the light outside of my apartment shines into the kitchen. When I
walked into the kitchen the figure disappeared. I did remember that the figure
was wearing a cut off shirt and athletic shorts. The most unique thing about
this was the hat that the he was wearing. Ryan always wore his hat a little to
the side (all the hockey boys did). The guy in my kitchen had a hat on, which
was a little to the side, just as Ryan would were it. The other detail was that
Ryan went to the gym the night before he died. I know that Ryan came to see me
that night and was just trying not to scare me so, he kept his distance. I have
decided that next time Ryan pays me a visit I will not be scared. After all
this is all I have wished for since his passing. He was just doing what he said
he would do... messing with me.
Rose
Hall
By:
Cathy.Harris@med.va.gov
I
have never responded to a website like this before and I do not “fancy myself a
ghost chaser” but I do have a story to tell about Rose Hall.
My
family visited Rose Hall several years ago while on a cruise – this was one of
the excursions offered by the Cruise Line. My group consisted of My Husband and
myself, my two teenage children and my teenage niece. The house is beautiful. It sits on a small
hill where it can be seen for miles. The
tour begins in the basement “tavern” where you are offered something to drink.
As soon as my son and I crossed the threshold, we became physically ill. The nausea increased as the tour continued
through the house. The tour guide held
nothing back as she described each bedroom, who died in that room and how Annie
was suspected of killing them. We were
encouraged to take pictures of the mirror that reportedly sometimes displayed
Annie’s image when film was developed. There is also a chandelier in the house
that displays an image when film is developed.
There is a display of these for you to judge. When my neice (who is quite the cutup) leaned
out the balcony window – yes the same window from which Annie used to watch her
slaves, my son and I ran out of the house so we wouldn’t – well – soil Annie’s
floor – we were that nauseous. Once we
were outside the nausea went away. It didn’t even come back when we toured the
grounds including the site of Annie’s final resting place. My son and I were quite disturbed by the
whole experience. He was 17 at the time,
6 ft 4 – 250 lb very macho guy…and it really scared him. He told me later (and not to anyone else in my family) that he
felt a message like someone was trying to communicate with him while in the
house telling him not to feel sorry for
the men, they deserved to die. I didn’t experience this…I will always remember
the awful nausea. We have been to many old places – Blarney Castle, Tower of
London, England’s Moors – but we have NEVER experienced anything like we did at
Rose Hall.
Philedelphia
Tennessee
By:
KelliesMommie@aol.com
This
happened to my mother and her boyfriend and I.
We
moved into a Trailer that had been in this spot for YEARS. Well one night when
going to bed, my mother and her boyfriend heard a noise in the kitchen, upon
entering they saw a little white ball rolling around in a circle, and a child
laughing.
When
the laid back down they looked out of the bedroom toward the front of the
trailer and saw a woman dressed in a white gown, kind of like something from
the 1800's. She was standing by the front door. When she turned to open the
door mom said you could see she was pregnant. From that point on you could walk
through the trailer and get near a air duct and there would be a big wet,
sticky spot in the carpet when NOTHING was spilled there. I also woke up one
morning and pages of our bible was torn out and shoved under the couch, to beat
it all the pages that were torn out were about not commiting adultry and stuff.
We asked the landlord if he knew of a death in that spot from the past or
anything and he said his family had owned that property since the early 1800's
so I dont know but it was spooky!
Overwhelming
Fear of Ghosts
By:
Mtswf4lf@aol.com
When
I was about twelve years old I stayed at a friends house who lived just down
the road
from
me in the trailer park I lived in. I had been there many times and never felt
that
anything
was wrong with the house, until her and her mother had told me about the
strange
things
that had happened and the back story of the house.
The
story went that a few years prior (I don't know how many to be exact) to them
moving
in
to the trailer a women, who's brother lived 5 trailers up and was still living
there at
the
time, had died in the home. Police said she died of a drug overdose.
Even
after hearing this and the many different strange happenings, that consisted of
things
being
picked up and flung across the room, I still had no problem staying over there,
being
a
skeptic and all, and did so until one night. I stayed over like many times
before and
nothing
unusual happened until I laid down to go to bed. I slept in her sister bed who
was
gone
for the night and by the time my friend had fallen asleep I was still awake.
Laying
there
I wasn't scared in the least but still couldn't seem to get to sleep and then
the
footsteps
started.
Now
most people say that footsteps are only the house settling but not in this
case. The
footsteps
were that of a women wearing high heels on a tiled floor walking up and down
the
hall.
Which made no sense because the entire hallway was carpeted. They would come
and go and this went on for an hour or so. I was so scared at that point I thought
about just
getting
up and running home. When the footsteps stopped for what seemed to be the last
time
I started to relaxed and tried to go to sleep again. Then about 3 minutes later
I
opened
my eyes to see that all I could see directly in front of me was complete
darkness.
On
either side of the dark figure I could see just fine but right in front of me
was
nothing
but dark. My heart was in my throat at this time and I tried to scream but
couldn't.
I couldn't even breath and I can't tell you if it was due to the fact that I
was
so
scared or if she was trying to smother me. It felt like the ladder of the two.
Finally
I
managed to jump out of the bed and the minute I did so I was able to breath and
scream
again.
I yelled out my friends name and curled up behind her on her bed before I was
able
to
go to sleep again. Apparently at about the same time the same thing happened to
her
stepfather
who was sleeping on the couch that night. Needless to say I never stayed there
again.
And although I am utterly Fascinated with the paranormal I have developed an
overwhelming
fear of ghosts because of that night.
Old
Prison
By:
Amanda.Shortal@dss.mo.gov
In
a old prison that is in north Jefferson city (actually right outside city
limits) a few of us thought it would be fun to go in there at night. we took
candles and cross's and the appropriate séance stuff inside and began. There
was old pull shades on the windows at the end of the hall. The lights started
flickering on and off. (the power to that place has been off for at least a
decade) and the windows snapped down and up. We all got up and ran outside but
a friend was still inside she said she sat there until a guard helped her out.
when we went back towards the entrance to get her she was smiling and saying
thank you. it was the weirdest and most unforgettable experience I have ever
had.
My
Report Card
By:
RayTodd23@cs.com
i'm
not sure how to share my experience but here it is.....i moved into a house
that my mom and dad built. it was not an old house...it was brand new. we moved into it in 1986, i was 6 years old.
OK here is the story.... time goes on and at the age of 15 i'm
writing/improvising a musical passage in my room......and i get a funny feeling
someone is watching me. it intensified so much that i started drooling over my
instrument. so i turn around and there
stands a very tall man with a top hat and a trench coat just standing there, he
floats down the hall with the trench coat swaying behind. i, thinking i'm crazy go on with my music. as
time goes on i see the same figure in the hall for several weeks. he always
looked like a shadow not a real person and he never made a sound. anyway...i thought i was seeing things
until.....i made an A-plus on an algebra test and came home from school and
interrupted my mom and my sister with my test score. my sister startes yelling
at me for interrupting when my mom grasps and yells "oh there is a man on
the sofa", my sister and i at the same time say "he's always in the
hall!" and then my mom, sister and i describe him to a T. the man never left the hall until that day.
we all three have agreed on that, and we all three described him, which is the
only reason why i believe in what i saw. we asked my dad and he said we we're
crazy. what i saw was real or i would
not spend my time sharing this with you.
My
Grandmother Following Me
By:
SAAAvery@wmconnect.com
I
promise this is true to this day.i moved in to this house,it was kind of big
for a
one
story house but it was old.We lived there for about a year and then my
grandmother became very sick(she didn't live in the same house)and died
I
was only 8 years old and I loved here and she allways cared for me.Like one
time
i did something bad and my dad whiped me and when me grandma saw
it
and told him not to ever to do that to me again(he didn't do it hard).So any
way
after her death we still lived there in that house and i've never seen or
here'd
any
thing like a ghost but my bed is right by the bath room and I always keep't
the
door open so one night i awoke feeling some one looking at me,so i got up
terrified
and turned on the lights looked in.....nothin.So I got back in bed and feel
back
asleep,woke up again felling the samething,looked uip and i swear to you
that
right there were the scariest pair of red eyes,I screamed bloody murder!!!!
My
mom came im and told me there was nothing there,but how else could i have
seen
them,my door was closed!
We
moved soon after but i still feel like someones watching me and in the corner
of me i some times i can see a shadow that i know is me grandmother,one night i
was
laying
down with the sheets of and it was cold and all of a sudden the sheets come
over me.I was paralized because i was so scared!Some of the previous owners of
her house where she died say they see stuff moving on its own.In my oppinion
she doesn't know shes dead.
Longstreet
Theatre
By:
alliedsc@bellsouth.net
While
I was a student at the university of SC, I worked part time at the Long Street
Theater. My job was to assist with the
ticket sales, and office management.
After the days end, I would go to the office on the second floor and
work on spread sheets. Often I would be
in the building alone after hours. I
heard, on more than one occasion, strange noises, whispers, and voices as if in
conversation. I would get up and look
around the floor to see if anyone else was up there, but I was always
alone. I would always leave in fear. I could never decide on taking the elevator,
which was very old and slow. ( People often got stuck in it). Or take the
stairs, which I was afraid I would get locked into the stairwell. I know for a fact that the longstreet theater
is haunted.
Jersey
Shore
By:
afroio19@comcast.net
The
following incident happened to me when I was about 12 or 13 years old (I am now
45). During the 1970s, my mother and I would spend our summers at the Jersey
shore in Wildwood Crest. We would work at my uncle and aunt's restaurant from
5:00 PM to sometimes 2:00 AM. Many times during the day I was alone in our rented
apartment because my mom would get up to go food shopping or run other errands
before we had to go to work. The apartment was on top of the owner's house and
we had rented this same place for about 7 or 8 years. It was a small place with
no living room, 2 bedrooms, a bathroom, and a large eat-in kitchen. All the
rooms were accessible from a main hallway which ran along side each room. One
Saturday afternoon in late August, while my mom was away doing her chores, I
decided to watch a pre-season football game in the front bedroom. It was the
only room with a television set. I sat on the bed and watched the game for a
while until I became hungry. I went into the kitchen (which was the furthest
room from the bedroom) to make myself something to eat. While I was walking
down the hall toward the kitchen to prepare my snack I heard the TV changing
channels in the front bedroom. You must remember that this was the early 1970s
and the changing of channels was had distinctive sound. You had to physically
turn the dial and it made a loud clicking sound. I was too scared to go back to
the room which I had just left, so I continued into the kitchen. I waited there
for a while and tried to figure out what had just happened. I was hoping that I
was mistaken about that sound and that when I would go back into the bedroom
the game would be on. I cautiously went back up the hall into the front bedroom
and saw that the channel had indeed been changed!! I ran out onto the porch and
waited until my mother came home. That's all there is to my story...it's not
much but I am certain that it happened. I could never figure out an explanation
and I never told my mom about it. I've had no other experiences since that
(thankfully!).
Hauntings
By:
Maryjoseph2458@aol.com
i
was the subject of ahaunting in my last house. At first i was in denial having
seen it and heard it . I asked for help when my alarm was being set off
repeatedly on the same night .Statues i had would fall from the window ledges,
cold air in the centre of my face on a hot summer night ,a feeling of gloom and
sadness always present in the house and so many other things that i put down to
paranoia. Then one day irecorded my own story on a tape it would not rewind nor
would it play. The very next day i told my brother that it was useless to use
as it did not work, to prove this i tried to rewind it and it worked, only my
voice was in the background and a deep baritone voice in the foreground. I was
so afraid ispoke to people i knew and to a phsycic who all heard the voice even
the priest. I also had a mirror from adressing table that had been in the same
position fall on my back. WHEN I MOVED FROM THE BACK BED ROOM TO THE FRONT,
THAT IS WHEN IT STARTED. Also had the
sound of amillion marching feet above me in my attic,the next night a flock of
birds so loud that really believed i had a nest of some sort up there , there
was nothing.I sought help of a medium through the spiritualist church and he
told me all i knew that i did indeed have haunting, a man who had died suddenly
and did not want me there.I was totally traumatised, i also lived within twelve
of a sub power sation. Now that i have left acouple have it and they have
children. I would hate them to ever see and hear the things that i did.When it
staryed i was very ill but as i got stronger the presence grew.
Grandma
Betty
By:
kar@cbupstate.com
Back
in 1985 my mom's stepmother whom we called Grandma Betty passed away. My mother
and her were very close. They used to go on trips together, go to the movies
together, Grandma Betty even lived with us for a few years before she passed
away.
At
the time it was me, and my sister still living at home with my parent's. I was
about 15 at the time, my sister was around 17.
From
what I remembered she passed away around September of 1985. Shortly after her
death we started to experience strange things happening around the house. I'm a HUGE believer in ghosts and spirits
always have been, long before Grandma Betty passed away. I've read a lot of
true ghost stories. My experiences weren't bad or scary and for a while we
weren't even really sure if it was Grandma Betty or not, we weren't sure who it
was!! Here are some of the stories and experiences I would like to share.
One
of those things that would happen around the house was the TV shutting off by
itself always during dinner. As the 4 of
us would be sitting around the table, all of a sudden we would hear the
"click" of the TV, and it would be off!! The first couple of times it was very creepy
to us, and then my mom would start to laugh because my sister and I would be
flipping out!! My dad on the other hand is somewhat of a non-believer, he
always came up with an excuse, every time something strange would happen.
Another
time I came home from school, no one else was home or had been home pretty much
all day, both my parents worked at the time, I went to the bathroom which was
on the second floor of the house, and I noticed a blob of shampoo in the middle
of the bathroom floor. The weird thing about this was there were no shampoo
bottles tipped over anywhere, and it was in the MIDDLE of the floor. No where
close to the bathtub. I thought how strange!!! Instead of cleaning it up, I
left it there to show my sister!! Shortly after my sister came home from
school, I told her I had to show her something, so I took her upstairs and
showed her the blob of shampoo that was in the middle of the floor!! Both of us
thought it was so strange!! We even asked our other 2 sister's if either one of
them came over during the day and spilled some shampoo and forgot to clean it.
They both said no, and asked us why. So we proceeded to tell them what had
happened. We told my parents, and once again my dad said maybe it was the dog
that did it!!! We had a huge sheepdog at the time, everything strange that
happened was blamed on our poor dog by my father!!
Another
time in the middle of the night I was awakened by a huge crash sound coming
from the bathroom!! All the bedrooms were on the second floor of the house, so
I got up and slowly opened my bedroom door, my father and my sister did the
same thing, so my dad went to check things out. He goes into the bathroom turns
the light on, I said to myself, it must've been the medicine cabinet that fell,
that's how loud this crash was!! My dad said there was NOTHING!!!!! There was
nothing on the floor, in the bathtub, in the sink, anywhere!!!! That was very
strange!!
One
of the most bizarre things that happened was at night time, I would hear
breathing in my room!! Like someone was sleeping with me!! Sometimes it would
literally wake me out of a sound sleep because it was so loud!!! I would get so
scared that I would lay very still hoping whoever this was would go away. It
wouldn't last all night, but it probably lasted for a good 20 minutes or so!!
It used to happen so often that after a while it wouldn't even phase me
anymore, I would actually tell it to shut up!! And it would too!! So one day at
dinner I finally got the nerve to say something to my parent's and my sister
about what's been happening. All I said was "I have something to tell you
guys, I hear breathing in my room at night!!" Well my sister drops her
fork and looks at me and quietly says, "me too!!" Then we both
started to flip out!! But once again according to my father we probably heard the
dog breathing from the hallway!!!
It
was Christmas morning, I was still sleeping when I heard all this commotion
from downstairs, so I got up and there was my mother, my father, and my sister
looking thru all this stuff in my parent's garage. I asked them what was going
on, and my mom said listen, so I stood there and very quietly I heard what
sounded like a music box playing Silent Night. My mother told me that used to
be Grandma Betty's favorite Christmas song. They were looking for some kind of
music box in the garage, but didn't find anything!!!!!!!! We never owned a
music box that played Christmas songs!!! So after it played the whole song it
stopped.
The
last thing that ever happened in the house was one night my mom was in the
living room by herself watching TV, she turned the TV off and just sat on the
couch and closed her eyes, and then she felt like someone sat down next to her.
She kept her eyes closed and moved her hand over to feel if something was
there. Nothing!! She continued to sit there with her eyes shut, and then she
said she felt this presence next to her get up off the couch and then it was
gone.
We
realized it was Grandma Betty, we always had a feeling it was her, but we were
never 100% sure until we heard the mysterious "music box" playing
Silent Night that Christmas Day.
I
remember telling a friend about my stories and when I told her about how my mom
felt something or someone sit down next to her on the couch, my friend said to
me, "she's gone." I said "what"? And she proceeded to tell
me that she believes that was Grandma Betty's way of finally saying good bye to
my mom. She was right, from then no strange happenings ever happened again.
Did
I meet My Grandfather
By:
Lhaas8@carolina.rr.com
I
have only told this to a few people. I
don't think they understood what happened any more than I did. This happened
about 20 years ago. My husband and I lived in an upstairs apartment over a
garage. It was early in the morning when I heard sounds coming from our bedroom
window. There was banging and loud whistling. When I looked out the window I
saw a painter in white overalls and a white cap, putting up a tall ladder
beside my window. He claimbed up to the window and started painting. All the
time whistling. I went into the bathroom to get dressed then went into the
kitchen to make coffee. I could still hear the whistling. I decied to take the
painter a cup of coffee. I went to the window with a cup of coffe in my hand,
held the cup up as if to ask do you want a cup of coffee? the painter smiled
and tipped his hat. When I got to the outside where the painter was. There was
no painter! No ladder! No imprint of the ladder legs in the wet ground! No sign
of any paint on the house!. I went next door to the landlord, with cup still in
hand, and asked where the painter went. The landlord said that no painter had
been hired to paint the house. I don't know who or what happened that day.
Months later I was talking to my grandmother and told her about what happened.
She looked strange and got real quite, then she asked me if the man had been
whistling " Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me"
when I said yes she said that it had to be my grandfather. I didn't know him
but he had been a painter and loved to whistle that song when painting. I have never seen him again, but the memory
is still so clear even today.
Cerro
Gordo
By:
FINDROCK@aol.com
Hi,
I would like to add to the story of Cerro Gordo (Bunkhouse), California.
I
visited there in June of 1999 and stayed in a room of the old Bunkhouse. I stayed in the first bedroom on the
right. The only other person in the
Bunkhouse that night was the caretaker and he was in the last room on the left. The Bunkhouse is on a hill and has no outside
porch light and no electricity once the generator is turned off for the
night. To enter the Bunkhouse you have
to walk up a dark unlighted hill and open a screen door and then the front
door. After I closed my door and got in
bed the caretaker turned off the generator and entered his room and closed his
door.
While
trying to fall asleep I heard footsteps in the hallway outside my room. No doors had opened in let anyone into the
hallway. When I heard the footsteps the
second time I started to panic and was breathing rapidly. I was so scared I couldn't reach out from
under the covers to grab my glasses or uncover my head for air. And I couldn't turn on a light, there was no
electricity! And I was so scared I couldn't
scream for the caretaker. All I could do
was whisper "go away, don't come in" over and over.
Then
I heard a noise, like sratching, above
my head on the wall by the bed..I couldn't move or roll over. I was frozen in place. I wanted "it" to think I was
asleep. After what seemed like an
eternity, i fell asleep from exhaustion.
The
next morning I told the caretaker about the footsteps in the hallway. He swore to me that he never left his room
during the night. I then told the owners
about the noise in the wall. They told
me it was no mouse or rat in the wall because the interior walls are solid 3/4 inch wood. And they weren't surprised by my story!
Thanks
for letting me give you more info about this location. People need to know that
it is NOT JUST THE LAST ROOM ON THE
LEFT!!
What
was "It"?
By:
lrussell@castlemortgageohio.com
I
have an experience to tell and for years now it has puzzled me. I didn't
tell
anyone about this for fear they would think I was nuts......I am 27 now
and
this happen to me roughly 10 years ago.
Recently, I was on vacation
with
a friend and we stayed up late talking about different occurances that
have
happened in our lives that we thought were the intervention of a higher
being. I was reluctant to tell her of my experience
but found comfort in
knowing
that she had an opened mind and would welcome my story. About 10
years
ago I was about ready to go to bed. I
had school the next morning and
was
just about to lay down when the phone rang.
I have a sister that is
close
in age so at that time the phone would ring constantly being that we
were
teenage girls. I answered the phone and
it was for her. This is how I
know
I wasn't dreaming when "It" started to happen because she picked up
the
phone
and I had hung up and laid down. All of
the sudden a high pitched
voice
was talking but it was muffled and hard to make out what "It" was
saying. At that same time my body went completely
paralized. I couldn't
talk,
move or scream if I wanted to. Then I
saw a bright light in the shape
of
a circle go across my bedroom closet door.
Meanwhile, the voice is still
going
and I am still unable to move. All of
the sudden I felt this warmth
come
over my body. It started at my feet and
moved up my legs, to my torso,
on
my arms and finally my head. I also felt
like I was sinking and alot of
weight
was on my chest like "It" was holding me down. I was so scared at
this
moment and was fighting with myself to just scream and make it stop,
but
I couldn't. Finally I was fighting it so
much that I screamed "No"! and
rolled
over in bed and "It" stopped.
I was so exhausted from what I just
experienced
that I feel asleep and didn't wake until the next morning.
After
telling my friend this she looked at me so amazed and told me that in
fact
she had the same experience right down to the very last detail. This
was
so liberating in a sense for me cuz I wasn't the only one like I
thought. The other interesting thing is that my
sisters husband has had the
same
experience as well. I was just wondering
if anyone else has
experienced
this and if they know what "it" was that visited me in my room
that
night?
Where
did my Ghost GO
By:
Jeannette@tricitiesbev.com
I
MOVED INTO A 1970 MOBILE HOME THIS MAY.
THE HOME ITSELF WAS VERY RUN DOWN BUT THE MAIN ATTRACTION WAS NICE SIZE
LOT AND THE BEAUTIFUL FLOWERS AND TREES .
I HAD PROBLEMS ALMOST IMMEDIATELY.
THE POWER COMPANY COULD NOT EXPLAIN WHY MY LIGHTS KEPT DIMMING DOWN AND
WHY NONE OF MY APPLIENCES WOULD WORK PROPERLY.
A WEEK AFTER I MOVED IN I WAS AWAKENED AT 3:45AM BY A LOUD CRASHING
NOISE COMING FROM THE BEDROOM AT THE FRONT OF THE HOUSE. ALL 3 OF MY CATS WERE LAYING ON MY BED. AND WERE ACCOUNTED FOR SO I KNEW THEY HAD NOT
KNOCKED ANYTHING OVER. THEN I HEARD
CRASHING AND BANGING COMING FROM OUTSIDE THE FRONT DOOR. I WAS TERRIFIED AND SINCE I WAS ALONE I KNEW
I WOULD HAVE TO GO AND INVESTIGATE. I
GRABBED MY CORDLESS PHONE AND WENT TO THE FRONT DOOR. ONCE AGAIN THERE WAS A LOUD BANGING NOISE
COMING FROM THE FRONT BEDROOM. I THOUGHT
THAT PERHAPS AN INTRUDER WAS TRYING TO BREAK IN THROUGH THE FRONT WINDOW AND
JUST AS I WENT TO OPEN UP THE FRONT DOOR AND RUN TO THE SAFTEY OF A NEIGHBORS
HOUSE THE DOORKNOB OF THE FRONT BEDROOM STARTED TO SLOWLY TURN. I WAS FROZEN AND COULD BARLEY DIAL 911 ON MY
PHONE. THE OPERATOR STAYED ON THE LINE
UNTIL THE POLICE ARRIVED. I WAS TOO AFRAID
TO GO OUT THE FRONT DOOR SO I STOOD FROZEN TO THE SPOT LOOKING AT THE DOOR
HANDLE. IT STARTED TO SHAKE AND RATTLE
BUT DID NOT OPEN. 5 MINUTES LATER THE
POLICE ARRIVED AND LOOKED THROUGH THE
ENTIRE HOME. THEY SAID NOTHING HAD COME
IN FROM THE OUTSIDE AND HAD NO EXPLANATION.
I
DID NOT LEAVE MY HOME AS I HAD READ BOOKS ON
GHOSTS BEFORE AND DECIDED TO TRY AND TALK TO IT AND LET IT KNOW THAT I WAS
SORRY IF I HAD INVADED ITS SPACE AND THAT I WANTED TO LIVE PEACFULLY AND IF IT
WAS NOT EVIL IT COULD STAY BUT NOT TO SCARE ME ANYMORE.
THE
GHOST OR ENTITY VISITED ME FREQUENTLY AFTER THAT I NEVER SAW IT BUT FELT IT
MOVE AROUND OR THROUGH ME ALONG WITH A FEELING OF BEING CHILLED. MY CHILDREN ARE TO AFRAID TO SLEEP IN THE
FRONT BEDROOM AS THE ONE TIME THEY SLEPT IN THEIR ROOM MY OLDEST SON AWOKE FEELING HIS BED SHAKE. HE IS 14 AND WAS SLEEPING ON THE BOTTOM BUNK
WHILE HIS YOUNGER BROTHER 11 WAS SLEEPING ON THE TOP BUNK. MY YOUNGEST CHILD SAID HE FELT KNOTHING BUT
MY 14 YEAR OLD WAS TERRIFIED. MY
BOYFRIEND HAS BEEN IN BED WITH ME AND
SAID MY NIGHT CLOTHES WERE ICE COLD AFTER I TOLD HIM THE ENTITY WAS IN
THE BED WITH US. I HAVE NOT HAD A VISIT FROM THIS ENTITY FOR A COUPLE OF MONTHS
NOW. I WANT IT TO COME BACK SO I CAN
LEARN MORE ABOUT IT ALTHOUGH I AM STILL AFRAID WHEN I AM ALONE. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT IS HAPPENING I USED
TO LAUGH AT PEOPLE WHO TALKED ABOUT THIS TYPE OF THING. BUT I NOW KNOW THAT GHOSTS ARE REAL. ALSO EVERYTIME SOMETHING WOULD HAPPEN. IT WOULD BE BETWEEN 3 AND 5PM.
St.
Petersburg Haunted House...
By:
jens2@mac.com
I
would like to report my house as being haunted. and it is in one of the older neighborhoods
of St. Petersburg, Florida near Crescent Lake and the Old NorthEast
neighborhoods. My house is now 80 years
old and I'm sure a number of things have happened with its occupants over the
years, but I bought the house in 2002 and several occurrences have happened
since then.
December
2002-- While preparing to move into the house, my girlfriend and I were
painting many of the rooms. She chose to
paint the old nursery in order to make it into her studio and our guest room,
but she couldn't get the door to stay closed to keep the heat in unless she
used something to block the door shut.
After she left for work one night, I walked in that room to see if I
could do something with that door. I
closed the door and it stayed shut just fine.
We knew the ceiling fan didn't work but the light did, but after the
door stood shut for me I could hear a slight humming. Finding the noise was coming from the ceiling
fan, I discovered that the fan was stuck but the motor was trying to turn
anyway, and I wondered how long it would have taken for that motor to perhaps
overheat and catch something on fire?
January
2003-- A month later my girlfriend was getting out of bed and was struck by the
overwhelming scent of an old lady's floral-scented perfume, of which we had
nothing of that sort in the house, the mattress and box springs were brand new,
and we knew it wasn't anything we'd moved into the room.
July
24th, 2004-- During a birthday party at the house one evening, a friend decided
to use the upstairs washroom and when he came back down, asked me if there's
"anyone else" living there. I
said, "Yes, what happened?" He
explained that as he was leaving the washroom he felt something bump into his
arm as if a person was passing by him.
When I asked where it happened, he told me, and it was right outside the
bedrooms where the first two incidences happened.
Late
August, 2004-- As I was typing on my laptop on the bed that evening, I clearly
saw two small, white lights, almost like eyes, appear off the side of my
bed. When I looked directly at them they
quickly dropped back down out of view. I
leapt over the side of the bed and looked underneath, but there was nothing
there.
September
28th, 2004-- A friend who has been able to sense spirits well all her life
visited the house, and is sure she could tell where the old lady was, as well
as the spirit of a young girl... both in the room where the door wouldn't stay
shut back in December of 2002.
She
Waited for Him
By:
hgeddie@mts.net
This
is an incident that happened where I work.
I am a nurses aide, meaning I do everything a nurse does, just for less
pay, anyway this story is about one of my favorite residents. I am not legally
allowed to say names or locations, nothing identifying, but I can tell it in
general.
This
lady came in with terminal cancer, a sharp tongue and a wonderful sense of
humor. She was such a comedian. Hardly ever had a bad day until the end, and
she was always playing pranks on her husband of 60 years and the staff.
The
day she died the family was all heading down.
She had been struggling since the day before, but when the end stage
breathing began and she began to severely mottle we called the family. By nine
thirty in the morning she was surrounded by family, sons, daughters,
grandchidren, great grandchildren and great great grandchildren. We were waiting for her husband who was
coming from the other end of the city and his own doctors appointment.
Instead
of asking the staff to leave the family asked us to stay if we could, so the
nurses made some arrangements and two of us wee allowed to stay, i was one of
them.
We
were all surrounding the bed and touching her and telling her it was ok, she
could go when suddenly she did. Her
chest rose once more then nothing. We
waited to see if she would start again, she had in the past, she'd scared the
crap out of one of the students we had at the time.
My
partner went for the nurse manager to pronounce death and we all hugged each
other and cried. Her husband walked into the room virtually unnoticed. Suddenly he was just there and he picked up
her hand to kiss it. We all fell silent
to alow him his moment of peace with her.
The air felt super charged, like something special was about to
happen. Then the bedside lamp
flickered several times, it was a brand new lamp, so the connection wasn't the
problem. Her husband closed his eyes and
bowed his head, we could see his tears and were about to turn away out of
respect when his eyes grew wide and suddenly he chuckled softly. Some of us felt like a breeze blew by us,
really quick like. Then the lamp
brightened again and the feeling of waiting was gone. He looked at me when we had to back up for
the nurse to pronounce death and he asked me if I had felt anything strange.I
told him I saw the lamp flicker and felt cold.
He told me that when he was trying not to cry he had felt something
touch his face the way his wife had touched him. It was true, every day she would kiss him and
she would reach up and cup his right cheek in her hand. Then he would lean into it and kiss her palm. This was their ritual every day. She died physically before he could get
there, but she waited around just long enough to say good bye to her husband.
We
the staff, found out that a week later he followed her to the next life quietly
and in his sleep.
There
have been several strange and sometimes sad things that have happened where I
work, and I am convinced that we have our share of ghosts, we are a personal
care home, but that one was one of the most touching and I am glad I got a
chance to be a part of it.
Thanks
for listening
My
Grandma's experience with a Messenger
By:
kcuttill@empire-today.com
This
is absolutely true to the best of my recollection of the event that took place
when I was a child.
This
occurrence happened when my grandma and I went to stay by her sister's house in
Alsip, Illinois right off of (115th and Cicero) for the weekend. This was
something we did every so often so she could spend time with her sisters and I
could visit with the cousins on my father's side. This was in the late eighties
around 87-88. My great aunt Rosie and her husband Henry, whom everyone called Red,
had owned the house since the late sixties. It was a typical tri level suburban
home with the basement stairs down off of the left side of the kitchen, and the
upstairs bedrooms and bathrooms off the kitchen on the right. There was always
something creepy about two sections of the house. The basement bathroom, and
the upstairs bedroom that was directly across from the upstairs bathroom. My
grandma told me she used to use that particular bedroom all the time when she
and her late husband would come stay the night. There was a picture of my great
grandparents in that room on the dresser that gave me the wiggins as well but
black and white photos tend to be somewhat creepy as a rule I guess.
My
grandma is quite a feisty lady, and if she finds something she likes, she
sticks with it. Hence that night when she was in the bathroom upstairs putting
pin curls in her hair. (A style that she rocks to this day). I was downstairs
in the living room with my great aunt Rosie, my great uncle Red, my other great
aunt Gloria, and my cousin Danny. We were watching a movie when we heard my
grandma let out a startled "OHHH!"
This
is what she claims had happened. As I stated she was pin curling her hair and
looking in the mirror. She had her arms up to fasten the pin when she felt
someone standing just outside the doorway. She didn't bother to look, she just
started talking. "If you have to pee Glor, just go ahead, I'm almost
done." No response. She waited a few seconds and finally gave up on the
pin and looked to the doorway. She says what she saw was a figure, impossible
to make out features as it consisted of a black wavy substance. It was thin,
which is why she had assumed it was my great aunt Gloria, as Rosie was rather
round and short. That is when she let out the "OHHH!" sound. The
figure seemed to melt back into that bedroom, and blended into the darkness
until it vanished. When we heard this my aunt Rosie yelled to my grandma
"You okay Gray?"
(My
grandma's name is Grayce, for some reason Rosie has always called her Gray.)
My
grandma came down the stairs visibly startled, and rattled off her experience
at 100 miles an hour. She said she wasn't sure who or what that was but she
didn't feel it came to bear good tidings. We believed her, but no one thought
much of it.
Approximately
two weeks later Red died in his sleep.
Rosie
didn't mention anything about the figure that came to my grandma after that,
but my grandma insisted it had come to warn of death. Since then, her daughter,
my aunt/godmother, tragically passed away at age 47 of kidney failure. Gloria
passed away five years after that, and her brother Bruce the following year. It
may all be a coincidence, but my grandma insists she was visited by an angel of
death that night, and I believe her.
Paranormal
activity seems to run rampant in my family. I have story after story, let me
know if you'd like to hear more I would love to tell someone…
Hello
By:
deena.b@gmail.com
First
of all let me give you some back ground information. Some of my
family
thinks my house is haunted, Im no exception. This story
happened
today October 14/04 and totally creeped me out. I've had
experiences
before, as I wrote to you last time something along these
lines
happened.
I
have a 17 year old cockerspaniel named Pebbles. I've had her since I
was
4 years old. She's a great puppy and still quite with it, although
she's
deaf now. Today as I was dressing for work I heard a scratching
on
my bedroom door and of course I thought it was her, but it was so
strange
as NEVER comes downstairs, its hard for her to get up and down
the
stairs. But since I was the only one home, I assumed she needed to
go
outside and just couldn't wait. So I
open the door to let her in
so
I can just quickly finish dressing and she suddenly turns at my
door
and starts
growling
towards the other end of the basement(our basement is shaped
like
an "L" and my bedroom is where the top of the "L" would be)
...since
she's deaf, she
usually
turns (jumps in fact) when you tap her on the ass, but I did
that
like 4 times
and
she wouldn't turn towards me...it was WIERD. finally, I shook her
and
she half turned but kept looking the other way too, growling as
she
did. It was scaring the shit outta me.
So I grabbed my sweater,
looked
towards where she was looking, saw nothing but felt the need to
bolt
up the stairs.
She
followed me, but slowly and kept turning around and growling.
So
I grabbed my shoes cause I did not want to be that close to the
basement
stairs and they are right at the main entrance of the house,
so
I figured I'd go out the side door.
she
only goes out the house thru the front door, but I couldn't leave
her
outside cause it was raining...so I run to the bathroom to grab
some
q tips to fix my eye makeup on the way to work, cause I just
needed
to get outta the house. She
burns
into the bathroom behind me, turns around and looks down the
hallway,
but upwards at the same time, starts growling again and the
hair
on her neck(and mine) is standing up. so then Im trying to coax
her
out the door and its like she's trying to protect me, she won't
move
and she won't let me move...finally she goes,
but its like she
needs
to stay in front of me, but when I went to let her out, she
wouldn't
go until I put my shoes on and followed her. Usually she's
all
antsy to go outside and since she's so old her bladder is not so
well. Then we went around to the back of the house
(the main
entrance)
so she could go inside and she HAD to go in the house in
front
of me, she looked around when we walked in and I bent down to
pet
her and she licked my face and that was that. I left...After
telling
her that I didn't care if her feet were muddy she wasn't
staying
in her kennel and if she needed to hide go hide
somewhere...hahaha
Im a dork...but that was so bizarre!!!
that
was the strangest thing...I just don't know what was going on but
i
think Pebs was trying to protect me from something.
Hauntings
and Ghost Stories
By:
wendy.yocum@us.army.mil
Well,Here
I am back,again.I really enjoy this website,and the History behind
thesa
stories is both Interesting and chilling.I very MUCH,appriciate,EVEN more,The
time and effort,it takes,to run ANY GREAT WEBSITE,LIKE YOURS,and I know you
cannot always be at the computer,TRULY!I only want to add some stories,retell
some old ones,just to make sure you will see them.IN Fact,I would love to have
pen pals,of the people,that run this site,and also have as idea,for a new
website,I WOULD LOVE,TO Help you,work on!
Anyways,here's
the stories:
Etters,Yocumtown,Pa.My
Husband lived here,and has experiencened alot of this,firsthand;One story
goes,that soon after our first date,in 1979,He arrived home,and saw and heard
his Lab,Sooty,at the time,Barking.He turned and saw a figure with wings,just
twenty feet from where he parked the van.
Other
stories include;A girl on horseback frequents the valley where Yocumtown
sits.About ten or twenty years before,a Girl did apparently get killed while
riding,and both the horse and girl are seen.Also,my husband and
some
friends saw a man digging,in the field,across from parent's house;Cold spots were
felt as they got closer,and could see the figure raising and lowering
shovel.Also,on many nights,a horse's clomping is heard,going down the main
street of town:The people call this Thier Guardian spirit,and fear no evil
spirits,when they hear the horse.Also,some
years before,Husband has heard footsteps in hall of his old house,saw doorknob
turning,and door opened,no one there.has also found boxes and barrels moved in
attic.
New
Cumberland,off Lower Bridge street;Grandparents of Husband had a house and Vanilla
extract and Pine Cleaner Business in basement and attic,I have been there,and
felt Presences;sounds of Dog walking across floor of attice heard,Have heard
talking,(grandparents long snice gone)
(Note:Allister
Crowley,Noted Student of Occult,and Mystic,visited Etters and Yocumtown on many
occasions and said it Is the MOST magical place,In this part of the World)
Marysville,Pa.many
people killed along ifamous Kech's Curve,(outside Marysville)We live along
there,Knew Roy Kech,who lived across street,from us,was very Nice old Man,Part
Hopi,Part Cherokee,passed on Christmas Eve ,around 1989,still see nand feel his
Presence,Have found headlights on in my car in carport,but car is locked,at
night,in morning,have felt presence,in bacxk seat of car,radio station
switched,etc.Have also seen and felt presences of other relatives who have
paassed on,Like Uncle(my Mom's half brother)Found light above old vanity in
bedroom on,and in little room off bedroom.All presences friendly.
Landisburg,and
town near Gettysburg;My Father used to be Courier,for an bank up that way and
also in New Cumberland.He Told us once,back in 1987,How strange things would
happen in and around bank,like money being missing ,strange sounds,etc.Locals
told him,"It's the Collins'Curse"Apparently,The family (that the
Series Dark Shadows modeled their Family after,who by way was known by Charlie
Weaver,who first thought up the Show)has a big House in the Center of
Town:Gravestones have Bats on them:Apparently part of a Cult(not Sure)But
whenever something goes wrong or any noises or Strange Occurences happen,They
say."It's the curse of The Collines"
Well,hope
you enjoy these stories,Take Care ,Hope To hear from you all,soon,and HAPPY
HALLOWEEN!
Your
Hopeful Friend,and Mataphysics Fan,
Ghost
in the ER
By:
tcrosby@ssmh.org
A
few years ago I worked at a local hospital. One of my duties was to give
tours
of the hospital to local school groups - usually kids between the ages
of
10 and 12. One of the most popular areas of the tour was the Emergency
Room,
or ER.
One
day while in the ER with a tour group of about 15 kids, a physician
offered
to show the children how casts are made. The kids were very excited
and
ran over to the table to watch the demonstration. This gave me and my
fellow
tour guide - a coworker named Sally - a chance to relax for a few
minutes.
We
were standing with our backs to the wall when suddenly I felt a child run
behind
me, in the space between my back and the wall.
I also felt a small
hand
on my lower back push me forward a little bit to move me away from the
wall
so they could get by. At the same time, the skirt I was wearing
billowed
from the wind of the running child going by.
I
assumed this was a child who had somehow gotten behind in the tour and was
rushing to catch up with the group. My reaction was to take a step