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
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
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
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 or so. I woke and sat up in bed, frozen. I was petrified after hearing young children running down the hallway, laughing and playing it seemed. It sounded so real, like the feet were actually TOUCHING the floor, but I know the cottage I was in had no children that young. The noises I heard finally trailed off, and I got the courage to go out into the hall, and saw not a thing, just darkness. I ran down the hall to the woman who was on staff for that evening. She didn't hear anything, but told me that when she made her rounds upstairs, it was very scary because she would hear doors open and close behind her, but no one was awake.
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
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
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
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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
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
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.
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
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
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.
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.
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!).
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.
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
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.
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"?
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
Where did my Ghost GO
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...
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
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
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…
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
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
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
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
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 forward
and look behind me to see which child it was. You can imagine my surprise
when I saw that there was no child there!!! Sally, who was standing right
next to me, looked at me and said "Did you just feel a child run by behind
Perhaps this was the ghost of a child who had died in the ER and who wanted
to join the living children watching the doctor make a cast?
I told this story when it happened to my mom first and a few friends. They were all pretty spooked and I don't have any clue what to make of it. I go to school at the University of Kentucky. I was traveling home to Northern KY one weekend to see my family--nothing out of the ordinary. I had my radio up loud as usual and was listening to a CD. Going northbound, I saw in the distance flashing lights in the southbound lane. There appeared to be an accident. The accident took up all four of the southbound lanes--apparently a semi truck had 'jack-knifed' across the highway. As I came upon the horrible wreck, i glanced out my driver's side window. All of the sudden, my radio volume began to go down. My CD player in my car beeps as the knob is turned up or down. The beeping continued and I literally saw my knob on my radio turning down all the way form 23 to 0 on the display. The volume continued to beep even after reaching zero until after I passed the wreck. I slowed down and felt a cold chill up my neck at the strange occurrence of events. I called my mom immediately after it happened and asked her to turn on the news to see what happened in the accident and if anyone we knew was in it; but it had not been reported yet. To this day I cannot explain what happened and it has not occurred since. After telling my boyfriend the story, he thought "someone" from the accident was riding with me, letting me know something happened--or pay my respects by turning down my blasting radio. But you think what you want, I have no answer. I turn my radio down myself now when I pass accidents.
Marked with an A
As a child my family often gathered at our house for holidays. One time when someone decided to take a group photo of all the children present we were posed on our sofa with the smaller children setting on the older one's laps and some standing behind the sofa so that every one could get into the picture. being the oldest one there I was setting in the middle of everyone holding another child on my lap when something really strange happened. I felt a pain in my finger and looked down and saw a small withered looking hand with talons where fingernails should have been. I don't recall seeing anything attached to the hand. I just saw the hand. and it clawed at my hand and made a gouge in my little finger, causeing it to bleed. Of course I screamed bloody murder and everyone jumped off the couch, and the adults took the cushions off the sofa and turned ut up on it's side and never found anything that could have caused the wound. I still have the scar in the form of a perfectly shaped capitol letter A on the little finger of my right hand. I can't say exactlly how old I was at the time but I was between age 5 and 10 years of age. That's not the only thing that happened in that house to myself and several other members of my family. but it's one of the stranger ones. I must say I have found your site of great interest and you may use this story on line if you wish. Thanks and God Bless!
My Guardian Angel and My RoomMate
My Guardian Angel
Hi I'm 17 yrs old. I live in Houston, Tx. When i was 14 yrs old I was sleeping in the living room. I went back to my room for a brief moment to get a pillow. When I came back to the living room I saw that there was a woman all in white just sitting on the other couch we have. She was beautiful and had curly hair and yes, she had wings too. She was just sitting there with a smile on her face watching every move a made and then when I got to the couch i was sleeping on, she watched me go to sleep. I felt so safe around her.
My Room Mate
This happened when I was 13. It was 3 in tha morining and i was the only one up at that time. I was in the living room watching movies and drinking orange juice. It started to get cold in the living room so i got up to turn off the fan. When i was reaching for the fan switch i heard a voice of a lil gurl. the lil girl said, "Ana come play with us" then i heard the gurl giggle. When i looked behind me there was nobody then i looked to the tv to see that there was no tape on and even the tv wasn't on. The direction that the voice was coming from was from a wall in the corner of the living room. I wasn't really scared i was more like freaked that i actually got to hear a ghost call my name. I think she is the one that plays with my hair and tickles me when im asleep. I haven't heard her since. But she still plays with my hair and tickles me while i sleep.
Northwood Cemetary:Cambridge, OHIO
My name is Josh and I am a resident of Cambridge Ohio and I have been all my life. (19yrs). When I was 17, my friends and I was interested in spirits/ghosts/apparations and so we had bought some equiptment to help us go ghosthunting. we had heard about the woman in white located in the Northwood cemetery and we thought that would be the best place to go. So on the night of September 18th, 2002 we decided to try and get the the ghost on camera. We had gone about 7:30pm and had been there for an hour or so waiting and hoping we see her. It started getting late, later than what we all thought, but we didnt care we were going to see her that night! Well, I started to feel somewhat dizzy, I had this weird feeling, like I wanted to start crying? I didnt understand that? So I just kept walking with my other 2 buddies, but as I kept walking I started feeling even more emotional, tears started to drip from eyes. My friends looked at me and said whats the matter and I said I didnt know? At that point we were smack dab in the middle of the cemetery. I wanted to go home at that point! So we started walking towards the car, and then I started hearing these cries, cries of little children, all around me. I asked if my friends could hear them, but they thought I was just messing with them, but one glance at the freighten look on my face they started believing. But they couldnt hear the cries? Only me? Why me? The children seemed as if they followed me, the cries got louder and louder. We finally got to the car and by this point I couldnt hear the cries any longer, I dont even remember them stopping... I wasnt really all there, I was crying so bad, Emotionally beaten...by torment, the cries imbeded my head all night. I felt somewhat better once I got home, I felt like id been mentally raped. I ended up selling all my ghost equiptment over the next couple of weeks on Ebay and I will never go to Northwood ever again. Ive tried telling people but all they do is laugh and make fun. My friends were there they know what they saw, I know what I heard, I felt how they felt. The white women, I believe she is there, but I believe there are more, more intense things than a woman in white, what is making the children cry in Northwood Cemetery? If you are interested in hearing more, or even wanna come check it out for yourself , I would love that.... hopefully what happend to me will happen again. So everyone will then believe me.
My Grandmother's Visit
When I was 11 years old my Grandmother passed away two weeks before Christmas in 1990 while we lived in Florida. I was very close to her and she had this chair that she had for years, before we even moved there. Well on Christmas day of 1990 my brother, who was 17 at the time, and I went to the living room and all we could smell was our Grandmother. We then noticed that her chair was rocking just the way she always rocked when she was alive. Of course this freaked me out, my parents came running out and they saw the chair moving but couldn't smell her. They thought we had moved the chair. Well about 4 years later We moved back to Massachusetts and I was staying with my Aunt while my parents packed our house in Florida and moved everything up here. One night I was in my cousins room with her listening to the radio and all of a sudden the volume was really low. We went to check it and the dial was turned all the way down. Neither of us was near the radio and there was no one else in the room. So we didn't think to much of it then all of a sudden my cousin started crying. I asked her what was wrong and she said she could smell our Grandmother. I started to smell it to and next thing we know the stereo was louder than anything. My aunt came in yelling at us to turn it down but almost as soo nas she was done yelling the volume went back down and she could smell it to. I have since grown and started my own family and my 6 year old daughter who had never even seen a picture of her great grandmother tells me that she knows what she looks like and she has described her smell. I finally took out a picture and showed it to her and she said that is the person that talks to me, i can't understand her but she trys to talk to me. I started talking to my daughter in French and she told me that is how my grandmother speaks to her. She also said the woman's name is Terry, thats what she called her the first time she saw her. My grandmothers name is Theresa. It was very spooky but I finally realized that my grandmother was right, she will always be there for me.
My mame is Maria and I guess it first started when I was 15 years old.My great grandmother was living with us she was 83.I got up early one cold sunday morning to make a cup of tea. coming back to my room I new something was not right the minute I walked into the room. I saw a women standing in the room she wore a veil on her face and had a long gown on. I had always thought that if I would see something I would be truly frightend. That was not the case I felt a calm come over me. Not beliveing what I saw I closed my eyes.When I opened them again the woman was gone.I knew in a instant that my great grandmother was going to die. And she did one month later of a stroke.That was just the beginning of my sight into the unknown.
2 Separate Ghost Encounters
Hello i am currently 14 and live in California and just recently a few weird
things have happend. The first happed in the summer that just passed of
03'/04' i was hanging out with my friends at a nearby school called
peninsula. The school was said to be haunted, the main building which wasnt
very big was quite old and so was the school. The building looked more like
a home/store. My friends and i late at night sometimes would go to the
school and play hide and seek and tag in the dark. Now at one point i got
seperated with my friends Paolo, and Ben (whom i was hiding with) and i was
near the old bulding. It is told that a woman died there ( i dont know how )
and so i was creeping past when i looked up and a the second floor window, a
very faint white light with the slightest tint of green was eminating from
the window along with the sound of a violin. Now normally i would say,
"someone must be here late from the school staff, maybe a music teacher" but
i mean it was around like 12pm-1am and the light from the window wasnt a
normal light. At seeing that i loudly scream SH** and slowly backed away
body numb in fear, and after i shouted the light got brighter and the violin
louder, like it was approaching the window, I then proceeded to run off the
school grounds, now i also ran because there is someone who lives at the
school, a care taker (we have to be quiet and not wake him up or he will
call the cops), now one would think it could have been him, but his cottage
he lives at on the grounds is close to the bulding near the exit of school
grounds, well as i was running i saw a light flip on in his home and just as
i was leaving the school premise he opened the door to peer around. Later
when i found my friends again (i waited for them outside of the school) when
we were at my friends house they were talking about their hiding spots and
one of my friends mentioned the violin and light, and after that a couple
others admitted to seeing it...so i wasnt the only one.
The other other time: In my house there are normal odd occurances, creaking
floorboards as if someone where walking, not sneaking, nor troding their way
through my house, just walking at a normal pace, doors would open from time
to time, see shadows move out of the corner of my eye, and hear thumping
from all over, under the floor boards in my hallway (we have NO basement)
and from the walls, all this happened while i was alone. My mom belives
strongly in the paranormal, yet i have not told her of this, and she has yet
to encounter any of this stuff, but as i was saying. So every night i sleep
in the living room (my bed is too small and room too small) and i was awoken
in the early morning, The air around my upper body was lukewarm yet at my
legs toasty, yet as seconds past a heavy unseeable pressure was pressing
down on my chest making me stuggle for breath and the air rapidly became
cold, (now if you know me i sleep like a bear in hybernation getting
tranqed) well that stuff didint bother me too much, but then in an instant
my throat became fridgidly cold, and it felt as if someone grabed me by the
throat, then if felt as if i was being choked, my breathing restricted, my
eyes shot open and they opened as i was looking down and i saw a pale,
semi-translucent (more solid than not) hand at my throat, i was in a state
of semi conciousness and i flailed my arms as if to get the attacker off me
and flung my blanket into the far corner of the room and my eyes darted to
across the room as a shadowy figure of a averagly tall female with long
brown hair was drifting backwards mouthing what seemed to be the words
"sorry" now during the attack my body was numb and icy cold but as she
mouthed what i thought to be sorry my body immediatly warmed and the numbing
ceased. I fell back asleep almost immediatly as weird as it seems, and when
i awoke my blanket was on me, and when i asked my mom if she did it the next
morning she said she had not. So im not sure what to make of this, could be
some weird illusions...but the pain and fear i felt was defiantly real.
The Voice that Was Heard
THIS HAPPENED WHEN ME AND MY GIRLFRIEND WENT WALKING ABOUT 2/ 3 IN
AFTERNOON. WHERE WE LIVED PEOPLE THREW AWAY TV, RADIOS AND GOOD THINGS. SO WE WENT WALKING AS WE WAS WALKING I KEPT HEARING SOMEONE SAYING HELP ME. I LOOKED AROUND AND BRUSHED IT OFF, WE KEPT ON WALKING I HEARD THE GIRL VOICE AGAIN PLEASE HELP ME. I LOOKED DOWN THE DITCH TO SEE IF SOMEONE HAD FALLEN I SAW NOTHING THEN DECIDED I MUST BE CRAZY. DO YOU HEAR SOMEONE YELLING HELP ME I ASKED MY FRIEND SHE SAID NO WHY I TOLD HER SOMEONE KEEPS YELLING HELP ME .. SHE SAID OH ITS YOUR IMAGINATION. THEN WE GOT TO OUR DESTINATION AND STARTED GOIN THRUOGH THE TRASH I HAD FOUND A SET OF EARPHONES AND FORGOT WHAT SHE FOUND IT STUNK SOO BAD UP THERE THE STENCH COULD HAVE KNOCKED YOU OUT IM LIKE LETS GO IT STINKS UP HERE SHE SAID OK AND WE HAD STOPPED AT HER FRIENDS HOUSE HER GRANDFATHER ASKED HER HAVE YOU SEEN (AMY) SHE SAID NO WHY. HE SAID WELL SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO BREAK UP WITH HER BOYFRIEND BECAUSE HES BECOMING TOO CONTROLLING. SHE SAID WELL WE KEEP EYE OUT FOR HER..NOTE: THERE WAS 5 BAGS OF TRASH AND ONE BOX WE LOOKED IN THE BOX AND ONLY 4 BAGS OF TRASH... NEXT DAY ANOTHER GUY WENT UP THERE TO TAKE HIS TRASH AND LOOK AND OPEN THE LAST BAG AND FOUND THE GIRL DECAPITATED AND SHOT. MY GIRLFRIEND CALLED ME THE NEXT DAY SAID YOU KNOW THE VOICES YOU WAS HEARING IM LIKE YES SHE SAID WELL A GUY FOUND AMY IN THAT LAST BAG .. IM LIKE I NEED TO GO TO BATHROOM. TOOK ME A MINUTE TO COME TO MY SENSES . I WENT TO HER HOUSE AND SHE EXPLAINED THE BOYFRIEND HAD KILLED HER BECAUSE SHE WAS LEAVING HIM FOR SOMEONE ELSE..I DONT KNOW IF YOU CALL IT GHOST STORY OR NOT SINCE I ONLY HEARD THE VOICE NOT SEEN THE GHOST. ANYWAY SCARED THE HELL OUT OF ME..
I know your imagination can get away from you sometimes, But what I saw at the trail that night I'll never forget. I'm your original 15 year old girl living in a small town in Alabama called Athens where nothing goes on unless you're trespassing or vandalizing. I had always heard tales about the "haunted" trail that is 5 miles longs & is part of a historical mark for the Civil War(There is a train trestle that the war was faught on, on the trail).I've never made it back to the trestle, and I kind of don't want to from what I saw only 200 yards into the trail. It was your typical summer night in Alabama, clear & warm. Me & a few of my friends decided to go "ghost hunting", Something we always do. I brought up the subject of The Trail & we were on our way immediately. It was around 11 p.m., Very dark, & Extremely Eerie at the trail, So eerie that it sent chills down our backs. I had been to the trail many times before this certain night, But could never bring myself to walk down it because of this gut feeling I had(W h I would've stuck to it). There were 4 of us, & we had 2 flashlights, so the guys decided the girls should carry them. We started on our way down the trail checking every birdhouse, tree, and sign we saw. We really didn't think we'd see anything, Actually, we really hoped we WOULDN'T see anything. I was walking in front while my girl friend walked slightly parallel to me & the guys were behind us. If anyone was going to see anything, it would be me. We got a good ways down the trail, and I heard a weird noise and started shining my light all around the place. The next thing I know, I'm shining my light on a guy dressed in a light grey outfit, he looked like a Confederate Soldier from those Civil War movies, like "Cold Mountain". He was standing on the left side tree line, and walked right in front of me, light shining on him & all, and walked into the right side tree line & vanished. I started screaming, my legs went numb, and I got this overwhelming feeling of someone watching me. My girl friend who was behind me was not there anymore, nor were the guys. They all saw what I saw, and started running back to the vehicles. I ran back to the car also, and none of us talked on the way home. We all knew what we saw, and we feared it. I will never go back to that trail, ever.
The Old Crow Inn
The Old Crow Inn is located in Danville, KY. It is the oldest stone house west of the Alleghenies. It was built in 1780 and originally called the Barbee House. It now serves as a bed & breakfast.
A few years back, my wife and I were to stay at the inn after attending an evening performance at another historical site in Danville, The Pioneer Playhouse. It was the early fall and as we returned for the night the air suddenly turned cold and a fine, misty rain began to fall, accompanied by a low fog that formed amongst the trees and shrubs on the grounds surrounding the inn.
If you visit the inn's web site you will see a picture of the room we stayed in, referred to as "The Granary", a very quaint part of the house once used to support the attached kitchen. In earlier times the kitchen had been manned by a rather large, black lady who had subsequently been murdered (along with her dog) by what was described as "gypsies". (This, however, did not occur at the inn but a few miles away. In addition, her murder and the facts surrounding it would not be relayed to my wife and myself until the next day.)
As we prepared for bed I recall peering out the barred window above the bed, thinking how cold and damp it looked and what a good night it was to be inside. But as the night progressed I became very restless, unable to completely fall asleep, seemingly remaining in a state of semi-consciousness. At one point I recall looking over at my wife and thinking how soundly she was sleeping, almost as if she had taken a sedative (which she had not). Eventually, I did fall asleep and began dreaming that I was in a town which seemed to be set in the early nineteen twenties or thirties. I remember looking in store fronts at the period items that were for sale and seeing old cars from that era parked on the dirt street. For some strange reason I knew that this town was populated by black folks, although I do not recall seeing any people of this race in my dream, or for that matter, any people at all. Suddenly I became very agitated and frightened of something that I could not see but that was very terrifying to me. I remember thinking that I had to wake up in order to escape whatever was scaring me but I couldn't make myself open my eyes; it was a very helpless feeling. Suddenly I felt the distinct sensation of someone (or something) squeezing my left toe (as my foot was sticking out from under the covers). I know this sounds somewhat comical but in retrospect it brought to mind the way a mother or grandmother might wake a child from sleep, whether to get them up for the day (or to spare them from a bad dream). I immediately woke up to find no one at the foot of the bed and my wife still very sound asleep. I couldn't get back to sleep as I kept thinking about how frightened I had been and how real the sensation of my toe being squeezed had felt. Eventually we got up and dressed and went up to the main part of the house to meet our hostess and the other boarders for breakfast. Up to now I had not said anything to my wife about my experience because I was not sure how it would sound to her. As we made small talk with another couple, who had stayed the night in a restored cabin located on the grounds, our hostess entered the room. I asked her if she had experienced any strange occurrences during her time as owner of The Old Crow Inn. Without hesitation she began to relate several instances to us such as the times when her house pets would become frightened by unseen presences, particularly in a certain room of the house and how she and her family had been saved from a faulty furnace leaking carbon monoxide by a warning she had received during a dream. She was very convinced that the old house had a presence or multiple presences of some type. She also recounted some of the history of the inn, including the murder of the black cook and the sudden death of a previous owner who planned on razing the inn in order to replace it with a housing development. Before I could recount my experience of the night before, the couple spoke up. They said that before going to sleep that they had both been reading in bed. Eventually they had turned their respective reading lamps off at each lamp rather than at the master switch across the room. They did this for the obvious reason of not having to cross an unfamiliar room to turn on the light if it were needed during the night. But when one of them indeed found the need to get up during the night, they discovered the master switch had been thrown, disabling control of their lamps from their bed. And then upon awakening the next morning they found that the master switch had again been thrown after they had reset it following the first instance. I then related my "toe squeezin experience" which was received rather well, presumably due to the stories that had proceeded it. After breakfast my wife and I returned to our room and prepared to leave. My wife eventually went back into the main part of the house to retrieve the invoice for our stay while I remained behind and began to fill out a check for payment. While waiting for her to return I put the checkbook down onto a small table and began to organize our luggage for transfer to our car. When my wife came back with the invoice I asked her what she had done with the checkbook although I was standing there when she entered the room. It wasn't where I had just left it a few minutes before so we began to search for it. Eventually we found it buried under a stack of magazines, almost as if it were deliberately being hidden there. This event tended to re-enforce what had transpired the night before and what our hostess had related to us about the inn. And while these experiences were unusual we have returned to stay at The Old Crow Inn several times with out experiencing anything similar to what happened during that particular visit. But to this day I can still remember the distinct feel of the physical pressure applied to my toe by whoever or whatever woke me from my disturbing dream. And I know that I will never, ever forget it.
THE LADY IN MY HOUSE
MY NAME IS JUAN AND I LIVE IN N. RIALTO IN WHAT THEY CALL “THE COUNTRY CLUB”. IT IS A VERY QUIET NEIGHBORHOOD, COMPARED TO WHERE I USED TO LIVE AT IN LA PUENTE 1 YEAR AGO. AFTER I MOVED INTO MY HOUSE, I FELT A STRANGE FEELING THERE. IT WAS FAR TOO QUIET AND DARK AT NIGHT. I WAS USED TO NOISE. ONE COLD NIGHT THIS YEAR IN JANUARY, MY GIRLFRIEND AND I WERE HAVING SOME DRINKS WITH THE LIGHTS OFF, BY THE FIREPLACE. MY GIRLFRIEND GOT UP TO USE THE RESTROOM, BUT THEN RAN BACK CRYING AND JUMPED ON MY LAP. I ASKED HER WHAT WAS WRONG, BUT SHE JUST TOLD ME SHE GOT A REALLY SCARED FEELING FOR SOME REASON. I JUST THOUGHT SHE WAS SLIGHTLY INTOXICATED SO I JUST COMFORTED HER AND MADE HER FEEL AT EASE.
A WEEK LATER, MY GIRLFRIEND TOOK OUR BABY INTO THE ROOM TO PUT HER TO SLEEP, AND FELL ASLEEP HERSELF. I ENDED UP FALLING ASLEEP IN THE LIVING ROOM BY MYSELF. I WOKE UP AND SAW AN IMAGE OF SOMETHING VERY DISTURBING. TIL THIS DAY I KNOW I WAS WIDE AWAKE AND I KNOW WHAT I SAW!!! I SAW THE IMAGE OF A LADY AT THE END OF THE COUCH WHERE I WAS SLEEPING AT, AND SHE APPEARED TO BE VERY SAD, LOOKING DOWN. IT WAS QUITE A SHOCK AT FIRST, BUT THEN I REALIZED I HAD NO FEAR OF HER. MEANWHILE, I’M STILL LOOKING RIGHT AT HER! I JUST TOLD HER “YOU DON’T BELONG HERE, AND I WILL PRAY FOR YOU”. SO I DID! OF COURSE I CLOSED MY EYES TO PRAY, AND WHEN I OPENED THEM, SHE WAS GONE. I KNEW WHAT I SAW THOUGH…!
TWO DAYS LATER, I COULD NOT HOLD INSIDE OF ME WHAT I HAD SEEN ANYMORE. I WANTED TO TELL MY GIRLFRIEND, BUT I WAS AFRAID SHE WOULDN’T BELIEVE ME AND MAKE FUN OF ME. EITHER THAT OR GET SO SCARED SHE WOULD NOT WANT TO COME OVER ANYMORE. SO I TOLD HER. WHEN I TOLD HER I WOKE UP AND SAW AN IMAGE OF A LADY, SHE STOPPED ME. SHE THEN DESCRIBED THE LADY TO ME. SHE SAID “WAS SHE OLDER, HAVE SHORT HAIR AND LIGHT SKINNED, AND ABOUT 5’6’’? I WAS SHOCKED FOR A MINUTE THEN ANSWERED “YES, HOW DID YOU KNOW”? SHE THEN TOLD ME, “REMEMBER THAT NIGHT WE WERE HAVING DRINKS AND I WENT TO GO USE THE RESTROOM BUT THEN CAME RUNNING BACK”? I ANSWERED “YES, WHY”? SHE THEN TOLD ME THAT THE SAME LADY WAS AT THE END OF THE HALLWAY STARING AT HER ANGRILY!!!
THAT IS MY STORY, SORRY IT’S LONG BUT I WANTED TO FULLY EXPLAIN IT. MY GRANDMOTHER CAME OVER A FEW DAYS LATER AND DID SOME KIND OF PRAYER WITH HOLY WATER IN THE HOUSE AND EVER SINCE THEN, IT’S JUST BACK TO BEING THE SAME OLD QUIET HOUSE. BUT FOR HOW LONG…?
Sturgeon Point Spector
Sturgeon Point on Lake Huron is said to have the most shipwrecks of the entire lake, that is until they built the Lighthouse. It was the summer of '81 and I was a girl of eight lucky enough to be invited to my rich aunt's summer home. The "cottage," as my aunt referred to it was built on the beach and was a five minute walk to the lighthouse. My cousin and are were the same age so the two of us played from sun up till sundown. Her older brother would show us all the things he would find while snorkeling among the boulders. Our imaginations would run wild wondering about what had happened to all those ships, and the people on them. We would examine the wooden planks and wonder what part of the ship is this from? The strangest thing he found was a cast iron wagon wheel.
The nights always caught us girls on our guard. The beach itself wasn't scary, but rather the back of the house facing the road. Our room was located upstairs facing the street, and had a glass sliding door that went out to a large balcony. The house was surrounded by thick(and very dark)woods, and on one side was the neighbors house. I awoke one night out of a dead sleep to go to the bathroom. I got out of bed trying to see my way to the door, and glanced out the glass door to the neighbor's house. He had his porch lights on and I noticed someone standing there. I wondered if I was seeing things, but no, there was a woman dressed in a long flowing gown looking up at his balcony. I knew it was a ghost because I could see that she was somewhat transparent and had a soft glow. I was more amazed than afraid. After a few seconds she disappeared. It all happened so fast that I didn't have a chance to wake up my cousin and show her. When she was awakened I described what I saw, a woman with very long wavy hair wearing a long dress looking up at the balcony next door. Since the Neighbors house was so close there could be no mistaking what I saw.
My aunt sold the house ten years ago and I wonder if the new owners ever see the lady in white. I also wonder if there is any connection with the spirit and the lighthouse.
Ok, not sure where to start. I'm from a small community in Virginia called Norton. There is a place not far from where I grew up that we always called "under the hill". There was an old house there at one time, it's where my mother grew up. This is one of the scariest places I've ever been. Because of the way the land lays, it gets dark there hours before anywhere else. I rarley went there growing up and never went ther after dark. The place is always cold and you always feel as if you are being watched. There is an old cemetary nearby that holds four graves, a family. I never heard where they came from or what the cause of death was but I know there are from around 1862 or so. Ghosts have been seen there along with other "things". It is just so unbelieably dark there at night. My mother told me a story of her father having a package taken from him as he walked home one night. I'm not sure why I wrote, just wanted to pass this along. I got goose-bumps writing this
I grew up in a haunted house in the Olney part of Philly. Every night I would hear whispering, and people calling out to me. I also knew someone was standing at the foot of my bed. One particular time I was lying in bed when an unseen person sat on the edge of the bed. There was an imprint in the mattress, and I felt someone there. The “person” sat there for several minutes then got up and left. There was a cold spot at the foot of the stairs of this house, and there were times when I would see glances of someone out of the corner of my eye. I lived in that house until I turned 13, and up until that time for as long as I can remember, I had these weird experiences. The voices and whispering and the person at the foot of my bead happened mostly every night. I thought this was normal, so I didn’t tell anyone. Recently I questioned my other family members especially my brother who shared my bedroom, and no one else had any strange experiences. A strange footnote, when we moved to south jersey, my sister and father experienced a doorlatch opening and closing by itself. I had no ghostly experiences in the house in jersey, or since.