Since I was born my parents were always religious,
still are to this day. I myself am a die-hard
Catholic with a firm belief in the Gospel that none
could break. This experience still happens once in
awhile though my first was an event I'll never forget.
This is a true story!
I was about 7 or 8 years old I can't remember really.
At that age, surprisingly, my chest was showing a few
signs of hair and my father remarked it looked like I
had a cross on my chest. Being religious only
strengthened the matter. That night while I slept I
felt this presence in the room. It wasn't malevolent
but kind and gentle. Lately I had trouble sleeping,
bad nightmares and night terrors. I felt as if it was
holding me and I thought at the time I felt soft downy
feathers underneath me. The next morning when I woke
up I asked my mother if she had slept with me to help
me sleep and her answer was no, stating I was sleeping
like a baby. Since that time I've had this presence
with me whenever I feel depressed or lonely or I have
trouble sleeping. When I talked to the local priest
he said it's your guardain angel that has become
overprotective of you. When I met a prominent psychic
she explained this being follows me wherever I go but
cannot describe what he/she is. She also stated that
the air around me swirls in strange patterns as if to
say I have a unique presence in the universe. To this
day I still feel it's presence around me even in an
empty room. I've come to the conclusion that it is
either my guardian angel or spirit guide as my Apache
mentor told me.
I have several things that have happened to my family and me over the years. Some were pleasant experiences, some not so pleasant.
When I was four years old my mother died of cancer. Even though we knew my mom was a Christian and was in Heaven, this was devastating to our family, as you can imagine. My dad was suddenly left with two girls to raise all by himself (my older sister was eight at the time). My family tried to help out as much as possible, especially my paternal grandparents. They were God sent. They lived right next door to us so we were over there as much as possible. They basically helped raise, and spoil, my sister and I. (I promise this will be pertinent to my story later on.)
About 2 = years later, my dad remarried. One night when my sister and I were asleep my stepmother came in our room and checked on us. She said that when she loo d in the room she saw my mother standing over us. My mother looked at her, smiled, and then disappeared. My stepmother said she felt like my mother was telling her that shes glad that we had another mother but that she (my mother) would always be watching over us.
The next event happened to me when I was 14 or 15. My MawMaw (the one that helped raise me) started having mini-strokes. She was in and out of the hospital a lot for about a year. One day at the end of school, my dad called the school and told my sister and I that they had to rush MawMaw to the hospital. My sister drove to the hospital as fast as she could but we were too late. When we got in the hospital room my entire family was crying. My dad looked at me and said, Shes gone. I excused myself and ran to the bathroom. As soon as I shut the door I cried. I remember thinking I cant believe shes gone. This isnt right. That night, I went to bed thinking about my MawMaw. In the middle of the night I woke up and saw something above my head. It smiled at me and said, Im alright now. You dont have to worry about me. I screamed because I didnt know what or who it was. My dad ran into the room and I told him what happened. He hugged me and said, Honey, I think that was your MawMaw. As soon as he said that, I knew he was right and I felt a peace come over me.
Well, thats all that Ill share for right now. Maybe next time Ill tell about a frightening experience I had about 4 years ago.
I Think it is Grandpa
My house is haunted I am the 3rd generation that has lived in my home. My grandparents both died here in my home as well as a uncle who died at the age of 14. I believe the ghosts may have been here way before because one day when my grandfather was in the garage he claims he saw a woman walking along the wall with a poka doted dress and hat on. He went to ask her what she was doing and she vanished. What has happened to me is at night I smelled food being cooked but no one is there. Things will turn off and on by themselves. One interesting event that happened was soon after my grandfather passed away his old car was parked out side in the street in the middle of the night a nieghbor was awaken to hear someone trying to break in the car he called to us on the phone and let us know the police were called. How ever in the time that this took place the neighbor view a man coming out of the shadows and chasing the criminal away. No one knows who that was but I think it was grandpa :) thank you
Experiences with the Other Side
I JUST WANTED TO SHARE A FEW STORIES THAT I HAVE EXPERIENCED AND HOPE YOU
ENJOY THEM. MY FIRST EXPERIENCE WAS WHEN I WAS ELEVEN AND THE NIGHT MY
GRAND FATHER DIED WHEN THAT PHONE RANG AT ON A SUNDAY EVENING, THE
RING WAS SUCH A DIFFERENT KIND OF RING AND I KNEW EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED AND STARTED TO CRY BEFORE MY MOTHER GOT OFF THE PHONE. I WASN'T ALLOWED TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL AND SEE MY GRAND FATHER ONE LAST TIME MY FATHER WANTED ME TO REMEMBER HIS FATHER ALIVE AND WELL. WELL THAT NIGHT I WENT TO BED AND AS I WAS A SLEEP FOR SOME ODD REASON I ROSE FROM MY BED IN A STATE OF AWARENESS BUT NOT QUITE FULLY AWAKE EITHER TO MY GRAND FATHER WALKING IN MY ROOM IN THE SUNDAY OUTFIT HE USE TO WEAR EVERY SUNDAY AND SAT AT THE END OF MY BED AND NODDED HIS HEAD AND SMILED. A SENSE OF I CAN HANDLE HIS DEATH INSTANTLY CAME OVER ME AND I WAS AT EASE, HOWEVER AS HE WALKED INTO MY ROOM HE JUST DISAPPEARED FROM THE FOOT OF MY BED LIKE THAT WAS HIS ONLY PURPOSE FOR BEING BACK. I WILL BE EVER GRATEFUL FOR THAT EXPERIENCE. OTHERS SMALLER THINGS LIKE WHEN I WAS NINETEEN AND MY SON PAST AWAY AT BIRTH I WOULD CONSTANTLY HEAR A BABY CRY, AND WHEN MY FATHER DIED ALMOST FIVE YEARS AGO, WHEN I DRIVE HIS TRUCK AT TIMES I CAN STILL SMELL HIS COLOGNE. THE ONE THING THAT STANDS OUT TO LET ME KNOW THAT SPIRITS OR GHOSTS OR WHAT EVER YOU WANT TO CALL THEM DO HAVE A SENSE OF HUMOR AND THAT IS WHEN AT THE TIME HUSBAND AND I INHERITED MY IN LAWS HOME AS WE LIVED THERE THINGS LIKE THE COFFEE POT WOULD GO ON BY ITSELF OR THE HEATER WOULD BE ON AND RUNNING LIKE EVERY MORNING WHEN MY IN LAWS WOULD BE ALIVE DURING THE WINTER TIME IN NEW MEXICO. OR WHEN WE WERE ASLEEP AND WE WOULD HEAR LAUGHTER IN THE LIVING ROOM MY AT
THE TIME HUSBAND WOULD WAKE UP AND SAY BE QUIET DAD WE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP AND THE LAUGHTER WOULD IMMEDIATELY STOP. THE FEELING AT NIGHT WHEN I WOULD GO OUT AND FEED MY DOGS THAT SOME ONE WAS BEHIND ME AND THE FREQUENT BARKING OF MY DOGS AND NO ONE AROUND NOT EVEN ANOTHER STRAY ANIMAL, BUT THE ONE THAT STANDS OUT WITH MY IN LAWS WAS THE NIGHT I DECIDED I WANT TO READ AND WAS NEXT TO THE LIGHT AND THIS PARTICULAR LIGHT WAS ONE OF THOSE THREE WAY TOUCH LAMPS, WELL AS I WAS READING IT WOULD SUDDENLY TURN ITS SELF OFF WELL AT THE TIME I DIDN'T THINK ANYTHING OF IT BECAUSE I THOUGHT SOMEONE AROUND THE NEIGHBORHOOD HAD SOMETHING OF THE SAME FREQUENCY. SO I WOULD JUST TURN IT ON AGAIN AND CONTINUE READING WELL IT TURN IT SELF OFF A COUPLE OF TIMES AND MY AT THE TIME HUSBAND WAS GETTING UPSET AND THOUGHT I WAS DOING IT WELL I TOLD HIM IT WASN'T ME AND DECIDED TO DO AN EXPERIMENT SO WE SAT UP IN BED AND THE NEXT TIME IT DID THIS I SAID PLEASE TURN IT BACK ON AND SURE ENOUGH IT CAME BACK ON BUT ONLY TO THE LOW SETTING AND THEN I SAID TURN IT UP AND IT WENT TO THE HIGHEST SETTING AND THEN GO OFF WELL LIKE A DUMMY I FOUGHT WITH MY DEAD IN LAWS AND THE LAMP FOR A GOOD TWENTY MINUTES WHEN I FINALLY
GAVE UP AND TOLD THEM I AM GOING TO BED OUT OF SURE EXHAUSTION. THE NEXT
MORNING WE HAD A GOOD LAUGH
AND LEARNED TO DEAL WITH THEIR MISCHIEF UNTIL WE SOLD THE HOUSE AND
BOY IN THE STREET
It was a summer night and my mother,brother,sister,aunt,cousin and I were driving home from the shore. It was really hot and humid out so i decided to open my window. I had it down for about 5 minutes when a very cold breeze came and it gave me chills up my spine! Then i saw this image in the middle of the road. It was a boy he looked about 15 or 16 yrs old. He was wearing a american flag shirt with jeans and converse sneakers and he had like reddish brownish hair. It looked like he was going to give me a letter. Then all of a sudden a truck came went right through him and then he vanished and I never saw him again> I have had other ghost expiriences with ghosts before but not like this! Real thing and it really happened!
Figures in the Smoke
First of all I would like
to keep my identity anon. I don't want to lose my job over what I'm going to
write. I'm an Australian bush fire fighter and live on the
As we parked the truck and was getting our gear, one of my teammates spotted someone in the smoke. "Bugger, but there's two f**king kids in that there fire!"
So him and I donned our overalls and went in looking for these two "kids". Suddenly, the smoke got thicker and I soon lost my mate in the smoke. I found myself wandering around like a headless chook, cursing and swearing like a sailor when I felt someone holding my hand. Like a child. Whoever the 'kid' was, they led out of the fire and onto the dirt road where I met up with the others. They thought I was shitting them. Wasn't till a few days later I happened to be in the local historical society when I stumbled upon an old newspaper clipping dating back to 1926. The exact spot where I had the above experience used to be a farmhouse (that is true because I found the old house a few weeks later) and a bushfire came burning through. The farmhouse was burnt down killing two kids-a boy aged and his sister 7/8. Both parents survived. Weird or what?
Today I was taking a shower when all of a sudden the light started to flicker and I said to myself," I'm going to be out of the shower in a Minute" .So while I was still in the shower the light went out for about 10-15sec. When all of a sudden it came on again, and it was perfectly fine and I thought to myself "how could a light go out for about 10 sec. then come on again and be perfectly fine and not flicker". Besides both my grandparents passed away my Grandma 2001 and my grandpa 2002 and maybe it was them trying to tell me something. Theres also another story of when I was home alone and down stiars there is a work room with a whole bunch of tool anyway I kept hearing rattling noises down stairs so I went down to see what it was and no one was there so maybe it was again my granpa trying to tell me something.
Haunted USS Alabama
My experience happened in late October to early November of 1985 or 1986, and for years I have searched the Web and reading materials of WWII for information regarding the USS Alabama. I gave up for a while, but recently my interest was aroused again, and there is more information available now on this ship.
I toured the ship with my first husband and two other couples. No one else was on the ship except the six of us, and each couple choose a different route. I believe there were three painted lines: red, yellow, and blue at the beginning of the tour and each route ran through the entire ship but just not together. Each couple chose a different route and we did not run into each other again because the ship was so large. A few minutes into the tour, I had the feeling of not being alone, that other people were watching us and I kept turning around looking for someone but no one was ever there. This continued throughout the entire tour until my husband started questioning me on why I kept turning around. When I told him, he just scoffed at me. I never heard any voices or saw anyone/anything, but I just had the uncanny feeling of an unseen presence and some sadness. The only noises I remember was something being banged on metal which I attributed to "settling" of the ship. At the very end of the tour just before we were to get off the ship, we saw a sleeping compartment for some sort of lieutenant. I entered the compartment and sat on the bunk for just a second or two. As I was coming out of this compartment, something snatched a diamond earring out of my ear. Not much pain, but definitely a force and not just the earring falling out on its own. I was upset because I thought even if I was able to find the earring, I would have to go to a jewelry store to get another back for it because I knew I would never be able to find the tiny little back to it. When we found the earring, it was in a corner 10-12 feet from where I had been standing and the back was still on it. I took this to mean that there definitely had been someone/something else on that tour with us and because my husband kept scoffing at me, this was the "other person's" way of letting me know I had not been wrong.
This next part may just be my imagination or maybe there could have been pictures of some of the officers on the ship at the time I was there, I don't remember, but for years I have carried the image of a tall, thin faced, blond officer in my mind. No name; just his face. A few weeks ago when I began my search again for information on the ship, one Web site had pictures and biographies of some of the commanders; one is the face I have seen in my mind for years. Unless there were pictures on that ship back in '85 or '86, there is no other place I could have seen that face. None of books on WWII I have searched through had this man in them.
This is the only strange thing that has ever happened to me. I have been to the Winchester Mystery House in California, the Oak Alley Plantation in Louisiana, Civil War battlefield parks, etc., (well documented "haunted" sites) and never ever has anything even remotely "different" happened to me.
When I was a small child (around 7 or
8) in the late 1950's, my parents took
our family consisting of my sister, and
two families of cousins and all of their parents plus one grandmother to the
I don't know if anyone else has expierienced what i have, it was so wierd. Ok.... It all started christmas eve me and my sister were laying in our beds just waiting for "santa" to come and give us our presants. I was just lying there when i sort of drifted off into a kind of half awake half asleep feeling (but i swear it was real!) anyway, i was sleeping sort of only with my eyes wide open when i looked into a small corner of the room when i see little figures dancing as if they were at some sort of party or something, so i think to myself "okay i'm freakin' crazy!" and so i just put it to the side of my mind. Then I was still dreaming (normally) when i suddenly picture myself wakeing up but that i was being spun around in the middle of the room repitively; I woke up so scared so i went to get a glass of water. When i was pretty well up the full set of stairs i saw my mother sitting at the table having a glass of somesort so i continued, Then just as i go to turn the light on in the bathroom i feel this INCREDIBLE force push right through me i swear to this day i can still picture it in my mind i can see myself standing there paralyzed with fear. Not being able to move at all i stood there and all i could think about was ... My grandmother who past away about 3 years ago. I'm not sure who or what it was but all i know is that it obveously wanted to tell me something that was very importent, i'm not really sure what it was that the spirit or whatever it was i encounterd wanted me to know? but i still get scared of even thinking of the word"Ghosts or spirits" but yet it pulls me toward the thrill of them.
Hello. I've sent a couple of my experiences here before, when I was a bit
younger. I've stated before that I live in an old school house that has
much spiritual activity Lately, there has been much more activity than usual.
I will start by telling a story that happened to me when I was about 13 (I'm
17 now). It was very early in the morning, dark as a matter of fact. I was
half-asleep on the couch in my living room, just about to wake up. In the
hallway from the kitchen, I heard a a growl, then a scratching sound. This
scratching turned into a tapping, like how a dog runs on a hard floor. This
sound seemed to rush from the hallway closer to me, when all of the sudden,
I feel something hit me as I try to wake up. What happened next can be
explained as sleep paralysis, but instead of just the feeling of being
pushed down, I felt as if my chest was torn open and my insides were ripped
apart. The growling was still present, along with my whimperred voice
trying to let out a scream. After I tried to "put up a fight" with whatever
it was, a hallucination or some other being, I jumped back awake with tears
dripping. My chest felt that pain for that entire day.
The reason why I told that story, even though I'm not sure if it's a
hallucination or not, is that it closely relates to another experience, that
happened not to long ago, almost a week actually. I was, again, half
asleep, in my bed (the same room where I have mentioned seeing a ghost lady
at the foot of my bed in another experience I have emailed), where I was
practically having a nigtmare. It was a strange nightmare, where there were
faceless beings surrounding me, ripping my body apart. It's a dream, so
it's very hard to explain in words. Well, usually in nightmares, you widely
awaken in fear before you go back to sleep. The most disturbing thing about
this is, after I became widely awake... these same apparitions were still in
my room, surrounding me, muttering and growling. I then closed my eyes,
fell back on my pillow and let out a cry. I woke my mom up, she rushed in
to see waht was wrong, and she saw me laying there with my eyes wide open on
my pale face. I felt sick for a week since that day.
I thought hard about this occurance, when I realized that the sounds and
feelings I have sensed from the first story, were present in what happened
in the second one. It's a rough connection, but I felt the very same
emotions, and I feel there must be a connection. They both happened in my
waking-stage of sleep, the spirits (as I think they are) rush an "attack"
towards the inside of the chest, and are disturbingly similar. In any case,
it's something I really want to look into. I've had plenty of people spend
the night here, in the living room mostly, and hear strange noises coming
from that branch of the house (my room, the hallway and kitchen are all in
the same branch of the house, which is the newer addition to the old
schoolhouse building). Some of my friends who have been here late at night
felt a strang presence from that hallway too. I know I've felt it as a
child, I remember trying to avoid that hallway for my life.
I've read the articles on Sleep Paralysis here at The Shadowlands, hoping to
find more answers to what this means. I'm fully aware of the fact that
tricks on the mind can happen in a sleep state, but Istill keep an open eye
on the possibility of spiritual activity working in a very phenomenal way.
My Farmhouse Ghost Experience
I remember when I was a little girl, my grandparents owned a colonial farmhouse that had been standing for at least 150 years. My grandmother thought the house may have been used for the underground railroad, because it had a few little doors and rooms off of some of the closets in the bedrooms and in the basement. I wasnt allowed to go into them because they didn't have electricity and my grandmother was afraid that I would hurt myself. Members of my family said that I wouldn't want to go in them anyway, because there were ghosts there. Of course I didn't believe them, I thought they were just telling me this to scare me. (As any 7 year old would.) But that was all going to change one night when I spent the night there one night. I was staying in their guest room, which had one of those little rooms off of the closet. The little room was probably for extra storage, or maybe a staircase because the back was all boarded up. and late that night, I woke up because I thought I was being watched. I looked up, and noticed that the closet door was open and a small figure was standing there, glowing bluish. I screamed and ran into my grandmother's room, and wouldn't go back into that room. I never saw that figure again, but I did see another ghost of an elderly farmer on the property. I was nine this time and playing in the barn. I was upstairs in the hay loft, burrowing around in the hay. (Again, lik I wasn't supposed to be.) Again, I had that same feeling of being watched. I sat up and looked around and in the corner, an elderly farmer was standing, watching me. At first I thought it was my grandfather, but then I realized that his feet weren't touching the floor. As soon as I noticed this, I screamed and ran out of the barn. There have been many sightings of him since then, including one of my brother seeing him floating outside of a second story window.
I lived in a haunted house for 10 years. You see, I could feel ceartin
weird feeling espisally in my own room. I could also hear whispering in the
back off the house. doors would mysterly open in different parts of my
house. Then when we were finally going to move, the house we about to move i
got a weird vibe. But lucky for me we moved into a that is ok, but I will
never forget my experiences in that dark house.
Not Awake, Not Asleep, something happens to me
This is an experience I have had repeatedly, over the course of several years, when I am in bed for the night, just falling asleep. Still, to this day, it tries to return, but I have found ways to avoid it (or fight it) because it scares the heck out of me.
It's almost as if it were a dream, but I am not actually asleep when it happens. I feel as if it is when I am on the verge of sleep, but still almost awake. Like just before your mind actually lets go and sleeps, there is a place in between and it lasts only a second, but that's when this thing happens to me. I can only speak for myself, I don't know of any one else who has experienced this, but I've heard stories... Also, when ever I remember this, it is always in slow motion.
I feel as if something comes at me, from behind always, always toward my back, it's like a dark shadow and it tries to suck me deeper into sleep and if I don't fight it with ALL MY MIGHT I truly believe I will never wake up again. While this is happening I am frozen and cannot move, yet I am aware of my room, I am aware of things around me and what is happening, I can even hear my TV. I can scream in my mind, and hear barely an "uuhhh" come out of my own mouth. It takes ALL my might and effort to open my eyes, but once I get my eyes open I can focus on things in my room like my dresser or door anything and come out of it, but it SO STRONG I sometimes feel I might not be able to fight it and that is why I believe I never will wake up. The whole time this is happening I am frozen to my bed and cannot move. Please note, it's hard to explain, it doesn't feel as if it is pulling my body, it is pulling ME, deeper into "sleep". One time it was pulling me so strongly that when I did get my eyes open, I actually could see my room, but it was as if looking through water, or fog. It still had me even though I was opening my eyes.
This is a true experience, believe this. I am not joking, I would not type this much otherwise... If I were to compare it to any thing I would say it resembles the dark figures or shadows (in the movie "Ghost" with Whoopie Goldburg) that come and take some one away right after they have died. Please note, I cannot physically see whatever this is, I am saying that this is my guess of what it would look like.
To this day I still cannot
sleep without the TV. This has happened to me repeatedly. Countless times
within a span of several years. When this began, I lived in an apartment near
the Piedmont Hills in the Bay Area,
What ever it is followed me when I moved, and to this day I still feel it, although it has been a while since I have struggled with it when I go to sleep. I must have my boyfriend hold me with my back at his chest, (spoon fashion) and this works and when he rolls over I make sure my back is touching his and I feel comfortable this way. As long as my back, or behind me isn't open, or "exposed", for some reason it isn't as bad when I feel my back is "protected", and I am not as vulnerable when I am facing " IT ". I know, this all sounds strange, but it is true. There is more also, but too much to write, but I wouldn't mind telling about every thing else, it's just too much to type.
I am curious to know if any one else has had a similar experience, or if you know what this is, I would so appreciate learning more because understanding it would help me greatly. If so you can e-mail me at: email@example.com
Nursing Home I work at..
Don't really know where to start so I'll start @ the
feel free to use this on your sight.
I work in a nursing home, 3rd shift, for the last year
I have been transferred to the 1st floor. I, amoung
others. have seen some pretty weird stuff. it kinda
starts like this.
bout 6 months ago I started seeing off the wall
things. while all of us where @ the nursing station.
(there are only 4 employees on 3rd shift 1st floor)
pple comming out of the dining room NOT in wheelchairs
but walking upright and pretty darn fast. a person(s)
down one hall walking out of one room and into the
next on the same side of the hall. (both rooms have
water turning on in one room's bathroom.
One resident that passed away about 4 months ago can
still be heard laughing. ( I have never heard this
personally but others have)
A entity that AWALYS runs the same direction @
lightning speed with arms flailing. I'm talking 28
DAYS LATER style. (only two of us have seen this)
I see it some times upto 5 times a night. BUT only
when I'm down one certain hall.
I call it the "track runner"
These are some of the real common things that happen.
Now for the Ghost stories.
About 3 months ago I had a resident that is metally
with it. ask me to get "that man" out of her room. It
litrally gave me goose bumps.
When I asked her where he was she said there by the
mirror. Needless to say I saw NO ONE.
So later on I asked a co-worker if she had seen
anything that was diffrent or odd. before I could
finish the sentence she told me to stop and went pale.
about 10 minutes later she came to me again and
started talking. mainly about the things I posted
above. We ended up @ the nursing station in a pretty
good discussion and ALL of us had pretty much the same
Fast forward to Thursday Oct. 14th/15th 3rd shift..
The same resident that had asked me a few months ago
to remove the "man" by the mirror from her room rings
her call bell.
I go down and ask what I can do. She tells me to "get
him out of here" I ask who? the person by the dresser.
So now I'm thinking Tooo Coool......
I step out in the hall and get another co-worker and
have her wait out side the door out of sight.
as I return into the room she is now asking me "Why is
my husband with that stranger?" " My husband is dead
and I don't know that other person" I ask her where
they are and she tells me.
"Don't Act that way with me I'm not crazy I know what
I see." Then proceeds to get verbally abusive with me.
THe other Co-worker comes in @ this point After
hearing what went on. and the resident goes through
the same routine about her husband and the stranger
So we get the charge nurse. Same routine.
About a hour later another resident rings her call
bell. @ this point two of us go down together
(diffrent hall). This resident is begging us to get
her out of bed. Her words. " I don't want to be in bed
with him he's not my husband and I don't know him."
She was deffinatly shook up, so we transferred her to
her chair and brought her out to the nursing station
While we are getting her some coffee and gram crackers
another bell rings, again diffrent hall.
The charge nurse got that one. She comes back out and
stated that the resident said the man by her TV told
her "she wasn't going to be here much longer" and she
insisted that "he" was still there
although the charge nurse couldn't see him even after
turning the lights on.
The 1st lady that saw her husband and stranger rings
So three of us went down and left one aid to watch the
halls answer and answer call lights.
This time two of us stay in the hall and only the
charge nurse went in. The resident started talking
about possosion and demons. Very detailed and very
scarry to say the least.
I figured with all the weird stuff happing @ work and
all, I would share what I've been experiencing with my
co-workers as of late.
I've had other uncanny happings in my life @ other
places, but nothing with this much activity, or so
many other pple. That either agree with me, or
describe what I have seen to me 1st, without me
Nursing Home I work at.. the rest of it.
If your going to use it then I'll give you the rest of
the stuff that has happened over the last few months
The lady that saw her husband and the stranger has a
roommate. that is "with it" mentally also.
She has stated in a rather calm voice. "What's he
doing here?" When asked who? she just says " Oh never
mind I must be getting confused in my old age." she's
86 and every bit as sharp as a gisu knife.
Whe have one resident that not only believes in black
magic but has threaten to "put a spell" on me and
She stated that if I was older or she were younger
she would put a love binding spell on me to attach us
now and in the after life.
She wasn't so kind with her threats of magic to the
other co-worker. She out right threatened harm to her.
I confronted her son and daughter (both in their 60's)
about the whole magic thing. both @ the same time
together. They said not only did she practice it but
nothing any good ever came out of it. And that they
were raised around it and had no wishes to participate
in it. Both are christians that go to church. I to am
a christian and have no desire to be involved in it in
any way shape or form.
We have found things moved around @ work that WE know
where put in one place then found in another.
Nobody would fess up to moving the items.
Our front door code alert alarm will go off on it's
own. This is setup on the inner doors so I can't be
the wind blowing hard.
This is something that will only go off if someone
opens or walks though the door.
and for some reason never trips on other shifts unless
a resident with a code alert walks though the door.
Several of us have seen faces in the windows of the
fire escape doors leading to the stairs.
again you can't get on the outside of these doors with
out setting a alarm off.
Matter of fact that was one of the 1st things I ever
experienced out of the norm @ work on that floor.
When I worked on the 2nd floor we had a lady that was
out of it literally didn't speak and spent her waking
hours in a gerry chair.
One night while doing rounds she starts talking.
" I don't want to die,I don't want to die,I don't want
to die, I don't want to go to the light,I don't want
to go to the light,I don't want to go to the light."
My Co-worker tells her "It's alright just go to he
We found her dead less than 20 minutes later.
I work security for the Auditorium and had experience some strange
things during my shift. There were times when I would see some of the
dressing rooms lights on from the outside of the building and before I
open the dressing room doors the light would turn off . There was
another time when I was checking the dressing room one by one and out of
nowhere the showers would turn on by themselves. There was a security
officer who claimed that he has seen one of the old engineers up on top
of the stage in the middle of the night when no one was in the
Auditorium. The strange thing about that is one of the engineers fell
off the stage a long time ago and died. One of the cleaning crew member
stated to me that while she was cleaning the females bathroom she herd a
mans voice tell here to get out but there was nobody there. The
Auditorium was build in 1932 and has a old bomb shelter.
THIS INCIDENT HAPPENED IN THE BACK YARD OF MY PARENTS HOUSE ON THEIR PATIO AND WAS WITNESSED BY ME PERSONALLY. WHEN MY PARENTS BOUGHT THEIR HOME, ONE OF THE FIRST THINGS THAT THEY DID WAS TO BUILD A BIG PATIO WITH A ROOF ON IT.
THEY BOTH USED TO LIKE TO SIT OUT THERE IN THE SUMMER UNTIL DARK ALMOST EVERY NIGHT.
THIS PARTICULAR AFTERNOON, I DECIDED TO VISIT AND I GOT OVER THERE LONG BEFORE DARK WITH THE IDEA OF SPENDING SOME TIME VISITING WITH THEM ON THEIR PATIO. DAD HAD A RECLINER OUT THERE AND MOM HAD A SWING THAT SHE LOVED TO USE. I WENT AROUND BACK AND, SURE ENOUGH, THEY WERE ON THE PATIO SO I PULLED UP A CHAIR AND STARTED TO VISIT. I WAS ONLY ABOUT FIVE OR SIX FEET FROM MOM AND DAD WAS A LITTLE FARTHER STRAIGHT ACROSS THE PATIO FROM HER. I WAS TALKING TO DAD AND LOOKING IN HIS DIRECTION WHEN, ALL AT ONCE, I HEARD THE SOUND OF CLAWS ON WOOD AS IF SOMETHING WAS TRYING TO CLIMB UP THE BACK OF MOM'S SWING RIGHT NEXT TO ME. I JERKED MY HEAD AROUND TOWARD THE SOUND JUST IN TIME TO SEE MOM VAULT OUT OF HER SWING WITH A YELL.
SHE STOOD IN THE MIDDLE OF THE PATIO LOOKING AT THAT SWING, THEN TURNED TO ME AND ASKED ME" DID YOU HEAR THAT"? " I SURE DID," I ANSWERED BACK. THEN DAD CHIMED IN WITH "WHAT IN THE DEVIL MADE THAT SOUND"? SHE THEN TOLD US THAT SHE DEFINITELY FELT SOMETHING TRYING TO CLIMB UP THE BACK OF HER SWING WITH HER AS SHE COULD FEEL IT AS WELL AS HEAR IT.
NOW THIS WOULD HAVE BEEN FAIRLY ORDINARY HAD THERE BEEN ANYTHING THERE, WHICH THERE WAS NOT!! IT WAS JUST TURNING DUSK BUT IT WAS A LONG WAY FROM BEING DARK AND THE SOUND HAD COME FROM AN AREA ONLY ABOUT FIVE OR SIX FEET FROM ME SO IT WAS VERY LOUD AND DISTINCT- I HAD HEARD SOMETHING CLIMBING UP THE BACK OF THE SWING AS CLEAR AS COULD BE.
WE JUST STOOD THERE FOR A FEW MINUTES TRYING TO GATHER OUR THOUGHTS AS TO WHAT HAD JUST HAPPENED BUT THERE WAS NO EXPLANATION FORTHCOMING. WE TALKED OF IT OFTEN BUT COULD NEVER COME UP WITH A SATISFACTORY EXPLANATION FOR IT. IT NEVER HAPPENED AGAIN, EVEN THOUGH SHE AND DAD CONTINUED TO USE IT IN THE SUMMER UNTIL HE PASSED ON. WITH HIM GONE, SHE NEVER SAT OUT THERE ALONE AGAIN ALTHOUGH SHE USED IT WITH FRIENDS AND FAMILY OVER.
Since I lived There
From about 1997 to 1999 I
lived in a duplex with my dad in
would happen in the kitchen like the oven alarm going off when no one had
been cooking anything. Once the can opener turned on all by itself. The
thing that happened most often was the toilet in my bathroom flushing by
itself. At first it was just once in a while but then it started to happen
almost every day. None of it ever scared me though, but one thing happened
to my dad that kinda freaked him out. One night he was in bed going to sleep
and he felt the bed sink down like someone was laying next to him. At first
he thought it was our dog but there was nothing there, and the dog was
sleeping in my room that night. Oh, and one of my friends knew the people
who lived there before me. He said the same sorts of things happened to
those people. He had been over there before when the toilet flushed by
itself. He told me all this before I said anything about what had happened
since I lived there.
Strange Things in our Houses
Me and my friends all have strange things that happen at our houses. Ever since we where young we have felt presences of other people and all have seen other people walking around mostly at night. Recently my good friends family lost their house and had to move to a new one farthur away. We all went together to check out her house and to see what we could find. It was kinda creepy there (no other houses around, in the middle of the woods, burnt down barn in the yard, just plain creepy) But the thing that stood out the most was the door to her basment. The door had been painted blood red and was the only door in the house like it. We all stood around it and could feel that something wasnt right about what was down there. We all decided to go down and check it out anyways just to make sure that it wasnt our imaginations. The stairs where old and almost rotten through and when we got to the bottom there was 2 rooms. The one didnt give us a bad vibe and was actually kinda cool. It had a fireplace and an old table and a door that led right to the woods but when we went near the other we all stopped at the same spot before the door. Something didnt feel right and we couldnt go any further in. It was dark in that room becuase there was no light for it and no windows in it. All of the cornors looked so much darker then the rest of the room though. They where all pitch black. We felt a big gust of cold air come out of the room and saw a pair of eyes in the furthest corner of the room. They looked like a cats eyes when they are hit by the light but there was no cat in the house. We went upstairs and told her family about it. Her mom understands stuff like that and put a cross on the door hopeing to keep what was down there out.
Since we felt such a strong feeling down there we all decided to look around more in the house to see if we got the same feeling but nothing more came from inside the house. We went out to the old barn and felt that same feeling again that something wasnt right. Half of the barn was gone due to a fire that happend in it but we could still get up in the loft just not to the back end of it. Something felt really wronge up there so we left right away. After a while we did some research on the house and found that it was built almost a hundred years ago. The third set of owners that had that house had a child that freezed to death in the woods when she was 5. The fourth person that owned the house hung himself in the barn. The people that owned the house before my friend moved in where the ones that had the fire in the barn and the article said there was no major loses but they did lose their pet dog in the fire.
We have seen more disturbing things from that house since we found out what happend but we have started to learn how to ignore them. They dont bother us but they still show up once in a while and just watch us. We know that they dont want to hurt us so we learned to live with them. Still no one goes into the basment becuase there is something bigger down there that we arent ready to face.
That was the First
I am a 12 year old girl from
Ok. This is one of the many stories I've been told. I have never had an experience of my own (thank goodness, I am so freaked out about the paranormal, but I continue to torture myself by reading about it all. By the way your website is great, keep it running!) So I guess in a way, I was here for this one, but not technically. My best friend Betty's (not her real name) mom looks after a bunch of kids after school. I am not one of them, so keep in mind that I am not there. On this day, only Betty, my other friend Kady, and another girl I dont know real well Kriss (not their real names), were at Betty's house. Betty's mom was out shopping and the rest of the family was at work or still at school. Betty and the other girls were in Betty's room when they heard a thumping noise coming from in the closet. No one was home, and my friends arent exactly the bravest people on earth, so of course it freaked them out. Betty immediately called me because the thumping kept going on and I lived on the next street over. She was crying so hard, and I could hear Kady and Kriss screaming and crying harder with evey thump (I could hear all this over the phone, thats how loud it was). I always see people do this on movies, so I told them to tell whatever it was to knock once for "no" and knock twice for "yes" I heard them say that and then told them to ask it something. My friends were all too scared but I told them to do it if they wanted to know the truth. So I heard Betty ask, "Is something in there?". A loud KNOCK KNOCK came from the closet. All my friends screamed and cried harder. I moved away from my closet because that was where I was near in my room at the time. Then Betty asked, "Can you tell us your name?". KNOCK! AHHH! Went everyone in the room. Then I couldnt hear my friend anyomore. I started freaking out. But it turned out that in all the excitement, my friend dropped the phone and it turned off. She called back, but they left the room. >From her living room, they could still hear thumping, but it stopped 5 minutes later when Betty's momcame home. They told her all this, and I dont know if she believed them or not. Betty and her family moved from the house about5 months later, there were also some more stories in that house, but I'll tell them some other time. So in closing, you can believe what you want about that story, but I know that I was hearing everyone scream and cry worse than you see in the movies. I trust my friend and know she cant fake a cry like that. Now I suggest you all get the farthest you can from your closets tonight and have sweet dreams...
I've just emailed a ghost story called "Figures in the smoke". Another story I would like to relate to the readers called The Ghost of Boat Harbour. Once again, I don't want my email address on this story.
The ghost of
The Weirdest Dream
I have been a fan of the unknown since I was little girl.The only one in my family that really understood me with this obsession was my father's mother, my grandmother. She was very spirtual and I loved her dearly. She has had several experiences with the unknow in her life time and had always confided in me.
Well to start off here is a little back ground information my grandmother passed away on November 29, 2001at the age of 57, the day after my husband 21st birthday. She had complained for about a year that she didn't feel well that her stomach hurt. I told her everytime i talked to her that she needed to go see a doctor. She had went and they told her it was an ulcer. Which wasn't true she bleed into her stomach for about a year, she had a small rip in her aorta valve in her heart. She died while she was christmas shopping This was definately a devistating blow. I thought i would never recover from this loss. I had so much anger towards her for leaving me. I hadnt seen her in almost a year and was planning to come and see her the 2nd week in december.( my husband and I live about1800 miles from her) Eventually I did recover from this and about october of 2002 I was talking with my grandfather on the phone. We were talking about my Grandma. He decided to tell me that about a week before she died she had told him and his friend Kenny that she knew that she was going to die and thier would be 2 more deaths in the family before the new year.( this did come true her second cousin and my grandpa's best friend passed away before January) I then questioned my grandfather on this. Why wouldn't she have told me? We talked about everything. Why not me? We spoke for about 10 minutes longer and both hung up.I decided the best thing I could do was go and get some sleep. For the first year after my grandmas death I would always feel so depressed after my conversations with my grandpa.
So with this still weighing on my mind I went to sleep. It was a very deep sleep which is not really normal for me. I normally toss and turn. During this time I started dreaming that I was in a large room with my grandmother. I was questioning her, Why hadnt you told me, She just kept apologizing for this not really answering the question. The dream was pretty long and drawn out but for some reason I can't remember what else was said. She then said" I have to go but before I do I have something to show you." She opened a door on the side of the room. I was standing in the door way and suddenly she was gone and I was on the side of a highway with my friend Kelly. We we on the side of the road apparently having been in a car accident. Her car was parked beside us not really having or showing any damage. I was crying and I had Kelly in my arms. She was covered in blood, I was screaming and crying as she died in my arms on the side of that highway. As suddenly as it started it stopped and I woke up. I was still crying. This just felt so very real I was sad because of the situation that happened toward the end of the dream but I felt satisfied with seeing and talking to my grandmother. I didn't really know if I was crying over the loss of my friend or because I was able to talk to my grandmother one last time. It had to have been the weirdest "dream" I have ever had.I sat up thinking about this for awhile i am not really sure what time it was, but it felt like forever before I fell back to sleep.
Even after I woke up the next morning to get ready for work this dream was so vivd that it lingered with me. Normally i cant remember any dreams that I have, atleast not with so much detail.
As I walked through the door to my job the first person I saw was Kelly. I immediately told her my dream. She just kinda looked at me with a weird look on her face. She said her fiance had the same type of dream last night. That she died in a car accident on the side of a highway. We all bacisally just joked about it, it was just to much of a coincedence.It was friday and we just kinda forgot with the upcomming weekend. We went on for about the next week. I had called my father and told him about it he said well death means life. About a week before halloween kelly had called out from work said she was terrible ill and could not come in. She had went to the emergency room and they told her she was pregnant. It was a total shock for her. All of us were in shock. This was just too weird.
I know it was just my grandma telling me she still Knows things even though she is gone.
I was eleven years old when I had my first ghost experience. My great, great grandpa had just died from a serious blood clot in his leg. Me and him always played checkers together before his tragic death. I was in my room when I sensed I was not alone. I hid under my covers until I found the courage inside of me to look. I flipped back my covers, looked at the door, and their it was. It was a shadow. It was obviously my great, great grandpa because he had a checkers board with him. He walked over to me and started setting up the game on my bed. Then my mom walked in and he vanished. I never saw him again
Sleep Paralysis and More
First of all, I appriciate the vast repository of information that this site has to ofer. I appears to be a labor of love, and I wish you much luck wth it.
Now, on to the actual stories.
I have had several experiences over my lifetime. Never the same, always in different locations, mostly because I wasn't silly, or curious enough to stick aound for a second manifestation.
This may not be related,
but when I was younger (about 6) I lived In an old antique mall. It is still located, to this day, in
Near the turn of the
century, I was employed as a security guard for the Phillip Morris Tobacco
On my patrol, I was unfortunate enough NOT to have any direct encounters with this resident. I did find out, though, that he liked people being potie to him. On my way down stairs, on nght, i felt a presence, and I said "You are more than welcome to follow me, if you like?"
I held open the door for a few seconds, and then proceeded down to teh next floor. After finishing that one I went down again. As I entered the stairway, the window began to rattle ans sway, like a powerfull wind was buffeting it. Almost automatically, I reopened the door and said ""Oops, I'm sorry. After you"
The window stopped immediatly, ad i finished my patrol as normal.
I know this has gotton a bit long, but Ihave one more occurance that I wish to mention. I have read up on the experience know as Sleep Paralysis. I have been experiencing it more frequently over the last year. I will find my self wide awake, curled on my side in a featle possion (how I normally sleep), unable to move. The classic dark presence looms just out of vision, and I am deeply troubled. The only sound I can make is a vague growl, so most of the tme I wake up barking and growling and scaring the bajessus out of my fiance.
Thank you for your time and attention...
Hi. I was surfing the net and came across your
website. I have some stories to tell
myself. Here's my first memory of
something unusual happening in the house where I grew up in
We lived in a large two-story house that was built in 1897. We moved there in the spring of '62, when I was just a few months old. My parents were a little uneasy with so much space, so one of the bedrooms was always locked and never used.
When I was about four, my younger brother and I would go upstairs and find that bedroom door open, with two elderly people just sitting quietly in that room. We thought they were our grandparents, so we would sit with them and chat away until our mom called us downstairs. They would smile at us but never talk. Sometimes we went up the stairs but the door would be locked. When that happened, we could peek under the door and see their feet where they were sitting in their chairs.
We kept asking our parents why our grandparents didn't have meals with us, and my dad always said we would go visit them on Sunday. I guess my dad thought we were kidding about seeing our grandparents upstairs. The last time we went up there and found the door open, no one was there. My brother went to a window and moved the curtain aside to look out to the back yard. I opened the closet door and was startled to find both "grandparents" just standing there looking at me. I was confused because I was old enough to know that people just don't stand in closets, but then they smiled at us and sat in their usual chairs, so we both sat on the floor to visit.
One day my dad made a big point of walking us upstairs to show us that the door was locked and that there was no way we could ever go in there without him knowing about it. He tried the handle, showed us that it really was locked, then showed us the key he had. He then opened the door to show us the room.
The room was completely empty, with nothing but a thick layer of dust on the wood floor. My brother and I were surprised because we had always seen the room fully furnished, with heavy draperies at the windows. My dad had the shock of his life though. In the dust on the floor were our footprints. It was obvious that we had walked through that room several times. There were even dustmarks where we sat down to chat.
My dad yelled for my mom and she came running up the stairs. My dad was overexcited, asking who got the key and whether my mother might have accidentally left it open for any reason. My mom started crying, then my brother and I started crying. I don't remember a whole lot after that, except that we never did see those people again. Years later, as more kids came along, that room became my parents'.
My mom won't talk about it to this day. Every now and then we would ask our dad about it, but once he lied and told us that our grandparents actually did stay with us for a while. When we pressed him, telling him what we remembered, he still denied it.
There are a few other things that happened through the years there that I can tell you about if you're interested. A few things happened to me personally, a few other things my siblings told me about. My parents never have admitted to seeing anything there, except my dad once, and we both saw that together so he couldn't deny it.
No One There
A small house in Lutz off of
Hello, I'm Rainy & this
is my odd story about our old house on
When I was 15, I went to a party with my then boyfriend, Mark.
I wasn't suposed to go to parties ever, so we told my parents we went to see a movie.
I had 2 hours until I had to go home (yeah, I know, not long).
I met the host, had some beers, messed around with my guy & went home.
I would later wind up moving in with (& eventually marrying) the man that threw this party.
He lived in a small cracker
box house on
His mother purchased the house after the only owner had recently passed away.
Whether or not he ever really noticed anything strange before, I'm not sure.
All the events I am about to disclose happened after I moved in, right at 17 yrs old.
Tony (my now husband, then boyfriend) & I were adjusting to being together & had
decided to hang his large
door to the kitchen. The house was small & all doors led around the house in a circle.
A small closet was right beside/behind the kitchen/bedroom door. The door had shelves
& cabinets on the walls on both sides of it, in the kitchen.
Shortly after hanging the flag on the door, it began to pop, jerk, rattle & sometimes
move slightly. This happened anytime the house was quiet, day or night, mostly when
we were sleeping, napping, or getting ready to sleep. Sometimes just laying in the bed
or sitting the kitchen quietly, also.
The first night it popped, our dog Inca, was sleeping in our bed as usual, when she looked
up & growled at the door/closet area. Then the door, which was closed, just popped. No
biggy, right? A door can pop. It was weird that Inca growled before hand, but we thought
little of it. It continued to pop several times in the night, agitating the dog & leaving us to
wonder why it was popping. It popped almost every night, at least 2 times a night for a
while after that. Then things got stranger.
We had brought a couple of friends in to stay with us in that tiny house, one in the garrage
& one on the couch. Tony's friend never really experienced anything because he was the
one in the garrage. My best friend, however, was in that house with us day & night.
First, the door noises got louder & more frequent. Then, the rolling started. The large ugly
green foot stool type thing we had in our back room, would roll all by it's self, with no one
in the room. This only happened a couple of times over the years, but it was still freaky.
After that, there was the toilet flushing by it's self a few times. Also only a few times over
the years. The dogs (we had another named Pica by then) would growl at the closet still.
It had been 3 years & we had had a son during this time, as well. He said there was a
"monkey lizard" in our closet (the one behind the kitchen door) that hid from us until we
were asleep so that we wouldn't know it was there. Pretty weird thing to say, for a baby
that just started talking.
Becky (my best friend) HATED to take a shower in that house. She said that someone
cold was watching her & didn't like her. On several occasions she came out of the shower with shampoo still on her ears/ neck or heavy conditioner in her hair. Like she just couldn't
get out of there quick enough.
We had speculated everything from the weight of the flag popping the hinges, to the
house settling (which could also cause the stool to roll), to just plain old oldness of the
house. Nothing explained the growling prehense the door noises. Nothing explained the
toilet flushing. Nothing explained the "monkey lizard" that my son was affraid of. But nothing, & I mean nothing, could explain the tupper ware on the shelf next to the popping
door FLYING OFF at an astonishingly TREMENDOUS force. Like it had been blasted off
with a flying boxer's fist!
Becky & I were in the kitchen when it happened & some of the tupper ware hit Becky.
It was almost unbeleivable. It took a few to set in, that it had all just came flying off.
See, it couldn't have fallen off because of the way Tony had built the shelf. It was slanted
upwards, tilting towards the wall rather than flat. We were somewhat cluttery & wanted to
insure that our unorganized stacks of miscelaneous containers didn't fall in the floor.
Becky would'nt go in the kitchen for awhile after that & moved out into another friend's
apartment soon after. When she would stay over, she wouldn't shower & she wouldn't
pee with the door closed. We had just decided that there were weird things going on that
we couldn't control & since it wasn't too scary, it was okay with us. We got used to it.
Then, while cleaning house & moving things around one week, we decided the flag was
getting kinda tore up hanging on the door all the time. What with our dogs & our son &
the parties we always had every week. So we took it down & put it up. We never had
made the conection to the flag & the problems we had, until it had been down for a couple
of nights. The door hadn't popped or rattled or jerked in 2 nights!
None of the strange occurances ever happened again. Not a one. We started thinking
about when it started to happen & that it was when the flag went up. Thinking about how
it all stopped when the flag came down. How odd that was. Did the old lady that owned
the house not like the flag? Was something else there other than she, that possibly
didn't like the flag? Was it the flag it's self that was the blame? We haven't hung it up
since we moved out to the country. We've had no problems in our new house, either.
This all started about 10 yrs ago, & ended about 3 & a half yrs afterward. We moved out
to expand our family & quality of living after I had been there (at the house on Beaver)
about 4 yrs or so. I just thought it was a neat story to share.
The house has a lot of history. It is about 130 years old now and sits right
on Pineview dam. It used to be a dairy and the foundation of the barn still
lies in the back. The barn was moved a short distance and became a hotel
called the Jackson Fork Inn. To start with the back bedroom, which seems to
have been the master at one point, was always very cold no matter what time
of year, there were bizarre noises throughout the house, and doors and
windows seemed to have a mind of their own. Previous owners had used it as a
summer home. Their son went to the home in the winter, to study for school
without being disturbed, and one year, we're told, he killed himself in the
house. As time went by more and more happened.
We often saw the figure of a young man walking through the house in our
peripheral vision but when you turned to look directly at him nothing was
there. My father once saw him so solidly that he thought it was my brother
and yelled "I'll be off the phone in a sec". The young man walked over to
the couch in the adjoining room and sat down. When my father walked in to
the room no one was there. He called my brother to ask why he had left and
of course the answer was "I've been home the whole time". My parents had
originally used the back bedroom of the home as theirs due to the fact that
it was the only one with an adjoining bathroom. My mother, after a short
time, became very ill. The symptoms were atributed to the age of the home
and possible "mold allergies". Moving my parents bedroom to another end of
the home very quickly fixed this.
This is pretty much the extent of my memory of the experiences. I was very
young. The older couple(with no children) who bought the house from us is a
whole different story. For this reason I feel that the suicide of the boy
had something to do with anger at his parents. I can not remember all the
incidents exactly as described to me but I will try. Everything started out
similar to us, funny noises, strange chill, doors miraculously unlocking
themselves. Soon the wife had become very ill in the same bedroom with like
symptoms. Again moving the location of the bedroom helped this. Soon after
they were awoken to a violent earthquake. Objects fell from the walls, the
bed bounced on the floor and the house sounded as if it would collapse. Upon
speaking with the neighbors, no farther than a small town street's width
away, they learned they were apparently the only home affected by
Being collectors of interesting antiques, the couple one day brought home a
beautiful crystal chandelier. They meticulously cleaned the chandelier,
taking each dangling crystal off to be washed separately. After washing, the
crystals were replaced and each clasp inspected to make sure they would not
fall off as it was hanging. They were shocked to find it the next morning,
crystals removed and set neatly in a circle on the floor, clasps still
closed. This is everything I remember. Hope you enjoy. I'm sure he is not
the only spirit residing there with the age and history of the home.
My name is Ashlee; I'm 13
and live in a small town in
My parents went out of town to San Diago, California and stayed at the hotel del Coronado and my mom knows how I am with ghost stories (I love them) so she told me to do a report on Kate Morgan, she died at the hotel del Coronado in the late 1800's. And I looked on your site and there wasn't much, but thanks to google I got the full story of Kate Morgan, and here it is.
Kate Morgan was born Kate
In November of 1892, Kate
found herself pregnant and wanted to stop the scams and settle down. Tom not
only was upset about a possible child, but did not want to stop his lifestyle.
The couple quarreled and Tom got off the train in
In 1990, a book called "The Legend of Kate Morgan: The Search for the Ghost of the Hotel del Coronado" was written by Alan May . His book refutes the suicide claim and gives compelling evidence that Kate was murdered by her husband. A maid that may have befriended Kate is said to have also disappeared at that time. Some suggest that she was also murdered but the body removed by the hotel staff and the story hushed up so as not to arise anxiety with the hotels guests. Since Kate’s death in 1892 there have been many instances of paranormal activity at the hotel. One of the hot spots of activity is Kate’s room, number 302 which is now 3312. The activity is not confined only to that particular room though. Voices are heard when no one is there. Objects seem to move by themselves, lights flicker, TV’s turn themselves on and off. There are unexplained noises, strange unexplained smells, sudden temperature changes, strong drafts even when the windows are closed and even sightings of Kate herself. One of the better known cases is of a secret service agent that was staying at the hotel protecting the president. The agent was staying in Kate's old room. He complained to the management that there was too much noise coming from the room above him. The only problem is Kate’s room is on the top floor.
Hope you can post this on your website!
Hello, I have lived in this
trailer since like June of 97' because we came back from
Sometimes I would do the dishes later at night whenever everyone was asleep or just in their rooms, I'd be doing the dishes and all of a sudden I'd feel as if someone was behind me watching me. It was errie and this would happen alot. And sometimes it still does on an ocation.
There also was this one time when I was just in my room on my computer and I felt like someone was behind me and you KNOW when someone is behind you but the feeling just wouldn't go away I felt as if it was mad or something I felt so uncomfortable and uneasy I would even smack the air and say leave me alone and it'd quit for a few minuets but that feeling would return. That same night I was just sitting here and I wanted to watch a movie so I got up and put in a movie into my VCR. And when I did, I was feeling that same thing AGAIN it was like maybe 20 after I told the thing to stop. And when I put that movie into my VCR it spit it out really fast not like when u eject it and it comes out slow but it spit it out litterly and I hadn't pushed eject and it was a good tape and a good VCR. And I screamed and ran out my room but then returned to try to find an explanation and couldn't nothing was by it or anything.
I belive that same year. We were sitting in my moms room doing a fill in the blank to make a funny story because we made up stuff to do for fun but we were putting words into the blank like NOUN or whatever, but when we were doing that we heard popping noises in the corner of her room. It continued all night. My mom said the next morning when she woke up the popping noises went under her bed and in the other corner. She didn't turn on the light but she said she felt like someone was standing over her and it was just strange.
Resently my dad was sitting at the table and said he seen a black mist in the hallway move.
There has been numorus times when I'd be talking and the dishes are over by the fridge and there was a VACE on top of the fridge. and I had shut the fridge maybe 2 minuets before something happened but The vace had fell off the fridge and broke a cup I didn't touch the fridge after I shut it and the vace was far away from the edge to fall off. This has happen TWICE!!.
Once last week I was half asleep and half awake. I thought my mom or little brother had came into my room without me knowing. I was well enough awake but dosing. I heard footprints in my room and felt like someone was walking behind me. I have a Futon bed so I can either put it up as a couch or a BED. But I had it up like a couch and my back was towards the door I thought they were gonna come in just to scare me but I felt the presence there walking up behind me and when it got close enough to me I turned around and no one was there. I do have a puppy but she was asleep.
I have had quit a few dreams about ghosts and they always scare me. My sister has had many dreams about our parents room. She's afraid to go into their room when she's home alone. She has a fear that it's gonna shut by itself. Also there is one more thing. My toilet in my bathroom. It goes on by itself. You know after u flush and water fills back up in the tank it goes on like that for maybe a minuet and it does it all the time. It never did that when we first mov
in. That's why I think our trailer is haunted. We still live here but I feel at peace now I don't have that many experices that much now days. When things go missing or something strange happens we say the GHOST BOB did it. Our front door use to lock by itself too but it dosn't anymore.
The Monk's Ghost is Still Here
I went on a ghost tour at
His ghost was also seen setting up the altar there on another occasion. The spirit is less
active and considerably benign since moving to his favored room. He can also be seen
wandering around aimlessly. He is no threat to anyone. Also, I did view the haunted suit
of armor in the grand ballroom. There was indeed a face behind the head piece, and it did raise a racket with screams and growls.
I work third shift in a
nursing home that has been open since the 60s.This home is in
One particular night there were three of us on a unit.The nurse and me and another aide.Around 2:30 am, we heard a very high pitched "tea kettle" whistle that seemed to start on the far end of our hall and streak past our desk and run to the other units.This ''whistle" streaked past us another 3 times before we started to get nervous.We looked around to see if a tv, or radio was on.We checked every door, window,patio window, to see if the wind was playing tricks.Everything checked out fine.We needed to start 3 oclock rounds, but the other aide called over to the unit on the other side and asked her sister if she was playing around with a whistle. This girl was just going to call us and tell us to knock off the noise! Now we were getting scared-however this night was just getting better.
We started doing changes and turns and eveything seemed fine for about 45 minutes.The other aide was at the desk and I was toileting a resident.A bell went off at the last room on the unit we just finished.Since I was nearest I answered that bell.When I asked the resident what was needed, she replied I didn't ring.I figured maybe her arm hit the bell in her sleep.As i walked past the rooms I looked in on one and stopped dead in my tracks.We had not changed either lady in the room because they did'nt need it however the entire floor was covered in diaper fluff(the inside of disposible diapers fall apart when wet and become a wet confetti) Also, the floor near the nurse desk also had a trail of diaper fluff.I yelled down to the nurse and other aide to come see this.They both stared at each other in disbelief!No one was in the hall and yet there was this mess-how did it get there?
We were all sitting at the desk and the whislte started again then the door across from the desk had it's own haunting before our eyes! The door knob started to shake as if someone was trying to get out of the room.I got up thinking that maybe the cat was rubbing against the door or perhaps the confused lady in that room could't open the door.Of course the cat wasn't there and both ladies were sleeping soundly.I shut the door and did'nt even take two steps and the door knob started to shake profusely again,I jumped from that doorway the way Scooby and Shaggy react.Me and the other aide were literaly sitting on the same chair because we were so freaked out. I got up and went to get a drink of water.While satanding at the desk I felt the presence of someone standing beside me,then reach over and put their arm around my shoulders.I ran screaming from that unit to the other side.Of course everything was quiet over there.When I finally came back all three of us were ready go home.This assult continued till about 5 am when the house keepers, cook and othe aides stared coming in.
I've worked there for 6 years and have never heard that whistle at any time in all weather conditions.The diaper fluff only happened one other time I know of when the intercoms went haywire screeching and then on that same unit the fluff was in the hall.As for that door knob it never shook again the residents in that room did'nt either hear it or slept through it.I still work third shift and once in a while we hear voices or a book will fly off a shelf with no one around but we have'nt expeienced the terror we did that night.
Well here goes
When I was 6 my parents and I moved into a 3 bedroom house. I was really excited about having my own room since we had been living with my grandparents and their kids and I had never had my own room.
Anyway, my parents got my room ready and the very first night that I was to sleep in there I was really excited. As soon as I got into bed I got a really creepy feeling that someone was in there with me so I went to my parents room and got into their bed. I never told them. This continued for quite some time until I decided (with my parents urging)to sleep in my own room. I always felt uneasy sleeping there but I kinda just got used to it.
In addition to that there were two other rooms in the house that made me feel very uneasy. One was the third bedroom. It was bigger than my room but it was always cold for some inexplicable reason. I hated that room. I sometimes would go in there to play but I always felt as if there was someone in there with me that didn't want me there.
The other room I didn't like was the basement. Again, it seemed as if there was someone down there. If I had to go down there to get something I would always run back up the stairs feeling as if someone were chasing me away. Once I became an adult and told my Mom this story she told me that she, too, had that same feeling.
It wasn't long after we moved there that I began to sleepwalk. My Dad woke one night and found me trying to unbolt the front door to leave. On another occasion I went halfway down the basement stairs and sat on the step. I hated that place, I couldn't imagine wanting to go down there.
Soon after that I lost a tooth. I went to bed with the tooth under my pillow. I had decided that I would stay awake and see the tooth fairy. I hadn't laid there very long (and I am 100% positive that I was still awake because I couldn't get to sleep for a long time afterward) when I saw a black shadow come in under my door. After it came through the slot under my door it grew as tall as the door. It came over to my bed and opened the drawer next to my bed as if it were looking for something or leaving something. After it closed the drawer it went back to the door, shrunk down and disappeared under the slot. I wanted to look under my pillow but had a strong feeling that I wasn't supposed to look until morning so I didn't. I don't remember what was under my pillow. I did believe that it was the tooth fairy until I got old enough to realize that there is no such thing.
I told my Grandmother about this and she shared a couple of stories with me. One of which someone pushed her Mother down the stairs while she was the only one home.
Wouldn"t Be Her
I have a couple of stories only one has happen to me the others was to my
mother and sister.
The first one was to my mother. It was February of 1966 and she was
pregnant with me her father had a heart attack and died one week before I
was born. My mother said about two or three weeks after she came home from
the hospital with me she was sitting in her bedroom I was in my crib in the
same room. She was reading a book when she could smell cigar smoke (which
her father smoked) she looked up and there standing by my crib was her
father (my grandfather) he looked at her and said she's beautiful and then
The other happened to my sister it was May of 1989, she had moved back home
to my parents house when our Aunt (our mothers sister) had a heart attack
and was in the hospital. My parents and sister had been at the hospital
all day with her. My sister and this Aunt were very close. They went home
to get some sleep and my sister says that when she was a sleep my aunt had
come to her and said take care of your mother. She said she had to go then
she vanished and just at the same time the phone rang it was the hospital
saying that my aunt had died.
This other happened to me, I thought I was going nuts but I can see I'm not.
My husband, daughter and I had moved into our first house in Dec of 98. I
am not sure when this all started but I would be laying in bed and I would
hear foot steps in the hall thinking it was my daughter I would look to see
her. Nobody was there this went on for awhile I really never paid to much
attention to it. I would hear the foot steps maybe every other night never
bothered me, I also didn't tell anybody about it thinking they would think I
was crazy. Also about the same time my daughter started taking about her
sister (which she doesn't have). It never really crossed my mind to ask
her about it I just thought she was making this up (even though I know there
were foot steps in the hall). Then one night I was laying in bed and I felt
a little ice cold hand (like a child's hand) touch my foot when I looked up
there was nobody there. I still never felt scared, we got a dog and cat in
2001 I haven't heard anything after that. Sometimes I feel like somebody is
sitting on the bed or the cat has gotten on the bed when I look there is
nobody there not even the cat. I also have heard what I thought was my
daughter calling to me but when I would go check it wouldn't be her.
I dont know if i have a active imagination or what but
i have several stories. Very briefly
I must have been 8 or 9 but i went outside and looked
over to my neighbors yard and noticed what looked like
a person lying on its side but had a very huge head
and but the image was very dark but somehow could tell
it was smiling. Iam now 35 and my mother asked me if
i had ever seen this image she asked this because my
brother had just asked the same question.
another incident, it was a sunday, i worked in the
oilfields. well on the way to a project i noticed
this very large animal about 1/4 mile away it had the
same face as the above story. it was motionless for a
few seconds and all of the sudden jumped from one side
of the road to the other in one leap. I did not say
nothing to the two person riding and one said oh shit
did you see that, speed up lets catch it. well we got
to where it had jumped the road but it was to fast.
but what was weird is that it was leaping away and all
of the sudden it started slithering away like a snake.
we then looked around for footprints and we noticed
where it had leaped from one side of the road to the
other, on one side were paw and goat prints on the
opposite side of the road were chicken prints.
We live in Barbourville
The House I grew up In
My experience is mostly what my father and grandmother have told me about the house I grew up in. Apparantly when I was little my father would be watching TV and he would hear a little girls voice calling "Daddy, Daddy". He would go back to my room and I would be asleep. Also only he and my grandmother ever heard it even though my mother was right there while he was hearing it. Our dog used to look down the hall where the bedrooms were and growl, although eventually he got used to whatever he saw and would wag his tail. My dad also would hear footsteps going up the stairs and doors slamming. We both would see black "flashes" go by real fast out of the corner of our eyes. My grandmother also told me a story of a tenent who lived on the second floor (there were 3 levels, 3 apts) whose bracelet was broken and she left it on her dresser and when she came home from work, it was fixed. I always had a strange feeling in the house but I can't say I was really scared. My grandmother was told there were definitely ghosts there but that they were friendly. I almost forgot the strangest thing...at my 1st birthday party my father took a picture of my and floating behind me was a little girl w/curly dark hair. Wish I could find that picture....thanks for reading my story.
Mischievous Toddler Spirit
Back in December of 1990,
my grandparents were still alive and I was 7 months pregnant for my son. My
Aunt had taken them on a month long vacation to visit family, and my husband
and I house sat for them. The very first night we were there a 1' x 2' framed picture
of a leopard FLEW about 5 feet off the window sill over the side board stereo
at me and broke. This was startling because there was NO draft (it was December
It doesn't end here. The back door off the kitchen had a string of bells on it. The latch was broken so my grandparents installed a dead bolt on it to keep it shut. It was the door into the garage, not outside (again, all closed up), keep that in mind as I explain the rest. On a daily basis, sometimes more than once, this door would open and slam shut 7 or 8 times in a row (we were always aware of it due to the string of bells attached to the door). We had friends visiting at one point when it occurred, and they stood next to me and watched the door swing shut, LOCK, then open again, and again, and again! Our visitors also spent the night (skittishly, but they had no choice, the drive was too far that late at night for them), and at about 3am all of us woke up sweating buckets, only to find that the thermostat had been turned up to 90*! About that time every night the dog, who slept on a blanket on the floor next to our bed, would jump up start barking and chase something through the house, occasionally you would hear the child laughing when this happened. Our friends chose not to come back, by the way. At one point my husband shared with me that he would be disturbed every night by cold air, that appeared to only be hovering about a foot over his body in bed. He woke me up that night when it happened to witness it. As soon as I stuck my hand in that area I felt the cold swoosh down to his feet and off the end of the bed. All of these events reminded me of a mischievous toddler...
Now this always baffled me because there is no history. My Grandfather built this house himself, in a residential area. No one else ever lived there. And my grandparents said they had never experienced any thing like this in the 40 plus years they lived there. I often wondered if the ghost child had adopted them as it's parents and was upset that they were gone. They never went anywhere for more than a few hours until this point. All I know is that there WAS SOMETHING there with us that month, and no one will convince any of us that experienced this that there wasn't!
Another Day in our Old Farmhouse
This is the second story that I have submitted. This one is in the same house. I still dont feel that there is anything to fear in our "little" spirit. We still hear it going up and down the stairs. It still does the little pranks with the TV and such. It isnt an overly active ghost. Sometimes nothing will happen for a few days at a time. The other day though, that wasnt the case. Due to kids being in school and various after school activities and my husband having commitments outside the house, I was alone for the better part of the day and evening. It started as soon as I got home from work. I was on the computer and I kept hearing banging around downstairs. I would check every time, just to find nothing. My son has a habit of turning on the window unit A/C even though it isnt warm enough to warrant it. Before going up, I always turn it off. I noticed it was back on when I went down to check things out. Not positive that I had actually turned it off, I just turned it off not thinking anything about it. The banging started again. I went down to check it out and the A/C was back on. That was a bit unnerving. Still not scared, i just turned it off and went back upstairs to bed. The banging started up again, but this time in the computer room. I tu ed on the TV to tune it out and the glitching started. I "yelled" at the spirit as always to cut it out and it stopped.
I was planning on going out with some girlfriends that night, so after the kids went about their evening plans, i was once again alone in the house. I showered, put on make up. I was hearing things on the basement steps the entire time. I admit, after hearing stuff and experiencing so much in that short period of time, i was getting a bit spooked. We have a bar that we can get to via a footbridge that runs across the creek in front of our house. I was finished getting ready and relaxing until i got the call from the girls. I was sitting at the kitchen table reading some mail when i distinctly hear giggling break out on the basement steps. Childlike laughter. Cute actually but that was it for me. I said outloud "its time to go get a drink at the bar!" I stayed over there until my friends came to get me.
A Strange Occurance
My name is Scott McClure, I
live in a very small touwn in gerogia,
My story is about a freinds
I was invited to my friends house, after telling him that I have some strange feelings and can sense what could be spirits. I entered the home and noticed a burned area in the doorway. I asked him about this spot. His family is Greek and it is tradition to "Smoke" a cross on doorways at Easter for good fortune and blessings. I entered the next room and felt a sensation on my neck, like a cold hand brushing on me. I turned to see nothing behind me. After continuing on to the most active room of the house it was as if every hair on my body stood on end. IT wasn't a pleasant feeling, as the cold hand, but a sensation of evil. I guess the cold hand was warning me not to enter that room, it was only a few feet away. God, it gives me chills just thinking about that awkward feeing in my body. I continued in the room and felt a tugging at my right hand, there was nothing there to be seen. I soon left the room, still with hair on ends, as soon as I left that particular room, everything was calm and pleasant again. I have been in the house since that time and still get a cold chill everytime I get close to the room. I honestly think there is a lost soul in that room, that is tormented and in ill spirit. I have not been in there with my digitial recorder or camera yet, but hope to very soon. I'm still new at investigations. I hope this story sparks an interest in someones mind.
A Real Sighting
one night in september 1973 me my cousin and two other friends were playing at the rear of colwick hall nottingham england a game of hide seek with torches (flashlights) we were all 10 years old .we noticed that there was a lady on her hands and knees in what appeared to be a dressing gown parting the the long grass with her hands as if she was looking for something she looked up and we shouted what are you looking for? she stood up and walked towards us she stopped about 15 feet from us and just stood there in front of us looking us up and down she seemd as mesmerised as we were .By this time we were afraid she was also afraid not of us but of our torches it seemed she strode towards us again so we shone our torches at her which made her panic turn around and run after about 20 feet she completeley dissapeared we ran back to our parents inside colwick hall and explained what had happened expecting not to be believed we were overheard by the owner who told us not to worry as it was only mary .We made a pact that we would never mention what had happened and we never did .As i grew older i often wondered if we had all imagined it. I now know that who we saw was mary chaworth musters who was the first love of lord byron.She died during the reform bill riots whilst trying to hide her jewerly around the back of the hall .She was in her nightdress and caught pgneumonia
I never believed in dreams
coming true or premonitions, but after the incident you’ll read below you will
believe too, this really happened to me during the end of summer in 2003, I
I was asleep one night and had a very strange dream where my face was very messed up. My nose was apparently broken and it seemed as if I was beaten up very badly. In my dream my wife is looking at me and is in awe as to how my face looks so horrible. She is just crying and saying my name repeatedly and asking how this happened and that I look really terrible. In this dream I keep asking her what’s wrong with my face? I am lying on our apartment’s floor in just a really weird daze. The day after the dream I had another dream which did not really seem like a dream because it felt like I really experienced it. I saw this dark figure which I couldn’t make out and a black shadowy hand reaching over to me over my bed, as it was coming over to touch me I just went under the covers. I tried to shake it off but I realized it may not have been a dream, it seemed like I was still conscious when I saw this apparition. The days passed by and everyone in my family came down with some sort of a stomach flu which started from my brothers friends son. He ended up passing this on to my brother’s son which soon got passed on to my wife and then my daughter and than ME. I had no idea how devastating this flu would become but my daughter was soon sick vomiting for over a week and was very sick. Soon after she got better I ended becoming sick. I had never vomited since I was a kid. I ended up vomiting continuously for a span of 12 hours. I basically puked my guts out all night (some sort of nasty stomach virus). When I woke up in the morning to go to the bathroom I ended up vomiting one more last time but this time I didn’t feel right. I got up from the bathroom floor after puking in the toilet and I felt like passing out. >From the moment I left the bathroom to the time I reached my living room (I was trying to hit the couch) I could not remember a single thing. Apparently I ended up blacking out that whole episode. My wife said that I looked like a zombie when I came out of the washroom and I was walking so fast towards the couch in my living room that I ended up going head first into the wall (studded wall not regular hollow type walls) missing the couch, I basically just dove into it. All I remember was a loud bang and waking up a few seconds later on the floor of my apartment like the way it was in the dream. My wife mentioned later that it almost looked like someone had shoved me right into the wall from the way I flew. Suffice to say I was ok, but I ended up with a deviated septum (broken nose) and a lot of swelling. Initially when my wife saw my face she was hysterical (just like in the dream) and I was asking her what was wrong with my face as she was just in shock While I laid there the whole dream sequence came into perspective and I was beginning to get scared. Was it a premonition or was it a warning from something or someone from beyond? Not to sound too hokey pokey but I like to make a joke out of this whole incident because it was probably the most traumatic incident of my life as I have not really had too many events like this happen to me ever, I’ve basically pretty much led an uneventful normal life.
While I laid on the floor I said to myself “I actually look the way I looked like in the dream” and this scared me when I saw my face in the mirror my wife brought out to me. Anyways since then nothing really weird like that has happened yet. I do still sometimes see a black figure of some sort standing by my bedside here and then but nothing has come about it yet! Also after I healed up I went to go see a priest about this whole incident as my mom kept bugging me too, and the priest told me to be aware as it is possible this incident may come again??? Needless to say I will never take these dreams or premonitions lightly ever again.
Hello....I'm here to tell you a story, a true story of real happenings that happened to my whole family. My aunt had a cabin (emphasis on HAD). up in the Big Bear mountains. Where do I begin....upon driving up the driveway. the curtains would move in the upper attic window. We would all be sitting downstairs watching tv, and there would be footsteps upstairs and they would stop directly above the area where we all sat. The toilet would flush by itself, and the water would turn on. (these are just the little things) There was a trunk in the closet in a room where supposedly a woman burned up and the bed is still in there. There's black hairs still stuck in parts of the bedframe. Anyway, the lid of that trunk would slam. Now let me get to the good stuff. My uncle was up there alone, and someone, something tried to smother him with a pillow. He fled without his clothes. My cousin looked out the back door window, and saw a sillouette of a devil face. Me and my sister were asleep in a bed downstairs, and the bed moved violently, not just a little bit ok, but literally bounced! I rolled over and told my sister to stop it. She was barely waking up, and started to tell me the same thing. We jumped out of that bed so fast and never looked back. Then, my dad, on a dare because none of us would sleep in the bedroom where the lady burned to death,(he thought we were all a bunch of sissies) he slept in there, and a woman he thought to be my mom walked in and he motioned her to sit on the bed. She did, and her hair turned black!! (my mom's a blond). My dad couldn't get out of there fast enough. We all left the next morning. I slept upstairs one night, in the opposite bedroom, and woke up in a trancelike state. I walked downthe stairs and sat down next to my mom, who was awake at that hour(it was She couldn't sleep in that place.) then I got up, not uttering a word, and went back upstairs. During the night, I screamed out something about a fish..????? To this day, I still don't know what that means, but my cousin dreamed about the same thing, in the same bed. A fish. Something would lock us out, and we would hear voices, just alot of wierd stuff. My aunt sold the cabin, but to this day I believe, it doesn't stay in the same hands for long. Nobody wants to keep it with it's eerie inhabitants......
Home to Some Spirits
First of all I would like
to tell you that I really enjoyed your web site. I live in
I beleive that my house has sprits that live in the basement. Ever since I was young, I never quite felt safe down there. I always could feel a presense with me when there was no one down there but me. When I am in the basement on the computor,(like I am now), it always sounds like someone is walking around upstairs in the kitchen, when I am the only one home. I know that I have seen them too. I either see a white image or a black image. Sometimes I get good vibes and sometimes bad vibes from them. My home sits about 800ft away from a Catholic church and school. I truly beleive that there are children that play outside at night on the toys. I have heard them. It is hard to hear because it is a faint sound, but i know that they are there. I beleive that my house was built over some type of grave yard. Probably one that was used hundreds of years ago. My mom passed away 7 years ago, and I think that she probably stays with me when I am by myself. She was a musician, and everytime, at night, when I play the piano, the light above the piano flickers a little when I have played omething that she likes. I also think that my cousin who died when she was only 8 years old comes and visits as well. Also, the lights in my living room have been known to turn on and off without anyone else being there but me. Or, i will leave with some lights on and come home and they are turned off. I do not fear them because they have not done anything to me. I just leave them alone in the basement and keep the door closed when I am not down there. Oh, yeah, when I am in my room, which is upstaris, sometimes it sounds like someone is opening and closing the door to the basement. I think it is someone mischevious just trying to make the hairs on my neck stand up. Oh well. So, that is just a taste of what my house is like.
Thank you for reading it.
Hi there, I tried to post
I will tell you of a few things that I became privy to while working there, and trust me, many of us refused to go into certain areas/buildings alone – and the camp director did not force any of us (and he was a SERIOUS guy by nature).
The activity center, can’t remember the name of the hall but it’s haunted. There have been reports of hearing footsteps, things being shuffled around and moved, moans, and groans, and loud cracking noises, like the floor is going to crack open. One night while I was working there, one of the counselors in my cabin was having a private conversation with another counselor of the opposite sex, in this building. They needed a quiet place where they wouldn’t be interrupted. The boy suggested this building, since no one would go in there, and no one would expect them to be in there. The girl wasn’t too thrilled, but agreed. They wound up in the only room with a light, which was the bathroom. They talked for a while and after a few minutes heard a rustling. They opened the door and looked around, and saw nothing. They closed the door and a few minutes later they were interrupted again, with a rustling. This time the rustling was getting closer and more prominent a sound, so they opened the door, hoping the light would shine far enough so they could see into the darkness, perhaps it was a raccoon or something. But they saw nothing. This time, they left the door open, and they continued to talk. After a few minutes they were interrupted by a terrible desperate low pitched moan and the sound of a loud cracking noise from the floor boards. The girl counselor told me she was so scared she thought it really sounded like the floor was going to crack open, but the moaning noise was unlike anything she’d ever heard before, so low pitched and desperate. She refused to go in that building for quite a while, and I had to accompany her in there during the day time on at least one occasion because she just didn’t feel comfortable being in there alone.
That particular building was “off limits” to quite a few of the counselors, who’d also had experiences. Generally you might see a couple of generations/different years of counselors who’d had experiences, or who’d heard of experiences of other counselors; stories passed down from previous years, but there were quite a few counselors during the year I was there, who’d had personal experiences with that building. The camp director had been involved with this camp for many years and although he was a serious guy, there were a couple of places on camp grounds he did not force anyone into alone, or if they just couldn’t handle it. This was one of those places. Toward the end of the summer I was told by one of the nurses that this building was the original Physical Therapy building, and since the camp was started back in the mid-1940’s a LOT of children in pain were treated in this building. Having worked with the physically challenged population I can tell you that a lot of the campers that went to Pine Tree Camp were in pain quite frequently, and physical therapy was not a happy time for them. Moving stiff joints, or rigid appendages is oftentimes unpleasant, very painful, and the only thing they know for sure is they’ll have to do it again tomorrow. So this building probably housed a lot of pain, frustration, worry, anger… lots of emotions.
Another paranormally active place on camp grounds is the “Overnight” spot. Each session each cabin gets one “overnight” at the overnight spot. The campers get to load up into a pontoon boat and head to the other side of the lake to get ice cream at the ice cream shack, and then the pontoon boat comes back to the camp-side of the lake where everyone is dropped off at the “overnight spot” for a night of sleeping in a tent, cooking out by the fire, singing camp-fire songs and toasting marshmallows… the whole 9 yards. In reality, the “overnight spot” is really not that far from camp at all. It’s a 5 minute walk, however, the trip across the lake before hand gives the campers a sense of being farther away from camp than they actually are.
There have been less, yet more significant, occurrences which took place at Pine Tree Camp, but the stories of “The Overnight Spot” were most heavily guarded of all the haunted places on the camp grounds. I’m imagining it is because of the location, its isolation from the rest of the camp, and also because there was only 1 camp counselor who worked out there, solo, when there were no campers around because she was responsible for prepping the site for campers to arrive, and cleaning up the site when campers departed. But the reason this story “sticks” with a lot of us is because the camp director’s wife experienced a paranormal event when she was a counselor in her teen years, that was so traumatic, she had only been back there a few times since it occurred. Here’s how the story was told to me, as best as I can remember it (Let’s just say we didn’t sleep well that night, nor did we go to the outhouse without having another counselor watching our back and lighting the way with a flashlight).
Somewhere in the 1980’s a group of counselors and campers were out at the “overnight spot”. They’d done their normal routine of settling in, eating by the fire, singing campfire songs and going to bed in one of the two giant canvas tents. As is routine for the counselors, someone is “off duty” each night. On “overnight” night, the counselors who are off duty still had to stay with the cabin, they just had a choice of being able to sleep under the stars, literally, on the beach, with only their sleeping bag and no tent, or they could sleep housed inside of one of the tents with the “on-duty” counselors as well as the campers. Needless to say, the off-duty counselors sometimes chose to sleep out under the stars. And so on this particular night there were 3 or 4 counselors sleeping in a line, like sardines, out on the beach near the water, tucked into their sleeping bags comfy and cozy. Sounded blissful until sometime late in the evening after the fire had died down and the counselors had gone off to sleep, the future-wife-of-the-director was awoken to the sound of chanting, off in the distance. She sat up slightly, facing the water, looked around, left and right, but couldn’t see where it was coming from. She saw her friends were sleeping and she was the only one up so she couldn’t understand who would be making these sounds, so she tapped the friend to her left, who was sleeping on her stomach – facing the campfire – and awoke her. She asked her “Do you hear that?” and waited for a response from her friend, but got nothing in return but a fixed gaze toward where the campfire had burned out hours before. The future-director’s-wife turned around and saw for herself … a blazing hot fire, dangerously high, and campers sitting all around the campfire chanting and singing in eerie tones, rocking their bodies back and forth in their wheelchairs and on the giant logs around the fire, the fire lighting their faces dramatically and the tones and chants and motions of the campers getting more desperate, almost more aggressive… violent, with every passing second… it scared the life out of the counselors on the beach who had witnessed it, and after that night they refused to go back there without an escort, and even then their return to that place was extremely minimal in count. As I said, by the time I was a counselor there, she hadn’t been a counselor for a good 8 to 10 years and she’d only been back there less than a handful of times. When I witnessed her at the spot she was very uncomfortable, arms folded, in a hurry to leave…
Personally, I wished someone would have waited until after my overnight to fill me in on all the details, but you know how it goes.
Not SUPPOSED to See
My story's a fun one...
My mom passed away when I was 13 years old. So, it came as quite a
surprise to me to hear her voice, some 16 years later, at my dad's funeral
The funeral hall had the typical layout: a long hallway that lead from
front to back of the building with "viewing" rooms up and down on either
side. I had my back to the doorway/hall and my my father was laid out at my
I was mindlessly listening to my aunts' endless chatterings,when, to my
right I hear, "that's VALERIE??....look how grown up she
is!". Sitting to my right were rows of people in folding chairs facing me
and in front of sunlit windows. BUT in front of THEM I saw what looked
like two brownish,smokey clouds.....holding hands?....and then I heard, "
Oh my gosh!!... She can SEE us?....
She's not SUPPOSED to SEE us!!!.....Why can she SEE us??....",and then my
dad say, "...I don't know!!....that's our Valerie!!".
As they spoke the "cloud" ran out the door and made a sharp right hand turn
up the hallway! I followed slowly, as to not make a spectacle out of
myself, but they vanished.
...to this day I wonder what she meant by "not SUPPOSED to see us!"? Do
they have rules that are to be followed?
My Real Life Ghost Story
About 10 years ago when I had just graduated High School, one of my friends and I were driving to the next town over (20 miles) on some back roads in the country because her parents lived off of these roads as well and we were taking a shortcut.
Anyways, it was real dark out and we were driving along when all of a sudden, in the middle of NOWHERE (there were no farms or houses anywhere near, just fields), there was a lady standing with an old time lantern in the ditch. She was wearing clothes like off of Little House on the Prairie and we slowed down, but didn't come to a complete stop cause we were like "what the hell!?"
When we went by her, her eyes were solid white....no pupils..no color. We drove as fast as we could and we were in tears cause we were so scared. It's the freakiest thing I've ever seen and to this day, we don't know what she was or where she came from.
I wanted To Share
Hi my name is Nikki Nelson and I have an experience to share with you. I am 23 years old and this experience happened when I was about 14 years old. I had told three friends of mine that I had a brother that had passed away before I was even born. To my surprise, my friends did not believe me. I told them that I would take them to the cemetary where he was buried. They agreed to go. We all jumped in my car and went to the cemetary. As we got to the cemetary, we had noticed that nobody else was there because it was starting to get dark out. We happened to park about 50 feet away from my brothers stone. I showed my friends his stone and they were shocked. They were amazed that I had told them the truth. I also told them that I had a Great-Grandmother that was buried there. We walked over to her stone so I could say some respectful word in memory of her. Her stone is approximately 250 feet from my brother's stone. We were on our way back to the car, when we all happened to look towards my brother's stone again. Like I said before, there was absolutely nobody else around. There were also no lights in the cemetary back then. When we all looked towards my brother's stone, we all had seen a red flashing light that looked like it was right above his stone. This light had flashed three times. The flashing kind of came across in the S.O.S. code. I myself believe in ghost, so I wasn't afraid. When my friends had seen the flashing light, they started screaming extremely loud. They wanted to get out of there as soon as we could. They ran as fast as they could to the car. I was not afraid so I walked to the car. They kept screaming at me to hurry up. When I got closer to my brother's stone, the red light was ack and started flashing again right above his stone. I at that time did not know what to think of it, so I had gotten in the car and we had left. Ever since then, I have felt as though I have this chip on my shoulder at all times, telling me when something bad is going to happen or has happened. For instance, if something bad has already happened, I can give you quite a few details of the incident without knowing what exactly happened. These are the details that you would not usually know. Now, is this just a freak incident or not? You tell me.
Old Canine Friend
a few weeks after my dog died of natural unhelped causes(wasn't put down) in my house(with my brother dad and mom in the same house) I was in my bed reading one night totally calm just interested in what I was reading I suddenly lucidly heard my dog bark at the front door(my room was right over where the front door would be downstairs)he used to do this to go out.. he was an old slow good natured dog that took no interest in people passing by or dogs.. it would just go to the front yard and do his business at about 11:00 pm I swear it was as clear as day.. its as if he was in the house for the few weeks after his death and he was just saying his goodbye's and letting us know(no one but me heard it it was eerie like he meant me to hear it and no one else)anyway he didn't just bark once he barked a few times while I was reading the book. it was his distinctive sound.. I couldn't miss it or mistake it for any other dog.. anyway I took his death really hard. I guess that was just his way of letting me know there is an afterlife and that he was ok or that he didn't know the difference anyway(which is kinda sad) anyway that was my little experience out of a few.
Hello, my name is
Hi, Just wanted to share a bad experience I had encountered in our spare room.1 day my daughter had a friend staying for the night but I had this uneasy feeling about this girl,she just sent bad vibes in the our house.I told my daughter how I felt about this girl & was not happy when she stayed the night.To cut the story short, about 2AM the following morning I woke up & was thirsty so I got up & headed down the stairs when I felt a cold brush against me & I saw a dark shaddow running down the stairs & out the front door.It happened so fast that I didn't thinlk anything of it.That following day when my daughter's friend left, my daughter said that she had a bad dream about a tall dark shaddow hovering down on her friend & that she was screaming & calling out for me about 2AM in the morning.My hair on my body stood up big time as this was the same time I had seen & felt the shaddow ran out of the front door.I come from a background of spiritualists family & I have learnt not to be afraid of this spirits that I had experienced in the past.I then convinced my daughter that the shaddow we had both had seen was a warning to keep away from this girl.This girl is now away from our lives & she had been sleeping around with whomever is available & has dropped out of school,no respect for her parents whatsover.Just to show that it seemed that this shaddow hovered Nats friend,as if saying !!! your friend is already in the dark, but u don't have to be.In short ? Keep away from her.Nat had never associated with this girl again.Beleive me!! It is a true story,
Strange Events in My House
A few years ago, a friend of the family asked my
mom and I if we would consider moving into their
family home and keep up the property, mow the lawn,
basically, keep up its appearance because they
couldnt keep it up on their own as they were getting
older. In return for our help, we could stay there
free of rent. We lived in an apartment and we decided
this would be a good opportunity for us at the moment.
Besides it was a huge house set out in the country
with many acres of land. Why not take the chance?
Had we known what was in store for us over the next
few months, we would not have been so willing.
After a month living in our family friends
house, we were happy. We had plenty of room in the
house and outside to roam around. We had even gotten
a dog. It was at this time strange occurrences started
to happen and we began to feel uncomfortable in this
house. I began to feel like I was being watched in
certain rooms of the house especially the computer
room in the back. The computer room was in the
farthest part of the house and beside the computer
room was the steps to the basement. This is the place
I felt and saw the most ghostly activity. The
basement was another place that freaked me out. I
hated to go down there. It felt like pure evil was
down there waiting for someone to come down those
stairs. The presence at the house didnt bother my
mom as much as they did me.
Several nights I would be up way past midnight
surfing the internet and chatting to friends when
suddenly I would feel someone staring at me intensely
from the door. Someone who was angry and evilI felt
like the presence was of a man. I would always have
this feeling around the same time each night; the
feelings would hit me abruptly and usually it wouldnt
go away until I had become so uncomfortable and
freaked out at that I would getup and leave the room.
I told my mom and she just shrugged it off. So I
would continue to go in the room hoping it was my
imagination taking me for a crazy ride.
Then I started hearing noises. I forgot to
mention that in the computer room there was patio
doors that connected to none other but the patio. The
patio ran the whole length of the house in the front.
One night I was on the computer as always and I heard
scurrying feet running down the patio. It started
from the roof dropped to the floor of the patio and
scurried down the length of the patio. My first
thought was that it could be birds but in the middle
of the night? I went t o investigate. I saw nothing
but the noise continued while I was outside and then
the neighbors dog started barking and raging. I got
freaked out and ran to get Mom up to tell her but by
the time I got her there the noise had stopped.
Im sure Mom was tired of me waking her up in
the middle of the night ranting about a man standing
at the door staring at me or the sounds of scurrying
feet on the patio but this last thing that happened at
this house was the last straw. There was another
small house on the property. You could see it from
the kitchen window. Every night since we had been
there at around 8 or 8:30 all the lights on the house
would come on and the radio would come on playing
J104, a local radio station. We thought nothing of it
and figured the owners of the house had set the lights
and radio to come on at that time. At the next get
together, Mom told our family friend about the strange
occurrences that had been going on at the house. For
some reason, Mom told her about the small houses
lights and radio coming on every night around the same
time. Our family friends eyes got wide but she
didnt say anything.
About a week later, they came and tore down the
smaller house leaving nothing but the foundation.
Around the foundation, we saw bones of animals and
some of the bones looked to be like cat bones. We
decided right then that we had had enough and we were
leaving. Before we left, our family friend came over
and said she wanted to tell us something. She said
years ago her aunt and family had practiced witchcraft
and black magic in the house where we were staying.
She also told us that the small house on the property
(the one they had just torn down) had not been lived
in for years and the electricity had been turned off
years ago. There was no radio and there was no
electricity in the house whatsoever.
Many more strange events and occurrences
happened in that house but I havent the time to tell
you all of them. Until this day we dont know what all
happened there or if the story about witchcraft and
black magic being practiced there is true but I
believe that house has a haunted history to tell and
evil penetrates the ground that house was built on. I
will never set foot on that property again. Just to
write about it scares me too death. I think the
spirits must be happy now because they have the house
to themselves once again and frankly, I prefer it that
way. I didn't think much about ghosts and spirits but
now I believe since I've had my own strange