The
White House
By:
blood_spattered_banner2000@yahoo.com
I
live in a small
They
Would Think I Was Crazy
By:
pneighbours@comcast.net
Ok
here goes,when i was very young(around 4-5 yrs old)i remember hearing the
dishes rattle at night at our hose in Donelson,Tn and always had a feeling of
being watched while i listned to my records while my mom slept on weekend
mornings at that house.One night the girl across the street was babysitting me
and it was storming outside.Al of the sudden a bolt of lightning struck and
then LOUD thunder.Imediately after the thunder,something/someone knocked on the
wall hard about 4 or five hits and me and that girl jumped to high
heaven!Ok,then about 10 minutes later the phone rings,its the girls mother
telling her best friend had been struck by lightning and was killed!...So a
year later my mom was puuting gas in our riding mower and it exploded
"somehow" and i got burned badly(had to learn to walk again,my feet
were burned badly and alot of my body..so the after the house was rebuilt,i
STILL had this feeling of being watched there.....Ok,flash to about 20 yrs
later..I hear my mom overtelling a friend of her's that we used to live in a
hauted house,supposedly a woman shot herself after finding her husband was
gonna leave her..Mom said the womans spirit NEVER hurt her our anyone but she
did make a mess sometimes at night IN THE KITCHEN!!
So
i was Floored and told my mother that i KNEW that house was haunted and was
glad to know i wasnt crazy all those years ago.today i drive past that house
and wonder if anyone living there now has had any ghostly encounters,but i'm
afraid they'd think i was crazy and laugh at me.
Richie
By:
lucymaebrown@hotmail.com
Back
in 1986, my son was a newborn and he slept in a bassinet in the living room,
(it was easier), and I slept on the couch next to him. One evening, I put him
to bed and laid down on the couch to go to sleep. As I was laying there, I felt
a hot, warm breath in my face. Thinking it was my dog, I opened my eyes
immediately to see that she was not in the room. I dismissed it and closed my
eyes again to go to sleep. I then felt a hand stroke my left cheek very gently
and lovingly. I opened my eyes again and no one was there.
I
wasn't afraid as it was a loving stroke on my face and very tender really. The
fact is, my friends brother, Richie, died about a week before and the last
place I saw him alive was in my living room. I believe it was Richie coming to
say "Goodbye" and I'm glad he did. It was a closure I needed as he
died very young at age 18.
Pocomoke
City Md.
By:
Weconsul@aol.com
These
events happened in the year 1978, I am now 44. Please excuse the spelling I
have dyslexia and hate "spellcheck". The location is an old antibellum
manson on an ex slave plantation. The grounds are still intact and
undeveloped.A group of high school friends had gone down to the house to do
some goose hunting it was early november. We arrived around 7 pm had supper watched some tv then to bed as we
had to get up early. Saterday was a repeat of friday w/exception of the events
I will relate to you now.Around 3 am I was awoken by my friend phillip who was
franticly screeming at me to get out of bed and help him close the windows
because a major storm was comming in ( the windows were origanal for the house
8 feet by 14 feet and quite heavy), what they were doing open is just the
begining. I ran first down the hallway( the house has two hallways ,both 50
yards long running off the master staircase on each side) to cloce the end
window . As I ran I was aware of papers and things flying in the air near head
level ( I could not see very well because thier wasno overhead lighting, only
small lamps on tablesthat ran down the hallway) after that was done I ran
donwstairs to help Phillip w/ the big windows at midpiont down the staircasethe
two front doors blew open from a gust of wind which did not startle me as much
asthe sight of an old wing back chiar glide across theENTIRE lenth of the
livingroom.I was completely dumbfounded the only thing that broke my
concentation was Phillip screaming to ignore it and help him with the
windows.After we got the windows closed I examined the wingback chair it was
realy heavy about 130 Lbs I said it was amazing a gust of wind could make it
glide so evenly and completly across the lenth of the living room, just asI
said that the door of the bathroom ( it was the old main fireplace converted to
bathroom because of the chimney no longer wassafe )un latched itself right infront
of us and the door opened completly toward us.Well that would have shocked me
completly but at the same time from the kitchen came the sound of all the pots
and pans being pulled from the cubboards. when we entered the kitchen ALL the
potsand pans were actualy LEVITATING in mid air and going around in a circle.
this went on for about 20 seconds then a huge thunder clat sounded outside and
everything fell crashing to the floor.Phillip just looked at meif he were
embarrased and asked me not to speak of this when we got back home and school.
I of course complied ,who would believe me, as I read this 26 years later I
still dont understand what I wittnessed that night in the house near Pocomoke
City.
Oklahoma
Experiences
By:
LHaedt@scott-rice.com
I
am 37 years old and have had lots of experiences in various houses I’ve lived
in in Oklahoma. The main place was in my
parent’s house when I was growing up.
Our house is in the country and sets where my grandparent’s house used
to set. The old house was torn down and
ours was built over the site.
I
can’t really remember how old I was when I started seeing things in the house I
grew up in. A lot of them are sketchy
but here is what I remember. Probably
the main thing that still to this day happens is that you can sometimes see a
white haze moving down the hallway towards my old bedroom. It doesn’t look like a person; it just looks
like a patch of fog. Even some of my
friends saw it one night when I was having a sleepover. There has never been any logical explanation
for what I was seeing. I used to tell my
parents and my dad thought I was nuts.
Sometimes when you would be in our living room you would get a real
uneasy feeling, like someone was watching you.
I remember one year I was a freshman in high school and I had just had
my tonsils removed. When I came home I
was so sick for about a week and I wound up sleeping all the time in the living
room. Every night I would wind up waking
up because I thought I felt someone touching me and I would get the feeling
that someone was standing behind the couch looking at me. I tried to tell myself that I was
hallucinating due to being sick but I still remember how real it felt.
There
was one summer that all of a sudden I started hearing things in my room. I would be woken up in the middle of the
night to knocking on either my walls or the floor. It would happen for a few minutes and then
just stop. My closet doors would wind up
being open after I knew I had closed them because like so many people, I always
thought something would come out and get me if I didn’t. There was even one night that I could have
sworn I saw a man standing in my doorway.
It was all dark but was the perfect outline of a man. I say a man because of its size. I was always telling my parents and my dad
would just laugh at me. That is until he
finally saw the fog. One weekend after I
had grown up and gotten married we had gone home for the weekend and we were
all sitting in the living room watching TV.
It was around 9:00 at night and I got up to go to my old bedroom. You could see my room down the hall from the
living room. When I got back to the
living room my dad asked me if I saw my friend.
“What”, I asked? He repeated
himself and then said, the fog just followed you to your room.!. I looked at my mom who would have been able
to see the incident too and she nodded her head yes. That was the first time I knew my dad had
seen it too. Now he sees it every once
in a while. He even thinks he saw it one
night outside. He said he was sitting in
the dining room, which has a sliding glass door going to our backyard, and
noticed something out of the corner of his eye.
He looked toward the door and saw something walk by outside. He also said there was one night that it was
dead still out but all of a sudden our big wooden swing started moving back and
forth as though someone had sit down and started to swing.
Probably
the scariest thing I remember was once again when I was still in high school
and I was sitting up late at night watching TV. I was sitting on the floor and all of a
sudden the dog we had at the time that was scared of everything came running
into the living room from the dining room and got behind me. He was shaking like he was scared to
death. I looked toward the dining room
and I could see a little black blob on the floor. It was around 12” tall. Even though there wasn’t a light on except
the TV I could still make it out. It
just sat there for a few minutes and then was gone. As soon as it left the dog was fine too.
Nothing
bad has ever happened to any of our family and the sightings seem to be very
speratic but we are all convinced that something is there.
As
far as other houses I’ve lived in, I sometimes think something has followed me.
The
main instance I will tell you about was in the first house my husband and I had
bought. It was an older house that a Dr.
had owned. There was one day that I was
cleaning the bathroom and I heard car keys jingling. I called out for my husband because I figured
he had come home. No answer but I kept
hearing keys jingling and they kept getting louder like my husband was walking
to where I was. I called out again and
said, “honey, I’m in the bathroom.” I
heard the keys again and this time it sounded like they were in the hall by the
bathroom door. I looked out to see why
he wouldn’t answer and there was no one there.
I walked around to see if he was in another part of the house but he
wasn’t there. At the time we lived in
that house we had one daughter that was 1-1/2 and another one on the way. In my daughter’s bedroom, I used to get a
real uneasy feeling especially when I would be putting things in her
closet. One day I had put her down for a
nap when I could hear her talking. I
went to go check on her. Her door was cracked
so I could see in just enough to see what she was doing. She was sitting at the end of her bed looking
towards the closet acting like she was talking to someone. I told her to lay down and went on with my
business. The next day she did the same thing. I walked in and asked what she was
doing. She said “ I talk to friend
mommy.” What friend I asked. She said one in closet. Since I had always gotten a weird feeling
from the closet I shut the door and told her to lay down. A little while later I heard her talking
again. When I walked into her room the
closet door was open and once again she said she was talking to her
friend. This happened for about a week
and I kept shutting the closet door and telling my daughter that she was not to
talk to her friend because it was nap time.
Even though the closet bothered me I figured that she was really just
playing. On the last day it happened I
got angry and yelled at the door to leave my daughter alone! That night my husband had fallen asleep on
the sofa when he said he heard our daughter start to cry. He said that he heard her get out of bed and
come running down the hall and then around the corner and towards him. He said right behind her was a little black
blob. He said it started around the corner
behind her but then stopped like it saw him.
Right behind it was the door to our room that was open. He said it moved real fast through our door
and rounded the corner like it was going to the head of our bed where I was
laying. He got up and ran into our room
but nothing was there and I was still asleep.
I
now live in Kansas and everything seems to be quiet.
New
Jersey Home
By:
TABUKITTI@aol.com
I
grew up in an old home on Jefferson Avenue in Elizabeth, NJ. this home
originally stood by itself on the block in the middle of a farm but over the
years, it is now a typical suburban/urban setting. When we moved in, it was a
typical suburban area with a large empty house and lot next door to us. Even
though that house was empty, our house was always considered the
"creepy" house of the block by the locals.
My
parents bought the house as a "handyman special" and, while
renovating it, my father told me that he once found bones in the plaster walls
and in the basement floor when putting in a new staircase. He said they were
large animal bones (not mice) and that they had been carefully placed and
wrapped up in cloth w/coins, feathers, and other items. They never reported it
to anyone for reasons known only to themselves. I think it was because the renovations
were made without permission from the city (knocking down walls, putting in
staircases, putting in an extra bathroom downstairs) and they did not want
trouble.
One
of the walls where the bones were found was the stairwell leading up to the
attic. None of us like to go up there. When you were 1/2 up the stairs, you
would hear something moving behind you (but nothing was there) and feel a cold,
damp presence there even when it was hot and dry out. The lightbulb which lit
that area always burnt out or the bulb would pop suddenly for no reason.
The
other area was the floor under the new staircase my father put in the basement.
he poured concrete down there (it had been packed dirt floor before). You
always heard shuffling feet in the basement and saw shadows where there
shouldn't be any. And, when you went down those stairs, you could feel a cold
hand reaching out from the stairs & touching your ankles or grabbing your
hand as you reached the bottom of the handrail.
My
father had also told me that at one time there had been a "root
cellar" down there, but my mother made him fill it in because it gave her
a "bad feeling". That's where he built the new back stairs to the
yard and, if you sat on those stairs late at nite in late fall (why fall???
never could figure that one out), you could hear whispering voices under the
stairwell.
Although
we never discussed this when living there, my siblings and I have told each
other since then how frightened we were in that house growing up -- especially
in the attic and basement.
My
Experiences with the Paranormal
By:
kaci_kesler@hotmail.com
I
have lived in Georgia most of my life.
The house I used to live in I believe had at least two spirits or
whatever you want to call them living there.
THe house was built in 1987 so it wasn't old. THe house was in a subdivision that used to
be a farm and its land. I really didn't
notice anything until I turned about 14 or 15 years old. We moved in the house when I was 9. Usually a house will settle for a year or
so. After 6 or so years, you would thing
the house would be done settling. Under
my room was the kitchen. THe drawers
would open by themselves and the cabinet doors would close by themselves. I really didn't think much of it because I
didn't believe in ghosts. After reading
this website, I have changed my mind. In
my bedroom, the tv would turn channels by itself and turn off by itself. I had a tv with no remote and no sleep
timer. I would hear footsteps at night
in the hall by my room (the floor creaked something terrible when walked
on). Everyone would be asleep I know
because I would call my brother's cell phone from my room and I would hear it
ring in his room and he would answer it.
On a couple of nights I would see a shadow starring at me from the steps. If you look out my door, you see the teps
leading downstairs. Once there was a buy
standing there looking at me. I tried to
yell to my mom because I saw her light on but I couldn't scream. Finally the boy disappeared. A year or so later I was sleeping in my
parents room while they were gone and they have two doors in their room. One leads to the hallway and the other to the
laundry room. I opened my eyes one night
to find a girl walking from the hallway to the laundry room. I tried to talk to her but she just turned
around and looked at me and walked away.
She had a ponytail and was wearing shorts. I later found out that the owner of the farm
lost his grandaughter and grandson to a tractor accident there. THat is my experience with the paranormal. At my house now, I have not had anything
happen. WHen my boyfriend died last
year, I did feel him kiss me one last time while I was asleep. Nothing since then. THanks for listening.
Matthews
County Ghosts
By:
spankieandkt@cox.net
Hello,
my name is Scott Spangler and I am a native of Newport News, Virginia. I am 34 years old and have been chasing the
paranormal for the best part of my life (since I was about 10 or 11 years old). I was exploring your website and reading
through the haunted spots of Virginia, to see if there happened to be some that
I wasn't aware of. I was reading of the
Old House Woods in Matthews County and read something very interesting. Described therein was reference to vehicles
being attacked. I had never heard that before
and was unaware it had happened to anyone else.
I was on one of my many investigations there about 10 or 11 years ago
and as we were leaving the area something slammed into the car with enough
force to feel it inside. It came from
underneath the car. We stopped the car
immediately to see what we had run over, there was nothing under or around the
car. We stopped at the local convenience
store there in Matthews (7-11 or Little Sue) and could find no
explanation. The car was placed on a
lift the next day but still nothing. I
have experienced many strange things at that place. It is probably the most haunted place that my
team and I have ever investigated.
Thanks for your website. Now that
I know where you are I will visit regularly.
INDIANA
By:
breazy08@yahoo.com
I
don't know if it is our family that seems to find these place or what... but we
have lived in 3 places that were haunted... 2 in kokomo indiana where my father
still lives... the other in kokomo is gone and we heard more abt the house
after we moved in.. we thought that it was our imagination.. all 6 of us.. and the other in muncie indiana...
In
Muncie, IN....
20th
& franklin street just down from the railroad tracks there is a tiny
house-only one bedroom..I don't know if it is still standing I can find out for
i have family still living just a few houses down... Any way... don't know why or the history of
the house or how long it was standing before we moved in... I do know that late at night you could hear
chains rattling up and down the narrow staircase to the bedroom upstairs.. We are not the only ones to hear this.. when
we moved out my cousin moved in and came to our new place one night complaining
of it keeping him awake at night..
Others that have lived there have not had problems.. but a few have..
seems to pick and choose to whom they scare the beejeebies out of ..
In
Kokomo, IN....
On
Touby pike ... Take hgwy 31 to sycamore street-turn East... on the right is a
big fenced in park.. up just a few feet is a road that t's to sycamore.. take a
left.. done on the left just past the sign service is a field...Now... was a
house there.. I don't know it's history
either.. but i do know that a few months after we moved in... weird things
started to happen... Like on the second story where the two younger girls slept
they would become frightened.. finally mom and dad had to blocked the windows
on the porch on the first floor for them to sleep.. and every week or so you
would hear noises upstairs.. dad would yell for quiet the first few times we
heard it... We would go and see
(reluctantly) and thing would be piled in the middle of the floor.. ie... beds,
drawers, toys, chairs...it got so bad that none of us would go up there.. we
bolted the door.. and the basement-only
mother would go down there.. we were somehow stopped at the top of the
stairs...... thing is once... okay now don't laugh at me... okay.... this happens to me alot... i went for a walk
and came back to the house around 7 pm...
momma said i looked funny.. that something was wrong with my eyes (i was
sixteen and didn't party).. i told her i had a headache.. this was a
lie... i went into my room and don't
remember anything for a bit.. then i remember looking down and seeing me
sprawed on my back with one leg out and the other foot resting on the
floor... the next thing i remember it
was 12 hours later and my mom was waking me up... Shortly after this my cousin patty came to
spend a few days with us... me-her- and my two sisters were sitting in the
bedroom (my parents) and talking.. all of a sudden patty screamed.. I looked at
her and she was looking above head.. as was my 2 sisters.. and they were white
and shaking... no one could move.. so i spoke and said "what?".. when
they seemed to come a live... they began babbling...now, we were a poor family,
almost dirt poor.. and one of the things was the on some of the lamps in our
house didn't have lamp shades.. and i was sitting in front of one.. they said that behind me was this big black
shadow with two small white glowing eyes..... then they jumped up and ran
behind me.. (with the intention of protecting i was told..) and looked to see
what could've caused it.. maybe something on the light bulb.. nothing there....
and i was only about 3 feet away from the bulb.. which was only about a foot
above my head.. as i was sitting down..on a stool chair.. thus-the shadow if
was mine would've been in front of me...
The
house is gone due to the lack of ability to keep tenants in (i was told)
On
Hillsdale Drive..
Further
east on sycamore you will come to a street 300E..which is hillsdale Dr.. first
drive way on your right... my parents house.. in the winter you can see it. in
the summer only from certain angles.. just pass their house is a cementary.. I
don't know the name of it.. nor do i think anyone does..
Criminey
the story here... But i shall save it
for another email.... if you would like to know...
it
is abt missing grave.. a little girl.. a voice... and a shadow ... And a satanic churce.. The church according to older stories was
used for satanice worship.. there sits a house with an observatory in the back
yard.. i do not know if they have ever had problems with the house or not..
they are great ppl and keep pretty much to them selves.. the neighbor hood is upper middle class ...
I'd
Like to Hear from Others
By:
NicoleDiaz22185@msn.com
When
I was about six or seven I can't remember my exact age, I know I was school
aged but it was late summer. My dad had already purchased my uniforms for the
year. My uniforms were how I found out that things in the house my father and
stepmother were currently renting were not exactly normal. One night My younger
sister and I were awoken by noises in the cabinet closet that was in our attic
bedroom (the room the two of us shared) we got up out of bed to see if it was
the cat who had gotten himself stuck in there on previous occasions by hiding
on the top shelf where we were too small to see. As we approached the closet
the rattling subsided. When we opened the doors we found that all of the
uniforms (which we were forbidden to touch before the school year due to the
risk of ruining their expencive starch and press) were all removed from their
plastic wraps and hangers. After rushing down the stair to tell dad (only to
receive a stern reprimand for what had been done to my uniforms) 'I should
clarify I was in private catholic school where as my sister by choice attended
public school' we refused to go back up stairs and so slept in the family room
cuddled as close to the family rottweiler as he would allow. The next evening
at the behest of our father we returned to our room for the evening and again
were awoken. Only this time it was the walls they were knocking and seemed to
be pulsing frightened we rushed to our father with our malady. Always the
sceptic he passed it off as an old house that probably with mice and promised
to set traps. In an attempt to comfort us in his own strange was he tried to
make us laugh by saying in a joking manner that "they wont eat much"
and gently pinching our tummys. Needless to say we again slept with poor Spike
our dog. As the third night approached we blatantly refused to go to our rooms
and thus were allowed to sleep in the nursury with our baby sister this was our
first night of peace and we slept like babies. After about a week in our own
room without further incident we begen to believe that it was all in out
imaginations after all but at the end of
our week or so of peace we got what I think was a glimps of whatever had been
doing all of this I was awakened from my sleep from my blanket being removed
via the end of my bed I grabed for it only to look up and see a shadow looming
at the foot of the beds I was in such a terrible shock that I couldn't move so
I tried my voice and was able to say my sisters name though it same out as no
more that a weak series of squeaks. It did however prove effective and she
awoke as we staired at this entity for what I think was a few minutes it got
slightly more defined and then vanished all together. Frightened but still
leerie about waking out sceptical father we again slept on the rug with our dog
spike and cat sampson. I don’t know why we always went to the animals but to
our child selves they seemed like the safest place to be. I will never know for
sure what it was that we saw due to the fact that the verry next morning we
packed our backpacks with our most cherished toys and a couple outfits and ran
away the whole five blocks to our grandparents house. And were moved in at our
insistance that very day. She and I do agree on one thing on the rare occasions
that we speak of those horrible two weeks in the house on foss street is that
the figure at the foot of our beds was a man with a ponytail and a long coat.
To this day when I visit portland, Oregon if I happed to be traveling down
lombard avenue I never look at that
house on the corner of lombard and foss. I now live in texas with my husband
and daughter. And exept for with my sister I have never dicussed that houes and
what we saw inside.
oh
yeah I forgot to say a month later my father and stepmother also moved from the
house. I guess the finally saw him too though they have never said so
He's
Teasing Me
By:
Cookieda43@aol.com
it
all started september 23,2003 in worcester mass.when me and my cousins friend
carlos torres was killed in a horrible car accident.he was revived at the
scene.then died half hour due to his bad heart(pronounced dead at 8:35pm).he
was only 19 and the impacted killed him.what mad it so hard ws my cousin mike
was driving right behind hm because they were hanging out and was going
home.when a car came out of no where and slamed into him.well anyways,later
that night my aunt came home at 2:30 and told me and my cousin mike that carlos
was just in the front hall and told her to tell us he was ok and he was not
hurt.now the thing that made this weird was my aunt didnt know that carlos was
dead.well later tht week my cousin devloped som pictures him and carlos took 3
days before the accident.well when we looked threw the pictures we found one
carlos took of himself an he looked dead.well 4 night after the accident me my
cousin and my aunt were in the living room where the computer is.well the
computer started making a beepng noise followed by a flash.the same picture of
carlos that he took poped on the copute screen then went black.
thats
the experince i had.
Ghosts
in Kentucky
By:
etalonabm@hotmail.com
While
I had never experienced real ghost encounters I finally had an opportunity
while working in Lexington Kentucky. I worked for the Bureau of Prisons,
Federal Medical Center, Lexington, KY as a shift supervisor. The prison was
built in the early 1930's and was first under the Dept. of Health Services
before the Bureau took it over.
We
moved into government reservation housing, which was set in a beautiful back
ground of horse farms and state park. The housed we moved into was farm style,
with a converted attic and basement. My wife first started to sense a
"presence", she said she was not afraid of it or that she felt is was
a friendly presence. We named the presence Elizabeth.
One
night, about 1:00Am, we both heard footsteps coming from the attic, down to the
living room. Now the footsteps sounded like someone walking on wood, but it was
all carpeted! The foosteps continued past our bedroom into the bathroom and
then we heard the stopper to the bathtub being pulled. Of course when I went to
investigate there was nothing.
Another
night in the evening, we were all enjoying the fire by the firepalce, all of
sudden our dog Poochie started to growl at a presence standing right behind us,
that was pretty scary!
One
week we were house sitting our next door neighbors house, when my wife came
into our house and told me that they were home, the chimmeny was smoking. I
went out to look, sure enough it was smoking and you coenyuld even smell the
burning wood. Again I went to investigate. Our neighbors weren't home and there
was not fire in the chimmeny!
We
enjoyed our stay in that old house and have many more stories to tell our grand
kids.
Ghosts
and Spirits
By:
trinatherena@msn.com
Hello,
my name is Sylvia, I was born in New Orleans, & my Grandmother is a
Cherokee, I am told by my God-Mother
that my GrandMother was a shaman and all the women in my family are psychic. I
know my daughter and I can see and know things pass our five senses, All my
life I have seen ghosts, as a small child I have been able to see and speak
with them, I remember living in a 200 year old wooden two story duplex house,
from 3 to 5 years old, and seeing a little old lady in a night gown and cap
coming up or down the curb stairway as I was going up or down, she would stair
at me sometimes, other times she act as if I was not there, I used to question
my Mom about her, she said she was the first owner of the house and she passed
away in the house. When I was small, people would die, and had the wakes in the
homes, in the living-rooms or parlor for a few days, I witness a # of ghost in
that manner. I have always lived in older homes that had ghosts in them, it
never scared me, I was used to them, I now live in San Diego, and my house has
ghosts and we get visiting ghosts at different time My dogs and cats see them
and alert us all the time, we smell flowers from my Mother-in-law, my Mom is
always around, and My Husband's father are my Pop smells of cigars when they
visit, We see our passed animals, and they rub our legs, are cry out and we
hear them. I have friends they have heard their names called, are feel strange
in my home, we have has fire balls pass through our home, I could write a book
on the different thing in my life that have accrued, Our residence ghost was a
painter that live here before us, he watches over us, as due our family
members. I also am in contact with my guardian Angel.. Michael, my daughter
helped me find him. I don't wish to bore any one, so I will stop now, and later
tell some of the things that have happen to me or my family in the pass.
Contacting
By:
loriek@cableaz.com
This
happened when I was about 8 years old.
I
was in my bed asleep when I was awakened by an ice old feeling in my room and
my body. So cold that I was feeling as
though the cold was heavy upon my body.
I was lying in a position that I rarely sleep in, flat on my back. I was completley unable to move. Next to my bed I started seeing a vision of
an older woman wearing a long cotton dress, nothing fancy. She was wearing wooden shoes that had a
narrowing towards the toe part of the shoes that came to a point, however she
was not standing on the floor. She was
short, with long grayish white hair sort of blowing gently. She looked more as an electrical energy. She help out her hand and said "come to
me Laura, take my hand and come with me."
I still couldn't move or even speak.
I was so terrified. This repeated for just a few more seconds and I
thought that if I didn't get a grip and try harder to move or call for help
something bad might happen to me. I did
not fear her, I felt as though she was gentle.
But none the less I didn't want to go anywhere with her. Finaly I was able to move my pinky finger on
my right hand. From then I was slowly
able to move. When she disappeared she
left like she was an eletrical enegry source.
Like tiny specs of light that just sparkled out.
Another
time decades later I was awakend by the feeling that someone had set on the end
of my bed. Like a depression on my
matress. I was living alone a that time
so I was freaked out that someone might
be in my home. I sat straight up in my
bed and started rubbing my eyes. This
time I was sweaty. At the end of my bed,
I couldn't believe what I saw. A young
man in his early twenties sitting there hunched over and was in deep
worry. He has his hands up near his face
rubbing his face and was looking like he was in total despair. I put my hands out in front of me because
this person looked like a person. I was
afraid he would attack me. I said out
loud, "oh God, no please no."
And with that he turned slowly and looked at me and faded away. It wasn't until then that I realized that he
was not a real person, but a ghost. I
felt the despair that this guy was feeling.
I don't know him. But I was again
scared out of my mind. I went through my
place checking for unlocked doors or windows and they were all locked and
undisturbed. Less than a year later I
was at my boyfriends home and I saw a young man walking down the hallway. I didn't recognize him and I asked my
boyfriend who he was. He didn't see
anyone and thought I was nuts. Just a
couple of seconds later his roommate (not speaking to me) asked who was in the
hallway. There was no way out the
direction he went. Not even a window
large enough for him to crawl out of. I
wondered if it was the guy in my room that year before. My room was pretty dark that night. Just a small amount of moonlight from a
window above my bed. I'll never
know. I do believe those who have passed
are among us. I think that when they are
strong enough to punch through this dimension and when we are able to open our hearts to the
possibility we can contact each other.
Sometimes.
A
Night Visitor
By:
Andys331@cs.com
This happend on December 23,1989. My
father had to go out of town to pick up relatives on (dec.23) and would return
by christmas eve dinner. My brother and myself were left home to be with my
mother. I remember that night of the 23rd as a rainy cold night. Usually when
my dad was out of town for business, my mom and brother would sometimes spend
the night in my room. Since i slept in a twin size bed, we all did not fit
together, so my mom would bring sheets and pillows and would sleep on the floor
beside my bed with my brother, like having our own little slumber party. there
is a hallway that leads me directly to my parents rooms and in between our
rooms to the right there is a bathroom. On that night of the 23rd, we all went
to the room watched a little t.v and slept. Let me give you a little scenario
on how my room was, my bed was placed against a wall, i always liked to sleep
facing a wall not a door or a closet. So, anyway I would say at approximately
2am i heard a man's cough and clearing of the throat, I also heard the sheets
from my parents bed pull up, as if someone was trying to cover themselves, i
heard the mattress, as if someone was making themselves comfortable. In my mind
i was thinking it was my dad coming home earlier than expected, but what was
weird is that my dad is the type that
likes to make noise when he comes home, in other words he likes people to know
he is home,he turns on all the lights in the house including the hallway light,
which would then really wake us up, beacuse i didn't sleep with my bedroom door
closed. But on this night he didn't turn on anything or told us he was home.
So, since he didn't say anything to us i thought i would go to my parents room
and see him, but i got lazy. So, from my bed i just leaned as far as could to
see if i get a glanze of him, but i didn't and in order to get up and go to the
room i had to jump over my mom and brother that were sleeping on the floor, so
i just let it be and didn't mind it. I
said to myself that i would see him in the morning. Well, morning came and
about 7 or 8am my mom woke me up and
told me to keep an eye on my brother while she goes to the groceries and buys
what she needed for that nights dinner. Half asleep i told her ok, but then
something clicked and thought " hey my dad is home", why is she telling me to keep an eye on my
brother. So, i quickly jumped out of bed and ran to my parents room to see my
dad, to my surprise my dad wasn't home.
The bed was still nicely made and no signs that somebody slept there, my
body got goosebumps, because i knew what i heard that early morning in my
parents room. So, I ran back to my room, woke my bother, i turned all the
lights on, my t.v. and the radio that was in the living room. I then, opened
the front door and the backdoor. I
stayed in the kitchen with my brother until my mom arrived. when she finally
arrived i didn't mention anything to her, but i was staying put in the kitchen,
she asked why everything was on and i made up a story that the house was too
silent. So, i asked my mom if she heard anything that early morning, she looked
at me and asked "like what"? So, i told her that i heard coughing and
pulling of the sheets, etc...The only thing she could say to me was " YOU
HEARD IT TOO"? She told me she heard the same thing i heard and when she
was leaving in the morning to go to the groceries, she was going to tell my dad
to keep an eye on us, especially my brother since he was 3 at that time. But,
she saw he wasn't there and it freaked her out and maybe thought it was her
imagination or a dream she was having. To this day we still talk about our
Christmas eve incident. What we know about that house is that a father and son
were murdered in that house by i believe drug dealers. I do believe their
spirit still wanders around, but i don't believe they are there to harm us, at
least that's what i think since we were living in that house for 12yrs.
Sometimes, i would be washing dishes and i always felt someone watching me,
since my back was towards our living room i was always jittery that someone was
in the living room or right behind me watching me. i do admit it was scary at
time being in that house until we moved.My parents rent it out to family
members and i should say to this day, my cousin mentioned to me once that when
she's sleeping she feels pressure on her chest, like if she's unable to move or
sometimes sees shadows in her room, it freaks her out and i would say that
house still gives me the jitters when i visit my cousins. I know this story
probably seemed long, but i am fascinated with details, i really enjoy reading
other peoples' stories. YOUR WEB PAGE IS GREAT!!!!
P.S.
NOT LONG AGO, MYSELF AND A FRIEND WERE TALKING ABOUT SPIRITS OVER THE PHONE,
HOW SHE TOO HAS EXPERIENCED WEIRD THINGS IN HER APARTMENT. I WAS TELLING HER MY
CHRISTMAS EVE STORY AND WHAT HAD HAPPEND TO THIS FATHER AND SON MURDER, WHEN MY
PHONE LINE MADE A LOUD SCREAMING NOISE, AFTER THAT NOISE I COULD HEAR HER TALK,
BUT SHE COULDN'T HEAR ME, THEN OUR LINES DISCONNECTED WITH NO DIAL TONE. I
FREAKED OUT BECAUSE OUR PHONE LINES ARE UNDERGROUND, SO IT COULDN'T HAVE BEEN
DUE TO HIGH WINDS OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT. ANYWAY, I QUICKLY CALLED HER AND ASKED
WHAT HAPPEND TO THE PHONE AND SHE TOLD ME THAT HER LINE WAS FINE THAT I WAS THE
ONE THAT GOT DISCONNECTED. THAT HAS BEEN
THE ONLY TIME MY PHONE HAS GOTTEN DISCONNECTED. WAS IT PURE
COINCIDENCE... WHO KNOWS, BUT I GOT GOOSEBUMPS JUST WRITING TO YOU ABOUT THIS
INCIDENT.
Saying
Goodbye~~
By:
inthewillows@swbell.net
I
am in my 40s, do not believe in God or an afterlife. I am a calm and orgainized
individual.
My
Father-in-law's Mom died about 10 years ago. While sitting at the table talking
about Grandma to his parents, my husband leaned back in his chair and lifted
his hat slightly off of his head (it was a hot day.) From inside his hat came a
sound like that of someone scratching three times inside the hat with her
nails. My husband jumped and threw his hat across the room. He said he could
feel a hand inside of his hat. He said,"Please don't do that Grandma, it
gave me a start."
His
dad died two years later. He was renowned for his tomato garden. It was the
most fantastic garden you have ever seen, prize winning tomatoes. We say,
instead of flowers, put a tomato on Dad's grave, that is how important they
were to him. We had lived in our home for 6 years. In front was a rock garden
with no plantings. It was there when we moved in. One year after Dad's death,
we found his pocket knife, open in our driveway. It had been missing since his
death. It was not rusted. A few days later, we noticed something growing in the
rock garden. A tomato plant.
My
mom-in-law died 2 years ago. Three weeks after her death, we bought 3 tables
(approx. 16 computers) at a local auction. All of the computer's memory had
been wiped clean, save for one file on one computer from the local water
department. The one file was my mom-in-law's water bill. Only her bill, not one
other thing.
Romeo
Dale
By:
cindy@bo-mac.com
It
all started with this enormous feeling of depression. For some reason I
felt
everything in my life was just at a very big low, as growing young
adults
tend to do sometimes. This feeling
lasted for about two months and
this
is not my normal self. I have always been
much of the socialite even
when
I'm down. I did some soul searching and
a lot of praying. Many things
started
to become clear to me once I expanded myself mentally. Let me also
say
that my boyfriend and I have been dating for more than 3 years and we
moved
into a mobile home for the second year, and due to financial
situations
we were permitted by his parents (Sharon & Dale) to move into
their
house with them. - A quick back ground on Chris, my boyfriend. He's
the
youngest of four children. Has three older
sisters and they lived and
grew
up in this house all their lives. This
house was owned and passed on
by
Sharon's father and one of Chris' Aunts had died of old age in one of the
four
bed rooms before passing it on to Sharon & Dale. They were all animal
lovers
and had many pets growing up and at the time we had started dating,
Chris'
current dog was a super lovable rotwieler named Romeo. Mr. Dale
(Chris'
Dad) had been retired due to physical health problems for about 3
years
and did some wood work on the side for money.
He had massive liver
failure
and was going to the doctors quite frequently. O. K. so here's the
story. Once I cleared my head, I got the distinct
impression that something
big
was about to change my life forever. All
I could say was "something big
is
fixing to happen but I don't know what it is" About two weeks after that
I
had almost shrugged those feelings off as "growing pains" then all of
a
sudden
Romeo - who is stout and a slobbery thing that loves even the smell
of
his Chris, started acting weird! He would just fall over at the drop of a
hat
and couldn't get up! This went on for about a week and the day came when
he
wouldn't get up from under Chris' window outside our house. I looked
into
his eyes and I knew it was the last time I would ever hold his silly
nose
in my hand so I stroked his head between his eyes and told him it would
be
alright, then I said a prayer and that was indeed the last time I saw
him. Chris had to leave shortly after me to go to
work and he went to check
on
Romeo before he left and did the same as I and prayed for the dog but had
to
leave. Around 8 pm that evening, him mom called to let him know that
about
15 min after Chris left, so did Romeo.
See Romeo had a habit of
seeing
Chris off to work and waiting for him on the steps when he got home
from
work every day. He waited until Chris
had left that day before passing
on. I can still feel Romeo as I walk to the steps
between the cars
sometimes. I used to trip over him in the dark all the
time and he would
come
lean on me for a good petting. So I know
when I feel the slight brush
up
against my legs that its him waiting for Chris to get home. 3 months
later,I
was supposed to drive up to Kansas to see my best friend that I see
every
summer and I had everything all packed and set to go and out of the
blue
I got this sickening feeling that something bad was gonna happen. I
started
crying for no apparent reason and I even asked Ms. Sharon and Dale's
Brother
what they thought about it being very Christian and all. They said
if
I felt as strongly as to cry that I didn't need to go that maybe
something
was going to happen and that I needed to be there for Chris. I
just
said that I thought it was probably a bad feeling about driving all the
way
from Southeast Texas to Kansas. I wound
up not going and good thing
too,
because that weekend Chris' Dad would be admitted to the hospital for
the
last time. I would have been three
states away when we got the 911
call. His dad was the man every man respected and
loved his family very
much.
But his time had come and we all knew it was fixing to happen. We all
gathered
at the hospital to stay the night for it was far away and that
night
I saw Chris walking down the hall and he didn't seem alone. I saw him
running
his hand along the wall and it seemed a man in a robe was walking
next
to him and had its arm around my Chris.
That's when I knew. I drew
that
picture in my journal and told Chris.
Two days later Chris played his
guitar
for his dad, the song he loved most Angel Rock, an original, and that
was
the last real response we had from Mr. Dale.
He Held on strong and that
night
after all the family had come to say hello - not goodbye, we said our
goodnights
to him as he was unconsious. I was last and I never had really
touched
Mr. Dale but when I put my hand over his in that bed, I felt him
say,
"goodbye Cindy, You Have to take care of my Son Now, He is a man but He
needs
you) I told him that I loved him like a
father (all through thought)
and
that the Angel's I could see had come to take him home. I told him I was
happy
for him and promised to do as he wished.
I told Chris that we should
stay
in the room but we were ushered out and sure enough at 1 am Mr. Dale
had
Gone Home. There are so many instances
where we still hear him call our
names
in the house or feel as though he is in the room. And He brushes by
us
in the hallway just like he used to before.
We are glad he still comes
by
to check on us and that he has found a better place.
My
Life
By:
YYvette217@aol.com
Hi
my name is Yvette and my family and I have dealt with ghosts our whole lives.
There are lots of stories that I have.
I
still have a little girl that for some reason stays with me I have had her
around me since I can remember my grandmother tells me of stories of when I was
younger of how I played with her and how I used to cry when she pulled my hair.
She now lives with me in my house and she is always peeking around the corner
at me. And letting me know that she is around. I do not need any help, all the
bad experiences are behind us now. I just happen to come to your site and
thought maybe you would like to here a little about the good experience I have
had with ghosts. I have had my share of bad and so has my family. From what I
understand my grandmothers house at one time was put in to a magazine or news
paper about haunted houses. I have so many stories, I will tell you about some
of them a little later. But I am just happy that there are people out there
helping people that do not know how to handle things like ghosts.
My
Basement
By:
luvmandyleigh4ever@yahoo.com
The story of my basement goes all the way
back to my early childhood
when
my parents first purchased their house. I was seven years old and
fearless.
My sister and I moved into the refinished basement in bedroom
across
from eachother. My room always felt warm and safe, but when you
enter
into my sisters room you always felt cold and uneasy. As a child I
would
never stay in her room if I was alone. She swore that she never
suppected
anything and that I was just letting my imagination run away
with
me. My mother has always been able to feel others present in our
home.
Besides seeing some spirts on our back porch a couple of years ago
she
has always felt that our home was safe and not haunted. We were
brought
up to understand that there are spirits wondering around looking
for
their place to move on to, so we have always been understanding if a
spirit
would pass through our house. We never really talk about " Ghosts
"
in a scary mannor, they are just "spirits" to us. Well when I was
about
twelve years old my sister who is two years older than I, went
away
to her first summer camp. It was the first time since we moved in
that
I would be alone in the basement. Steering clear of her room, I
would
keep her door shut so I wouldn't look inside while I walked by.
Well
the week passed and one of my friends came to stay the night. Since
my
bed was small and my sisters was big, my friend and I decided to
brave
out the night and sleep in her room. This is the night that I
would
see my first ghost. A couple hours after we had finally fallen
asleep,
I woke to the sound of clanging hangers in the closet which sets
directly
in front of the bed. Nervous I gently pulled the covers over my
head.
Still feeling weary I sat up so i could turn the light on, that is
when
I saw it, standing there at the foot of the bed. I was so terrified
that
It was merly a quick glance before I went back under the covers and
began
to yell for my dad. When my dad came in the ghost was gone. Since
this
night my sister and I both have continually heard the clacking
noise
and often seen a glowing light float out of the closet just for a
moment.
Since we discovered the spirit in the basement we have
encountered
two other spirits in our house. In my younger brothers
bedroom
in the upstairs of my house lives a little boy spirit. My entire
family
has seen the young boy in the hallway leading to my brothers room
late
at night. Often we would be up going to the bathroom in the middle
of
the night and some of my brothers marble collection would find its
way
out to the hallway and gently roll down the hallway to the living
room.
This has only happened a couple times but we have all seen it. The
other
spirit is an older man that likes to walk on our side patio in the
evening
and glance into the kitchen windows. My mother is the only
witness
to this spirit, but many times she has been up cooking in the
evening
and glanced up seeing the spirit glancing right back at her, but
only
for a short moment before he will dissapear. I am now grown and
moved
out to college, and still everytime I go home and go into my
sisters
old bedroom I can still feel the uneasyness of the atmosphere.
My
Aunt's House
By:
Anonymous
About
10 years ago, my home was flooded due to a hose breakage on our washing
machine. It ran all day and soaked the
carpet to the concrete. We had to have
the carpet lifted and huge fans were brought in to dry them out. The fans were so loud I had trouble getting
to sleep. So, my mom sent me to stay
with my aunt. Her house was located in
one of the ritziest parts of town, but with the oldest homes. They were mansions that were built at least
80 years ago and had been renovated. Her
home originally was utilized as a carriage house for the mansion next door, but
had been sold off years after it was built to acquire additional money as a
"2nd" property. It was quite
lovely, though small, but it had a dark secret.
It was haunted. The night I went
to stay was the last night I ever stayed there.
My aunt had told us stories recounting ghostly occurrences, but none of
us ever experienced anything, until that night.
She
put me in the living room on the pull out couch. It was just off the kitchen, which you had to
walk through in order to get to the stairwell that led up to the master
bedroom, bathroom & laundry area. I
fell asleep pretty quickly, but awoke around 2am to a strange feeling. It was almost if I were suffocating. I looked around and saw nothing but the small
night light in the kitchen. I started to
drift back to sleep when I heard running upstairs. I sat up quickly, it sounded as though
someone was headed down the stairwell and into the kitchen, but no one
came. I laid on my side facing away from
the kitchen hoping that whatever it was would stop. My aunt had told us of the
"poltergeist's" fondness for the magnets on the side of the
microwave. As soon as I heard it hit the
floor I knew what it was. Somehow I got
up the courage to investigate, just to prove or disprove my theory of the
magnets. There they were, laying in the
middle of the kitchen floor. The
microwave sat on a cart, in the middle of the cart. How these magnets fell off and found their
way to the floor was beyond me. I picked
them up and put them back in place and ran back to the pull out. Not ten minutes later, that familiar
"magnetic" sound happened again.
This time I did not move, just stayed very still and started to
pray. I felt a pressing feeling on my
back, nothing physical, just ominous. I
felt something brush against the bottom of the bed. That was it, the covers went over my head and
I started to beg God to protect me from whatever this was. As soon as I started praying, I began to feel
better. I drifted off to sleep and that
was the end of my encounter, or at least the end of my conscious
encounter. I don't know if it was merely
my imagination or reality. All I know
is, my aunt is not a person who makes up stories, and that night I found her
tales to be ironclad. I know what I
believe now, do you?
The
Ghost
By:
sheligans@nctv.com
From
the fall of 1999 to the fall of 2000, my mother, my husband, my young son (who
was a few days short of turning one when we moved in) and myself lived in the
house of this story. It is in
Texas. We were renting the house from
the mother of a little boy who went to the same daycare as my son. When we moved in, my husband and I noticed
some blood on the baseboards in the master bedroom. I mentioned it to the babysitter and she told
me this. Apparently, the owner and her
two sons were living there at the time.
Her estranged husband had been stalking her and knew exactly when she
would be home. One night, she came home
a little late and the kids were not with her.
She noticed that the door was open and her ex-husband's jacket was
hanging just inside the door. She didn't
go in, but instead went to the neighbor's to call the police. When the police arrived, her ex-husband was
on the bed in the master bedroom, where he had shot his brains out. That's where the blood came from and
apparently not all of it was cleaned up.
Anyway, shortly after we moved in, my son started having extremely bad
nightmares. We were not able to wake him
up and would have to hold his arms and legs so that he didn't hurt himself or
us. He would be screaming, crying and
thrashing around. We would have to put
him in the car and drive around to calm him down. This happened every night for a few
weeks. In February of 2000, I found out
I was expecting our youngest child.
Shortly after that is when the ghost comes into the picture. From the time we moved in to the time we saw
the ghost, we would hear noises almost every night that sounded like someone
was walking down the hall (wood floors) wearing work boots. People kept saying there was probably an
animal under the house, so we brushed it off.
Then, one night, my mother, my son and I were in the front room and my
husband was asleep in the bedroom. We
could clearly see him on the bed from the living room. My son was asleep on the couch and my mother
and I looked up and saw what appeared to be a tall man (the top of his head
would have touched the top of the door frame).
He had sandy blond hair and was wearing work boots, jeans and a
t-shirt. He had a black aura around him,
which I think is because he was a disturbed person in life. He was standing just outside the door of the
master bedroom and looking into the room that was the kids' bedroom. I knew it wasn't my husband, as I saw through
this man and could see my husband laying in bed. My mother was standing right next to me and
could see the same thing. The next
morning I mentioned it to my husband and he said he had seen this apparition
once before. I talked to the babysitter
and told her to let me describe someone I had seen, and see if she knew who it
could be. I described this person and
she said it was the owner's ex-husband (who of course, was dead). We never saw him again, but continued to hear
him occassionally. My son's extreme
nightmares did not return. Shortly after
we had seen him, we spoke to him when we felt like he was around and told him
that his wife and sons were no longer living in town and that we were going to
live there and take care of the house and things would be fine. We asked him to please leave us and our
children alone and experienced only one other thing shortly before we moved
out. One day, shortly after deciding to
move, we came home to an empty house to find the shower door completely
shattered. There was no way anyone could
get in the house. Maybe he was upset
that he would have to deal with new people?
I don't know and I can't explain that incident. I had mentioned the story to a neighbor
shortly after we moved out and she and another neighbor had both apparently
seen him walk through the front door in the middle of the night while we were
living there. They had also seen him
walk up and down the street and walk through the door of another neighbor's
house. People tell me they would have to
see a ghost to believe it, well I believe it because I've seen it
My
Pop-Pop & I
By:
Jake2g@aol.com
I
am not sure where to start, except by telling you that my name is Nichole. I am
formerly from Mt. Holly, NJ as a matter of fact I lived on Church Street which
is across the street from Volunteer Fire House number 1. I always rememberd
weird feelings when ever I would walk by. But anyhow, that's not the reason I
am writing. The reason I am writing is because I remember when my Pop-Pop died,
although I was not even 2 at the time.
My
fater was sationed at Altus AFB in Oklahoma, my grandparents were back in New
Jersey, the year was April of 1985. I woke up to see a man standing in my room
at the edge of my bed, I know it was sometime in the middle of the night. I
remember not being scared, I was happy that he was there, although I had no
idea who he was. I climbed out of my crib and into my parents room (this was
not an uncommon thing for me to do at the time so my parents have told me), the
next morning we recieved the phone call from my grandmother in New Jersey that
my Pop-Pop had passed away.
However,
it would not be until we came home from the funeral, back to Oklahoma that I
would tell my parents what occured. The night we came home both of my parents
were putting me to bed, and as we walked down the hall, we passed by a picture,
the picture had only been put up that day. I asked my dad to lift me up, he
asked me why, I replied: "I wanna kiss Pop-Pop good night" this perplexed
my parents since as I said before I was not quite 2 yet. My parents then asked
me which one was my Pop-Pop (there were three people in the picture) I pointed
to the man in the middle and told them that, that was my Pop-Pop, my mother
asked me how I knew that. I told her "because he came to visit me in my
room one night". Ever since then my mother has always told me that my
Pop-Pop was my guardian angel, and that he came to tell me goodbye.
I
also think it fitting to tell that I believe he knew who I was going to marry.
A few years later when we moved back to New Jersey my grandmother had cleaned
out his office and had a found a doll wrapped up for me. It was a Cabbage Patch
doll, he was dressed in a sailor uniform, and my favorite saying as a child was
"Red sky at night, sailor's delight. Red sky in the morning, sailors take
warning", now at the age of 21 I find myself married to a sailor.
And
I believe that my mom was right, my Pop-Pop is my guardian angel. He's up there
watching over me.
Thank
you for reading this. I appreciate your time, and I am sure my Pop-Pop does
too.
Grandparents
Ghost House
By:
jwatson5000@yahoo.com
My
grandparents tell me that at least 100 years ago, someone died in this house.
The creepy thing is, that i found out for myself. the ghost is nice, as i
presume, because it hasn't done anything mean, just made it clear that it's
here.
For
example: I just sat down in the tub, when i felt someone watching me. I looked
out the shower curtain, and could have sworn i saw something move.
Another
time, It was just me and my grandma here, and
i was walking down the stairs, and i felt something move behind me, so i turned and looked, but there was nothing
there. I know this is corny, but it's not my overactive imagination- I'm sure.
I
know it's a nice ghost, but it freaks me, you know what i mean?
Ghosts
are Real
By:
Vernon916@cs.com
I
have been haunted by a ghost since I can remember. I lived in my grandmas
and
grandpas house with my mom and dad and my sisters. I was a small child.
This
was in one of the old two story Missouri houses. Our bed was downstairs
and
faced the stairway. We all saw a very heavy set man come walking down the
stairway.
This guy was moaning in a horrible way. Even though I was a littlekid
I
can still remember how this guy sounded. I thought about this incident for
years
while
I was growing up. Then our Mom started talking about this old house and
what
we had seen there. The ghost its self doesnt bother me, its the idea that
this
really did happen. This is why I do know that ghosts are for real.
The
Old Lady & the Bathtub
By:
macy2@localnet.com
As
a child I grew up in a small community in central West Virginia , whom I am sure most of have never heard of. The house I shared with
my family was quite haunted. The house was purchased by my parents from an
elderly gentleman. After several months of living in this home, weird things
begin to happen such as, lights going on and off by themselves andwhile
everyone in the house was in bed) the TV would also do this.My older sister
also had an organ, that for some reason would start playing the song
amazinggrace in the middle of the night.
Several relatives who at one time or another spent the night, would later tell
my parents that "something" would pull on the bottom of the
blankets. There were several erie things
that occurred in this home, however the scariest of all, occurred in the
bathroom. On quite a few occasions our family would awaken in the morning to
get ready for work/school to find the old claw foot tub filled up with water
and it would be overflowing. My step-father finally decided to call the
previous owner and see if he could get some information on the house. We found
out that the owners elderly mother lived in this house with he and his wife and
had expired there- in the bathrooms bathtub. And one of this woman's favorite
pasttimes was playing the organ for her church. Needless to see , these
experiences were frightening but we became used to them and eventually they
stopped. My parents no longer live there, haven't for about 10 years now but I
often wonder if those who live there now are or have experienced any of these
experience
Newport-Memorial
building
By:
kimijane@tds.net
Before the new front roof was added one
could clearly see the round
window
in the center of the building. Now you
can only see this window
from
a side angle. When the the window was in
clear sight, it was
reported
that you could see a teenaged girl, palms flat against the
window
as if she was screaming for help to get out of the plane.
Around on the side, near the Fire
Department are big windows at the
top
of the building. As a teenager, riding
around on Friday and
Saturday
nights, lights would flicker on and off when no one was in the
building.
My
best friend was a cheerleader and they held a dance at Memorial
building. (1980's).
She told me that as they were decorating a room
the
door slammed shut and they were locked in for several minutes.
Cold spots all over the building were
reported. I played rec
basketball
there. Although I don't remember feeling
any thing strange,
several
of my friends would feel extremely cold and as if they were
being
watched.
I have also lived in Johnson City at ETSU
in Lucille Clement and
never
heard the marble boy story before.
Cooper Annex (torn down now)
was
home to Alice(named after the rock star)
who committed suicide in
the
house according to stories passed down.
A beautiful stained glass
window
of a woman in white was in this building.
I don't know if Alice
moved
to another building on campus and I wish I knew what happened to
the
window picture of Alice. WETS-AM radio station was housed there as
well
as a women's residence. Many strange
tales were told to us about
things
that happened in Cooper Annex. Radio
station workers reported
that
lights and equipment would turn on and off
or would operate on
their
own. Boxes and other things moved from
one room to another when
the
building was not in use.
I jogged my memory of the Cooper Annex by
looking in my ETSU annual
(1983). The annual also mentions Gilbreath Hall, Lamb
Hall and the B.
Carroll
Reece Museum(haunted by the man for who it is named) Seems that
he
likes to hang out around a large old
wagon display.
I really enjoyed this site. Having personal connections to the
places
you've listed is awesome.
Thanks
for your time
My
Real Paranormal Encounter
By:
RikkiT@aol.com
Never
composed any mail like this before, and it's nearly 2am where I'm at now. So
this may be more of a product of me just being "bored" late at night,
but it's nevertheless something that I think about on a daily basis.
First
off, finding any chat room on AOL to discuss something like this seriously is
like trying to find an honest politician. I've known that for years, but I
guess the human psyche persists at finding the most instant and direct
communication to air something that's bugged you long enough.
First
off, I believe my house may be haunted. I (and my friends) have had nearly
innumerable instances where something just "wasn't right". A trash
can that moved itself across the floor in the middle of the night (in the dark,
so I couldn't see it'd moved until I turned on the light), strange noises
repeating themselves during a period of time... my own mother swears that she's
seen an old man twice in this house who just vanished after she looked directly
at him.
I
was always a skeptic (although an interested one), as I was really wanting to
actually *see* something happen right in front of my own eyes. To me, it seems
easy to think that your imagination may be running away with you - at least,
until you see something with your own eyes that defies explanation.
My
most memorable experience - and one that will stay with me my entire life, I'm
sure - happened one night at somewhere around 2:30 to 3am. I commonly keep late
nights, and was doing something mundane on the computer. My dog was lying on
the floor to the right of me and facing the door (the door is almost directly
behind me). She suddenly began barking furiously, as if someone had knocked on the front door of the house.
It's
not uncommon for me to receive late night visitors, but the dog's steady in her
way of running to the front door when she reacts to a knock on it. At first, I
shrugged it off that she'd just heard something that may've sounded like a
knock, and immediately tried to shush her with a harsh word and a glare. When
she continued to bark, I had the sudden realization that she hadn't moved from
where she was at... and a second look at her told me that her gaze was
transfixed on the doorway that was directly behind me.
At
that point, I pretty much got the whole concept of that theatrical element in
movies where the background seems to zoom out and away from the actor/actress's
head while they're looking into the camera for the dramatic effect that they're
just catching onto something. Though I normally drone off to sleep at about
that hour, I was quickly and acutely aware that I was wide awake... and that if
I turned around, I would see someone behind me. The moments that followed
seemed to have moved in slow-motion.
The
dog was still at attention and barking like crazy, but that all kinda became
muted to me (and this dog loves people - generally only reacting to a noise at
the door, then quickly looking to get affection after the door's opened). When
I looked over my shoulder, there was someone standing just outside of my
doorway - as if they were peeking around the corner at me. I got a glimpse of
half of the upper torso, the right arm, and part of the head - it was partially
obscured by the shadow that was cast from the lamp back over my left shoulder.
It wasn't floating, glowing, or anything that would stereotypically tip me off
that I was seeing something out of the ordinary... and it only moved once I'd
turned around - it retreated as a burglar probably would. That moment probably
only lasted two to four seconds, but it seemed more like ten to me. It could've
been the dog's unusual reaction that got me keyed up, but I got the immediate
instinct that I was seeing something that I shouldn't normally be seeing. I
may've sat there, stunned, for another ten seconds.
Afterwards,
I ignored my basic instinct to go get a firearm before searching the front of
the house where the figure had run off to (another instinct kicked in that I
wouldn't find any trace of what I'd seen). I moved forward quickly to check all
the doors and windows (and behind/under the furniture), and I found them all
still locked from the inside.
The
whole experience kept me awake for another few hours, as I was really jacked up
on adrenaline. I wasn't freaked out, threatened, or even scared. I was more in
a state of "Wow!"
In
a second and seperate incident, I also took pictures of a certain place in the
French Quarter of New Orleans that was once (supposedly) a morgue - but since
transformed into a small bar. Going on memory, I believe it's called the
Babylon Club. There are two pictures (both taken with an Olympus D-360L digital
camera) that show almost countless numbers of these "orb" things. I'd
be happy to e-mail the both of them over to you, as these seem to be a popular
media article... and I'd be extra happy to get some sort of bonafide
photographer's explanation of why they may occur. Though I've never developed
film, I have a slight grasp of where water droplets may create deformations on
regular cameras... but I'm 200% sure that this is a digital camera that doesn't
use water to generate its images. 8)
The
lady from the Church in the Hospital
By:
JGarcia@TVGNetwork.com
I
know this isn't a ghost story, but it is paranormal, so here you go:
My
mom was very Ill and this happed the day she passed away. 12-22-1999
I
was sitting with her in the hospital, she was sleeping peacefully
and
I was sitting beside her bed holding her hand.
Every now and then
she
would sort of wake up, and turn tward me and ask me if I could see
the
angels, they were all around her bed, and they were so beautiful.
Then
she would go back to sleep. I didn't
think too much of it, I
figured,
she must be dreaming. She also was
talking to her mother in
her
sleep, my grandmother, who passed away in 1980.
Agian, I figured
she
was dreaming.
I
soon dozed off, I was tired, I had been there with her for 3 days
straight. I woke up to a little old lady gently
touching my shoulder.
I
startled I guess and she said "oh, Im sorry dear, I didn't mean to
startle
you" She told me that her name was
Sister Anna and that she
comes
from St Rose's Catholic church to pray with patients and thier
families
and she asked If I would like to pray with her for my mom.
Of
course I said yes, and she prayed for her, I prayed for her and
for
some reason I just started to cry. she blessed me with her hands
in
the name of the father and the son and the holy spirit, and she did
the
same to my mother who was still sleeping
She
told me to be strong, that god would be with
me,
and guide me down the path I was about to enter
and
most of all, my mom would be at peace and full of love.
I
thanked her so much and she walked out of the room.
The
next person who came in the room was a nurse.
She told me that
She
expected my mother to make a full recovery, and my mom woke up and
for
the rest of the day, she was her old self again. No more pain, No sick
smell,
in good spirits, she could talk and stand on her own, something
her
failing health didn't let her do for almost 4 months. She had failing
health
due to diabetes, weight, and an open wound on her leg from surgery
and
the list goes on and on.
Anyhow,
later on that day, I was sitting with my mom and two elderly ladies
walked
in the room and said they were from St Rose church and asked
if
we would like to pray with them, and I told them that sister Anna
has
come very early in the morning...they looked at each other and looked
back
at me, and asked again who had come. I
told them, Sister Anna, she told
me
that was her name, and I told them what she had said. Come to find out
Sister
Anna was a sister of the church who use to come to the hospital, back in the
1930's
to
volenteer her time with pateints and praying.
She had died a long time ago
but
was very much talked about among the people of the church and fondly
remembered
for her caring and loving ways.
To
make it short, My mother passed away that night, at 7:00 pm, I was with her.
When
she went I could feel something there in the room, angels? Her mother?
who
knows, but someone came for her, and I think my mother knew,
I
think she saw them that day.
As
she lay there, her face looked worried,
I
said outloud, Its okay momma, its your time to go, I will be okay...
she
was always worried I woudnt be okay when she died..But I told her I would...and
she left.
Her
face held a peaceful look, I will never forget it.
I
have had her visit me many times in the past 5 years, I will send more later.
Thanks
agian...
The
House Burned Down
By:
m_laury@mindspring.com
My
aunt & uncle bought a farm house 3 miles out
of
sapulpa in the country. It was a long farm house
kitchen,
living room,& two bedrooms all in a row.
Because
my aunt & uncle got up early they had
the
first bedroom, the daughter had the last one.
At
night the first bedroom would get real
cool &
then
the door from the kitchen would open & a
faint
light would move across the room & open the door
to
the other bedroom. My uncle would jump up fearing
for
his daughter, but upon inspection she would be
freshly
tucked in & sleeping well. The light would then
disappear.
He would talk to the light in the barn, they
never
found out who or what it was. They moved
because
my aunt was afraid that it would turn violent.
the
house burned down a week after they moved.
Somebody
was in My House
By:
v_robinson@sdubh.com
I
have always been skeptical about the existence of ghosts. I’m 33 years old and
always wondered why it was that others have had “experiences” and I never have.
Why is that? I mean sure I’ve had the little hairs stand up on the back of my
neck for “no reason” and the cold chills while standing in a warm room with not
much in way of vents, so forth and so on. But, the scientific side of me always
explains those situations away. Well…… all but one. About 5 or 6 years ago my
family (wife and two sons) and I lived in an apartment. It was a two story
apartment and we lived on the second floor.
Our place was small, about 700 sq ft. I woke up one night around 1:30 or
2 in the morning. I thought I heard a noise in our living room. I laid in my
bed perfectly still with my eyes wide open and just listened. After some time
of pure silence I explained the noise as just apart of a dream that I was
having. Have you ever had a dream that seem so real that once you woke it
actually takes you a while to realize that it was not real? Well, that was the
conclusion I came to. I decided to try and go back to sleep, but just then I
heard foot steps on the carpet in my living room…………not good……If I was on the
first floor I could say that the foot steps were just from the people on the
second floor….but I was the one on the second floor so I couldn’t explain the
foot steps I was hearing. My wife was in bed next to me sleeping soundly. My
sons were solid sleepers and had been asleep for several hours by then. The
foot steps stopped. I could not believe what I had heard. I waited and listened
for them to start up again. It didn’t take long before I clearly heard the
walking around again! My heart was racing a thousand miles a second; some body
was in my house!!
Naturally
being the man of my home, I kept perfectly still under my covers and prayed
that who ever it was did not come down or tiny hallway!! Our bed room door was
open and the whole house was dark except for the street light or moon light
creeping in. Which ever, it allowed just enough light to where I could see in
the darkness. As I said, I laid perfectly still with my eyes wide opened just
gazing over the tips of my blankets toward my opened doorway. What? I wasn’t
scared…. I just wanted to have the surprise advantage if the burglar were to
come into my room….I wanted him to think I was asleep and then I’d pounce on
him…..that’s all… …ok..so I’m laying there, still hearing the foot steps when
they started coming our way toward the hallway. The steps were so crisp and
unmistakable and they were most definitely in our house! The foot steps came
into the hall and right into my doorway but continued passed my room and headed
toward my children’s room. It was just
one of the kids sleep walking, right? Wrong……….remember, I was watching the
hall through my open door the whole time, no body ever passed by. Too, my kids
were young and no where near the weight that it would have taken to make the
sound of these steps. By now I jumped up and ran to the kid’s room, just 10
feet or so away. I pushed open there door which was ajar. The boys were both
wrapped in their blankets sound asleep. Oh ya, no body else was in their room
any where. I looked in the bath room, pulled back the shower curtain, no body.
I went back into the living room and kitchen and back in my bedroom
again……noth…ing……I staid up for some time after that, laying still in my bed,
listening, heart still racing, thinking……………….. to this day, I can not explain
it……..
Buckout
road..Westchester county NY
By:
LadyBlueRoze@aol.com
For
the westchester story on buckout road..I lived in white plains ..Now I have
another story almost the same as that.
well
almost...I heard that Mary buckout was the last female to be hung in white
plains..I dont remeber why,but i do think it was whitch craft..but not
certain....It happened at the old court
house that now sits Macys..The galleria mall....
When
you enter buckout there is a house on the right hand side where the three xxx
are there is the vigin mary staue with a light on it.Now for the story...If the
light is out you will see something or something will happen...One night a
bunch of us kids went down buckout and the light was out...got us a little on
edge...In the cemetary..we saw a figure in white just standing there looking at
us..The cemtary had fog aroung and one of my friends thought she saw another
figure but wasnt sure...well needless to saw we left in a hurry!!
That
happened around 1979 or 80..
My
husband has another story to tell also!
But he'll have to do that himself!
I
Have seen a ghost and some orbs in a
school that I worked in..Well in two schools ..and there is two ghosts that i
know of in my home.! So I do believe!
Intense
By:
s_stumpff@hphood.com
Well
I read some of the postings on here, and I have herd many true chilling stories
in my life time from my mother, and I have encountered a few myself. The first
one that I read on this sight I actually really relate to. See for years, it
doesn’t matter where I live I have had the same paralyzing experience. I will
wake up and feel paralyzed, I can’t move, my whole body tingles, I can’t open
my eyes, and I can’t breathe, then boom I can move, and I can see and I can
breathe. I don’t know what it is, but ever since the first time to the last
time it recently happened to me I have always felt like something was doing it
to me. I didn’t feel like something was there with me, or standing over me,
more or less like something was trying to take over me and not really
succeeding. It scares me every time, but shortly after I gain control, I feel
alone. When I was younger me and my family lived in a house that was haunted. I
know it was because when I shared my experience with my parents, they said that
they had seen things all the time, even named one familiar ghost “sparkles”
because it was the shape of an old woman made of a bunch of little sparkles.
Well that was nothing like what I saw, I wish I could have seen her instead of
what I saw… I was probably around 5 or 6, and I woke up at 1am from a dead
sleep and sat up in my bed for no reason. I felt as if someone was not just in
my room, but in the house. Well I thought it could be my dad coming home from
work late, but I didn’t see his truck outside my bedroom window. I looked to my
left, and in my vanity chair was the shape of a man sitting in the pose of the
“thinking statue” he had his hand on his chin as if deep in thought, staring at
the wall… well he had to be 7 or 8 feet tall he was huge. And I remember
blinking my eyes as hard as I could because I wanted to be dreaming. He was
made of all kinds of bright colors. He didn’t illuminate my room, it was just
the color that he was. He then took his hand off of his chin and turned his
head to look at me. That could only last a few seconds because the look that he
gave me, gives me chills up my back to this day 15 years after the incident. I
didn’t want to get out of bed because that would make me closer to him, I
couldn’t run to my door because I would have to run past him, I turned my head,
and slowly laid down and closed my eyes telling myself over and over again that
I didn’t see it. The next morning, I woke up to my alarm clock, and I got out
of bed to walk out of my room, and I stopped, I remembered it second for second
what happened. And I was scared all over again. I don’t know if scared really
fits the description, I think terrified is more like it. not because I saw
something that I cant explain, but because that look that he gave me, it felt
as if he was looking into me, and he hated what he saw, like he hated me, like
he despised me. It felt like evil was looking me straight in the face, and I
don’t know to this day what I would do if this ever happened to me again. My
mother told me a story once of a male figure that she saw when she was younger,
she said that he was just about that tall , he had to be like 7 or 8 feet tall,
but she didn’t see him right away, she was drifting off to sleep on the cough
and started to slowly see little men very very short men looking at her with
strange faces, she thought at first that she was falling asleep and seeing
things, until a tall man that I already described to you appeared. Well he
didn’t look at her, he pushed down on her face so she couldn’t get up and she
said that she felt it trying to open her legs. Well she struggled and got free
and jumped up and everything was gone. She thought okay, that must have been a
scary dream, which felt very real. Well it happened again as she laid down and
started drifting to sleep. So once again she struggled free and ran to bed with
my dad. This happened to her before I was even thought of, it wasn’t in the
same house or anything… I don’t know who this guy is, or what he does. But if
anyone else has ever seen him, please let me know what happened to you. As far
as I know my mother is the only other person that has seen him. I have a few
more stories, but nothing as that intense.
Another
me???
By:
JGarcia@TVGNetwork.com
I
just remembered this, It happened when I was 16 years old.
We
lived in a house on Carroll Rd, in Kelso Washington.
I
was outside doing something, can't remember what, when my mother
came
out of the house yelling my name. She
looked really mad, and kind
of
confused and I said "what mom?"
She said, "That was rude of you, and
how
the hell did you get out here without me seeing you?"
Okay
That was confusing and I siad "Mom, what did I do?"
She
told me that she was sitting on the couch and I came in the front door
and
she had asked me something and I just kept walking down the
Hall
towards my bedroom, ignoring her, not saying a word, as if I
didn't
even hear her. She repeated herself
seeing me walk into my room
and
shut the door. When she followed me, and
opened my door, I wasn't in there.
I
said "mom, but I didn't go inside" I had been outside for an hour or
so
and
had not gone inside at all.
She
turned white as a ghost, and she swore that she saw me
come
in and go down the hall into my room.
Freaked out we both
went
inside and checked and the house was empty.
So,
how could she have seen me, If I wasn't in the house?
She
saw me as plain as day.... To this day
we have no
explaination...
anyone else have this happen?? E mail
me.
(goosebumps)...
thanks again for
reading...
More later... :0) P...s... I still love you site!!
Amazing
Grace
By:
feltners_old_lady@yahoo.com
Hello! My name is Brooke, and I live in a small
county in Kentucky. When I was growing
up, my family and I lived in my grandmother's (my moms mother) house. We remodled the old house to better suit our
tastes. Anyway, my mom always told us
that she was 'prone' to ghostly encounters.
She once told me that when she was a teenager, she was home alone with
her mother, and there was a knock at the door.
She went to answer the door, and found her uncle there, asking for a
ride into town. It had snowed and there
was atleast 6 inches of snow on the ground and the some on the carport. She told her uncle that she needed to get her
keys and to tell her mom where she was going.
When she told her mom what she was going to do, my grandmother looked at
her strangely and told her that her uncle had died a few days ago in a car/train
wreck. My mom went back to the door, and
no one was there......not even footsteps leading to or away from the door. That was the best ghost experience that I can
reca her haveing. However, years later
when my mom, dad, my sisters, and I moved into the home, after my grandmother
had died, I had an experience of my own.
It wasn't anything terrifying, but just hard to explain. I was asleep in my bed, when I awoke to a
strange noise. I turned on the light,
and searched all over my bedroom to find where the noise was comeing from. On top of my chest-of-drawers, was my 35mm
camera, and it was automatically rewinding.....on its own.. I picked it up, and it continued. I went downstairs to tell my mom, but when I
got there, I changed my mind. It was 3 in
the morning, and I was afraid I would
make her mad. I sat the camera down on
the kitchen counter, and went to the bathroom, all the while the camera still rewinding. After I came out of the bathroom, I picked
the camera back up and it stopped rewinding.
I checked the compartment where the film is put, and there was no film
in the camera. I checked the battery
compartment, and there were no batteries either. You can sometimes feel a presence in her
house, and we know that it is my grandmother, checking on us. My mom has a 'snow globe' that plays the hymn
"Amazeing Grace". She would
often awake to this snow globe playing, and knew that is was her mother, because
that was her favorite hymn.
My
Ghost Story
By:
Cheriecrettol@aol.com
I
would like to share an experience that I had as a teenager back in the summer
of 1977. My parents were young when I
was born (both were 19) and so I grew up knowing my great-grandparents as well
as grandparents.
My
paternal great-grandmother (grandmother's mother) was a three pack a day
smoker, and developed throat cancer. She
had been very doting when I was younger, sewing dresses for special occasions,
but since she fell ill was unable to do that anymore.
She
died in June, 1977, during the middle of
the night. At that time I felt something touching my foot, and remember
awakening. I saw her standing at the
foot of the bed, and was like a vision, and the colors in the background were
very vivid, bright colors, not like what I have seen here on earth.
She
wore a white outfit with gold braid trim, and in my mind I heard her say that
she was sorry that she had to go, that she would miss me, and would wait for
me.
Her
funeral was three days later, and was open casket.. what she was wearing was
the same outfit I saw in the dream. I
asked my Gram (her daughter) why she was wearing this one particular outfit,
and Gram told me it was her favorite one.
It
has made me a believer of ghosts, and now I am not afraid of death, for I
believe I had a glimpse that night into what paradise looks like.
The Night Walker
By:
anime_gurl2003@hotmail.com
When
I was a few years younger, I used to sleep on the downstairs couch on the
weekend all of the time. You see, my living room has a large opening that leads
to the staircase that leads upstairs, so you can clearly see anything that
passes through there.
Once
when I was sleeping downstairs, I woke up when it was still dark and I looked
at the clock, it was 3:55 A.M. So, I just layed there, trying to fall back
asleep, but I couldn't, so I decided to watch the clock. Right when the clock
turned to 4:00 A.M., I heard something in the kitchen. No one had gotten up, I
would have seen them. So my first thought was my cats, but then I remembered
that we had shut them in the basement for the night, so my mind quickly
flickered to the thought of a burgurlar. My heart started to race, because
there I was, a little eight year old girl alone in her dark living room. I had
pulled the covered up to my face as I kept hearing the noises. Then, footsteps
came down the hall that led from the kitchen to the stairs; right in front of
that big opening. I started to panic, obviously. But as e footsteps got closer,
nothing happened, they were right in front on the living room, but there was no
one to whom the footsteps were comng from. Then they slowly headed up the
stairs and then there was nothing. Right as they reached the top of the stairs,
they were gone.
I
was so freaked out, I turned on all the lights in the living room and played a
video game til everyone else got up. I hadn't dared looked up the stairs. Ever
since that night, I always sleep in my own bed, in my own room.
But
I have no other explaination for it, it could have been a ghost, because it
most certainly wasn't a person, not something living. I may not be able to
explain it, but I do know something for sure: It was one of the strangest
things that has ever happened to me
Never
Live There Again
By:
Lovebug136@aol.com
When
I was a littel girl, we lived in A spanish 2story.It was A nice place to live,
till about our third night there.Me and my siter,and one brother as well as one
sister ,were in our play room when my
mother told us to clean it. We did so.That night me and my sister(who was
sharing a room) saw someone go into our playroom.It was A boy who looked to be
as old as my brother.There for we just ignored him,and went back to sleep.When
woke up our playroom was destored, after we cleaned it!! our mother acused us
of not cleaning it. So we cleaned it agin.Me, and my sister blamed it on our
brother.That day, we were all playing toghter in our playroom, when we heard
someone crying in our me and my sisters room.we went to go see who it was. When
we got there noone was there.We were very scared now. That nihgt someone was walking
in in our room! we could hear the footsteps all around in our room. me, and my
sister hid under A blanket. You could
literlly hear him bearthing!!! we were to scared to even yell for our
mother.The next morning, our brother told us the same thing happend to him. We
went to tell our mom.She dint belive us. Evey night the samething
continued.Every morning our playroom would be destroyed.My mother belived us
when, one night the boy payed A viset to her room. she and my dad were sound
asslep when,someone tapped her on the foot and yelled mother wake up!She looked
to see noone. so she woke my dad. she told him to check on us. he told her we
were all assleep.The next day, my brother sat on the porch with his bee-bee
gun. he wouldent let anyone go in our house. finally my mom came home.she made
him let us in.the next day while we were in school my mom was home alone.she
made ssor the door was locked so noone could get in.after a few minets she
heared water running up stairs.When she reached our bathroom, water was every
were.someone had plugeged all our drians & the barthtub was over flowing!!! Later we heared from a nabor A littel boy next to our house
shot himself for making a bad grade. That was anouh for us!We moved the very
next day!!! oneday about 15 years later the people who now lived in ourold
house was having a yardsell.We stoped.We asked if the boy was still there? they
said no.One things for shore, I wouldet live there ever agin! Not even if its
gost free now.
Nursing
Home I work at.. still more
By:
armalite_ar50@yahoo.com
It
gets weirder yet @ work.
last
night the resident that saw the man and her
husband
saw the man again.
NONE
of us could do anything for her and "it" wouldn't
leave.
SO
with three of us there we transfered her to her
chair
and brought her up to he station.
She
was definatly shaken up.
I
kept saying to her before we got her out of bed
that
I would bring in my camera and take his picture.
The
second time I said that we all heard.
Go
ahead you can try. in a real deep man's voice.
Needles
to say we all flipped, resident included.
Not
to mention I had saw the "track runner" once
before
the resident rang, along with the shadow that
moves
from room to room.
We
are having other problems @ work also.
it's
getting more frequent and other employees that
have
never seen anything are starting to see things.
Some
of the nurses that have been there since the
place
opened up started talking last night too.
They
said and I qoute "this has gone on for a long
time
but never this active."
So
what can be done if anything?
I
need some kinda help but don't know where to start.
I
asked it several times to go away last night that
there
was nothing we could do for it. is there
anything
else that can be done?
The
only good thing is I'm not the only one seeing
things.
I
am going to start by taking in my digital camera,
tape
recorder, and laptop.
Any
pointers as what to do if I get a pic or audio?
The
laptop will be used to see the pix right there so
eveyone
@ work will know I didn't mess with them.
Please,
any help or pointers are greatly apreciated.
Definatly
weirded out.
Real
Ghost Stories
By:
Grnghos@aol.com
These
are two real ghost stories. The first
one happened when I went on a trip with my grandmother(Sue not her real name)
we went to her home town were she saw raised.
We went to visited family and friends.
The
first story was when we went to visited her niece and my cousin. My cousin Joan (not her real name) had her
own home. Joan's back yard faced other
back yards. It was easy to go to each
other's back yards. One saturday
evening I went into the back yard. I saw
a little girl,so I went over to her. We started talking about things we like,tv
shows and other things. Sara(not her
real name) said she had to go into her house for the night. I trurent around to see something and when I
turent around to talk to her she was gone.
So I went back to my cousin Joan's home.
That evening my grandmother asked he who were you talking to? My cousin Joan was combing my hair and I said
some girl. My grandmother and Joan
didn't see any girl. My cousin Joan said
no children lived around there. Joan
gave my grandmother the eye not to say anymore about the girl. I guess my grandmother and Joan were talking
about what had happen. To this day I
know I spoke to a little girl.
The
next time my grandmother Sara and I went to visited her cousin and friend
Halona(not her real name). One day my
grandmother told me to go outside and play with the children. I went out side and I met a little black girl. We sat in front of her house. Her house looked like a shack. A shack that looked like what the salves use
to live. She wasn't dress to the summer
weather. Her clothes also looked like
how the salves use to dress. We started
talking when she said she had to go into her house for something. When she came back she sat next to me and we
started talking again. She looked up to
the sky and said she had to go. He
does'nt like me talking to you and she left.
I got up and went back to my cousin's house. Again my grandmother asked me who were to
talking to? I told her a little black
girl. My grandmother said she didn't see
anything. Her cousin Halona said don't
push the subject.
Twice
that happned to me in the summer of 1968.
We were down south inEdisto Island,Sc .
Satanic
Voice in the Night
By:
Lovelybrowne3@aol.com
I
would like to share something that happened to me about ten years ago. It was in the middle of the night, and we
were all sleeping in my house. Something
woke me up and I rolled over and put my arm around my husband and softly
whispered, "I love you, Honey."
Immediately the room turned cold and a voice came from down the hallway
and said in a mocking tone..."I love you, Honey." It was a male voice, very loud, very scratcy
and deep. If Satan has a voice, this is
how I would imagine it to sound. When
this happened, I just froze. I was so
scared. Immediately I said, "In the
name of the Lord Jesus Christ, leave this place." And right away the room became warmer. Nothing like this ever happened again
School
By:
Sillyguy856@aol.com
i
was getting up as usual to go to school. it was about 8:00 when i got to school
i saw something white in the meeting house and people talking. i thought to my
self its nothing and kept walking. the next day i saw the same thing and i saw
that it was a lady with nice long hair and i man that had a tip hat and a nice
suit on. i open the door to the meeting house and I see nothing so I panicked
and ran for the door and tripped. Got back up and ran to the main office. I
found out that their was a couple who got married in the meeting house and the
night they got married the got into a car crash and died.
Sounds
and Smells
By:
YankeesChica1980@aol.com
About
two years ago I had moved out of my parents house to an old summer house that
had been turned into an apartment building. The house had been many things
before becoming an apartment building, it was first the summer house of an
opera singer in Washington DC, then a hotel, then what it is today an apartment
building.
At
first nothing happened at all, I don't know if it was b/c my boyfriend at the
time and I didn't have alot when we first moved in or what, (all we had was his
bed and a computer chair as far as furniture went.) Not too long after that my
Great Grandmother passed away and she had told my Grandma that if anything
happened to her in the next couple of weeks of us moving that I was to get
everything in her apartment, she did this often when she found out any of us
where moving out b/c she was 94 and really didn't want to go on any longer. So
when she had passed My Father, boyfriend and I went to her apartment and got as
much as we could with one trip. About a week after that, odd things happened.
First
it started off with strange scraching sounds on the floor next to our bed (like
a cat scratching his nails) late at night that were so loud that it would wake
me up, not alot but it did get worse threw out the weeks and made it very hard
for me to sleep. It even got so bad that my boyfriend would hear it and yell at
me for trying to freak him out & he is a sound sleeper, nothing wakes him
up. Luckly for us or so we thought the land lady was coming by to do her spring
check on things in the building, so we asked her if anyone had said anything
about this happening to them before, although she said no I could tell that she
was lying b/c she got a little pale.
For
a couple of weeks after that the sound had stopped, only in it's place you
would smell vanilla, just like the scratching sound it would be light but as
the more time went by it would get stronger and it was only in one part of the
apartment, the bedroom. I thought that it was the upstair's or next door
neighboro's that were doing something to cause the smell (keep in mind that b/c
of age of this building, the walls were really thin, and I know that smell
would get threw b/c the guy upstairs would always show up when we were about to
eat and join us. Not that we minded.) The lady next door said that it wasn't
her. She even showed me all of the items that she had in her apartment and not
one of them were vanilla or smelled like it. So that left the guy upstairs, but
he was a trucker and he was very hard to get ahold of, so that left me with
having doubts that it was him. Well one night when I was getting ready to go
out when smell came back stronger then ever, this time it filled up the whole
apartment and caused me to run out w/out locking the door. The trucker just so
happened to be outside w/his brother working on his truck and saw me running
out (I also happened to fall b/c we get really bad ice storms were I live and
the land lady does not like to clear the walkways.) He came up to see if I was
okay and why I ran out like a bat out of hell. So I explained to him what had
been happening while he picked me up. He walked me up to his apartment and
showed me just like the woman that lived next door to us his apartment that he
did not have anything that would smell like vanilla, the man didn't even have
an air freshner in his bathroom. He even took me to everyone else in the
apartment building to meet them and to asked on my behalf if there was anyone
using anything that would smell like vanilla, and again no one was. By this
point I was freaking out.
He
then explained to me about how old building was and what had happened. It seems
that the opera singer had passed away in the house and it was then taken over
by the state to be sold. When it was a hotel, it seems that a night manager had
been murdered (which was odd to find out b/c I live in a small town where
nothing ever happens.) along with a couple other guest. And since it has been
an apartment building there have been 3 deaths, one of them happening in my
apartment about 5 years before I moved in. Since the truck driver had lived in
the building for years I had to know more details. It seems that she was an
older lady with a bite of a weight problem, she had not lived their long but
loved the building and the area in general, she would sit on the main porch in
front of her part of the building in the afternoon and greet everyone as they
came home. She would invite people in and the trucker said that the apartment
would smell like vanilla, not strong but it was inviting and pleasent. Her
weight ended up being the end of her. After that I knew what I had to do, I
called my boyfriend who was at work and told him I would be late (ok, later
then what I was b/c this all took about an hour), b/c I was going to fix our
little problem w/sounds and smells.
I
asked the trucker to come in the apartment which still had the vanilla smell to
and asked him to over me. I asked our 'ghost' if there was any way that we
could come to terms w/the vanilla smell and sound if it was her making them.
That we were peaceful people and if we did something she didn't like then she
could let us know w/the smell of vanilla. And I also asked her to please not
make the scratching sound b/c it was making it hard me for me to sleep at
night.
I
guess that she agreed to it b/c after that it stopped, the only time we smelled
vanilla or heard anything was when I burnt dinner, but then again it the smell
of vanilla was better then burnt mac and cheese.
The
Closplint Lady
By:
HFIELDS1976F@peoplepc.com
My
dad grew up in Closplint, Kentucky and has told me many stories about Child's
Creek Bridge. He said once when he was a teenager he was walking home from a
friends house. There used to be a old empty house across the river from the
bridge. He saw a woman walk out of the house to a tree that stood in the front
yard and she watched him walk down the road until the house was out of sight.
He said that Child's Creek was the only
place on that road that he hated to walk by. I have a story that happened to me
when I lived in Verda, Kentucky. My dad and I lived in a trailer at the end of
a road at the Verda Camp.The trailer that I lived in was on a place where an
old dance hall once stood.After my dad passed away some friends and I where
standing in my bedroom and the trailer was underpinned all the way around it.
There was no way that anyone could have got under it and in between my and a
friend of mine there was four thumps on the floor that came from under the
trailer and to this day I haven't a clue what that was. Another story in the
same trailer is, I went to Indiana to visit my mother for a week and there was
a friend of dads that stayed with him. Dad heard somebody walking in the
trailer and got up to check on the guy that was staying with him and he was
asleep. Later that night the guy heard somebody walking through the trailer got
up and checked on dad on dad was asleep. I really like your site and to read
about haunted places. Especially if I know something about the place.Thanks
A
Presence in the Basement
By:
cturnbull@paradise.net.nz
I
am seventeen and my twin brothers were fourteen when the following events
occurred. The mysterious events happened last year (2003), when we were staying
at my grandma’s house for 4 nights as our grandma was sick. Her house is an old
cottage built in the 18th century in rural England. We arrived in late October
and we would have to sleep in the spare room coming off the basement next to a
little room where the drier and the washing machine stood. The basement had an
old, broken boiler that hasn’t worked for decades. In our room there were two
beds, one for me and a king sized bed that my twin brothers slept in. The
basement had stone walls that were always slightly damp. Out in our room and
the washing room the walls were wallpapered several decades ago with plain
yellow wallpaper. Now I will tell you the events that occurred over that week.
The
first and second nights went pretty smoothly, the only disturbing thing was we
heard rattling pipes in the ceiling. I asked my grandma in the morning if she
had rats in the basement, she answered that she wasn’t sure as she sometimes
heard sounds down there too. On the third night things started to get weird,
around 10pm we went to get some sleep. I lay awake in my bed for an hour or so,
fore some reason sleep seemed to be evading me. Around 11pm I heard rustling
and soft footsteps outside in the basement. I whispered to my brothers if they
heard anything, but they seemed to not hear me or they were asleep. I stood up
and shook one of my brothers, but they wouldn’t wake up. They seemed to be in
some sort of deep sleep. I slowly walked
out into the basement and I saw
something that I would never forget…
On
the stone floor of the basement I saw a pool of a red liquid, probably blood,
with a human skull lying in the middle. I heard a noise in the corner and
darted my eves towards the corner. I
looked at the floor again and both the blood and the skull had disappeared! I
couldn’t get to sleep for the rest of the night and I repeatedly tried to wake
up my brothers, but they would not wake. I was so terrified I didn’t tell my
grandma but I did tell my twin brothers. They both claimed they had a
mysterious dream where they had been sitting in an empty room in large chairs
where they had been confronted by a cloaked figure who told them that they must
leave the house in the next 24 hours or they would be forced to leave. They
claimed that the figure did not speak but it had sent messages into their mind.
The cloaked figure disappeared in a red flash and they woke up.
On
the fourth and final night, both I and my brothers could not get to sleep.
Around 1pm in the morning, we heard rustling noises coming from the washing
room. We ventured in there slowly, one of my brothers brandishing a tennis
racquet. We entered the room and flicked on the light. The light flickered and
went back out a few seconds later, we stayed in the room for another twenty
seconds or so and then the washing machine just started up even though we
hadn’t turned it on!
We
fled the room and the washing machine turned off 5 minutes later. About an hour
we heard maniacal laughter coming from upstairs. I rushed up the stairs holding
the tennis racquet in my left hand and a flashlight in my right. I ran down the
hall and into the kitchen and the taps are running blood!
I
ran to the sink and tried to turn the tap off. It turned off but the blood
would not go down the sink. I heard the laughter again behind me and I quickly
turned around. No one was there! I turned back around and the blood had
disappeared. I was so scared I ran back down the stairs and into our room. Me
and my brothers stayed there for the rest of the night and the laughter
continued on and off during the night.
The
next morning we told our grandma what had happened. She just said we had seen
too many movies and were just imagining stuff.
This is the scariest thing that has ever happened to me and I will never
forget this!
A
Story
By:
earthfaeri_17@yahoo.com
I
am one of those people who believed in ghosts but sort of dismissed them. well
last year, during christmas eve me and my family were at my aunt and uncle
house. There was my mother, dad, grandpa, grandma, nana, and my cousin who is
11. well we have it down stairs cuz my grandpa is crippled. My grandma had sent
me upstairs to get some pop for her. well the counter is right next to a window
and while pouring the pop, out of the corner of my eye i saw an old man wearing
either a red hat or a red vest (dont really remember) well when i looked over
no one was there. naturally it freaked me out so i hurried downstairs, and left
it alone. After everyone settled down, gifts open etc. we some how got into the
subject of ghosts etc (which is rare for my family, and remember i had said
nothing about the man i saw.) and my grandpa had brought up a story of when my
aunt and cousin had came to the house to get something. (this is before they
moved into the house). well there was no one else in there and my aunt is
facing my cousin and she says mommy who is that man, she was pointing behind
her, my aunt freaked out and left with my cousin. after a while my aunt
questioned her about him and my cousin had described the man that i had saw in
the window, apparently, there was suppose to be an old man who died in the
house (not quite sure of the exact story)
to this day i refuse walking in that house by myself, or sleep in a room
by myself.
Bailey,
the ghost cat
By:
abasrpa@fast.net
I've
been an animal lover all my life.
Shortly before I was married, I got a kitten. The homeliest kitten I had ever seen! I named
him Bailey, and he moved in with me and my parents. After I got married, he moved along with
me. Years later, I got divorced, and we
moved again. He was always the sweetest
cat. I always said he had such a
wonderful personality, because he knew he was ugly. A few years later, we moved
in with a man, and his three children.
This man was not the animal lover that I was, and was always hateful,
and mean to Bailey. Unfortunatly, I
don't think Bailey's last years on earth were very happy ones, but we had our
rituals--he would always lay on my bed while I got ready for work, and would
sit with me and watch television at night.
At
the age of 11, Bailey developed cancer.
I couldn't bear to see him suffer, and had him put to sleep. I was very upset. A few days afterward, out of the corner of my
eye, I would see Bailey's long tail rush by.
This happened a few times, and I thought I was just imagining
things. Then the middle child in the
house (also an animal lover) told me that she thought she saw Bailey! I told her I did too. I went outside and sat
on the back stoop. There is a small
window there, and whenever I would sit out there, Bailey would sit in the
window and cry for me to come back inside.
This day I heard a cat cry from the window. Instictivly, I looked to the window--no one
was there.. I went back inside. A few
moments later, I heard the man of the house screaming for me---I went to the
back door and found him standing there, bleeding from a terrible head wound! I asked him what happened. He said that he was moving a ladder, and a
hammer fell from the top and hit him on the head, but he swore that the hammer
was its holder, and he couldn't understand how it could have fell. I patched him up, and smiled to myself,
knowing that Bailey had finally gotten even with him!!! After that day, I never saw Bailey, or felt
his presence again!
Claw
By:
gobby_little_biatch@msn.com
now
i know that there is loadz of sceptic poeple i WAS one my self but after
the
unexplained things that have happened in our house i am a true believer
in
the supernatural, now you don't have to believe me but i am telling you
now
all of this is true....
it
was a typical friday night me my dad and my mum watching the telly, i
tell
you anything up to playing trivia pursuit would have made me happy... i
could
see my dad dozing off from time to time, my mum concentrating on the
T.V.
and me...well.. just bored. my dad decided he had to go to bed before
he
fell asleep there and then.my brother and his girlfriend kelly were up in
the
bedroom thats just next to my mum and dads one. now our house its what
40-50
yrs old its an army house those typical ugly ones with in one sight of
it
the look makes you gag, stains up the walls cracks by the doors.me and my
mum
were watching i think it was 28 days later, now i am a little wimp i do
NOT
like scary films mind i am a girl so that explains alot of things. its
my
dad who is the brave guy i mean hes got 37 tatoos for christ sake, right
lets
just cut to the chase, we heard a bang upstairs and like somone running
for
there life i went up to see what the comotion was about, my dad was just
staindin
there in boxers n all with fear i mean alot of fear in him he was
holding
on to me like hed just seen a ghost, my brother came out n my dad
told
him to check under the bed for anything.....nothing. he ran downstairs
curled
up by my mum shaking. my mum just laughed but i tell you what he
wasn't
laughing AT ALL. he said he had just dozed off when he felt what was
like
claws scraping down his back slowly scaring the s*** out of him making
him
jump out of the bed and RUN. we didn't believe him of course but the
next
morning, i became a believer. he took his shirt off and showed me his
back
asking if there was anything there and to my surprise there was 4 red
marks
down his back, i really couldn't believe it i tell you i thought he
had
made it up just joking but he wasn't it was all real, they were deep
aswell
and to this day i still can't explain what happened that
night............can
you?
Ghost
in My Home
By:
Curielym@aol.com
It
seems to me that where every I move this ghost follows me and my family.
We
lived here almost two years and when we look at t.v. someone or something turns
the vcr on . It is a really old vcr and in order to turn it on you have to push
really hard on the buttion.
one
day me and my husben were in the kitchen having a cup of coffee, when the
coffee maker would go off and on by itself, I mean you could see the buttion
turn back and forth.
I
guess you could say that this ghost lets us know it is here with us ,although
it dosen't scare me at all. It scares my kids and husben some what. sometimes I
could see something passing by me but i give it no mind, or in the corner of my
eye. my last house we lived in was the same and the one befor that, so i think
it must be following us .
Ghost
Story from Panama, Central America
By:
mt1500@sbc.com
Hello,
my name is Mario Tristan and I am here to tell my credible ghost
story
that occurred in a small town called Chorrera in Panama Central
America. It all began when I was awaken by cars
honking in a distance on
the
main street that was approximately a mile away from our house. After I
peered
outside the window to see what the ruckus at 3AM in the morning was,
I
then nestled back into my bed to get my needed Z's. A strange force made
me
look towards the entrance to my room, which totally startled me and I
could
not even move a muscle and I tried desperately to eek out my brother's
name
who was fast asleep with his back to me on his bed, but my attempts
were
in vain. What I saw was a profile of a
man holding a candelabra that
had
about 3 candles lit but it didn't illuminate the room much. He stood
stone
cold in his place and didn't move or make a sound, so I decided to
slowly
cover my head in my snoopy security sheet and mysteriously fell
asleep.
My
brother and I had a room that was connected to our 3 sister's room by a
bathroom
that had sliding doors and both were closed each night when we
would
go to sleep. Morning came and I hastily
ran outside to play with my
GI
Joes that I had just received for my birthday earlier that year, not
being
affected too much by what had happened the night before. My older
sister
had awaken and sped into my parent's room to tell them of the same
apparition
that I had seen in my room the night before and before us even
speaking
that day to exchange our sightings. I
found out later on that day
after
I told my mom of the same exact story of my sister's that a man was
killed
in our house many years ago and there was a Spanish newspaper
clipping
that was hung outside of our room.
Thanks for the web site
Ghost
By:
KimZekeKay@aol.com
When
I was 12 I saw a ghost in the townhouse I lived in. The ghost pulled up my blanket for me and he
wore a white t-shirt, blue jeans,and he had no neck or head. He also turned the christmas tree lights on
for me so I could see to go downstairs christmas morning. I remember standing at the top of the stairs
thinking I was going to slip and fall down the steps because it was too dark to
see and all of a sudden the light came on!
I wasn't sure what had happened at first it took a moment to
register. I would also always see what
looked like white and sometimes black ...well, it looked like toilet paper
floating and twisting in midair up the steps out the corner of my eye-I wasn't
the only one who saw that though-my girlfriend also saw it one night when she
stayed over. I try to tell people about
this and noone believes me. I submit
this for you to make your own decision whether or not to believe.
Ghostly
Cowboy
By:
Wolflite2000@aol.com
young
couple with 3 little boys bought 2-story home in affluent neighborhood. Boys
began to see a man with a large hat.Called him the (cowboy) Cowboy appears just
before each of the boys had an accident.He held the first boy at top of stairs
he had fell over the rail and was hanging 15 ft.Cowboy held him till his
parents were able to pull him to safety.only 4 year old could see the spirit.
Next boy was standing on chair at window to watch his puppy outside. Chair fell
and he was hanging by strings of mini-blinds. Cowboy held him till mom found
him and again he was only one who could see spirit.youngest boy had fallen off
high pool ladder backwards and could have been severly injured, but just
minutes before accident the boys saw Cowboy in the water.Perhaps he is their
Gaurdian Angel. But thanks to God he sent this Spirit to watch over these
precious little boys
Grandma's
"friend"
By:
Oldhippiegirl23@aol.com
My
grandmother told me this story. She was a devout Christian and would never,
ever lie.
She
said she lived in a small house in Tennessee with her mom, dad and 2 siblings.
She, her sister and brother slept in the same bed. One night they heard a man's
voice speak to them. He told them not to be affraid, that he wanted them to
listen to him. They told him to go away and caused a comotion. Hearing this
their dad came in and told them to be quiet. The voice said he wanted them to
help him. They pleaded with him to leave them alone before their dad came in
and paddled them. The voice said he promised to leave them alone if they would
help him. He told them that he was murdered and burried under the house. The
gun was in the cistern out back. They relunctantly told their dad. He didn't believe
them at first until they started to cry and begged him to check the cistern for
the gun. Indeed he found a rusty pistol. Their dad said he would handle it from
there. They don't know if anything ever became of the story or if their dad
even told anyone about it but the voice kept his word and left them alone.
However, I do have several pictures of my grandmother with ghostly shapes. I
didn't really believe the story even though I knew she wouldn't lie until I saw
those pictures. They are in a box of many photos and will look for them and
send them to you along with this story again.
Thank
you for listening.
These
Times in My Life
By:
julimorris@ev1.net
I
just happened upon your site and thought I would share with you some
experiences I have had starting in 1989 and ending in 1991.
I
flew out to Los Angeles with my friend Amber when I was 19 years old. Her grandmother lived in Chatsworth, a part
of the valley. Our first night there we
slept in an empty bedroom on the floor.
As I layed down Amber told me to keep my feet covered. Just as I was about to ask her why a wire
hanger flew across the room and hit me on the bottom of my feet. I asked Amber why she did that and when I
looked at her I knew in an instant she couldn't have. She was right next to me and there was a pile
of hangers on the floor in the opposite corner of the room. She then told me that her grandmother's house
was haunted and the ghosts would grab your feet if you didn't keep them
covered. Needless to say I was freaked
out.
The
next morning I asked both her grandmother and her great grandmother about the
house being haunted. They both told me
that the neighborhood was built on an old Indian burial ground and that just
about everyone in the neighborhood had a story to tell about being haunted.
A
few days had passed and I had gone to a party with Amber and some of our other
friends. Amber left the party but I
stayed and was driven back to the house.
It was around 3am and I was terrified to go into the house. You could literally feel a presence near
you. When Amber opened the back door it
was like a brick wall hitting me. It
almost felt as if there was no air when I stepped in. I quickly went to bed.
The
next night Amber and two of her friends were going to sleep in an old train
tunnel and I didn't want to go so I stayed with both of her grandmother's. Her great grandmother had two twin beds in
her room and offered to let me sleep in there with her that night. They both went to bed and I sat up watching
tv. After about an hour I heard a tap on
the glass sliding door in the back of the house that proceeded to go around to
the kitchen window and then the front of the house. It was slow at first and as it went on it
became faster and faster. I'm getting
chills just thinking about it now.
I
got up and turned on all the lights. I
first turned off the kitchen light, then the living room light and when I got
to the hallway I felt something behind me.
As I walked down the hall to the bedroom I heard what sounded like an
animal running behind me yet there were no pets in the house. As soon as I turned off the hallway light I
ran and jumped into the bed. As I did
the running sound became quicker yet as I covered myself the sound stopped
right at the bed.
I
left for home a couple of days after that.
Even now I literally have goose bumps from head to toe thinking about
it. The experience literally sends
chills up my spine.
Now
I have an experience from my own home where I grew up and even my husband says
he has heard of "shadow" people.
After coming home one night I went upstairs to my bedroom and was
reading of all things, The Exorcist, when I saw something move by my
closet. When I turned I saw a black
shadow moving across my room. It looked
like a man wearing a large brimmed hat.
As soon as I saw it it was gone.
Now
the third experience I have is from when I was in the Air Force and was
stationed at Brooks AFB in San Antonio Texas.
My roommate had gone out with one of the guys to a set of railroad
tracks that they said were haunted. I
decided to go with them when they went back the following weekend. I was in the back seat of Barrett's car and
Mysi was in the front with him. As we
drove into the neighborhood I noticed all the street names were those of
children. Barrett then told me that the
story was of a bus load of children who were killed when the bus stalled on the
tracks and a train hit them. I then
noticed a row of trees that were on the right side of the street that had grown
away from the street. It looked like someone
had bent them to the right and they were perfectly aligned with one
another. Then we came to the
tracks. Barrett put his car in neutral
and we waited for a few seconds. All of
a sudden it seemed as if everything went silent. Then the car started to move and we gently
went over the tracks. The story goes
that the children who died will push you over the tracks so you won't be hit by
a train. Barrett also said that if you
put baby powder on your car when you're done you will find small handprints all
over your car.
I'm
sorry for having had to send this twice but I forgot to add a time in the house
where I grew up. There were several
times where I would walk down the hall to my bedroom and I would hit a cold
spot. Once when I went into my room it
smelled of roses but there were no flowers in the house. Several of my friends were afraid to go
upstairs at night because they said my house was haunted. In 1990 my family moved and a few months
after moving I went back to the house.
Everything was locked up in the front of the house so I walked around to
the back doors. I turned the knob once
and it was locked. I then thought to
myself I want to go into my old house and take something from the house to keep
as mine. When I tried the door again it opened. This was around 3 in the afternoon and I
didn't really think anything of it. I
walked in and remembered that when I was in the fourth grade I had taped a
yellow ribbon on the inside of my closet door so I went upstairs to get
it. Nothing was on when I walked into
the house or even when I walked into my bedroom. While I was getting the ribbon I heard the
ceiling fan in the guest room next to mine turn on. I thought to myself that I just didn't notice
that it was on. As I started back down
the hallway the water in my old bathroom turned on. At that point I just ran out of the house as
fast as I could.
People
who know me, who have known me for years, have always joked that I'm the one
who is haunted. I don't think I am
haunted but I do feel things. There are
times now when I feel like I'm not alone when I walk into a room and I'll get a
little spooked. I still see things at
times but I choose to ignore them. The
only time in the recent past that I haven't ignored things was when my
grandmother passed away. I was extremely
close to her and when everyone had left her hospice room I stayed with
her. As I held her hand I felt something
to my right and I think it was her. My
mom said that just before she took her last breath she was talking to her
mother. My mom and I both believe that
the two of them were in the room with me as I said my goodbye.
I
sure hope you don't think of me as a fruit cake for the number of experiences I
have had. I've had a few more but I'd be
here all night typing them in an email.
I am a true believer in ghosts or entities. I am also a believer in demonic beings as
well as angels being with us.
Thank
you for letting me share these times in my life with you.
My
Fathers Ride
By:
mamasboy31989@yahoo.com
My father is a car buff. One night him and
his car club where at a car show. It happened to be Halloween. All his friends
told him about the "Haunted" rail road tracks. He never believed
them, but he will try anything. So six of his closest friends piled into his
Acura, and left for the tracks. I don't know exactly what time, but in Virginia
there was a school bus crossing a track many years ago. It was about 1:00 in
the morning, when the bus got stuck. A train came, and there where no survivors
on the bus of third graders. So the condition was, everyone must stay in the
car. The car must be off, and it must be very near the next train passing. As
an added touch they stopped at Eckard. They parked on the tracks, at a slight
angle. So he put the car in 1st gear, hand brake on. Radio blasting, they all
got out and covered the car an talcum powder. They got in, turned off the car
and waited listening to music. They didn't hear the train coming a few miles
away. The doors locked, the radio died, and the head lights all went out. My
dad heard the train, and went to turn the ignition on. There was no power. The
doors wouldn't open. Locked. They heard laughter. The tires skidded as the car
slid slowly backwards off the track. After the train passed, the radio scared
everyone white, after the silence. The lights came on, the doors unlocked, and
scariest of all, he swears on his life the car started itself. It was no longer
in first gear, but the brake was on. They got out, and there where tiny hand
prints all over the car. And he did not once grin while telling me this. He
swears the uth.
The
Coxton Woman
By:
HFIELDS1976F@peoplepc.com
There
was a friend of mine driving up the road and the lady got in the car with him
one night and asked him(he said) for a light and till this day every time he goes
by that spot he throws out a lighter. I seen him throw out a thirty dollar
Zippo and not think twice about it. luckily I have drove that road for many
years and nothing ever got in the car with me. Thanks for the stories
The
Latest of Many Experiences
By:
NkhCSHD@aol.com
I'm
thrilled to find your site, because I've not found anyone else to talk to about
my experiences, except my family.
The
latest was a brush with a ?ghost? at my church, while I was there alone
practicing music up in the choir loft. I
was at the piano bench, alone, and I felt someone, or something, brush behind
me, as if they were passing behind my chair...only no one was there. I looked to my right...the direction the
thing would have been going...and I got the biggest case of goosebumps ever,
and the shivers....it sounded a little like swishing robes, and it had a smell
too...like incense...so I'm assuming the local priest came for a visit? Apparently, according to my husband, a
lifelong member of the church, theres a rumor about the membership that the
original priest hasn't given up taking care of his church. Oddly I didn't feel scared or threatened at
the time, just another haunting.
Unfortunately,
I've experienced these types of things a lot.
Sure is reassuring to learn I'm not alone. Thanks for your site...never have spoken
about these things outside of my immediate family circle for fear of ending up
housed in a rubber room with white clothed attendants. It seems the older I get, the more phenomena
are popping up.
The
Little Boy
By:
angel42020044life@yahoo.com
This
is a true story that happened to me just recently. Okay it all started one
night when I just got home from my old house in col
True
Ghost Story!!!!
By:
tigerlily_7589@webtv.net
My
name Is Melissa. Me and my friends had an experience of our own at
Byberry.
I live in
decided
to drive up to
Hospital.
We
walked down an old trail and there were dead animals strewn
everywhere
it stunk reallly bad. Well we made it up to the building and
we
enetered it. When we got in the bulding it was pich black dark but we
had
brougt flaslights this place gave me the chills as soon as we walked
in.
It was cold and damp in there it smelt like mold. We ended up
walking
through Ehos's Hallway and that place was creepy. We kept
hearing
voices like people screaming and talking crazy shit. We would
hear
footsteps coming close to us but we saw no one. My friend said he
felt
a cold thing go through him he was totally flipping out. We walked
and
we went into a room and it was freezing cold in there and it smelt
horrible
there were was seemed to like old blood stains there was a bed
in
there that looked as to have old blood
stains on it. The bed had
chains
and stuff on it and straps and weird
looking surgical eqiupment
.
When you are in this room you could actually feel an evil presence.
This
place is scarier than hell. My 4 friends decided they were going to
go
through the tunnels. Me and my other three friends waited on them.
They
were not in that tunnel ten mintues when they came running and
screaming
out of there and they said a crazy man with a machette is
right
behind them and we ran downstairs and went out the door and we ran
through
the woods and we could still hear something behind us yelling at
us.
we got in our car and took off. We almost got caught my the security
but
we made it out and came back home. This place will scare the hell
out
of you and I suggest not going through the tunnels. This is my real
life
experience and we will never forget it
True
Story
By:
Che2ber@aol.com
about
5 years ago i was babysitting and i had gone outside for about 5-10 minutes
while the kids were taking a nap,and as soon as i was ready to go inside i
heard someone say mommy and i had tried to get inside and the door was locked
so i went around back and that door was also locked i knew i had never locked
the door and i was now panicking i had also tried the sliding glass door and it
had also been locked i was extermly worried now and i heard the voice again i
tried all of the doors again and at the third time i tried to open the doors
they had all opened and i got in the house and looked in all rooms and all of
the kids were sound asleep
By:
hharvey1@twcny.rr.com
The
house that my husband and I lived in in
A
Ghostly House
By:
RacingTeam20RR@aol.com
Hi
there my name is Jaclyn . I grew up in my grandmothers house in