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