Branch Brook Park
By:
Poetic_Princess63@hotmail.com
There
is a part towards
By:
JUDIJMH@aol.com
We
lived in an old farmhouse next to the cemetery. Before moving in we were doing
some remodeling and each nite when we would leave we would make sure all lights
were off. The next evening the light on the second level would be on again. We
would hear footsteps upstairs when only the two of us were there alone. After
renovation the empty bedroom that my two girls used as a playroom would have
toys strewn around and they would deny doing it. They would hear voices as if
we were outside their door whispering. And I would hear "Mommy"
thinking it was one of my girls but they would be in the backyard playing &
had not called me. One night, my husband woke up abruptly sat straight up and
looked in the mirror above the dresser. In the mirror you could look into the
livingroom and he saw a woman walking toward the bedroom in white, thinking it
was me he felt to see if I was in bed. I was so looked back and she was gone.
We
were told that the old farmer who had built the house was distraught that they
were going to build a road through his property he hung himself in the barn
across the street.
Strange
thing happened to people who were owners after us. That playroom was occupied
by their teenage son and his TV would come on by itself. The TV required a pair
of pliers for him to operate it.
Family
Ghost Affairs
By:
juliem@cbnstl.com
I
have family members who have experienced ghost
encounters.
After reading some of the stories on your web
page,
I felt compiled to share these as well.
My
parents house was originally built & resided by my
great
grandfather, who later willed the house to my
parents.
My mother often found puddles of water on the
back
porch resembeling wet foot prints, but it was not
raining
out side and no one had been in or out of the
house
or had wet shoes. Mom always said it was great
grandpa
and that she had seen him. She talked to him a few
times
and he eventually went away. Second encounter was my
great
aunt. My great aunt was close friends with a kindly
old
gentelman who use to live accrosst he street from my
grandmother.
They took trips, went to events together,
etc.
The gentelman passed away some time ago. My aunt had
to
take care of (my great aunt) at one point as she had
fallen
ill. While at the house she saw what appered to be
an
older man in a flannel shirt & jeans looking in the
window.
Thinking it was a prowler she investigated to find
no
one there. Thinking nothing of it she mentioned it to
no
one. Later her daughter was at the house doing the
dishes
and seen what she thought was a reflectiong of an
older
man (same clothes) in the window and felt he was
behind
her. Turned around to no one there and couldn't
find
anyone outside. She told no one of her story either.
As
my great aunt became more ill she was moved to a
nursing
home, and recently passed away. While in the
nursing
home a friend of the family was taking care of her
house.
He asked my uncle (not knowing she had died just a
few
days before), if she had died. When he was told yes,
he
said he figured as much as he had seen her in the house
doing
dishes. After this my aunt & cousin's matching
stories
of the old man surfaced to everyone as well as
their
own supprise since they hadn't previously mentioned
it
to each other. As the gentelman used to be a farmer and
always
wore flannel shirts and jeans, we now all assume
the
man looking in the kitchen window was him looking for
my
great aunt.
FOSS
HILL,
By:
ajdaigle@adelphia.net
i dont kno wher to start. everytime i think
back to what happend my eyes
water
and i get a lump in my throat. i thout this type of stuff only happens
in
movies. ok; this all started.. wo im already getting goosebumps.. ok;
this
summer me and 3 of my friends were looking for somthing to do and just
stumbled
on going ghost hunting. we went to the first house we heard of
through
a couple friends at my work; total b.s. they sayd that ther was a
doctor
that killd babies in the house.... we proved that one wrong. see;
with
me and my friends we like to do things more then once so we went ghost
hunting
for like 4 or 5 nights in a row. Heres where my storie starts; me;
brad
and travis where hanging out at the pool hall and mentiond to my friend
nate
about ghost hunting the past few nights he sayd ther was this house he
had
ben too wher "you wouldnt dare to step inside it was so bad" we took
this
as a challenge and wer quite exited. me and travis jumped into my jeep
and
went to my house to get a couple flashlights and my digi camera. nate
met
us at my house a few minits later. on the way to the house it was me;
travis;
nate; and alan and som chick. nate told us that at this house on
foss
hill has had som background but ill tell you later after.. youll see; .
the
drive up the dirt road to the house was the worst part. the headlights
shined
on the house and you could look right in. ther was a hole side of the
hosue
missing. it was on a hill and ther was a giant feild behind it. we
parkd
beside the house and shut off the car. we all got out and got the
flashlights
ready. this house also has a barn over to the right. it was so
eary
and had a funny feeling because you could look striaght into the house
becasue
of the missing side. ok; we wen to the barn first to take a few
pictures.
i snapd pics left and right; then up. i saw wire neuses all over
the
ceiling no bones tho. we decided we were ready to go in the house. nate
went
first then me alan then travis. we went slow so i could take pictures.
we
went into a room in the back of the house. i took a few more pics and
then
i started to get scared for no reason. ok; ther is stairs striaght up
about
the size of a small closet going up into the attic so we went up 'em.
up
in the attic ther was a chimmeny in the center of the room. nate walkd by
the
chimmeny and a bird flew out at him and attackd him then stopd flying in
mid
air. we watched it and i took a picture; it probly had a nest but that
doesnt
explain it hovering in mid air like that. i snapd a few more pics of
the
2 windows and a couple really fast ones down the stairs we just came up.
i
thout i would catch somthin if i did it quick. haha.. so alan goes to go
down
the stairs first and screams; he sayd he saw somthing but i thout it
was
just the nerves gettin to us. so we all go down the stairs fairly quick.
nates
like "lets go in the cellar"; i sayd to myself thats a cute idea us
just
gettin freakd out y dont we finish the job and go in the cellar. nate
starts
to go down the rickety stairs and me right behind him.. CRASH som big
stomp
behind the stairs sent nate hurtleing over me and to the back of the
line
going down into the cellar. i figured id just take a few picts by
hanging
my hand down there instead of actually going down ther. so i hang my
hand
down ther to the left; snap. then to the right; snap. nothing else
happend
so we felt safe. i glanced at the photo real fast; you kno how after
you
take a digi photo it shows up on the screen for a split second then goes
away
and i sayd in a deep voice real slow. " we have to get out of here"
they
were all like whyyyy??? and started running and got in the car; i yelld
driiiivee
they wer all like what what what??.. we stopd on the side of the
road
to look at the pictures. ok; the first few pics were of mist in the
barn
on the ceiling. ok; creepy; . this is why i wated to tell you the
background
so you would understand me wen i told you wat i caught on camera.
there
was a family; mother; father and daughter and farm animals. the story
goes
that two guys came to the house one night and killd them all and hung
ther
livestock in the barn. we lookd at the pics som more and wen we wer in
the
attic i caught two orbs in the window. in plain sight. then the last
picture;
from the basement i caught the orb of the father big as my head
shooting
down from the cellar ceiling towards the floor bright as the sun.
my
guess is that the father was killd in the basement and the mother and
daughter
got chased up to the attic and thats wher they died....; thats not
the
end. we went back to nates house to print out these pictures.. talking
and
freaking ourselfs out even more. thats about al lthat happend that
night.
we wer up till about 3. then i went home.; the next night we decieded
to
go back to get som more pictures; we wer already use to the banging
noises
and all the pictures of the orbs. we went out into the feild; because
i
have a jeep and took a picture of the house from behind; you wouldnt
belive
the orbs that i captured. it was amazing. the second night was not as
scary
as the first but the same amount of anxiety waiting for somthing big
to
happen. i also brought a few friends from work to see the place this
night
. in one photo thers orbs around us while we are arm in arm. the weird
thing
was that night i went to sleep after coming home from the second night
there;
i had a vauge dream.. bring flowers to the house next time you go and
everything
will be ok. but i didnt think of it till the next day at work wen
i
passd a shrubery at school and it all flashed into my head..; after work
the
third day i picked up my friend deen and
jake and went out to the house
but
not without those flowers. that night all we did was park infront of the
hosue
and argue who was going to put the flowers in the house.. i lost; so
me
followd by jake holding the light we walkd into the house and into the
farthest
back room from the first night that made me feel different. i set
the
flowers down and walkd out; got in the jeep and went muddin again in the
feild
behind the house because we wer bord. but wen we wer done i wanted to
look
at the house for a little while; just look at it. i always told my
friends
to respect the house because it just felt like they diserved it. a
while
back my friend nate brought my friend jeremy to the house.. he sayd
F....
the house and started to piss on the house and he froze up and screamd
like
a girl.. so i didnt let my friends bad mouth the house. we wer sitting
in
the jeep and i saw somthing move in the house. jake saw it too. i lookd
again
and it was a small red light in the back room about eye level if
sombody
was standing in ther. then ther was two and then three. i started
the
jeep up and drove off about 50mph on the dirt road going sideways and
screaming
the whole way.; man; we were all so scared; we stoped at a ice
cream
store on the way back and my wallet was on the dashboard?! i calld my
friend
brandi and my phone kept dieing. brandi was freaking out because she
thout
we wer still in the house and shit was happening but i couldnt call
her
to tell her the real story.; that still isnt all i got... thers another
kicker
i got. right after the house we went to a graveyard in norrigewalk
about
10 minits away from the house. im going to jump to this one because i
typed
alot tonight; we wer walking around in the graveyard reading all the
tombstones
and i saw one i liked so i went back to the jeep to get a peice
of
paper to write it down and deen was staying in the jeep cause he was
scared.. me and jake go back into the cemetary and i
walk up to the
gravestone
and see a man kneeling down in a brown suit staring at the grave;
in
a split second he lookd at me and darted away; i saw his slicked back
hair
and his shoes. he had a white shirt on underneath. the epitaf read; "
Until
the day breaks; and the shadows flee away". ironic? and very scary; i
was
white; i was so scared i couldnt run; it scared me straight it was like
it
never happend but i knew i was the most scared id ever been.we got in the
jeep
and went home; i couldnt sleep again that night either.; .... ok; the
next
mornign it was a friday; i went over to brads house to tell him what
happend.
he wasnt at his trailor so i went next door to this guy we call
dad.
i knocked and went in and brad was on the computer telling ppl about
the
other night he went and took som pictures and heard som noises and
stuff;
dad calld me into the other room and askd me if i had read the
paper?;
i sayd; no; not yet why? he sayd read this .;
marshals
sayd it had to be set by sombody because ther had not been
electricity
to the house in 40 years.; BURNT TO THE GROUND; me deen and jake
fled
around 1230am and it was still there when we left. i cant explain it.
it
wasnt us that set it on fire. i didnt even let my friends smoke outside
as
a sign of respect for the dead. how do i explain the mist in the barn?;
it
was a cool experience; if you want to hear more or discuss with me about
wat
happend or ask me som questions feel free. my name is andy daigle and i
live
in
times
i could tell you about if you want. i think im a beliver.FOSS HILL. i
dont
kno wher to start. everytime i think back to what happend my eyes water
and
i get a lump in my throat. i thout this type of stuff only happens in
movies.
ok; this all started.. wo im already getting goosebumps.. ok; this
summer
me and 3 of my friends were looking for somthings to do and just
stumbled
on going ghost hunting. we went to the first house we heard of
through
a couple friends at my work; total b.s. they sayd that ther was a
doctor
that killd babies in the house.... we proved that one wrong. see;
with
me and my friends we like to do things more then once so we went ghost
hunting
for like 4 or 5 nights in a row. Heres where my storie starts; me;
brad
and travis where hanging out at the pool hall and mentiond to my friend
nate
about ghost hunting the past few nights he sayd ther was this house he
had
ben too wher "you wouldnt dare to step inside it was so bad" we took
this
as a challenge and wer quite exited. me and travis jumped into my jeep
and
went to my house to get a couple flashlights and my digi camera. nate
met
us at my house a few minits later. on the way to the house it was me;
travis;
nate; and alan and som chick. nate told us that at this house on
foss
hill has had som background but ill tell you later after.. youll see; .
the
drive up the dirt road to the house was the worst part. the headlights
shined
on the house and you could look right in. ther was a hole side of the
hosue
missing. it was on a hill and ther was a giant feild behind it. we
parkd
beside the house and shut off the car. we all got out and got the
flashlights
ready. this house also has a barn over to the right. it was so
eary
and had a funny feeling because you could look striaght into the house
becasue
of the missing side. ok; we wen to the barn first to take a few
pictures.
i snapd pics left and right; then up. i saw wire neuses all over
the
ceiling no bones tho. we decided we were ready to go in the house. nate
went
first then me alan then travis. we went slow so i could take pictures.
we
went into a room in the back of the house. i took a few more pics and
then
i started to get scared for no reason. ok; ther is stairs striaght up
about
the size of a small closet going up into the attic so we went up 'em.
up
in the attic ther was a chimmeny in the center of the room. nate walkd by
the
chimmeny and a bird flew out at him and attackd him then stopd flying in
mid
air. we watched it and i took a picture; it probly had a nest but that
doesnt
explain it hovering in mid air like that. i snapd a few more pics of
the
2 windows and a couple really fast ones down the stairs we just came up.
i
thout i would catch somthin if i did it quick. haha.. so alan goes to go
down
the stairs first and screams; he sayd he saw somthing but i thout it
was
just the nerves gettin to us. so we all go down the stairs fairly quick.
nates
like "lets go in the cellar"; i sayd to myself thats a cute idea us
just
gettin freakd out y dont we finish the job and go in the cellar. nate
starts
to go down the rickety stairs and me right behind him.. CRASH som big
stomp
behind the stairs sent nate hurtleing over me and to the back of the
line
going down into the cellar. i figured id just take a few picts by
hanging
my hand down there instead of actually going down ther. so i hang my
hand
down ther to the left; snap. then to the right; snap. nothing else
happend
so we felt safe. i glanced at the photo real fast; you kno how after
you
take a digi photo it shows up on the screen for a split second then goes
away
and i sayd in a deep voice real slow. " we have to get out of here"
they
were all like whyyyy??? and started running and got in the car; i yelld
driiiivee
they wer all like what what what??.. we stopd on the side of the
road
to look at the pictures. ok; the first few pics were of mist in the
barn
on the ceiling. ok; creepy; . this is why i wated to tell you the
background
so you would understand me wen i told you wat i caught on camera.
there
was a family; mother; father and daughter and farm animals. the story
goes
that two guys came to the house one night and killd them all and hung
ther
livestock in the barn. we lookd at the pics som more and wen we wer in
the
attic i caught two orbs in the window. in plain sight. then the last
picture;
from the basement i caught the orb of the father big as my head
shooting
down from the cellar ceiling towards the floor bright as the sun.
my
guess is that the father was killd in the basement and the mother and
daughter
got chased up to the attic and thats wher they died....; thats not
the
end. we went back to nates house to print out these pictures.. talking
and
freaking ourselfs out even more. thats about al lthat happend that
night.
we wer up till about 3. then i went home.; the next night we decieded
to
go back to get som more pictures; we wer already use to the banging
noises
and all the pictures of the orbs. we went out into the feild; because
i
have a jeep and took a picture of the house from behind; you wouldnt
belive
the orbs that i captured. it was amazing. the second night was not as
scary
as the first but the same amount of anxiety waiting for somthing big
to
happen. i also brought a few friends from work to see the place this
night
. in one photo thers orbs around us while we are arm in arm. the weird
thing
was that night i went to sleep after coming home from the second night
there;
i had a vauge dream.. bring flowers to the house next time you go and
everything
will be ok. but i didnt think of it till the next day at work wen
i
passd a shrubery at school and it all flashed into my head..; after work
the
third day i picked up my friend deen and
jake and went out to the house
but
not without those flowers. that night all we did was park infront of the
hosue
and argue who was going to put the flowers in the house.. i lost; so
me
followd by jake holding the light we walkd into the house and into the
farthest
back room from the first night that made me feel different. i set
the
flowers down and walkd out; got in the jeep and went muddin again in the
feild
behind the house because we wer bord. but wen we wer done i wanted to
look
at the house for a little while; just look at it. i always told my
friends
to respect the house because it just felt like they diserved it. a
while
back my friend nate brought my friend jeremy to the house.. he sayd
F....
the house and started to piss on the house and he froze up and screamd
like
a girl.. so i didnt let my friends bad mouth the house. we wer sitting
in
the jeep and i saw somthing move in the house. jake saw it too. i lookd
again
and it was a small red light in the back room about eye level if
sombody
was standing in ther. then ther was two and then three. i started
the
jeep up and drove off about 50mph on the dirt road going sideways and
screaming
the whole way.; man; we were all so scared; we stoped at a ice
cream
store on the way back and my wallet was on the dashboard?! i calld my
friend
brandi and my phone kept dieing. brandi was freaking out because she
thout
we wer still in the house and shit was happening but i couldnt call
her
to tell her the real story.; that still isnt all i got... thers another
kicker
i got. right after the house we went to a graveyard in norrigewalk
about
10 minits away from the house. im going to jump to this one because i
typed
alot tonight; we wer walking around in the graveyard reading all the
tombstones
and i saw one i liked so i went back to the jeep to get a peice
of
paper to write it down and deen was staying in the jeep cause he was
scared.. me and jake go back into the cemetary and i
walk up to the
gravestone
and see a man kneeling down in a brown suit staring at the grave;
in
a split second he lookd at me and darted away; i saw his slicked back
hair
and his shoes. he had a white shirt on underneath. the epitaf read; "
Until
the day breaks; and the shadows flee away". ironic? and very scary; i
was
white; i was so scared i couldnt run; it scared me straight it was like
it
never happend but i knew i was the most scared id ever been.we got in the
jeep
and went home; i couldnt sleep again that night either.; .... ok; the
next
mornign it was a friday; i went over to brads house to tell him what
happend.
he wasnt at his trailor so i went next door to this guy we call
dad.
i knocked and went in and brad was on the computer telling ppl about
the
other night he went and took som pictures and heard som noises and
stuff;
dad calld me into the other room and askd me if i had read the
paper?;
i sayd; no; not yet why? he sayd read this .;"
marshals
sayd it had to be set by sombody because ther had not been
electricity
to the house in 40 years.; BURNT TO THE GROUND; me deen and jake
fled
around 1230am and it was still there when we left. i cant explain it.
it
wasnt us that set it on fire
Haunted
Property
By:
bugnanny@bellsouth.net
I
have property in
Scared Me
By:
GALOP@COMCAST.NET
this
scared me the first couple times it happned but now i'm used to it! One summer
day I was in my room reading. All of the sudden I start hearing laughing and
giggling and footsteps comming from outside. There are alot of kids on my
street as well as the whole subdivision I live in. So I thought that it just
might be some people outside. I look out my window, i look up and down the
street carefully, I see nothing unusual. The next week it happend again, I do
the same as I did last time. The week following that again it happens, it was
the same exact sound as the times before. I start to wonder so i go outside on
the sidewalk the sound is still continuing, I take a good look and I still see
nothing. Heres the even more freaky part, This happens evey saturday around the
time its dark so around the times of
I just saw a Ghost
By:
PIPboyMoir@aol.com
This
just happened a bit ago (4 hours, tops). But first I suppose I should introduce
myself. My name is Kyle, and I'm 18 years old, 19 in January. I live in
I
think my Parents have a Ghost
By:
Browneyedgirl011@yahoo.com
Hi. I just wanted to share a few experiences I
have
had,
to see if there may be a spirit, or if I am just
imagining
things.
First
off, these incidents have occured at my parents
home,
next door to me. The home was built by
my
parents
in 1988 on an unused piece of pastureland that
my
grandparents gave them. I was still in
high school
at
the time. At first, there was nothing
going on,
other
than hearing a large thumping once or twice at
night(usually
around the same time) that my father
said
was the bricks settling. A few years
later, it
started. My first experience scared the hell out of
me. Here it is....after high school, I had moved
away
for
a while, and then moved back in with my parents
for
a while. One night, after I went to bed,
I woke
up
for no reason at all.The first thing I saw was a
young
girl(I'd guess around 16 or so) sitting indian
style
in my bedroom floor near the door. she
had long
dark
hair that was over her face and she was sitting
in
my floor petting a cat. At first, I
thought it was
my
younger sister, so I said "Carla, what are you
doing?"(My
sister has long dark hair and I thought it
was
her at first, though our cat lived outside, and
wouldnt
be in the house. This cat was dark. ours was
a
siamiese really light colored) The
figure never
moved
or acknowledged me at all, just kept sitting
there
rubbing that cat. That was when I really
looked
at
her. She was wearing a long white
nightgown (not
all
the way to the floor, but below knee)with long
sleeves. My sister did not even own a nightgown, she
slept
in old t shirts. At this point I thought
"this
is
really freaky", and I got really scared.
I just
rolled
over really slowly and didnt move. I was
up
for the rest of the night but afraid to turn back
over
and see if she was still there. The next
morning
I
asked my sister if she had been up during the night.
She told me no (why lie, she didnt know why I
was
asking) I also told my mother about the incident and
she
told me I just dreamed the entire thing.
That
picture
of that girl is as fresh in my mind today(10
years
later) as it was the night it happened.
The
next
incident was months later, my parents were out
and
my sister and I were at home watching TV.
The
next
thing we know there is a huge crash in the
kitchen. Sounded like every pot and pan in the
cabinet
had come crashing down. We looked at
each
other,
and I told her I was going to go take a look.
She
told me she wasnt going anywhere, no way no how.
I
guess she was scared to be by herself, because she
came
with me. Nothing was out of place. We could
find
no explanation for what we had heard anywhere.
This
has happened a few more times since then.
My
mother
has been there during one of these incidents.
She
couldnt explain it either. When you
mention it to
my
dad, he says no such thing as ghosts. My
mother is
completely
confused because she says there was nothing
on
this property before they built on it in 1988.
Also
the thumping at the back of the house continues
nightly..usually
about the same time. Sounds like
someone
throwing a basketball up against a brick wall.
Its a very unique sound. It never varies. We (my
sister
and my mother and I ) also see shadows out of
the
corner of our eye, but when we turn to look,
theres
nothing there. These incidents do not
happen
all
the time, usually several months in between,
except
for the thumping noises. And I am at a
loss as
to
what all this could be, if it is not, in fact, a
spirit
of some sort. No one else has seen the
figure
I
saw that night in my bedroom, and I have never seen
it
again. I moved out in 2001 when I got
married, but
I
am over there often, as I live right next door, and
this
stuff is still going on. If my father has
witnessed
anything or heard anything he's not telling.
I know my mother and my sister have had
experiences.
What
do you think? Any information would be
helpful.
By the way, it's no longer scary, just
disconcerting
because
you never know when...we are used to it now.
just
curious as to that it could be. Any information
would
be helpful!
Maggie
By:maggers14@hotmail.com
I
was at my friend’s 10th birthday at her mother’s haunted house. It was
said
to have been haunted by a little boy, mother, grandmother, father, and
a
newlywed couple. Alex’s brother a couple
years before that had said that
he
saw a ghost in the mirror by the steps and had fallen and broken his leg.
Everyone was outside in the front yard
looking at the full moon except for
me
because I didn’t have any shoes with me.
I had to go into Alex’s room
all
the way on the 3rd floor. I tried to get
some other people to come with
me
so I wouldn’t have to go by myself, but no one would come with me except
for
Alex. He wasn’t as afraid as the other
people because it was her house
even
though he believed it was haunted. As we
were walking up the stairs,
we
kept getting colder and colder. Once we
were up in the hallway by his
room,
we could see our own breathe. That’s
really unusual because it’s
usually
hot in his room. When we got into his
room, I was looking for my
shoes
and then I got a chill through my entire body.
I didn’t really think
anything
of it until I saw Alex frozen in his steps staring at me. I asked
him
what was wrong, but he just stood there shaking. I looked behind him
and
to the right at the full size mirror, and I saw an orb. It was blue and
wispy. The rest that happened, Alex had to tell me
because I fainted. He
said
that once I fainted, the orb came towards him and just floated in front
of
him for a little bit then floated off into his closet. Alex ran over to
me
and carried me down the stairs into the living room and laid me down on
the
couch. He ran off and got the rest of
the people. They put a wet rag
on
my head and then in about a half hour later I woke up. Once I woke up
the
first thing I heard was "Don't come back again." It was ina calm
voice,
not
angry or anything like that. I jumped
out of the couch. Then Matt;
another
person at the party, said, "Maggie, Maggie, are you ok, what's
wrong."
Murderer"s
Pub
By:
lil_ferret_queen@yahoo.com
I
used to live in a old pub, where a great murderer lived. He murdered many
people and when the police went looking for him he would hide in a tunnel under
the house that used to be a path where slaves would escape like the underground
railroad. He kept supposedly hearing the voices of his victims. He went crazy
and hung himself. So I was taping a documentary for my college on how old the
house was when my camera (which was brand new and with full batteries) shut
off. My friend had her digital camera and took a picture of me. She got out her
tape recorder and asked "What do you want?" Later we looked at the
pictures and a bloody face was peering at me with a astonished face. It was
probably one of his mutilated victims. When she played back the tape recorder
after she asked what he wanted it said "Get out!"
My
Invisible Cat
By:
kingmiller@tcsn.net
A
couple of years ago, it was just getting light when something compelled me to
open my eyes. There on the bed in front
of me was a cat. It was staring at the
window behind me, in sort of a stalking position. I lay there, frozen, for about 15 seconds or
so, then it faded from sight. To give
you some background, for some time before this, I had felt something like
someone was sitting on the foot of my bed.
At first, I thought my sister was visiting me. Then I realized that the pressure was too
light to be a person. Then I began to
feel movement up from the foot of the bed to my shoulder area. I came to the conclusion that this was a cat
spirit. I have never seen it manifest
itself again, but it still occasionally walks up my bed, or sits on my
thighs. Sometimes I even hear it hit the
floor as it jumps off the bed. At times,
I believe that I can feel the fur of its paw. Since pets aren't allowed in my
apartment, this is the next best thing.
My
Mother
By:
gothicchick1313@yahoo.com
When
I was 14 my mother was diagnosed with cancer.
She
made it but when I was 18 she relapsed.
This was
in
August. From what my cousin told me she
was doing
good
if she made it through October. The only
thing
that
she wanted(and she told everyone this) was one
more
Christmas. She got it. But on
she
died. Two days after her funeral I was
sitting at
home
trying to deal with everything that has happened.
At
from
work(she worked up until a week before she died)
our
back door came open and I heard footsteps over my
mothers
beloved hardwood floor and her hair stared to
rock. At
foot
steps again. At
and
all was quiet.
My mother loved Christmas and even
though she
got
her last Christmas she wasn't done. In
the 11
months
from the time of her death till Christmas I had
gotten
engaged. Every Christmas my family takes
pictures
everyone had normal pictures in 2002 but me
and
my Dad. In most of my pictures there was
an
angel. And in one picture of me and my fiance was a
figure
that looked like my mothers face. And
next to
my
mother was my grandmother and a third figure that
didn't
get to come through.
I wasn't the only one that saw my
mother. My
grandfather
hasn't been the same since he saw them.
He
last his wife my mothers mother on February 1,
1988.
And his daughter on
asking
for her mother two days before she died it was
one
of the last things she spoke besides a prayer.
My
Tales
By:
severus12000@yahoo.com
I
have been a fan of Shadowlands for several years now. So, I thought I would send my events to be
added to these chronicles. I have many...from family members and friends alike
along with my own. Here they are:
1.
I had this dream early May of 1992. In it I was standing outside at my
Grandparent's house and it was almost dark. The sky was gray as if it was about
to storm and the wind was warm and blowing. Suddenly, a coroner wagon pulled
into the neighbor's yard and the coroner got out and asked my Grandfather to
help in removal of the body, to which he did. I thought that the husband of my
Grandfather's double first cousin had died and they removed him on a gurney
under a white sheet. Well, when they walked past me...his hand fell out from
under the sheet. Next, it was later and dark outside. I thought I was in my
Grandparent's house and I was sitting at the table and looking out the sliding
glass door. Then, I saw the man who had died earlier walk slowly up the
driveway with his wife behind him. They came inside and his wife was so happy
to have him back that she kept saying, "Oh look! He is back!" Then,
she touched his forehead and looked around in fear...and ran out the door. Then
my family said, "Oh dear Lord, no!"
However, the man paid them no heed...he looked at me and walked towards
me. Then I noticed that it wasn't really who I thought it was but a different
man. He wore black rimmed glasses and a brown flannel shirt with pants. I woke
up freaked out over the dream. Later that same month the man who I thought was
dead...actually died in real life! Next, in Sept. that year, my Aunt's Dad died
and when I we to look at him in the casket...he had black rimmed glasses and a
brown flannel shirt with pants!!!! I left the funeral home white as a sheet. I
instantly thought of the dream.
2.My
Grandmother (who is a very level headed and sensible person) had a very strange
thing happen to her three nights in a
row.
In 1996, in June, she had to be put into the hospital for her leg. Well, that
night we all got a an urgent phone call from the nurse and we rushed to be by
my grandmother's side.
I
had never seen her so afraid in my life! It frightened me. So, I knew that she
had to have seen something strange...I sat down by her bedside and asked her to
talk about it. She told me that in the next room there had been a lady walking
around like she was busy cleaning or something. No one seemed to notice this
woman except my Grandmother. So, she asked the nurse who she was...the nurse
assured her that no one was there!
Second
night-the same thing happened. Only this time the lady slowly turned to face
her......
third
night-the lady turned around and my Grandmother swore that her face was blurred out! But the woman
physically turned a fan off! Where her face should've been was a blur!! So, My
Grandmother was scared. However, she got up the nerve to wave to the
woman.....but she said the lady did not wave back -and she got the distinct
impression that the lady was sad. This scared the crap out of me!!
3.In
May of 1991, I was sitting on my porch in bright sunshine....
When
out of the corner of my eye I saw a big black reaper figure. It was over six
feet tall and it just stood there. I could see the folds in it's robes! So, I
looked again and it was gone.
Later
that day a woman who lived up the road from us shot and killed her husband!! I
was creeped out pretty badly.
4.This
is about an object I saw. My Brother had just introduced me to his friend in
July 1992. (This is the same friend who heard the growl in his hallway) Well,
the 3 of us were walking towards my brother's and my house, talking, as it was
getting late.
We
had to walk thru an alley which had a train track on a hill (not too big of a
hill) Across the track on our left, there was a house with a hedge there. I
looked at the hedge and saw the creepiest
thing!!
It
was a big round globe-like thing (looked like the planet saturn) on a long
black robe! As we passed this house it turned and watched us go!
My
brother looked but saw a black robed figure sitting on the train tracks(nothing
in on the hedge!) Our friend saw a flash of white light in the tree tops. All
of us were looking athe same place and NONE of us saw the exact same thing!!
This scares me to this day! We still
don't know what it was or why we saw what we did.
5.My
husband's cousin is a special child-
and
he has the gift of seeing spirits....
Well,
one night back in 1999-His mother
and
brother were over at my house playing
video
games and D comes over and sits down
to
play. The next instant he says he saw a ghost.
It
woke him up! He drew a picture of a coffin
(in
his eyes it was a box) that had a latch on it.
He
said the sun shone on it and the water fell on it....
he
tried to make us understand what he was shown.
Well,
In April, 2000 They were over and it was dark
outside.
Well, D suddenly walked down to my light
(dusk-to-dawn
light) and leaned against it as if he
was
deep in conversation with someone. I watched him
talking
to nothing! So, I went out there to ask him
whom
was he was speaking to and he got all upset and wanted
me
to go inside Then he touched the light post and I swear
that
light went out as pretty as you please!. He came in
after
me and said a man was there wearing all black and
with
a frown. He scared D. Afterwards, D would see strange
sights
and he still does. Now D was close to his Aunt
(my
Husband's Mother) Well, she passed away on
and
the sun shined and it rained!! We think he saw
Death
and spoke to him.
6.On
but
I was lying awake in bed. Suddenly,
I
watched as a huge black shadow swept
through
the room and took the form of a man!
He
stood at the foot of our bed and I nudged
George
awake and he said "I see it!" Then,
it
receded back and left. (we later found out
that
the mother of one of his Aunts by marriage
had
died at that time) Needless to say it made
our
hair stand up!! It left a
depressing
atmosphere.
7.My
Mother has dreams of death and they usually come true. If she dreams of
caskets, someone dies. In 1986, she dreamt of attending a funeral and crying
what seemed like buckets of tears. She saw her Father in a brown suit and saw
her Sister.in.law bring in a plate of fried chicken on a blue willow plate. In
the blue casket was her uncle who looked much younger. In 1987, Mom lost her
husband to a Heart attack....he was put in a blue casket. Her Dad wore a brown
suit...and she watched her Sister.in.law bring in fried chicken on a blue
willow plate.
8.
My Mother-in-Law told me of seeing her own MiL walk around her front porch and
ask where her son was and why they weren't with her, that she needed them.
Thing is...my Mother-in-Law was in KY at the time and her MiL was in
9.When
I was 13 years old, I lived in
an
old two story house. Everyone
claimed
it was haunted and my Mother
could
sense a presence in it.
Well,
the people who lived in it before,
moved
after spending only one night in it...
because
the lady had seen a woman standing
wringing
her hands saying she was cold....
Well,
one September day, my brother & I
were out
playing
in our front yard, while Dad was gone and
Mom
was sitting on the porch.
((NO
ONE ELSE WAS IN THE HOUSE!)) Our dog started
looking
up at my bedroom window on the second floor
and
I looked up and saw my bedroom light was on and
my
curtain was parted and the shadow of a small lady
was
staring down at us! I told my brother to look up
and
he saw it, too. Next, we looked at each other then,
back
up and saw that the light was off and the curtain was
closed
and the lady was gone! We were spooked and we
still
talk about t to this day.
10.My
parents were in
They
lived in an upper apartment which was high from the ground. Well, one morning
at
11.I
was asleep
one
morning-when I heard three sharp
knocks
on a door....well, I thought
Mom
was doing something so I got up
to
check. No one was in the house,
but
me! I went to both doors and no
one...then,
it dawned on me that the
knocks
had been on my bedroom door!
(I
had a glass door) I felt my blood
drain
to my feet!! So, I called my
Grandmother's
house and told Mom to
get
home as fast as she could! Next,
I
sat down and closed my eyes until
she
came in. She says I was whiter
than
this paper. I was very scared,
this
happened in March of 1991.
On
Halloween of 1991, my Dad's
Mother
died. I think the knocks
were
warning me of her death.
12.My
friends, Husband and I have a ghost on video tape.
13.In
July of 2001, I had a nightmare about a plane crashing at my Grandparent's
house and two huge walls of fire moving around them. (My Grandparent's
anniversary is 9-11!! Also, my husband had a dream about an earthquake. Well,
this was in August of 2001--Later that day, we went to a park and we heard some
people talking about the 1811 EQ that hit the New Madrid fault and shook bells
in
These
are a few things that have happened around my family, friends and myself. I
have more. ~
A
Woodworking GHost
By:
harr1739@hotmail.com
I
thought I would send another encounter of my own which happened in a rental
house in
I
also noticed immediately that my dog was extremely apprehensive about going
into the bedroom or study (once used as a nursery) without me being in tow and
he refused to go into the basemen-- ever.
Even when I carried him down the stairs to show him it was okay, he
whimpered and bolted back to the top the second I released him. This wasn’t really that surprising to me
though, being “sensitive” to these
things for most my life, I-- like my pup-- sensed that the basement was a little
overwhelming, claustrophobic even, although it was probably 500 square feet of
empty space. However, I was never really
scared of the basement, I just felt like it was a sad place. This feeling of sadness seemed to mainly
concentrate around an old woodworking table that was bolted to the wall on the
south side of the basement (another identical table was placed and bolted to
the outside of the house directly under the bedroom window).
About
a month after moving in, I found out from a neighbor who had lived in his
next-door residence since it was built (also in the 1930’s) that the original
owner of my house had been an avid woodworker-- and had in fact done most of
the woodwork in the house. I’m not sure
if he died in the house, but the neighbor also told me the old owner had died
in a pretty sad way. I believe he told
me it was cancer, or some kind of blood disease and that it had been really
hard for him to come to terms with his impending death. Once I found this information out, it was
like the proverbial door was opened to this ghost’s presence. Within days of talking to the neighbor, I
began hearing banging, and what could only be described as sawing and chiseling
noises coming from both the basement and outside the bedroom window. The noises seemed to center, like the sad
feeling in the basement, around the proximity of the tables (there were no
tools on, or near the tables, incidentally), and happened mainly between the
hours of
There
was also another spirit, or presence, in the house that I never got any
background on, but was obviously that of a little girl, probably 9 or 10 years
of age, who liked to skip through the living room and hum unrecognizable
tunes. This, like the old owner’s
presence, was an auditory occurrence and was never visualized, but the opposite
of the old owner’s ghost—liked to make herself heard in the daylight hours.
What
was odd about these happenings was that it wasn’t something that happened to
only me. A lot of times in the past (and
present), when I became aware of various paranormal happenings, I was (am) the
only one who saw, heard, felt, or smelled the presence (at least the only one
who would fess up to it). However, these
particular occurrences seemed to happen just as often when there was an
audience, or not. My mother (a born
skeptic) heard the banging outside my bedroom window over the phone. My nephew heard and was frightened by the
little girl regularly and an old boyfriend (which the ghosts wisely disliked)
was chased out of the house more than once by both the old owner’s presence and
the girl-- who apparently liked to giggle behind him for added spookies. As a matter of fact, one of the spirits also
liked to set smoke/ c.o. detectors off whenever this particular ex-boyfriend
was around—once when the c.o. detector was unplugged, battery-less and tucked
away in a drawer.
There
were other physical manifestations as well.
An old skeleton key that fit the back door was constantly winding up in
the freezer or toilet tank and both the basement door and the front door were
very difficult to keep locked. I would
lock them, go to bed and wake up with both doors either unlocked, or wide
open-- not real funny in that part of town.
Personal items would disappear for a few days, but would reappear right
in the middle of whatever room they had been “taken” from about five seconds
after I would give up looking. There
were also, occasional temperature fluctuations, when a rooms temp would
suddenly drop a good 10 or 12 degrees in a matter of seconds for no reason.
All
in all, it was a pretty strange place to live, it didn’t really bother me
though, because like I said, these things seem to happen to me a lot (I grew up
in a house that was a lot worse). A few
months after moving out, my Grandmother got a call from the man who moved into
the house after me. He wanted to know if
I had any “problems” with the house.
When my Grandmother asked him what kind of problems, he got real
flustered and said something about his dog running away over and over again,
then he changed the subject and got off the phone with her. I figured the house was still making itself
known as previously inhabited even after I left.
Saw
A Ghost
By:
jcoffman2000@hotmail.com
My name is Jason Coffman and I really
haven't told anyone this story
because
it still creeps me out to think of it. I
was driving to work one
morning
around
was
on a curvy road called clifty creek when I came around a curve and seen
something
on the side of the road. I drive this road every morning to work
so
when I see something out of place I notice it. As I got closer I noticed
it
was a girl standing in the ditch, with a sweater tied around her
shoulders
and a very short skirt on. It was cold
that morning abour 45 to
50
degrees, so I thought it was kind of odd for someone to be out this late
and
with those clothes on a very secluded road. The closer I got I began to
notice
that she was turned away from me with her head
down and arms close
to
her side. Her legs where as white as a sheet of paper and she looked down
the
whole time. I slowed down to see if she needed help when I got to her I
passed
her maybe ten feet I back up and she was gone. I got my flashlight
and
got out of the truck to see where she went and to see if she needed
help.
She was gone nowhere to be found I looked in the ditch where she was
standing
there were no footprints and no scuff marks on the ditch bank to
see
if she went into the woods to hide. Well I left and went on to work.
Later
that day coming back home at the the very same exact spot where she
was
standing there was a dead deer that had been hit and laying in the ditch
where
she was standing. I don't know what I seen or didn't see but I thought
I
would tell someone about that would be opened minded about it. Thanks for
Reading
if you do.
Shoemaker
Hall Ghost
By:
ameliabrown31@zensearch.com
My
roommate and I live in North Shoemaker Hall on
Spooky
House
By:maryraper@comcast.net
I
live in
Strange
Presence in
By:
JDewees@JHHC.com
I
have always been a believer in ghosts but until the past 2 years, I never had
an encounters. My first experience was 2
summers ago, my boyfriend & I, along with some friends, were camping at
The
next encounter I had was at my boyfriend's old apartment. One night, at about
The
most encounters I have had, though, have been while living in my current
apartment. I live in a historic area in
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The
Green Lady
By:
pbenne@snet.net
When
I was 16 years old a bunch of friends and I went to the green lady
cemetary. We were only there for a few
minutes and everyone started feeling really uneasy, I dont know exactly why,
but we all decided it was time to leave.
As we were leaving I was told that I should kiss the grave of the green
lady to show my respect. I of course
refused "to put my lips on that thing" So we all left.I believe there
was 5 of us that night, We had taken 2 cars, I was driving one of them. I had 2 people in the car with me, 1 in the
front and one in the back, well as we were headed down the dirt road, I kid you
not, it felt like something pulled the car I was driving way off to the left
and we hit a tree head on. Now keep in
mind I was the ONLY one who did not kiss the supposed grave of the green lady, I
was also the only one who DID wear a seatbelt, I was also the only one hurt at
all. No one else even had a bump or
scratch on them, I however got my front teeth smashed to the back of my mouth,
and was bleeding profusley. I ended up
having emergency surgury on my upper jaw(while I was awake) So I have to say I
am a firm believer, in ghosts and there ability to harm the living if they feel
like it.
Uncles
House
By:
jennyloohoo@earthlink.net
My
uncle used to live in this wierd old house and it's said to be built on a grave
yard and anyways my dad was their helping him move out because of the hauntings
and somthig slambed the window shut and touched his face and you could see the
imprints of someones hand. Another thing
that had happened there was that a
preist had went to the house to preform an exersism on the house and when he
got to my cousins room the priest was sucked into the closet. he said that he would never go back to that
house again. this house is located
across the street from the dan quale museim in
Visitations
By:
kingmiller@tcsn.net
Last
year, I had a couple of visitations. I
don't think I can call them
ghosts,
because I'm sure one of them was a real person.
Both of these
happened
after I had fallen asleep with my glasses on, and the light on. I
would
wake up, aware of my lapse, and start to get ready to go back to sleep
The first time this occurred, I became aware
of a green oval in the air at
the
end of my bed. Focusing on the vision, I
saw that it was a soldier in
camouflage
gear, face paint and all. He was sitting
on a log with green
foliage
behind him, pulling at his lower lip.
Suddenly, as if becoming
aware
of my presence, he looked toward me, shocked, and then disappeared. The second time it was the same
situation. I woke up, and felt a hand
pressing
on the foot of my bed. There beside the
bed was an older man and
woman,
dressed in something like farm clothes, from the 30's or 40's. She
was
wearing socks with her shoes, and had white hair. I didn't recognize
them
as any of my deceased relatives. As I
watched, they moved backward
toward
the head of the stairs, and disappeared.
While they were still
present,
my sister appeared at the foot of my bed, in her nightgown, and
started
to go to the other side of my bed, as if to sleep with me. Then she
too
disappeared. She died in 1999, and this
is the only time I have seen
her
appear. I have had no paranormal
experiences since then, and I kind of miss them. Gives me something to brag
about.
Weird
By:
dsfmiller@earthlink.net
I
am 31 now, but this experience happend to me when I was about 21. My boyfriend ( now husband) lived in a really
old house that he shared with two other bachelor buddies. My husband's parents had helped them fix it
up pretty nice & it became quite the "cool hangout" for the
college crowd. This house is located in
Anyway,
the guys lived there for about two years & during that time period, very
strange things happend. When everyone
was "remodeling" the place after it had just been purchased, we found
strange writings in the basement. Very
profane and nasty, that I am not sure I can print on this site.
You
get the idea. animal bones were also
found. very strange.
No
one ever really went into the basement and the door stayed locked all of the
time, same as the attic. The attic was
the old fashioned kind in which you can actually walk up stairs and go
into. No one ever went up there. One of the reasons was because we could hear
VERY loud noises, like furniture being moved and dragged around up there. That
was very strange because there was absolutely nothing up there. There were also loud pounding and banging
noises late at night. I heard then when
me & my boyfriend (husband) were the only ones home.
Also,
the guys had converted one of the rooms into a "game" room with dart
board, pool table, etc. Late at night,
you could hear balls being rolled around on the pool table. Now, this is nothing unusual, considering
several college guys lived there, however, when one of the men got up to tell
everyone to be quite, he had to work early the next a.m., there was no one in
there, balls in pockets, lights out, absolutely no activitiy. When he discussed this with the other
roommates, they admitted the same had happend to them at one time or another.
Another
freaky occurance was after a party and everyone had gone home or gone to
bed. A party guest who had had too much
to drink and spent the night got up early in the a.m. to get some water &
walked passed a strange looking man sitting in a chair ( in the game room). The party guest said a quick cheerful "hey,
man,how's it goin" and the man just looked at him with a hollow
stare. The party guest went on about
business and when he was on his way through the game room back to go to sleep,
the strange man was gone!
There
was this one particular bedroom that no one liked. Everyone kept switching it. I think everyone traded and had it at least
once. No one could really put their
finger on why they didn't like sleeping there.
But one of the roommates swore that one night he awoke to a swift, hard
kick to the side of his bed. He said it
shook his entire bed and startled him so bad, he stayed awake for hours after
that, afraid to move. Weird.
Anyway,
this is my story. Hope it was enjoyed.
Person
in the Dark
By:
joyce@surenet.net
one
time at my friends birthday we were all playing manhunt in the dark and i didnt
have a partner so i was walking down a dark (it was pitch black)path when my
flashlight stops working I was all alone and my flashlight isn't working so I
triied to make it in the dark when all of a sudden I hear someone moving in the
bushes to the left of me at first i thought it was just ne of my friends
messing around when i see about 100 feet away someone or something just
standing there as i yell to see who or what it is, it starts walking toward me
and as it gets about 7 m away my flashlight suddently starts working again as
soon as I shine it on the thing it dissapears.
Ever
Try to Meditate?
By:
air_14_@hotmail.com
I
have a real experience I just thought I would add. This really happened to my
aunt, my best friend and my self.
My
grandmother was having difficulties and was in this hospital so my aunt Gail
came down to visit. So she was just staying at my grandmothers house. Well my
aunt was telling me some neat experiences she has had with the ouija board,
seances, and meditations. I like to think my aunt has some sort of ...well
something that attracts these sort of experiences.. whatever it may be. I
thought it was all facinating and wanted to get in on the experiences...
So
she offered to have me and one of my best friends, Jess stay the night with her
- Keep in mind it was only us three in the house that night - So we all ate
supper and got ready to do my first meditation of the night.
We
all had this weird feeling about my grandma's room so we made sure we shut that
door. Which the hall can be seen from the dining room/kitchen. Also down the
hall is a TV room, and another bedroom next to my grandmothers, and a bathroom.
(just to give you an idea of the surroundings) My aunt had me and Jess go all
around the house and shutting cabinets, drawers, ect. Making sure nothing is
out of place, so that way we will know if something is moved or rearranged.
So
that night we all sat around in the living room, all the lights were off except
one in the kitchen...which gave off a little light to the living room. We had
also lit one candle because my aunt told us that our 'spiritual guides' like
the natural lighting. We all sat either with our legs crossed, with our hands
palms up relaxing on our knees, and our eyes closed. And we are all totally
relaxed and calm.
Now
there are many different ways to meditate..but my aunt thinks the easiest is
the emerald one. This is where you picture an emerald light all around you and
then you will feel it enter through your abdomen and throughout your body.
after that you will picture yourself on a boat, and you will be in some rough
water, this is said to be your stress. And you will then come to calm waters.
But you cannot force yourself, you will just enter the calm waters...then you
can talk to your spiritual guide, talk to the dead (which my grandpa is dead)
and so on. I guess it's kinda like a half dream sort of place. ...and again
this is to give you an idea of what we were doing that night.
Well,
as we were meditating... we heard all kinds of movement in the basement. Items
clinging together, footsteps, and heartbeats. I can remember my grandpa always
being down stairs messing with his tools and working on his old cars. When we
woke up my aunt had said she was trying to talk to my grandpa. and almost right after that we got a phone
call saying my grandma almost had a heart attack. Weird, huh?
Well
a little while later my aunt went to sleep on the living room couch. Jess and I
decided to stay up and try this meditation stuff some more. So we sat in the tv
room. This time with no lighting. We shut the door and sat on the couch. Well
not even five minutes into it. Jess just says, "what?" At that point
I immediately told her to turn the light on. She said someone or something had
placed their hand firmly on her arm that I was sitting by. We were both spooked
but we wanted to see more - I guess we're a little gutsy now huh?
Before
we had done it a second time we figured we needed to take a break and watch a
little tv. Well we heard movement in the kitchen. Like silverware hitting glass
with force. We immediately went straight to the kitchen..To find my aunt still
asleep on the couch in the next room. And in the sink was a glass with a spoon
in side of it. We then woke my aunt up and told her about the experience with
the hand and the spoon hitting the glass.
She then told us that she heard a mans voice say her name and woke her
half way up til we woke her up the rest of the way. She stayed up with us for a
while. And we decided to meditate once more before she went back to bed.
This
time we were getting cold breezes blow past us and it would be cool in just
certain spots.. Then we started hearing this old time door stops that make a
noise if you flip it back.. Sort of makes a long dong sound. We would hear this
coming from all around the house. We would even stop meditating and we would
hear the dong. I even checked the doorstop, flicked, and it made the EXACT same
sound. And if it was just us three in the house...who else could it have been.
Well my aunt thought she needed to go back to bed so she did so.
My
friend Jess and I dared to meditate once again.. So the lights were off and we
started in. At this point my aunt was thought to be asleep in the living room.
And about 10 minutes in the this meditation we heard foot steps coming toward
the door and then just sort of shuffling right in front of it. We called for my
aunt Gail and the foot steps stopped. We
immediately turned on the lights. But still stayed in the TV room. we were both
just sitting on the couch when we heard and seen the door shaking like
crazy. (the investigator I am, the next
day of course, shut the door, and tried shaking the door from the outside to
see if it made the same noise. Nothing at all.. I then shook it from the inside
and it made the exact same noise. That was a bit frightening to me.)
Then
before we went to bed we were going to try meditating once more. I guess we
were wanting to get scared who knows lol! But once we got into it we heard something
crash against the wall and just kind of slide back and forth on it. Now my
grandma has all kinds of family pictures hanging on the wall behind the couch.
Well the next day I was testing everything out to see what could have made the
noise...and the one picture that stood out made the most alike sounding noise
was my aunt gail's photo.
And
still yet all that night we heard the dongs.. Cabinets were opened, drawers
were opened, closet doors were opened, items were moved...There was a lot more
that happened that night but this is long already. If you would like to know
more you may contact me.
Another
thing that was strange is that all the noises and happenings quit after my aunt
gail left. What ever it was, I don't think it was trying to hurt us, just give
us a scare.. AND THAT IT DID!!!!!
Fernandina-Wiccademous
Grave
By:
mlminiano@gmail.com F
I'm
writing in regards to your posting about Fernandina - Wiccademous
Grave
(or what we locals call, the Witch's Grave).
My mother, my
brother,
my brother's girlfriend, and I went to see the grave about a
year
ago. We were too scared to walk down the
path, but remained at
the
beginning of the path near the road. We
stood there a while and
then
suddenly it sounded and felt like something under the ground came
towards
my brother and stopped right under his feet with a banging
sound. The banging noise sounds like something
hitting wood. It
doesn't
sound like something hitting metal. It's
a distinctly wooden
sound. My brother got scared and moved to a different
spot. Again, a
few
minutes later, the same thing happened except the noise had
changed
directions to travel again towards my brother.
After a while
the
same thing happened to my mother. We got
scared at that point and
ran
back across the street to our parked car.
We stood there talking
about
it and were considering going back to the path when we heard the
banging
again from across the street. We decided
to leave after that.
We
tried to figure out what would be a rational reason for the noise
and
vibrations and we thought about pipes, but that didn't make sense.
The noise and vibrations did not come to the
same spot each time,
rather
they changed directions toward a particular person each time.
And
they always ended with a bang under a person's feet. Never to the
side
or elsewhere. If it were a pipe, then it
would only be able to
go
the same direction each time. Also, your
site stated, "The
supposed
booming noises more than likely come from a drainage pipe
that
runs underneath the ground. If you tread hard enough, the sound
hits
the pipe and reverberates back."
This can't apply to our case.
We
were not moving or walking when the sounds happened. We had been
standing
perfectly still for 7 or more minutes before the first sound
happened
and then after that we did not move either, except to change
positions. There were no noises heard while we were
walking to
different
positions. We'd be really interested if
someone were to
investigate
this site and figure out what's going on here once and for
all.
She
Is Happy We are Happy
By:
Shrtstuff2323@aol.com
Hello
my name is Aubry, and me and my family beilive this house is haunted. Everyone
in our house except my brother had seen something or experienced something.
First of all my mom was home alone all by herself one day and she kept telling
herself i need to do laundry, and after a few minutes the washing machin
started up all my itself. then one night when i was lying in my bed i was half
awake and helf asleep and i looked up and thought i saw someone sitting on my
bed, i thought it was my sisters boyfriend or something, then i just bilinked
my eyes and it was gone, i also saw it one day from my room, i saw something
walk into my brothers room, and when i went in there he was asleep. My dad also
saw it when he was in the living room
watching tv, he saw somthing walk in the back room, but he was home
alone, and there have been many more little experiences. Just last night, my
family was carving pumpkins and my mom took a picture of my dad and my cousin,
and we actually got a picture of what we have been seeing, we can see her face,
and her arm reaching out towards my cousin, it looks like she is wearing a long
white dress or something, it is what we have all been describing, there are
also circles of light in the background, i believe they are called orbs? We
believe she is a good spirit, so we are happy with her.
Cottage
in MI
By:
Miner.Jeffrey@fronius.com
My
Grandparents built our cottage in
One
Nights Experience
By:
cevans81@hotmail.com
i
have a one time experience that made me a true believer. about three and
a
half years ago i lived in an old house that had been converted into three
different
apartments. my two neighbors both worked
third shift so at night
i
was the only one in the whole house. i
had fixed dinner for myslef and
eaten
in my living room. afterwards i went
into the kitchen to wash the
dishes. i had a drain tray with two silverware
holders on it. i always put
my
silverware in the back holder because my brother's children often came to
visit. i had finished the dishes and went to do a
final walk through to
make
sure i didn't miss any dishes. when i
came back to the kitchen all of
my
silverware had been moved to the front holder on my drain tray. i lived
alone
for the record. as if that did not freak
me out enough, i went back
into
the living room and starting watching tv.
deciding to go to bed i
turned
the tv off and got ready for bed. i had
no more than laid down and
just
started pulling the covers over me and the other side of my bed went
down
like someone had lain down beside me. i
jumped up and went back into
the
living room thinking i could sleep on the couch. the rest of the night
i
heard someone walking back and forth from my backdoor all the way through
my
apartment, past me on the couch and stopping at the front door. whoever
it
was they liked to whistle a lot. they
whistled everytime they walked
through. i have since moved out of that apartment
and actually out of
that
town. however that is not my first or
only experience.
I
Can't Believe I remember This
By:
khollingsworth@firstmedok.com
I'm
not sure how old I was when this happened but I couldn't have been
By:
emcdermott@courant.com
I
went on a much needed vacation to
When
we got there we first discovered that it wasn't a hotel or even very fit to
live in, althought a few people who were involved in a renovation project
stayed every now and then to help. Most of the time they left at nightfall to
go back and stay in town. I was met by a very nice Australian women who had
come there a month ago and ended up falling in love with the place (it is very
beautiful to observe during the day). She did howeer mention a few rules for
staying there over night: never light candles because the ghosts like to tip
them over. Close your door at night (she didn't say why), and ster clear of the
dungeons.
On
our tour (just at the beginning of sundown), we went up to the towers where our
lantern mysteriously disappeared, only to be found in a totally different part
of the castle later on. Our guide shruged it off as normal and added that a
litle girl died there from a fall off a staircase and she sometimes liked to
tease guests by misplacing their things.
Upon
entering the dungeons (very briefly), which were essentially holes in the
ground, I immediately began to feel like something was pressing down on my
chest. It was a terribly sad place and vey hard to breath in. The most unusual
thing was the inky blackness that our flashlights couldn't penetrate.
That
night I couldn't sleep. I was irritated that my friend just hit the pillow and
collapsed into snores, but I had this horribly terrified feeling like I was
waiting for something that I didn't want to have happen. Te room we were in was
called the red room, by the way, because of the many infant deaths that had
occured there...our guide said children's laughing and crying was often heard
there in the night. However, Iheard
nothing at first save for a few doors creaking. Around 4 in the morning I began
to hear whispering, laughing, running up and down the stairways (which was
impossible due to the delapitation of many of them, and the fact that they were
so narrow). But the scariest thing happened around
The
next morning we left and I felt like a piece of me was missing. I can't explain
it really. Even though my experience was really spooky and emotional at times,
I still felt like I was being torn from something. Mark my words, someday Ihave
to go back there and find out what that castle is really all about.
New
Home, New ghosts
By:
BCS111@aol.com
I
was so proud of my new home we had just purchased in October of 2000. This was
our first home and our 3 year old daughter was so excited to finally get a big
bedroom. We spent the first few weeks just emptying boxes and hanging up
pictures. Then it started to happen. About three weeks after we moved in, I
started hearing foot steps walking up and down our long hall that leads to our
bedroom. The first few times I would jump out of bed thinking that my daughter
had gotten out of bed to use the bathroom, but no one was ever there. I had
mentioned it to my husband a few times and he just said that I was just not
used to the old house noises. I grew up in a home with a spirit of a young girl
that had died from falling off of a horse in the apple orchard, where our house
was built and I knew the difference between old house noises and foot steps.
Since I was familiar to things not being what they seemed, it didn't bother me.
Until
one night, when my stepdaughter was visiting, she and I had fallen asleep on my
bed watching a movie. Sometime in the middle of the night, I was awoken by a
pressured feeling on my shoulder. I opened my eyes thinking it was my husband
needing something and the next thing I knew I was up on both of my feet, as if
I was picked up by the pit of my arms and thrown into the large wall mirror
which is mounted about 6 feet away from the bottom right corner of the bed. My
right hand hit to frame of the mirror so hard that it sliced right through the
skin and started to bleed. I cleaned up the cut and shook it off as a bad dream
and went back to bed. The next morning we all just laughed about the it at
breakfast.
For
a few months after that, I would still hear the foot steps up and down the
hall. I would occasionally mention it to my husband and he would just smile at
me until the night came that my husband and I were lying in bed talking and the
foot steps started up shortly after
About
six months into our new/old home, the foot steps either became less and less or
I was just getting used to them, until I got the scare of my life. I had been
asleep on my stomach and was woken up to this very heavy feeling on my body. As
if a grown man was lying on me, not letting me move or get up. I had tried to
gasp for breath, but I couldn't move. Finally, after what seemed to be hours
but was probably only seconds, the weight was lifted and I could move. Out of
pure fear, I rolled out from under the covers on to the floor, on my hands and
knees gasping for air. It took a minute my breath to catch up to me, from the
pressure or just pure fear, I don't know. When I did get air back in to my
lungs I let out a slight scream for my husband, waking him up just in time for
the heavy pressure to come over me again, pushing me to the floor. My husband,
slowly waking up out of a sound sleep noticed I was not next to him, but
wondering where the sound was coming from, leaned over my side of the bed,
seeing me on the floor. With a light outside the window shining on to my face,
he could see the look of horror. At that point, he leapt off the bed over to my
side and pulled me up off of the floor as if I had just fallen out of bed
during a dream. We sat in bed for a few moments talking about what I thought
just happened to me. I told my husband that what he said was probably right and
that I must have just had a bad dream. At that point, he fell back to sleep but
I stayed up the rest of the night trying to figure out what exactly did happen
and what I could do about it. At this point I was so angry about this
"thing" that I was determined not to let anything like that happen
again.
Some
time had passed and I was over the events of that night. I had noticed though
that small things were beginning to happen. Like my toothbrush being in the
hairbrush drawer and the rug in the hall being rolled up at one end when no one
was home except me. I finally started to get smart. I started talking to it. I
started talking to it on a daily basis. I told it that no matter what, this is
my house now and that if it thinks it is going to do something to me or my
daughter, that I would make what ever life it thought it had here so miserable
that it would be sorry and would pay. When I heard the steps in the hall, I
would get out of bed and walk down the hall practically picketing the foot
steps. I threatened it everyday. If anything it made me feel better and
stronger.
Then
one morning while I was giving my daughter breakfast, she mentioned that she
had seen a man in her doorway the night before. That was it. That was the last
straw. After I dropped my daughter off a daycare, I came back to the house and
started yelling at it and threatening it.
For
some strange reason, it seemed to work. Months went by and then years and other
than a few occasional foot steps in the hall, I have not heard from our past
tenant in years. I know that this is not much of an ending to the story, but
this is pretty much how it happened. I guess some of us just have a little more
power than we think we do. Especially a protective Mom of a young child!
What
brings me to this website to tell my story is... Not too long ago I found out through
neighbors that the man that built this home in the 40's had passed away about
20 days after we purchased it. Now that is just too coincidental, isn't it!
Haunted
library in
By:
usmcemen@hotmail.com
OK
folks, here goes:
I'd
like to know if anyone else in the
anything
unusual at the West Dade Regional Public Library, located at
the
old house that had originally occupied the site)
Here's
a link to it: http://www.mdpls.org/info/locations/wd.asp
The
West Dade Regional Public Library opened in 1980 on the site
formerly
occupied by a large, long-abandoned house on
approximately
off
by the county a number of years before, and I am not in a position
to
locate any history or details on this property, since I know longer
reside
in
Having
grown up in the neighborhood throughout the 1970s and 80s,
however,
a number of strange things took place at both the house
before
it was demolished, and afterward at the new library built on
its
site. Some of these events I personally
experienced. In any
case,
for a time it was something of a neighborhood legend.
Back
in the mid 1970s, I and my school friends attended nearby Rockway
Junior
High School. At the time, the school ran
on two shifts, and I
and
my best friend were on the early shift, which meant we were done
with
school by
the
few hours of freedom we had before they would arrive home from
work
with a lot of bike riding (it seems no one does that anymore) and
general
neighborhood exploration. We also rode
our bikes to school
everyday,
so much of our exploration took place, conveniently enough,
on
our way home from school. Since we had
to cross
home,
the large sealed-off house on the site where the library now
stands
eventually captured our curiosity during our many attempts to
find
"shortcuts" home. Peering at
it through the county-erected chain
link
fence and large "KEEP OUT" signs lining the property, this house
was
quite large, and old, by our neighborhood's standards (it looked
like
a 1930s construction vs.
1960s-70s
ranch-style homes). It had a large
swimming pool, a long
driveway
lined with tall stately palms (the palms are still there, in
fact,
lining the entrance to the library), and a large, separate
two-car
garage. Given the large size and general
architectural
appeal of the house, there didn't seem to be any obvious
reason
as to why it had been left derelict, apparently a long time
before
1976. Even still, the place gave us the
creeps, but we
couldn't
resist going in there, being the curious 13-year-olds we
were.
On
two separate occasions, my best friend and I decided to jump the
fence
and explore. Each time, we ran into
"something".
On
the first occasion, as we approached the house from the back, we
got
a good look at what a neglected and vandalized condition the place
was
in. Every window had been blown out. The
pool was literally
filled
to the rim with dark, slimy green water.
The lawn (if you can
call
it that) was well on its way to returning to all the natural
splendor
of the
found
the front door of the house lying wide open, with a huge pipe
plowed
through its center. We should have taken
that as a sign to
keep
out, but stupid us, we didn't. Anyway,
we went in and began
exploring
the interior. Broken window glass
everywhere. Not a single
sign
of (living) inhabitance, though. As we
walked through the house
together,
I still recall to this day telling Dan how cool it felt in
there
(it was a windless, hot fall day), *MUCH* too cool, in fact --
but
at that time neither of us were yet aware of the possible
significance
of that sensation, so we kept on exploring.
Every room
in
the house had its door flung wide open, or ripped out all together.
And
the interior of the house was a very "open" space, in that you
could
essentially see all the way through the house by standing at
either
end of it. All except for the bathroom,
that is. It had the
only
closed door in the house, and we approached it cautiously, since
we
were still kids, after all, and given the wrecked condition of the
place
we didn't know what to expect, or who.
As I opened the door
slowly,
Dan standing behind me, I saw broken tile on the floor. I
also
saw, through the six-inch or so door opening, large but shattered
mirrors
on a several sides of the bathroom. As I
opened the door a
bit
wider, I could tell from looking into the multiple mirror angles
that
the bathroom was empty. So I began to
open the bathroom door all
the
way. And that's when it happened.
Something pushed back against
the
door, from the other side -- and HARD.
So hard, in fact, that the
door
slammed shut in our faces. Needless to
say, we ran the hell out
of
there, scared out of our wits.
After
a few days, we calmed down enough to try to logically sort out
what
we saw (or rather, *didn't* see) in that bathroom. Dan's view
was
partially obstructed by me, since I was in front, but to this day
I
would swear that the large cracked mirrors on the walls in there
afforded
me a complete view of the bathroom, including behind its
door. There was no one (alive, that is) in that
bathroom when the
door
slammed in our faces, and there was no wind that day, to account
for
the door's behavior. The only other
explanations we could think
of
was that either the door had one of those automatic door-closing
mechanisms
like those on screen porch doors, or some heavy, already
loose
object fell against the backside of the door when I fully opened
it. In any case, a couple of months passed before
we summoned enough
courage
to go back in that house to try to figure it out.
As
before, we jumped the fence in the back, and entered the house
through
the front. It seemed untouched since our
last visit, in the
fall
of 1976. This was a cold January day
1977 (cold for South
bee-line
to the bathroom. Its door was wide open,
and we walked in.
As
before, broken ceramic tile everywhere.
It was obvious no one had
made
any effort to clean the place up since we were last in there. We
inspected
the door, and found absolutely no trace or evidence of any
automatic
door closing mechanism. In addition, it
was a fairly heavy
door,
so it would not have been easily windblown shut. We also took a
minute
to stand in the hallway, as we had on our earlier visit, and
view
the bathroom from the reflections cast on its cracked mirrors.
Indeed,
we were able to clearly see behind the door, even when it was
cracked
open only a few inches. Lastly,
considering the mess on the
floor
all around us, we found no evidence of any heavy objects lying
about
that could have fallen into the door when we were there last
time. The bathroom sink was firmly in its place, as
were the toilet,
pipes
and bars. The walls were all intact, and
though broken ceramic
tiles
were strewn all over the floor, there were no similar chunks of
concrete
or cinder block lying about, which could have been the
possible
cause of the slamming door previously.
We then inspected the
rest
of the house, and found it to be completely empty. We exited the
house
through the open kitchen door on the side of the house, crossed
the
carport, and entered the open side door of the separate garage.
We
hadn't been in there on our last visit, so we took a good look
around. Like the house itself, its large garage was a
mess. However,
unlike
the house, which was completely empty of furniture and other
personal
belongings, the garage was full of rusty old tools and yard
equipment,
lying about everywhere. I had just
picked up a wrench off
the
floor, and we weren't in that garage but maybe a minute, when
suddenly
we heard *LOUD AND THUNDEROUS* door slamming, emanating from
inside
the house. And not just one slam, but
repeated slamming,
rhythmically,
like someone slamming a door shut, opening it quickly,
and
slamming it again, over and over... POW - POW - POW - POW... (and
as
I mentioned before, there was no breeze that day to account for a
"loose
shutter in the wind" phenomenon) As
you can probably imagine,
the
sudden MAJOR racket coming from the house completely freaked us
out,
I dropped the wrench and we ran like hell out of there, and never
went
back. At least I never did; I can't speak for Dan.
I
personally think that there was (or perhaps still is) something
definitely
amiss at
In
1980, after the demolition of the house and during the construction
of
the library, a worker was killed when he was crushed to death by a
slab
of concrete. I later heard that the
public opening of the
library
was pushed back a number of times, plagued by a series of
mysterious
problems arising during its construction. Rumors began to
circulate
in the neighborhood that the dead construction worker was
responsible,
but I never heard of anyone who actually saw or heard the
guy. At any rate, I suspect that whatever went on
during the
library's
construction, if it was indeed paranormal, probably had an
origin
earlier than the unlucky construction worker's recent demise,
though
I also wouldn't be at all surprised that he too may have had a
hand
in the mischief.
Now
fast-forward to 1984. The haunted house
on
gone,
and the West Dade Regional Public Library has been quietly in
operation
for several years on its site, everyone in the neighborhood
(including
myself) having pretty much forgotten about the rumors and
stories
surrounding its problematic opening. At
that time, I'm
working
as an assistant manager at a nearby movie theatre, and one day
one
of the new girls on staff and I start talking about ghosts and
hauntings.
This high school senior had just recently moved to
from
much
yet about the neighborhood, let alone have any knowledge at all
of
the old house which used to sit on
length
about the Biltmore Hotel in
legend
down here), when suddenly she says to me:
"Oh, I think that
library
down the street is haunted." "WHAT???" I say. "Uh-huh, I was
there
the other day, and it gave me a really creepy, cold feeling. I
don't
like that place at all." Her
comments hit me like a lightening
bolt,
bringing back a whole host of memories that had long ago receded
into
the back of my mind. Without yet telling
her about what I heard
about
the library, or knew about the house that had earlier occupied
its
site, I asked her to elaborate. She
began telling me of the
typical
stuff one associates with a haunting, particularly the
inexplicable
cold spots she repeatedly felt there, and the deep
sadness
she was somehow picking up on. She also
mentioned that both
she
and her twin brother had similar experiences in old homes in Costa
Rica,
when they younger, so this kind of thing was by no means new to
her. By the time she was finished talking, I was
all revved up and
ready
to go: "Well, Maria, I've never personally
seen or felt
anything
in that library, but let me tell *YOU* about the house that
*USED*
to be where the library is NOW..." and thus I shared my own
experiences
with her. Needless to say, we were both
creeped out by
this
experience -- and for me it was doubly weird to have someone from
another
country, not in my circle or from my neighborhood,
independently
confirm my suspicions that something was indeed awry at
9445
Coral Way, and probably continues to be so.
If
anyone else has stories to share about
Public
Library, or the large old house that formerly occupied its site
at
now
live in
information
about the history of the property that the library now
occupies
-- if anyone can suggest a good
or
otherwise), it would be appreciated.
Abandoned
Pool Haunting
By:
jacksoule@cox.net
I
had an experience about 3 years ago at the age of 13. I does not haunt me at all today. But I can't help but look back on the day's
events and
shiver.
A
few years ago. I was over at my best
friends house, and I heard the story of the abandoned pool from his older
brother. I asked him about it and he
said he would show me, although he seemed reluctant.
The
pool's about half a mile back into a bamboo forest in between my friend's house
and River Farm (George Washington's Estate on the
Who's
There
By:
Perpitratin@aol.com
A
HOUSE I LIVED IN IN MONTGOMERY ALABAMA SEEMED TO BE BLESSED WITH SOME KIND OF
SPIRITS. I USED TO WAKE UP WITH someone SAYING MY NAME. I AM A VERY LIGHT
SLEEPER. NO ONE WOULD BE THERE, BUT IT WOULD BE EXACTLY TIME FOR ME TO GET UP
AND GET READY FOR WORK. THIS HAPPENED SO MANY TIMES I cannot COUNT, IF NOT MY
NAME BEING CALLED THEN A KNOCK ON A WALL OR DOOR? WOULD WAKE ME. I NEVER NEEDED
AN ALARM CLOCK. ONE DAY I WAS STANDING IN THE KITCHEN AND I HEARD someone
BEHIND ME SAY MY NAME, I TURNED TO SEE WHOM LET THEMSELVES INTO THE HOUSE TO
GREET ME, AND NO ONE WAS THERE. I WALKED ALL THROUGH THE HOUSE LOOKING FOR THIS
PERSON I HEARD DISTINCTLY AND ON ONE THERE. I NEVER SAW GHOSTS, BUT JUST MY
NAME AND KNOCKS ON THE WALL. ONE TIME MY SONS 9VOLT BATTERY CHARGED CAR STARTED
JUTTING FORWARD BY ITSELF. IT WAS OFF. NOT PLUGGED IN EITHER. THAT HAPPENED A
FEW TIMES. WE FIGURE THE BATTERY MIGHT BE LOW? WHICH CAUSED IT TO MOVE
SPORADICALLY. ONE NIGHT, I COULD NOT SLEEP FOR NOTHING, I LAID IN BED FOR AN
HOUR NEEDING TO FALL ASLEEP BUT COULD NOT. I EVEN TRIED PRAYING FOR THE LORD TO
HELP ME TO GO TO SLEEP. I JUST HAD THIS WEIRD FEELING ALL OVER ME, THEN THESE
THOUGHTS CAME TO ME TO PRAY FOR A FAMILY MEMBER. I STARTED PRAYING FOR THIS
PERSON AND PRAYED FOR A LONG TIME. FEELING I HAD NO CHOICE, ALSO WANTING TO SO
BADLY. THESE WORDS CAME TO ME AND WOULD NOT STOP COMING. SO I GOT UP AND
STARTED WRITING THE WORDS DOWN ON PAPER, IT WAS A POEM FOR THE FAMILY MEMBER I
WAS PRAYING FOR.( AUNT BUNT) I HAD STAYED AWAKE ALL NIGHT WRITING AND PRAYING.
EARLY LIGHT CAME AND THERE WAS A KNOCK ON THE FRONT DOOR, MY HUSBAND HEARD IT
AND WENT TO ANSWER THE DOOR, IT WAS HIS DAD, BEFORE HIS DAD SAID I HAVE SOME
NEWS, I BUTTED IN AND SAID IS IT ABOUT AUNT BUNT? HE LOOKED AT ME WEIRD AND
ASKED HOW DID I KNOW, I SAID I JUST HAD A FEELING. (SHE PASSED AWAY THAT NIGHT
FROM CANCER. ) I READ THE POEM AT HER FUNERAL.
The Sweetest Spirit
By:
PGFDEMT1970@aol.com
This
may not seem to be a scary story but one I would like to share to say not all
Ghost and Spirits are out to scare or hurt anyone, so my story begins like this....When I was about 6
or 7 years old I obtained a POW/MIA Bracelet from someone that was in Vietnam
(I honestly can not remember how I came to own this) but it has rested on my
wrist for many years (I am almost 35 now) I have always felt protected, loved
and warm thru out my life. During my
childhood and teenage years there were times when I would cry, but would feel a
sudden warmth and felt as if someone put their arms around me to shield me from
saddness. When I entered High School it
was a whole new ball game for me. Going
from a school of 250 to a school over 3,000 was a major step especially since I
was a shy person to begin with. So to
engage in coming out of my shell I joined clubs and such to try to blend in
with everyone else. One day after school
I had missed the last bus heading for my town.
I had to call my Parents to come get me and that made me have to stay
alone in the school until one of them arrived to pick me up. I mean don't get me wrong there were people
in the school, but not anywhere I was (This school was HUGE) So I went to my
locker (In the older part of the school) and got my book that I had intially
forgotten while trying to catch the bus home.
As I was opening my locker I felt a sudden "cool" breeze pass
by me and the hair on my neck and arms stood straight up. Once again after that happened it was
followed by a hugging sensation and warmth.
Over the years I had gotten use to that and very much appreciated it
when I felt down or sad about anything.
It always gave me a feeling of being protected. Over the years I have had many weird things
happen that I do not have explainations for.
Things disappearing from where I put them and then the next day would be
right where I had left it to begin with. The TV coming on by itself, the radio
coming on and turning the volume way up to 60's & 70's music. Stuff like that, I lived alone at the time and I know I was
not crazy and not to mention somewhat of a organized person. At the age of 29 I had a stroke (Yes, I know
it's a young age to have that happen, but it did) I lost my speech and use of
my right side. As I laid in that
hospital (after my family went home) The nurse on duty had cut my lights out so
I could try to rest. I laid in that bed,
not being able to talk or anything when all of a sudden a bright white light
appeared at the foot of my bed. Next
thing I knew a blonde male with blue eyes( I remember clearly that they were
blue because they reminded me of my own Fathers eyes) was standing beside me
brushing the bangs off my forehead and telling me everything was going to be
ok. Ok, let's think about this.....I am
laying there after having a stroke, not being able to talk, move or
communicate; however I was not scared in the least. I still had use of my left side and once
again I felt the warmth and hugging happening all over again. Well I recovered fully from that stroke, I do
have slight general weakness on my right side and from what Doctors told me it
will never be 100% again.
Moving
on with the story, after my stroke I had to retire at a young age, yes
retire. Seems that I was born with a
genetic blood disorder that was never detected when I was younger and that is
what caused the stroke. I now have to
take medications everyday and I am forever tired. Depression took me over and I went into a
major slump for awhile. I moved in with
my Sister who did not want me living alone anymore and she felt safer knowing
that someone would be around in case I got sick again. After moving in with her I was sitting in her
family room one day crying my eyes out.
For some weird reason I felt arms around me and a slight compression on
my cheek as if someone had kissed me. I
immediately felt secure and I swear I heard the words "I have always been
with you" Ok, Im thinking by this point I am going crazy from staring at 4
walls for several months, but then I heard "You need to know me" At that point I looked down at that POW/MIA
bracelet and felt the sudden urge to find out who this person was. So that very day I began my search and after
several weeks found his living siblings.
After talking to them verbally on the phone you can not believe in a
million years the pieces to the puzzle were put together finally. The Marine whos name I have worn most of my
life was born and raised in the same area that I was born and raised (Our town
was only 12 streets long) We even attended the same Jr. and Senior High Schools
even though decades apart. I was very
curious to know what he looked like and let me tell you I almost passed out
when his Sister told me he had strawberry blonde hair and gorgeous piercing
blue eyes. She offered to send me a
picture of him and I broke out in a sweat when I fixed my eyes upon the
photograph. This was the same person I
had seen that night in the Hospital. His
picture now hangs in my Family room and every so often that picture will come
flying off the wall. No matter how many
times I reposition it or fasten it, it still comes off. I have told his Sister about this happening
and she said "Don't worry, he does it to mine all the time too, he is just
letting us know that he is around us all the time" His Sister told me he was a sweet kid growing
up and was very much a prankster. He loved his family and somehow because I
have worn his bracelet all these years he is connected to me and me to
him. I know I am very much protected by
him. My home is warm and peaceful, with
a very calm atomosphere. I still feel
his hugs when I go thru my bouts with depression and they always help so
much. He is the most sweetest, kindest
spirit I have ever come across in my life time.
I have come across many others, but those stories are for another
time. I am sorry this was somewhat long,
but I needed to tell this story
Jonesboro's
Secret
By:
cindyhargis@bellsouth.net
We
owned a house in Jonesboro that was located on what use to be Carnes Plantation
Land. It is less than a mile down from
the the actual Carnes House which for some strange reason is for sell yet no
one will buy it. It is the oldest standing
building known from the Civil War, yet it is not glamorized as a visitors
center or nothing! We have moved from
our house. We could no longer bare the
lack of sleep, the "dead" walking all over the grounds, children who
glow from within coming to the back door wanting in. There was massive black shadows in the house
that mimic other objects untul you move what object cast the shadow on the wall
. The shadow remains. Civil war man on horse in front yard across
the street. Had "ghost
hunters" come out. They sent me the
pictures showing orbs, but if you look closer their are children in a little
tykes car and one by the big tree riding a rocking ride. If you zoom in on the picture, a form, I
think woman, possibly a witch is peeping out from the tree. There is so much I could not cover it all in
one email. The woods next to us 15 or 17
acres has no squirrels, and no birds except black crows. Nobody could ecplain to me why we do not have
squirrels and regular birds like you see everywhere else. When we first moved in all our animals died
(one we had put to sleep, very old and sick).
Tried to get help from churches none would come. We have vacated the home and it is now in
forclosure to be auctioned off next week.
No one is going to buy it because everyone knows, they just won't
acknowledge. The "high class"
neighborhood directly in front of our street is emptying out as well. Empty houses are sitting. Expensive houses. What on earth would cause so many people just
to vacate their homes and leave them ruining their credit?? I know!!!!!!!!!
House
in Wesley Arkansas
By:
HotSweetPleasure@aol.com
My
parents rented a house in Wesley, east in Washington County, Arkansas, when
they first moved to the Fayetteville area. They
went into the house and cleaned it before moving in. They found a
photograph of a girl which was lying on the banister of the stairs heading to
the 2nd floor. The picture was put in the trash, and it re-appeared there all
the time, through out the time they lived there.
The rocking chair was always rocking in the
living room. At strange times there was the sound of pots and pans rattling in
the kitchen like someone was cooking, when no one was there.
Things
were quite often moved from where they were left.
One
night my dad had to work late. Mom left his dinner in the refrigerator to heat
up. He got home put his dinner in the microwave. He went into the living room
and turned on the tv. Went back and got his dinner and brought it into the
living room. He sat in his chair, and sat the bowl of stew on the end table
next to the chair while using the TV remote to select a station to watch.
Something picked up the bowl and tossed it across the room and smashed it
against the wall over the tv.
My
brother was in the room directly over the living room. He had told me of many
times where he felt that whatever was there was going to harm him. He was
always finding things misplaced.
There
were continually unexplained goings on in the house.
My
parents wanted me and my family to come for Christmas in 1986. (I had
experience helping a lost soul, find his way to the astral world, which is
another story in itself!)
My
brother wanted my husband and I to use his room, as that was where most of the
activity took place.
The
first night there I just observed the goings on in the house.
The
2nd night I started the process that would guide the spirit to the astral
world. It basically consists of a certain prayer said night and morning.
The
men in the house got up early to go fishing. I stayed in the bed. I woke up
about 8:45 am. I Said the prayer.I lay there listening for any activity from
downstairs. Then A man in a civil war Confederate uniform came into the room.
He just walked through the closed door. I could see through him, but everything
was clear as to his appearance. He was tall, and thin, he had a scraggly
beard about 4 iches long and mustache.
His hair was streaked with gray. He had the full dress of the soldier including
a bayonette. He looked tired and worn out. I started shivering. He came to the
bed and pulled me out of the bed, slammed me against the wall, punched me,
tossed me against the wall seveal times. I was really scared. I am not sure how
long this took. I tried fighting back. He finally threw me back on the bed and
gabbed a pillow and held it over my face trying to smother me. I was struggling
trying to get free. Finally when I thought I was going to die, I screamed help
me Jesus into the pillow, and the soldier was gone. I got out of bed and ran
downstairs. My mother was sitting at the dinning room table drinking coffee. I
asked her if she heard me screaming for help, or heard the thuds and sounds
from upstairs. She said no. A couple hours later there were bruises on my body,
and I was in some pain from the attack.
The
photographs from Christmas day had what appeared to be a puff of smoke the
shape of a person, in the family pictures. I didn't try to say that prayer
again, I figured that whomever was haunting that house was a lot stronger than
I was.
I
am not sure where those photographs are or if they still exist. I know they
were Polaroids. My youngest brother may have them, or they may be in the box of
photos, that my sister has as my parents are now both deceased.
Frightening
Experience
By:
leonashanahan@hotmail.com
Thanks
for creating this web site and putting alot of uneased minds at
ease...
Sincerely Hi my name is Leona and I had a frightening
experience. I am now 25 yrs old but I was 16 yrs when this happened.
It
was a warm summers day and I was off for the summer holidays, but my mother was
working. So I was to mind my younger sister Lynda who was 14 at the time. My
best friend Carol called me to go swimming with her to the “Iron bridge” (this
is a railway track bridge that runs over a river) I had never been there swimming
before and I really wanted to go. So I left Lynda home on her own (making a
deal she wouldn’t tell Mam if I did a favor for her again).
When
Carol and myself arrived instantly I didn’t feel comfortable, I couldn’t put my
finger on it, but I couldn’t take my eye off of the opposite side of the bridge
even though there was nothing there. Carol jumped into the water but I couldn’t
go in. After being persuaded I eventually did. The current was strong so we
held onto the middle pole holding up the bridge. As the current pulled I felt
dragged towards the opposite side and absolutely panicked. I called for Carol
to pull me back and we got out of the water.
She
asked me what was all that about, and I could only tell her that I wasn’t
comfortable there and that I kept looking over, why I didn’t know. Then friends
of ours arrived and it was soon forgotten about. Later I realised the time that
Mama would be home shortly, so we all headed off separate directions home.
I
took a shortcut home because I had to get home faster than the others so I
headed off alone. While I was walking I couldn’t shake the feeling that
something was behind me. I kept stopping to look behind. It was an open field
and only 5pm in the day, really bright and sunny. The feeling was so strong
that I was convinced that Carol and the other had followed me and playing a
Joke. So I shouted that I knew they were there. When I got no reaction, I
shouted Not funny come on out, still nothing. I was confused. The looking at
the time I knew I was going to be late and I had to be home before Mam came
home. So I shouted again that I couldn’t wait I had to run. And that’s what I
did exactly run.
While
I was running I had a bad feeling in me that something wasn’t right. So I put
it down to that Mam had gotten home to discover that I wasn’t there and now was
extremely angry. But when I got home to my major relief she hadn’t arrived home
at all.
That
evening came so I rang Carol to sleep over at my house. (It was normal; if she
wasn’t at my house I was at hers).
Things
were great, we were cuddled up in bed and chatting about her boy friend when
the most frightening thing that scared the **** of out us happened.
We
were talking and the radio was blaring away when this presence (I just don’t
know how to describe it came into the room) Carol and me simultaneously froze
in the bed (no light pitch dark but the moon was bright so there was light in
the room) the radio went static. It was so overwhelming that my head started to
spin…and all the time my eyes were fixed to the far opposite corner of the
room. I could see nothing through vision but I knew that it was a MAN and a not
happy one…I got feelings of rage, extreme anger, confusion, murderous
feelings….my heart was threatening through my chest and I couldn’t move….Carol
beside me never uttered a word, never moved an inch…I was so terrified, but I
couldn’t take my eyes away. (my stomach and inside are jumping from just
writing this and I’m shaking)
It
felt like it lasted an eternity, while lying frozen flat on my back I managed
to grad Carols hand and she squeesed my hand so hard.
When
it passed or left without realizing it my whole body relaxed…I didn’t even
realise that every part of me was tensed up…and at the same time I felt Carols
hand relax and then the radio came back on.
We
both said “What the **** was that”, we were freaked out..
But
what happened after that I don’t know whether it was shock or what but was even
more weird….in a nice way
My
headed started spinning….I felt like I was drunk (but I didn’t even know what
the sensation of being drunk was at the time) I felt a real relieving presence
beside me comforting me and another two at the bottom (but these presences I
knew well I feel them all the time around me ( later I was told my a fortune
teller that I have three guardian angles – one my Grand Uncle and two Saints St
Michael and St Gabriel).
Then
Carol and my started talking absolute nonsense….we still never moved from lying
back down on the bed even though we were not experiencing the extreme opposite feeling….
I
described seeing a ladder above up surrounded by clouds and continuing up to
which I couldn’t see where it ended. Carol also could see it….It was so
peaceful so tranquil sooo relaxing I felt like I was going to dose off…I said
Carol I feel like I’ve been drugged or something and she just came out will
silly little giggles like a little child would do…..
And
then again it passed, and that’s when we sat up on the bed and looked at each
other we were totally back to normal…
I
think that that something followed me home, it was the same feeling I got down
at the bridge but no where near intense…and the after effect was my Uncle Jimmy
coming to our rescue and the peaceful dreamy feeling we experienced was him
trying to counteract and calm us down…
Carol
and me were never really able take about what happened after that…I have
questioned myself like she has…did it really happen, but that I think is us in
denial I know deep inside that it did and Carol has admitted that same, she
knows but we try not to think about. Even to this day nearly 10 years after I
go week inside and get shivers..
I
felt so uneasy in my house for weeks after that and slept the remainder of the
summer nights at Carols house….
I
would like to that My angles that came to our rescue that night and that I know
protected me throughout my entire childhood. I always felt them with me. I am
eternally indebted to them, as I know that they prevented that night from
worsening.
We
later learn that there has been suicides committed on that bridge, the most
recent being that a year prior a man had shot himself through the head with a
shot gun and even a year later another guy hung himself off the bridge…
FOOTSTEPS
By:
highlander_552002@yahoo.com
I have always believed , but I never told people, as I was always told,
"Are you nuts?".
Here
goes nothing.
STAIRS. I had just moved into this apartment
. The home was built around 1817 in Western New York
State. 1st built was the "wooden" small part of the house, that's
where my apt. is, & no one elses. The "brick" part of the home
was started around 1820 and continued untill the early 1900's. In 1847 the home the place was called
"DROVERS INN" as it was a
place to stop on a cattle drive from NY City to Chicago.
It
had at one time, eight(8) wine cellars in the basement. There have been numerous rumors over the
years that it was a station for the Underground Railroad during the Civil War.
My
basement, has been "sealed" up, there is no access to it at all, Only
the bathroom pipes comming thru the wall can be seen, and are located at the
bottom of my cellar stairs , why & when this happened, I have no clue!.( My
"basement" , under the WOODEN part of house is sealed, MOST of brick
part is open, and thats where the cellar steps start)
It
was late, around 12:30am, I was sitting on my Living room couch reading. My
dog, Caesar, suddenly woke up & started growling. I all of a sudden heard
"FOOTSTEPS" comming up the cellar stairs, as the door is located in
my living room. They continued up to the top step , and then stopped!. I put my book down and said " IS ANYONE
THERE?", then I got up, went to the
door, it was terribly cold, close to the door,
I said then, with my hand on the door, " PLEASE DON'T BE AFRAID, I
WILL HELP YOU IF YOU WANT ME TO". I
let "who ever it was " know I was a friend, was slightly scared, but was extending my
hand & heart in Love. It started to
warm up then.
I
have never had this happen again in the last 3years, but have had encounters in
the "brick" section of the house.
When I go into the cellar now, I still feel that someone, or something
is watching me from behind the sealed-up basement.
I
will let you know in another e-mail
about the actual physcial contact with a ghost I had, but that happened in the
Brick portion of the home.
The
Paranormal
By:
Anonymous
I
have had one strage experience of my own but I would like to share my cousin's
and
my
memmy's experience first. When my cousin was 2 years old his mother left so
my
cousin and his father (my uncle) had to move back in with my Memmy and Pappy.
My
Pappy was like a second father to my cousin. So when My Pappy died of colen
cancer
when I was 1 year old and my cousin was 13 he was devastated. Soon after my
Pappy
died whenever my cousin was about to do something stupid he would feel a hand
on
his shoulder as if to say you should think before you act. We all think that
that hand on
my
cousins shoulder is my Pappys, telling my cousin not to act before he thinks.
My
memmy's "Experience" is one that we dont even know if it really is an
experience with
the
paranormal. My memmy was taking a nap on the couch in the afternoon, (this was
about
4
years after my Pappy died) When she suddenly woke up and heard a knock on the
door.
Were
not sure if she was actually awake or asleep but she said she opened the door
and
saw a bright light and an outline of a man. She said "What is it?"
thinking it was the
Neighbor,
when all of a sudden it disapeared. We think that was my Pappy letting my
Memmy
know that he is there because around that time my Memmy was still very
deprested
about my Pappys death. Now to my experience if you would call it that,
Last
year when I was 14 my Great Grandmother died when she was 98 years old. I was
very
close to her and was very depressed when she died. Well about a week after her
funeral
I had a dream that I was in her house sitting on the floor and my Great
Grandmother
was
sitting in her recliner and she was looking at me and she smiled. After the
dream was
over
I woke up crying I think that was her way of showing she was still with me.
Curiosity
By:
clovince77@yahoo.ca
I'm
now 27 years old, and what happened to me was when I was 15. At the time, I
wasn't visiting internet sites such as this one. I did what I did because it
seemed like the rational thing to do.
My
first girlfriend and I had broken one year ago when she gave me a call, crying
and begging for help. Even though I wasn't a close friend of hers at the time,
she chose to tell me her strange problem. She first made me promise that whatever
she'd say to me, I wouldn't say that she was crazy. I swore and she went on.
She
told me that at the end of her life, her grand mother started to need help and
was not able to live by herself. She then started living in my ex-girlfriend's
house, sharing her room. One day, her grandma had a heart attack and was
brought to the hospital where the doctors were unable to bring her back to her
normal state. She was kept alive artificially by machines and her family
finally took the decision to "pull the plug" since there was no come
back to normal.
My
ex then told me that weeks later, funny things started to happen. Her grandma's
perfume would be floating around her room, she would feel her presence
around... She eventually was scared to
go to sleep there. On one occasion, she thought it would be fun to put a little
tent in her room and sleep in it rather than in her bed. She said she woke up
in the middle of the night, feeling something was wrong. She looked around and
found the cause of her bad feeling. The entrance of her tent was giving on her
grandma's rocking chair and she saw her grandma's sitting on it, rocking back
and forth. She was so scared that she couldn't breath well and she closed her
eyes hoping it wouldn't be there still once she opened them again. When she
did, she felt a relief since the chair was empty. She then got on her back and
looked up towards the ventilation hole on top of the tent and there she saw her
grandma peeking through it. She told me that her grandmother went from the chair
to the hole, then back to the chair and so on during a long period of time.
Once
she was too scared to sleep alone in her room and she asked her younger brother
to sleep with her in her bed. Of course, she told him nothing about a ghost in
the room. She felt reassured enough to sleep tight that night, but the brother
couldn't. He was scared as hell as he saw a shadow walking around in the room,
making noises. He saw it walk towards the closet, heard it moving different
things in it and he even heard pens fall onto the floor. At one point, he says
he even saw the shadow come right at him and he felt a cold finger touching his
belly for a few seconds, then it left.
My
ex told her parents about her misfortunes but they told her she was imagining
things, and that she was crazy. That's when she thought of my phone number. So
I told her that I didn't think she was what her parents had said, although I
was not convinced with her conclusions. I told her I would come tomorrow to
sleep at her place. I asked her if she had a recording machine and she did so I
told her not to sleep in her room that night, but to go in her brother's and to
let a virgin tape record any noise that could be heard in the room while she
wouldn't be in it. She agreed.
The
next day, right after school, I took the bus that led me to her house. She
brought me to her room. Once there, I asked her if she had taped the noises of
her room the last night as I had told her to. She had, but admitted she hadn't
dared to listen to it alone before I came. She also told me that she couldn't
be with me for the first 20 minutes since her mom wanted her to wash the dishes
first. I stayed in the room the whole time, waiting for something to impress
me. And something did.
Ten
minutes after she was gone to her duties, I saw her small garbage can jump at
least 5 feet away from where it was first placed, near the wall. It looked as
if someone had kicked it from the wall, although it landed standing straight. I
got up to see it from a closer range so I could find a logical explanation but
there was none.
Then
she came back and asked me if everything was alright. I told her that I really
felt like listening to the tape. And we did.
Something
most be told about the rocking chair that was in her room. The grandma's cane
was hooked onto it, so if we'd be rocking the chair with our hands, the cane
would knock the chair with both ends, making a repetitive "knock, knock...
knock, knock..."
On
the tape, we clearly hear my ex pressing the play-record buttons and then
leaving the room and closing the door. Then we start to hear the knocks on the
rocking chair. I first said that it must have been the wind of the closing door
that pushed the chair a bit, though the rocking goes on and on and on for at
least an hour. Eventually, that irregular rocking seems to give way to another
muffled sound, something we couldn't quite make out. Then the rocking
restarted, then the other unidentified sound. Rarely were those two noises
happening at the same time. In the last 5 minutes, we stopped hearing the
rocking, but the other sound became more present, more definite. Though it's
only during the last seconds of the tape that we finally could hear what that
weird sound was. Apparently coming closer and closer to the recording
microphone was a beating heart. "pum PUM pum, pum PUM pum..." The
intensity was growing at each cycle and then the tape ran out of time.
Although
that brought my curiosity to a much higher level, I didn't convince myself to
pass the night in my ex-girlfriend's room, especially since she wouldn't
herself. I was brave, but I had my limits and I slept in the guest room.
Nothing unusual happened after that. My ex gave me the tape for a while and I
played it to all the people that wouldn't believe my tale. It was always kind
of funny to see their face passing from white to green as the tape played on.
Then I gave the tape back to my ex and they both disappeared from my life
again. I've no clue about what happened after this.
Investigating
Noises
By:
taniadarby@usfamily.net
Hi!
My name is Tania. I live in St. Paul,
Minnesota. I believe my house is haunted.
Both of my grandparents died close to my house. First, of all both
grandparents use to live in Duluth, Minnesota. They would come down to help my
parents by babysitting my brother and I when we were younger. I bought the
house from my parents. When my grandfather died in April of 1990 or 1991 which
I was a freshmen in highschool. I remember it was a cold, rainly, windy and
bleak day. My grandfather wanted to walk to the store. My grandmother started
to get kind of worried about him and told me to go find him. I went to the
store to go look for him. I even asked a guy there. They said an old man was
taken to the hospital because he fell to the pavement and had a heart attack. Crying
and shocked I ran back home and told my grandma and called my mother at work.
They went to the hospital and find out that he was brian dead and suffered some
kind of stroke. The doctor said he was a bomb ready to go off any time. They
decided to take him off of life support. He died that day. The next morning I
got up to get ready for school. I walked into my kitchen to start a pot of
coffee and turn the television on. I usually turn it to the cartoon channel and
the TV turned to the news. My grandfather was a news buff. I knew it was him. Then my light over the
counter in the kitchen was flickering. I guess he was telling me in his own way
that he was doing well, that he was going to stick around for a while and don't
worry. Between that time to 1995 until my grandma passed away he was around. At
times he would give us a sign that he was still there. There was one incident
that my cat would stare in midair at the
end of the couch that my grandfather use to sit. He use to put her on a
leash and take her outside. I think she saw him. When my grandma died in May of
1995 and got a call from the hospital that she died that morning our male cats
were acting really weird. The room that my grandmother use to sleep in the cats
were in there. One cat was arching his back. I think my grandmother came back
to say good-bye and pack up her belongs and going on a trip with my
grandfather. To this day, on occasion I still feel their presents. Once in
along my light in the kitchen would flicker or my rottweiler would either bark
at something in midair or play with it. I am not scared because I know its
them.
Another
incident that is not related is my husband's father has an old house in
Wabasha, Minnesota that is quite old. I believe it was built in 1862. We were
doing some changes in the house. I just started doing some reasearch on the
house and on my husband's side of the family. We were down there around Labor
Day for a week and another time in the middle of September. Each morning we
would hear a knocking on the window were we slept. My husband and I would look
out the window and nobody was there. My husband said it probably was his
grandma or aunt haunting me because I was doing research on the family. I
figure it probably was a rodent in between the walls. But this has happened
already twice since I was doing the reaseach and when we were down there.
Another incident was when I was putting new curtains on the windows and I was
having problems with them staying on the rod. My husband, I and my
brother-in-law are going down to Wabasha to close up the house for the winter.
I will let you know if I hear any more knockings on the window or wall.
Grandpa's
Death
By:
J96147@aol.com
a
while back i had to go to the hospital to get a spinal tap. and like with most
other surgeries and such i had to have some morphine to num my back.well after
i had gotten the spinal tap i woke up frantically crying and telling my mom
about how my grandpa had died a couple years back. ( he was hit by a train and
no one knew exactly what happened except my grandma) well i went on telling her
in very explicite details everything that happen from what time he died and how
it all happen. i really dont remember all this. this is what my mom had told me
on they way home. she also said that i had told her that he was standing beside
her and telling her that eveyrthing was going to be alright. well the next day
she called my grandma and told her everything i said and my grandma told her
that what i had said was what exactly happened. i see my grandpa every once in
a while, like when im walking out the bathroom and i can see him in the mirror
out the corner of my eye. im just glad to kow thank i have someone who really
cares about me watching out for me.
Ghost
Experiences
By:
XFILE1219@YAHOO.COM
I
HAVE HAD MANY PARANORMAL EXPERIENCES.......THEY STARTED WHEN I WAS ABOUT 3
YEARS OLD. MY PARENTS TOLD ME THAT I
USED TO WAKE UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT CRYING THAT MY STUFFED ANIMALS WERE
FLYING AROUND THE ROOM. I ALSO USED TO
WALK AROUND THE HOUSE FOR HOURS AT A TIME WITH MY ARM UP IN THE AIR SAYING THAT
I WAS WALKING WITH THE MAN (WHO EVER THAT MAY BE).....HE USED TO READ THE PAPER
TO ME.
THE
MOST STUFF THAT I REMEMBER STARTED WHEN I WAS ABOUT 10 YEARS OLD OR A LITTLE
YOUNGER. THE FIRST TIME THAT I SAW THE
WOMEN GHOST (THAT I REMEMBER) WAS WHEN I WAS SLEEPING AND I HEARD THE FLOOR
CREEK NEAR THE ENTRANCE TO MY ROOM, SO I WOKE UP TO SEE WHAT THE NOISE
WAS......THAT IS WHEN I SAW A PROFILE OF A WOMAN FLOATING ACROSS THE ROOM AT
THE FRONT OF MY BED. SHE WAS WEARING AN
OLD VICTORIAN DRESS THAT LOOKED TO BE SHREDDING OR FLOWY AT THE BOTTOM. NOW BY THIS TIME I THOUGHT THAT I WAS SEEING
THINGS UNTIL MY CAT WENT TO CHASE AFTER HER....ONCE SHE FLOATED BY SHE
DISAPPEARED INTO MY VANITY MIRROR AND MY BED STARTED TO VIBRATE (JUST A LITTLE
BIT). I HAVE SEEN HER A FEW TIMES. SHE CAN ALSO BE HEARD HUMMING AND BEAUTIFUL
TUNE, WE HAVE ALSO HEARD HER SAY OUR NAMES.
THE
NEXT GHOST THAT I HAVE SEEN WAS THE MAN.
THERE ACTUALLY ARE 2 MEN. I HAVE
SEEN ONE OF THE MEN ONLY A COUPLE OF TIMES.
HE IS THE ONE THAT I HAVE SEEN ON SUNDAY MORNINGS WHEN THE CHURCH BELLS
ARE HEARD IN THE BACKGROUND (THERE IS A CHURCH A FEW BLOCKS AWAY FROM MY
HOUSE). I ONLY SAW FROM THE NECK TO THE
WAIST ON THIS GUY. HE WAS WEARING AN OLD
FASHIONED TUX. THE SECOND MAN HAS A VERY
DARK OUTFIT. I SAW HIM FULLY. HIS FACE LOOKED LIKE THE MOONLIGHT WAS
SHINING ON HIM. HIS CHEEK BONES WERE
VERY DEFINED. HE WAS TALL TOO. WE HAVE
HEARD HIM TALK. WE HAVE ALSO HAVE HAD
SOMEONE DOING HEAVY BREATHING ON THE BACK OF OUR NECKS.
THE
THIRD GHOST IS A BABY. I HAVE SEEN THIS
LITTLE GUY ONLY ONCE. HE WAS SLEEPING
IN THE FETAL POSITION WITH BLUE SNEAKERS WITH GREEN LACES AND RED SOLES. HE ALSO HAD BLUE PANTS ON AND LOOKED TO BE
ABOUT 7 MONTHS.
I
AM THE ONLY ONE THAT HAS SEEN THESE GHOSTS, EXCEPT FOR ONE TIME MY FIANCÉ SAW
IT IN THE BASEMENT. THE COME AND GO, BUT WHEN THEY ARE AROUND WE KNOW IT. SOME MORNINGS AND NIGHTS WE HEAR THE KITCHEN
CABINETS OPEN AND CLOSE AND THE CHAIRS MOVING AROUND WHEN NO ONE IS THERE. THEY ARE VERY PLAYING....THEY HIDE THINGS A
LOT AND YOU DON'T FIND THEM UNTIL MONTHS LATER, IF YOU FIND THEM.....THEY ARE
HAPPY GHOSTS. THEY USUALLY COME AROUND
EITHER EARLY MORNING OR BETWEEN 1:00-3:30 AT NIGHT. IT VARIES.
WHEN MY FATHER WAS PUTTING WALLPAPER UP IN THE LIVING ROOM ONE NIGHT
LATE, HE HEARD A WOMEN HUMMING AND HE THOUGHT THAT IT WAS ONE OF US, BUT WE
WERE SLEEPING. THESE GHOSTS HAVE CHANGED
THE RADIO CHANNELS, AND THERE ARE TIMES THAT THE RADIO WOULD COME ON AS SOON AS
I ENTERED MY BEDROOM ON A STATION THAT I OR ANYONE ELSE WOULD LISTEN TO. WE ALSO THINK THAT WE SEE CATS WALKING BY
THAT LOOK LIKE THE 2 OF CATS OUT OF 4 THAT PASSED AWAY LAST YEAR, BUT WHEN GO
TO SEE WHERE THEY WENT THERE WOULDN'T BE ONE THERE. WE ALSO TOOK A PICTURE OF ONE OF OUR FERRETS
AND THEY WAS A HUGE SHOOTING ORB NEXT TO HER IN THE PICTURE AND I BELIEVE THIS
TO BE OUR FIRST FERRET THAT PASSED AWAY 4 YEARS AGO.
WE
HAVE TAKEN PICTURES IN MY HOUSE TO SEE IF THERE IS ANYTHING....WE HAVE CAUGHT A
FEW ORBS ON SOME PICTURES THAT ARE REALLY COOL.
WE JUST TOOK ONE RECENTLY THAT THE ORB ACTUALLY HAD MANY FACES IN IT AND
HAD THE FIGURE 8 A FEW TIMES IN IT ALSO.....WE CAN'T FIGURE IT OUT, BUT IT IS
REALLY COOL! THESE ARE MY STORIES OF
EXPERIENCES. I HOPE THAT YOU FIND THEM
INTERESTING. THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME!!!
Family
Member
By:
momtozoey@yahoo.com
In
March 2004, I purchased my first home.
It was Great-Grandmother's home - who passed away in Jan. 2004. She was the original owner of the home, &
it was built in 1952. I live alone
there, with my 3 year old little girl.
My
Great-Grandfather, who also lived in the home, passed away in 1978 - a year
before I was born. He passed away from
cancer, IN THE HOME, in one of the bedrooms.
A
few months ago, while in the kitchen of my home, my daughter states,
"Mommy. . . . What is that man doing in my house?" I turned around, thinking someone was in our
backyard. No one. I said, "What man?" She then pointed as if someone were standing
in our kitchen, "That man right there." I had hair standing on the back of my neck
and goosebumps like you wouldn't believe.
I
have a VERY close, tight-nit family. And
after telling a few family members about it, one of my Mother's cousin's chimes
in, in tears. She told me that when she
was about 12 or 13, she was staying with my Great-Grandmother one night, and
saw "Pap's" ghost at the foot of her bed. She said she was so terrified - she was
unable to sleep the rest of the night, and kept the sighting to herself for
fear other family members would think she was crazy or making things up..
Since
my daughter's "sighting", I've heard (but not witnessed) doors in my
house opening & closing shut again.
Nothing really unusual, but there are times where my daughter will not
go into a bedroom alone.
Not
really sure what to do - or if there is anything to do about it. I am scared to sleep there alone (if my
daughter isn't there), only because I'm a little freaked out sometimes. But I know he's a family member, so there's
really nothing to be afraid of.
Anyway,
that's my story. :o)
Cat
Possessed
By:
djlarson_76@hotmail.com
Ever
since I was a young girl I felt that I had an interest in the spiritual
world. I would always jump at the chance
to read ghost stories and hear scarey tales.
I had never actually seen any solid evidence of a haunting in our house.
But I had always had fealings, heard things
and had many dreams. My mother
had experienced things in the house when she was young though. She grew up in the same house. But on to my actual story...
When
I was about 21, I shared a small apartment with a friend. This apartment was an old one story building.
My bedroom was ground level and a my window faced an old black iron fence. And on the other side of this fence was an old
cemetary. I had a cat at the time who was a very sweet and
calm cat.... Until I moved to that
apartment. I could just have been the
change of her surroundings, but she became very timid and rarely ventured out
of my room.
She
loved to sit in the window and I usually kept it open in the summer. One early morning, about 5am, I was startled
awake but what I think was a loud noise and my cat hissing and growling. I
immediately jumped up and went to reach for my cat to see what was wrong. She literally attacted me, bit my arm and
scratched at my face. I dropped her and
she ran out of the room. I followed and ended up in the kitchen with her. She saw me and jumped off the table and had
me cornered. I never had seen her act
this way, just crazy! She slowly started
walking toward me, growling and hissing.
I jumped up on the counter and said "what's wrong yoshi?" in a
loving voice. I swear she shook her head
and looked at me like she was a bit confused and gave me a soft little meow and
was completely normal after that!!! Now
dog lovers would chalk it up to this being just another crazy cat story, but I
have never experienced such a thing from any animal!! Thanks for letting me share
Me
By:
lmpaulchek@earthlink.net
Ok
so when I tell other people they look at me like I'm off my rocker but both my
father and my grandfather visited me before passing over. My first experience with this was with my
grandfather. Grandpa and I had a special
relationship and I always enjoyed spending time with him. While I was stationed overseas in
Years
later my father passed away. He died
suddenly and at home we were all started
by his sudden death. Since I lived about an hour dirve from my parents. I had stayed at the family home for the funeral. My children slept in what had been my
sisters' room and I made myself comfortable on the hideabed in my dad's
office. Sometime in the night. His computer came on, glowed green at me and
then slowly faded out. I should mention that when I say his computer came on I
mean that his monitor "glowed" there was no power actually going into
the computer. The surge protector, and
PC were off. Just the green screen which
was unusual since that computer's on status was a blue screen I never saw it
glow green before or after that night. It had come on bright enough and long
enough to wake me up and for me to realize the computer was on and sit up in my
bed before slowly fading back into darkness.
Although different from Grandpa's visit I felt as if Dad had said
goodbye and I felt better about his passing.
By:
Neilpy@aol.com
In
the late seventies, I bought an old house on
At
first, the old man said, it was only a one room cabin. Later as the family got
larger, the cabin was razed and a two and a half story house was built. Again,
as the house passed on through the family, an addition was added to the rear or
the house. I just wanted to give you a little history of the property.
After
the purchase, I was in the back yard clearing out the over grown vegetation. Under
the old back porch I found an old round-topped tombstone. It was half covered
with dirt. The tombstone was 12-14 inches high and 8-10 inches wide. Looked
like a child's headstone. The printing was in German. I don't remember what the
date was, it's been twenty-four years. I wanted to ask the old man what it was
but he died shortly after I bought the house. I kinda just pushed the thought
off.
All
this time I was in the Army and stationed at Arlington Hall Station In
Arlington, Virginia. On Fridays, I would make the four hour drive back to
One
Sunday night as I was sleeping in the rear bedroom, I woke up. I opened my eyes
and there about six inches from my face was on old man staring at me. His face
was so wrinkled and cracked. He looked like he was five hundred years old.
Scared the hell out of me. I opened my eyes and he was gone. It was that quick.
This
same thing happened several months later. Same sequences of events. The old man
appeared only twice to me. I still see his face like it was twenty years ago.
Several
years later, my time was up with the Army and I returned home, back to
One
night in May of 1982, My wife and little girl fell asleep on the couch while we
were watching television. I was sitting on the floor leaning against the couch.
The lights were out with only the light of the tv on. The tv was in the right
corner of the room just to the right of an eight foot wide archway going into
the sitting room. The lights were off in there also The sitting room lights were off, the shades
pulled. My little daughter had friends over earlier that evening. I sent them
all home about 7 that evening. All except one. She walked from the right side
of the archway in the sitting room to the left. She was about thirty inches
tall, dressed all in white. Long hair, Mid calf white ruffeled dress and white
shoes.
It was getting late and none of the parents
called me looking for any missing kids. I called out to the little girl but no
answer. I got up and went into the sitting room. She probably fell asleep and
just woke up. Being in a strange place she was afraid. I turned on the lights
but no little girl. I pulled the furniture away from the wall, no little girl.
Wow, what did see?
Two weeks later, I was in the third floor
craw space rolling out some fiberglass batting for insulation. I had to pull up
the two by twelve by eighteen foot floorboards to put the insulation down. When
I got to the back corner of the crawspace, I pulled up the last floorboard.
Under the floorboard was an old shoe box filled with letters from the 1884 thru
1889. Also a child's white pair of shoes and a black belt with a scalloped tin
buckle. I never saw the little girl again.
My kids told me they would hear someone
coming up the steps but no one ever entered the hall from the steps. Strange
house. The house was sold in 1985. Sorry for such a long letter, but I wanted
to write about these encounters for years. Thank You for your time.