Man
of the House
By:
NASHKTOWN@aol.com
When
I was a little girl I would often have nightmares and afterward would run
across the hallway to my parents room to sleep with them. One night after a terrible dream I went to
their room only to find the door locked.
I banged on the door crying that I was scared. My dad said, "Come on in the door is
unlocked." I tried and tried but
the door knob wouldn't turn. While
waiting for my dad to unlock the door, I glanced down the hallway into the
living room...I saw the figure of a man getting up out of the rocking chair and
coming towards me! Just as I screamed my
dad opened the door, I ran and jumped into the bed telling my parents what
happened. My dad went to get his gun
from the closet and ran out of the room.
When he came back he looked puzzled and said that there were leaves in
the foyer and the front door was wide open.
We never figured this one out. Oh Yeah, my dad said when he came to open
the door it was not locked he just turned the knob.
I've
seen the dark imps you wrote about
By:
enteranewseason@yahoo.com
I've
been around ghosts my entire life, for as long as
I
can remember. My house has had several unexplainable
things
happen. Doors open and close on their own when
no
windows are open, lights will flicker and blow out
only
in certain parts of the house (we have used the
same
lamps in other parts of the house, with the same
type
of bulb from the same box with no problems) When
I
was a child, growing up with my older brother we
shared
a room together. We were always told to clean
our
rooms before supper, and we always did. Every
night
when we went to bed our rooms were nearly
spotless,
but every morning when we woke up our rooms
would
be a mess. When my parents asked me about it I
told
them I thought it was a ninja (big ninja turtles
fan),
and they asked what I was talking about I told
them
that it was a man dressed in black messing
everything
up.
After
my older brother moved out, we switched rooms,
since
ours was bigger. In the room I have now, arguing
can
be heard from the restroom which was never
repaired
when we bought the house. The arguing goes on
for
about 3 or 4 minutes, getting louder and softer at
times,
which always ends with a muffled shout and
scream.
About 15 minutes afterwards, you can hear
sobbing.
My younger brothers hear it too, but my
parents
remain skeptics. They don't want to scare
them.
Now
to ask you about the imps. My friends and I heard
about
the Jewish Graveyard on
miles
away from where we live. We have had so many
experiences
there but since this e-mail is already
long
enough (I just wanted to let you know I have had
experiences
with this stuff throughout my life) I will
get
to the point now. The graveyard started out with
nothing
there, but as we went there more and more, we
saw
more. I haven't gone back since the last time we
were
there. My friend Jim, was in three different
places
at once. We sighted creatures just as you
described
being around the apparition that appeared in
your
house. There's more to the story, but I don't
want
to waste your time explaining all of this if
you've
heard about the graveyard before. If you are
interested
in hearing more about what has happened
there,
e-mail me back and I will gladly tell you
everything.
I will even take you to the graveyard
myself
if you want to check it out. To give you an
idea,
the last time we were there is the last time I
will
go there at night. My girlfriend and I drove past
it
two weeks ago (about two months since the last time
we
were there) and we saw a young boy, dressed in
early
1900's style clothes with brown knickers, a
white
shirt, a brown vest, and a brown hat. I have
been
there over a dozen times and never have I seen
anything
outside of the gates (it was the beliefe of
my
friends and I that they could not leave the gates,
because
they never had before) but the child was
crouched
down, on the edge of the ridge outside, as if
waiting
for us. This was nearly 2 in the morning, and
it
was raining but the child did not appear wet and
I'd
say that they appeared around 8 or 9 years old.
By:
Ajbyers1348@aol.com
My
husband and I lived at at this house for one year and had several experiences.
Our
apartment covered two floors, the 3rd and 4th.
The living area, kitchen, etc was on the 3rd floor, bathroom and 2
bedrooms on 4th floor. It started
slowly, like after I had gone to bed, my husband would think that I was awake
because he heard someone walking outside of the bedroom.
The
TV and clock radio would turn on or off by itself, sometimes change
stations. The bathroom door would
sometimes open by itself.
One
time after getting out of the shower, there was an 3 dimensional image in the
mirror of a man in a sports coat. You
can't see a face, but you can make out the shoulders, the lapel, and even that
one button is buttoned. I am attaching a
picture that we took. It's hard to make
out because it's a mirror, but you can see that it isn't something that we
could draw on the mirror ourselves.
One
time I felt, what I thought was my husband sneaking into bed as to not disturb
me. I felt the weight of his body behind
me, and then the weight of his arm over my waist just holding me. My heart was racing, like I'd never felt
before. I reached my leg back to touch
him, and everything vanished instantly.
Another
time, my husband was getting ready to come upstairs to bed and thought that I
was trying to scare him by the stairs, so he slowly creep up the stairs. When he got to the top, he saw a large black
shadow hovering at the top of the stairs, then it vanished in front of
him. He saw that shadow again at the
foot of our bed.
When
I told my daughter, who was out of state at college, that my husband had seen
something, she said "we all knew something was there, it's about time that
we saw it." The next time that she
came home, she saw it out of the corner of her eye.
When
we moved out of the apartment, we had two last trips to the truck, and when we
went to get the last box, the door was locked.
We didn't lock it.
Field
Trip
By:
totalhotness101@yahoo.com
hi,
when i was in 8th grade we went on a end of the year fieldtrip. now on that
trip it was me and 3 other friends. our trip was to
Lights
on the Floor
By:
showdown@means.net
The
lights I am going to try to explain have more to do with me, I believe, than a
particular place.
About
17 years ago, in
There
was an instance where my daughters and I watched lights move in the corner
ceiling of the living room. I ran to get
the camera but when the pictures came back, nothing appeared on the numerous
prints...but we all saw the lights.
And
about 4 weeks ago, it happened again, only this time, I am in
A
few days later, my 13 year old fell asleep in a recliner and woke to hear
voices, whispering incoherently behind the chair. She said she picked up a book and threw it
into the air and told whatever it was to , "Please, Shut Up!" but the whispering continued until she went
into her bed. I never said a word about
the light I saw, either. It all
disturbed me so much, I had to find a medicine man and ask him to please
advise.
Often,
I can smell freshly brewed coffee or something delicious cooking but visual
occurences are extremely rare for me. I
DO believe in spooks! I DO believe in
spooks! I DO, I DO, I DO!!!
Basketball
Player Noises
By:
Rmrette@aol.com
I
remember when I was young, around 9 or 10 year's old, I used to hear somebody
playing basketball around 3 or 4 in the morning. I would hear them say things
like "give me the ball, give me the ball"I would wake up to the
sound, and I would look outside and the yard would be empty with no one, or a
lot of times, I would hear something dribbling the basketball around our house,
I would wake up and nothing would be there, it was just really strange. I was
not scared but I wanted to know what was going on. This happened at least four
or five times a week. As best as I can remember, this only happened in the
summer. One time, my older brother told me that he heard the same dribbling
also, and he told me that the dribbling stopped in front of his window to his
bedroom. He felt like someone was trying to get in thru the window, so he
opened the curtain really fast, and nothing was there. very strange!!! I dont
know why it was basketball noises that we heard, if anybody has had anything
like this happen to them, let me know, thanks
By:
Rie7P@aol.com
I
am enjoying your websight. I was born and raised in
My
sister-in-law went with me. I was half way up the stairs, she was at the
bottom, and we both got extremely warm for a period of three to five seconds.
We couldn't get out fast enough.
This
home is also known for faces appearing in the mirrors, locking people in rooms,
and ghosts standing near you. Very creepy.
Most
of
The property I grew up on, is behind the
Black Forest Store. Nobody has ever been able to walk down the driveway from
the store to the house, at night, without feeling as if something were about to
eat you alive. It is horrifying, and as soon as you get to the light at the
house, it goes away.
Orbs are in every picture we have taken
there. I have several pictures with ghosts in them. They have been seen, heard,
felt, and smelled there. And, you will hear stories like these from any long
term resident. And, the new people wonder what's wrong with the place.
My family alone, could keep you busy with
stories for a week, about
Experience
By:
asreynolds@ameritech.net
After
receiving an email - Trick or Treat with your web sites haunted places listed
by state - I felt the need to write you.
I had an experience several years ago which I thought I knew what and
how it may have been - but after researching you sight.......I'm not sure
anymore. Here is my story and should you
have questions or comments....please contact me.
My
company had sent me and a co-worker to
I
watched TV for awhile, took a shower and then went to bed. Having been experiencing
"nightsweats" it was a sleepliness night for me. lol
The
next morning I woke up to find my night shirt was neatly folded and placed at
the end of my bed..........There was also the appearance that someone had been
sitting at the foot of the bed. I
actually thought it was maybe my dad as he had died a few years earlier.
I
said nothing to my co worker.
The
next day - class as usual - we again had dinner in the hotel.......then off to
our rooms. I had taken a bottle of wine
with me.
Enjoyed
a movie and then to bed. Before going to
bed - this was a suite room - I placed the wine bottle and glasses near the
sink area of the kitchenette.
Upon
waking in the morning - I found the glasses and wine bottle neatly placed in
the corner of the bedroom. I had not
moved them.
Upon
checking out that day - I asked the hotel clerk if there had been any reports
of strange things happening........she only replied - there have been some
reports but nothing founded.
Unfortunately
I can not find the exact dates I was there or the room number. But as I read the description of the Rosemont
Sheraton - it sent chills up my arms.
Have
you had other reports like this? Did I
actually experience a ghost?
Thanks
and I will now watch you website with great interest. :)
Experiences
in Illionois
By:
Anonymous
I
grew up in Suburban IL and have had a great many experiences throughout my life
(currently 24). As a child (5-10), I had
many experiences seeing floating faces/heads in my parents' house. One night, I woke up around 1:00 am. Whenever I would wake up in the middle of the
night, I would walk over to my parents' bedroom to get back to sleep (I felt
safter there). Our bedrooms were all on
the second floor. As I walked to their
bedroom, I noticed a white object over the staircase floating at about my
height. I wasn't sure what I was seeing,
so I walked down the staircase to see what it was. I looked up at it and saw nothing but a floating
white cloud. At this point I realized
that I could see through it and nothing was holding it up. I ran screaming to my parents' room.
Another
time I was sleeping over at my cousin's house (about age 12). I was always the last to fall asleep, and I
hated it since I was always scared of the dark.
An hour or so after everyone else fell asleep (two cousins, one brother,
aunt/uncle in another room), I heard the backdoor (along with the screen door)
open and close. I heard several people
walk into the house talking loudly (although I couldn't make out what they were
saying). They all walked into the room
we were sleeping in and continued to talk and otherwise make lots of
noise. I hid under the blankets until
the noise stopped. I never slept over
there again.
Ghostly
Experiences
By:
k_ryn0404@yahoo.com
My
name is Caryn, and I live in a small town on the coast of North Carolina. I have always been sensitive to paranormal
occurances. It began when I was small,
and my imaginary friend was actually my mother's cousin, who had died nearly 12
or more years earlier, I told her his name, what he looked like, how he
died-everything. That was just the
beginning, then when I was about 13 we moved into the home my grandfather grew
up in. My house is between 80 and 90
years old, my grandfather and his 13 brothers and sisters grew up there. My great-grandfather actually died in what
now is our living room. My sisters and
have experienced many creepy things.
Take me, I have actually seen my great-grandfather standing over
me. I was sleeping on the couch in the
living room-in the exact place where he died- and suddenly I woke up saying
something odd, and as my eyes began to adjust to the light in the room, I saw
the apparition of my great-grandfather.
He looked exactly like he did in the picture of him we have hanging in
our entrance way. He actually looked
multi-colored, like when the TV scrambles and you see all sorts of colors. When I was fully awake, he disappeared. Another time, I was sitting in my kitchen
floor, petting my cat. I had a
wife-beater in my hand, and I felt a cold breeze behind me, when I looked up,
my shirt was floating in mid-air.
Needless to say, I was absolutly terrified, but I actually stood there
trying to rationalize what had just happened!
I also don't like to be alone in my house at night, especially if i have
to go upstairs. It's not that I feel
unsafe, but I always feel like someone is directly behind me, breathing o my
neck.
My
sister lived with us with her son for a year, while her husband was away at
boot-camp. Her son was maybe between 1 or
2, and we constantly heard soft humming coming from his room when we put him to
bed. He would sit in the hallway,
staring at the wall laughing and babbling to someone he called Big Mama. We asked my grandfather about it, and he said
they always used to call his mother Big Mama.
No one had ever told any of us that, and we definitely didn't tell my
nephew about it. While they lived with
us, My sister was really screwed around with.
She went to the kitchen late one night to get a drink, and when she opened
the freezer to get some ice, she heard the sound of what she described as a
womans high heels, like they wore in the 40's-bigger clunky heels-and the
footsteps stopped at the edge of the kitchen door, and then directly behind my
sister, she heard in a whispered voice, "sshhh, hush." She ran out of the kitchen, leaving the
fridge open, and jumped on the couch where my mom was sleeping. She also was always awakened to a woman's
voice softly calling out her name. One
night she had gotten fed up with being woken up, and she sat up in bed and said
"great-grandma, please let me sleep, just please let me go to
sleep." From that night on, she
never heard her name being called again.
It's
not only the family that get messed with, it's our friends too. Once, my sister's boyfriend stayed the night,
and slept on the couch where my Uncle Tal had always slept before he passed
away. Lee-the boyfriend-kept on having
his feet thrown off of the couch; being in the middle of sleep, he didn't
really reguard it as anything, until he really woke up to his feet being held
up in the air and his legs being twisted back and forth. My college roommate recently came home with
me, and slept in one of the rooms upstairs.
It used to be my om, but that room never ever got warm, even in the
summer, when the upstairs of our old house is blistering hot, it remains
cool. Anyway, she woke up in the middle
of the night to see a man laying on the floor with his hands behind his head. He never moved, but he just stared at
her. When he disappeared, she got up a
turned on the lights, and slept with them on for the rest of the night.
I
could really go on and on telling you even more stories, but I think I've
written enough! I hope you enjoy my
stories, and believe me, these are true.
I wouldn't have spent so much time typing them out if they were
fake. I love the fact that our house is
haunted, I feel piveledged! And it seems
that everytime one of my grandfather's brothers or sisters pass away, our house
receives more activity! They are all
just coming back home I guess...
Haunted
Horses on the Los Pinos
By:
carpetc@centurytel.net
My
great grandfather and grandmother were in there cabin on the Los Pinos river
near the Colorado and New Mexico state line. It was late in the night or early
morning when they heard a stampede of horses coming down the canyon. They went
out to see what was going on and as the sound came aroun the corner there were
no horses just dust that was being stirred up as the sound ran by and faded off
into the distance.
Haunted
House
By:
MCBOSEAK@peoplepc.com
We
moved to this house 5 years ago, in Ray, Mich. on North Ave. between 28 &
29 mile roads.
Pictures
fell off walls, things were moved around, was locked out of the house for about
45 minutes. Money missing, then it would appear in another place.
Have
had a priest here to bless this house, it is a woman, seems to be in the crawl
space under the mudroom, the rest has a basement. Door of the crawl space kept
falling off, after the priest blessed it the door stayed on.
Have
seen her twice, she is a young girl dressed from the 1950's, hair like the
fifties.
This
house was built in 1968, but don't know what was here before, I know it was a
part of a farm. Don't know any of the history around here.
At
first I was a little nervous, but she doesn't seem to do anything real harmful,
more like tricks.
Haunted
Houses
By:
jfb77@bellsouth.net
in
Ephraim Utah i lived in a small house up the street from the park and i lived
there for threeyears me and mywhole family would always here little kids
laughing and the radio would come on even when it wasn't plugged in ,one night
when my aunt was staying at our house in the back room and something kept
waking her up that night she was hearing little kids laughing and screaming and
they kept yanking the blakets off of her
i dont know how many times and they would run acrossed the the bed and they would shake the bed to my brother said that people worshipped the
devil in that back room.
My
First Time
By:
brianboolos@bellsouth.net
The
first experience I had ever had with ghosts was when I was about 5 or 6 years
old. I was in my bed. Everyone else in the house was asleep. I noticed a figure that appeared at my
door. It was a nurse - old style uniform
with the little white hat on her head and she was carrying a tray with stuff on
it. The strange thing was that I did not
see her face, arms or legs. They were
there. but were black. She came to my
bed side and leaned over me a bit and then disappeared and reappeared back at
the door. She did this over and
over. I never heard anything and she
never did anything else different. I was
scared to death, but I think I knew that she was not going to hurt me. I finally pulled the sheets over my head and
eventually fell asleep.
My
Prophetic Dreams
By:
dkeeb1@eq.edu.au
I
have had four dreams of airline disasters which have come true. The first two were over a period of about one
year. I would have a terrible dream that
I was onboard a stricken airliner, falling to the ground, or crashing on
landing. Both times the dreams struck me
as unusual. Very real and the terror was
palpable. Both times I awoke the next
morning and heard that a major airline disaster had indeed happened overnight
as I slept. At this stage, after it
happening twice, I began to tell other people about it.
Years
later at University, I had told my friends about these two dreams, when a third
one occured. These were never the same
dream by the way, always different situations, places etc. If I had any details from the dreams such as
an airline or a city, these were never accurate. What was always the same was this feeling
that came with them. Real terror. As if I crashed with them myself. This third dream occured and I turned on the
radio after waking expecting to hear about the disaster, but there was nothing
on the news at all. I was quite relieved
that the other two occasions must have been just an amazing coincidence.
Later
that day, about 4 pm, I was listening to the radio when I heard an ad for the
news that night saying they had pictures of America's worst ever airline
disaster, which had occured about mid-morning our time. When I heard this I just about fell over.
The
fourth dream involved me. I was overseas
in Germany with a group of school students when I dreamt that we were coming in
to land in Australia and I was sitting a little past half way along the 747
three seats away from the left hand window on the aisle. We hit the runway very hard on landing, so
hard, that all the passengers gasped. We
stopped and then I somehow looked out a window on the otherside of the
aircraft, about two rows in front of mine, and I saw vehicles driving under the
wing. In the morning, I knew that this
was "one of those dreams" because it had that funny feeling to it,
but I knew it wasn't about doom and death.
I assumed that we had landed on a freeway.
Two
weeks later, we are coming in to land in Brisbane, our first touchdown back in
Australia, and I am sitting in the seat from my dream. The Jumbo is being tossed about like a toy,
and as we bank, I see Moreton Bay is white with foam from what must be VERY
strong winds. This is not going to be
pretty I think to myself, and I tighten my seatbelt a little more. We slam into the runway, and all passengers
gasp with surprise. The pilot applys no
braking force however and we scream along the runway for a few seconds. Then the brakes are slammed on, causing
everyone to gasp a second time. We then
come to a complete halt and the engines are turned off as we still sit on the
runway itself. Something's up here. One of the students from my group is sitting
at the window from my dream on the other side of the aircraft. He is pointing out the window and saying,
"Fire". I was about to jump
out the nearest window we he said "Fire-engines". Apparently, a front brake had overhea
ted
and set off a fire alarm and all the emergency vehicles were driving under and
around that wing o
their
way to the front wheels. The vehicles
from my dream.
My
Stories
By:
abeth1980@yahoo.com
I
have had strange things happening to me since I was 6 years old. Probably
longer than that but I dont remember. I have talked about them to very few
people but reading the stories on your sight made me want to share mine. Just so
you know, I am not crazy. Im a very down to earth, 24 year old, working mother.
The
first experience I remember was when I lived in NC as a small child. I was in
first grade, a little dramatic, as most girls are, but not one to make things
up. I was in bed one night, sleeping
like a baby, and I was awoke by a noise. When I woke up I could here the
drawers on my bedside table opening and closing. Of course I was terrified and
tried to scream for my mommy, but no sound would come out. I kept trying to scream
for what seemed like forever although Im sure it was only a few minutes. I
guess I must have fell back asleep from terror and exhaustion because I woke
the next morning and everything was fine. I told my parents, and they thought I
was dreaming. I accepted that.
Several
years later, still in NC but in another town and home I was awoke again in the
middle of the night. This time I hear what sounds like loud satanic music
coming from the basement. I also hear a dog barking (we dont have a dog, nor do
any of our neighbors) and the sound of chains being drug up the wooden steps
going into the basement. I assume that my parents have lost their minds, and I
get up to find out whats going on and to tell them to be quiet. . For some
reason I go straight to my parents room instead of opening the basement door.
Thank god for that because they are in bed fast asleep aparently not hearing
any of this. By this time all of the noise has stopped. I wake my mom and she
calms me and I fall asleep in her bed. Once again I am convinced that I am
dreaming.
Nothing
memorable happens again until I have met my husband and we are living in
Jackson Co, WV. There were little things over the years but nothing that stands
out to me now.
We
had lived in this house for almost 2 years when strange things started
happening. Every morning a little after
4 am the phone would ring one and a half times. Nothing registered on the
caller id and if I dialed *69 it would be the last number that had called the
night before. If by some chance I answered it, it was a dial tone. Every morning when I was in the shower
someone would knock on the bathroom door. For awhile I blamed this on my
husband or my daughter but soon realized they were both to lazy to get out of
bed at 6 am to play a joke on me. I tried not closing the door but then felt
like someone was watching me. My daughters toys would start talking at night on
their own and it was too often to be batteries going dead. I had a home
interior mirror hanging in my living room that fell on numerous occasions.
Granted it was heavy, but the nails were always still in the wall and nothing
was bent. This was all very creepy but nothing to get to excited about. A few
months after all of this starts to die down, I wake one night to see my husband
standing in front of the window as if he is staring outside. I speak his name
and reach out to him and he steps back without turning to me and vanishes. I
sit up and in doing so realize that he is lying beside of me asleep. In a
panic, I wake him up. He can tell that I am scared to death and it scares him
too. We check on our daughter and she is fine but we still dont go back to
sleep. To be honest I didnt sleep for quite a while after that. This time I
knew that I wasnt dreaming.
Everything
is quiet for a few months, and I have put all of this in the back of my mind.
Then, I am lying in bed one night fast asleep and I
wake up to this loud humming in my head. I cant move a muscle, and I cant make
a sound. I can feel that my hand is on my husbands leg and I try to squeeze or
pinch or anything to wake him but I am paralyzed by something. This is when I
think, Oh my god, Im dying. It felt like everything was fading far away. I
could open my eyes but it was too dark to see anything. I fought this with everything inside of me
and eventually I felt a pop, like a seal breaking inside my head and all senses
came back to me. I was hysterical. There was nothing anyone could do to calm
me. I was scared to death to go back to sleep. I didnt not associate this with
anything paranormal. I thought that something was physically wrong with
me. Even after several check ups I still
didnt believe I was ok because their had to be an explanation for what
happened. Then I visit this web site and I read a story by a boy who has had
this happen to him. He calls this expereince "Pe Um", I think. I dont
understand what it means but I know it sounds like what happened to me. It has not happened
again and that was over 3 years ago. I hope that it never happens again!!! We
have moved to a new home and we are the first family to live in it. So
hopefully there is no presence that I can attract, because I really feel that
it has something to do with my personally.
If
you have any information on "Pe Um" please share it with me. Also, is
it possible that the same spirit was causing all of these things in all of the
different places Ive lived? I would like to try to understand a little better
what might have been happening.
Thanks
for reading my story. It doesnt sound as scary when you put it in writing.
My
Story
By:
alexgodsson@hotmail.com
Hi,
my name is Alex, and it was about 7 year ago I had my first supernatural
experience with earthbound spirits. It was around 3am (I'm not sure about that)
when I would wake up to find a figure of a woman standing at my bedroom's door.
With long hairs covering part of her face, she was looking straight at my eyes.
I got startled in bed and the only action I thought I was able to take was to
scream. So I tried but at the same time I opened my mouth to give it a scream
she, the figure, just reached out her right hand with the arm supernaturally
outstretched and held tight my neck. At this time my whole body was trembling
out of control and I just could use one thing as an weapon at those frightening
and endless seconds: "namely, my mind". And I did. I thought: "
Oh God! Please drive this woman out of my room!! help me please, help me
please!!"... So oddly enough, the figure roared in a loud voice and fled
away from my room, after had her left eye stared upon my head (the right eye
was covered). After that my room was filled with a supernatural light and I
started feeling peace. So the light was fading out and I fell asleep again.
From this day on, neither the figure nor other spirits has appeared to me at
any part of the house...(thanx God!!).
My friend, if you are constantly suffering
with haunting, ask God for His light to protect you from darkness. God bless
you all !!
Old
Dick Hatch
By:
jellyfish@highstream.net
Hi,
my name is Kaitlyn, and I love ghost stories. Though I have never experienced a
haunting that I am aware of, I would like to share a story that my mom told me
about.
When
my mom was in tenth or eleventh grade, she had a good friend named Dick Hatch.
One weekend, Dick and a few of his friends decided to go swimming in a stone
quarry.
Dick
and his friends were having a great time, until Dick slipped on a rock and fell
in the water. He hit his head on a rock and was unconscious, so he drowned.
Later
that night, the news was out that Dick Hatch had died. When my mom found out,
she and her boyfriend decided to go to the funeral. They went, and later
decided to bring back some flowers for Dick's grave. They drove around in the
cemetary for a long time, trying to find Dick's resting place. Then, all of a
sudden, standing about ten feet away behind a bush, they saw Dick, smiling
happily. He yelled,"Hey!", and disappeared. My mom's boyfriend looked
at her. "Who did you just see?" my mom asked, in complete shock. My
mom's boyfriend, dumbfounded answered,"Dick Hatch." My mom agreed.
They drove the ten feet where the ghost of Dick Hatch stood, to find his grave.
This
story is not scary, but I felt chilled when my mom tole it to me. I am
thirteen, and I have never experienced anything like this, but I think that in
everyone's life, if even just once, everyone will meet a ghost.
Two
Ghosts in the House
By:
nataliesan@hotmail.com
Over
the past couple of years I have began to have more and more experiance. I have
always been interested in paranormal activities. As a child I have felt sprits
around me. But there are two recent events that have kept in my mind.
About
a two weeks ago I had the opportunity to baby-sit my friends little girl. The
night before my friend told me that she feels uncomfortable in her house. She
told me that at night the baby will cry in her sleep, but when the pick her up
she continues to sleep.I did not feel anything and thought that may the baby is
just being a baby, so I just brushed her off. The next day while babysitting, I
had just put the baby down for a nap I laid down next to her so I could take
one too. As we laid there her leap frog toy started to sing. I thought that it
was what the new toy, the type that go off to let you know to turn it off. The
toy would go off every 3 minutes. The third time the baby was getting upset so
I sang with the toy, when that song ended it began to repeat over and over
again with out stopping. At the same time the room temperature dropped and I
had goose bumps all over my body not to mention my hair stood up. All of the
sudden it all stopped and I was my friend walking up to the house. My friend
later informed me that they often hear footsteps go up and down the stairs and
something playing with the toys at night when the baby is in bed with them.
My
second experience was late one night. I have to tell about my house to explain.
I live in a cottage behind my parents house (I am still in college). My parents
house was the second house build next to the original house built in the
1930's, which is falling apart so bad that we can not walk in it. At the time I
had just moved in to the cottage and did not have a frig. At night I would walk
to my parents house to get things to drink and eat. I had been up late studying
at about 12 pm I went to go get some thing to drink. On the way over there I
heard my mother calling me "nat-nat". I stood under her window and
yelled "what". She did not answer me. So I went inside to the
kitchen, poured a glass of juice and I
heard my mother again. I walked down the hall, into her room and asked her what
she wanted. She told me that the did not call me, and I told her not to lie to
me (we are good friends). I asked my dad if she was telling the truth and he
said yes. I walked out thing to myself that I need to go to bed and sleep. As I
walked by the old house I heard a lady call my name "natalie" in the
most haunting way. She said it in the way that someone would do to scare a
friend. I know it was not me and not my mother. so who was it?
As
far as I know we have two ghost in the house. A lady in a old fashion night
gown- see by my father, and a young little boy who was killed by a car driven
by his grandpa who did not see him backing up (we have neighbor who knew the
family before us). The boy is seen by my mom and children. He makes himself
known when he plays with toys.
Thank
you for letting me share my stories,
Physo
in Sac
By:
marshabowling@hotmail.com
I've
read all these unbelieveble stories, and I'm finally convinced to
submitt
mine ( although reluctantly ). Well, I'm somewhat of a normal
person,
I'd like to believe.
I
was about six monthes pregnant with my first son. My husband and I were
living
in a studio apartment at the time. He had a graveyard shift position
and
was gone for the evening. I had fallen alsleep and it was approximately
5:00
something in the morning, and I was suddenly woken up! For no apparent
reason
what so ever. We had queen size mattress laid on the ground next to
the
wall (the wall being on my right). This large shadow of a man had come
right
through the wall on my right hand side. Now, there where shadows on
the
wall cast from the window directly across the room. I could see the
shadows
of the trees and knew that this shadow was much different. It was
only
obvious! It was walking like any normal man. I had enough time to
realize
that I must indeed be dreaming. Well at the end of the bed to the
right
is the hallway that leads to the front door. I without a doubt, saw
the
man shadow turn the corner. I was so frightened that I almost called the
police!
I had enough sense to talk myself out of it. Instead, I called my
husband
who rushed home (thank god he worked five minutes away). I tell you,
those
five minutes seemed an eternity!!! He found me in a state no one has
ever
seen me, being that I'm a unusally attractive woman. I had snots
running
down my face and my hand was still wrapped tightly around the
receiver
of the phone, because I hadn't hung it up. He had to literly pry it
from
my knuckles. I remembered one odd thing about the shape of the shadow
thingy.
It was very tall and had a short neck.
About
two weeks later, I found out from my mother that my stepdad had passed
around
that same time as my visitor appeared. when asked to describe my
stepfather.
He is a very tall man with a short neck. Things that make you go
hmmmmmm..........
Picture
Story
By StacieShepley@yahoo.com
My name is Stacie and I have a story that might interest you.
My father's mother died when I was 1 year-old after a long 5 year battle of brest
cancer. Since I was too young to remember her, I often asked questions about
her. I was told she was a very sweet woman who cared greatly and loved her
children and grandchildren. She worked hard her whole life and supported her
two kids and husband. My father joined the Air Force right after High School
and left all of his childhood pictures behind. My grandfather wasn't a very
nice man, who has recently deceased. After my grandmother died, my family never
made a visit to see my grandfather or even visit the home where my father grew
up.
My father was station at an Air Force Base
in Anchorage, Alaska and I was the youngest of four children. I believe I was 4
or 5 when this incident occurred. We were living on military housing and woke
up one cold morning. My mother was the first one awake and walked into the
dining room to find an old picture of a toddler sitting on a catch surrounded
by Mickey Mouse stuffed "dolls" laying right on top of the table. My
mother asked all of us kids where the picture came from but no one had a clue.
We were all puzzled. My father came into the dining room and my mother asked
him. He recognized the picture right away and said that was a picture of him as
young child. My father loved anything to do with Mickey Mouse as a child. He
hadn't seen that picture since he left home and no one could explain where it
came from. According to us, all of my fathers pictures from his childhood still
remained in the house he grew up in, in Milwaukee, Wisconsin.
I believe my grandmother visited us that
night. This incident in no way scares me and I often embrace it and cherish it.
I like the fact she still hangs around. I often hope she will do something like
that again. Maybe she does and I just don't realize it. I come from a very spiritual
family when it comes to stuff like this and we are very open minded to these
situations. We still have the picture to this day framed in our living room.
Sometimes, I still get real weird feelings
that she's still around or something is hanging around. This may sound funny
but I'll be blowing drying my hair and flip it around to almost see a figure of
something looking at me. I often get this feeling when I'm taking a bath of
shower. I seem to have inherited something from my living grandmother and
mother. My mother has done Tarot readings for almost 15 years now and my
grandmother does charts for people.
"My
Friends"
By:
KristinV963@aol.com
As
a child I use to make my mother set a place at the table for "my
friends." Or she would find me
talking to my "my friends." As
I got older I know things before they will happen, I know when the phone is
gong to ring, I get physically sick when something really bad is about to
happen and I do see dead poeple..lol. I
finally told my husband after a year of marriage and he replied "oh
right" and would laugh when things would "happen." I have a few stories that I would like to
share with you...
After
we moved into our new house, my son had his own room. He was only 3 years old and would wake in the
middle of the night crying and come to our room. I new the reason and would let him come to
our bed. My husband would just say he
was not use to being in his own room.
Finally one night I asked my son to explain what was happening. He explained that Grandpa would wake him and
ask him to play, but he could see through him and that was scary and he was to
tired to play. My husband ask him to
describe the man to him, and he described my husbands late grandpa, in his
suit, that he was buried in. My husbands
grandfather had died 4 years ago and we rarely spoke of him because it was hard
for my husband because they were extremely close. So we didn't know how my son new curtain
details of him. A few nights later my
son came to our room again. I looked at
my husband and explained to him to go in our sons room and tell [him] that it
is nice that he is here and wants to know our son but he is scaring him and to
stop. My husband giggled and walked down
the hall. I heard him talking and then
he came back to bed. I asked him what he
said and he just said go to sleep. From
that day on my son has not woken up because of Grandpa again.
I
don't have any memory of this night but was told by my husband..
One
night my husband said he came to bed and it was cold in our room, so he crawled
into be and began to cuddle with me. He
said I had a weird look in my eyes and was talking alittle funny but he thought
I was joking with him. He says that I
began to kiss him "differently" than I usually did. And he got a strange feeling. So he keep asking "Kris what's wrong
with you?" and I wouldn't answer.
So he got out of bed and went to the couch.
The next morning I woke up sick. He asked me what was wrong with me last night
and I said why. And he told me what happened. That night we went to bed together and he
awoke 2 hours later to the vacuum running.
He walked to the front room and turned it off. Thinking the cat must have turned it on. He walked back into the bedroom to see a
"red light" next to my side of the bed. And he said he bursted out "LEAVE"
and it vanished.
After
talking about it later we think that someone or something was in my body that
night.
Growing
up I was best friends with my grandmother we were very close. This year she got
very sick. She ended up in the hospital
for months. Getting better then getting
sick again.
The
doctors didn't know what to do, so after a long discussion on what to do,
They
brought my grandmother home from the hospital to allow her to die on her
own. The doctors explained that she
could live weeks or days depending on her body.
The
day she came home all the family gathered to look at pictures and listen to her
favorite music and just to be at her side.
The home nurse brought in an oxygen tank and said that when it was gone
to just take the mask off and that would be it, then it would be up to her.
So
after a few hours of crying, laughing and remembering my sister had a late
night MRI to go to so my Mom decided I needed a break so I should go with
them. On our way to the hospital we
noticed that a storm was moving in (that's a whole other story about that) and
my Mom said "Here comes grandpa to take grandma" and laughed. After the appointment we came back to my grandmothers
home and a few members of our family had left.
I went into her room and my sister was at her side and I stood
there. My grandma opened her eyes and
stared into mine. And this is what I
heard.."I love you so much and I will miss you.. Please let me go."
With her not speaking a word. I heard several other voices also. So I bent down
and removed her oxygen mask. I turned to
my uncle and said that's it right. And
he nodded. A few moments later my
grandmother stopped breathing and I panicked and my uncle said its all right
she's been doing that all night and she began breathing again. I went out of the room crying and I told my
sister to go get my aunt so she could tell grandma good-bye. My aunt came back and freaked out at me
because my sister told her that grandma had died. We yelled back and forth and when out side to
get in my car and leave to get away. I
started my car my husband came out and yelled to me. When I open the door to ask him what he said
that she had died. I went back into the house and my aunt came and hugged me
and whisper thank you because she wouldn't have been here, and she was
sorry. I walk into her room and she was
gone. She looked so peace full and I
fell to my knees next to her and sobbed.
I grabbed her hand and I could hear her saying thank you. I feel grateful that she asked me to let her
go.
I
have several other stories that I could tell..If you are interested please let
me know
Theatre
Ghost
By:
Anonymous
When
I was in high school I worked for a couple of years at a shabby old historic
movie theater called the Tally-Ho in Leesburg, Virginia. The name of the theater is a nod to the
longtime tradition of foxhunting in the area--"Tally-ho!" is what you
yell when you first see the fox. First
some background information on the building:
The Tally-Ho theater was built in 1923.
Since its earliest days it has had a print of a famous painting,
"The Horse Fair" by Rosa Bonheur, hanging in the entry of its lobby.
Originally the building had only a single theater, showed silent pictures and
was segregated--the lower level was for whites, the upper balcony for
blacks. The place was remodeled in the
80's and split into two screening areas.
The upper level had been closed off to the public for decades and was
used partly for storage, partly as a walkway to the office and projection room.
The seats remained and often employees would watch movies up there and sneak
their friends in. It wasn't wired for
Dolby, but hey, it was free.
I
began working at the Tally-Ho in 1995 when I was sixteen. A coworker home on
summer break from college told me, "Hey, you know about the ghost,
right?" I said no, and he proceeded
to tell me about Cliff. Cliff had been
the projectionist at the theater about 10 years before. Apparently he had been a weird sort, the kind
of creepy old guy that gawks at teenage girls.
He loved the Tally-Ho, though, and spent most of his time there, not
leaving much except to buy soda and cigs from the 7-11. One afternoon it was showtime for the
matinee, so the manager, Mike, pushed the buzzer on the intercom. This was usually Cliff's signal up in the
projection room to start the movie.
After about fifteen minutes, a customer came out and asked why the movie
hadn't started. Mike thought that maybe
something had gone wrong with the film.
The Tally-Ho has always used this old fashioned system that strings the
film from several huge rotating platters all over the room to feed it into the
projector--picture a celluloid spiderweb with the strands moving at 26 frames
per second--and the film has a tendancy to shred or burn through fairly
often. Shredded film (where the picture
is fine but the holes are ripped so it can't feed into the projector) has to be
spliced with tape, frame by frame, and can take forever to fix. So Mike figured Cliff was in the middle of
splicing a bad shred, and went upstairs to help out. The projection room is situated so that you
have to turn round a sharp corner and go up a narrow little flight of stairs to
reach it. Mike turned the corner and
found Cliff sprawled dead on the stairs.
He'd had a heart attack and simply dropped dead. The paramedics came, but of course were too
late, and the theater staff kept everyone in their seats until the body had been
removed so that no one would get upset.
The
summers of 1995 and 1996, all of us eventually saw and heard and felt things
that we attributed to Cliff still hanging around "his" theater...but
I suspect, and I think we all did, that Cliff was not the only spirit in
residence. There was something seriously
wrong with parts of the building. For
instance, there is a back room behind the box office where the ice machine was,
and usually we'd go in there when we arrived for our shift and change clothes
(button-down shirt, vest, bow tie, the works).
I hated changing in that room. It
was tiny and well lit and crammed with junk, but I always felt like something
was watching me and wanted me out of there NOW.
As in, a distinct feeling of GET OUT.
In 1996 a psychic that walked the building cold (we didn't tell her
anything) said that the back room had a lot of negative energy, but the rest of
the lobby area and box office were clean.
Whatever was in that room, though, was NOT Cliff. I came to know Cliff as a watchful but
harmless presence, sometimes playful in a creepy way and interested in the
daily goings-on, but never predatory the way that back room felt. Theater #1--the "old" theater, with
the projection room stairs above it--was the same way. It just didn't want you in there. Theater #2, the "new" theater, felt
so safe we'd go play hide and seek in the dark between the seats. No one ever suggested doing that in Theater
#1, we all knew better!
The
first bona-fide Cliff sighting that summer came when one of the other employees
went up the rickety wooden stairs to go to the upstairs storage room to do the
nightly inventory. After five seconds
she came rocketing out the door and gasped that she'd seen a man at the top of
the stairs, leaning over the railing staring down at her. We all rushed up but found nothing. Now, this girl probably would have made up a
story to freak us out, but after that incident she paid people to go do her
inventory for her. She avoided the
upstairs like the plague...and she wasn't the type to carry a made-up story
that far. Over the course of two years
other employees would voice unease about being upstairs. It seemed, though that the people who got the
most freaked out were those who didn't like working there very much. I strongly suspect that Cliff knew this and
was intentionally making them uncomfortable.
When I was a new employee and was sent upstairs for routine duties, I
had the feeling several times that I was being sized up. I figured if it was Cliff, then I should talk
to him. I told him that I liked working
at the theater and that I had to be upstairs to do my job. Which was true--I really loved working
there. And of all the employees I was
the only one who never saw Cliff or felt panicky upstairs. I guess he figured he could trust me! :)
The
projection room stairs were definitely the weirdest place in the building. Not the scariest, but the weirdest. Anyone who walks up those stairs immediately
has the feeling of vertigo. I always had
to climb up on all fours, the feeling was that strong. Most people get lightheaded enough to stop and
have to catch themselves on the railing.
The lights from the playing movie in the room above flicker on the wall,
giving an effect similar to a mild strobe light, which may have something to do
with the vertigo. But the feeling
subsides when you get the the projection room itself, which is an epileptic's
nightmare, the flickering light is so strong.
It's the stairs that get you...and remember, that is where Cliff had his
fatal heart attack.
The
last Cliff sighting I remember occurred one afternoon during a matinee. We were a small staff at that point and were
all in the lobby area goofing off, playing video games, etc. Suddenly from overhead we heard what sounded
like a piano being dragged across the floor.
We looked at each other and someone suggested that the manager was
moving stuff. We heard the noise
again. And then the manager walked out
of the restroom---which is on the same level as the lobby! There WAS NO ONE upstairs! The kicker came when the movie let
out...Theater #1, as it happened, home of the projection room stairs. One of the customers conversationally
mentioned to me that she didn't know we still allowed people to up in the
balcony. Thinking she was referring to the seats that were still up there, I
said, "We don't, ma'am." (None of the employees were up there that
day.) She said, and I will never forget
this: "Then who was that man sitting up in the balcony watching the
movie?" Now, we were an all-female
staff at that time...there were no men who could have been there! I excused myself and rushed upstairs, brave
in a way only a sixteen year old with no concept of danger can be, thinking it
had to be a homeless guy or something. I
found....no one. The upstairs was
completely empty. The only man she could
possibly have seen was Cliff!
Ugly
Man
By:
Fbezerker@aol.com
My
name is Erica and this is my ghost story.
When
I was 12 or 13 years old, I would baby sit for the neighbors next door. I watched their five year old son, Justin,
quite often. One night, I was asked to
watch Justin and his cousin Christy while their parents went out to dinner and
a movie. Christy was around 4 years old.
I
arrived at the neighbor's house and was introduced to Christy. Justin and Christy's parents left for the
evening it was around 7pm. We sat on the
floor watching TV in the den and played games.
We were getting along great and having a good time. At some point, I got up off the floor and let
their poodle outside by opening the sliding glass door in the den. It opened to the backyard. I sat back down on the floor and continued to
play games with the kids.
AND
about 30 min. later, Christy jumps up from where she was seated and starts
screaming and crying shouting at the top of her lungs, "Ugly man, Ugly
man" and points towards the kitchen, which was visible from the den. My back was towards the kitchen and I jumped
up and snapped my head around and saw absolutely nothing. Christy kept screaming "Ugly Man. Ugly
Man" and crying. I looked over at
Justin and he sat there looking at the kitchen with his mouth open.
I
looked around the kitchen and the other parts of the house and found no
one. I realized that I left their poodle
out side and it was standing calmly at the door wanting to be let it. So, I let him inside and locked the door.
This dog always barked and jumped all over everyone. I didn't think anyone came inside from these
doors. I tried to ask Christy where the
man went after she screamed at him. She
could not answer me and kept crying and screaming for her Mommy. Justin began crying and I asked him what he
saw, since both he and Christy sat on the floor facing the kitchen. He started screaming "Ugly, Man, Ugly
Man," too. And he even yelled for his Mom and Jumped behind the sofa.
I
was scared out of my mind. I had a little
girl who would not stop crying for her Mom and Justin was hiding behind the
sofa. So, I phoned my Mom. Luckily, she
was home and came right over to their house.
She was shocked at how hysterical the little girl was and looked around
the house. Still we found nothing. My Mom lectured me about not locking the
sliding glass door, but she knew that the dog was extremely hyper. She eventually left and told me to call her
if I needed her. Justin eventually
stopped crying and came out from behind the sofa. But Christy screamed and
cried all night long. She sat in my lap
and clung on for dear life until her Mom finally came back. She would never say anything except
:"Ugly man".
The
scariest thing about that whole evening was never seeing anything. Christy was scared out of her mind. I keep wondering about that night and wonder
if she saw an intruder or a ghost. I just don't think an intruder would be
frightened away by a four year old girl catching him in the kitchen and
screaming at him. Also, that darn poodle was so hyper and annoying that I can't
imagine someone sneaking past the dog.
So, I'm left with the feeling we were visited by a ghost.
Bishop
Conaty High School
By:
jessica@durkeeandassociates.com
I
attended Bishop Conaty High School in Los Angeles from 88-92. The school was built in the 1920's and was
the first Catholic girls high school in the city. The original building was said to be haunted
by a student who committed suicide by jumping off the gymnasium roof. That building has since been demolished due
to earthquake damage and the school was rebuilt. The only surviving part of the building is
the east wing. This wing houses the
business classes and on the second floor, the computer class and typing
classroom. I was there one late
afternoon following basketball practice.
As my locker was located on the second floor of the east wing I along
with a couple of other students went up there to get our belongings. We could hear the typewriters in one of the
classrooms going. We went to check and
the doors were locked, the lights were out but the typewriters were
typing. The next day we found, after
speaking to a teacher, that it was a regular occurrence. Because of the original building being closed
we had to use bungalows for classes and an older building for offices and
science labs. Next to the field were the
showers which had been turned into the chemistry lab and biology lab. Next to that was the Athletics Dept turned
into the Main Office and Principal's office.
Our science teacher was in the biology lab and was passing by the
chemistry lab when she heard running water and girls laughing. She believed that students had gotten into
the lab without her authorization.
Anyway upon unlocking the doors and entering the lab there was no one in
there and upon checking all of the sinks in the lab, found them all dry. She believes they were probably old students
who were hanging out with their friends in what used to be the old locker room
and showers. The school also has a
history of flickering lights, chairs being moved. In the old college counselors office there
were reports of strange smells and chairs and books being moved. People have also felt that they are being
watched etc.
College
By:
IssaBean@aol.com
Maybe
because it's Halloween, I'm searching on the internet for real ghost stories
and thinking of my own experiences. I'm
glad I have a place to share them here:
The
paranormal has always been an object of curiosity for me, but I didn't have any
experiences with it until I went to college.
I went to a small school (I won't put the name here), over 150 years old
and definitely full of stories. In
particular, the freshman dorm had lots of them.
I will tell you three stories, one which was related to my by a group of
friends, one which myself and my roommate experienced firsthand, and one which
I experienced myself.
The friends' story took place in the freshman dorm, in a room that two of the girls shared. They and some other friends--I think 3 other guys--were just hanging out together one night, up late. The way those rooms were situated was that upon entering the room, you would have a closet either to your right or left or on both sides; either way, there would be a narrower "entryway" which would then open up into the full square of the room. As the friends were up talking, the room fell quiet very suddenly for no apparent reason, and everyone's eyes drifted to the full length mirror that was on the back of the door to the room. My friend, who was sitting on her bed facing the door, could see herself in the mirror, but could also see someone else with her--a young woman with long dark hair, dressed in dark clothes. Obviously not someone in the room. at least two of the other people in the room also saw this. Two people claimed to hear a voice speaking, although they could not make out what the woman said; others said they saw her mouth move but heard nothing. She then was gone as suddenly as she came. One of the friends, who is a very devout Christian, was very disturbed by this and started praying, and then left the room abruptly.