The House on
Shoreline
By:
Speedy9747@aol.com
I am usually a
very articulate person, but it has been more than a bit difficult to put into
words the events that happened to me between 1990 and 1993. In the late summer or early fall of 1990, my
family had lost a home to fire. Money was more than a little tight and the
insurance was less than adequate. My family was forced to sell the remaining
property to pay the difference between what we owed and what the insurance
covered. With no expendable cash, clothing, furniture, home, food etc; we took
what we could get. What we got was a “fully furnished” apartment on the rougher
side of town until the actual bungalow we were slotted for became available.
The tenant
currently residing in the bungalow was an eccentric elderly lady who reminded
me of the wicked witch of the west. She had the crooked nose, the grating laugh
and she shuffled about with a nefarious smile. I tried to avoid her (because
she gave me the hee-bee-gee-bies) to no avail. She was everywhere. I would see
her at the grocery store, the movie store, outside of the apartment, at the bus
stop. I even started having weird dreams about her. At fifteen, I was too
ashamed to talk about my “scary lady” nightmares, so I kept them to myself.
Finally, moving
day arrived. The “Scary Lady” (as the local pre-school children I babysat
called her) was moving out and I would finally have a reprieve from that
godforsaken smile. I felt elated and hopeful for the first time in weeks.
Elated, that is, until the evening of our move. I had been unloading boxes from
the two-wheeler and placing them in the appropriate room when I came to what
would be my bedroom. There in the center of the room was a cardboard box sealed
shut by residual wax from a once large, red candle. Crazy Lady had left me a
souvenir. I told my parents who, in turn told the landlord who, in turn told
Crazy. She was coming to retrieve her things. My stomach felt that awful
churning in its pit with each passing minute. When she finally arrived, her company
removed the box while she smiled at me and said “You’ll really like it here. I
can tell he’s going to like you.”
Her warning
seemed to be the absolute truth. Immediately things began to occur that defied
any logical or reasonable explanation. The first events were horrible
nightmares that walked me through a brutal murder that happened in my bedroom
in the late 60’s or early 70’s (I initially concluded this based off of their
clothing and music). Each nightmare grew in intensity and clarity. After months
of these reoccurring dreams, I ventured to the local library and searched for
the street name. In 1971 a young man was murdered in that house in the room I
used as my bedroom exactly as I dreamed it.
There were also
footsteps at all hours of the day and night that were not of an animal nature
and when all parties were accounted for. Items were moved from one room to
another or from one floor to another. Pictures were turned face down or moved
to an upside-down position when on the wall. During storms, balls of lightening
would dance around in the kitchen. Locked doors would open and close, locked
windows would open and close and the footboard of my bed would come unhinged
and slam on the floor with intense force.
Our dogs would
awake, perk up as if they had been called and run up stairs as if greeting and
playing with an unseen friend. If you were outside of the home, you could feel
someone watching you. Twice I awoke in the morning where locks of my hair had
been cut in the night. Each time I made my bed and left for school, I would
come in to find the impression where someone had sat though I was the last to
leave and the first to arrive. On full moons and lunar eclipses, the sound of
scratching would emanate from within the walls.
Friends and
especially boyfriends would refuse to come over or come in because they’d swear
they heard someone threaten them to stay away from me. On several occasions I
heard a male voice calling my name or felt a man’s body spoon with me in the
middle of the night. Often while I showered, I would feel like someone was
peering in on me. There were several times that I would wake up to find my
shorter skirts sitting on my dresser where I had laid pants out the night
before. There were unexplained drafts, noises, and feelings everywhere within
that house.
Over time, I
began to see a man’s silhouette outside my bedroom door or closer into the
room. On a few instances, I saw the shadowy silhouette in the bathroom. With
these sightings came more direct physical contact. I would jolt out of bed at
all hours of the night feeling icy hands on my face, neck, legs, back and/or
abdomen. I began to dream very sexual dreams starring the young man from my
earlier murder dreams.
After three
years of this constant and increasing torture, we moved. By then, I was 18 and
heading down the home stretch of my senior year staring down the barrel of
college. The relief I felt with the move was soon replaced by the fears of my
own uncertain future. Just days before I was to leave, my mom, sister, brother
and I began to talk. It had been three months since we had moved from the house
on Shoreline and strangely not a word had been said until that day. It was then
that we all began to talk openly about the “experiences” we had each
individually known. I will not go in to the events experienced by my family
members but I will say that I am not the only one who was haunted there.
Private Home
Haunted
By:
kamieljones@webtv.net
daughter. They
had died in house fire were my home had been built. My
home before I
move in had been on fire several times, till it was set on
fire and burnt
to the ground. The story of their death is that one night
that the
grandfather had woke to stoke up the fire in a wood burning
stove,
unfortunate, he use some gasoline to get the fire going better
and it back
flash on him causing him to spill the rest of the gas. He
died later in
the hospital, the mother and daughter never did get out.
The
"mother" ghost first appear to me when I had my baby, she awoke me
to warn me of
someone entering the home. Standing above me was like a
"grayish"
mist. The 12 year. old little girl had like a "crush" on my
son and played
tricks on him, like if he turn the light off she would
turn them back
on, or the T.V.
One day my
mother was visiting and my children was getting out of hand
and mom started
to scold them and the "mother" ghost got upset and knock
some of the
dishes off of the shelf and then knock the stove pipe off of
the stove. When
the dishes came down, one hit one of my girls and left a
scare. The two
ghosts, never let anyone live in "their" home for more
than 2 years, if
even that long, well, they must have like us, we lived
there for about
8 years.
The house is no longer
there, and sometimes even today I still feel like
the mother and
daughter has move with us.
Thank you for
letting me tell the story.
Never Heard
Again
By:
z_69pimp_chulo@hotmail.com
When in I was
small we lived in a big house close to the cemetery. I had a friend who would
not believe me and told me that I was crazy. I told him that I saw lights out
side and that you could here some children laughing. One day as we were walking
home my friend asked me if I had called him I said no and he laughed thinking I
was pulling his leg. Later that day he came over to my house and slept over .at
night we heard a noise coming from the cemetery my friend and I got out of bed
and thinking we were being brave left the house for the cemetery. As we got
closer the sound got louder pretty soon all you heard was a roaring sound that
scared the hell of of us we took off and never heard anything from there again.
Long Time
Believer
By:
cntjshay@sbcglobal.net
Good evening
everyone from
My name is
This weekend I
found your web site and I was hooked. I
believe I spent 3 hours straight reading as much as I could, listening to the
evp's and looking at all the pictures with my son Chris. Two particular topics really grabbed my
attention. The Old Hag Syndrome and
Crisis Apparition. Chris and I believe
that....no....we know that we have experienced the sleep paralysis. The surprising thing is that we were both
sleeping on our stomachs and we felt the pressure on our backs like someone was
holding us down. It has happened to me a
couple of times and only once with Chris.
When it happened to Chris he felt annoyed and mad. He thought that one of his little brothers
was pushing on him because he felt hands on his back and knees on his
legs. He started to "shake"
the "person" off and said get off of me. The he felt it sit up on it's knees on the
back of his legs and he repeated, "Get off of me." The pressure finally released and Chris was
able to look behind himself and when he did he found out that he was alone in
the room. It was not his brothers. He says that he didn't feel scared or
anything. Basically he went back to sleep.
Wish my
experiences had felt non-threatening. I
more or less was spooked by it because I couldn't move or open my eyes. I did have the sensation of going through the
bed. I also couldn't speak so in my head
I kept screaming, "Get off, get off, get off!' The second time it happened was shortly after
we moved across the street into a new townhouse. That time I forced my shoulder to jerk the
being off of me. It would let up but
then come right back down. I finally got
it to go away so that I could get up. It
was really unsettling.
The thing is
that I didn't know it had a title or what it was until I came across your web
site. I read the description about Old
Hag Syndrome and got all excited and had Chris come down to read it too. He was amazed. He said, "Mom, that is what happened to
us but the only difference is that we were on our stomachs." I was in awe.
And thrilled.
I'm sorry to cut
myself off but it is getting late and I need to go to bed. I have so many other stories I would like to
share with you (if you are willing to listen).
Especially about my "Crisis Apparition" that occurred with my
Grandmother last year 2 weeks before she died.
Very interesting yet sad story to tell.
Well, until next
time I wish you all well and good luck with the hunting and research.
Friends
By:
LynLe83@aol.com
One afternoon,
around 11 or 12, a friend asked me to drop her off where she was staying
temporarily to grab a change of clothes. She was having some problems at home
so moved out to her friends house.
When arriving at
this house, even in the daytime, you could feel something around it. Maybe I
was being paranoid or maybe just forever scarred by my first encounter but
whatever it is, I go with my instincts.
We pulled up and
she hurried along before me, opening the door and going in the house. I put the
car in park and got out. Observing the house, at the dark, cold looking
windows. I had my doubts but headed in anyway.
When first
entering the house, there is an immediate stairway down to the basement and
stairs up to the living room.
I stopped,
looked downstairs, dark, damp and cold.
My friend called
to me from upstairs telling me to just follow the steps up, down the hall all
the way to the end.
As I walked up
the steps the WHOLE house just had this strange vibe like something was living
in the walls of this place.
I made my way
down the hall. The hall was in the shape of a "7". All rooms were on
the right, first the bathroom, then a closet, then the master, son's room and
finally and extra room where my friend was staying.
Here's where
things start to get weird. As I passed the master bedroom, I took two steps
past that door and it slammed behind me. Strange enough, my friend did not hear
anything. She was in the room at the end of the hall with music on and
searching for clothes.
I ignored it,
maybe it was an open window in the room.
Got to the room
she was in and propped myself down on the foot of the bed looking through
pictures and shooting sh*t.
My friend
decided she wanted to take a shower, told me she wouldn't be long. So there I
sat, alone.
>From the
foot of the bed, the door to the room I was in was on your right and you could
see down the hallway. Two doors down was the door that slammed on me when I
first came in.
I continue to
try to keep my mind of scary things but then the door started to open slowly.
It would crack an inch and them slam itself back closed. This happen three
times until it remained closed.
I was scared
stupid and stuck in place. By then I'm thinking, "ok, no window, something
there!". There was no way I was going to walk pass that door!
Then out of no
where you could here a faint voice coming from behind the door. It sounded like
the voice of the mother, I assumed the mother b/c it was their room and she
sounded older.
She was pis**d,
mad b/c she couldn't find something. No one was talking back to her so I
assumed maybe she was on a phone call, home on her lunch break or something.
It seemed, the
more she tried to explain how mad she was the more frustrated it made her. She
start to yell, the yelling turned to screaming. All the while my friend is just
taking her sweet time in the shower and I'm out here dealing with psycho mom.
She lady starts
pacing in front of the door while screaming and crying saying how she can't
find something. I can see her shadow under the door, I KNOW someone is in
there. At this point, she's sobbing, crying and yelling. She's saying she
remembers where she put "it" and she's accusing someone of stealing
it. I can't take the screaming for much longer. All of this is just creeping me
out.
I figure, here's
a woman who's having a pi**y day, probably does not want to open the door and
see a stranger in her house sitting there that has heard her whole
conversation. So, being scared sh*less aside, I made my way towards the front
door not looking back!
My buddy is just
going to have to walk out to the car when she is ready. Well by this time I'm
pretty scared. I pull the car from the drive way down next to the mailbox.
A couple of
minutes later, my friend finally makes it to the car. I said to her, "You
know, your friend's Mom is really pissed about something in there. She was on
the phone yelling and crying. Is she okay?".
She looked at me
puzzled and confused. Her response, "There's nobody in there. Everyone is
at work and the do not have house or cell phones". Apparently everyone who
stayed in that house owned their own car so if anyone was home, their car would
be in the drive way.
I asked her if
she heard the lady upset in there and she said the door was wide open when she
came out of the shower and there was definitely no one home.
Other friends of
mine have told me their stories about this same house. All very different.
Others have actually seen children ghost, an old man with a cane, some have
even been followed home.
Other cases-
A different
friend of mine was there and looked out the window of that same room I was in
to see children staring up at her from behind a tree in the yard. Then they
would disappear.
Another friend
said an old man with a cane came stumbling down the hall knocking his cane
(<--sp?) against the walls making the whole house seem to rattle telling her
to get out of his house.
There's a
strange black cat that the family cannot seem to get to stay out of their
house. Someway, this cat always finds it way back inside their house and
wanders in the basement.
Others say
slamming doors, voices, seeing ppl, things are just normal everyday occurrences
in this house.
I'm just glad I
didn't SEE anything, I have no idea how I would've reacted then.
Held Down
By:
dbellamy@gadsdenpd.org
This happened to
me back in the early 70's. I live in the
city of
Around 1 or
When I got to
the front bedroom and just got into bed, I felt as if someone was pushing me
down with their hand on my chest. I tried several times to get up but I could
not and it was hard to breath. I kept trying to raise up or even turn over but
I could not. I was really getting scared.
after about a minute or two (felt like a hour to me) the pressure
released and I was able to get up. I then went into my room and I slept on the
floor.
I got up the
next morning and went to work but did not say anything about what had happen to
me during the night. When I came home for lunch I was talking with my
wife and I told her what had happen to me and she told me that was what had
happen to my niece and that was why she came into our room.
We never went
back into that room and later moved from that house. I have never had anything else happen and I
hope I never do again.
Haunted House
By:
nativeson71@earthlink.net
We wanted to
sell our house soon after moving in... but they got used to us and us to them.
We live in a
1926 bungalow in
Soon after
moving in, we kept having creepy things happen like the lights flicking on and
off, etc. Not believing in such "nonsense" we
dismissed it. Then the fan would be on
when we had left it off. Then the TV was
on when we came home one night, when we knew we had turned it AND the cable box
off before leaving.
THEN, I was
leaving for work one morning and out of the corner of my eye, I saw the French
door on the right front of our house was standing wide open and the deadbolt
was in the "locked" position.
This door had not been used since we first moved in and had the door (which
was ugly) and the locks changed. I had
checked the "locked" status of the door on several occasions for the
security of my family, and there was no way it could have opened in the
"locked" position (with the deadbolt out). I kind of freaked out, and we started talking
about moving again.
THEN, we were
watching TV a few nights later, when a man walked by the door in our
hallway. Of course, I freaked and jumped
into defense mode, but there was no one there.
It was an apparition.
THEN, I had a
dream that something was wrong in the house and got up to investigate. Hearing a noise behind me, I turned (in
dream) to see a spectral figure who grabbed me around the throat and was
choking me. My wife awoke from hearing
my choking, and she woke me up. But I
shook violently for about 5 minutes after.
So, we were convinced to either move from our beautiful new house, or
have an exorcism.
We decided to
buy several crosses and place them around the house, and announced to the house
that we weren't going anywhere. This did
not stop the paranormal activity, but made it much less scary in nature.
We had some
friends over who were skeptical about our "experiences". We were talking about everything that had
happened and my wife's cousin was nay-saying everything we mentioned, when the
cork in the salad oil shot into the air about six inches. They freaked, and suddenly my wife's cousin's
husband wanted to stay up all night in our house with a video camera. My wife announced to the house that we would
make them a plate of salad if they really wanted. By this time, we were certainly converts,
with witnesses.
We still get up
in the morning to find the dining room light and fan on when we rarely use that
room (and certainly didn't the night before), but it has become less
frightening. And, we haven't had
anything as endangering as doors opening or choking dreams to where we would
feel unwanted.
We have also
found a few very old items buried outside, which we have incorporated into our curio to honor those
that lived here before us, so I think that helps a bit.
Ghost Story
By:
axl4u2000@msn.com
Hey man, great
site to get scared. I have a ghost story
that maybe will be
interesting for
others to read, ready? here we go.....
It was like,
1999 and I used to work in this computer distribution center in
the building was
kind of old but not like ancient old. Ok
lets get down to
business...
When I started
to work there as a Security Officer, we had those big metal
detectors, kind
of the same ones in the airports, well, me and some other
officer are
sitting next to them, when all of a sudden, those things will go
off for no
reason. We initially believed the
forklift was just riding behind
the wall and
made them go off, but if we were working the weekends, and the
warehouse is
sealed, and no forklift was in use, same thing will happen,
metal detectors
will go off don’t know why. But That’s
nothing compared to
what’s
next....In one weekend I was working in the com. center( a place with
cameras and all
that security stuff). Its about time to
go home and I go to
the
restroom. 5 minutes later I come out and
try to open the com. center door and
I felt like
someone was holding the door from the inside.
I thought my
relief was
already on site and he was playing a joke on me, so I told him,
common man, let
me in...yep he did but when I got inside, NO ONE was there.
Needles to say,
I grabbed my things and waited
downstairs for my relieving
officer so I
could go home.
In a different
occasion, I am training the new officer for the graveyard
shift. We are sitting right next to the employee
entrance door around
and he looks at
me and tells me....hey dude, who’s the lady in white? I’m
like- what lady
in white? He says that some lady wearing
something
white just
walked in front of the door. I go out
side to check and nothing
there and from
the moment he said he saw this lady to the moment I went to
check, maybe
only 1 min has passed and there is no way someone can get out
of that huge
parking lot in less than that. He kept
on saying he was sure
of what he saw
and I was like yeah sure. Maybe an hr
later, his cell
phone rang, he
picked up...nothing. 15 minutes later,
phone rings again...no
one. 45 minutes later, phone rings again, he
picked up and said if you don’t
want to talk
just stop calling...and he just drop his cell phone and said...I
quit. I’m like. why man? he told me some faint
voice told him hello. I told
him to stay
until the end of the shift and he agreed, but the phone was
ringing every
once in a while. he would never pick up
and once again,
needles to say,
that was his first and last day working there.
Some other day,
in a weekend, around
(we have an
intercom so truck drivers could announce themselves) and I hear
this metallic
clicking noise in the intercom. I’m
like, maybe someone
playing and
since it was the weekend, that meant trespassers so I go to the
door and look
out and nothing. I’m like. maybe darn
birds were playing with
it. Same moment I’m thinking this, intercom goes
off again ..click click
click like
someone making noises with a coin or something but imp looking at
the gate and no
one was there. I go investigate and tell
the other S/O to
pay attention to
the noise I was going to make to compare...and yes same
noise I was
making flipping the fire dept key covers, was the same noise we
heard.
Want to hear
more? ok here....
My boss and I
are standing outside the building, smoking a cigarette and we
look up to were
the office windows are and we see the shadow of someone
walking
thru. I’m like..man who is crazy enough
to work at
like, I’m in the
same floor and I’m up there by myself, plus access to that
floor is
restricted only for certain employees and there are no employees in
the
facility. We did not go up there to
check, sorry for my boss he went up
there just to
get his stuff and spend the rest of the evening with us.
Sometimes I used
to be up there by myself and I could hear someone walking
out side my
door. This was when I first started
working there so I had no
idea that only
management have access to that floor and no one was there.
After learning
all this, I didn’t work that com, center again.
This company
moved out to Mira Loma CA and the building is been empty for
like 3 yrs
now. Wonder why no one wants it.
I hope you guys
liked this story and keep up the good
work.
Farmersville -
By:
Klownkrazgirl@wmconnect.com
I lived there
with my boyfriend and his roommates -- I was haunted for 3-4 weeks and would
stagger every 2-3 days apart. This
character was a spirit just wanting to let someone know he was still
there. The story went as I was told when
he and his brother were younger and helped build the house they lived in when
they were grown. One died of an overdose
and the other a shot wound. The ashes of
Tom and Steve were spread over the baseball fields that were in the back of the
property. There is a store on the corner
of the roads mentioned. And two house
sit next to it. All three are to be
believed haunted since the family owned the property back in the day. The store on the corner was shut down buy the
government because of the gasoline tanks weren't secure and up to regulation
standards. Which took an impact on the
family. My Ghost I think of almost every
day. Knowing that for over 30 years, his
"kind" of people lived in. The
house was sold in November 2001 to the store owner. Who now has expanded his business with a
drive thru.
The house is
very beautiful inside and well kept. And
since sold from my friends to the new owner, The New owner was to move his
mother in there. I was wondering how the
ghost felt about this since this wasn't his type of people he would of hung out
with if he was alive.
But It started
and creeped me out really bad to where I wouldn't stay there by myself. After a week or two I was getting used to it
and becoming familiar with his character.
He was a prankster Spirit. Just
wanting to let his presence be known. I
occasionally drive by the property wishing I was able to know the people who
are in the house now. I had many
encounters inside the house and also seen the Orbs floating in the bedroom that
I was in. I heard 5 sets of footsteps as
if to be in sandals and with a wet sound.
Thru the window to my left. Which
didn't make sense there were prickly weeds a pine tree and no one really walked
there. There was a window at the feet of
the bed and I was waiting for one of the 5 roommates to say Hey let me in, I
locked myself out. Nothing was said, I
asked my boyfriend did you hear that, he was asleep. So he didn't hear the footsteps or see the
orbs I saw after the footsteps. Once the
footsteps stopped I then asked if he heard that moments later I was watching
all around the room and at the window at our feet bottom left corner there was
a white ball floating slowly up and down about 2-3 ups and downs and then faded
but continued on the corner of the other side of the window and it was shorter
1-2 ups and downs and then up and left the room. That scared me. That was one of the first encounters.
The boys had the
basement clean and made up as a professional wrestling ring, with all of the
trophies of one of the roommates winnings thru the Tuff Man contest From
Hara. Very neatly kept. So coming down into the basement to the
immediate right was a boarded wall with a curtain for the door which was the
washer and dryer. There was a window
above the washer and dryer and I was standing there waiting to convert the wash
to the dryer and I heard and broom stick fall to the ground with a couple of
bounces as if someone dropped a mop handle or broom. I looked up to the window and said out loud,
Very funny. So just for curiosity I
went around the basement looking for a similar item that
would have made that sound. Not a broom
or mop no where. I went back to the
washing room and stood there for a moment and it did it again. I said Very, Very funny.
I had driven
from New Carlisle to this house my boyfriend and I were going to go out. I got there he was asleep in his bed and
didn't appear that he was going to make it on getting up. So I got up and left out of the house thru
the breezeway and out the door to the driveway. I got thru the parking lot of the store next
door and my boyfriend called me on my cell and told me to come back and that he
would get up. I turned around and parked
in the driveway and came back thru the house.
The door separating the breezeway going to the house had the old door
knobs that had the square screws which they never stayed in, A screw driver or
the door handle would let you into the house.
I entered the house and slammed the door shut. There was no way that it would of slid open
once it was shut either the door knob or the screwdriver was needed to get
in. I went into the bedroom and sit on
the side of the waterbed and dangling my feet and my boyfriend had still made
not effort on getting up. Momentarily,
the breezeway door slammed. With no
noises before hand as if one of the roommates were home so I waited for voices
to be heard from some of the guys, No voices.
Just a door slam exactly like the slam I done when I came back from
leaving the first time. I paused....and
then spoke softly and asked my boyfriend, "What was that?" he said, "the door."
Then He and I
were the only ones home and getting ready to turn into bed for the night since
he worked early needing to be at work at
It was if The
Prankster Spirit was in the basement hitting the ceiling of the basement
underneath the bathroom floor with a broom handle. I felt it in only one foot. No explanation. again.
So were all
sitting around watching a fight on the big high time cable and I asked one of
the guys had they ever seen, felt or heard anything, he looked and me and his
eyes were as if enlarged and I asked him what happened and he didn't want to
tell me but just by the expression on his face you can tell when someone has
had a Haunting experience. It took me
about 10 minutes to get his story. He
said he was standing at the bottom of the steps of the living room and someone
tapped him on his shoulder he turned around and no one was there. I never experience the touch other than the
knock in the bathroom on my left foot.
But I saw and heard things.
The house is
definitely Haunted and I just want to be around when it is made more
known. Because I miss the Ghost and
think of my experience often. I wonder
if he has changed since his kind of people have gone and there is an older lady
to be living there. I once drove past
about 6 months after we left the house and there was a sign out in the yard as
if it was a daycare. That didn't stay in
the yard too long because I cherish my time in that house and miss it allot and
thinking about my experiences almost every day.
I feel for the Ghost and him being lost and not able to make the
complete crossover to leave what he knew in life behind. I often wonder if maybe he may of become an
angrier ghost or remains the same. But
the store and the two houses that sit together were connected back in time to
one family that owned all three and the baseball fields that are no longer
there. Where the ashes of the brothers
were spread. It was something in my life
I will never forget and will always think about.
This past
Halloween I went to a known Haunted area in my town in New Carlisle, called
So the interest
of being haunted and knowing that I wasn't in any kind of harm my interest in
this field have excelled and I seek these places out hoping to have another
encounter with the third world.
For those who
don't believe....Just wait until it happens to you.
Cemetery
By:
sbz@telus.net
I live on the
south side
This is just one
of the many happenings around this neighborhood. There is an old folks home
right next to the graveyard (Literally, within 20 feet) There are always orbs
and such around the cemetery and I for one have seen many things that I cannot
rationally explain. My stepson is now a believer as well. WE have had many odd
happenings here in my own home. I live in town homes that 40 years ago we're
army barracks. just the other night my boyfriend was in the kitchen cleaning up
a broken glass (That had just flown off the counter of it's own volition) when
one of my 6 year old daughters plastic toy tops flew off the table and started
spinning by itself on the floor. The funny part is that the top didn't have a
stem so you could grab it and spin it. The kids had broken it off. My boyfriend knew this place was haunted but
had never experienced anything before.
Things are constantly getting moved or disappearing altogether. There
are blue orbs that float around and my doors occasionally open and close by
themselves. Something keeps tapping at my daughters window and sometimes it
shakes so violently that I think it's going to come right out of it's frame.
There is no wind when this happens and no breeze that could cause this kind of
shaking. My cat goes mental and stares at things that I cannot see. All cats
are crazy to some extent but this one seems terrified. Like something is
chasing him.
A few of my
neighbors have reported similar problems and sightings as well. It's never dull
here. I also wanted to add that I am epileptic and that since I have moved here my seizures have
increased in severity. I am on the same medications, same dosage and
everything. It's just in the air I guess.............
By:
JGarcia@TVGNetwork.com
Here's another
one for you:....
I’m 33 years old
now but in my 9th grade my first year of high school I went to a private
Christian school in
The main Lodge
was of course by the main parking lot.
It had the wreck hall and the kitchen, and a really big wooden fireplace
and as fate would have it, the only restrooms.
The cabin that was used for the retreat however was down a long trail in
the woods. The boys and the girls
couldn’t sleep in the same quarters so we had a draw straws to see which group
got to sleep in the lodge and which group had to go sleep in the cabin out in
the woods. The cabin had no bathroom so
if you had to go in the middle of the night you had to walk down the ½ mile
long over grown trail back to the lodge.
I was hoping for the lodge, I mean we were girls for Goodness sake. But as luck would have it we got the cabin in
the woods. We were a group of about 15
girls so it wasn’t too bad, I mean they say there’s power in numbers and the
teacher was a guy, so we were out there all alone, just us girls and the
wilderness, so we got settled in, and dressed for bed.
What happened
next is something that has puzzled me ever since that night. We all got tucked into our bunks. I had a bunk on the top, I guess I felt
better on the top bunk thinking that there would be no eight legged crawly
things up there. It was freezing cold
out there in that cabin, I could see my breath in front of me, and my sleeping
bag wasn’t much help at all. I lay there
for what seemed like a long time, but It must have been about 25 or 30 minutes
and this tremendously weird feeling started growing inside of me. It felt even colder in the cabin. I had this sick feeling in the pit of my
stomach, a cross between fear and danger and then the feeling that someone was
there.
Three of the
girls got up because they had to go use the bathroom and they all went together
because it was after mid night and they had to walk down the long path through
the woods. The three had left the cabin
and not even 2 minutes later I saw my friend Denise by the door. She said my name a few time trying to get my
attention and when I sat up she told me that she had to go to the bathroom and
to please go with her. The others had
just left but if we hurry she assured me that we could catch up with them. I don’t know what it was, I looked at her but
it didn’t feel right, that strange feeling inside of me was tugging at me
hard. She motioned for me to come with
her but I said no that I didn’t have to go.
I really did have to go but for some reason I was scared out of my
mind. I saw her open the door and slowly
step outside as the door started to creaked shut almost in slow motion. I started thinking to myself that I was just
being a chicken, and a stupid chicken at that.
She was my friend so why wouldn’t I go with her, so I jumped up to go
with Denise. I was out of my bunk before
the door was closed all the way. As I
reached the door it had just at that moment shut the remainder of the way. When I opened the door I saw her walk off the
porch and I said “Denise wait I will go with you”. Then she was gone. I heard a voice behind me say “You will go
with me where?” I froze in my fear. It was Denise in her bunk. I was so confused. I told her, “But you were just walking out
the door to go to the bathroom and you asked me to go with you.” She said, “No I didn’t are you crazy? I would rather hold it all night then walk
through these woods in the middle of the night.” She told me that I must have been
dreaming. I got back in my bunk and I
was so cold. I felt so confused at that
moment and the fear was at almost 99%. I
however knew that I wasn’t dreaming, I saw her, I heard her and I even got out
of my bed to go with her. I don’t quite
understand it to this day, but looking back now, I think that it must have been
something supernatural. It was real, I
did not dream that and I have never forgotten.
I often wonder what or who it was and why they wanted me to go with
them, and if I had, what would have happened.
I remember it like it was yesterday.
I was about 14 at the time. At
any length, I was glad that we only had to stay one night.
By:
Zarile3@comcast.net
This was a post
I made on the Proof Positive message board for the television show, I was
interview for the
So I was with my
girlfriend Amanda, and my two friends Marc and Megan. We are regulars in
So we are
walking around the Bathroom area across from Devils Den, there is an open area
in the woods, a trail on the left and the right of you, and if your facing the
bathroom, then we took the left. Up the hill, through the woods, it's kind of
creepy, it's a tight trail, so your flashlight really doesn't give you any idea
what's around the corner, and you need a flashlight because of all the big
rocks and everything. Anyways, we got to a certain point where there is a fork
in the path, as soon as we hit this point, everyone felt as if they were very
very sad, and frightened of something. Marc, being the guy he is, decides to
walk a bit more, and jumps, runs back to us, and says he saw something (this is
Marc's first time, so he doesn't know what's what really.) So we all decided to
walk back down the path and go across devils den and into Triangular field.
Being stupid me,
I decide, "hey, I don't feel like driving the car up and around Devils Den
and park again, so we can just backtrack when we are done in the field!"
So that's what we do, we got to the field, and no one else was around (it's
after park closing, maybe 11 or so.) Marc is leading the pack, as we are
walking, Megan gets her hair tugged on, and we start hearing something rustling
around in the bushes near us, I looked over to my right and right beside the
woods, I see this black form run, didn't even seem like running as it wasn't
bobbing, it just moved from one point to another and disappeared. I looked at
Amanda and she said she saw it too. We kept walking down the path, and get
close to a corner of the field that is usually really active...I once again had
a feeling of despair and dread, I didn't want to move any further, so Marc
decided he wanted to move forward a bit, while the rest of us stayed back.
Megan was snapping off pictures, and Amanda and I were just looking around. All
of a sudden, Marc comes running back yelling to leave, saying something was
running around near him. So we decided to leave, we walked up the path at a
semi brisk pace, all the while I am seeing things moving to my left and right,
the same black form just going from point a to point b. We got out of the field
and to the top of Devils Den, we started to walk down the path around the Den
when all of a sudden we all just stopped dead in our tracks, as if we hit a
barrier....off in the distance, on the same path that we took by the bathrooms,
there is a large light sitting on the trail, as we started to move, it did
too.....so we started to run to the car and it just came towards us, but not
staying on the trail, it was just pushing through the woods. We got to the car,
jumped in, and the car wouldn't start, three times I tried before it started,
when it finally did, I reversed, as I stopped to put it in Gear, Marc screams
"HOLY SH*T!!!" and we all turned around to see the light from the
trail immediately behind the car, hub
, maybe three
feet in diameter, bright and clear, just sitting behind the car, I gassed it,
and we left the Den.
Afterwards, we
went to Sacks Bridge, talked to a few people and at one point, we were on one
side of the bridge, when all of a sudden, this women’s car alarm starts going
off, we all just kind of stood there for a second, before anyone really knew
what to say. The women pulled out her keys to show she had no automatic lock,
or car alarm button, just her regular keys....Marc and I decided to go to the
car, all the time, the alarm starting and stopping. As we get to the car, it's
starts, as if someone was inside turning the keys to the ignition....Marc and I
walked to either side of the car, no one was inside or anything, it stopped and
started 5 times, until the women finally jumped in the car and started it and
shut it off herself, then it stopped for the rest of the night.
So that's my
story, I tell it on Proof Positive, but in a much shorter description, and not
as detailed, they wanted it to be short.
Two Stories
By:
hussaina@delasalle.co.nz
I have two
stories one that happened to my grandma and one that happened to my Mother both
in a small town called Labasa in the smaller (
THE WELL AND THE
BABY
My Grandma lived
on a farm with my grandpa in the 1960’s in a town called Labasa, on the
Northern side of
On Thursday my
Grandma went across the cane field (nearly all farming in
When my grandpa
came back from
Does anyone here
know what the symbolism of the cow might have been, I never could understand
that, email me!
THE STRANGE CAT
This happened to
my mother. In Labasa (A town in Fiji), my mum was pregnant with my brother and
my dad and my grandma decided to bring some family over from the other side of
town to stay with my mum throughout the day and keep her happy. They had a
great time, but since they do need to work to satisfy their own families
household expenses my Dad had to drop them off and they couldn’t stay the
night. So it was about 11pm when they set off to drop them off. Around 11:40
they crossed the Labasa Local Cemetery and my mums cousin said “hey look a
pretty cat my cousin loves cat she’s lonely at home why don’t you come home
with us so she can take care of you”. Everyone in the car thought it was funny
and didn’t take much notice.
Later at night
at 2am my mum woke up screaming at the top of her lungs, when my grandma came
into the room my mum kept yelling “there’s a black cat on the top of my dresser
(Makeup Stand etc)” over and over again. My Grandma switched on the light and
saw absolutely nothing on the dresser. My Grandma then tried to touch my mums
for head to see if she had a fever and was delusional but she was aggressive
and kept telling my Grandma that her eyes looked like cat eyes and that she was
evil. So my Grandma ordered my dad to run to the backyard and get her some
leaves from the lemon tree. She then grabbed my mums hair and tied it in a not
and made her sniff lemon leaves and said “Wherever you came from you better
leave now” she said that about 5 times then my mum collapsed and fell asleep.
In the morning
my dad and others asked my mum what happened last night and she couldn’t recall
the event.
Does anyone here
know if their family elders used similar techniques??
I have many
other stories of experiences my Grandma had, if you would like more stories you
can reply back to this email and ill give u some more.
Strange Man in
Town
By:
onearmpapa@chartermi.net
Oh, where do I
start.... When I was eighteen my then
girlfriend were living in Holland Mi. we had gotten into an argument and were
on our way home. we didn't have a car so
we got around on my bicycle and her roller blades. when we were almost home at about 11:30PM we
passed a pizza place across from our apartment.
I noticed a person going through the trash can in front of the pizza
place. He started to cross the street,
which at that time of night had no traffic.
when I was dead even with him he was on the center line. I looked at him and every part of him was
visible by the street light except his face.
I don't mean his whole head but just his face. he had kind of blond hair was wearing a
flannel shirt and blue jeans. Amber, My
girl friend was about twenty yards behind me and she seen him also. In fact she had to swerve to avoid a
collision with him. Beyond the side walk
on our side of the road was an undeveloped piece of property. less than one
minute later I stopped to make sure she was OK because that guy gave me the
Creeps. I asked her if she seen him and
she told me about almost crashing into him.
I looked back and he was gone. we
went back to where we had seen him and looked in the vacant lot for him because
we didn't know what happened to him. We
searched for almost an hour before giving up.
When we got home my roommate was home and we told him what
happened. we went back with him and
tried to re-enact what had happened. With
all three of us taking turns on the bike we could not find a way to get just
our faces in a shadow. also we tried
sprinting across the vacant lot and any way we did it we couldn't get across
without being seen in the amount of time it took get to where we stopped,
looked back, and went back to where we seen the guy. we have no idea what we seen that night. But
in my opinion what we seen that night was super natural. I will never forget the events of that
night. and it still makes the hairs on
the back of my neck stand up to talk about it.
Sleep Paralysis
By:
shannon_beaton@hotmail.com
I recently read
some of the stories that were posted on this site. I am a
believer in
ghosts and the paranormal, I have also experienced some strange
things in my
life time when it comes to hauntings.
Someone told me that
when you believe
in ghosts your more in tune to them, therefore they come to
you instead of
someone that doesn't believe them.
My first
experience happened to me in 1999, it was the summer and I was
working late at
godfathers a pizza place in my hometown, I got home around
2:10am I
remember this quite clearly, I usually stayed up and watched TV
but I was tired
and went right upstairs, now to picture this the way it
happened I have
to explain my room, my bed was facing the door so when I
laid down I
could just open my eyes and see the door.
As soon as I got in
my room I felt
strange, that weird feeling like something else is in there,
I shrugged it
off saying that I was to old for that kind of thing. As I
kid I was
terrified of everything. I laid down and
shut my eyes, the
creepy feeling
was even more intense I couldn't shake it.
As soon as I
opened my eyes I
saw a black shadowy object coming towards me fast! It had
a round head and
it's arms were outward, but they faded as the went out, it
was coming right
for me. It was floating in the air but
at top speed like
if it had a face
I would be looking in it's eyes. I
couldn't scream I
couldn't close
my eyes and I couldn't move. It was like
I was paralyzed
with fear. When I tried to scream nothing came out but
the sound of me
breathing
in. I can't even explain the terror I
felt, in a snap it was
over, the creepy
feeling was gone out of my room and nothing was there.
Some people that
I told about this said I was dreaming but I remember
clearly when I
crawled into bed I set the alarm and it was 2:20am, after
the incident was
over it was 2:23am. Now I can not fall
asleep within
that time frame,
I told my mom who doesn't believe in ghosts and she told me
I was dreaming
as well. I remember this encounter so
vividly still today 5
yrs later and
when I tell the tale I still get tears in my eyes.
The second
encounter that I faced was not more than a month after. I was
lying in the TV
room watching TV it was around midnight or so....I always
watched TV late
being the terrified child I could never fall asleep at a
decent
hour. only a little lamp was on and then
the TV, I was getting
a little sleepy
so I got up and turned the lamp off (which made the room
quite
dark). A few minutes later I got that
creepy feeling, and I mean it was
bad, I wanted to
get up and turn the lamp on but I was to scared to. I
tried to shake
it off but I couldn't I turned the TV up and tried to forget
it. I wanted to go to my room to get away from
the creepy feeling but my
house it dark at
night, there’s 3 flights of stairs I have to go up to get
there. Now I must have fallen asleep, but what
happened when I was asleep
is the weirdest
thing. I was wearing a white t-shirt and
shorts that night
and the couch I
was on was a corner couch, there is 4 stairs going up to
the kitchen and
beside the base of that are many stairs going to the
basement. The couch in no more than 2 feet from the
stairs and the square
in which the
connect. All of a sudden I was walking
up the stairs to the
kitchen, I was
wearing the same a white t-shirt and shorts, as I was
walking up the
stairs I was turning to face something that wasn't there,
and that thing
was doing the same thing, I could not see this thing but I
could feel it
intensely, I was turning to look at it (even though I
couldn't see it)
and then all of a sudden I was on the platform where the
top of the
basement stairs start and the kitchen stairs start. I was cross
legged looking
down at my legs, I felt drugged somehow,
I was trying to
look up, when I
got my head up a little I could see glowing legs. I was
reaching out
trying to touch them, then I was up on my feet, like some
force had all
control of my body. Right then I saw
man, he had no hair and
was glowing, he
didn't look at me but we were a foot apart.
His face was
looking down and
his head was moving towards my shoulder.
It was like he
was trying to
put his head on my shoulder, as he motioned this I was slowly
moving my head
and shoulders back, I was scared, really scared, then I
awoke on the
couch short of breath like I hadn't breathed for 15 minutes. The
strange thing is
this all happened in the room I was sleeping and I was
wearing the
exact same thing. I realize I was asleep
but this wasn't a
normal
dream. I still have that creepy feeling
in the house. I do not
live there
anymore but my parents do, as was intrigued as to why weird
things were
happening. As I thought back to when I
was a child I remember
bizarre things
happening. I also asked my sister and
she also had some
stories that she
couldn't explain. Nothing like this ever
happened to my
parents, but I
still get chills when I think back to those experiences.
My Home
By:
chris_2500@hotmail.com
My name is Chris Bailey, I'm 13 and I think
my house in Elmira, P.E.I.,
Canada, may be
haunted.
Almost my whole family has had a
supernatural experience with the
exception of my
older brother Will and my dad. My mom had a dream after my
brother Peter
died at the age of 13 where she was in her dead grandmother's
house. her
grandmother told her that Peter was upstairs and was busy. He had
gone to a better
place and could not come down to visit. He was happy.
My oldest sister Bonnie also had a dream the
year she started high
school. In it,
Peter was waking her up for school and he told her that she
would never be
alone again. it was either that year or early in the next
year that she
met Jaimme Mills. They are married and have a one-year-old
son.
My older brother Tommy and his wife Amber
were sleeping one night in
Tommy's room
down stairs. Over the baby monitor they heard their son Zach
wake up. He was
only one. Music was heard coming from the baby monitor from
Zach toy. A toy
that was kept across the room from Zach. Amber remembered
that Zach slept
in Peter's old room and asked Tommy, "Tommy, what's that?"
"Its just Peter making sure that Zach
has a good night sleep," answered
my brother as he
rolled over and went back to sleep.
My older sister Mary Grace is the only one
to have seen figures. She was
sleeping in
Peter's old room with Zach one night she cam out from
Charlottetown
when she awoke to find a gray figure with a cap on starring
into the crib.
She shook her head and the figure was gone. She asked Amber
if she checked
on Zach or if anyone else did. No one else did. She went to a
psychic who told
her that a man died recently, an older figure who she loved
dearly and now
he was watching over her. indeed the psychic was right, my
grandfather had
died the year earlier and always wore his hat when he
visited. A few
weeks ago, she was sleeping on the couch upstairs when a
figure, a man,
came up and talked to her for a few hours and she returned to
her slumber. At
that time I was the only one sleeping downstairs, and I sleep
in Peter’s old
room. I slept the whole night. No one we know of who is
living was
talking to her that night.
I, too have had some experiences with the
supernatural. the day before my
sister was
talking to the person from the basement, I was in my little
brother
Brandon's room playing Gamecube while he was making his bed.
Suddenly, his
quilt began to float as if someone was holding it with their
thumb and index
finger. He called our mom to come see and she came
reluctantly.
Brandon moved his hands all around the point of the blanket but
it would not
come down until he pulled it. it floated for about two minutes.
The next night I
came up at 11:00 PM to use the bathroom. When I came out
the rocking
chair in the living room was rocking on its own. it did it again
two nights
later. my deceased grandfathers loved to rock in their rocking
chairs. the
lights in my room will go on and off on their own. I’ve seen the
switch move up
and down before. I know the bulb is fine.
that's the story of my home. if my house is
haunted than at least I know
its looked after
by almost always unseen, but no unheard, loved ones.
Ghosts and
Spirits in Topeka, KS
By:
Purple_Rosie@webtv.net
Hello- I once
lived in both houses, once in the
70's and in the
80's. The first house had many cold
spots, in it, from
demon or spirit
possession.
The middle
house, I lived in, in the early 80's.
One night, I had all
the doors and
windows shut. I was sitting in the
dinning room and
sewing. All of a sudden, there was cold wind that swept past me.
Then, in the
corner of the dinning room-the N.E. corner, there was a
book case-the
doors were hard to open-and I had a book of the Life &
Times of Jesus
in there. Well, that one book came out
of there and
crashed onto the
floor. Then, a knife levitated in the
kitchen
door-pointed at
me. So, I said, "If the Name of the
Father, the Son,
and the Holy
Spirit, get out of my home!" The
breeze went thru me,
again, and
left. I moved out of there a few days
later.
The next
residence was on the corner of 12th and Kansas Ave. The house
has long since
been torn down, but when I lived on the second floor, I
saw a baby girl
ghost run from the closet to the kitchen, then back
again. I thought it was my son, cause he was that
age, at the time, but
this ghost had
long blond hair and pink diaper pins on her diaper. I
went to look in
the back bedroom, but my son was still napping.
So, I
looked in the
closet, and there was one step in there, and the rest was
boarded up. My ex-husband also saw the little baby ghost,
too. She did
appear very
real-and even had pink barrettes in her hair.
(My son also
had blond hair,
at the time, but not long hair.)
That was the
only time that I saw any ghosts, and I have seen allot in 52
years of life.
Also, when my
father died, in Nov. 1973,' the house that I was at was
the first house.
I went over to the house,
that I lived in
and moved out of, to call the hospital, and found out he
was dead!! Coincidence??
Thanks for
listening to me. I live in California,
now, and think about