2nd encounter.
Year 1947. Place; Isle of White.(off
the south coast of
Small hotel in Shackling.
I had been taken there for a weeks holiday
with my brother
and parents and an aunt and uncle.
There was nothing special about the
hotel or its
surroundings.
I think it was the third day of our
holiday and we were all
in the dining room at the hotel for
our evening meal. I was
sitting next to my brother with my
back to the windows and
consequently was able to see the whole
room. I would mention
at this point that the walls were
lined with large mirrors
(fashionable at that time) and the
effect was rather
fascinating as no matter which way one
looked one could see
just about any other part of the room
in reflection from one
or other of the mirrors.(As far as I
know this place is
still the same now as it was then,
except the owners have
changed.)
In those days, especially when there
were 4 adults with you,
children were seen and not heard, so
as far as I was
concerned any conversation around me was
ignored.
During our meal several guests came
and went, as one would
expect to happen. At some point I
looked up and a man entered
the room and sat down for his meal.
There was nothing special
about him and yet my alarm bells were
ringing! I
didn't/couldn't see why, he looked
quite ordinary.
Eventually it dawned on me what was
wrong, I could not see
him anywhere in the
mirrors!(Impossible in that situation).
I tried to whisper to my brother about
this but was told to
be quiet and eat. I watched this man
until we left and
checked as we went out that nowhere
could I see his image in
the mirrors.
At the time all this left in my mind
was a question mark,
how?
The next day we were down at the beach
enjoying a rare warm
sunny day. My brother had gone in for
a swim and I was lying
on the sand watching him and others,
simply enjoying the
sunshine.
I looked around and saw the man from
the night before coming
down the steps to the beach(he was
some way away from us at
this point) and start to walk along
the beach near the
waters edge, heading in our direction.
I think I sat up as
the scene I had witnessed in the dining room came back to me
and I watched him as he walked. 'He
had no shadow'!
I checked that everyone else’s
shadows, including mine were
as they should be and could find
nothing else amiss.
I never spoke to him, nor have I any
idea who he was. I never
saw him again after that day.
...................................................
The two stories above are as they are
imprinted on my mind. I
make no excuses or explanations for
either.
He's Still There
By:
Fordsprintv8@aol.com
this story
starts a long time ago when I was about 8 or 9. I was watching TV when I looked
up and I saw a man watching me. he had a blue coat on. he smiled at me and
faded away. I did not feel alarmed in any way. I told my parents and they
believed me completely. every time I was by myself or scared or sad he was
there and he sit by me and his presence would make me feel better. then one day
he just disappeared. when I was 12 he appeared again. I was home alone and
cleaning the kitchen. we had one of those musical globe things that played
music only if u turned the key that’s
under it. all of the sudden it went off and we had not messed with it in years.
I had put a bunch of napkins in the stove by the burners heard a voice in my
head say stove. I looked at the stove and it was on. I feel chills run up my
spine when I think about what could of happened. I guess the blue man was still
there all along, still watching over me.
Visitor in my Home
By:
hharvey1@twcny.rr.com
I will try my
best to try to make a long story short-which is something I have never been
good.
I moved into a
second floor flat in
One night, I
think in March, I woke up to what sounded like someone walking up in the
attic. I thought maybe it was Maria (the
psycho downstairs neighbor). BUT-she had
a bad knee and was morbidly obese and I would have heard her climbing the
stairs to the attic. I shrugged it off.
My husband moved
in for good in May. There were always
those little things that we just shrug
off. For instance, the cupboard doors
would all be open in the pantry. We
would just figure it was the other person, mentally bitch them out, not wanting
to waste the time or energy to discuss how irritating this was.
In the winter of
2001, we had come home from partying all night.
Yes, we were pretty wasted when this happened-AND that is why we just
"forgot" or never talked about this after that night. I fell into bed and passed out
immediately. My husband brushed his
teeth, turned off the dining room light and shut our door to the dining
room. He climbed into bed and drifted to
sleep for about 5 minutes. All of a
sudden, we both opened our eyes and the bedroom door was open and the dining
room light was on dim. (It was the kind
of light that had a dimmer, you had to push it in to turn it on and off-AND it
was on high when turned off). We looked
at each other-kind've read each other's minds and dismissed it. Had to be the partying.
About a month
later-I was sleeping on the couch with my head on my husband's lap. All of a sudden he got up and ran for a knife
in the kitchen. He said he saw a man
walking in the back part of the kitchen.
He was terrified. (Don't ask me
why he would run towards it-I would be out the door-but that's me). He was shaken up for quite a while. No partying this time-He SWORE he saw a man
out of the corner of his eye. I told him
he was nuts.
About a week
after that in the middle of the afternoon February) he was home listening to
the TV. playing loud from the living room while typing a paper in the computer
room. He said that he heard a loud slam. Walked out and our bedroom door (which is
hung up on a throw rug) was shut. All
the windows were closed as it is cold as the North Pole in February in central
N.Y. I was at work when he called-He was
really worked up. I had never heard him
like that. That was when we really
became suspicious.
I called our
landlord and told her not to think I was nuts, but did anyone ever die in that
house? She told me that he husband's
grandfather did back in the early 1930's of throat cancer. She wanted to know why I was asking. I told her what had happened. She then said that she thought they had taken
care of "that problem". She
told us that the last tenants moved out suddenly after seeing the apparition of
a man in his 60's sitting at the kitchen table reading. She told me that they had a Catholic Mass to
help "Frank" move on.
He must have
really loved his house. The downstairs
tenants-after Psycho Maria moved out also had experiences, but I promised a
short story.
We moved to
A couple months
after my son, Peyton, was born, (September 2003) I was sitting downstairs typing on the
computer. I had the video monitor
on. I heard this strange, muffled,
non-English, whispering. I turned to
look at the monitor and his mobile was gently moving. (He was too little to reach it and again no
windows open, no air on) I ran upstairs
and his mobile was still and no noise.
My husband was gone on business, AND no one died in this house, so I
assumed that I must have been seeing things.
Then there was
the picture of my son, Peyton-which I sent a copy. This was taken around November or December of
2003.
My 7 year old
Step-son came out of his room a few months ago and told me there was a boy in
his room. He was wearing jeans and an
orange shirt. He said that the boy
looked at him, then walked through his bedroom door.
Lastly, the top
to the kitchen trash can has "fallen off" in my step-son and my presence twice. Lastly, the TV. station has changed itself
twice.
Japanese Shrine
By:
killer_hana@hotmail.com
Hello, I am 14
years old. Even though I may be a teenager and some may not believe me please
listen to my experience.
When I was young
I was not scared of ghosts nor didn’t really
believe in their presence but slightly. One day I went to a Japanese
shrine with my parents in
After that I
have been having strange experiences I have seen my future self twice! Once in
gr.4 and the other I forget. In grade 4 I innocently walked to the washroom I
saw about a 12 to 13 year old of myself...I told my mother but she said it was
probably my imagination. many years passed and many odd experiences had gone
by. I had moved during those years to
Just last year I
saw my step dad's grandmother (who is healthy and alive) staring at my picture
of when I was young exactly like she was when she visited from
Last but not
least at camp I had this scary feeling inside myself...I had never been so
scared for such a small thing I knew that was fake. I fell asleep that night
having a dream that was extremely mysterious. I was playing capture the flag
with everyone at camp. I wanted go to the other side but I saw a very pretty
girl my age. She had a ponytail, beautiful skin, hazel eyes, a fit body and she
was wearing red clothing. She was blocking my way so I decided I should run
past her. I tried but she was after me so I decided to run back to my side. I
ran as fast as I could and finally got to my side. She was on her side but
slowly came in to my side...all the sudden everyone was gone...It was only me
and her. She was starting to feel evil presence...I was scared she ran after me
and finally I could not run anymore. I couldn’t walk I was too scared. Than
right when she got in front of me her smile was not a good smile...She gave me
an extremely evil smile...I didn’t feel good...I couldn’t move! Than right
before something was going to happen she started fading, than only her hazel
eyes were left except those pair of eyes was brownish white. They were staring
at me. Just staring. I woke up shock and was scared so much. I’ve never
experienced such an evil dream. Than I turned to see right beside me the girl
from my dream fading...fading and just watching me...than her eyes disappeared.
I woke up and told my cabin buddy (who I was really great friends with) I told
her what happened and she happened to live in the area...she told me about a
girl who had gone missing a while ago...the description fit her....A few weeks
after camp ended my friend sent me the newspaper about her missing, I saw her
picture...It was her...was she telling me something? I don’t know but do you
think she was?
What caused me
to see all these things....I believe it was the shrine I visited in
Haunted
Apartment
By:
Skip61472@aol.com
After I
graduated high school me my father, brother and sister move in with my aunt and
3 cousins into a big apartment in a small town in MA. Our downstairs neighbors
at the time were Hispanic. Odd things would seem to happen throughout the
apartment. You would be watching TV and all of a sudden it would switch over to
the Spanish channel by itself. Rooms would get cold all of a sudden. One day
was very windy and we were gathered around the kitchen table playing cards. We
hear someone stomping up the stairs and the door is opened ( the wind was
blowing, but the door opened against the wind). and slammed shut. The door to
the living slammed shut, the door to the hallway opened and slammed, footsteps
were heard going upstairs, a door slammed and a TV was turned on, to the
Spanish channel and turned up loud. My 2 year old niece was in the living room
and runs into the kitchen crying hysterically. Later when our neighbors get
home we tell them what just happened. It is then we find out that they used to
rent our apartment and they had a brother die. In their culture they place the
body in the room of the house they enjoyed the most and have the wake there.
His favorite room was our living room. When he got mad he would stomp up the
stairs, slamming doors and would crank up the volume in his TV. We never saw
him but knew when he was around, he became like apart of our family. When I
moved into the apartment next door he would come and change the channels on the
TV. I think it was his way of saying hi and "keeping in touch".
On a side note
my niece when she was 3 lived in the apartment below me and I was downstairs
one night. All of a sudden she lets out a scream we all run in to see what is
wrong and she says someone looked in the window and was staring at her. My
cousin and I go out to investigate but find no one, it had been raining and
there were no footprints in the mud. As her mother is carrying her to bed she
passes a photo montage of our family and points to a photo and says that is who
was at the window. She is pointing to a photo of her great-great grandmother,
who she was named after, who had been dead almost 10 years at that point.
Man at the
Window
By:
ssimon@oxy.edu
Ok, I'm 18 now.
When I was like 12-14, I was at a funeral reception at a family friend’s house.
At first people were eating and talking and what not, but then they had some
prayer thing in the middle. My Grandma has Parkinson’s disease, and my mom
asked me if I could just sit with her and my Grandpa in the dining room while
they had the prayer thing in the den. Well, I was kind of bored the whole time
this was going on, and I was chilling staring off into space. In the corner of
my eye, I saw movement, so I looked over at the front door. I can still see it
in my head what I saw, a mid-older aged man with gray hair wearing a blue polo
shirt. His image wasn’t 100% clear because the glass on the door was French, so
it wasn’t very smooth. I didn't think anything at that time because it looked
like a normal guy just about to open the door and come in. Well, the door
opened at a normal speed, and when it was fully open, they guy was totally
gone. I was totally confused, and 5-10 seconds later, my grandpa asked me to
close the door because it was cold outside. So I got up, walked a few steps
outside, looked down their way long driveway (thought I might see someone
walking or running away), no one was there so I just turned around, went back
inside and continued my evening. It was
not until the next few days that it hit me that I might have seen a ghost.
I'm still trying
to figure out what the hell this was. "Even if I didn't see
something" the door opened like 4 seconds after I saw the thing, so it
would have been very coincidental that the door would have randomly opened like
that. I'm 100% sure I saw something, and I'm not crazy. Every time I have been
back at that house since, I always forget what I want to do, ask the lady for a
picture of her dad. See if I recognize his face at all, see if he had gray
hair, and even see if he liked to wear polo shirts.
Let me know what
you think.
The
By:
madison8185@yahoo.com
I have to admit
I'm not a believer of ghosts on earth,
but what I
experienced I can't explain. My family and
I went to
ship. I have
heard it was haunted, but never believed
it. As you
probably know they say the most haunted
part is the
boiler room. Well knowing this I was on
the look out for
anything to make me a believer and
what do you know
down where you can't go at the bottom
next to some
gears my mom and I saw a gray mist like a
fog that
occupied that area. As people were passing by
they stopped and
were looking as well. hats not all
though. As we
continued touring this magnificent ship
we were going
thought the cafeteria serving line (Keep
in mind this
cafeteria is not used anymore and hasn't
been in
operation for years)My mom turned to me and
said
"Heather do you smell that" and it smelled like
someone was
cooking food and I mean some really good
food, the aroma
was overwhelming. As we finished our
tour we asked
one of the workers if a break room or
lunchroom was
nearby the cafeteria and he said no. So I
cant explain
what we smelled or saw, but I do know your
senses don’t
deceive you because what I saw and smelled
were real.
Spirited
Workplace
By: chalendria@operamail.com
I have been at
my current job now for about 5 months, and while I hadn't seen anything until
recently, I always felt watched...especially at night when I have to go back to
do payroll.
It started
getting lively recently with the ghosts that are there bugging the night
auditor. She says she can feel them
watching her and that they make little whisperings to let her know that they
are there. But night time is not the
only time that they play with us. And I
do mean play. It seems that they love
the CD Player at front desk and had turned it on one afternoon....and the
volume was turned way up. The two girls
who were working front desk were both spooked a little, but not too terribly. They both thought that one of them could have
bumped it and made it come on, but even the taller of them could not reach it
with any part of her body that would have allowed this....and it did not
explain the volume at all.
I listen to
these stories and get a little spooked, but we all just figure that the ghost
just want to be noticed, and like CD's (played loudly).
Well, other then
the feeling of being watched at night and being completely creeped out at
night, I had not seen anything. Not
until yesterday at lunch. There was
about 20 of us in the lunchroom. Most of
us were finished eating and just waiting on others, so that we could go outside
and visit for the rest of our lunch break.
As we were sitting there talking, a large framed saying/picture about
diversity that hangs between the restroom doors just fell off the wall. The girl to the right of me jumped up and
said "It's time to go!! I am not
playing with ghosts!" I was right
behind her along with the girl who was on my left. The girl who sat across from me went to the
"picture" and picked it up.
There had been no reason for it to fall, no one had been anywhere near
it, but fall it did. She picked it up
and set it on our table. Most everyone
in the lunchroom cleared out after that...Guess we had spent too much time in
there for the ghosts comfort. I'll send
more stories as they happen, but this one is a little amusing considering that
the only time any of us were seriously spooked, there was about 20 of us
present.
Sleep Paralysis
By:
lillori@excite.com
I have
experienced sleep paralysis twice in my life and it was quite frightening. The first incident happened in my apartment
in
Personal
Haunting Experience
By:
mcahill@earthsunmoon.com
Hi there-
just found your
website and thought I’d share my haunting experience with
you. Several
years ago, I lived in
a post office
and a crossroads) located in Mathews county at the end of SR
14. Anyway, the
house we lived in was reportedly owned by some sort of boat
captain many
years ago (his family is buried there in a small cemetery in
the woods about
100 yards from the house). Anyway, every day while my sister
and I were at
school, at
violently for a
minute and then stopped. The dining room was a relatively
recent addition
to the house connecting the main house and kitchen, which
was at one point
a separate building to keep fires isolated. My mother was
the witness to
the shaking and some light orb activity, and I was privy to
some spine
chilling experiences in the former servant's quarters above the
kitchen, that we
had made into a playroom. I literally had to sit with my
back to the wall
to feel any kind of comfortable, otherwise you got the
feeling of
someone standing over you the whole time. A friend of mine
experienced the
same thing when he was visiting once. The haunting was never
anything
menacing, but enough to let you know someone was there watching.
Quite
disturbing.
There were
several other locations in the nearby wharfs and beaches that
were also
reportedly haunted as well.
By:
cecilia@prc.utexas.edu
When I was a
child, I lived in
We moved from
that house when I was about 9 years old.
I later moved into that house again as a young married woman and was
always afraid to go in that room where I had seen the face. I just used the room as a storage space. At that time, I did not think anything more
about my fear. Several years after
that, my brother and his wife and children lived in the same suite on the
second floor. My oldest daughter, who
was probably 7-8 at the time, spent the night with her aunt, uncle and
cousins. The next morning, she told me
that she had seen this frightening green face in the bedroom window. For the first time, I connected her sighting
with what I had seen as a child. I asked
her not to say anything to her brother and sister who were going to spend the
next night with my brother’s family.
Sure enough, the
next day my two other children reported seeing a green ghost. This time, the ghost appeared full bodied in
another room of the house. He seemed to
be trying to communicate with them. The
children said that he appeared to be dressed in very old clothes or perhaps had
a blanket wrapped around him. He seemed
to be very angry. I learned years later that my youngest daughter had asked my
brother about the apparition and that my brother had said “oh, that is just the
ghost that lives here.”
Unfortunately, I
never got to ask my brother about it, as I moved to
We have one
other sister who says that she felt a presence in the house but never saw the
apparition. She believes that the person
was not a kind or good person while alive.
Our parents and grandparents who lived in the house have all passed
away. I have always wondered who this
person was. I have tried to find
information about the location on the internet but to no avail. Our other sister was only a baby when we
moved from that house and I don’t believe ever experienced anything.
Someday I may
ask a cousin if he ever encountered the ghost.
The house was very old and creaked at night. One time I remember waking and that the medal
of the blessed mother that I always wore around my neck was missing – chain and
all. I never found the medal or chain.
3 Ghost Stories
By:
asouthall@sib.state.ok.us
First of all, I
have always believed in God and the inevitability of something bigger than us
being "out there". Many people are brought up in church believing in
the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, but the majority of parents teach their
children that there are no such things as ghosts. What obvious irony.
I am 28, married
and a mother of one son. I have had no
instances, even possible encounters, since I was a kid. I grew up in
Enough
background info. I have 3 interesting
stories. Two of which are my own and one of which is my older cousin's (he has
several), and I actually think his is the best one, but mine are altogether
unexplainable as well, and none are very long.
So, here goes...
My first story
happened to my oldest cousin and some of his friends only about 6 years ago
(1998) on our family's ranch.
The Rhythm of
the Fog
First of all, my
cousin will be 36, and he is a married father of two. He and I are alike in that we appreciate the
land and those that came before us. Our
mothers are sisters and they grew up along with our uncle in
This ranch is
beautiful, about 2100 acres total, but about 1000 acres of it is made up by the
mountain on it (there is actually a smaller mountain by the bull pen, but it is
fairly small although you can look out over my mother's hometown from the top
looking North) in Kiowa County. In
Anyway, my
cousin goes up there as much as possible. He brings friends who are willing to
camp up there. He has cooking utensils and a storage place for some things up
there. He has gone by himself before,
saying that it is very spiritual, and it is.
According to his research, the land was sacred Indian land, apparently
Kiowa. (Mind you, he is a very faithful Christian, and he and his wife are
active in there church and teach Sunday school.) I will have to say that he is a unique one,
though, and he was very much wild when he was younger and up until he got
married. Importantly, my cousin has
always played the drums and plays in bands.
On one
particular summer evening, he and a small group of friends had settled around a
campfire on Flat Top. My cousin brought
his old bongo drums which he had since he was a kid (they are two drums connected
by wooden base) since they were easy to carry in his backpack. He said the
night was perfectly clear with the stars so close, seemingly, and yet only the
light of the campfire was glowing (I can't remember if he said the moon was out
or just partial, but it was clear). As
he got a rhythm on the drums, he said everyone saw this fog began to rise out
of nowhere. He didn't think much about
it at first, but continued to play. Then, he said the fog was very thick and
suddenly began to clearly form into the shapes of Indians, as if they were
coming to life in the fog to the rhythm of the drums. Everyone was becoming shocked and my cousin
didn't think this was right, so he quit playing, and the fog slowly dissipated
into nothing.
He said no one
really talked much about it because they were already freaked out as it was, so
they accepted it and that it was gone then, and then they left in the morning.
My cousin is
very grounded in his faith and chose to stop whatever began, and who knows what
would have happened had they not.
My two personal
stories happened around the same time, though, I can't remember exactly when,
just that I was about 10 or 11(1986-87), so about One is possible ghost, the
other is, if anything, UFO.
UFO?
I was at my best
friend's home in the country (mind you, my hometown is rural and you don't have
to go very far, maybe 2 miles, to be "in the country"). Anyway, she lived on a Rural Route address NE
of town, and no homes were near except for the partial underground home about 1
or 2 miles further East down their dirt road.
I had been to her house "millions" of times by then, during
the day, staying the night, etc. This
was a sleepover and it was summer time.
Her parents were in the process of closing in their back porch with brick
and windows, but hadn't yet put the glass or back door on yet. We had lawn chairs to sleep on the porch for
fun, but since it was summer and warm, we were allowed to stay up and so we
temporarily moved the lounging lawn chairs out into her back yard. It was a beautiful clear night, and the stars
were very visible. I don't remember
their being a moon out, but we could see clearly into the night and the
surroundings. The trees in the area were
mainly from old tree lines planted years ago by farmers to prevent soil
erosion. The outline of one of these
lines were clearly visible although several miles beyond the underground home
down the road. We were both kind of
chit-chatting and all of a sudden a bright orange ball of light flew very fast
way up in the sky and stopped. Now, I
have to explain that although this and the following happened within a matter
of seconds, tons of things, naturally, are running through my head trying to
rationalize what this could be. The
light then abruptly made a 90-degree turn, speeding off to the West in
literally a split second and went down below that tree line, which was at least
several miles or more away. Then, just
as soon as the light went down, it shot or flew back up to where it was, but
this time, 2 other bright orange balls of light were with it. They stopped and then made another 90-degree
turn, speeding back to the East and flew higher into the sky until they were
out of sight. My friend and I
immediately discussed to make sure we saw the same thing as it had happened so
fast, neither of us said a thing during the sighting. We saw the same thing and to this day call it
UFOs because these were technically Unidentified Flying Objects. Our parents, however, dismissed our story
with shrugged shoulders, but widened eyes.
Ghost Orb
My second
account involves only myself as witness. I grew up 2 miles SE in the country
down a Rural Route as well, but my road was paved, although unmarked. You
entered our 5-acres by crossing a cattle guard and following a long dirt driveway,
about 300 yards straight, that took a turn before reaching the separate garage
my father had built. To the left sat our brown mobile home. We had bought it
and moved it there in Aug. of 1981. Again, I was about 10 or 11 at the time of
this incident, and it was Winter or late Fall.
Mobile homes are
long, and this wasn't a double-wide, so it was fairly narrow. It was night, and I was in my room, at one
very end of the home, at which the opposite was my parents' bathroom, bedroom,
and down a few steps, the living room and kitchen; then the hallway to my
sister's bedroom, our bathroom, and finally, my room, which entrance faced the
length of the trailer while my sister's room and the bathroom's entrances faced
the width. I was cold and so I wanted to
get my favorite green blanket. Right
outside my room was our Harvest Gold-colored washer and dryer, above which were
several cabinets. At that time, I had to
climb upon the dryer to reach the cabinet to retrieve my blanket. Both my bedroom light and the hallway light
were on. As I was pulling the blanket
from the cabinet, I felt the need to turn around and look into the bathroom,
which was directly behind me, and, as I described, was right between mine and
my sister's bedrooms. I was within about
2 feet of the bathroom entrance and I could see the short distance of about 5
or 6 feet to the bathroom window, which was to the front of the home. It was a rectangular window, more tall than
wide, with that rough glass so you can't see clearly through it for detail, but
you can for shape and color. It had a
sliding curtain of the ugly early 80s brown color that happened to be pushed
open to one side from my Mom's cleaning stint earlier during the day.
What I saw
silhouetted against the dark night was a solid white circle, or partial as it
was very large and the window was too small to see it all at once. It was
floating outside this window which was, of course, 7 or 8 feet off the ground.
I was waiting for this to turn out to be a passing car, but it wasn't, and its
properties were not even close. There was no passing light, but, instead, this
"orb" (as I have only recently learned of this term) hovered as if
looking at me and then gently floated across to the other side of the window
until out of sight. Before I could
gather my senses, it floated back from that side to the other side until out of
sight. Then, amazingly, it passed one
more time, but this time from that same side it just came from. So, to sum up clearly, it crossed one way
then back the other way, but then it crossed that way again, as if it had made
a circle to start back again.
I thought that
my dad had gone outside for some reason, but he, my mom, and my sister who was
about 5 then were all in the living room and looked at me funny when I opened
the front door off the living room and looked to my right toward the bathroom
window. I saw nothing, but what this reminded me of was the evil clown from
Stephen King's "IT" that walked around with the floating balloons. I
loved scary movies and stories, but this was actually something I witnessed,
not watched on TV. I never found an
explanation, none logical that is, and have had nightmares about that house
since we moved to town in 1990. I really miss the 5 acres though.
"Sorority
Ghosts"
By:
babydolldx@hotmail.com
I had heard the
rumors about the dorm building that my sorority uses as a House on our college
campus. I had heard that strange things
happened often, that there were ghosts in that building, built around the mid
20's (and not really much different now).
I didn't have to wait long until I had experienced things there for
myself.
I hadn't even
moved in yet, and already it was clear that whatever is in our House seemed to
pay alot of attention to me. I was
sitting on the floor in the middle of our formal room, a large lobby area that
measures about forty feet by sixty feet with a relatively low ceiling; I was
working on a poster for a project, when something hit the back of my head
(pretty hard too). I turned around to
see a pencil laying on the floor behind me.
It had hit the back of my head, as if someone chucked it at me from five
feet away, but no one was there. I was
one of 3 people in the entire house at the time, and the other two were sitting
in the kitchen (the adjascent room) talking, and I could hear them the entire
time.
Not long in the
school year after that, I was sitting on a sister's bed watching a movie with
five other people in the room. About 3
feet above my head, there was a shelf that extended from the wall about two and
a half feet. I was leaning against the
wall, so the edge of this shelf was not directly above my head (more like my
knees). All of a sudden, something hard
hit me square in the face. After being
stunned, I looked at what had assaulted me: it was a large wooden paddle that
had been on the shelf above me, LEANING against the wall. There's no way it could have just fallen off
the shelf, and even if it had, it should have hit my knees, or the floor... not
my head. My sisters commented about how
it had to be the ghost.
Another time, I
was in the bathroom (community toilets) in the middle stall of three. These bathrooms are very acoustic, and you
KNOW when someone else is in there with you.
All of a sudden, the toilet to my left flushed, then mine flushed (I
didn't touch it), then the one to my right flushed.
After I moved
into the house, things happen to me (and my other sisters) on a fairly regular
basis. My chinese lantern (which hangs
from my ceiling) swings back and forth without any cause (all the freaking
time). My windchimes (also hanging from
my celing) occasionally chime for no reason (no circulation in my room, and I'm
also on the top floor, so that rules out vibrations from the floor above). I hear scratchings on my door at night. Sisters of mine have experienced things
"sitting" on their beds with them at night. Blankets get pulled from beds, appliances get
mysteriously turned on and off, a female voice calls to lone girls in the
house, only to be found without an owner.
The last 24 hours have been especially freakish. One sister's hair was pulled while in the
shower, another's was pulled while in a meeting in the formal room (I happened
to witness this: there was no one near her, and she uddenly sat up with a
yelp..saying someone had yanked on her ponytail). A few girls have seen things lately too: one
girl saw someone in the bottom floor bathroom very early in the morning (she
saw a figure enter the shower stall, but when she asked who it was, no one
answered. She checked, and no one was
there), another girl spotted someone running up the back stairwell, she
followed close behind to find a group of sisters sitting in the hallway at the
top of the stairs, who had seen nothing.
During our
initiation of new member's ceremony, something pulled an entire wall of
curtains down, one by one. I was sitting
just infront of the curtains, and no one touched them. No one human, anyway.
About a week
ago, one sister woke up to find every poster on her wall (she had at least 20)
had been ripped off the wall and piled in the center of her room, the rope
light she had strung over her vanity had been pulled away, every bit of make-up
and product on her vanity had been turned upside down, and safety pins littered
the floor (she had no idea where they came from). She refused to sleep in her room for two
days.
The legend is
that we have three particular ghosts in our House, that of a sorority girl who
had killed herself in the house back in the thirties (we believe she is
responsible for most of the activity), a fraternity boy who suposably killed
himself in our formal room (We think he had something to do with the ransacking
of that one sister's room), and a faceless old man who never ventures into the
private rooms part of the house, but loves to fool with our one and only soda
machine and switch the clothes around in our laundry facilities. I myself have
seen his reflection behind me in the basement door.
We're actually
quite fond of our resident ghosts, so long as they don't bother us too much
during finals week.
Ghosts in My
Life
By:
Orchidlisa@aol.com
My name is
Lisa, I am really glad that I have
discovered you. Finally someone who
understands. Well here is my personall
ghostly visits as I call them.
I have always
seen ghosts my whole life, as a young child I use to be afraid when I was
visited. My parents always thought I had
a overvivid imagination. I use to get
this invisible being that would come to my room. I could feel it as it got on top of me and I
would tell it to go away. I always knew
when it would be coming before it would arrive and try to hide from it. I never did see this ghost as I have always
called it. After my greatgrandfather
died he came to visit me, I got really
scared when I saw him. But then I was
always afraid of him anyways. I have
seen people behind friends that they have told me that they do not see, but
when I have described what they looked like they have told me for the 4 friends
that this has happened to me in my life that it sounded like a relative. My whole life at times I will see someone
from the corner of my eye but when I look directly at it there will be
nothing. When I go some places I feel a
very cold presence and let me tell you I am one of those people that is always
hot, I don't even own a coat. I can
definitely tell you I can always tell when something bad or evil is
around. One of my moms friends when I
was about 10 told me that I shouldn't be afraid and that she believed me
because she has the same experiences as I did and told me not to be afraid but
to talk to them and tell them to go away or how can I help or whatever I
feel. After I started doing this I have
not been afraid anymore, of course unless I feel some kind of evil. When I lived in
I would love you
to contact me if you would like or have any questions.
My Daughter's
Death
By:
hoopesj@attinet.com
Just came across
your web site and thought I would share some strange things
that happened
after my daughter's death.
to the house for
no particular reason. While she's visiting she gives me a
big hug and
tells me she loves me. Similar to if she was taking a long trip.
This was very
unusual because my daughter very seldom did this, very out of
character for
her.
was in an
accident on her way to work and I need to get to the hospital
ASAP. My wife
stops by the office and we drive to
us. On the way
to the hospital I have a vision of something coming through
the windshield
and striking me in the head. It's at this moment I realized
Diana was dead.
Upon arrival to the hospital our worst fears are realized.
Diana was DOA
and her baby was removed surgically at the hospital. The baby
had to be placed
on life support because she was without oxygen for too
long. She
eventually was taken off life support because tests revealed she
was brain dead.
BTW, Diana was due to give birth in a week.
While at the
hospital we learned the grim details of her death. While riding
to work as a
passenger with her future mother-in-law, a passing 18 wheeler
coming from the
opposite direction loses a cargo locking device. It fell to
the road where
it was picked up by the rear tire and thrown into the air
where it crashed
through the windshield of the 95 Taurus, hit the dash and
ricoched up and
struck my daughter in the head crushing 1/3 of her skull.
Her
mother-in-law pulls over immediately, rushes to the other side of the
car and holds
Diana where she died in her arms. The ambulance didn't arrive
at the scene for
about 20 minutes due to the location. It happened right as
they passed over
the county line so they were at the fringe for
responsibility
but only 5 minutes from the nearest hospital. The most ironic
thing about this
story, it was Diana's last day of work.
wondering where
his mother is and all I can do is look at him and cry.
Thankfully he is
only two years old so I figure in a few years he will
forget about his
mother. I'm trying to feed him and while I was sitting at
the table trying
to get him to eat he stops what he's doing and looks at me,
similar to the
way a fish would look at you through the glass of an
aquarium. Then
the strangest thing happens,
appears to be
the face of my daughter. It actually morphed before my very
eyes. She looked
at me with wide eyes as if to say "I'm OK daddy. See, it's
me Diana!"
This experience lasted about 5 seconds and then his face changed
back and he went
back to eating his food. I just completely freaked out and
broke down into
tears for about an hour.
after everything
settled down, my wife was sitting at the kitchen table
crying like I've
never heard anyone cry. I noticed a noise in the laundry
room directly
behind her that sounded like a "tap....tap....tap". I opened
the laundry room
door and I couldn't believe my eyes. On the top shelf was a
plant sprayer
like the type that you hook up to the garden hose. It was
dripping water
at the rate of about a drop a second. What made this strange
was that we
haven't used it for several weeks and when I pulled it off the
shelf and opened
it, it was completely dry inside. Also, in order for water
to drip out it
would have to travel up an incline that was 45 degrees from
level.
About two months
after my daughter's death, a dried flower arrangement that
was on the wall
in the bathroom started to drip what appeared to be blood
for about 24
hours. My daughter made the arrangement shortly before her
death. I
couldn't determine where the "blood" was coming from. It seemed to
ooze from all
over. This incident really upset us more than anything because
we felt there
was a message there but we weren't sure what it meant. My
daughter really
enjoyed arts and crafts and was accepted to
of Art and
Design two months previous to her accident.
Anyway, I feel
when people die; there spirit might linger around until they
feel it's OK to
proceed to the next plane. Even if it's just to make sure
that their loved
ones have coped with their passing.
As a side note,
Diana's fiancé said sometimes when he was thinking of her,
he could smell
her perfume as though she was standing next to him.
Disappearence in
the Woods
By:
stealthflyer8@yahoo.com
When i was about
8 years old my father, my mother, my brother and I moved into a house in
Ghosts are Real
By:
flman41@arczip.com
Hello, My name
is Brian and I’m from
that, still to
this day. freaks me out when I think of it.
I'm 41 now and
live in
I never believed
in ghosts. But, when we were kids there
were plenty of
ghost stories to
be
shared. They never bothered me much, I was always too
level headed for that.
When I was 17,i
met a wonderful kind girl named,
"Ann" (not real name)and
soon we were
dating. Ann liked to go out to parks and
cemeteries with her
cameras and
tripods and she take hundreds of pictures, of trees, and
headstone, and
bushes,etc.....Just about anything that she felt needed to be
captured on
film. One day, she comes hammering on my
parents front
door........I
answer, and she pretty much grabs me and pulls me out and down
off the porch,
she had something to show me. A few days
prior, she took allot
of pictures of
me but,3
pictures showed a man standing beside me with a sickle or a
staff.......At
various times
during that day at the cemetery. The pictures showed very
clearly a black
mist hovering beside me. I felt a
little weird about
that, even
though I didn't believe. All it looked like to me was a, camera
problem-probably. Anyways, she said she wanted
to go back and
take more pictures. "When?" I
asked. "Tonight.", She quickly
said back,
"........around
thought about
for a few moments then, thought what the heck, might be fun.
Later that night
I picked here up at 9:40'ish and we drove back to the
massive
expensive camera that had a suitcase for all the attachments. I
carried the case
in my left hand while holding her hand as we walked to a
spot where she
"felt was right" We passed a
few headstones with burning
candles, and I
could hear the crickets all around us. It was very dark, the
moon was not out
and I got this sudden urge to give Ann a quick kiss on the
cheek. so I
leaned over and did. She giggled and then, something hit me
across the face.
It felt more like a, slap. I jerked
back, and Ann
asks,” what the
hell was that?" I said, I don't
know, something hit
and Ann looks at
my face. "You got a few
scratches,......hummmmmm maybe it
was a
bat?" "Lets, take some
pictures." She hands me, a bunch of
cards, numbered
from #1 to ..whatever. Then says, "hold up # 1 card." I
do and she snaps
a few pictures. Some with the flash and
some not.
walking a little
further....Ann says,"Oh that feels good......my neck is
sore" I said ."What? "you were rubbing my neck I loved it.
you don't have
to
stop." I said,” I was not, I’m
holding your hand" Well, something
was.
We stop and she
starts shooting more pictures. while having me place card
#5,then card
#6,then card #7,etc. Then we started to
hear someone cry in
the
distance......I said,” lets get out of here-we can come back during the
weekend in when
it's light out." I was really
getting spooked!
Oh,but,Noooooo-she
wants to stay). holding hands, she leads me closer to the
spot where we
though we heard the crying coming from. Nothing, but it was
loud. I also
started hearing growls, and hissing. I felt a burning sting on
my back. I said I'm leaving and grabbed her hand and
we walked back. not
talking, I tried
looking for my car-not in sight, We found
a
path..........we'll
just follow this until we come to the entrance.
Then I
here
Ann.....but, in the Distance.” BRIAN.....BRIAN?, Where in the hell are
you?" I stop and look over to my side to say,” nice
trick" But there was no
one there. YES I
WAS STILL HOLDING A HAND. BUT NOT HERS. I felt a hand in
my
hand........but no one was there. I tried to get it to let go but
couldn't.
It didn't want
to let go. I felt it holding on to me,
but I couldn't feel it
to grab on to
pull it off. I called "ANN!....over
here follow my
voice, something
weird is going on." Then suddenly,
whatever was holding my
hand, lets go
and pinches my privates and slaps me in the face. It pulls my
hair and jerks
my head, causing me to fall down. I
heard a hissing sound and
also, a spitting
sound and felt my face spattered with something wet.
Ann, calls my
name again, and everything stopped. she was nearby, and I said in
a normal voice,”
I’m over here." She was
mad,...."where the hell did you
go?" "though we were walking back......but
it wasn't with you" I told
her everything
and she just wanted to take pictures.
Afterwards, It took us
15 minutes to
find the entrance and the car. we left.
At home, after
dropping Anna
off....I was up in bed and getting ready to turn off the
light, I hear
that same crying sound coming from outside my bedroom window.
I quickly turn
off the light, jump out of bed and look down at the street.
Nothing, I see,
nothing,......then at the corner of the neighbors
house, somewhat
behind a bush, I see a tall female figure, dark and
motionless,
looking up at
shades down and
turned on all the lights in my room. I also, turned on the
radio and then
called Ann. But her father answered,(not
happy) and said Ann
is in the dark
room- call her tomorrow. It was
as a baby. I didn't get to sleep until about
comes up to my
room and says,"Anns here." I
get up go down stairs and we
sit at the
kitchen table. Ann says, I haven't slept
yet. I was up all
morning
developing these pictures. She shows me
all the pictures she took.
When I got
slapped or hit the first time, from cards #
figure around me
and it was a female figure in a long dress with puffy
sleeved shirt or
blouse with, long hair. The other(second
set) that was
taken after she
said I was rubbing her neck and showed
nothing but a mist
way in the
distance/but when she showed the second set with the lens to see
in the dark.
Someone was standing next to me.........but since, she wasn't
taking pictures
of me directly.......we could see no more than, what was near
my shoes or
legs. But there were many pictures, that
where blurred, from up
close to the
lens. The were around her!
Later when she found me on the
ground, she took
more pictures after what I told her what had happened to
me.....The same
female figure......was near me again.
the pictures also
showed the
scratches on my face, and a very red cheek.
The tomb stone that
was in 15 of 30
pictures, showed the name:Dovey Lillith McPherson.....born
1887 died 1906
...sudden illness. Noticing a red flag
in the back ground of
many of the
pictures, I go back to the first set of pictures and there in the
background is a
red flag and in two of them, also was the headstone with
the pictures of
the other day, when the man with the sickle, was near me. She
pulls them out
and there, right there..........the man or image; with the
sickle-same
spot! Dovie lillith McPherson on the right
of George Wendle
McPherson born 1855 died 1939. He was her father.. I then told Ann
about what i saw
outside my window after getting home.
"She followed
you,............She
said,...... I'll come by Monday night
and we can take
some pictures of
where she was." the other pictures
were uneventful. After
i kissed Ann
Goodbye...I felt a cold draft go through me.
Later after i
had something to
eat,i went back up to my room and my pillow was ripped to
shreds and all
my books had pages torn out of them. And
my watch was gone.
I called a
company in the yellow pages that delt with strange stuff. But
they all laughed
at me pretty much. so i called a Clergy at a Catholic
Chuch......they
blamed me for it.....I hung up. I
couldn't get no help or
anyone to
listen. So monday night come and my
parents where at the V.F.W.
Anne came right
over from work and she started to take pictures of the
bushes and the
corner the neigbors house. We didn't
feel or sence anything
unusual. Anna asks,"What time did you see her
here" I said, "around
looks at here
watch and says,"Since it's only10:15 pm,...we have to wait."
Wait we
did. I was into this and i WAS a
believer now,no doubts at all! We
had a few
sandwaiches and some Pepsis and i went into make us some ice cream
cones. I came out and handed Ann hers and as i started to sit down. I
heard,someone
crying,I said,....."do you?"
"Yep".....Ann hearing it
too,she gets up
with her Camera and starts shooting pictures. It's
As ann is taking
pictures,...i decide to try to talk to it.
I said, "Dovie!
What do you
want?.....We know who you are. leave us
alone-leave me
alone........" The ice cream that ann set down on the
porch,flew up in the
air and came,
straight at me. I moved out of the way
and it hit my parents
big bay
window. meanwhile,ann is shooting away
and says,"hold on i want to
use the other
camera... " I get off the porch run
towards the street,i got
slapped
again! Then,ann falls,breaking her
camera. I pick Ann up and at
that time my
parents come home,pulling in the driveway. My dad stops the car
and says,"o.k.
you two......don't you think it's a bit late to be playing
outside." My parents laugh....and drive into the
garage. We weren't
amoused. for 20 minutes nothing happened so,ann says
she's going home to
see what she can
find in the pics. "stay close to
the phone, i'll call if
there is
anything." No phone call,so by
Ann shows
up,with the pics....but nothing all blurred,probably due to the
corner street
light and or damage from dropping it.
She lost the $3000.00
camera ,it was
beyond repair. When she got home,her dad
helped her pry it
open with 2
screwdrivers just to get the film out.
Well,I don't know what
you make of
it. Nothing more ever happened
again,ever I will never go back
to
a cemetery-EVER
EITHER!. And I never did find my
watch. I continued to
date ann
until she left
for college. Then we lost contact.
We,never spoke
since,.......and
for 11 years i tried to locate her But,no luck. I know
it's real,i know
it happen. I've told my story to a
number of people over
the years-all
say,well,if nothing is happening now,we're just not
enterested.
So,there you have it. believe it or not.
Charlie
By:
vulgar_ostentation@yahoo.com
I've had a few
experiences that I could add to this long list of incredible stories, but I'll
just tell about my first. It happened
when I was about four,and took place in a very small town in
Evil from the
East
By:
honeycod@earthlink.net
I have a true
experience to relate.
In January 1992,
I was reading a book about mediums and channelers. I read that one of them called for her spirit
guide to make itself known to her and the next day, it had appeared. I wanted to have the same experience, so I
went to bed long before my husband. I
closed my eyes and surrounded myself with a white protective light. I asked that whatever guides were out there
for me make themselves known to me.
Since childhood, my greatest fear was to leave my hands outside my
covers at night for fear something would touch me. Before I fell asleep, I deliberately put my
right hand over the edge of the bed to demonstrate that I trusted whatever
might come. I turned off the light and
fell asleep.
Sometime while I
was asleep, my husband came to bed, but I was never aware that he had done so.
I became aware
again sometime in the wee hours. I won't
say I was "awakened" because I could not open my eyes. I was lying on my right side facing a wall
and I could feel my husband's back resting against mine. Resting on top of me, between my hip and my
ribs was what felt like a very compact but heavy presence. It hampered my breathing and I could not
move. My eyes were closed and I had the
"knowledge" in my awareness that if I opened them, I would never be
the same again. I felt that the presence
that was sitting on me was the leader, and there was another entity on the
floor beside the bed with its face very close to mine. I was frozen with terror. I remembered my hand extended off the side of
the bed, and as soon as I thought of it, a cold, dead-feeling hand was placed
in my hand - the very thing I had always feared.
All was still in
the room as I tried to get a grip on my terror.
I thought to myself, you invited this encounter so you'd better say
something. I said out loud, "Who
are you?" I know I said it out loud
because I distinctly remember feeling my mouth move and hearing my voice say
the words. A thought came into my mind
that was not my own. It said
"Cheeeeetaaaahhhh" in a singsong voice. As that word was "spoken" in my
mind, a knowledge of how these entities had come also entered my mind. I "knew" that they had come
extremely fast from the East through the walls of the house and through the
bureau that rested against the east wall of my bedroom to rest upon me. I have no idea where this information came
from...it seemed like it was given to me.
I didn't know
how to respond to this answer, so I said something that seems stupid now. I said aloud," Do they call you that
because you travel so fast?"
In response, the
bony tip of a finger touched the left side of my forehead where it rested on
the pillow and slowly drew a line across my forehead. Simultaneously, a voice inside my head said
my name slowly in that singsong way again..."Diiiii-aaaannnnne"
As my name was
said, my head was filled with the knowledge that whatever was toying with me
was immensely evil. If it wanted to, it
could destroy me with that very fingertip.
I also was given the knowledge that I was such a small, insignificant
speck in the universe, that it chose not to mess with me at this time. Instantly after this knowledge was given to
me, the two things were gone as fast as they had come.
I opened my eyes
and saw the familiar shapes in the dark of my dresser, my nightstand and lamp,
the book I had
been
reading. I was absolutely frozen with
terror. I moved my left hand to touch my
husband and felt a bit better. I took
some deep breaths, but I was shaking and tears were coming from my eyes. I never went back to sleep that night, but
lay in the dark until my husband awoke.
I asked him if he had seen or heard or felt anything in the night. He said no.
A few years
later, I went to see a psychic with some friends. When it was my turn to ask a question, I said
to her,
"I had an
experience a few years ago. What can you
say to me about that?"
She brushed her
hand across her forehead and said,"Your spirit guides are saying 'Whew'
because that was a very dangerous thing that you did. You were being tested, and you barely got out
of it with your life. NEVER do that
again!"
A few years
after that, I was in a college class with a Native American woman. I told her about the incident and she said
that she was not surprised it came from the East because the East is where her
tribe always sends the bad spirits to banish them. Needless to say, I have never again tried to
contact my spirit guides.
Dance Studio
By:
daculahottie@yahoo.com
My name is
Shelbi, and I am the age of 13. I work at my dance studio, and I take classes
there 3 hours a day. The studio is located right by an old grave yard. Since it
opened, back in 1999, it has no doubt been haunted. The spirit(s) inhabiting
the building although have never been a potential threat. They are frightening,
but never violent. In fact, the spirit(s) are not even destructive. They are
definitely there though. Several occurrences have happened there, and still
scare me each time. For Example: While vacuuming one night around
GHOST DOG OF
HALLOWEEN
By:
yarutai@hotmail.com
Only a few weeks
ago it was Halloween. I decided I'd like to thumb my way
through
Halloween, by painting my nose black and wearing phony antlers. And
ta-da! I was a
reindeer.
I am 13, so I
should've been trick-or-treating, but something compelled me
to stay there
and hand out candy.
And being the
cheapo that I am, I decided to kill two birds with one stone
and meditate
also.
My dad has never
believed in ghosts, aliens, or other paranormal activity,
so when I
meditated he thought I was insane. And maybe I am.
Anyways, he was
watching me meditate, joking about 'the spirits' when he
decided to go
inside for a minute. With my eyes closed, I nodded and opened
them to see if
trick or treaters were coming, when suddenly the image of a
transparent
black dog came into view. His left ear was bleeding
uncontrollably,
as if it had been mutilated and torn, and he was foaming at
the mouth like
he had rabies, and I think he did. He wore a collar, with a
bone-shaped tag,
but I couldn't read the text. The tag sifted through his
chest, waving in
the wind, but quite strangely enough it was a gentle sway,
unlike the gusts
of winds happening that night.
Anyways, my dog
Tilly sat next to me and began barking and growling a
little, as if
she was very uneasy, and she looked at the dog.
I stood up and
paused, watching the dog curiousely as it snarled at me. It
looked like it
was barking, but no sound came out of it's mouth, and I
thought I was
going crazy.
I took a step
back in fright, and it leapt onto the porch, angrily howling
and barking at
me, when my dog scratched at the door and wanted to get
inside. I tore
the door open and allowed her to run inside, and when I
turned back, the
dog was gone.
Despite it's
absense physically, it tormented me that night with random
growls and barks
that only I could hear.
For example,
here's an excerpt (I jot down my paranormal encounters in a
journal):
Me: Hey, did you
hear that?
Dad: Hear what?
Me: This really
creepy low growling coming from the pathway.
Dad: No ...
Me: There it is
again! (I leapt in fright.)
Dad: Come on,
you're just imagining things.
Me: ...
I kept that
experience to myself for a while, since I was terrified that
telling anybody
would make the dog come back. I had a nightmare about it
that night, and
it made me break out in a cold sweat.
The nightmare
was about the black dog. I was stroking my cat tenderly, and I
smiled when he
purred as we sat in a white space of nothingness.
Suddenly, the
black dog appears, growling angrily at Socks (my cat), and yet
my cat does
nothing. But I leap in shock and begin to run.
The dog
continues to chase me, howling and barking, foaming angrily at the
mouth, when my
cat leaps infront of me and makes me trip. Both Socks and the
dog close in on
me. My cat holds me down while the dog closes in on my neck,
and that's when
I woke up.
I've never quite
looked at my cat the same way, as he seems to be a link
between my
paranormal experiences in some way, and I never forget the angry
dog.
In any case,
this is one of a chronicle of paranormal activities I've
experienced only
this year.
Ghosts
By:
jkirk@iomet.com
I have three
experiences that all seem to fall into the ghost catagory. Two are instances
where I ran up against very cold areas in old houses that during the summer
that made my hair stand on end and caused a feeling of panic making me retreat
in a hasty fashion from the area. One was in my grandfather's old house on our
farm which had been vacant since he passed away in 1964. Being an old homestead
house in the family since the 1840's several of my relatives have passed away
in this house including my grandfather. I have been in and stayed in this house
many times since I was a child and never experienced anything unusual until
this one particular instance. I was living in my father's house after he passed
away and one summer day decided to walk down to my grandfather's old house just
to look around and see what condition the place was in. There was an old
enclosed spiral staircase that lead upstairs and I had been up there many
times. As I opened the door to the stairway this time though, after about to
steps it felt as thought the temperature had dropped about 20 degrees and I found
myself with one foot in the air frozen in place. It was almost as if I had come
up a gainst an invisible cold wall and was unable to proceed up the stairway. I
had instant goose bumps and after gathering my thoughts slowly backed out of
the stairway and hall. As I walked back into the dining room I felt foolish and
turned to go back upstairs. It was the same feeling again only now I felt
something close to panic and just wanted to get out of the old house which I
did in short order. As I said the place had been empty for fifteen years and
was in bad repair with broken wondows and such, but this was in mid summer and
close to 90 degrees outside with no reason whatsoever to have a cold draft or
anything inside the house. Ghost? I've always wondered. The house was taken
down last year and my cousin has a mobile home on the site now.
The other
incident of this nature occurred at a friend's place when I was 17 years old.
We had walked from his parent's house back accross a creek and pasture to his
grandfather's old place about a half mile away on their farm. The place had
been empty since his grandfather passed away years before. The house was in bad
shape with the end wall of the house collapsed so the place was open to the
weather on one side. My friend told my to keep my mouth shut about being there
because for some reason his parents had told him to stay away from the place.
Anyway to make a long story short, he had forgotten something at home that he
wanted to bring on our hike and told me to wait while he ran home. While
waiting curiosity overcame me and I went up to the old house and hopped up into
the end room on the open side. It looked like it was the main bedroom as it
still had an antique bed and dresser there. The bed still had old moldy bedding
on it and a depression in the middle like someone had been laying there. I
noticed the whole house was still furnished like no one had taken anything out
after the old man had passed away there. There were still dishes on the table
and food in the cupboards. Of course everything was wet and moldy from the
leaks in the roof and such but it looked as if nothing had been touched. I was
just curious as I looked around. This was also a nice summer day and fairly
warm outside. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary until I noticed an old civil
war type ammo case hanging on an old hall tree by the front door. I took it off
the hook and opened it to find it still full of old ammunition which had turned
green from oxidation. All at once I felt a very cold chill come over me and a
wierd feeling of panic. I hung the case back on the rack and ran all the way
through the house and jumped out and continued on to I was well clear of the
structure. Standing out it the bright warm sun I began to feel stupid about
getting jumpy like that. I went back to the house and again hopped up onto the
flooring but that time never got past the bedroom before feeling that freezing
chill and once again turning and exiting the house for good. I've always
wondered if the old man was watching over his home or was I experiencing an
over active imagination. I don't know the status of this old house as I was
only there the one time and that was thirty years ago.
The third
incident is the one that has really bothered me for years. In 1978 my father
was diagnosed with cancer. he was 50 years old at the time and I was 23. The
doctors there in
There are a few
other odd happenings that seem minor to these but could also be included as
"paranormal" I guess. Or maybe I'm just nuts! Thanks for letting me
get this off my chest.
Haunted Places
By:
tulwolfhunter@sbcglobal.net
Thought you
might like to hear this experience. I
own a farm house three miles west of Blackwell, Ok. It was once two old school house that were
moved to the site back in the 1950's.
The two schools were put together to make the house that now stands
there. My family bought the farm in
1985 and renovated the old house. After
we moved into the house in October 1985,
odd things would happen, especially in my son's room. Things would get moved around when there was
nobody home. He would put them back
where he had them and the next time he went into the room they would be moved
again... This went on for several years then stopped abruptly.
Also on several
occasions we would be on the sun porch reading or watching TV, and you would
see this little blond headed boy about four or five years old peek around the
door from the hall and peir at whom ever was there. He would do this several times as if playing
peekaboo. When you would look up at him
he would jump back into the hall. This
was witnessed by several members of the family from time to time.
Several other
times we would be outside the house, always at night, but not always late at
night and you would hear this very loud, shrill scream. It would send shivers up your spine, and stop
you dead in your tracks. Sometimes it
sounded like a woman's scream and other times it would more animal like. I have lived in this area all my life and
don't know of any animal that would make that sort of scream.
We were never
really bothered by any of this, just
curious, and except for the screams that
startled us from time to time were never afraid of the ghost that seemed to
occupy the house and area around the house
Haunted Places
Validation
By:
raivin@adelphia.net
I dont'
necessarily have anything to "add" to your information but I thought
I'd tell you about my experience at Spring Grove Cemetary in
I am a current
student at CCMS (Cincinnati College of Mortuary Science) and I do agree that
anyone going to a cemetary or visiting a haunted place should have the UTMOST
respect for what is and is not seen with the naked eye.
The first time I
ventured to this particular cemetary I was in awe of how beautiful and amazing
it was. I even recall saying out loud to
the deceased/spirits, "This is sure a beautiful place you have to call
'home'". I sincerely meant that. I have several pictures (with many orbs) that
day I took and no one ever said that I couldnt.
This cemetary is very popular-- it has walking trails, maps of important
peoples grave markers, etc. On many
bright, sunny days you can see avid walkers making their 'rounds'.
Sometimes on a
day when I've got acouple hours in between class I'll get in my car and drive
down and sit there, look around, take in the surroundings.
I make sure I'm
always respectful, thanking the spirits for allowing me to spend time with
them.
This is
definetly an amazing place! :)
By:
Tyrarathje@aol.com
We moved to
Hedgesville,
For five years a
negro man, dressed in farmer clothes, walked the perimeter of our trailer
almost nightly. I haven't seen him for a
year. We also have a nuisance-ghost that
likes to throw things, change the TV channels, open and close the doors, and
turn the door knobs. It doesn't bother
me much, but I do get upset when things go missing. I'm currently missing my car keys. Normally I can figure where they go, but this
time they've been missing for two months.
Oddly enough, the prankster has not done anything for two months,
either. The keys are going to be found
somewhere, unless they were taken to the other dimension.
When we first
moved here, I had my son and daughter here.
At the beginning of the sightings, it was difficult to figure out what
was happening. I was finally able to
distinguish if my kids were sending energies in their sleep or if it was a
spirit.
Ice Skating
By:
toad_house2003@yahoo.com
When I was four
my mom took me to learn how to ice skate in Milwakee. There where two ice
skating rinks acrross from each other and we didn't know this. Well we went
into the wrong one, we walked all the way through and found the door locked on
the other end.
As we had gone
throught before we had gone past the ice rink, the ic was slowly melting and
the glass door was closed to the rink, and we saw a broken old radio.
On our way back
through we could hear laughter and music. We could also hear footsteps in the
bathroom and a flush, but when we went in it was completly empty and broken
down. We headed back to towards the rink, where the music seemed to be comming
from. When we got there all the lights where on and the door open. We heard
what sounded like a person skating on the ice and others laughing.
We knew no one
had came in, because it was a straight ended building and all other doors had
been locked or broken. As we reached the door to leave it all went quite and
the laughter faded, then we left and headed home. We never went back to that
rink and my mom never took me to learn how to ice skate.
Hide and Seek
By:
PinkSecrets04@aol.com
This isn't scary
but I'm sure it was a ghost ... my sister had a friend over and it was late at
night, I would say maybe around 11 or 12 at night I was in my room asleep with
the music on when my sister and her friend wake me up and tell me to turn the
music down I turned it almost all the way down and immediately dozed off to
sleep again only to have my sister and her friend in my room again, turning
down the music b/c it was all the way up, but I didn't hear anything and the
radio has always been on my night stand which is right by my ear!!! well,
needless to say they didn't believe that it wasn't me.
Another story
happened not to long ago, first let me point out that we just moved here and
that in the house next door 4 people died all at the same time. Well, in the
house that we live in there's the half bathroom, near the front door, and right
by the stairs. My sister and I have always felt a weird feeling when we either
passed the bathroom or when we're in it, and at night it gives us chills and
it's a pain to go up the stairs... Anyways, I was hiding from my sister in my
brother's which is passed that bathroom, my sister was looking for me and she
thought I ws hiding in teh bathroom b/c she saw a shadow of someone with long
hair poke their head out and back in, and when she went to "bust me"
she turned on teh light and there was no one in there, she freaked out sooo
much she started yelling for me to stop playing and come out from where I was
at. i don't think teh ghost is a bad ghost b/c she hasn't harmed anyone, and
plus... apparently she likes playing hide and go seek!
It's All Connected
By:
bowiegirl724@hotmail.com
Hi. My name is
Rachael, and I am now 19. I just thought I'd share a few
stories with
you. I hope a lot of people will read this. Feel free to
respond to the
stories. I like to know that other people experience the same
things I do.
None of these stories are actually scary. I actually enjoy
paranormal
activity as long as no malevolence is involved. Most of things
I've experienced
involves my mom or some other family member.
When I was a
baby, about a year of age, my dad's dad was in the hospital,
suffering from
lung cancer. One night, my father went to visit him in the
hospital while
my mom stayed home with me. I was in my crib asleep in my
room and my mom
was in the living room, when she heard me suddenly awake. I
was laughing and
saying hi to someone repeatedly. She tells me this was odd
because I
usually slept through the night with no disturbances. She came
into my room and
I was sitting up in my crib, smiling. A few seconds later
the phone rang.
It was my dad calling from the hospital to tell my mom that
my grandfather
had passed away. I guess he was saying goodbye to me. Of
course I don't
remember any of this, but I was his only grandchild.
Later on when I
was about 13 or 14, my mom and I were cleaning the house. It
is an old house,
about 80 years old at that time. What's strange is that we
were in the TV
room, which was an added room and was not part of the
original house.
Anyway, I was dusting and she was vacuuming, and the TV was
on. Suddenly the
TV began to change channels by itself and the volume turned
up all the way.
The remote control was just sitting on the table, untouched
(by us anyway).
We couldn't control the TV with the remote. Even when we
tried to turn it
off manually on the TV itself, the channels continued to
change and the
volume became so deafening that we had to just leave the room
and let
"it" finish its course. We weren't scared. It was neat actually. It
didn't stop for
about an hour.
A couple of
years after that at the same house, my stepdad decided to dig up
the small porch
in the back yard that had been there since before we moved
in. He found
several things buried in the ground. One of them was a genuine
pearl necklace,
which he took inside and put in a glass of water to get the
dirt off. He let
it sit in the kitchen by the sink. I was in the kitchen a
couple of days
later grabbing something to eat when the glass slid by
itself, just a
few inches, but I saw it. Who knows who it belonged to.
My mom told me
this story about when she was younger- about 17. She is not a
superstitious
person and I've never known her to exaggerate. She was
interested in
witchcraft at the time. She had no religious views and so she
decided to check
some witchcraft books out from the library and take them
home. The same
night, she was asleep in her bed when she woke up to the
feeling of
someone choking her, yet she saw nothing. When she tried to
scream, she
found that she was paralyzed- she couldn't breathe, move, or
blink. All she could
do was look around. Whatever it was let go after a few
seconds and she
decided not to tell anyone about it. Well, this kept
happening to her
every night, but each night, the thing would choke her for
longer than it
had the night before. Finally, one night she prayed inside
her head,
"God, if you get this thing off of me, I'll follow you." And
immediately it
let go, and it never happened again. My mother has been a
Christian ever
since.
Now for my
grandmother (my mom's mom). Spirits tend to follow her wherever
she goes. Not
evil ones though. Wherever she moves, things will be
misplaced,
especially the little Native American figurines that she
collects. She
and my grandfather moved into a new house very recently. They
went out of town
for a few days, and my mom and I stayed over at their
house. My mom
slept in the main bedroom and I was supposed to sleep in the
guest bedroom.
However, I was trying to fall asleep in that room, but I felt
an extremely
strong presence in the room with me. I didn't know if it was
good or bad, but
it was so strong that it scared me out of sleeping in that
room. I went to
go sleep in the main bedroom where my mom was. That night I
dreamed about a
lot of my dead relatives. None of them talked to me. Some of
them just looked
at me, and others didn't notice me. I told my grandparents
about it but no
one really took me seriously. The next time I came over to
their house, I
went into the guest bedroom and saw that my grandmother had
decorated two of
the walls with tons of pictures of our ancestors, which was
strange. I still
wonder how I was connected to that, but I've been thinking,
and I remember
that at my great grandmother's funeral, I was visiting some
of our other
relatives' graves who were buried in the same lot, and I think
I leaned on my
great great aunt May's grave, and somehow the tombstone
cracked. My
great great aunt May died when she was a child. Which might
explain the
incidents that really caught my attention. These happened at my
grandparents' house
also. I'll save the best one for last. The first one is
this: My
grandmother keeps some of the bigger toys for the grandchildren in
the garage.
There's one that is known to go off by itself during the night.
It's a
play-popcorn maker. In the middle of the night, it will go off,
saying,
"Let's pop some popcorn!" Then it will make the popping noise that
it makes when
you press a different button. But here's the really cool one.
My grandfather's
daughter Leta (I'm not blood related to either of them)
stayed over at
the house, in the same guest bedroom that scared me so much.
Leta is not a
superstitious woman. But she was almost asleep that night,
when she heard a
repetative banging noise in the toy closet next to her. She
got up to open
the door and see what it was, but it stopped. When she laid
back down, the
noise started again. This continued for a while and finally,
Leta called my
grandparents into the room to show them what was happening,
and sure enough
when she laid down again, the banging noise proceeded. This
time, my
grandmother opened the door to the toy closet and they all
discovered a
miniature toy car, repeatedly banging into the side wall by
itself. It
wasn't the kind with a remote control to it, either. I think
there is a child
spirit that follows my grandmother around, and I believe it
to be my great
great aunt May. Since she died as a child, she might still
want to play
with toys. Maybe I let something loose when I accidentally
cracked her
grave stone, maybe not. I don't know. It seems to be all
connected
somehow.