2nd encounter.

 

          Year 1947. Place; Isle of White.(off the south coast of

          England, holiday resort).

         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 South Utica, NY in January of 2000.  My husband was living up in Watertown with a friend finishing up college.  I always had an uncomfortable feeling in that house.  When I would come home from work, it would occasionally feel as if someone had "been here".  You know that feeling ?  I thought maybe the psycho downstairs neighbor, Maria had a key.  

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 Syracuse almost 3 years ago.  I didn't want to live in a house where someone died.  I actually made a point of it.  My very good friend told me the first time she walked in this house that she felt as though we weren't alone.  I told her that was impossible.

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 Japan. This shrine was close to my mothers house she grew up in. I was very attached to my mother, I was all just seven or eight. I was a crazy little child. Soon it was time to leave, as a Japanese tradition I threw in 10 yen my mother gave me to throw in and make a wish. Because I was really attached to my mother I could sometimes feel the sadness of how much she missed her parents. Since I really didn’t now me real father, I cared allot more about my mother than anyone in the world. I threw the coin in and made a wish, I wished I could once meet my grandmother. I had heard many stories of her from my mother so that was why I was so anxious to meet her...but the only thing was that she had past away when my mother was around 21. After I made a wish I saw a box with a whole bunch of paper in it...I ran over to my step dad and anxiously asked what it was. He told me it gives you wisdom to your wish. So, as an whiny little child I begged my step father to get me one, so gave me money and I put it in the little slot. I slowly put my small hand in and grabbed a piece of paper...To my surprise it really did give me wisdom to my wish. I remember exactly what it said.  'If you wait nothing will appear..but when you at least expect it you will see' As a small child I shrugged it off and went on with my life. About two weeks later I returned from my 2nd country (I am a half) I went to the washroom in the middle of the night...Normally my wishes never come true...but I was in for a big surprise...There I saw an old lady who looked exactly like my grandmother in the picture my mom had stood there! She was smiling at me, she had a long white dress and she was all white. Well obviously since I was small I ran at a speed that could make me the fastest person alive(or at least it felt like it). I didn’t have to go to the washroom after that but that’s when it all started.

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 Japan and back. This time I was in a different building. I was in sixth grade. It was about 11:30 pm, I  went to the bathroom and washed my hands, I had grown up a bit. I opened the door to only see a younger me...it looked as if I was in grade four! She was staring at me and I was so freaked out I stood there in shock unable to move. The only thing was...I was able to stare my younger self in the eye. Finally I had the guts to run off...but instead like always closing the door after my self, I left the door open for the younger me. I couldn’t help notice that the younger me was wearing normal clothing...than it hit me!...When I saw an young women, my grandmother, the VERY old version of me they were all wearing a white dress....that must of represented that they had died.

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 Japan. Exact posture and everything...I thought I was dreaming and pinched my self many times and tried lying back into my regular posture and sitting back up to see if she was still there. After 5 minutes of doing this she was gone! Next morning I told my weird experience to my mother, at the EXACT TIME she was thinking of her. My mom told me this 'Maybe you see some of my thoughts...tell me some experiences you've had from the past'...I told her one of the experiences like how I saw a young women and described how she looked. My mom stared at me with shock. That description fit exactly her best friends friend who committed suicide...in fact couple months ago I saw a faceless figure standing over my bed watching me. earlier that day my mom was imagining that and thinking how to see that it would be unpleasantly scary.

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 Japan and it started there. I am extremely scared in ghosts now...I sometimes consider go g to the same shrine wishing I wont see a ghost again!

 

 

 

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 Lexington Haunting

 

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 Corpus Christi, TX to visit the Lexington

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 Hamilton, Ontario.  I awoke (lying on my back) and could not move. I noticed that my dog was looking at me and shaking. He jumped up onto the bed and I could not grab him (he was not allowed on the beds), but I could only move my eyes. He looked horrified and ran along the side of the bed, up toward my face.  I could not speak or move when suddenly, as I fought this, I was released and flung toward my dog. He had gone to the bathroom on my bed and was cowering and shaking. He was terrified, and so was I. The second incident happened at my Mother's house. I awoke and tried to ask my husband why he was looking into my face when I realized that I could not move. My eyes rolled from right to left and I noticed my husband sound asleep. I tried to cry out and move but this did not happen for what seemed minutes. My Mother said that recently, she felt uneasy in the room. I have had many, many ghostly experiences but these were the only ones involving sleep paralysis

 

 

 

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 Bavon, VA.. a very small town (basically

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 9:00 am sharp, the entire dining room shook

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.

 

 

Covington Kentucky

 

By: cecilia@prc.utexas.edu

 

 

 

When I was a child, I lived in Covington, Kentucky.  This was the home of my grandparents and our family.  My father helped renovate the house and when I was about 4, we moved to the second floor.  At night, I would occasionally see the face of a man peering through the second story window into the room where we slept.  He was bright green and terribly disfigured and appeared to be in pain or trying to yell to get my attention.  There was no place for a person to stand to peer through the window.  Since my father used to tease me about the “boogie man,” I always thought that this apparition was just a figment of my imagination.  There was a closet attached to this room that I never entered as it seemed spooky to me.

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 Texas and he died young at age 43.  I did not think it was an appropriate thing to ask him on his death bed.

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 SW Oklahoma where the land was once part of Texas, and so the red dirt, plateau-spotted, mesquite-covered land blends well into the typical West Texas landscape.  I am of some Cherokee heritage myself and love to hear the local Indian stories and legends, not to mention the cowboy, horse thief, and general old mid-western legends that come with the territory.  I love that area more than any place.

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 SW Oklahoma as well, just about 20 miles NE of my hometown.  Our grandparents grew up on farms there, and so just before they married in 1949, our grandpa bought a ranch where he raised wheat and cattle and even had horses for a while.

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 SW Oklahoma, there are mountains--the Wichita Mt. range.  These are supposedly one of the oldest mountain ranges in the world and are said to have once been as high as the Rocky Mountains. Anyway, the view is breathtaking from the top. There is so much to describe, but as far as the mountain in this story, it is called Flat Top.  It literally is flat on the top, with natural springs on it, some mesquite trees and lots of granite boulders, as well as Rattlesnakes (of which all my family has had very real encounters, but those are altogether different stories).  It takes 1-2 hours to climb, but it is worth it.  Facing south, you look out over Devil's Canyon off the back of the mountain, and there is one natural spring on the very top.

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 Hawaii some 25-29 years ago I was married to a Hawaiin man who was murdered 4 days after we got married.  But we lived together for sometime before we got married.  He had this uncle who was considered a Kahuna.  He taught and showed me a lot in the supernatural field. I saw some very interesting ghosts over there.  When I come back here after my husbands death, I use to see him occasionally and still do but much much less than before.  I can smell the pikake flowers around me before his presence comes.  Just recently, at one of my aunts funeral I was talking with this man at the cemetary for a while being I was the first one there.  I had heard some cars coming in and turned around to look.  When I went to talk back with him he was nowhere.  I have seen a minute man up in the hills where I use to live in the valley where I live in when I was younger.  Now in the house where I live now for the last 19 years.  I have seen many ghosts there.  I usually tell them to clean the house or leave.  There has been one lurking around by house for quite a while.  I have smudged my house and done many things to get rid of it. I am not sure if it is just one or many.  I had bought some antique furniture and a old painting of a woman.  My house got very crowded with many of the deceased in a long line.  My daughter also sees and experiences these ghosts.  My youngest son is afraid of the house from when he was young to even now as he is approaching his teen years.  I have a couple of pictures I can send to you.  They were taken on Halloween on a full moon on a Saturday.  In one of the pictures is my daughter and behind her  is a strange looking man.  He looks like a combination of my deceased husband and a elf tall with pointed ears.  It is very clear.  The other picture is my son and in this picture he was standing around the fog machine.  So there is fog all around him.  There is also many skeletons around him.  After I had gotten back these pictures.  I got kind of obsessed, especially of the man around my daughter.  I took these pictures to a couple of people psychics.  I was told that this man was a Marque from thousands of years ago,  and he was passing through, very unusual he said and asked if he could keep the picture.  The other man is a psychic healer and he told me also that this man was a man of the past of great authority and invited me to come to a church where they deal with ghosts in Long Beach California.  I could go on and on. 

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.

Tuesday, March 13, 2001: My daughter lives with her fiancé. She comes over

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.

Thursday, March 15, 2001: I just get to the office and I get the call. Diana

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 Macon, about 20 miles from

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 Macon's

responsibility but only 5 minutes from the nearest hospital. The most ironic

thing about this story, it was Diana's last day of work.

Friday, March 16, 2001: Diana's son, Sydney, is in our custody now. He's

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, Sydney's face changes into what

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.

Saturday, March 17, 2001: We buried Diana this morning. Later in the day

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 Savannah College

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 Washington. It was a hidden house and we would have to drive our trashcans up to the street because the driveway was so long. This house had been for sale for ages, and we were in debt for our house in Oregon so we moved there. For some reason it was very cheap. so we moved in and after a couple months strange things began happening. It all happened when my brother and I ventured out into our huge, woodland backyard. We would play explorer and hide and go seek. It was my turn to hide and I wanted to make sure it was the best hiding place so i went way far back into the woods. I hid behind this group of bushes. I waited ther for about 20 minutes and he still hadn't found me and it was getting dark out. I was about to quit hiding when i spotted a figue heading towards me. I stopped and stayed huddled in the bushes and waited for it to come closer. I thought it was my brother and i didn't want to give away my hiding spot. So the creature came towards me, i didnt know if it saw me through the bushes, and i saw that it definatly was not my brother. It was taller and i couldn't see it's face. It had a creepy, dirty, and ripped cloth it was wearing. But the creepiest thing of all was its eerie glow. It had some (if this makes sense) dark light projecting from it. I was terrified as it came directly to the bushes, right where i was peering through them. i started to sneak around the bushes and i could see it facing me. So i ran home as fast as i could. When i got home i told my parents and they didn't believe me. Then my mom asked, "where is your brother?" and i freaked out. My brother was probably still in those woods with that horrible spirit. I told my parents that i had no clue and they got worried. It was dark out. My dad decided to take a light and go search for him. My dad came back 3 hours later with no brother. I was sweating with fear. Where was my brother? We decided to turn in and look in the morning.So the next day we went into the woods. I showed them the spot i hid in and we looked around there. We looked like 10 yards away from where i hid and we saw a grave stone. It looked hand made and it had RIPLY carved into it. On it's left we saw what seemed to be a whole. it looked as if it was dug by someone and that someone wasn't done digging it. My father said that there were probably some people living back here in the woods because he saw log houses when he was searching for Bill (my brother). That spooked me. So we kept looking and looking untill we found a log house. We went up and knocked on the door. We kept up the knocking and nobaody answered. We decided to go in and it was the weirdest place i ever saw. It was one room with a fireplace and a chair and a bookshelf and an oven. Thats it. So we looked around and it seemed as if this house had been abandoned. It was past lunch time so we figured we would sit down and eat our picnick lunch we brought. It was in November so it was cold so we lit a fire. We shut the door and started eating. When we were done we searched some more and found a trap door in the floor. We opened it and it had stairs leading down into the cellar. We saw that there was an old bed and nothing else. We went back up and were about to head out when we realized that the house was locked! We didn't lock it. So we unlocked it and started our search again. We oked untill it got dark. On our way back we were so worried for Bill. We missed him and were so scared. We passed by the grave and something was different. The whole next to the grave was covered. And it was larger, as if someone finished digging it and then put the dirt back in. We thought it was weird but we didn't take that much to mind about it. We went home and slept the night, worridly. For the next year we searched in those woods, but never a trace of Bill. Every now and then we kept searching for him, and sometimes i went alone, when i was older, and a few times i would see that eerie glow. Once i saw the eerie glow far to my left, and a smaller ligher glow to my right. I have always thought that it was Bill. Well, we moved out of that house when i was older because we were so sad that we lost Bill. I am 18 now and when i was 17 i decided to go back into the woods to solve the mystery of Bills disapperence. I looked around and found nothing. I want to go back and search more but it is a waste.I still miss Bill.  

 

 

 

 

Ghosts are Real

 

By: flman41@arczip.com

 

Hello, My name is Brian and I’m from Dearborn, Michigan USA and I have a story

that, still to this day. freaks me out when I think of it.  I'm 41 now and

live in Florida now.

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 10pm.(she didn't got off work until 9pm)  I

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

Farmington Hills Cemetery.  We get out of the car and she pulls out this

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

me., slapped me"  She said, "I know, I heard it."   I took out my Bic lighter

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 me., still crying.   I immediately pulled all the

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 2:28 am and I was as scared