By: tompiotrowski@sbcglobal.net.
HI! My name is
Tom. I have been interested in the paranormal every since my
Great Aunt told
me stories about the church that she lived across the street
from. I am a 51
year old Industrial Engineer, I have
worked in R & D and
Manufacturing
for the past 25 years. For my birthday my Wife and I went on a
special tour of
the
proclaimed
spiritualist and well versed on the history of the Mansion. The
evening started
out with a brief description of the Mansion and a
demonstration of
the use of divining (sp) rods. I have never used them
before and in
all honestly very skeptical of their use. Anyway - we were
allowed to
explore the 3rd floor at our leisure. My wife started to enter a
closet and
immediately backed out saying that there was something strange in
there. I being
skeptical decided to step into the closet with the rods in
hand. I stood
there perfectly motionless and blocking the enterance
to the
closet. I stood
there for maybe 15 seconds and started to think in my own
mind how lame
this is. At that very moment the rod in my right hand was
pushed up into
the air at least 10 - 12 inch. I stood there for a second the
shined a light
into the closet to see if by chance anyone was in there with
me. Now remember
I am blocking the entrance/exit. No one is there. I found
that very
interesting. My wife and I took several pictures with our digital
camera. Several I
believe had Orbs but 2 of them have something in them I
cannot explain.
In one picture there is a streak of
light that looks like a
fluorescing
light is standing up by itself right in from of me as I took the
picture. The
other one is a "Swoosh" of light that looks like a time lapse
photo of a
moving light. However the other items in the picture are clear as
a bell without
distortion. I cannot explain either of these. I will forward
them to you if
you are interested. The last event in the mansion did get my
attention. I was
standing at the top of the stairs waiting for the people to
go down when I
felt 3 tugs on my shirt. I turned thinking that the lady
behind me was
trying to get my attention. However she was turned with her
back to me
speaking to her husband. I looked forward again and as soon as I
did so I felt
another tug on my shirt sleeve. This time I turned quick
enough that I
seen 2 more tugs on my shirt and no human hand doing the
tugging. At this point I am trying to rationalize what
had just taken
place. I looked
for a possible air supply but realized that a breeze would
not have felt
like the tug on my shirt. As the people started to move down
the steps I turned my head to concentrate on the steps
for they were narrow
and steep. Just
then I felt 3 more tugs on my shirt sleeve. This time I was
quick enough and
seen all 3 tugs. I found this very fascinating. Like I said
I am an Engineer
by trade and always look for the reason of anything and how
it occurs. For
the life of me I could not explain the objects in the
pictures or the
rod being hit while holding it or the tugs on my sleeves.
Thank you for
letting me share my experiences. If anyone has any questions
or would like to
see the pics - E-mail me at tompiotrowski@sbcglobal.net.
My First
Experience
By:
MISTYGW@aol.com
IN THE YEAR 1969
IN THE MONTH OF APRIL, I LIVED IN
WE HAD A LIVING
ROOM, KITCHEN, BEDROOM AND ONE
I WAS EIGHT MONTHS
PREGNANT AT THE TIME. IT WAS GETTING LATE AND WE DECIDED TO TURN IN FOR THE
NIGHT. WE TURNED OUT THE LIGHTS AND WERE ALMOST ASLEEP WHEN THE RADIO CAME ON
ALL BY ITSELF. I ASKED MY HUSBAND TO TURN IT OFF. HE TURNED OFF THE RADIO AND
GOT BACK INTO BED. AS SOON AS HE LAID DOWN THE RADIO CAME ON AGAIN. I SAID THAT
MAYBE THE SNOOZE ALARM WAS ON AND TOLD HIM TO JUST TURN THE VOLUME DOWN AS LOW
AS IT WOULD GO. HE GOT UP AGAIN TO TURN THE VOLUME DOWN AND GOT BACK INTO BED.
THIS TIME THE RADIO CAME ON AT FULL VOLUME. AS SOON AS HE GOT UP TO UNPLUG THE
RADIO, THE WATER IN THE KITCHEN SINK CAME ON FULL BLAST. HE RAN TO TURN IT OFF
AND NO SOONER THAN HE TURNED OFF THE WATER IN THE KITCHEN, THE WATER IN THE
BATHROOM CAME ON FULL BLAST. HE TURNED OFF THE WATER AND CAME BACK TO BED.
NOTHING ELSE HAPPENED THAT NIGHT.
THE NEXT
MORNING, I ASKED THE LANDLADY IF SHE HAD HAD ANY
PROBLEMS WITH THE PLUMBING AND EXPLAINED TO HER WHAT HAD HAPPENED THE NIGHT
BEFORE.
THE LANDLADY
JUST LAUGHED AND SAID THAT I SHOULDN'T WORRY ABOUT IT. THAT WAS OLD DOCTOR
JONES. DOC JONES HAD LIVED IN THE HOME FOR YEARS BEFORE HIS DEATH. HE DIED IN A
TRAGIC CAR WRECK ON THE
NEEDLESS TO SAY,
WE MOVED OUT OF THAT BUILDING AS QUICKLY AS WE COULD.
THAT WAS MY
FIRST ENCOUNTER WITH A SPIRIT.
The Story of my
House
By:
scsweetlilthang@yahoo.com
I am 14 years
old and i live in a house in
Framington
State College
By:
jenlundon@yahoo.com
Hi, my name is
Jen , and I go to Framingham State College.
I've lived in mostly all of the resident halls on campus, and I have
lived in Pierce Hall for just one semester.
I lived in room 93 and it was crazy.
Coke cans would rotate and text books would go missing and I would find
them in odd places, like my laundry hamper or under my bed pushed back to the
wall. Pierce Hall is normally quiet, but
I worked the front desk at very early hours in the morning and I would hear strane foot steps running about the dorm. The most frightning
experiance I had was in the basement of Pierce. I was doing laundry and I felt a strange
blowing of air sensation on my next and then loud banging noises came from the
door leading to the underground service tunnels. Needless to say, I moved out of Pierce.
Another Academic
Hall on campus, May Hall, is haunted in the basement where the art dept.'s
ceramics lab and 3 D studio is located.
it's haunted by a girl that died in the underground tunnel. being an art major, and spending some late
lonely nites in the basement of may hall, i've heard some weird things. potter's wheels spins by themselves and
pounding can be heard. it's crazy!!
alright, well
keep up the good work with your website!!
Stories of
Newport
By:
JUSTGILL@peoplepc.com
I work in an old
building in
Suicide in the
Garage
By: CrowleyCar@aol.com
hi my nane is carolann,i bought my
house 6yrs.ago my first haunting experiance was
finding pictures in my draw from 1940s ,they did not belong to us i still have them.we did not know
of the suicide committed in our garage and when we were first told about it we
thought they were kidding us.ive never felt
comfortable at night in my liv. rm. first week there i was alone heard terriable
banging noises like some1 breaking the cement in front of my house i could actually feel the vibrations now this was about 2am
so no one was working any where near me,then id hear
door closing like someone came in,i still hear that a
lot.one night i heard cans
rolling in basement went to look and nothing was there.my
mom said when she was staying with me she saw a woman in my living rm. standing
in the cornor, after that i
had to leave a night light on for mom when she came to live with me.i recently attended a physic reading in a group of about
100, during reading my house ghost came to physic told her about hanging
herself and said she did not mean to do it but was not taking her meds.ive done the blessing of house but shes
still here seems she likes it here,physic says shes harmless just like to play little jokes on me,but says she has to go has been here to long its over
15yrs. shes been in this house,her
son left the house empty 4 that long just used it for storage,she
also tols physic she is watching over her son who i dont see anymore since i bought the house.well next move
im going to engage a spirilist
to bless the house.ill let you know what happens.
The Little Girl
in the Yellow Dress
By:
ssrenickchipsahoy@yahoo.com
My family has
lived in our present house for over 15 years, and for 15 years, we have lived
with many ghosts. I can't even think of
where to begin, but one of the scariest encounters is the one where my 14 year
old sister saw a spirit of a little girl in our living room.
Our living room
is one long rectangular room. The couch,
at the time, was positioned to where it was right in the middle of the
room. My sister was asleep on the couch
one night when she woke up thinking I had just gotten home, everyone was asleep
and I was not home yet. Instead of
seeing me; she saw a little girl in a yellow dress sitting on the living room
floor. The little girl was sitting there
watching TV. My sister described her
with black hair, pale skin, and she was wearing a yellow dress. She also said she had a fuzzy, misty form to
her.
After seeing
this little girl, my sister covered her face under the blanket until she fell
back asleep.
So far, my
little sister has seen her twice, and heard her too. There are so many other encounters my family
has come across and I hope one day we can find out the true story of what
happened in our house.
Was it Grandma
By:
concord7@commspeed.net
When I was a
girl growing up my grandmother came to live with us. She had liver priblems and was never quite well.
Grandma used to
tease my mother and tell her that when she died she would be sure to come back
and tell her what it was like on the other side and visit. Mom used to tell her
just to stay where she went and spend time with grandpa. I was just a kid and
didn't care much at this point.
Grandma passed
away when I was about 17yrs old.She died at the house
like she wanted. We didnt notice anything for about a
year. the following year I became pregnate. Still in
high school and just a kid still myself I became scared and unsertain
about my future.
Things started
to happen that year. First I had a girlfried stay
with me and she left in the middle of the night . Because she swears my
grandmother was calling my name to go eat and the whole house smwlled of fresh tortillas.
When I spoke to
my mom about this she started to cry. She said that grandma did come back and
walks in her room all the time and bumps her bead.Things
started getting stronger to the time I was going to give birth. I was asleep in
bed when I felt ehat i
thought was my mom sit on my bed and shake my shoulder. When I sat up I saw
nothing but coud feel someone sitting on the lower
side of where I was sleeping. I sat up scared but reached out and I could feel
a figure that felt the same shape as grandma but could see nothing so I said
goodnight and laid doum with my head under the covers
till it left.
nothing happened
for a while after that we were hetting ready to move out of this house while things were
getting packed full boxes started falling and rolling around on the ground,
lights started going on and off the tv would change
things really started to feel uneasy. It didnt feel
so friendly anymore. We were all haveing bad dreams
evil ones at that. so I started to talk to people about it. A lady at the
church I was attending asked if I had bought anything used for the baby I was suprised but said yes all the furniture was from used
stores. She also told me that spitits can attach to
physical things like that and it might not have been grandma at all. We eventualy called someone to bless the house before we left
.
That's not My Cat
By:
gojira15@hotmail.com
this must have
been a decade ago (I was about 6 or 7) when I woke up in the middle of the
night for no aparrent reason. I lay in my bed for the longest time staring
at the ceiling. I remember that my
babysitter had tucked me in, and my mom was asleep in my room. being the young and lonely child I was, I
hopped out of bed (around this age I was deathly afraid of being alone at night
and leaving the covers, but for the some odd reason, there was no fear in my
body at all) and walked slowly towards my mother's room. when you open the door to her room, there's
about a 10 foot hallway that goes right into her general room. And as soon as I turned into the hallway
towards her room, a little grayish whiteish cat was
walking, sort of creeping, towards me.
Instantly I began to think, hey that's not my cat, and then it
vanished. It was staring directly into
my eyes when it faded away. I was so suprised and shocked that I was numb, physically and
mentally! Not knowing what to think or
believe, I jsut walked back into my room, and feel
dead asleep
Recounting my
Experiences
By:
Christopher.Marino@ge.com
I've been
reading through The Shadowlands website over the past two weeks,
and I've been
inspired to document my experiences for others to read. I've
never
experienced anything frightening, but there have been some instances
that have taken
place throughout my life worth noting.
I was born and
raised in Springfield, MA, I am currently 23 years old, a
college
graduate, and now live and work in Connecticut.
I have always been
intrigued by
ghosts, the supernatural, and unexplainable occurrences, and I
love a good
scary story or movie. I definitley believe there is more out
there than our
ordinary five senses or typical mindset detect, and reading
through the
personal experiences of others just reinforces this. But enough
of that, I'll
recount my tales.
I encountered a
bully while walking home alone from my first day in 5th
grade. He tried to start a fight with me for no
reason, but I kept on
walking, I saw
him basically everyday for the first week of school (he was a
6th grader from
Forest Park Middle School, which I had to walk right by to
get home) and he
kept tormenting me, but he was always with another kid.
Finally, on the
last day of that first week, I walked past him and he was
alone so I
confronted him, he kept trying make fun of me, and I finally
punched him in
the stomach. Now he really wanted to
fight me, but I figured
now was a good a
time as any to take the "high road" and I walked away. I
didn't see the
kid after that. Then about 3 months
later I had a dream one
night that I
kept punching that bully. The entire
dream consisted of me
punching him in
the face, over and over and over, but he was like one of
those inflatable
punching bags that is weighted on the bottom, so that every
time it's hit,
it always rights itself and pops back up straight. So every
time I hit this
kid in my dream he would pop back up.
The next day walking
home from school
I saw the kid for the first time since our fight. Now,
that can easliy be chalked up to coincedence
and I don't look deeply into
that moment, but
it stuck with me over the years and sets the tone for the
next experiences
I had.
When I was in
college (I went to College of the Holy Cross in Worcester, MA,
a Jesuit
institution that was founded in the 1800's) I was sleeping up in my
girlfriends
apartment and I had a dream that I was at one of my high
school's indoor
track meets. My old cross country coach
was there and he
desperately
needed me to run in the upcoming race. I
was pretty out of
shape compared
to when I was an athlete in high school, but I remember I
really wanted to
help my coach out so I told him I would get ready, so I
started
stretching, and then left the gym to go for a warm-up run, but when
I got outside
the ground was covered in wet, slushy snow.
Now I was pissed
because I hadn't
run in a few years and now I had to run in this dirty,
cold, sleet-like
snow, but I did anyways. I woke up the
next morning early
to go to class
and as I was walking downstairs to my apartment, which was
the second floor
of the triple-decker we lived in, I glanced out the window
and outside the
ground was covered with the same wet snow as my dream. Now
this isn't
unusual for New England, but this was early September (right at
the begginning of the school year) and the snow fall was very
unexpected,
and I know I
didn't hear any weather forecasts pertaining to it. Kind of
weird.
Then in the
summer between my Junior and Senior year I was living in the
same apartment,
and a good friend and class mate of mine suffered the loss
of her twin
brother. He was only 22 at the time, but
suffered a fatal heart
attack. The night I heard about the news from my roomate I had a dream that
my friend whose
brother died, Katherine, and another friend of mine, Helen,
were sitting on
the floor in a door way. I walked up and
started talking to
Katherine in a
casual way before easing into the conversation about her
brother, I
remember thinking this would be a better method to handle the
situation and
keep her calm. Yet my friend Helen
started basically yelling
at me because I
"forgot" to mention the death.
I got annoyed and explained
right in front
of my sorrowing friend that I was easing into that convo.
The whole
scenario got kind of embarrasing and
uncomfortable. Then the next
day I woke, once
again came down from my girlfriend's apartment, and was
greeted by my roomate telling me that Helen had called the night before
to
tell me that
Katherine's brother died and wanted me to call her to give my
condolences. Again, nothing to crazy, but very coincedental.
Now that I think
about it, there might have been something up with the 3rd
floor apartment
where my girlfriend lived because we actually experienced
numerous
things. These experiences began when we
were hanging out on my
floor one
evening and we heard someone walking up the main stairwell. It
was an older
house and you could easliy hear someone enter the
stairwell and
walk up to
either the second or third floors. There
was a big, heavy
swinging door on
springs that squeaked when it opened and slowly swung shut
at the bottom of
the stairs leading outside, but on this occasion I didn't
notice the
noises of the door opening. All my
girlfriend and I heard were
footsteps go up
to her apartment. This happened multiple
times everyday
whenever any of
our roomates came in our out of the house, but the
only
reason this time
stands out in my mind is because I started busting my girls
chops saying
things like "What if that's a robber and he hides in your
kitchen
cupboards and waits for you come upstairs and we never hear him come
back
down!" And matter of fact I never
did hear anyone come back down the
stairs. Then a little after my girl went up to her
apartment to get ready
to go out for
the night, and she called me up there sounding very
nervous...no one
was in her apartment. She was expecting
one of her
roomates
to be home, but the place was empty. Now
the steps we heard could
have been a roomate or friend and maybe we just didn't hear them leave
or
there is a very
slim chance they went down the back stairs, but then this
happened several
other times where we would hear steps on the main stairwell
go up to the
third floor and no one would ever be home.
We joked we had a
ghost, then one
afternoon my girl and one of her roomates were taking
naps
in their tv room. My
girlfriend had the sensation that someone leaned over
her, very close
to her face, and a female voice whispered "Get up." She
opened her eyes
expecting her roomate to be awake and standing there,
but
her roomate was still out cold on the futon next to her. Then soon after
that she was
again napping in the same spot, this time alone, waiting for me
to come home
from class. She had another sensation
that someone entered the
apartment,
walked across the room, and sat down at the end of the couch by
her curled up
feet. Thinking it was me she didn't
react right away and
slowly stirred
from her nap only to find no one on the couch and no one
home. I came in a few minutes later and she told
what had just happened. I
am aware that
naps during the afternoon can often be very vivid and physical
due to the
nature of the sleep cycle at that time, but again, these
occurrences were
definitely weird.
Prior to me
moving off capmus to the apartment I just discussed,
I lived in
a dorm for the
first two years of school. Here I also
experienced odd
things. The third installment of my dream trilogy
occurred here and was the
most poignant
one I've ever had. The dream began with
my riding a bicycle
down my street
in Springfield, and like most activities in dreams requiring
motor skills
(running, punching, driving etc) I was having a very difficult
time peddaling. The bike
was inching along and I was fighting to keep my
balance. I finally turned onto a street two blocks
from my house and lost
momentum,
falling to the ground in the street. I
was in front of my good
friend's
grandfather's house and before I could get up and dust myself off,
my friend's
grandfather came running out of the house and up to me, except
he looked very
pale, skinny, and sickly. He is a very
old man in his 90's,
but in the dream
he was looking exageratedly sick, like a human
skeleton.
His eyes were
very sunken and he was mumbling and fumbling his way towards
me. I actually got kind of nervous and tried to
tell him I was alright and
don't bother to
come over, because I didn't really want him near me, but he
came over and
kind of jerked around while standing over me.
That's all I
remember of the
dream, but then two days later I was talking to my mom and
at the end of
the conversation she asked me to say a prayer for Doctor
had gone into
the hospital and was still in there. I
then proceeded to tell
my mom of the
dream I had Tuesday night where Doc Murray, my friend's
grandfather,
approached me looking very sick and weak and was mumbling. My
mom wanted to
know what he said to me but it was indistinguishable at the
time. I have never dreamt of my friend's
grandfather before and I don't
know why I
would, but I happened to meet him in my dream the night after he
almost
died. He survived and is still kicking
today, but I thought that was
a little too coincedental.
In that same
dorm room where I had the dream I just described, I experienced
something else
very odd. I was cleaning the room one
afternoon while my
roomates
were at class. I'm kind of a neat freak,
so I was going to town on
the room, even
to the point of making my roomates' beds. I was standing by
the door to the
room which was in a little enclave of the room, sectioned
off by the
built-in closets and the two sets of bunkbeds we
had. I was
facing the wall,
throwing out some trash, when I heard a muffled thud behind
me. I turned around and my attention was caught
by a ceramic dinner plate
in the middle of
the floor on the other side of the bunkbeds in the
main
part of the
room. I had just cleaned the entire room
and the plate was not
there two
seconds before. In fact, the plate had
been on a shelf above my
roomate's
desk, about 6ft above the ground. It was
the plate his mom had
delivered
cookies to us on so I knew where it was in the room, but now it
was just laying
there. Then when I played the scenario
back in my mind I
realized the
muffled thud I heard was consistent with the sound a ceramic
dinner plate
would have made if placed on the floor, which was cement with a
thin carpet over
it. The key word is "placed"
however. There is no way
that the plate
could have fallen from the shelf it was on and landed where
it was without
hitting the desk, hitting the floor, and rolling to its
current
spot. And even if it did fall, the noise
it would have made would
have much louder
than a muffled thud, if it didn't smash into several pieces
from the
fall. This moment was so peculiar that I
broke out my measuring
tape and took
some measurements. Come to find out the
plate was almost
directly in the
middle of the room. I was so intrigued
that I marked the
spot on the rug
with a permanent marker. Nothing like
that ever happened
again though.
Before I go, I
would feel like I was cheating myself if I didn't describe
the time I saw a
UFO. Now UFO has a very negative conotation to it and
probably brings
to mind hoaxes and cooks, but I technically did see an
Unidentified
Flying Object one night when I was in 8th grade. I was talking
to my friend on
the phone, laying in my bed looking out my window, chatting
it up like a
schoolgirl. It was night time and as I
looked over at my
neighbors house diagnally behind mine, I noticed a bright star in the sky.
I thought
nothing of it other than that I thought it might have been Venus
because it was
the brightest object in the sky. Its
brightness wasn't
absurd, just
enough so that I took notice of it and its positioning in the
sky. About 10 minutes after noticing the star, I
was still looking out the
window towards
my neighbors house, when suddenly the bright object began
moving in a
smooth, fluid motion across the night sky in the direction of my
house. There was no pulsating, wiggling, vibrating,
or blinking, the object
just made its
way across the sky until it was out of my view.
It wasn't
like this UFO
was near the ground or anything, it bascially looked
like any
star that you
look up and see day in and day out in the sky just up and
moved clear
across the entire sky, and I don't think it could have been a
satelite
because it was in the same spot for at least 10 minutes before
accelerating
quite quickly and abruptly through the sky.
As this was
happening I was
describing it to my friend on the other end of the line. He
didn't know what
to say.
That's about it
for now, but I'm waiting for the next time some
unexplainable
stuff happens. I find it fascinating and
exciting. Maybe
I'll have to
check out some of these haunted sights on this website.
Odd Music
By:
ChiisaiKenshin@aol.com
Okay, so..it's not so much a ghost story I guess..but
it is kinda creepy.
It was earlier
this year, perhaps March or so, when I was downstairs on my
computer.(Hate
having the computer in the basement) I
was talking to a few
internet
friends, when I started hearing odd music coming from the other side of
the basement.
Now let me
describe my basement. One light more near me, while the other side
is pretty dark.
There's a door that is locked, and I know we never go in
there, or use
the room that the door is..at. I think it's just
pipes and stuff in
there though.
The music was
coming from inside the room, from where I could hear it anyway.
Oh, but this
gets even more cliche. No one was home either. My
brother and
sister out, and
my mom and dad out as well.
So, I got up
slowly to check it out, but as I got to my washer machine, which
is..oh..
5 or 7 feet away from the door/room, it stopped. So I hurried back
to my computer
to relate my tale to the four or five friends I was talking to.
But it started
up again soon, and I ignored it.
It was then that
my parent's also came home. I called up a 'hello!' as I
usually did, and
listened as my mother came down the stairs to check on the
clothing in the
washer and dryer.
Now remember,
the music was still going as she walked down the stairs, so I
stood, and went
to meet her, asking, 'Did you hear it, did you hear it?'
As I got up, and
met her, the music had stopped, and she gave me a weird
look, asking,
'Did I hear what?'
She never heard
it, so I wonder if it was really there, or if I was just
imagining things
My Strange
Experience
By:
asera6@yahoo.com
Hi there. I was just checking out your amazing site and
I decided to send my experience to you.
Could you please post it on the site for me?!? I also welcome any comments or questions you
may have. Here is my experience plus a
footnote at the bottom. Thanks a bunch.
One night I had
this very strange experience and to this day I still don't understand why it
happened. All my life, I have had
experiences, but this one was by far the strangest and scariest one for
me. It happened a few months ago, I
can't remember the exact date. We have
our computer on a chair so I can lay on the bed while I am online and the tv on a stand next to that.
I'm telling you this now so you can understand where things are when I
tell you in the story. One night I was
playing games on the computer with my husband asleep behind me. After awhile I started seeing orbs or rods
flying around out of the corner of my eyes.
I could also feel where they went through me leaving my skin icy cold. I just continued playing on the computer
since I knew they were harmless. About
an hour later I saw 2 white shadow figures; human shaped. One was standing behind the computer, the
other behind the tv.
I didn't feel threatened so I left them alone. After a while I started getting a real
nervous feeling and then I started seeing a black shadow hand reaching for me
between the computer and the tv. The hand was coming from the white shadow
that was behind the tv. Whenever I would look at the hand, it would
snap back like I had caught it red handed.
I got really scared so I put on a movie for the light and the
noise. It seemed to calm me down a
bit. After the movie finished, I rned off the tv and continued
playing games on the computer. After
awhile I started seeing the orbs and rods again and again I could feel where
they would fly right through me. Almost
instantly I started feeling nervous again so I turned on the tv and watched movies until morning. The next morning I got my husband ready for
work and after he left, I went back to bed.
After a while I felt nervous again and I felt something force its way
into my body. The real nervous feelings
had already woken me up by that time. I
could feel where the thing had taken over my body and I could see the world through
its eyes and everything looked like a blur.
I was there, but I wasn't there all at the same time. I felt extreme confusion which quickly
escalated into anger. I tried to talk,
but my mouth wouldn't move. I tried to
move, but I couldn't. I felt like I was
glued to the bed. In my mind, I was
asking Jesus for help and yelling at myself to say it. Then I remember that I slowly opened my mouth
and said, "In the name of God, I command you to leave and go back to
Hell." I got really scared as it
was not my voice that came out of my mouth, but a mans voice; very deep in
sound. After saying and hearing the
words, I felt the thing leave my body and the room got warm again. Then it felt real peaceful and I was able to
get some sleep.
Footnote:
When the
experience was over, I thought maybe that my voice was normal and that I heard
a mans voice due to being really scared, but my brother-in-law heard it as well
and even asked me if my husband had decided to stay home from work that
day. This isn't the first time that a
spirit has used my body to try and communicate, but it has never been frightning before this experience. I'm hoping it will be the last time that ever
happens. If you would like to comment or
have any questions to ask, you can email me at asera6@yahoo.com. Thank you for reading my experience.
Hauntings
By: bloodstained@gmail.com
Hi, my name's
James and I come from Sydney, Australia.
Haunting aren't
exactly a common thing here, but that's not to say
they don't
happen.
It was a dark
night, and the light from the stars were shining
beautifully, and
it was a full moon.
It wasn't a very
cold night for winter, but we still had the gas
heater on, since
we were wearing nothing more than a pair of jeans and
a short sleeve
shirt.
My friend Luke
was asleep on the couch and I was watching MTV.
It had suddenly
become rather cold, so I went upstairs and grabbed a
blanket for
Luke, and put on one of his hoodies. I felt very
uneasy
upstairs. Being
inside in general felt quite uneasy, also.
I'd gone outside
for a cigarette, and it was rather warm out for a
winter night, so
I'd taken the hoodie off. I sparked up a cigarette
and I just sat
outside there for a while, Luke woke up during Beavis
And Butthead and
came outside to have a cigarette also. We both
finished our
cigarettes and went back inside, and watched the end of
Beavis And
Butthead.
Luke went up
stairs to bed, where my bag was just outside the doorway
of his brother's
room. (His brothers don't live with him, they live
with his mum and
step-dad, and he lives with his Grandmother. His
grandmother was
in hospital, and didn't particularly like being alone
in this house,
so I stayed the night with him)
Everything
seemed fine.
I could hear smuffled shouting upstairs, but at first I dismissed it
as Luke watching
his TV. I went outside for one last cigarette before
I turned in for
the night, and I could see his door handle moving from
his window. (He
has blinds, which were parted on this particular
evening)
I went back
inside and layed down on the couch kind of
half-watching
the TV. That's
when I first started hearing the voices. It sounded
like a boy..
maybe 10 years old, maybe a little older. He asking for
help. At first
he called out "Hello?" and then started saying "Help
me" a bunch
of times. I was pretty freaked out, so I
tried to ignore
it. His voice
developed a kind of worried, scared tone, and he
frantically
started asking for help, to which point I replied with a
simple
"What...?" During my asking what he wanted, he kind of yelped
and groaned,
there was a thud, and I could hear footsteps trailing
towards the
stairs.
There was
another voice. This time it was a man's. He was saying
things like
"I'm going to get you, and you'll be sorry once I'm
through with
you." I could then hear a girl's voice, practically
screaming at the
top of her lungs. I dashed up the stairs as quickly
as I could to
check on Luke, and the voices and the screaming stopped.
I checked in
Luke's bedroom, and he seemed to be asleep (although had
his head under
the blankets, so I couldn't really tell). I walked back
downstairs and
propped myself on the couch again. The voices had
returned. The
girl was screaming again, and there was another thud,
then silence.
The sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway and down
the stairs, then
vanished into silence.
In the morning,
when Luke and I had both woken up, we were outside
having a
cigarette.
Luke started
discussing what he had heard last night, and soon enough
my eyes lit up
and he knew that I knew exactly what he was talking
about.
It was an
incredible night I'll never forget.
*Also, I'd just
like to let you know. Campbelltown is rather an
historic place
in Australia, each year we have the Fisher's Ghost
festival, which
marks the death of Fred Fisher, a townsman who is said
to haunt
Fisher's Creek. I've never *seen* any ghosts before, but I
try to get down
to Fisher's Creek as late as I can in the hopes I
might see his
ghost...
Haunted House
By:
EDIAZ@HHCS.org
My husband and I
bought this house in Fontana, California near the Mary B. Lewis school. We had
never believed in ghost. We bought the house in 1995, the first week we moved
in I was sitting in the living room with my husband and we both heard a loud
crashing sound in the kitchen. When we went to see if something had fell on the
floor, there was nothing there. That was the beginning, we went to bed and I woke
up by the sound of chanting coming from the living room, it sound like a lot of
little bell like sounds, like when you run your finger around a wine glass, but
maginfied. I went to go see what it was and I seen a
bunch of flickering lights. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, so I woke up
my husband and he seen them too. We thought that we had to have the house
blessed by a priest, so we did. And things just got worse. We would hear
running late at night in the back yard, there would be nothing there. We even
called the police they didn't find no one. Then I went into the garage one
morning and it was freezing cold, it was summer time and it was 90 degrees
outside, and in black substance the words "BURN IN HELL" were written
big on the floor, my husband tried everything to wash it out, even gasoline, it
just disappared
on its own. We thought someone was just trying to scare us at first, but
one day I was talking to my mother on the phone and a horrible, demonic voices
were speaking at the same time, my mother heard also, and I only had one phone
in the house and so did my mother. It keep saying "whore whore, die whore, and laughing. My mother started crying
and told me to get out of the house and wait for her to come for me, my husband
was at work and this was in the day. I was sick to my stomach, just to remember
makes me feel scared as I write this. In one the bedrooms we heard banging we
went to see and there was brownish stuff dripping from the ceiling and on the
walls, my dad came to check in the attic to see if we had a leek, and there was
nothing there. The dogs would cry and houl at night,
It got so bad I couldn't sleep and I thought I was going crazy, but there were
so many wittiness. I couldn't understand why this was happening. One day the
neighbor across the street came when I was in the yard watering the grass, she
asked me if I had heard any strange noises in the house, and I didn't know if I
should tell her, so I just said "no why would you ask"? And she said
that the people that lived there were devil worshippers and that there was a
rumor that they had sacrified their 16 year olds baby
in one of the bedrooms and that it got out of control. And they just moved out
and moved to another state. We never meet the people that lived their they were
out of state. So when we bought the house everything was through our realitor and faxes.Any ways, I
thought " why didn't this lady come and tell me this when we were looking
at the house. I told my husband I wanted to put the house for sale. We did, the
house sold on three different times. When it was time to close escrow for no unknow reason the buyers just backed out at the last
moment. I was so scared, I would not stay in the house alone, I started to get
very sick, I tried to kill myself, I slit my wrist. I was just so depressed and
scared, because I couldn't sleep because of the banging and chatting that would
go on every night. One morning the neighbor that lived next to us, came and
asked me if we had a man living with us. I told her no that no one lived with
us. She said that she had seen me and my husband leave, and a few minutes after
we left she heard a mans voice screaming and cussing and heard very loud bangs
coming from in the house. She asked if I heard the dogs crying the night before
and I told her yes, she said that she got up and looked out her back window and she seen a
huge black shadow pass throught our wooden fence and
that her dogs just laid down as it passed by. And that it went to through her
backyard. I was trying to sell the house, so I told her I had never heard
anything in the house like that. There was so many things that happened to
people that would come visit, that they would leave terrified. If we were
listening to the radio, The demonic force would turn the volume all the way up
and change the station. My sister-in-law stayed in the room with the blood
stains, and she was a woken the something breathing on her face, she said she
was getting up to turn on the light and she saw a small door open, and that it
was just pitch black , but that she could hear horrible sounds coming from
within the small door. She was so scared that she called her brother to come
pick her up, it was 3am when she left. We ended up just leaving the house one
night at 1am, we never went back, I gave all my furniture to the neigbors. And we would not even go by that street ever
again. We lost our material things, but thats how bad
the demonic spirits got. We have been courious and
have gone on line to see who owns the house,and ever
person with in a year has lost it, and now it belongs to the government, for
public housing. It was chilling to see that it is still going on. I never
reported anything about this, because I didn't think the authories
would believe me. My mother said I should have some people that do
investigation on hauntings, but I didn't know how to go about it, and I was
more concerned about leaving there and never ever going back. This is not
something made up, this really did happen, and there are people who wittinessed some of the most horrible things that happen in
that house. I thought My husband and I would grow old in that house together,
but what happened there almost cost us are marriage, and our lifes. I do now believe in ghost, or demons and they can
wreck havick on peoples lives.
Ghosts and Red
Dots
By:
Br2846@aol.com
This story is
about my sister-in law, my husband and his family
lived in a house
with a graveyard behind it, there was only a fence
between their
house and the graveyard, you can imagine the stories
they can tell,
but the scarest one was of my sister in law, one
night
the whole family
went out, but she decided to stay at home, she called
a friend who
lived about two houses from her house, you could see into
the windows of
the houses, my sister in law had a habit of laying in the floor
to talk on the
phone, her friend was looking out the window at their house
and was
laughing, when she asked her what was so funny, her friend told her
that her dancing
in the window was, she told that she was'nt in the
window
that she was
laying in the floor, she ran to her friends house without even
hanging the
phone up.
This story is
about me, i have lived at this home for 5 yrs, twice i have seen
red dots in the
dark, i live on a 200 acre farm, no other houses
around and
no head lights
can be seen from road, this place has a lot of history, so next
time i see them i am going to do some
investigating on the history of the farm
Dad Saying
Good-bye
By:
s_arthompso1@clarion.edu
First, before I tell you the interesting
part, I must give you some
general
information.
Just this passed October, 2004, my dad passed
away due to
complications of
diabetes. It came as a complete shock to
my sisters
and and I that this would happen, for it had become routine for
us that
he would be
hospitalized every few months. He would
be in for a few
days, battle
whatever new infection he had developed, and then be
released. However, this last time something happened
that caused
brain damage,
and the machines were the only things that were keeping
him alive. My eldest sister, Heather (22), was his power
of attorney,
and so had to
make the final decision to turn off the machines. She
waited till my
sister Meghann (19) and myself (20) got home from
college so we
could see him one last time. He was put
on life-support
on a Saturday,
and the following Wednesday, my three sisters and I went
into the
hospital for the last time. Heather told the doctors of our
decision to take
my dad off life-support (he never wanted to be on it).
The doctors removed the machines, and my
sisters and I prepared
ourselves for a
long night. If anyone has had to go
through such a
horrible ordeal
such as this, they know that sometimes it may only take
a few minutes or
may be hours before the person decides to let go.
When my dad's
breathing began to become shorter and more labored,
Meghann
held his hand, told him she loved him, and that it was ok to
go. It was several hours after the machines were
turned off that my
dad's breathing
and heart finally stopped. By this time,
it was 1 am
and my sisters
and I were completely exhausted, both emotionally and
physically. After settling matters with the doctors and
nurses, we
gathered our
things up, and headed home for bed.
Now, the interesting part. Our mom was waiting up for us when we
got home. My parents had been divorced for about seven
years, but had
always remained
friends. My mom would often cook certain
foods for my
dad that she
knew he would enjoy. However, she did
not go into the
hospital to see
my dad this last time because she was afraid that my
grandparents (my
dad's parents) would accuse her of causing my dad's
illness (My
grandparents are not very caring of other people's
feelings). My mom asked us what happened, and we told her. She then
told us that
around 7:45 she was in her bathroom when she heard someone
come into her
room (My mom has a master bathroom that is right off her
room. If one were to walk into her room from the
dining room, they
would see her
bed, and the door to the master bathroom is at the foot
of her bed, a
little to the left).
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room
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She knew it wasn't my stepdad,
who had gone out into the kitchen to
get something to
eat. She stood inside her bathroom, but
was able to
look out a
little ways to see a shadow of a man on the wall to the
left, coming
from the bathroom. The part that was so
important to tell
us was that next
she heard my dad's voice say, "I won't be back,
Valerie." She said that she started crying and couldn't
stop. She
knew that he had
come to tell her good-bye, and that she knew he was
ok. She felt, surprisingly, peaceful
afterwards. What really made an
impact on my
sisters and I was that at 7:45 was about the time the
doctors were
removing the life-support.
A few days later my mom asked him to send her
a sign that he was ok
and watching over
us. She asked him if he remembered the
song that
they first
danced too (Babe, by Styx), and he if he did, to send her
some sort of
sign that he had heard her. Now, this is
a song my mom
hasn't heard on
the radio anytime recently. Later that
night, when she
got in the car,
the first song to come on the radio was Babe.
I know
that my dad was
saying good-bye to my mom, and that he's watching over
my sisters and
I.
2 Encounters
By:
xkrickett@comcast.net
We moved into a
home when I was 6 in 1979. The home
would have been
about 16 yrs.
old when we moved in. Shortly after we
moved in, I
started to get
into trouble for using crayons to draw on the wall in my
closet. The only problem with this, was that I didn't
do it. My
sister and I had
never drawn on the walls and never did, but the the
fact that the
drawings were in my closet, I tended to get the blame.
As a kid, I
thought my name was strange and had wished I would have
been named
Kevin, which only strengthened the
argument against me.
With every
drawing was the name Kevin written nearby.
My mom would
clean the
drawings off of the wall and eventually, a new drawing with
the name Kevin
would appear. I had seen a small child
in my room at
night that I
never told anyone until I had to prove I wasn't drawing on
the walls. I described a kid a 3 year old wearing blue
pants, red
shirt and a red
baseball cap, with light brown hair. The
drawings
continued for
sometime, but eventually my parents believed me. My mom
was pregnant
with my brother when we moved and one night in January, my
mother woke up
in the middle of the night, thinking that she was going
into labor. After she realized she wasn't going into
labor she saw
someone walk
past their bedroom door. She immediately
thought it was
either my sister
or myself. As she called our names, my
father woke up
thinking
something was wrong. My mother told him one of us had walked
by the door and
he called our names also. A second later
the little
boy that I had
seen many times walked into the room and walked to the
end of their
bed. He looked at them and walked
out. At that moment,
they knew where
the drawings came from.
My brother was
born in February and we continued to live there for
about 5 more
years. My brother always talked about
playing with his
friend Kevin and
that he and Kevin were hungry or thirsty.
We simply
thought he had
an imaginary friend. It wasn't until the
last year, we
were telling my
wife about this encounter and while we were describing
the little boy,
my brother declared that he was Kevin.
My sister is
the only one not
to see him, but no one felt scared, we never chased
him away. We don't have any proof, but at one time, a
mother down the
street had asked
about our house once. She had told me
someone in the
first owners
family had died there and we knew we were the third