The Ghost in my Kitchen

By: lmacwg@yahoo.com

When we moved in to our house, my mother and father knew that it was over a hundred years in age.

I know more about the house, especially now, after I saw the ghost,

I was on yahoo IM with my friends, home alone, my parents took my brother somewhere .it was quite, I wasn't playing my music for some reason or another. I heard a noise, I went to investigate, I though, "oh, the cats probably figured out how to open the bloody refrigerator door again." (she was always finding more ways to get at food) it wasn't until I was actually stepped in to the kitchen, that I saw him. it was a figure of a man, he was tall, and thin, he was decaying, I saw bullet holes, and his eyes.. he was in a normal color, for a decaying person, but he had a green aura around him. the man was standing in the middle of the kitchen, looking around. he looked past me, almost like I wasn't there, I was paralyzed, not as in magical powers, but, as in took bloody scared to move, to shocked to make any noise, and at that time, as the guy was looking through me, I relished just how alone I was in the house. The ghost, thing, guy, kept looking around, as though looking, expecting to find something. it was like I wasn't there, all my family wasn't there, and time hadn't past, since he was alive. then he changed, no faze shifted, but his aura changed, slightly, and he looked at me again, I knew I saw me this time, his eyes recognized me this time, my stuff, and the change in the room, he knew he was dead, and he spoke. he said "get out, run while you can." and he faded. I stood there for a long time, not believing what I just saw, until my friends voices could be heard. (I had had my speakers on, talking verbally, with a microphone) it snapped me back to earth. that was in early November. I sat down right away, and told my friends what I had seen.

House of Bad Energy

By: jojobean56@yahoo.com

In 1993 we were moving into a house in the city of the Dalles, Oregon. My wife and I had went shopping for paint. When we returned our 13 year old son was sitting on the steps outside. He told us he was watching tv when he heard some one coming down from up stairs since he was alone he got up and looked but no one was there. When he sat back down something ran down the stairs and the back door slammed shut. Many times doors would open and shut, along with windows. We asked our pastor to come by and he had friends he said could see spirits with him. They all said they could feel a evil presents and the seers said my others sons room was full of demons and left. In Dec of 94 our 13 year old son was shot and killed in this house. Everything took on new meanings then. WE had nothing but bad luck and one night something unseen held my wife down in the bed and didn’t let her up until she called for me. Our pastor told us my wife wanted so bad that th force be our son she kept inviting it back. We moved out after that. We are told everyone who lives there has bad luck and bad experiences. We know something is out there. I swear this is all true

My Ghostly Experience At Halehoaloha - Chaminade University Of Honolulu

By: spy7@adelphia.net

I’ve always been sort of an exercise fanatic and during this time I was doing a lot of long distance running in preparation for the Honolulu Marathon.  I was waking up frequently in the middle of the night with muscle spasms in my calf muscles (so I thought).  The spasms were so strong that they felt like they were tapping my mattress (making the mattress move).  Well, one night during an episode of spasms, I curled my legs up and to my surprise, I had no spasms in my legs, but the bed mattress continued to tap where my legs had just been.  Oddly enough, I was not frightened by this and paid very close attention to these tapping phenomena for the next week or so, until it stopped and never occurred again.

During this same time, my roommate, David, began taking photographs of tombstones and stairways and put some of these up on the wall in the shape of a cross.  Then one night he asked me, in a very strange way, why I slept with a bible near the head of my bed (which I have done my whole life).  Anyway, I could tell by the tone of his voice there was something troubling him, so I asked him why he wanted to know.  He told me he had been experiencing something strange recently.  I said “you mean the tapping in the bed?”  And he yelled “YES!! YOU TOO?”  Upon comparing notes we found the only difference in the tapping was that his were occurring by the head of his bed while mine were occurring by my legs in my bed.  I should mention that our beds were arranged on opposite sides of the room, but the head of his bed was directly across from the foot of my bed.

Also during this same time frame, on the days when I wasn’t working out or training, I would come back to the dorm room in Halehoaloha and either take a nap or meditate.  Often times while taking a nap  I would have those dreams where you feel like you’ve just been awakened by someone speaking to you but you’re still a little groggy and can’t quite understand what the person is saying and you can’t quite see them clearly enough to identify them (because they appear to be in a fog).  Then, of course you realize it was just a dream.  My next door neighbor also reported having similar dreams during this same period.  I also experienced sleep paralysis several times.  Also, once while meditating, my roommate came back to the room, opened the door, but started speaking to someone outside and pulled the door closed again without entering.  My eyes were shut but I was in a very perceptive meditative state and I felt the dormitory cat (our mascot) jump up on the bed next to me.  I felt the bed dip down and thought I felt the heat of his body next to my legs. When I finished meditating several minutes later, I fully expected to see the cat lying next to me.  To my surprise the cat was not there and my roommate said the cat had not entered the room during the brief period he had opened the door.

My roommate and I had been telling our suite mate, Mark, about our experiences over the past several weeks and he always just laughed it off.  Then, one day, I returned to the room after lunch and my roommate said “You have to go see Mark (our suite mate) right away”.  I asked why, and he said “You just have to do it now”.

So, I ran over to the classrooms and found Mark.  He looked like he had just seen a ghost (no pun intended – yes it was).  Well, Mark used to have this habit of waking my roommate up mid morning by entering our room through the adjoining bathroom and saying “David it’s time to wake up”.  This morning had been no different.  Mark entered our room, and thought he caught a glimpse of David standing naked by my desk, but then David bolted out of Mark’s sight to his side of the room.  Mark was absolutely positive he had seen David so he came into our room and looked under David’s bed and under a sleeping bag David had on the floor.  Nobody else was in the room.  Upon reflection, Mark said the naked person he saw looked more like a hunched over old man rather than David.

We never experienced anything unusual after that.

I’m very relieved to know that we are not the only residents of Halehoaloha to have experienced something unusual.

A Proud Graduate Of Chaminade University – 1977

My Ghost

By: chestersangel18lp@gmail.com

Hi, my name is Sara and I wanted to write to you about the ghost(s)

that resides in my home.  I live on the outskirts of a little town

called Inman, in Spartanburg, South Carolina.  The story goes that a

young woman in the 1930's or 40's came to stay in my house, that was

her cousin's house back then, because she and her husband had had an

argument.  Her husband found out where she was and came to get her.

She was never seen again, and I believe she is the ghost that is here

in my home, although I could be wrong because there are a few graves

in the woods behind my house.

I do not remember my first experience with her, just what my mom has

told me.  My mom said that when I was about three or four (in the late

80's), she couldn't find me in the house one day and was searching all

over for me.  When she looked in my room, she saw my teddy bear

sitting in the middle of the floor.  It's one of those teddy bears

that you press the paw and it plays music, and it was playing when she

found it.  Well, she found me underneath the kitchen table crying.

When she asked me what was wrong, I told her that there was a woman in

my room playing with my teddy bear and she had scared me.  There was

no one else in the house.

When I was about eight or nine, I woke up one night and looked up to

see a bluey, see-through woman standing over my bed.  I freaked out

and pulled the covers over my head.  When I looked back up a few

moments later, she was gone.  I dont remember though exactly what she

looked like, because it was about ten years ago.  I do remember that

she looked kinda young.  Everyone I have told this always seem to

think that it was my mom, when it really couldnt have been because we

have hard wood floors and my mom walking away would have made some

noise.

Then, when I was 14 (1999 or 2000), my parents had left me at home one

friday night.  I was in my room watching tv with the lights off and

the door to my bedroom open.  Not long after watching tv, the

temperature of the room dropped (this was the middle of summer and

here it gets up to about 100 degrees), and the hair on the back of my

neck stood straight up.  Then, whenever the show would go off and a

commercial would come on, I could hear footsteps walking up and down

the hall, pacing back and forth (keep in mind the hardwood floors in

this house are a bit creaky).  Then when the show would come back on,

the footsteps would stop in the doorway.  With each commercial break,

the footsteps seemed louder and louder.  When I turned the tv off,

they would continue pacing until I would turn the tv back on.  I

called a friend of mine and even she could hear the footsteps through

the phone.  When my parents came home, the footsteps quit and have not

come back since.

About a month and a half ago though, I was at home alone cooking in

the kitchen when I heard this rhythmic tapping noise coming from the

corner of the kitchen.  Well, I walked into the next room and when I

came back into the kitchen a moment later, the tapping had stopped and

there was a puddle of water where the tapping noise had been.  I could

feel eyes upon me the whole time, but no one else was home.  My

parents were at work and my sister was in school.  Not long after

that, I left for my afternoon class at college.  When I left, I turned

the heat up so it would be warm when I got home.  Upon returning, the

heat had been turned down to low, and no one had been home.

Then about two weeks after that, I had just came home from one of my

college classes, and I could sense an angered presence about the

house.  I heard bumps and knocks on the doors and walls and the

tension was high.  I sat down here at my computer and began checking

my email and I could feel a pair of eyes on me, as if someone were

looking over my shoulder and watching my every move.  This creeped me

out a bit and I wanted to relax, so I turned on some classical music.

It wasnt long until the presence left.  I no longer felt like someone

was watching me.  I was relieved, but since then I can sometimes sense

that there's someone else here with me, though they hardly ever do

anything or make any kind of noises to make it evident as they have

before.  There has been a time or two that I could swear I see, out of

the corner of my eye, someone run by the kitchen doorway.

Unfortunately, no one else in my family has experienced anything like

this and my friends think I'm cuckoo.  I know that what I have heard

and seen is real, even if no one else believes me.  Thank you for your

time in reading this.

The Gun

By: SweetLv64@aol.com

My husband bought a used shotgun from a friend and stored it in our bedroom......we do not sleep together in  our room...(another story)...I started waking up at night with the smell of fresh flowers....2 to 3 nights a week....then one night I was sleeping on my stomach and felt something grab me and lay on top of me...I woke up and it was still holding me and then it let go....I put the shot gun in the closet  in the hallway the next day....that night i was sleeping and heard knocking at my bedroom door....i thought it was my kids who are 19 and 17 but it wasent......the next day I told my husband to get rid of the gun....he did and and asked the guy that he got it from about the gun and he said that his friends brother killed himself with it.....after the gun was out of my house I have never had anything happen to me......

Hauntings of the USM LadyElgin

By:  jordan-electron@excite.com

My studies of my ancestors, Rum and Medicine Importer Nick McGrath and Milwaukee

US Harbormaster Martin Dooley (aka, Doorley), reveal terrible hauntings from

Milwaukee's past, where the schooner 'Augusta of Oswego' rammed and sank the USM

Lady Elgin with many members of Milwaukee's militia and fire companies on board.....

the Union Guards, the Light Guards, the Green Jagers, the Black Jagers, Milwaukee

City Band, etc, on Sept 8, 1860. About a month later, the Guard's warehouse was

burned down. Also, according to the Milwaukee Sentinel of September 4, 1892, per

the Lady Elgin Survivor's Society, which formed to recreate records lost in the

Great Third Ward Fire of 1892, "one man, named Nick McGrath, who lived on Erie

Street, in the Third Ward, floated into the mouth of the Milwaukee River, a month

after (the shipwreck), and went ashore on his own place (Dooley Martin, Dousman &

Company, Forwarding and Commission Agents, South Pier, Foot of Erie Street)."

Talk about ghosts!

There is a commemorative Wisconsin Historical Marker on modern Erie Street.

At the time the militia companies were being recruited for Democrat US Senator

Stephen Douglas's Federal 'manifest destiny' policies of stopping secession in

the Utah Territory, and secession in the Southern States, after his annexation

of the US Western Territories, victory in the Mexican War, and the Third Seminole

(Florida) War, with Douglas Chairman of the Congressional Committee on Territories,

and plans to annex Canada, Cuba, and Northern Mexico. Douglas was the 'de facto'

President of the Territories of the USA, during the administrations of Democratic

US Presidents James Buchanan and James Polk. Republican pacifist lawyer Abraham

Lincoln (who sometimes spoke against the Mexican, Florida, and Western Wars),

defeated Douglas in the 1860 Presidential election, but rapidly formed a Union

Party with Douglas to join the 'manifest destiny' movement to crush Southern

rebellion, right after Lincoln became President of the USA, at the direction of

John Henry Jordan's popular Republican cartoon tabloid 'The Rail Splitter'.

Many of the thousand orphans of the USM Lady Elgin shipwreck grew up in the

Saint John's Cathedral orphanage, clinic, church, and school, and some of mine

also ran the Ward and Doorley Saloon and Coal Livery, in the Empire Building

and Dock of Milwaukee's Grand Avenue, until the Prohibition of the 1920s.

Their second demise was mirrored by a Milwaukee Depression which is recalled

by their old Presidential automobile bumper plate 'Boost Al Smith', over

Republican Prohibitionist Herbert Hoover, Prohibition having ruined this

'beer capital of the world'. At the time of the 1860 shipwreck, some Doorleys

were affiliated with the Sands Brewery, which was one of the major donors to

the orphanage. From the 1870s, the Doorleys were affiliated with the Pabst

(aka, Best, Blue Ribbon) Brewery. The most prominent veterans of the Florida

and Mexican Wars on board the Lady Elgin were Captain Gerald 'Garrett' Barry

(Milwaukee County Treasurer, US Army Surveyor, and Pharmacist via McGrath

Imports), and General George Hartsuff, then a US Army Lieutenant at Fort

Mackinac. Barry, McGrath, and Dooley (Doorley) were all members of the

Milwaukee Union Guards, aka, 1st Regiment, Wisconsin State Militia, who died

in the shipwreck. Four years after the shipwreck, the Captain and crew of the

'Augusta of Oswego', Darius Malott, John Terrett, etc, were assigned to the

schooner Mojave, which disappeared. I have a theory that US General Hartsuff,

who tried to legally hang Confederate Captain Raphael Semmes of the CSS Alabama

for piracy, had Malott and his crew executed on September 8, 1864, in memory

of Hartsuff's heroic swim to survival on a first class wood plank, and the

deaths of several hundred of the militia families when no passenger yawls

or second class wood planks could be launched, as the USM Lady Elgin rapidly

broke up and sank. 

Ghost

By: RendellA@graphicpkg.com

When I was going thru my divorce in the winter of “82”-“83”, I roomed with a friend of mine from work. He was renting a house from another co-worker. The house belonged to the co-worker’s mother. She was in the hospital dieing from old age. One day the co-worker came by and told us that his mother had passed away. He said they were putting the house up for sale, but we could live there until it was sold. My friend was quite a party animal and was always gone all weekend long. About two weeks after the lady died, I was alone one Saturday night. I woke up in the middle of the night and heard a woman crying. I thought my friend had brought a lady friend home. When the crying didn’t stop, I got up and then noticed no one was home but me. I went to the living room and the crying stopped. It freaked me out. A week later a friend, Rick, came over on a Friday night to watch TV and have a few beers. We were the only ones there. It had snowed earlier and there was a slight dusting of snow on the ground. As we were watching TV in the living room we heard footsteps coming up the front walk to the front door. I thought that was odd, as everyone used the side door and no one ever came to the front door. I got up and went to the door, but when I opened it no one was there. This happened two more times. Every time there was no one at the door. When it happened a fourth time Rick and I went out the front door. I told Rick to run around the house one way and I would run the other way and we would catch whoever was messing with us. When we met at the back of the house, no one was there. We went back out front and then noticed that our footprints were the only ones in the snow. I got a cold chill and Rick was upset and left right then and there. I stayed by myself with no more occurrences happening. Also the only shower was in the basement and my roommate would not go down there as he said he felt creeped out every time he went down there. He always took a bath upstairs.

Ghost in Anchorage, Alaska

By: epavsek@arwa.org

Friends of mine live in the Mountain View section of Anchorage. Their

house is haunted by a ghost whose name is, I believe, Walt. He was a

former owner. He has not made himself visible, but he has manifested

himself audibly and by moving objects. He stomps on the basement stairs

when annoyed. He threw a roll of masking tape that struck the wall next

to one of my friends.

I have never experienced him, but everyone in their family has. Their

granddaughter, 12 years old, was so frightened by the ghost that she

will never enter the house if no one is home.

The ghost apparently dislikes certain types of music and favors country

music. He will dance about if a lively country or bluegrass song is

played (not always, just on the days he is around). If rock or rap is

played, he will stomp up and down on the wooden stairs or will bang

against the wall.

No one has heard him speak.

I doubt my friends would allow visitors into their home to experience

the ghost (he doesn't show up very often anyway), but you can list the

location as North Lane, Anchorage if people want to know the general area.

Haunted Places in Ohio

By: DRJMB613@aol.com

I am really impressed by your website on Haunted Places in Ohio, and I just wanted to share something related to one of the places you mention & a couple buildings close by it.

I hope you'll bear with me as I tell the tale - it may get a bit convoluted at times.

The place is the Warehouse on the Canal, in Canal Fulton, where I grew up in the 1960s & 70s. I remember the warehouse being "Fred's Grocery Store" during much of my youth, until the proprietor, Fred Remark, passed away sometime in the late 1970s, I think. I do remember hearing something about the employees not wanting to go upstairs in that building for any reason, but I do not recall whether or not anyone every said why. I can say from my own experience, Fred's Grocery Store was a bit of a depressing place, and even as a kid, I distinctly remember having such an impression, although as a child I wouldn't have labeled it "depressing", but simply was quite aware I didn't like the place & thought it was a bit creepy, even though it was overtly not an unpleasant place at all & old Fred, with his ever-present RG Dunn cigar clamped between his teeth, was a rather nice guy on the whole, although he could be a bit gruff at times - but he was usually pleasant & in a good mood & was very affable.

But something else I will share is about a nearby building that, until about 1965, housed the town's original grocery store, the Dennison & Diehl Grocery Store, that was just around the corner at the very next intersection in the middle of town, across from the old Exchange Bank. Old Fred was originally the manager of the Dennison & Deihl Grocery Store, prior to its closing in 1965, which is when he opened his own store in the warehouse on the Canal, not even a block away.

As an aside, I do recall that creepy things supposedly happened in the upper rooms of the old bank building, too, by the way - my mother's friend was the widow of the bank president who died in 1965, Mrs. Paul Blank, and I recall her talking about weird feelings upstairs in the rooms - as did another friend of my mother's, Pauline (can't recall her last name - she has been dead for over a quarter of a century now), who worked at the bank for many years as a teller - I do recall her saying something once about hearing voices up there when no one was supposed to be up there. But that is the extent of what I have heard about the old Exchange Bank Building - which, at one time, also housed the old town postoffice in the section of the building closest to the canal - I barely recall it from my early childhood, as a new postoffice was built in the mid-1960s. The old warehouse on the canal sits directly behind the old bank building.

Directly across the street from the old Exchange Bank building is the building that had housed the old Dennison & Deihl Grocery Store. I can tell you quite a bit about this building, because my parents once owned it. They purchased it from the estate of Mr. Paul Blank, who had been a family friend & president of the Exchange bank until he died suddenly during some sort of surgery in 1965. This is another place that needs to be investigated, in my opinion & I will explain why I feel this way.

First I should mention that I have not been in downtown Canal Fulton in several years, other than in passing, and to be honest, haven't really been by the old building my parents used to own to see if anything had been done with it lately - last I was aware, around about 2001 when I was last at an Old Canal Days Festival, the building was still empty, although it looked like someone was trying to restore it to what it originally must have looked like. All the plaster walls had been taken down to expose the original brick & I saw where on one wall a reproduction of the original "Dennison & Deihl Grocery" sign had been hung - I know it was a reproduction because the original used to be behind the garage at my parent's home on Arcadia Street in Lawrence Twnshp, where it rotted away completely many many years ago, when I was still living there. But other than that, the building did not appear to be being put to any use - although if that is still true, I cannot say. I have resolved to have a look next time I go through the town.

But I will tell you - that when my parents bought the building & had to clean it out - a lot of junk & debris remained in the building after the grocery store closed - it definitely had an "atmostphere". Upstairs were old offices still used at that time by an elderly attorney - very elderly, I recall, but I can't say how old he really was - and I was just a child then. My father had some sort of problem with the attorney regarding payment of the rent & ended up having to evict him - for an attorney, he apparently wasn't able to do much to prevent it, but I never knew the particulars. He moved out not all that long after my parents purchased the building. I have a VERY distinct memory of going upstairs with my father when he went up to inspect the premises of the old law office after the attorney left - it was a very gloomy, musty, & dingy place - really hard to believe that the old attorney still practiced there - to me, it seemed as though the place had been abandoned for years - thick dust was everywhere. And as I said, it was quite musty - the smell was rather strong & I still recall it distinctly. I also remember finding an old Lincoln penny on the floor dated 1927, I think - I still have it somewhere. But most of all, I remember that even though I was with my father, who was a big, tough-guy construction & plumbing contractor - and an ex-prizefighter who also fought in the Pacific during WWII & was afraid of nothing & no one - I still felt very frightened up there & I still have no idea why - it was midday on a bright sunny day (outside that is - not much light coming through the windows, I recall) & I had been very excited about getting to go with my dad & "explore" the upstairs, which I had not seen previously. And even the excitement of my "find" did not dispel my feelings of apprehension & I kept telling my dad I wanted to go (I was about 4 or 5 at the time). And what was also unusual, my father agreed, seeming like he didn't want to spend any more time in the vacant & completely empty upper rooms. We were probably up there less than 5 minutes. But it was like there was a sensation in the air you could almost touch. Immediately after returning downstairs, the feeling was gone. I have never asked my father about the incident, which is a shame, because he is now nearly 80 & his memory is failing rather badly. I never went upstairs again, & to my knowledge, never did my father.

Initially, my father used the building to store some materials & tools from his construction company - that was for the first several years that my parents owned the building. I do remember that not only while they were cleaning it out, but also when they would either bring things to be stored or pick up stored materials, my father's employees did not like the basement of the building either - and neither did I, for much the same reasons I disliked the upstairs, but I would force myself to stay with the men who worked for my father, including my Uncle Frank, who still might be a source of information - there were usually at least three or four of them there on those occasions when I would also be present & I liked staying with "the big people", especially with Uncle Frank. But I recall one occasion when I went with my father & his men, for a reason I no longer recall, at night - not very late, but after dark. And whatever the reason was for being there, we went down into the cellar - and I remember being terrified, the exact reason I no longer recall, other than a childish notion about "monsters" - I recall being teased a little good-naturedly by my father, but then my uncle & the other chimed in that they didn't like it down there either & that the sooner they finished whatever they were doing & could leave, the better. And we didn't stay very long. I have some other dim half-memories, which perhaps I could recall more clearly if I had the opportunity to re-visit the building, particularly about the room at the back of the ground floor, where the butcher did his meat-cutting back when the grocery store was still there, but its a bit hazy right now.

About 1970 or 71, my parents sold the building on land contract to a man named Robert Pliese or Pleise, who, it is my understanding, has since passed away sometime in the late1980s or early 90s. He bought the building as an investment & intended to rent the building out - and over the years there were several attempts by various people to put shops in the building - I'm sorry I do not recall what they were trying to sell, but none of these businesses lasted more than a few weeks - one, a several months. No business that every moved in there ever prospered, and all quickly went under. Very quickly. And for long periods of time - years in between periods sometimes - the building stood completely empty. And as far as I know - and it may no longer be true - the upstairs rooms that once housed the law office of the elderly attorney have never been rented out - or if it was ever tried, no one apparently stayed there very long. I never heard anything about why, but I can remember a couple of times when my mom would happen to be talking about the building to an acquaintence in town, usually at the old Oser Dairy Store, where we went often, and when the subject of the building not staying rented would come up, the term "jinx" was mentioned. By the way - and I just happened to think of this for the very first time while writing this (literally) - the time period during which my parents owned the Dennison & Deihl building prior to its sale would correspond exactly with a period in which my father's business (which was actually located in Tallmadge, Ohio) suffered some very serious reversals & bad business decisions which almost caused my father to go bankrupt & lose the business. And things started turning around in the years immediately following the sale of the building - perhaps all that is a coincidence. Who knows?

As I said, I would strongly suggest the old Dennison & Deihl Building as a place that should be investigated. But there is yet another building, related to both it & the old warehouse on the canal - that place is currently the Canal Fulton VFW. My parents also owned it during the same time period they owned the Dennison & Deihl Building, as it was part of the purchase from the Blank Estate, also  - and they sold it to the VFW, I believe, not long before the sold the other building. I recall my father saying something to my mother to the effect that, "If the VFW wants it, they can HAVE it" - with the emphisis in the original.

My dad also used that building, which is right beside the warehouse on the canal, on the opposite side from the bank, for storage, mostly of larger tools & piping material. For the life of me, I can never recall being on the inside, & I believe that my father never wanted me to go inside - no specific memory, just an impression that still remains. My father very very rarely visited that building & sent his employees by themselves to store or retrieve anything, if he could help it. But on those occasions (only perhaps two or three times) that I was present, I always recall being outside & as I said, I have no recollection of ever seeing the inside - other than through a door that was like a cellar door accessed below sidewalk level directly in front - and I think I only ever saw his employees access the building through that same "cellar" door - never the front door - why, I don't know, perhaps a practical reason regarding access to & maneuverablity of oversized materials & pipes stored there - I really couldn't say. But I recall the men, my uncle included, going in only through that cellar door. I don't know if that door still exists, or if it was done away with when the building underwent a major structural overhaul when the VFW remodeled it prior to moving in. And I have never set foot in the building since its been the VFW, either.

But I can recall two things - my dad's men literally hated going in there, and bitched & moaned about it whenever they had to - and they would accomplish their tasks very hurriedly, too - and I was usually told to go back & sit in the truck - which I gladly did - because the second thing I recall is my absolute terror of the place - this could have been due to my childish imagination, but the feelings I had just standing outside the building by where the cellar door was located were much worse than anything I had ever felt in the Dennison & Deihl Building. I will tell you point blank with total honesty, that I still recall to this very day having the distinct impression that there were bodies buried inside the little building (I do not recall how much or even if the VFW expanded the building when they remodeled, but it seemed much smaller, almost tiny, even to me as a child back then). I actually voiced this impression once, and I recall my uncle & the other men laughing somewhat nervously, but not teasing me as they normally would have for such childish notions. I never knew why they didn't like going there - I never heard them say exactly why. But standing there in front of the building (and to be honest, I cannot recall clearly whether there was a sidewalk or not, but I think there was), I had the distinct impression of the place as a mausoleum of some kind & an evil place. I do not know what this building originally was or what function it was serving prior to my parents purchasing it. I know nothing of its history prior to that time - but especially in light of its extremely close proximity to the warehouse on the canal (which, last time I can recall paying attention, still had the fading paint on the side facing the bank which read "Finefrock Furniture"), and those distinct impressions & the memories which have remained with me for roughly four decades, would definitely be another place worth checking out further. And I will add that not only do I recall being reluctant to even drive past those two buildings (the warehouse & the VFW) as a teenager when I first got my license, that reluctance remains with me, and the last time I went to midnight mass on Christmas Eve at the old St. Philip & James Church (which also had stories of being haunted - heard them as a child) just up the street around the curve, upon driving back up towards my parents' old home afterwards, where a family friend now lives across Rt 21, I remember very clearly that for some reason I did not want to drive by those buildings, even though it would have been the most practical route, since we parked in the parking lot across from the church & the street the buildings are on kind of runs beside it - I actually went one street over, a very short backtrack, but a backtrack none the less, on my way back. And I remember feeling a bit silly & irrational - and really not knowing why I made such an irrational detour - my wife even asked me why I made my "mini-backtrack" & I just passed it off with "because I just felt like it".

One other thing I recall, whether it is of any importance or not, I cannot say, but when I was in about 5th or 6th grade - around 1971 or 72, there was a house just a couple doors up the street from the VFW that completely burned to the ground, and I believe there was at least one fatality if memory serves. And couple of years after we had graduated from high school, my buddy, Jeff Simmons & his new wife, Pam, rented a house that once stood where the Canal Fulton Library's parking lot (which was formerly the Exchange Bank parking lot) is currently - when the bank originally bought the property the house sat one - on the corner opposite the bank on the other side from my parents' building - they sold the house for $1, on the condition that the buyer would move the house & bear all the expense of moving it. A fellow named Farnsworth, who is still alive & living in the town, bought it & moved it just a few doors up the street to what was then a vacant lot next to the VFW - this would have been in the late 1970s, between the VFW & the site where the house was that had burned years before. I visited my buddy & his wife quite a few times while they lived there - and they must have lived there at least two or three years - and even though I always thought their appt (Mr. Farnsworth divided the large house into two or three appts - my friend lived on the ground floor, and there was an upper appt, and a lower one, too, if memory serves) was kinda creepy, but just put it down to being an old house. But later, I recall my friend's brother, Rick, as saying something to the effect that his sister-in-law, Pam, had said something to him about the house being haunted. I don't recall if he mentioned any particulars, just that he had said Pam said it was haunted. I do know that even though the appt was very nicely remodeled before they moved in & actually was quite nice, Jeff & Pam had badly wanted to move not long after they rented it, but economic considerations kept them there longer than they wanted to be - Mr. Farnsworth was a close friend of the Simmons family & gave Jeff & Pam a large discount on their rent - an offer they could not pass up or subquently give up easily. That is about all I can relate on that house, but given the proximity to the other buildings, I thought I would add this information as well.

For what it is worth, I just wanted to share this information with you, as I thought you might be interested in hearing it. If you have any questions I might be able to answer, please do not hesitate to contact me & I'll do the best I can - and I can maybe tell you a bit more about "haunted Canal Fulton", but not personally-experienced things, like the above, but a couple more tales I heard as a child about other places in the town - and one in nearby Clinton, too. Strangely, I do not recall ever hearing anything about Lock 4, however. But there are other places in town that might be worth some attention.

It All Started

By: julieroddy@msn.com

It all started when I was in my early 20's, and l living in New Orleans where I grew up. I was laying in bed ready for sleep, but I WAS NOT SLEEPING. Everything turned black and there was a tiny light far away. A voice told me it was sending a spirit to me and if I screamed it would never send me another spirit in that form again. As the light got closer and closer I screamed, and everything went away and my room was back to normal. Of course, my then husband never believed me.

I remarried and moved to Dallas, TX. We moved into a brand new home. Soon my favorite clothes started disappearing. Just mine, not my husband's, or children's. Some of my good jewelry has also disappeared over the years. Little things have been going on over the years, hearing music, things being lost or missing, things moved from one room to another or one space to another.

Back in the spring, My daughter-in-law and I were sitting in my family room when a picture of my husband and I came flying off my bookcase aimed at my head. It missed. She said "You must have a poltergeist". Is said I did. She knew nothing. I had never told her anything about our past and neither did my son.

Two years ago a friend and I took a trip, we were in a hotel room, it was 5:00 am and the television came on extremely loud. We both woke up with a start. She asked me why did I turn it on and I asked her why did she turn it on. We both realized my poltergeist must have come with us. Some other things happened along the way, both neither of us can quite remember exactly what happened.

Also, every time I come into this web site my computer goes down. I know that after I send this email my pc will shut down. It has every time. I am not afraid of my poltergeist. Except for the one instance of the picture missing my head, it has never tried to harm me or my family.

True Story

By: mifernan@amgen.com

This happened around six or seven years ago while living at my dad's in

southern California and attending college.  I was up all night studying for

finals and drinking a lot of coffee; going crazy.  So I decided to get out

of the house and go for a jog around town.  It was a week night at around

12:00 AM, so there wasn't much traffic.  I was running on the side walk on a

dark street when all of the sudden I began to grow really scared for no

reason.  So I ran to the middle of the two-way street being that there were

no cars around.  The fear continued to grow and then peak when I turned to

my left to see a pitch black silhouette of a man reaching out to grab me

about a foot away.  I couldn't change my speed, I couldn't yell, I just kept

running about the same pace until the adrenaline kicked in, then I really

took off.  I looked behind me to see headlights approaching the peak of the

hill where the entity came at me and saw him still standing in the middle of

the road looking at me.  Then, at the last minute he darted off to the side

of the street before getting hit.  At this point, I'm thinking it was some

thief, murderer, etc. that came after me.  But as I continued to run, the

car that was coming down the road happened to be a COP.  Well, he pulled me

over and questioned me about being out that late and running away from him.

I told him I was blowing off steam by going for a jog, then a man came out

of nowhere and almost attacked me.  The COP said he didn't see anything.  I

said how could you have not seen him, you almost hit him.  Then he gave me a

sobriety test and went on his way.  I got up the nerve to run past the same

spot where the incident happened and made it back to the safety of my home.

The Spirit the Haunts My Family

By: jodijoyner@hotmail.com

There is a spirit/ghost that haunts the children of my family. It started

with my little brother and my self. Now my sister's little ones see them.

With my little brother, he would wake up and see "A cowboy" in his window.

One night he woke up screaming and he ran to my mom's room. He later told me

that the "cowboy" spoke to him. He said that it asked him for a glass of

water, and told him if he didn't get it something bad would happen. (A week

later his dog Spike was hit and killed) He  never spoke of it again. With me

I was attacked by something at age 8 or 9. I don't know what it was but I do

remember that night well. That evening my mom had told me to lie down

because I wasn't feeling well. While I was in bed I watched as everything

turned red. The next thing I know I was sitting up, it was hours later and I

was hot. I had huge hand prints all over my body larger than anyone's hand

in the house. My skin felt sunburned. My sister's three yungest kids all see

something as well. Taya my 4 year old niece has been seeing something and

telling us about something hitting her since she could talk. She would even

see something in the corner of the room, it would scare her and she would

run to me. Now her little sister Cesilyn is going through the same thing. My

godson (and nephew) Tanner won't go into certian rooms in our house he says

that he has seen a ghost in these rooms. One being in our bathroom. My

husband and I had come home from work one night to find all of out Christmas

decorations pilled up in a heap in the middle of the livingroom floor. We

chose not to say anything because Tanner was with us that night, so I picked

up the decorationd and proceeded to replace them when Tanner came running

into the room. He had told me that he had seen a ghost looking at him from

the mirror in our bathroom. My hubbie and I went to check it out the

bathroom was ice cold!!! Please feel free to e-mail me

(jodijoyner@hotmail.com)  if you have any insight on what this spirit is,

and why he choses to haunt the children of my family.

The Old Lady

By:HECHERN@HOTMAIL.COM

The story that I'm about to tell you ,some of you guys will believe in it and some of you won't.I will always believe in it.Anyway,not to long ago I went to my uncles house.His house is a 2 story house.The stairs are very old.That day I was using my uncles computer and someone was trying to tell me something through the window.I kept hearing lots of noises outside an they wouldnt leave me alone.My uncles baby cat kept acting very strange.I knew it wasn't anyone in my family because they were all in the kitchen.I wanted to find out who was there,so I looked out the window.When I looked out the person went running away. I got scared and went to tell my mom.like always she said it was just my imagination.That night we were all in the living room talking.Alot of time had passed and it was already 1:00 in the morning.I was halfway asleep and I really wanted to go home.I kept getting scared because my family kept telling scary stories abot my uncles house. Everybody had left except my aunt and her boyfriend and me and my mom.Finally my aunt and her boy friend decided to leave.My mom asked my uncle to take us back home ,but it was way to late and everybody was tired.My uncle told my mom that wy dont me and my mom sleep over his house.My mom said yes.I begged my mom to go home because I told her that the house was haunted,but she wouldnt believe me.My uncle brought us some blankets and at that moment I saw a dark shadow pass from the kitchen to my uncles room ,but my aunt wasn't there.That night I couldn't get any sleep because I kept hearing foot steps on the stairs and lots of noises.I knew that my mom heard them too because she told me in the morning.She told me she didn't want to tell me at night because she knew I was going to get scared.That morning as we were eating breakfast my uncle told me that in the neigbors house an oldlady had died and was there dead for days.My uncle had also told me that it started smelling kind of weird so that he went to the old ladies house and he found her dead.The oldladies cats were eating her up.Now everytime I go to my uncles house I have scary experiences.We are going there on christmas which is next week.I know that the oldlady might be waiting for me........

THe Man in the Hallway

By:mtungett2@charter.net

My Grandparents used to live on a farm on the other side of town.  My Grandparents purchased the house and surrounding farm in 1972. It wasn't a really old house, it was built in the 1940's or early 50's and 2 brothers had built it and lived there. When one of the brothers died, the remaining brother sold the home to my grandparents. My Grandparents immediately did some major renovations. Tore down the wall separating a small bedroom from the living room to create one big space. They drywalled over the old doorway to the little room and in its place they hung the chimes for their new doorbell.  After my grandparents moved in, my aunt began to notice something weird about the house.... the orginal owner, though dead, had never really left. They began to hear the back door open and close though no one was ever there. They would hear footsteps up and down the hallway at all hours of the day and night, and ironically, the chimes of their new doorbell started to clang together as if someone was walking through them... or perhaps walking through a doorway that wasn't there anymore. My aunt actually started to see the ghost. She recognized him as one of the former owners. She knew it was him, because he had injured his eye years ago, and ever since then, it had been very deformed and cloudy.  She would actually see him walk down the hallway. Sometimes he would go into the bathroom, other times, her bedroom and most startling were the times that he would just disappear into the wall where the doorway to the little room used to be. She would even see him out in the barns surrounding the house. He just seemed to be keeping watch over the place. She and the rest of the family became accustomed to the spirit, they really never felt scared or threatened.  They had actually known this man when he was alive and he had been a very kind man.

The funniest story pertaining to the ghost, was when my Aunt and her boyfriend were sitting on the couch one afternoon. My grandparents were not home at the time and my Aunt's boyfriend had snuck over to see her. She said that they were sharing a kiss, when all of a sudden he turned pale and froze. She asked him what was wrong and he asked if she was sure they were alone in the house. She said that she was positive and asked him why. He said that while they had been kissing, he looked down the hallway and saw a man standing there looking at them. The man turned and walked into the bathroom. My aunt asked what the man looked like and her boyfriend said, "Well, he kind of looked like your dad, but there was something really wrong with his eye" My Aunt had to explain to her unlucky boyfriend that the man he had seen was not of this world. Needless to say, the boyfriend didn't stick around. As for the ghost, when his brother finally died, all sightings and all noises stopped abruptly. The only thing that remains is a cold spot in one of the bedrooms.

Sunday Morning

By: gorgeousmiel@yahoo.com

I remember this day so vividly that I won't ever forget and I was about 12 or 13. It was Sunday morning and I was awaken by a sound that I thought was outside of child asking whoever they were with to play with them. So I went back to sleep and payed no attention to it; but, as I went back to sleep the child like voice was more demanding and louder. I looked outside again and no one was there. Then my collectible american doll Addy was speaking to me. As she kept continuing to say play with me I had the look of bewilderment in my eyez. I spoke to the doll and asked her are you talking to me and she simply said play with me. I ran out of my room in shear terror and scared and told my mother of what happend. Till this day now that I am 18 I still have that same doll bu it is thrown in my mothers closer never to be brought out again

Pineville, La

By: Gd615@aol.com

Our family of 10 moved into a house in 1946 to 1949.It was built  before the war between the states. We lived there three years as we were too poor to move. Doors would slam in the night, hard knocking on doors waking everyone up. After about three months of living there the neighbors ask if we were hearing things, as everyone else had moved in and out within a month or two citing they couldn't stand the noise. There is a sewer treatment plant on the site now, but my whole family will never forget that 3 years.

My Ghost Story

By: bah2579@hotmail.com

I lived in the same house for 23 years and there are alot of unexplainable

things that have happened and still happen. The scariest thing that ever

happened to me happened a couple of months ago just before I moved out. I

had gone to bed around 1 in the morning and I was almost sleeping when all

of a sudden I couldn't breath and I had a hard time moving. I felt pressure

on my chest.  I was gasping for air. Then as fast as it started it was over.

I didn't feel that it was trying to hurt me so I turned over and went to

sleep. I mentioned it to my boyfriend a few weeks ago and he has the ability

to see and speak to spirits. He told me it was a little boy about 3 years

old playing peek - a - boo with me and when the little boy notice I was

panicing he stopped. My boyfriend said the little boy felt so bad that he

sat by my side for an hour just to make sure I was okay. There are many

other things that has happened just in that bedroom. I will send them at

another time.

Guy in My Bedroom

By: NATaylor@Columbus.gov

1988 - My husband & I had rented an old townhouse in German Village, a historic part of town.  One night, while sleeping on my side facing 'out', I woke up to find a man stooping down and looking at me.  He was bent down with his hands on his knees looking at my face from about a foot away.  He had a large round face, deep set eyes, a sparse hair like he was balding but still had it cut short like a crew cut on the sides.  I screamed & jumped up & told my now-awake husband that a man was hiding in the closet next to my bed (he had disappeared).  When we opened the closet door, no one was in there.  We looked all over the house, even down in the coal cellar.  No one.  My husband said I was dreaming, but it felt real.

I never saw him again but sometimes when you were in the bathroom, the faucets would turn on by themselves.  One time they turned on when I was in the shower - I said, "Do you mind?  I'm in the shower - get out!"  I felt he was there.   We lived there about a year until we moved out of town for a job transfer.

Now the weird (or totally cool, however you want to see it) part . . .

15 years later I moved back to Columbus.  I went to see a psychic & mentioned in passing that I had seen a ghost once in the area.  He asked what address, and when I told him he said, "oh yeah, that guy, about 6', round head, deep set eyes, balding, bitter, used to hang out in that one closet, etc..."  Wow,the psychic described in detail exactly what I remembered except I didn't know how tall (he was bending over) or what closet he was talking about.  Then the psychic, Chris, asked if I had seen the 'kid', too.

No, I never did.  Chris asked if I'd ever found balls & jacks around the house.  After thinking for a moment, I did remember finding them on the floor.  I remembered because I found them in my baby daughter's room on the wood floor next to her crib & tried to figure out how to play with them.  At the time I thought my mother-in-law had gone all nostalgic and bought the game for my daughter.  Chris said the 'kid' left them around.  He said the ghost guy was a bitter old guy that had knocked the kid down the stairs & killed him.  Chris indicated he helped them both 'move on'. 

It was cool to have validated what I always felt was real.

Grandfather-In-Law

By: Tgoff@arlingtonva.us

This happened almost four years ago. My In-laws and I were staying at my husband’s Oma’s house (his grandmother”s on his mother’s side) in Deleware. We were visiting while we were in town for a convention. My husband stayed home in Virginia because he had to work. Anyways, I just found out that I was pregnant and it was still too early to tell anyone. This was the first time visiting and staying the night at her house. I was very appreciative, but silently felt “uneasy” my family has always had what they called “a special gift” where we can sense and know certain things even before it’s happened. Not sure if I call it a gift, yet, but I felt that there was definitely someone there that wasn’t so happy to have us there. I stayed in a bedroom that was next to the family room, separated by a door. That night, sitting on the bed (alone), I got “that feeling” everything around me froze, got silent and I felt darkness and the feeling as though I was falling very fast down a hole. I couldn’t move and I composed myself (knowing what the feeling was) and I knew instantly who was in the room. My husband’s grandfather had passed away years ago. I knew him only by the stories my husband and mother in law told. The stories my husband told were good. My mother in law told of abusiveness, violence and anger due to bi-polar disorder. Once I knew, I said my prayers (because I felt him and his anger right in my face, eye to eye) and I spoke to him. I told him who I was and about the baby. Instantly, he went away. I didn’t feel him around that night.

The next morning, my mother in law says, “Come with me I want to introduce you to someone”. We went from the b-room I was staying in, to the family room outside my door and stop directly across at the fireplace where (in total mortification) I see an urn on the mantle. She says in a teary voice, “Dad I’d like you to meet my daughter-in-law”. My feelings were confirmed. I was so terrified.

My family has this “gift” and maybe everyone else does too, but in all my “experiences” this was the most chilling because I was sleeping next to the remains of  my “visitor”.

Ghost on the Hall

By: nagyfing@earthlink.net

I got to North Georgia College and State University. Im in the ROTC Army

Training and was a wrestler. Id like to think Im pretty tough about this

stuff. But 37 minutes ago, My Fireguard Companion and MYSELF just saw

some serious garbage. We were pulling our duty, being the only ones left

here before Christmas Break with nothing to do. Sitting on the hall in

uniform, playing cards, making small talk...all that to make the time go

by. So, boom...hall lights go out.  Lights comeback on...theres is this

THING just sitting at the end of the hall staring us down. Best

description is sort of like massive man, 8 foot tall, obsidian black

sans two feral yellow eyes, and a smell of death. Lights out again. On

again...its gone. We didnt know what to do or say, so here I am writing.

Help me out here!

 Corona's Main Street Canyon

By: muzicislife@sbcglobal.net

My name is Melanie and I am from Corona California.  I live aprox. 4 min. from Main Street Canyon.  I was reading your story about the burn site, at the end of the trail, behind the signal tower, at the top of main street, and I was wondering where you got your information from.  The story you provided is not the same that I have heard, and not the same as what I personally feel truely happened.  I do agree with the fact that it was a house where a wife, husband, daughter, and son lived, but the rest...not so much.  The way I heard it was...The family that lived there was powerful.  Their house was surrounded by orange groves and the father ran a business off of them.  All the pressure put on him by the city, as well as the groves slowly but surely drove him a little nuts.  When his parents died he had them placed in tombs at the entrance of his property.  Which would explain the tombs at the entrance, they are the first things you see.  Their death put him over the edge and he started drinking.  One night he got wasted and he and his wife got into an argument.  stabbed her to what he thought was death, but really was just unconcience do to shock.  To hide what he had done, he set his house a blaze with his wife and two children inside.  As he watched it burn he became consumed with guilt and walked into the flame to die along with his family and his secret.  At least thats the way I've always heard it.  Personally I do believe it's true but I think there's more.  I think it was more violent than that.  I don't think he was drunk enough to not know what he was doing.  I think he had a dark secret that no one to this day knows, until one day his wife found out.  Then to insure his secret was never released he killed his wife, and in order to make it look like an accident he burned the house down with his family inside.  Then, yes, walked into the flame.  This way it looked as if the house had burnt down while the happy family slept.

My friend Danielle and I were really curious about the truth to Main Street Canyon, so we started investigating.  We stopped about 3 weeks later because it was getting too dangerous.  We took video cameras up there at night to document what we had seen but we never came home with any footage.  The camera would shut off for no reason.  We tried it multiple times to make sure it wasn't the camera or the batteries.  We still never brought home any footage.  Danielle has two scars on her arm and when we would go up to investigate her scars would mysteriously open and begin to bleed.  Every time we went there she would leave bleeding.  Our friend Tara went with us once, she left with two black eyes and brused wrists, as if she had been tied up.  I left with cuts all over my arms, which I still show the scars for, as well as a slash across my face.  All of these injuries are unexplainable.  It's as if they just appeared out of thin air. 

Yes the cold spots are true.  As well as the appaitions and ectoplasm.  But the interesting one...If you take the steps located at the side of what is left of the house, down into what was the bassment, and just stand there, it will begin to feel extremely hot and if you stand there long enough your skin will turn bright red.

The biggest mystery of Main Street Canyon....the long trail in the far back.  If you walk past the house you'll come across a small trail that will lead you to a cliff and a place to tie up a horse.  If you are looking at the cliff you'll notice a trail only big enough for a small car to possibly travel.  We decided to walk that trail during the day, to possibly find the fathers secret.  We walked that trail for an hour and a half before we turned around and started back.  Still to this day none of us know where it leads.  It's too far to travel by foot and there is no way to get a car through it.

That is the story all my friends, as well as myself know.

Up and Down

By: kia.rivers@technuity.com

My story is a true experience that happen to me.  My boyfriend , son , and I moved into a townhouse about 3mnths ago in Indianapolis, IN. The first couple of months were fine. As me and my boyfriend started to argue a lot I started to notice strange sounds coming for upstairs when we were down stairs, and when we were down stairs you could hear foot steps upstairs. At first I passed it off as it being the next door nieghbors. But one night when they were gone my boyfriend and I had a fall out and he left. Well I was laying across the bed when I  heard some one running up the stairs like they wanted to kill me ( I thought it was my boyfriend) when the door never open I got scared.... Then I heard it again. So I looked out my sons window to see if indeed my boyfriend had left... And sure anuff his car was gone.... Now imagine standing at the window knowing it was not him and my son  was sleep... I moved slowly back into my bedroom. I layed on the bed were I could see down the stairs ( I had open the door) suddenly I saw a bright light glowing down the stairs. Then i heard someone running back up the stairs. This time I felt a slight wind . I went down stairs nothing at all.... no lights on ..I dont know what it is ... But I told it one day when I was walking down the stairs and I felt something run pass me as I heard the foot steps again , and might I add it felt like it was playing and I since it is a kid, all I thought when I read these stories I always wonder how do you feel what it may be if it is nice or mean, but now I know ... At that point I advise the spirit that i'm not scared and they can play all they want ( must I say I felt stupid) but after that it stopped. It's like the child had to be put in its place .... I dont know what really happen but it was scarey at first.... I am a believer now.

Underground Railroad

By: wendibeamon@yahoo.com

I have had a few experiences with Ghost at my Grandfathers girlfriends house.  Her name is Dottie.  The house she lives in is in Watertown, NY about 20 minutes from the Canadian boarder.  The house is two stories and has a basement, I tell you this because the experiences only happen in the basement and the second floor.  The house use to be part of the Underground Railroad.  The guy who is present was one of the conductors.  He is a nice presence he just liked to let you know he was there.  We knows this one because that is what we were told and two because in the basement you could still see the tunnel going through it.  It is now blocked off, but you can walk by it and see light from the otherside.  He lived in the basement and every time you would go down to the basement it was always cold and you could feel as if someone was there even if you were the only one down there.

The only experience that I have had physically my self was when I would take a shower I would get out and on the mirror there would be I love you Dottie written on it.  I wasnt normal like if you would write on it and have dripping coming from the letters.  I was just the letters like it was written on paper. 

When we would go visit my brother would stay in what we all think was his study, which is now my Grandfathers study.  Well when nobody is in there the door is always locked, so my brother wrote a note to the ghost and asked if he was present in the house if he was to move the note to the desk, which is higher than the cot and across the room.  Then left it on his cot; left and locked the door.  Everybody in the house left and went to dinner.  We all knew about the note so when we got home we went and checked to see if the note had moved, it had and also had extra marking on it.  There were no windows out or any type of air, fan, etc. 

By now you should guess this is an old house and can hear if someone is coming up old creaking stairs.  Well another one was when my mother was upstairs by herself.  There was a stack of boxes on the other side of the hall from the room she was in, which is a good 5-6 feet wide, she went into it and closed the door when she opened the door to leave the boxes were moved and stacked back up in front of the door to block her path.

Just two more short ones.  My Grandfather wears a belt on his pants, everyday when he comes home from where ever he was he always goes upstairs and takes his pants off puts them on the back of the doorway and puts sweatpants on.  He and his girlfriend will be sitting the living room, which is parallel to the stairs and watch TV.  One night while they were sitting there (they live just the two of them) just his belt came sliding down the banister. 

Last one thing also happened when they were home alone and watching TV. in the living room.  I guess it was someone s birthday that day or around then and they had helium balloons.  As they were sitting there the balloons came down the stairs with the bobbing motion as if some one was walking with them. They were seeing this out of the corner of their eyes when they turned to look they flew back up to the ceiling.

These were just a few stories I have thank you for reading them.

Grandpa

By: MKubrickGirl@aol.com

Love your site.  This is my second story.  Earlier this year my wonderful grandfather died.  He had previously has a stroke and was confined to a nursing home. About a week before he passed I was upstairs in my room while my roommate and her girlfriend were watching movies downstairs.  I watched movies well into the night that night and had fallen asleep when I woke up to the tvs "white noise" on the screen.

I shut it off and tried to slip back to sleep.  About that time I got the sensation that there was someone at the end of my bed.  I shook it off until I woke a bit when I realized that, no I wasn't fully asleep, someone was in the room.  In my minds eye I saw a short round, chubby figure, like a shadow, completely black.  My roommate had the same frame and so I thought that it must have been her in the room. When I came to a bit more I can't really explain it, but I just knew someone was there.  I woke with a gasp fully expecting to see Katie but there was no one. I wasn't too scared but I usually don't have those types of experiences.  My first thought was..I have to go see my grandfather, I bet he might be going soon.   A week later he passed away.  I don't think it was grandpa, maybe it was because his body frame is the same and I got the distinct impression that the figure was a man.

thank you for reading. 

A Familiar SOund

By: holdplz@comcast.net

This happened to me after October,' 04.  Earlier in the month of October I had to have my dog put down.  It all happened very fast.  Within two days of him getting sick, he was gone.  I had had Oscar for twelve years and we were very close.  He was my constant companion and friend.  One night my husband, Larry had gone to bed and I was alone in the living room.  Oscar would always wait for me until I went to bed.  He liked to lay in his bed and snooze, because he had had to have all his teeth pulled for health reasons when he napped he snored loudly!  This particular night I was not sleepy and was channel surfing, I heard snoring from the area where his bed used to be and didn't think anything about it.  I had become so used to this sound that it didn't dawn on me that the source was gone.  When it did hit me-----the sound immediately stopped.  It made me feel very good that Oscar was still with me---I know his body is gone (I have his cremated remains on the mantle of the fireplace) that his soul is still around.  We still have one little doxie  with us by the name of Mille.  She and Oscar were very close.  Sometimes when my husband, Larry plays with her she will suddenly stop and stare at her bed (she and Oscar shared this bed) so I wonder if maybe Oscar is also playing as he did before.  She will not play with toys that were is favorite, even though she would tease him with those same toys and steal them from him.  So, my belief is that Oscar still comes around to see us, which for me is a great comfort.

Shadow Man

By: djimenez@autohahnnetwork.com

            When i was kid i always seemed to be followed by shadowy person. It started

when i would sleep at night, I always thought i saw someone standing in my

closet. And of course my older brother never let me have a night light. But

later in lifeI would see it during the day. I was playing outside and just

happened to look at a tree about 1/2 a foot wide and someone popped out

fromm behind the tree like he was hiding behind it. I of course ran inside.

Then at my Grandma's house me,my sister and two cousins watched a shadow

float around my Grandma's RV real fast like three times. They all saw it too

which comfermed to me that i wasn't crazy. After that my sister told me that

she was seeing it to around the house. She said she woke up one night and it

was standing in her doorway. After that we would see it running across the

road arms flayling around. It was always in the same spot where i saw it at

the tree. Then I saw it one more time, we were leaving and as we pulled out

of the drive way i looked back and it was running at the car. We pulled away

and i never saw it again. I kinda forgot all about this but I was watching

my parents house a week or two ago and I was getting out of bed and as I

reached for the door i heard a hallway door slam shut. They make a loud

noise when they shut and it was cold so there was no wind in the house,

also my wife was the only other person there and she was still in bed. So

that glass of water didn't sound as good as before :)

More of Our Experience

By: jojobean56@yahoo.com

When we were packing up our sons room after he died in the house in oregon, we found a roll of tape .In the middle was a dime and he had a pool bll on top of it.We didnt think much of it at the time.The day of his funeral we found a dime.Every since then when we get upset or if he is on our mind we find dimes.If you run the sweeper and put it away you might find a dime in the middle of the floor.My wife was digging to make a rose garden his faverite flower after she got about six inches deep she found a dime.This is not only happening to us but his brother and grandparents.Slyvia brown said it was his way of letting us know he is still around

Couple Years Ago

By: charlesvg123@yahoo.com

Hi, I am from a suburb of Milwaukee WI.  Mabey you can explain this for me.  It was a couple of years ago, I was about 19 years old and still living with my single mother.  On a couple of occasions I would see something out of the corner of my eye.  I thought nothing of it, just my mind playing tricks on me.  Soon after that my mother told me that she had seen the same thing, a short dark object that you would catch out of the corner of your eye and then it would vanish.  One of my mom's friends said that it was an imp and it ment that there were valuable things in our walls.  I don't know what this means.  A few times I had felt a very strong presence in that house.  On one occasion, my girlfriend was sleeping over and I was laying next to her.  My room was in the basement.  She woke up in the middle of the night to see a figure walking towards our bed from the other side of the room.  She thought it was me at first, coming back from the bathroom.  She closed her eyes and tried to refocus, and then opened them to see him standing above the bed.  She rolled over and found me laying next to her.  She started to freak out.  This is when she woke me up.  I didn't know what was going on so I didn't look as the figure turned and walked away.  She said the whole encounter lasted at least thirty seconds.  There was one more phenomenon that I and others witnessed downstairs.  I was the drummer in a band and we practiced in my basement.  One day we were practicing and a huge lash of light seemed to come from the middle of the room.  We didn't think anything of it at the time, but afterwords we all thought it was weird.  They left and I was home alone, I had probably the strongest feeling of a ghostly presence then as I ever did there. I waited outside for my girlfriend to come over.  After that, my girlfriend and I saw two more flashes exactly like the first one.  All of the flashes were separated by about a month or so  They seemed to come from the center of the room.  They were as bright as a flash from a camera.  I don't know what was going in that house.  Around that time my mother was under a lot of stress.  All these events seemed to happen within a year.  I lived there for 9 years and never noticed anything else.  I anticipate what all you ghost experts have to say about this.

Anyone who reads this and can give me some explanation, I would greatly appreciate it.

Ghost Stories (and maybe a couple guardian angels)

By: Anonymous

Ever since I can remember I could hear ghosts.  I've actually become quite an insomniac because of them since they used to talk non-stop at night when I was younger, and they just seem to like me.  When I was little (about 4 or 5) I used to sit in the hallway of the house my family owned and talk to "Mary from the swamp cooler".  My mother used to think she was an imaginary friend until she heard a teenaged girl screaming my name just before the Northridge quake hit in California back in the 90's.  If she hadn't heard it and come running into my room, when the quake hit I would have had a very heavy lamp fall off my dresser right on my head.

My mother and I have had another experience together, while we were driving in the California mountains one winter.  It had been very rainy daily and then below freezing at night for at least a week when we were driving down the mountain.  This baka yaro (for those who know Japanese, pardon my French) in a white pickup came tearing down the mountain behind us and forced us into one of the turnouts on the side of the road.  My mother screamed "Oh my God, there's someone in front of us!" as we hit a patch of black ice and slid toward the barrier- and the 1000-foot-drop after it.  I told her it was okay because he had wings.  Our brakes had already locked, but we just barely tapped the guardrail hard enough to crack the plastic headlight cover.  We both looked all over, but there wasn't any sign of the man who had stopped our car and saved our lives.  I had to have been about 7 at the time.

After my parents had gotten divorced, I became a latchkey kid, often home alone from the time my bus dropped me off at 4:15pm or so until my mom got home from straightening her classroom and getting ready for the next day- usually between 5:00pm and 8:00pm.  About a year of this and I hit 11 years old.  Since my birthday is in September, it normally starts getting dark early.  A couple months after my birthday, my mom was on a date on a Friday, so I knew I was alone until around 10:00pm.  I was kinda freaked out, that entire day at school I'd caught glimpses of a grey-shrouded figure watching me, so I decided to sleep on the couch.  At that age, light provided safety, and so did my stuffed animals, so of course every teddy bear I owned was cuddled with me and every light in the house was on and the TV was not (just to make sure that I didn't freak while I was sleeping if a scary voice came on).  I woke up later that night hearing static.  I couldn't figure out what it was so I opened my eyes.  I started screaming because all the lights had been turned off, the TV was on the auxillary channel- and there was the woman who had been following me all day.  She was grey all over, in a heavy wool dress that was black and a sheer silken shroud that had holes, tears, and dirt all over.  She was so emaciated that her skin just barely hid her bones.  She had normal-looking eyes until she opened them, and then the whole of the whites and the iris was pitch black, like a void.  She had no mouth, but at the same time her mouth was open and she was shrieking at me.  Her hands had knotted joints and the temperature was cool enough for me to see my breath (Mom always keeps the thermostat at 68 degrees, even now).  Her hair was oily and tangled under her veil.  She came toward me and the static noise got louder as she approached.  Mind you, so did I- I was scared spitless.  Just then my mother opened the door to our apartment and suddenly the woman was gone, the lights were all on, the TV was off- and I was sitting in the middle of our living room floor.  Mom swears to this day the lights were all on as she came up the stairs and that she couldn't hear a thing.

Since then I've had several encounters with ghosts and spirits.  Thankfully most have been through the safety of my tarot deck.  A few of the ones that stick out prominently are the ones I live with- a gentleman named Mr. Ishimura (very quiet, but he points out when I'm a moron a little often for my liking) and a little boy named David (he says Daddy came home drunk and angry and shot him, then buried him in the corner- the same one my computer is sitting over right now.  This holds up with me since even though I've never had the guts to have cops come dig up my house, when I bought it there was carpet damage from the previous owners' dogs tearing up that corner- and ONLY that corner.  Plus in a spare bedroom there was a hole large enough for me to fit through that led under the house- someone was nice enough to install a board to cover it).

There were also two other accident-preventing incidences.  Once I was in a movie theater with a group of friends.  Since I had sat in the middle I was last out, and no one was behind me.  I tripped and started falling; I couldn't catch anything to hold on to.  Then suddenly someone's arms were around me and pulling me t