Mom's First Hand Experience

By: dracoslovebunny@yahoo.com

This experience was told to me by my mother. If not for this, she tells me, she would probably not believe in ghosts and the supernatural. There's nothing like a firsthand experience to convince a nonbeliever.
She was sleeping in her bedroom when she suddenly woke up for no reason she could figure out. A glance to her window made her immediately look back. There was a face there, loking in at her. Even in the pitch-darkness that should have been in her room she could see it clearly. Immediately she thought to herself, it ust be a peeping Tom. Of course, my mother was a beatuful teenager so I'm sure she had plenty of these. Then she realised she was on the second floor. Her next thought was that it was a firefighter and the house was on fire. Then, of course, she realised the blinds to her window were closed. She was seeing this face, and it was only a face and nothing else, no body, in front of her blinds, inside her bedroom.



The Dark Lane Story

By: Aaronmmiles@aol.com

well it was a couple of years back must of been 1998 talking about it makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up i was in the car with my brother at that time and we were driving along a really dark foresty road near hungerford in the uk apparently its where they used to hang people or something anyway the car stopped suddenly i couldnt get it to come back on my brother was in the back and he looked out onto the hill and he saw an outline someone and then a flash then it dissapeared we got the car back up again and we carried on down the road and then it stopped again and a i turned the headlights on and there was a man standing there he ran to the front of car started banging on it really loudly and started shouting at us telling us to turned round then there was a flash and he was gone to scared to carry on down that road we turned back and chose another route.
then in 1999 by uncle went on the same route and did a vigil there and he came back with scratches all up his arm and he didnt have them before he visited there. so that place must have some dark history to it.



The Grave by the Raod

By: friendshiplis@yahoo.com

This is a true ghost encountered that my dad had back
in our country.  Back in those days, seeing a girl is
lot different than these days.  You would have to
travel by foot in the middle of the night for at least
half an hour through the woodlands in the mountain
 cause the villages where people lives are quiet a
distance apart.  Also, there wasn t restriction on
where people can and can t be buried.  My dad knew
about it that few days earlier, they buried this one
guy next to the small dirt road that my dad took, but
that was the only road leads to the village where my
dad s girl friend lived.  That night the moon was
closed to being full.  As dad was getting closer to
the grave, he smelled this bad odor, a chill ran
through his spine, his hair and goose bumps started to
raised and all of sudden, this feeling that there was
something there at the grave pop in his head so
strongly.  He turned his little flash light off and
the only light now is the moonlight. Just as he was
about 15 or so yard from the grave, there was this man
in ragging clothes but for sure it can t be a human
because this person is bigger than your usual human.
The thing cut in front of my dad and started walking
slowly the same way that my dad was going.  My dad
knew what is was, should he stop or should he turn and
run back home but home is quiet a distance back too.
>From hearing what people said, he can t turn because
if he turns back, it will chase him.  So without
saying anything or making any noise he took out his
two pistols and his fingers clinging on the trigger
pointed directly at the back of the object just in
case the object turns around and goes after my dad.
Nowadays, he s still not sure how long they walk that
pace together but my dad sure kept his distance
between them.  During that forever time, my dad told
himself that he s going to shoot the object if the
object turns and come after my dad but what if his
guns doesn t go off  cause that s what normally happen
when you shoot a ghost.  Or what if it did go off but
the bullet just pierce through the object and nothing
happen.  As they got closer to the village, the road
split into two roads, one leading to the village, the
other leads to somewhere else.  The object chose the
road leading away from the village and so that night
dad wasn t going to come home by himself so he spent
the night there in the village.  I talked to a lot of
the older people that lived the life that my dad lived
and they all experienced or heard of situation like
this and this is true.  Give me your thoughts on this
@ FriendShipLis@yahoo.com



The Ghost in the Dept. Store Basement

By: shawne@pmfinet.com

I recently started a new job in a large local department store. This store has a huge basement where empty shelves are stored and overstock items—such as large ficus trees and so on.  Many employees refuse to go down there alone at night.  I have found out why. One evening, I went down to the basement to drop something off. There is a very long hallway between two huge rooms down there. I walked to the far room (going through the hallway). As I neared the end of the hall, I thought I heard the “click click” of high heels. I turned, saw nothing and walked on. I was standing at a counter down there doing some work and heard the sound again—I looked and I swear I saw what looked to be a woman literally walking into the ficus trees and disappearing (yes I saw high heels) Well, I went upstairs rather quickly. After talking with many co-workers, I discovered they ALL had the same experience! Come to find out, the woman who used to handle the incoming trucks died suddenly about 2 years ago. And yes, she always wore high heels to work! The woman who replaced her made management move the warehouse desk upstairs as she always felt so “creepy” sitting downstairs.  Did the former freight manager love her job so much she hates to leave? Who knows—I just know I’ve joined the ranks of “I’m not going down there by myself”



Don't Mind Sharing a Home

By: mrspizmit@yahoo.com

In 3 months my husband and I will have been married a year.  A few months after we were married we moved to this house here in Minneapolis and since we have gotten here I have never felt comfortable.  My husband's best friend was kind enough to let us share this HUGE house with him after some of my new in laws sold a house out from under us and kind of left us standing...ANYWAY.  I have an extreme fear of basements and when I say extreme I mean EXTREME .....our washer and dryer are in the basement so come time to do laundry it took me weeks to build up the courage telling myself you are 30 years old GROW UP... so my first venture to this basement i swallow the lump in my throat and continue with my mission.  Under out stairs there is like a triangle place that most people leave open to store things only on these stairs the entire area is blocked in like boarded up so I tried not to notice but my fear had me on my toes....I was alone except for our 2 pitbulls who are larger than average so you would think I would have NO FEAR.  As I was putting the clothes in the washer our male pit came downstairs and was laying on the floor beside me while I loaded the washer as fast as I could he suddenly gets up and goes into the spare room in the basement and starts this deep growling he only uses when he is protecting....just like kids you get to know their different sounds.....anyway I looked up from what i was doing and saw something out of the corner of my eye that looked like another dog's hind quarters in the doorway to the room.  In this area we have alot of idiots who think it is cool to fight their pits and we have ours for family dogs only the are loved and protected just like children but they a o know it is their job to protect us several people have approached us wanting to fight our dogs and we always turn them away so they get angry so the first thing that comes in to my mind was someone found a way to get one of these fighting pits into my house sp I panicked and grabbed this pipe beside the washer as I went to approach the other dog my male came bolting out of the room and straight up the stairs I got this feeling someone was behind me so I ran after him.  When my husband got home I told him what happened and he finally broke down and told me there are some stories to this house and one is for sure that right before his best friend moved in here some idiots kept a dog on a 12 inch chain attached to the wall downsatirs in the spare room and sometimes our dogs seem to see him. Then he says he might as well tell me the rest that goes with this house.  Seems back in like WWII an older lady had lived here and had fallen madly in love with this house her husband had been killed at war and she was just living alone and she had made the request to be buried with this house.  I thought he was crazy an he told me to wait and I would see things. I am a skeptic and I made this clear. I was sitting on the couch one afternnon facing the stairway which has no windows no reflections no nothing there is a window on the landing and one at the bend but the stairway its self has no windows.  I looked up at my husband to say something cuz I had just seen him walk down stairs and something was floating down my stairs. Wasn't a form just a haze you know just something was there......I told my husband again after that things have only been worse.  I was sick in bed sitting up one night when i felt something rub my back thought it was my kitten but it was not so i sat back down and it happened 3 more times like someone was trying to massage my back with tiny hands.  Instead of crying out to my hubby which I do so often I just turned on my light and fell asleep.  The next morning I t d my hubby and he said something had been messing with him also..he let the dogs out when they came in he shut and locked the door WE NEVER LEAVE OUR DOORS UNLOCKED NO MATTER HOME OR NOT then he sat back down in the family room to finish his show and he felt freezing air when he got up to check the door was standing wide open to lock this door you need a deadbolt. I said to my husband I dont care if anything is here I dont mind sharing a home I just don't want to be touched again or see anything else.....being touched by something not there is too scarey it has happened to me in my sleep, in the tub, getting ready for work, alot of times.    Since I aid that....dont see too many things after the thing i seen in the dining room on all 4's but with human shape i'm thankfull....now however I have heard someone outside my bedroom door going PSSST  PSHHTTT making those noises and a woman's voice kind of moaning like she is tired of something...there is so many things i could go on about i just wanted to know im not the only one experiencing these things.
Thank you for your time



My Mom's Story

By: crystald225@yahoo.com


When my mom was 17 and her twin brothers were 15 they lived with my great grandma whom I call "Nanny". My nanny lives in this old old house that once belonged to her mother and her mother' pet bird who had both passed just 8 months before(her mother b/c of sickness and the bird b/c no one really paid it any attention after her mom died). I must say myself that this house is weird. It is shaped like a barn and it's 2 stories high. My mothers incident happened on the second story. My mother was down stairs watching T.V. while her brothers were upstairs asleep in the bunk beds this was around 11 pm. My nanny wasn't home yet she had been working late. While my mother was sitting on the sofa debating whether to go to bed or wait for nanny she heard a loud screech that sounded like  her great grandma's bird. She shrugged it off and got up to get a snack. From the kitchen you can clearly see the twins' bedroom. She was walking toward the kitchen and looked up to see the twins' light on in the room and went up to investigate. When she got to the room the light switch was flipped down, but the light was on. She flipped the switch a couple times and the light still would not go out. About this time she heard the T.V. downstairs get very very loud she ran to the stairs and looked down and didn't see anything and walked back to the twins' room(the light still had not went off and it was still flipped down) My mother then heard her deceased great grandmothers voice say "Scottie, Scottie wake up!". Scottie who was on the top bunk then started rolling towards the side of the bunk bed opposite of the all where the rail should have been, but he refused to put it there. He was getting ready to roll off when my Uncle Stephen who was on the bottom bunk dead asleep threw a body pillow from the side of him and onto the floor. Not a second later Scottie rolled off and hit the pillow. The light went off the T.V. turned down and my mother who nearly passed out heard the bird screech again and heard her great grandma say "Calm down Femmi"(the birds name). 



MY AUNTS PRESENCE


By: admin@noblegrain.co.za
 

HELLO,  MY NAME IS ROANNE.  I REALLY ENJOY READING THE STORIES POSTED HERE.  I PERSONALLY HAVEN'T HAD AN EXPERIENCE WITH  A GHOST.  ALTHOUGH WHEN I USED TO BE HOME ALONE I ALWAYS FELT AS IF SOMEONE WAS WITH ME.  I COULD SENSE IT.  I AM NOT A PARANOID PERSON ACTUALLY I ENJOY BEING ALONE AND I WISH I COULD BE ALONE MORE OFTEN.  I THINK I MIGHT HAVE AN IDEA OF WHO IT IS,  AN AUNT OF MINE.  SHE DOES HAVE A CONNECTION WITH ME.  WHEN SHE PASSED ON I WAS VERY YOUNG AND I DIDN'T KNOW THE HISTORY SHE AND I SHARED.  NOW THAT I KNOW I UNDERSTAND WHY SHE WAS STILL WITH ME.  SHE WAS JUST HERE TO MAKE SURE I'M OK AND FOR ME TO ACKNOWLEDGE HER.
OFTEN WHEN I WAS ILL,  MY MUM WOULD FIND ME IN BED WITH MY HAND UP,  AS THOUGH SOMEONE WAS HOLDING MY HAND AND SITTING AT MY SIDE.  SHE WOULD PUT MY HAND DOWN BUT A FEW MINUTES LATER WHEN SHE WALKED IN SHE WOULD SEE MY HAND UP AGAIN.
AT FIRST I WAS AFRAID,  BUT SLOWLY THE FEAR DISAPPEARED.  I DON'T SENSE HER ANYMORE,  MAYBE SHE HAS MADE PEACE WITH WHAT SHE WAITED AROUND FOR



Just a Story

By: GGarza@vitro.com

Hello. I thought of sending a peculiar occurrence that happened to me, but I hadn't found the right place. Here it goes. My grandma was diagnosed with cancer in 1996, she was treated  (surgery & radiotherapy) and we all thought she was cured –in my case I really didn’t know much about cancer and when the doctor said that the cancer was out I never thought it would come back-. In December 1999 I was living out of town and it had been a month since I had seen my grandma (a really long time for us) I was supposed to come pick her up and take her to my house for the Holidays, on the 18th she felt sick and went to the hospital, I arrived on the 19th and she still wanted to go back to my house for Christmas so against what the doctor thought best she checked out, her bladder was no longer working and she felt weak all the way (although now that I’m writing this it sounds that she was pretty bad already I always thought it was going to pass, I mean she had overcome cancer, hadn’t she?? stupid of me). After an 8 hour trip we arrived to our destination and I had to take her to the hospital, she stayed there until the 31st, an aunt and myself would take turns in staying with her day and night, all through this I still thought she was ok. On the 30th, my grandma had been in a great mood she had been joking and playing with me all day and so when my aunt arrived I headed home, I would arrive at home and start cleaning and preparing next day’s supper I was pretty occupied with what I was doing and my two children were sleeping as I was mopping the kitchen, the back door had a sort of mirrored glass, I was in front of this door when I felt someone walk behind me I looked up and I saw a shadow walk by (the feeling was more intense than what I actually saw), what went through my head as I saw this shadow was the memory of my grandpa deceased for 5 years at the time, I dropped the mop forgot about everything, ran up the stairs and cuddled in between my sleeping children (although I would love to say that when I thought it was my grandpa I felt at peace, I can’t, I was scared to death). I woke up at around 6 in the morning to the smell of roses, my aunt phoned at 7 to let me know that my grandma had fallen into a coma, all day this smell of roses persisted I would smell it everywhere. She died on Jan.1,2000 at 00:08 she never came out of the coma, the cancer had invaded most of her organs. I know it’s not really scary, but it’s the only experience I could not explain logically. I have never read of anything that has to do with the smell of roses if anyone has had a similar experience please let me know so I can understand this better.



Strange Happenings

By: philip.jacobs53@ntlworld.com


Hi there my name is phil i used to live in a bungalow in surrey for 13 years with my parents the property was built in 1953 and we think was built on an old forest, we moved there when i was 13 years old, im now 29 and i have moved out but things still happen my parents have now sold the property on, any way when we moved in we wasnt told that the previous owner had suddenly died in my mum and dads bedroom from a heart attack. we where there about 3 months before we started noticing odd things like objects that where put in safe places we would find elsewhere like keys and pictures would move, strange cold areas that normally would be in the hallway creaking floorboards at night and strange shadows that the cat would avoid sometimes the cat would stop dead in its tracks and not go into that room instead would just sit there and stare at nothing as far as we could see.
These things continued for about 3 years but we got used to them, but we had the odd visitor refusing to go into the bathroom to wash there hands as for some reason was never very warm including the summer months, a chill would run down your spine and you wouldn't like being in there very long. I remember one morning it was a Sunday i was 16 at the time, i was lying in bed relaxing now i was definitely awake because the tv was on and it was 7.7.30am, i was lying on my back just deciding whether to get up or not when the cat jump of the bed at a very high speed and ran from the room just then i felt this pressure on my chest as if someone was pushing down on me i couldn't breath that well i couldn't shout out for help nor could i move as if i was paralysed, this must of lasted for about maybe 2 mins then whatever it was lifted of me i jumped out of bed and went into the kitchen where my mum was making breakfast she said i looked very pale and white and when i told her what had happened she told me that she had had a similar thing happen to her only that she felt as if someone was trying to strangle her and at the same time about 7.30am, when i told a friend of mine who at the time was into the paranormal suggested that the person who died of a heart attack in the house that we were feeling the pain he went through, but i wasn't sure about this thought as i think that something or someone in that house wanted us out.
A few strange things happened for the next few years but generally was quite ish, but things started happening to me again when i was about 20 ish, i had the same experience of someone pushing down on me at the same time as before also im sure it used to follow me about as sometimes i would get this feeling of someone being right behind me, i then saw a dark tall grey haired man standing in the hall when i came home late one night and when i said whos there because my mum and dad were on holiday at the time in dissapered in front of my eyes, naturally i didn't stay there that night as i was by myself.
But i then started seeing faces in the wall shadows moving at night doors blowing open evening thou there wasn't any wind around so a friend of my dads who was a born again Christian brought a clergy round to move through the house and said prayers in each room, he didn't like the hall, bathroom or my mum and dads bedroom whilst in this room he had a picture thrown at him which smashed against the wall he then simple left a bit shaken but not sure what quite happened. things were bad for a while but then got better, i stayed another 6 years in that house but had to leave as didn't quite feel happy there my mum and dad have now sold the property on to someone else naturally we didn't inform them of the problems there, my old neighbours have said that the new owners have asked who the dark tall grey haired man is where they think could be the previous owner who died there but they are not sure, i was just wandering what sort of ghost or ghosts we had there and why has it not found peace and why was it not happy maybe you could answer these questions or maybe not im just curious now of what was there.



My Best friends Ghost Named Jack

By: ferreira@execulink.com

I have a best friend (Manndie) and she has always said that there was a ghost named Jack that watches over her, at the time she told me this I was about 9 years old, I was invited to her house on a Saturday just for the day but I eneded up staying there till after dinner, She told me Jack likes to hang around in the basement of her house, and likes to open this old refrigerator, freezer door. I never thought about it until when we went down into the basement to play, I felt like someone was watching me, later we went upstairs and her mother told us dinner was ready and told us we were eating outside so before I went for dinner I told my friend (Manndie) that i'll be out in a second and she said o.k and she went out to have dinner, I forgot my toy downstairs and I remeber when I looked downstairs the lights were off and the freezer door was wide open, at this time I was thinking of wether or not I should go down there so I just stood there for about 1 min, all of a sudden I heard someone call my name it was like a soft whisper voice, I thought it was my friend (Manndie) I knew she was outside with her parents having dinner, but I thought maybe she came back inside to get something, so I went downstairs I looked all over for her but couldn't find her anywhere, now I felt very scared and I grabbed my toy and ran upstairs thinking someone was watching every move I made. I went outside and saw my friend ( Manndie) and her parents out there having dinner, I didn't want to bring anything up about it in front of my firends parent. So after dinner I told my friend (Manndie) what I had heard and felt and she said that it was her ghost Jack, then she started to bring up how Jack communicates to her and she sometimes sees him walkin around down there, she dosen't seem to be startled at this because she believes that Jack is there to watch over her.



Knoxville, Tn, Evil on Copper Ridge Rd


By: kburgess2004@comcast.net

This past Sept. my sister and I visted this place. I have noticed that it is no longer on your web site. This place is truley haunted. I am no gohst hunter but we thought we would give it a try on our vacation. I have never been so scared in my life as I was that night.
When we got there no sooner than we got out of the car and crossed the street I was overcome with fear. We went into the graveyard and was looking around. I looked at the building and saw a glowing light, I just thought it was from a street light on the other side of the builing but my neice that was standing beside me never saw it.I was taking some pictures of headstones when my sister started running toward me yelling did you hear that? Was saying what i didnt hear any thing. So to say we all ran scared, She said she heard a dog growling.
We left and went back to our motel. We got brave and decided to go back. When we got back we went in at the building and not the graveyard.This time it was like i couldn't breath. After a few minutes I was ok. We walked around the outside of the building , my sister wanted to go inside but only if one of us went with her I said I aint going in there. So we ended up back in the graveyard. We start looking around again and my sister is at the biggest on there when I see this black shadowy figurereaching for her. I start yelling run its going to get you. My neice all so sees it. We run for my car and refuse to get back out. My sister and her other daughter go back. I won't get back out so my neice and I wait for them. So I do belive there is Evil on Copper Ridge Rd.
Thank You



Haunted High School
 
By: cgarza@wcnet.net


I live in a small town in Texas. For as long as I can remember, everyone has told stories of our high school being haunted. Before I begin I will give you some background info. The high school was built, I believe, in the 1920’s. As the years have gone by, the school as been expanded on, but the original building is still there. It is in this part of the building that most of the weird experiences have happened. These are all stories told to me mostly by the teachers. I have never experienced anything myself. I will try to remember everything. To start with, one of the classrooms in the old building belongs to Mrs.Pr (I wont mention anyone’s name for confidentiality). She has told me that there is a cold spot in the corner of the room. She has placed a large cabinet in that corner because her students would frequently mess around there. She also told me of a time when she was picking up for summer vacation and had neatly stacked all her books up in the desks before leaving for the night. She was the only person there at the time and she locked the room up. The next morning she returned to her room and found all the books she had stacked open and thrown throughout the room. I have taken her class and sometimes without warning the mobiles on her ceiling will move, but there is no breeze to move them. Also, the smell of lemons can be smelt everyone once in awhile; sometimes when she has her own scented candles on which are never lemon.
The main hauntings, I guess you could say, come from the gym. For years, people have had strange things happen. About four summers ago, we had a teacher bring in some paranormal investigators to have a look at the high school gym. They told us that the center of the “enery” I guess is located under the gym in the girl’s weight room. This made sense since on several occasions the punching bag down there (which is very heavy) will swing violently on its own. Also in pictures taken of the girl’s basketball team, a white haze can be seen in the top corner of the picture near the basketball goal.(I have seen this picture.) My friend is a photographer for the yearbook, and in a lot of her pictures taken in the old high school whites balls called orbs my a teacher there can be seen in them. Anyway, the investigators took video of the gym while they were walking around and twice when they cross the gym they are followed by a burst of light I guess is the best way to describle it. They also left a tape recorder in the weight room during the investigation, and upon listening to it heard voices that sound raspy and far off. I will never forget what the voices said though ( the reason we could view the tape and listen to the recording is because the head of the investigation has a website that she posted this on.). They said, “ no one hears us.”
I just thought I would share this with all of you after reading the many experiences of others on this website. I attend this high school currently. Many rumors fly around about who the ghosts can be. The most reasonable is that of an old janitor who died, and also some of the high school students were in a crash I don’t know in what year but many believe they can be there as well. The investigator doesn’t believe they are harmful, but she also recommended not trying to contact them also. She believes they inhabit the gym because that used to be a source of high energy. (Pep Rallies, athletics, and such) That is all I know.



Haunted? You tell me

By: FEISTYBRIT@aol.com
 

Ok, after reading some of the stories here I thought I would take this opportunity to share an experience I had back in 1992-1993 in an apartment my friend and I were living in it at the time.  It was a relatively new apartment complex at that time, only 3 years old.
Things were innocuous enough to begin with, so neither my friend nor I really thought anything was odd.  Items of food, jewellery or clothing would disappear and reappear frequently, days or weeks later, in strange places other than those where they had originally belonged.  We each thought the other person was misplacing these items and forgetting we'd moved them.  It was quite amusing at times to open up the cupboard and find the cheese in with the dinner plates or the chicken pies in your closet.  Oh and socks used to disappear a lot, well, usually one,  but I think that was the washing machine eating them.
Often there would be a dark shape out of the corner of your eye and when you turned to look there was nobody there. You could 'feel' someone there too.
Laying in bed at night I would hear the front door open and footsteps walking across the living room, and thinking it was my roommate coming back in from her night out I would call out to her and get no reply.  She hadn't come home.  No one was home except me.
I was woken up one night by voices whispering very close by.
I thought it was someone chatting outside my bedroom window at 3 o'clock in the morning but when I woke up more fully I realised it was coming from my bedside radio.   But the radio was not turned on. It was not even plugged in.
The TV would turn on by itself.  Usually when we were in bed. It would come on really loudly and startle you awake.  And it wasn't even on a channel we liked to watch.
One night my friend had volunteered to sleep in the living room on the couch because my husband and daughters were over for a visit (another long story) and my daughters had taken her bedroom over.  Lynne told me the next day that during the night she had been woken up by the feeling of someone standing over her.  She said the feeling was very intense and (at this point she had not opened her eyes ) she just KNEW someone was standing over her, watching her.  She at first thought it was either myself or one of my daughters but for some reason didn't want to look.  Eventually she said, she had to look and as soon as she opened her eyes the feeling was gone, and nobody was there. My family and I were all fast asleep.
Then over a period of time things became even more weird.  We had some fresh skimmed milk in the fridge, just bought that morning from the local 7-11 which was only across the parking lot of where we lived.  A  short time later we went to use the milk and it was curdled. 
No harm done, we took it back to the the store and they gave us another fresh carton.  We shook the carton and it sounded 'normal' so off we trotted home for our 'tea'.  We opened up this carton to pour into our tea, and lo and behold, curdled again.  I mean thick, lumpy, sludgy goo.  Not weak, watery, skimmed milk.  So, thinking this was just bad luck when all we wanted was a cup of tea, we took it back again.  The store clerk must have thought we were boiling it or something, but gave us another carton and after we shook it a few times and squeezed it to try and determine if it was fresh we took it home.  But that one was curdled too.  We gave up on having our cup of tea at that point.
Not long after that I woke up one morning and my ring finger felt sore.  I looked down at my hand and my engagement ring was buckled.  It wasn't a little bit bent, but completely buckled into a triangle shape.  It had been perfectly fine when I went to bed and my wedding ring was normal.  It was extremely hard to get off of my finger and when I did finally get it off it wasn't only bent, but actually broken almost completely through the gold band in 3 places.  I don't know how a ring could be broken even if I had laid on my hands.  They would only have pressed the ring into a mattress and maybe I am wrong, but I don't think that is enough pressure to bend a diamond ring. ( Of course, maybe hubby had bought me a ring out of a lucky bag, never thought of that!).
I took it to a jeweller for repair and he said in all his years as a jeweller he had never seen a ring broken like that.
(After having it repaired, a short time later I somehow managed to drop 5 rings in the shower and the only one that disappeared down the plughole never to be seen again was this engagement ring.  All of my other rings stayed in one place). 
I realise none of these events are horrifying, ( apart from the curdled milk, have you ever seen skimmed milk curdle?....in 2 minutes or less?...its worse than the regular stuff let me tell you!), but this is the only house or living quarters that I have experienced any strange occurrences like this.  So I thought this was the place to share it.
We do, both my friend and I, believe that there is something wrong with that apartment as the feelings and events were getting stronger and less friendly the longer we stayed there.  Eventually we moved out into another apartment in the same complex and never had any other things like that occur.  I was often tempted to go and ask the new occupants if anything weird happened to them but didn't want them to think we were crazy.



Black Oak Experience


By:   Anonymous

ok im not much of a letter writer so bare with me, the house in black oak
was destroyed, my family tore it down years ago. yes there were some really
odd things that occured there and still do. its not often that i talk to
anyone about it. it was rumored that the house was an old speak easy. one
day supposedly a group of men came there killing the owner of the saloon and
the woman that stayed upstairs. yes a lady that made her living "pleasing"
if you will. they were both violent deaths according to things ive been told
by fellow family and other people who knew of the house. my family lived in
it for years.it was also thought that an old settlement was there and the
homesteaders were killed. if you choose to use this i dont mind just dont
add my email addy for others to see. if you have further questions i welcome
them i will answer.



Black Shadow Man


By: rodeo_rita04@hotmail.com

A couple years ago, me and my dad moved in with my new stepmom. Everything was going just fine, I just got a new horse so everything was perfect. Well one night when I went to bed everything was normal.
Just so you understand the story better I will explain what my room looked like. I had my rat cage by my bed, and at the foot of my bed I had my computer that I always left on. And on this night I had an extra blanket on my computer chair.
Well I just turned off my bedside light and was staring at my screen saver, until I fell asleep. But while I was staring at the computer, something seemed different. It seemed closer than usual, and seemed to be getting even closer, so I looked at the opposite wall and it seemed to be getting closer. Then it stoped and everything seemed to be back to normall. I just thought maybe I fell asleep.
So I shook it out of my mind, then everything seemed to be not normall again, and some how I seemed to know what was coming. Because all I could think of was 'Keep and eye on that door (bedroom door)' Then a black shaped, shadowy man came in. Well of course I was scared.Then he walked to the side of my bed and just stood there, did nothing but stand there. He then walked back to my door way and turned to stare at me again. So my thought was run past him and get to my parents room. (I thought this was all a dream)
So got out of bed and started to run to my door and get past this man. But once I tried to kinda run through him, he was completely solid, I knew this because I fell backwords, so I got up and ran to the other side of my room. The man just stood there for about 2 minutes then my light turned on and my dad walked in (the man vanished). He asked me what was wrong and I told him about the man that was in my room and then I asked if I ran into him a minute ago (thinking maybe it was a dream and I dream walked into him.) but he said no, he woke up because he herd me scream "Please daddy! Help Me! DAD HELP!" But I can bet my life I never said that.
This isn't the only time ive seen this man. When me and my family were vacationing in Mexico, I had a nightmare and my parents woke me up and brought me over to their room (This hotel room had 2 rooms and 1 bath.) to calm me down. The lights were off of course, but they had the bathroom light on, so there wouldnt be to much light in the room, and I was sitting on their bed. Then I looked over at a couch that was in their room, and there was the shadowy man sitting there laughing at me. So I started screaming, because of course I was scared and my parents didn't know y I was screaming, but the man was still sitting there laughing, and I was trying to point this out to my parents but they couldnt see him.



The Little Girl

By: Vlilangel190@aol.com


One day while my family was out I stayed home by my self I then started to feel a breeze so then i went to go get a blanket and i felt like if someone was watching me. I went upstairs to my room I saw a really bright shadow. I got frightened so I started running to my room but right then my door opened. I went inside I saw a glare near my bed, and its image started showing up it looked like a little girl. So I told her to leave me alone. Covering my self up i felt a chill i started crawling to the hall way near the steps and it was standing right there in front of me. My parents came home right then so they tried to open the front door, but i went to open it but it was already unlocked i told them what had happened. They couldn't believe what i was saying. I went to go drink some water then i went to sleep, but i couldn't it seemed like the little girl was watching me i can still see her to this day but it does not frighten me. it sometimes seems like she is talking to me. I can tell when she is there because i either get the chills or i feel if someone is touching me. i moved not to long ago but i will always remember her. I wish i knew what she was trying to tell me or leave me alone. i will remember that forever.



I had to move Rooms

By: ccool@cox-internet.com

My family had moved into this house, the old owner a middle aged man moved because of the memories, two years earlier his wife had died giving childbirth. Soon after we moved in my older brother decided to move back in and took the room across from mine. I hated my room it was always cold and I was scared to be in it by myself. I would lay on my bed and watch tv. Two times I saw "ghosts". my dad sometimes went in my brothers room to play his play station. Out of the couner of my eye in broad day light I was  an older man slightly bald wearing a white shirt walk into my brothers room. I thought it was my dad, but the lights didnt turn on and my dog started to cry. Soon after I saw a young girl walk into my brothers room, she had long dark brown hair and was wearin a white night gown. We have a mirror at the end of the hall between our rooms and while walking down the hall a couple times I would see people behind me. One time there was a very tall skinny man standing behind me about 10 feet staring into the mirror, i told my mom and she thought it was funny, she gave him the name "frank". A second time i was walking down the hall, looked up into the mirror and a dark figure with a flowing dress ran across the hall. Then one night I was sleeping and was woken up by a man standing beside my bed staring at me and breathing deeply, I was to scared to move or talk. After I fell asleep I had a dream about the devil, I swear I felt like I was awake and somr
ing was holding me down I couldnt even move my head. After those things happened I wouldnt go to sleep until my brother got home. One night after he got home I decided to sleep on the couch in tha living room. my eyes were shut and it was dark. we have big speakers and there was a flower pot on them by the window. I hurd the flower pot slide across the speaker but was to scard to open my eyes. I was lying on myback with one arm under the blanket and one arm on top of the blanket. Not a minute after I hurd the flower pot move something grabbed my hand and squeezed it I swung my arm out and didnt hit anything so i quickly opened my eyes and turned on the light behind me but nothing was there. I was so scard I couldnt sleep for days. my brother moved out soon after and I took his room, ever since Ive been in his old room strange things stopped happening.



Grapevine Cemetery

By: AKASHADOBIE@aol.com


I saw on your list of haunted places that Grapevine Cemetary in Madisonville KY was on it. I have my own experience with the mentioned Angel.  The angel is known as The Morton's Angel.  Here is my experience.  Me, my boyfriend at the time and a friend of ours went there to see her on three separate occasions.  The first time we went I looked up at her and it was like I couldn't take my eyes off of her, her eyes moved and it seemed that she looked at me and started crying regular tears, she looked at my then boyfriend and started crying regular tears.  Well one night we took this devil worshipper friend of ours up there to see her since he wanted to well the same thing happened except we started hearing footsteps and when she looked at our devil worshipper friend her face changed to looking old and worn out, she started crying blood and her eyes started glittering white light. Also this particular angel is not the only one said to reside in this particular cemetary there is also a black angel that locals have labeled the death angel and supposedly anyone who sees her dies shortly after the encounter.   I also noticed Hell's Half Acre was listed I think it would be good to advise everyone that nobody is allowed to go up there anymore and anyone caught will be sent to jail or I've heard even shot by the land owner.


Luckily For Me


By: BabyBluYoshi@aol.com


The first two stories are of private residencies... The second two are public areas, which are both accessable thanks to tours. ^_^ ~Erika
Story 1: The Resident
My family moved into our LA/Orange county home about 18 years ago, so I've been here all 16 years of my life. When I was little, I always fancied my 'invisible friend', whom I have only recently named 'Erik.' I talked to him up until I was about 5 (So my parents told me), then I stopped. When I turned 15, I started seeing things. Out of the corner of my eye, while I was on the computer, I would see a figure in black standing in the doorway to my room (My computer is in my parents room, being they have the alternate phone line - Their door is directly down the hall from mine. You can look through my door from theirs.) I would also smell odd smells, like death, or some sort of fish when none is cooking. There will also be cold spots in the same parts of the downstairs hallway, where most of the activity has taken place. Occasionally, even, I will feel a hand ontop of mine while I'm waiting for something, such as when my parents were yelling on the phone when they found out my mom was unable to get a much-needed surgery.
Lucky for me, that's not all.
There was an instance where I actually -heard- something. I sat in the salon, doing my homework as I normally did. I was home alone. Out of nowhere came a 'THUD-thump-thumpa-thumpa' repatedly from our den. It was rhythmic, and rather loud. I let it run its course for a moment before becoming frustrated and yelling, 'Erik, please! I'm trying to do my homework!' ...It stopped, and I swear... there was an almost regretful sigh afterwards.
I have also seen the same spirit in several places, which has led my friend to believe he's my guardian. He had startled me once at school by appearing in the doorway to our recreation room (naturally, only I could see it), which caused me to move from the line of running freshmen, who would have otherwise run into me.
I am planning to do an EVP as soon as I get an external mic for my recorder.
Story 2: Touched by an Angel
A small home located in a suburb of Chicago houses a very strange spirit. The room I stay in while visiting my grandparents' house is across the hall from what used to be my Uncle's, now deceased. Every now and then, the hanging doors on the closet will sway, even when there is no draft nor air conditioner. In the night, there will be occasional whispering. The spirit has never apepared to be malicious, which has led me to believe it is the spirit of my uncle. Though the house was built during WWII, there is no other reasonable explanation.
Story 3: Nautical Happenings
This is a story I'm sure many people have. It begins on a warm summer day upon the Queen Mary, which is permanently docked in Long Beach, California. I was visiting with my grandparents (from above story) and my parents and brother, since I had been begging to go for a long time. My grandmother and I had just passed the closed-off fitness room, which my parents, brother and grandfather had stopped at to gawk at. Gran had gone ahead a bit, so I was walking virtually alone. I descended the stairs at the end of the hall slowly, half because I was tired, half because I was waiting for the group of four to catch up. As I went down, I felt a violent jerk on my backpack, as if someone didn't want me to progress any further. I turned immediately, believing it was my brother being a jerk. There was no one there.
As we left, I turned back to the boat to take a final snapshot before departing, knowing it would be a long time before I'd see it again. On the highest point of the boat, closed off to the public, I saw a woman in white with dark hair, her dress blowing in the wind. I thought it was an employee, until I looked again, and there was nothing there, and no door through which she could have gone.
Story 4: Purple and Gold
Luckily for me, this has only happened today, so the details are easy to remember.
Of course, every ghost-researching person, serious or phony, in this country has heard of the Whaley House... the most haunted house in the United States, whose residents include the playful Yankee Jim and Anna Whaley, whose lavander perfume can occasionally be smelled by visitors and employees alike.
I had gone upstairs long before my family did, eager to view the house I had read so much about. There were only a few of us upstairs at the time - one woman and three men, only one of which was wearing any kind of body spray (I sniffed as I passed them... don't ask why. Impulse, I suppose), which was Axe worn by one of the men. I entered the room which had once been a playhouse, and froze in my tracks. The unmistakable smell of lavander perfume hung in the air for a moment, then dissapeared. This happened in several points in the house, which can also be confirmed by my mother, who later smelled it in a different area. We also witnessed a moving curtain, which I checked for a draft. There wasn't any. No one had been in the room for a while, either - I would have seen them, being I was in the room when the curtain started moving.



Late Night Visit

By: labonte_grl@hotmail.com

I also have a story. One Night, just recently, i was laying in bed, and i had to go bathroom. I got up, when downstairs, and came back up and looked in my mirror..I was wide awake..So you have to believe me..I was looking in my mirror, and all of a sudden, i seen something walk by my mirror.i rubbed my eyes, and it was right in front of me, looking at me..it walked towards my window, and then turned around after 5 minutes and walked back.  then that morning, MY parents said that we all left, and it was just them, and they heard our front door open and close. my mom said, "Hello? Anyone there?" No answer.  So, my dad stepped in and said, "Welcome Home Edna!"  Please email me with any questions.  I'll tell you about the ghost in my house.  Her name is Edna Othote, and She was born January 12, 1898. She died January 15, 2000, a few years before we moved in here. She was 102, and she died in our dining room. We see and hear her every now and then. Thank you for u time to read this!



Grandfather and Others


By: dyatta@hotmail.com

The first experience I had was one year after my grandfathers death.  He
died the year prior on my sisters birthday.  The year after she was getting
ready to go out and he walked into her bedroom.  He told her to sit on the
bed beside him and after a short conversation he told her he loved her and
he was sorry he died on her birthday.  She won't talk about it other than
the fact he looked so "real".
Now my own personal experience.  After completing a survival school in
California I took a couple weeks off and went home to cenral Pennsylvania. 
Being late summer the weather favorable and I decided to camp out in the
woods.  With a brand new flashlight, lighter and hot dogs I was set.
Not long after I estblished camp and cooking a "dog", I heard leaves
rustling.  I pointed my flashlight in the direction of the noise and at the
same time my player went dead.  Just after that, this man came walking up
through my campsite.  The only thing I could see is he was wearing a white
T-shirt and other than his head, that's it!  He walked right past me and
didn't even look. Needless to say, after that and no other noises in the
forest, I jumped in my vehichle and left the site.



Ghost's have Feelings Too

By: sajajo2002@yahoo.com

When I was 18, I moved into my Nanas house. Two of my
aunts lived there too so I had a room in the basement.
There was a ghost we called Sarah. (The reason is
another story.) I had many experiences there. Once, my
aunt and I were decorating my room and many wierd
things happened all day. When my other aunt came in,
we were telling her Sarah had been active. She was
standing at the top of the stairs and never really
believed in ghosts, so she was laughing at us and
saying that we were imagining things etc. When she
jerked forward like someone had pushed her and fell
down the stairs. We ran to her to see if she was ok.
She was bruised and shaken up, but mostly ok. She said
she felt someone push her. There was no one else in
the house (we doubled checked.) After that, she never
laughed at Sarah again.



Australia Story

By: lynann.smith@bigpond.com

This story didn't happen in america it happened in australia.
For the school holidays i had to go to my aunts, my mum had told me that my  aunt's house was haunted and to be careful.
 so when i got to the house  i looked past the house and 700 yards away was a graveyard.
i walked into the housefeeling excited.
later that night i heard foosteps going down the stairs slowly.
i went into the hall and went into my aunts bedroom,she was still asleep, and she lived alone.
so i headed down the stairs the footsteps a few in front, i got into the kitchen and saw the invisible feet walk through a puddle of milk on the floor reach the fridge, the fridge opened a bottle of milked lifted out of the fridge and tipped down vertically then the milk landed on the floor with no splash marks and the fott steps went back upstairs




Farewell Friend


By: maryahharwood@hotmail.com

I don't know if this would be anything but I thought I should share it.....
I've been reading some stories about friends passing away and then saying goodbye in their own way... Well I had a similar experience....
When I was about 17 I dated a boy younger than I... We broke up and still remained close friends.... I left for summer camp only to find out when I returned that he had passed away the day I left.... I never even got to say goodbye, I was devistated(sp?) I cried for what seemed like forever the night I found out until I finally fell asleep...
I dreamt that I was at summer camp and there was my friend.... I was so excited to see him and I called for him... He ran over and I gave him a huge hug, crying, telling him that I was told he was dead..... Well he put me at arms length, smiled at me and said "you know I'm not really here." Then someone called my name so I turned to see who it was and when I looked back towards my friend, he was gone..... I woke up with tears streaking down my face....
Another time that I think he was with me teling me he was still there was when I was at college.... I was looking on the internet for the news article about his death when all of a sudden someone instant messaged me... We got to talking and I found out it was his older brother..... We ended up getting together and are still together to this day.... We even have a beautiful 8 month old daughter....
Now I don't know if this is anything, but it sure seemed like something at the time...... I would appreciate any emails explaining this to me or from anyone with similar experiences



Haunted House in New York

By: theshort2003@yahoo.com

I herd this story from my friends mom(the mom had 3 kids 2 girls 1 boy keep in mind). They got a house that was 100 or 200 years old.  The only thing she thought was weird about the house was that there cat would every night be in the middle of the hallway in the which was between the rooms.  The other thing was that there was a small beavus and butthead lookin picture sketched on the wall in the attic (where the mom's room was)that was freaky lookin and gave her a bad fealing.  Her two daughters in seperate rooms would complane about there cover being pulled off of them and the oldest daughter talked about a ghost who would talk 2 her named Agatha and the younger daughter said once she woke up and her shoes were floating in the air and she turned the light on and they were in a different place from where she put them.  The mom thought they were going crazy.  But one day..... the mom has her room in the attic sleeping and she fealt weight on her bed so she thought it was there cat and she kicked around her bed and moved her covers to push it off.  Then her mattress fliped over and she fell off and felt/saw a cold blck thing go over her and could not move till 5 seconds and turned her light on.  Then she got a specialest in ghosts to come and she said there are 3 ghosts in the house all girls 2 are bad and said the bad ones liked to sit on the front steps of there stairs and the 1 good ghost of the 3 is named Agetha that liked being around the laundry room( after she said that she completly belived her because of her oldest daughter menchoning  Agetha) and the bad 1's are mean 2 the good 1.  The specialest also said they don't like your son and cat and said the mom should sleep with them.  e also took digital pics around the house and showed how there was black foggyness and took a thomoitor in that spot and showed how the teperature went down 20 degrees and told her when they are there you will smell burning sugar or maple surup.  The specialest also went around the house to find the portal and it was where the odd picture of beavus and butthead lookin thing was.  Then the specialest closed it and recored it with a tape recorder.  Then she played it on the phone for the mom to hear and she got freaked out and hung up the phone.  Then one day she was going up the stairs and was on the beging of the stairs and she felt it being cold and smelled burning sugar and called up stairs is anyone cooking something with sugar or maple surup and they said no and she ran up stairs freaked out and her children knew something was wrong because she smelled burned sugar and ran to her then 4 some reason the oldest daugter started freaking out and said get the f**** out of our house and started cursing at them.  They knew something was there then they started saying i demand u in the name of jesus crist get out of our house and all that.  Then they got rid off the 2 bad ghosts and kept the good 1.  Then nothin happened after that except one day the mom opened the door and there was this pink or dark pink light that went by.  Well thats all i have of the story but now they moved out of the house.



The House Was Haunted


By: alwaysopenminded2003@yahoo.ca

This is one of my personal favorite experiences: 
Tracy, Mark, Joe (my hubby at the time) and myself all lived in an up / down duplex in Calgary, Alberta the year was 1994. Mark and Tracy had a 6 month old dog by the name of Ace. Ace loved Joe and I. Whenever Joe and I arrived home Ace would race us to our bedroom, which was located on the lower floor of the duplex. This activity with Ace continued for a long time. One day all four of us and Ace were sitting in the livingroom watching t.v. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted Ace looking very intently at the south livingroom wall. I nudged Joe, who in turn got Mark and Tracy's attention. As we all watched Ace he was staring at the wall and then he slowly moved his head as if he watching someone walk from the wall, past himself, and into the diningroom, which was attached to the livingroom. We all watched as Ace got up, walked into the diningroom and started jumping around as though he was reaching for a snack out of a hand, standing on his hind legs, dancing around like a dog will.
A few weeks later as Joe and I entered the house, Ace was not at the door to race us downstairs to our bedroom. Joe had to take Ace by the collar to have him come into our bedroom. Ace wanted nothing to do with our room. As soon as Joe let Ace go he ran from the room...
Strange things began happening in th house.
One afternoon Joe and I were sitting at our diningroom table. Joe had a butter knife in his hand (Joe is of Spanish decent, olive skinned and does not scary easily) As I sat beside Joe I noticed him looking over my left shoulder. I asked him if I had a bug on my shoulder (hate bugs). He did not reply, instead he dropped the knife on the table and walked into the kitchen, which was located right off the dining room. As I approached Joe I noticed all the color was gone from his face, I asked him what was wrong. I had never seen him in this state. Joe looked at me and told me he saw a black robed figure standing behind me in the reflection of his knife. I knew he was not joking.
Right after this event happened things livened up even more. I worked night shift and Joe would drive me to work . All lights, tv, stereo were turned off, which was normal for us as we never left anything on when no one was home. One night as Joe and I were locking up the house, on my way to work, we heard the stereo turn back on. Joe unlocked the door, went inside and shut the stereo off. As soon as Joe relocked the door the stereo came on once again. I looked at Joe and told him to leave it as we could be kept here all night playing this game. I am no beginner to these types of experiences.
One night we were all going to bed and I was in bed before Joe. As Joe came out of the bathroom and into the doorway of the bedroom he stopped dead in his tracks. He just walked through the ghost he said, there was a very cold spot that he just walked through and he felt something very strange..
The very next morning we had a large wet spot at the top side of our bed. We never took any type of liquid with us to bed at night. Tracy got up later that morning and told Joe and I about the experience she had had the night before. Tracy went to bed and was awoken very early in the morning with finding man staring down at her. This man was floating between the window sill and Tracy's bed just watching her. As Tracy saw this she began praying for God and Sweet Jesus to protect her. As she prayed the man disappeared, he left a bad feeling behind with Tracy. Lights turning off and on began to happen all the time . We would shut off all the upstairs lights when we went to bed and as we got into bed the upstairs lights would be back on.
These things were nerve racking on their own, but the one incident that made me respond happened like this. I had just finished using the bathroom off the kitchen. As I opened the bathroom door I watched as the taps at the kitchen sink, (which was located straight across from the bathroom door), turned on full blast, steaming hot, instantly.
NO ONE WAS THERE!!!
I had had enough... I got on the phone to the University Of Calgary and contacted the Paraphycology Department. I had a Paranormal Researcher come to visit the house. The gentleman's name is long forgotten but not his words. He told us that with all four of us having had our own personal past experiences with the unknown that he felt all of our energies put together opened a door for something to enter.
He felt the house was haunted.. WE MOVED!




My Great Grandfathers Unhappy Ghost

By: Sileenwolfe@aol.com


i was just a little baby and the story i have for you is of what my mother, grandmother, and grandfather have told me of all of this.
my grandfather or "papa" as we still call him had just found his mother, his father had taken him away as a baby and he had really never met her since he was a little kid of around four. well my grandmother when to his fathers grave and laughed, saying ha ha, hes back with his mom now, you cant do anything. big mistake. my mom came home and found the back hall cabnets thrown open and all the things in there scattered on the floor. she had gone back and gotten in her car and waited for my grandma to get back, my grandma walked in the house and asked her why she did it. and my mom told her that she had came home to this. my grandma believed her because my grandma is some what of a phsycic, more of an advanced intuition to better describe it. there was a picture that my grandma had taken of my papa and mom together tacked to the back wall. everytime she would go down that hall she would find that picture on the floor. so that same day her my mom and my aunt karen went into my grandma's room which is at the end of this hall. they had taped that picture to the wall to were it would not come off. after a while nothing happened with the picture and my aunt said that nothing would happen so they went to look at the picture. my great grandmothers face had been yellowed out and there were no scratch marks on the photo, they took it to a photologyst i suppose you call them and he told them that he could find nothing wrong with it other than the yellowed out face. my papa came home and had his eyes burned from a welding accedent. my grandma told him to tell his dad's vengfull and very angry ghost to leave. so he did and that was the last we heard from him. now for a funny conclusion to this disturbing but true tale. my uncle carl and his friend boby, both 14 at the time were giving my 19 year old mom hell about being so scared, playing the macho act, and the only way to help with pain like that in my papas eyes was to soak bread in milk and put two cut out circles on the eyes. well my mom took that peice of bread out to my uncle and his friend and told them a story that the bread had apeared with eye holes and a mouth, since she was and still is my demented mother, i love her for that, but they ran screaming all the way to my other great granmothers house a block and a half away. this is the end of my ghost storie, but it is only one for my grandmas house is plaughed by hauntings all the time, the rest of them not at all like this one, most just freindly guardian angel type ghosts that warn us if somthing bad happens. i hope you all enjoy this story for i can assure you it is 100 percent true. thanks alot,



Never Drank

By: Mizzmariposa77@aol.com


I have so many stories, I am so glad to find this site and see that I'm not some freak.
The story that freaks me out the most happened about 8 or 9 years ago in Dallas, TX. I was studying for prep exams in college, it was about 1 am, my phone rang it was my little sister she was only 17 but had been out drinking and begged me to come pick her up.  so I got into my truck and went to grab her. On my way back with her she really need to use the bathroom, so i pulled off the highway, went onto a dirt road and stopped at the trinity river. she got out and did her thing right in the middle of the river. i stood between the headlights ready to dive in if she fell it really wasn't that deep just under knee height but she was drunk and God only knows what could happen. i had been standing there about 45 seconds, she's yelling that she can't pee with someone looking at her. out of the corner of my eye i see something rise out of the bushes about 100ft away and VERY slowly start walking towards the truck  The first thing that caught me were its eyes. they were red, and glowing, not like in the movies. but like when you take a flashlight onto a cats eyes. i freaked out and ran into the river, grabbed my drunk as hell sister and chunked her into the truck. all the time this thing is coming towards the truck still very slowly, but close enough that at a glance i got a good luck at it its face was swollen and red and blue, the first thought that came in my mind was when i was 12 my brother and i found a dead body in the river in New York, it had been there for days, the smell was horrific but the body was all bloated and distorted. i thought this was the same guy so i got back in the truck and look in the mirror and there he is, he's standing at the back of my truck, i floored it my sister had seen it so she's screaming yelling what is that and looking behind us, it started "running" but it wasn't running it was just keeping up with the truck, but then I'm fishtailing and going about 50 mph its still "running" along side the truck we lost it as we got onto the main road but we were both very shaken. Just telling this story makes my skin crawl. Now all this happened in a matter of seconds, but I remember it all clear as a bell. when I finally told someone about it the someone was a cop, he told me that that river is used but local gangs to dump bodies and the find victims there almost on a weekly bases.  So there's my story, do with it what you will. But I'll tell you one thing my sister never drank again, and i have never stopped to go pee



No One In It

By: llaurie@applebywyman.com

A friend of my husbands mother died in her home several years ago from a heart attack. She had found her husband involved with another woman in her own bedroom. That is the room that where she died.
Each time that I would visit the home, I could feel her presence in the room where she spent most of her free time. It was always a warm feeling, almost comforting. It always struck me strange that I had only met this woman about three times while she was living. I do not understand why I was the one to "feel" her.
I spent a night in the house when my husband went on a business trip. After going to bed I decided that I would watch the tv for a while. About an hour later I say Mrs. D walking from her bedroom, across the livingroom, check the front door and check each of the bedrooms, then back to her own room. I was not scared by this at all. It almost felt like it was something that I have experienced before. When I awoke the next morning, I looked on the bureau and saw a picture of the woman who checked on her house before retiring. The woman I saw that night was Mrs. D in her early thirties and about 150 lbs lighter. Her wedding picture.
A few years later Mr. D passed also. Her son decided to put the urn of ashes from his mom into the casket with his father. My next visit to their home was extremely uncomfortable for me. The minute I went into the living room I could feel a tightness in my chest and difficulty in breathing. Since that time I avoid going into that room. On two occasions we have heard Mr. D calling out names. The voice came from a room where there was no one in it.



The Tavern Ghosts
 

By: plap@primus.ca


 
The following stories about the tavern have been experienced by the present owners, the Laplantes, and are true.
In 1995, after some renovations were made to the second floor, the Laplante family moved in. The tavern consisted of the first floor and the living quarters were on the second floor. The third floor was empty. Nothing seemed to be amiss at this time, except for their two-year old son. His bedroom was at the back of the tavern situated close to his parent's bedroom. The young boy became terrified of staying in his bedroom and would often come screaming up the hallway, often in broad daylight, crying that there was a monster in his room. Eventually, he had to be moved from that room because he was too terrified to stay in there to play or sleep.
In 1996, as the Laplantes were preparing the tavern for the wedding of their oldest daughter, Mrs. Laplante observed a “white thing” crossing a doorway in the kitchen of the tavern on the first floor. Although it was not frightening or as she stated, “it didn't creep me out”, she remembered the occurrence. It was in the middle of the day and in an unlit section of the tavern. No windows were open to the outside of the building at this time. Later that evening, Mrs. Laplante's daughter-in-law was tending bar. As she stood at the end of the bar looking in toward the kitchen, she also saw a “white thing” cross the room. This completely took the daughter-in-law by surprise and she became extremely upset. She would not remain in the tavern by herself and ran to her husband. Not wanting anyone to think her crazy, she didn't tell anyone about her experience. Two weeks later, when Mrs. Laplante and an employee were telling “ghost stories”, Mrs. Laplante's son, happened on them and on hearing about their conversation replied that the ladies would “freak” if they heard about the “white thing” that his wife had apparently saw a few weeks before. Mrs. Laplante states that the hair stood up on the back of her neck because this was the first affirmation of a “white thing” that she had heard and she hadn't mentioned her occurrence to anyone either. When the two ladies sat down to discuss the “sighting” they discovered it was seen in the same place on the same day, Tuesday, August 6.
In 2002, Mrs. Laplante was reading a bedtime story to her young son. In the next bed, her daughter was already fast asleep. Mr. Laplante had been in the shower and headed off to bed in the next room. Shortly after, footsteps could be heard coming down the hallway and stopped at the children's bedroom door. Thinking it was his father, the young boy, called out “who's there?” No one answered. He questioned Mrs. Laplante on who it might be and she replied that it was most likely his father coming to see if they were all going to bed. She also called out and on getting no answer settled back down to their bedtime story. After their story, the young boy decided he wanted to sleep in his father's room so they both returned to where he was sleeping. On entering the room, Mrs. Laplante inquired of her husband what he had wanted when he came to the children's room. He was fast asleep so she asked him again. On waking, Mr. Laplante had no idea what his wife and son were talking about and stated that he had gone right to bed and sleep after his shower and had not left the room. Mrs. Laplante stayed awake contemplating this whole mystery. The next morning it was discovered that the day before was also Tuesday, August 6, the same date as the previous sightings only a different year.
After a devastating fire, that closed the tavern in 1996, the Laplantes abandoned the building for two years. In 1998 they made a decision to move back and renovate the building into their home. During this time, the same young son, who had experienced the terror earlier in his bedroom, began to be afraid to go upstairs. He had questioned his parents about “an old man”. At one point, he had told his parents that he heard an old man tell him to “get out of here, you little bugger”. His parents thought nothing of it and put it down to his imagination, running wild. At this time, Mrs. Laplante began to feel eerie when she went to one particular area of the hallway on the second floor. This happened to be in the same area as the young boy's previous bedroom. Most of the family avoided this area, as it did not “feel” right. The boy's terror increased so much, that he refused to go upstairs to his new room at the front of the building. When it came to the point that he would sit at the bottom of the stairs and cry because he couldn't go up, the Laplantes sat him down to discuss “his problems”. They discovered that something or someone on the second floor was constantly terrorizing their son. On relating his story to his parents, they discovered, that “someone” was calling him to every time he passed that certain hallway or area. He told his parents, that he would yell to leave him alone. After contacting an entity clearer, it was discovered that there were four entities in the tavern at the time. One of them was in the same area as the boy had stated. These were asked to leave and the Laplantes were told they were gone. The next evening after the clearing took place, Mrs. Laplante took her son upstairs to the specific area and told him that the “entities” were gone. She asked him if he could see or feel anything there. He replied that “it” was right beside her. On hearing this, Mrs. Laplante felt the hairs prickling on the back of her neck and left the hallway immediately. The eerie vibes dissipated slowly over the next few days until they were completely gone. Since then, the boy has nearly returned to a relaxed state. He is able to go upstairs to his room again. He still worries that “it” may return and startles easily but he can and will talk about it and refers to “it” as his ghost.
The tavern displays old photos of the people and area on its walls. In one of these photos is a picture of an old man who the owner's son says resembles the one he saw upstairs. The picture is of Sam Schell, a previous and well-liked owner of the Marlbank Tavern from 1938 to 1959.
These are but a few of the experiences that the Laplantes have had since purchasing the building in 1994. Previous owners and employees have attested to the fact that strange things have been seen and experienced in the building.
www.marlbanktavern.com



Young Ghost

By: GALVATRONhatesosama666@msn.com

Well I have 2 stories to share...One is when I was a young child I was playing on the stairs and I heard someone call my name and well I raced down the stairs and then I looked back and saw a can roll into our bathroom so I went in there and it got very very cold I got weirded out and well headed down stairs and then when I got down there I saw a female figure but all black and I moved towards it( good or bad idea ) and then I pushed me down and I have been stunned by that event ever since knowing some ghost or what ever pushed me down and well my second story is here in Iowa a bridge in the country has a lot of stories on it and all around it not only did someone die on it but they were smashed and well we went to it and sat down on it and well there was a weird noise and almost a strange wail and well we turned around and went down a long dead end and then it just was dark and then we turned around well all of a sudden the car died and coasted backwards and there was dust on the car and we saw ass loads of hand prints on the car and well another time we were sitting on a road and then I saw a man in the corn field who was all white and he pointed it looked like but I don’t wanna talk about this ne more so ill just ttyl bye ppl Danny and plz someone respond to me



The Ghost at 121 Gilbert Drive


By: tommymcarthur242@hotmail.com

I was writing to let ya know about the trailer next to my parents house in Beaufort NC. My Grandfather lived there about 10 years ago now. For a while after died things were quiet. But the next summer as we were getting ready for the summer flounder season and working on our boats i heard something over there, i looked up and it was my grandfather looking out the window at me. So i just kept quiet about it for a while and till my dad said something about him hearing things over there. This went on for quite a while till the house was sold. Haven't heard him since



STRANGE HILLSIDE

By: Shylock1041@cs.com
 
I AM NOT SURE WHAT TYPE OF A STORY THIS IS AS I HAVE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING OUT OF PLACE HERE BUT IT IS AN INTERESTING PLACE ANYWAY. I BELIEVE IN GHOSTS, HAVING HAD MY SHARE OF UNUSUAL EXPERIENCES, BUT HAVE NEVER SEEN ONE (OTHER THAN QUICK GLIMPSES OF MOVING SHAPES GOING INTO ROOMS THAT I FIND HAVE NO ONE IN THEM WHEN I INVESTIGATE).
I AM 63 YEARS OLD AND DO NOT SCARE EASILY AND NEITHER DO I FIND IT FASCINATING TO STRETCH THE TRUTH BUT I HAVE THIS STORY THAT I FIND MIGHT BE WORTH TELLING.
I HAVE BEEN AN AVID OUTDOORSMAN FOR MY ENTIRE LIFE AND THERE IS NOTHING THAT I ENJOY MORE THAN TO SPEND A DAY IN THE WOODS, WHETHER HUNTING OR JUST HIKING,PICKNIKING,ETC,ETC. I WRITE THIS LEAD IN TO LET YOU KNOW THAT I DO NOT GET SPOOKED EASILY IN THE WOODS, ON THE CONTRARY, I LOVE MY TIME THERE.
THERE IS ONE PLACE THAT I KNOW THAT I HAVE HUNTED IN THAT I WOULD NOT BE CAUGHT IN, AFTER DARK, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES. I DO NOT KNOW WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS PLACE.
SOMETIMES YOU CAN GO INTO THIS AREA AND THERE IS NOTHING WRONG AT ALL BUT THEN, THERE ARE OTHER TIMES........?
A WALK INTO THIS AREA IS JUST A WALK IN THE WOODS, NOTHING UNUSUAL, TREES ARE THE SAME AS THEIR NEIGHBORS, SAME BRUSH. THE FIRST INKLING YOU GET THAT THERE IS ANYTHING OUT OF THE ORDINARY IS WHEN ALL OF THE FOREST NOISES STOP. IT IS LIKE YOU WALK INTO A VACUUM. THEN YOU GET THE FEELING THAT SOMETHING (SOMEONE?) IS WATCHING YOU AND THE LONGER THAT YOU REMAIN IN THIS AREA, THE WORSE IT GETS. EVENTUALLY ALL THE HAIR ON THE BACK OF MY NECK STARTS TO STAND ON END AND ALL THAT YOU CAN THINK ABOUT IS PUTTING SOME DISTANCE BETWEEN YOU AND THAT PLACE. I AM NOT THE ONLY ONE THAT THIS PLACE EFFECTS LIKE THIS. ALL OF MY DEER HUNTING FRIENDS GIVE THIS PLACE A WIDE BERTH.
I HAVE TAKEN MY LARGE CALIBER RIFLE WITH ME AND GONE BACK IN THIS PLACE LOOKING FOR WHATEVER IT IS THAT IS CAUSING THIS PROBLEM AND HAVE NEVER FOUND ANYTHING OUT OF THE ORDINARY. PUZZLING.
A HUNTING FRIEND OF MINE HAD A FRIEND VISITING HIM AND HE ASKED TO GO HUNTING WITH US ONE DAY SO WE TOOK HIM. WE TOOK HIM UP TO WHERE A SKID ROAD GOES STRAIGHT DOWN THE HILL AND JOINS ON TO ANOTHER LOGGING ROAD AT THE BOTTOM. WE TOLD HIM" FOLLOW THIS ROAD STRAIGHT DOWN AND KEEP AT THE BASE OF A RIDGE ON YOUR RIGHT AND WE WILL MEET YOU AT THE BOTTOM". ABOUT HALF WAY TO THE BOTTOM, THERE IS A FAINT ROAD THAT TURNS TO THE LEFT AND HEADS OVER INTO THIS AREA THAT I HAVE BEEN TALKING ABOUT.
WE HAD NOT MENTIONED A WORD TO HIM ABOUT THIS WEIRD AREA AT ALL!
WE WENT ON DOWN TO THE BOTTOM TO WAIT FOR HIM TO COME OUT BUT IT SEEMED TO US THAT IT WAS TAKING AN AWFULLY LONG TIME TO GO A FAIRLY SHORT DISTANCE. I GOT DOWN OFF OF MY STAND, WENT OVER TO MY FRIEND AND ASKED HIM" YOU DON'T SUPPOSE THAT HE TOOK THAT FAINT ROAD TO THE LEFT AND WENT INTO THAT AREA, DO YOU?", " I HOPE NOT, HE REPLIED."
ABOUT A HALF HOUR LATER, WE FINALLY SAW HIS HUNTING COLORS COMING THRU THE BRUSH SO WE WHISTLED TO LET HIM KNOW WHERE WE WERE AND HE STARTED FOR US AT A DEAD RUN. " WHAT KIND OF A BLANKEDY BLANK AREA DID YOU SEND ME INTO, HE HOLLERED AT US"? AFTER ASKING HIM WHAT HE MEANT, HE TOLD US THAT IN ALL HIS YEARS OF HUNTING ALL OVER THE COUNTRY, HE HAD NEVER BEEN IN A PLACE THAT SCARED HIM MORE THAN THAT PLACE DID. TALKING TO HIM WHEN HE CALMED DOWN A LITTLE, HE TOLD US THAT HE HAD, INDEED, VEERED TO THE LEFT AND ENDED UP DOWN IN THE SPOOKY AREA. HE TOLD US THAT IF HE LIVED TO BE A HUNDRED HE WOULD NEVER AGAIN GO HUNTING IN THAT PATCH OF WOODS. WE HAD TOLD HIM NOTHING OF THIS AREA!
THIS MAKES A TOTAL OF FIVE OF US WHO REFUSE TO GO INTO THAT AREA AGAIN UNLESS WELL ARMED IN THE DAY TIME. I DO NOT KNOW WHAT IS THE PROBLEM WITH THAT PLACE OTHER THAN IT HAS THE FEELING OF DEATH HANGING AROUND IN IT AT CERTAIN TIMES. IT DOES NOT FEEL LIKE THIS ALL THE TIME BUT YOU NEVER KNOW WHEN IT WILL BE LIKE THIS AND I, FOR ONE, AM, NOT IN A HURRY TO FEEL LIKE THIS AGAIN.



My Parents' House

By: subservice@icnfull.com



All my life growing up until age 18, I lived with my parents in a small,
one-floor, two-bedroom house in a suburb of Trenton, NJ (in Pennsylvania).
The house included one bathroom, living room, kitchen and laundry room.  Oh
yes, an attic and the entrance were located in my bedroom. It was one of
those ladders that dropped out of the ceiling. Although it was rather spooky
at times, nothing really scared me in the attic itself. The back of the
house was always cooler then the front due to the shade. My room was in the
back, next to the bathroom. Since I can recall, there were many times I was
woken up in the middle of the night by someone tapping on my shoulder
lightly and whispering my name. No one was ever there. We had many cats
throughout my childhood. More than one occasion, I would hear a loud bang,
like something fell on the washer or dryer. I would assume it was the cats
until I saw that they were in the room with me scared to death to leave it.
I would bravely walk out into the laundry room to find nothing, nothing on
or near the machines to have made that loud noise. Still other nights I
would wake up to a noise outside the front door. I was small and the window
on the door was very high, so I could never see what it was. It was so loud
and only became louder as I would cower behind the wooden shield. I know now
that it could have been a car, but why was I the only one who ever woke up
the these strange happenings? My parents never heard a thing. When I was a
teenager, I notice things started disappearing and reappearing again. This
happened to my parents as well. It was odd things like cookware and cans of
food. Some things just disappeared all together, never to be seen again. I
thought we had a homeless person in the attic eating our food. That is when
my mother started seeing a man sitting on the couch whenever she was up late
at night by herself in the kitchen. She would catch glimpses of him and a
dog. She was never scared. I was never really scared either. After I moved
out and in to my own place, I had a couple experiences but that is another
story. The most recent activities in my parents' house are pretty weird.
Just two weeks ago, I was over for dinner and we were in the kitchen.
Earlier I had been sitting on the couch and everything was normal. After
dinner, I walked over to the couch and sitting on one of the cushions was a
wolf figurine I had given to my mother for Christmas. I asked my mother what
it was doing there and she was perplexed. She was even more mystified when
she realized that wolf was originally sitting in the middle of several other
figures in the closed cabinet. There was no way the cat could have gotten it
out. Then last week, my mother was boiling water to boil eggs. It was a full
pot of water with 4 eggs in it. She set the timer for 10 minutes and went
into the bedroom to sit down. Not 5 minutes later, she heard 4 loud popping
noises. She went to see what was wrong and the water in the pot was gone and
the eggs had exploded. The water didn't spill and it could not have boiled
done that quickly. I guess the ghost didn't want boiled eggs. Things still
disappear and never return. My father thinks he is going crazy but mom knows
what is going on.



My Hamster

By: elizabeth.roe@btinternet.com

My experience isnt very spooky compared to your other stories, but my hamster has died, and because we have got a new one, things are starting to get freaky.
One night, i couldnt sleep, and my first hamster had been in my room more times than any one elses in my family, and all of a sudden, i hear digging sounds, from where she used to dig,(when she was alive) and i think that because we have got a new one that has her cage, her food and everything, she is angry.More strange evidence is thaat i took a picture with my new camera phone, and when i looked at it, there was on orb, I was so then i just dropped my phone and screamed.



Not Scared



By: sugar_honey__@hotmail.com

My name is Danitza  unusual name I know.  I would like to share some of my ghostly experiences with everyone
I’ll start off with my home in Harlingen Texas.  Now keep in mind that my house was built recently (give or take 5 years) and we are the only family that has lived in it. Strange things have happened there that don’t really make much sense.  One after noon, my mom and little brother were in the living room watch televi on.  My little brother went to play on the computer which was on the other side of the room.  The light from the window was causing a glare on the computer screen, so my mom got up and adjusted the blinds (these blinds are perpendicular to the window sill).  My mom sat back down on the couch and continued viewing her program when something hit the blinds with anger.  My little brother got up like a bottle rocket and ran to my mom.  Still can’t figure out what had caused it to do that.
On another occasion, my mother thought she heard someone open the front door.  It was around three a.m.   As she was leaving her room, she thought she saw my silhouette running to my room.  She yelled after me asking me where I have been all night and when I didn’t answer, she went into my room.  She burst in yelling and I woke up feeling drowsy.  She felt my face and I was warm, like I had been sleeping for a while, and then she started to panic thinking someone had gotten into the house and was hiding in my room.  We never found anyone (By the way, I was sleeping)
The next two experiences are the scariest for me.  I was reading late one night in my room when I heard knocking on the wall.  Since my room is adjacent to my little brothers room, I thought it was him poking fun because he couldn’t get to sleep (he hadn’t been sleeping well for a while).  I playfully knocked back.  A few minutes went by and the knocking continued.  I was getting fed up fast and pounded the wall and yelled for him to settle down and go to sleep.  The knocking got harder and I was furious.  I yelled out that if he didn’t stop knocking on the wall he was going to be in for it!  Still the knocking continued.  I had had enough and as I was leaving my room, I saw my sisters door open from across the hall, I was my little brother with a drowsy look on his face asking why I was yelling at him.  There was no way in the world I was going to go into his room and yell at a ghost. 
This next experience I still have nightmare over.  I don’t know if it was all in my head or if it was my nerves, ut here it goes.  I was getting ready for bed one night as usual and putting everything in my room away.  I turned off the light and started to feel around for the edge of my bed.  I found it and hopped in, for some reason when in the dark, I always get the feeling that something is going to pull my legs so I have gotten into the habit of jumping into bed.  As I was squirming to get comfortable, I suddenly felt like I was being watched.  I stayed still for a moment and then It felt like something was climbing onto my bed.  I clenched my eyes shut not wanting to see anything that would traumatize me for the rest of my life and I  started praying for it to get off.  Then I felt it get off.  The second time it happened, I as sitting in bed studying for a pre-cal test.  I had that uneasy feeling again and I felt it get on.  I was watching the edge of the bed closely but I couldn’t see any noticeable change in the indentation on my comforter, I then got the courage to say that I wasn’t scared of it and for it to leave me alone.  It hasn’t happened since, but I always get that uneasy feeling every time I am getting ready for bed. 



House Built in the 60"s

By: bellawest22@dodo.com.au

When I was twelve my dad remarried and we moved to this two storey house , which was probably built in the sixties. This house had a miserable feel to it . I remember my dad telling me to go off to bed so I got into bed and sat there for just a very short time and these strange imp like devil like things were all around my walls , at least fifty of them talking in  gibberish all at the same time , they were talking to me and their expressions changed constantly .I did as a lot of people probably do and shut my eyes and open them again, also pinch myself.It lasted a few minutes at least .I was scared but strangely drawn to it a bit. That was sixteen years ago and I find myself having nightmares about it and the house still . <<< my next similar experience was when i was seventeen and living with my boyfriend.  I saw sad desperate people on the ceiling injecting themselves with drugs and i could feel their extreme sorrow. It went on for about a few minutes .We found out from a neighbour that it was a "heroin house" years before and my boyfriend and I were dumbfounded ( even though he didnt see it ).Apart from these experiences I have heard my name being called crystal ,crystal clearly on occasions where there wasn't another living sole in sight . I wander if similar things happened to others.




Castle of Goodhope, Cape Town

By: jvaneck@ads24.co.za

I've seen that you have the Castle of Goodhope in Cape Town, South Africa under your Haunted Places list.
You also mentioned the "Dark Hole" or rather "Die Gat". I was very young, maybe 9 or 10 years old, when I and other classmates visited the castle. This was about in 1987. As you know, the castle is a museum now, open to the public. We were about 15 children that day visiting the castle that day, with our teacher of course and a tour guide. I can still remember the huge old halls that was rebuilt in those years for restoration. Things like old wooden pillars, floors and ceilings were replaced with the same type of wood that was used in 1666 when the contraction of this great building was started, which also was finished in 1674 by Jan van Riebeeck.
The staff at the castle was dressed in the old style clothing of the 1600's, so if I saw a spirit there, I couldn't be sure if it was a ghost or not. The halls and passageways in the castle was eerie and had a unnerving feeling to it though. It was as if you were watched all the time, but not threatening. Just plain weird!! We came to point where we all had to enter "The Hole" at one stage. You had to enter through this small door, then you climb down about 15 - 20 small steps. You will then be in a small room, I can't remember how small exactly, but it was so small that all of us barely fitted into this room. There was a light bulb hanging in the middle of the room that was on of course. In the middle of the room, just under the light bulb, was a wooden bunk. (Like a wooden chair that you may find at cafeterias at tables) It was long, about the length of a human being, maybe 6 feet. It was narrow though, about 1 feet in width. This is were they tortured the prisoners, you could even see the blood stains on the bunk because it was still the original bunk. When you face the bunk when entering, there's a wall just across from the bunk.
You could see 1 or 2 holes that was made into the wall, it was said that one of the prisoners there, wanted to escape. He dug these holes with his bare hands and fingernails!! Needles to say, he did not make it because these walls was really thick, not by inches but by feet. When we were all in there, the door was closed behind us by the tour guide and he told us that he was going to switch off the light bulb for a few seconds and will switch is back on then. We were a nervous but when he switched the light off, you couldn't even see you hand right in front of your face. I remember I had my hand on my face touching it and slowly took it away from my face trying to see it. There was nothing, I couldn't even see an outline!! Right there and then I knew how the prisoners of that time must have felt like. Truly horrific. I was also said that when a prisoner was being "released" from this cell, he was taken to the courtyard of the castle where everybody could have seen them. The prisoner had a blindfold over his eyes and he was forced to kneel. Then, they would do the unspeakable. They would remove the blindfold from his eyes and force him to open his eyes and look STRAIGHT into the sun. Within a few seconds, the prisoner was blinded for the rest of his life.
Sorry if this story of mine is a bit long, but I really want people out there to visit the castle when the opportunity arise. I don't have any ghost stories for now, but if you want to know a bit of the history and hauntings of the castle (yes, it's VERY haunted) you can go to: http://www.vanhunks.com/cape1/castle1.html



The Little Girl

By: Gr6333@aol.com


Hi, my story takes me back to 1987, my sister her boyfriend and children moved into an old green duplex in Northeast Minneapolis, i was 24 years old at the time, and still lived at my mothers house. To get out of there i spent a lot of nites at my sisters house, there two children were 5 and 6 years of age. On weekends we would stay up late watching tv, and drinking beer, and just having a good time, on occasions we would here a girl laughing, toys being played with, and balls rolling across the floor. My sister and her now husband would get up to investigate, and find that there kids were sound asleep in there own rooms. This went off and on over the next few years.
In 1989 they decided to move to a new home, not because of the disturbances, but because they needed a larger place to live.
Me and my other sister and her boyfriend decided to move in there then, i took the room in the back and they had the room in the front. We were there for nearly 6 months and nothing out of the ordinary happened to us.
One nite while sleeping on a hot and humid  august nite, i awoke to a strange feeling running through my body, a chilly feeling if you know what i mean. I managed to get back to sleep not knowing what to think of what had occured. I awoke about two hours later, after having a terrible dream about a girl dying, i opened up my eyes, and turned my head, and standing next to my bed was this little girl smiling at me dressed in a white gown. I screamed at the top of my lungs for my sister, who came running in to see what was the matter, i told her what had happened, and what i saw.
We later found out that a young girl did die in that duplex, and that i was sleeping in the room that she once had. We did move out later that year, iam now 41 years old and will never forget that little girl.



Whittier Junior High

By: bonugli@sbcglobal.net

My grandma used to work at Whittier Junior High as a teacher in San Antonio, Texas. When I told her about this website, she shared her scarry experiences that happened before they were reasigned buildings, and tore the building down. She used to work late at school and the nights were particularly scary for the ones working there. When you walked alone in the auditorium or in the school hallways, you could hear voices, and you always got a terrible feeling of discomfort. You would immediately want to get out of there!  One time, a woman janitor ran out of the building shaking, screaming at the top of her lungs, because she was walking alone through the halls, and in the very middle of the hall, she saw a broom standing straight up on its tip, NOT leaning against anything! That school was haunted...without a doubt it was. After asking some questions about the school's past my grandma came to find out, that a janitor had indeed fallen down the stairs there behind the stage in the auditorium and died from the fall years before. Fortunately, they were reassigned buildings, but they will never forget the scarry experiences there. 




She Was Awesome

By: rmorales14@elp.rr.com

okay, so I have to wash my face everynight right? well one night when I was washing my face in the bathroom, I left the door open, because it doesn't really make any difference to me closed or open. well finally after like 20 minutes of scrubbing, I put the soap and rag away, and I was humming this cool song by korn called shoots and ladders, and as I turned off the light saw a girls face right there in from of me, it looked solid though, it wasn't transparent or anything, it was just right there in front of me. I don't remeber seeing a body, but I don't think I ever checked for one either lol, well I screamed like there was no tomorrow, and my sisters room was just a little further down the hall, and she came running out and was like, "Trish! are u okay?" and I couldn't say anything, I mean obviously I like to talk a lot, but I couldn't say anything, I was out of breath because that face just freak'd the crap out of me, and the chick had disappeared bye then, I guess she was frightened, but I have to say I was a little happy that she had left so soon. let me think of a face of a ghost I can relate it to... the girl in the movie gothika, how she looked solid, and her hair looked damp and blonde, that is what the face looked like to me, accept not angry, she seem kinda observant, but those few seconds I saw her before I screamed seemed like they lasted for ever, I observed so many things, and now I can't get her image out of my head. there is another where I think the same ghost was trying to get along with me, because for the next few I days I still had the song shoots and ladders stuck in my head, so I would always be humming it. well every night I have this routine, I watch TV go to sleep then my dad comes and turns off the TV, well this particular night when my dad turned off the TV, I was only half asleep, and I just decided to let him turn it off since I would be asleep soon enough. I was wrong about that dudes, I was just laying there for, I'm guessing, a few minutes and then I felt something cold touch my arm. I was scared I just sat there for like another ten seconds, with a bunch of bad idea's, and explanations for them running through my head, and then I sat up in my bed, and right next to my ear, I could feel cold, not breath exactly, but air, and I heard a girls voice whispering the tune to shoots and ladders by korn. I have to say it did make me smile because I felt like she was just trying to be my friend, she had obviously learned the tune and wanted me to know. she hasn't come in contact with me in anyway for a few months now, but at least I know she's pretty friendly now.



Shadows and Cold Spots

By: Awd1denton@aol.com

hi my experiebce took place at a rundown abandoned nursing home.First im not sure if its haunted but theres some pretty crazy things that I couldnt explain that went on. we made our way in through the kitchen nothing in there but when we went out in the dining room theres a hall off to the right and we all felt some very strange feelings comeing from there we then went out into the main hallway of the first floor and sat quietly on the stairs and could hear strange sounds of things dragging upstairs. we then got up and started down the hall and there was light coming from the outside so we could see a little and we saw what looked like shadows off people moving through the hall up ahead we were going to go upstairs but i was the only one who really wanted to go up and since no one else wanted to go we didnt but on our way back to the entrance of the dining room we hit several places in the hall that were very cold and felt like something was there with us we didnt feel the spots before so it really spooked us up havent been back since but I plan to try and spend the night in there soon



My Hauntings

By: lttlsxmomma18@yahoo.com

Hello. I live on a country road in East Tennessee, you might say, I live in the sticks, literally. I have lived here for most of my life, spare a year or so after i turned 18. Anyways, My parents bought this house about a month before i was born. I have a sister that is 5 years older than me. When we were really young my mom says she was getting ready to go to work early (around 4 am) one morning when she got up from the kitchen table to fix herself a cup of coffee when she heard the chair she was just sitting in scoot back up to the table. She turned and looked and saw the chair moving but nothing was pushing it. So she left the house right then totally freaked out, and didn't tell a soul thinking my dad would think she was crazy and thinking she would scare her two small daughters. Later while we were still young, she says she could be sitting in our den late when all was quiet and would hear something going through the kitchen which sounded like a mason jar tapping against the tile all the way across the floor, the times she actually saw the girl she only could see here with the corner of her eye but she says that the little girl is dressed like little house on the prarie with the pettycoat and bonnet and all with long dark hair couldn't be more than 3 or 4 years old. She always stands with her arms up like a child would when they want to be picked up. My mom says everytime she sees her she thinks her name must be Emily, cause that is what comes to her mind. As we got older and started staying up later so the house wasn't as quiet she came around less often. My parents divorced and my dad moved out and my mothers mom moved in. She was very ill. My sister was going to college and was home for the weekend when she went to the kitchen to get a glass of milk when she turned around there was Emily with her arms up, looking as real as you or me, not transparent but sort of glowing, like an aura around her. With this sweet smi on her face, needless to say my sis freaked and shattered the milk glass all over the tile floor which awakened all of us. Of course i was told to go back to bed. My sis and mom were talking about it and my mother had said nothing of it up till now for fear of scaring us. So they both knew that they couldn't just be imagining this little girl. I have never personally seen her but i have felt her presence in my mothers house. I have a 3 year old little boy now and he goes to my mothers often since we live on her property about 200 yards from her. We were all sitting down there one evening watching the tv when my son came through the house and into the den and says that we need to help the little girl. I asked him what girl and he said Natalie (Maybe he meant Emily) He said that she has a rope around her neck and can't get it off. now i know my son wouldn't just say that out of his imagination, because he doesn't watch programs that would put that in his head. Strickly preschool shows. So we asked him to show us and he took us into his toy room and said she wasn't there anymore, but still to this day he still plays with Natalie and you can hear them playing in there like two laughing children having fun.
   Another incident here at my house. I live in a trailer on my moms property as i said before and the night i had finally settled in here I had gone to take a shower from all the cleaning in the house i had done. I looked at the clock on the stove as i went by and there are cabinets galore above it and beside it and under the sink at a right angle next to it. I got in the shower and for some strange reason i felt like i was being watched. When i got out i went to look at the clock again to see how long i was in there and all of my cabinets were open. All of them. I called my mom and told her to come and look and all she could say was that it was my granny coming to see if i had food in my house and that she had had encounters with my granny also. Who died in 99. Every year on my mothers birthday my granny would call her at a minute or two after midnight (when she was born) and tell her happy birthday. A couple of years after my granny died I was out in the woodshop with my mother making christmas ornaments on my the night before my moms birthday when my mother asked if i just touched her back and i said no i was in front of her. a few minutes passed and she asked me again with the same answer. She looked at the clock as did i and it was a little after midnight (which made it her b day). My granny was telling her happy birthday as always. My mother has had a lot of encounters that i plan on recalling to you in the near future. All is true i know as my mother would never lie about anything, she never has. Also about Emily (Natalie) when i was about 10 or so my parents added a garage to the house, which they found out that there was a flat rock that the houses foundation itself is built on that takes up quite a bit of space it is perfectly flat like it was the foundation to a former house maybe from long ago. Anyone who may know why Emily is here or what she wants please email me at the above address. Thank you.



Green House

By: Anonymous
 

I was an only child for most of my childhood. When my brother was born 8 years after I was, we had to move because our current house didn't have enough room. We rented a small green house with 3 bedrooms to live in until my house was built. My parents gave me the master bedroom because the carpet was my favorite color, red. They figured that since we wouldn't be there long , that I could have it.  The strange occurrences started in my bedroom. My closet door would never stay closed. My father changed the locks repeatedly and it never stayed closed beyond a crack. My room was always freezing. The coldness got so bad that I would sleep in my parents bedroom every night. On Christmas Day, I received a puppy. I had waited forever for a puppy so I was so excited. I decided to sleep in my bedroom that night so my new puppy could sleep with me. In the middle of the night I was awaken by my puppy, who was barking at something. As soon as I woke up I called his name and he ran to me and hid under the covers. I looked around my room and I noticed that once again it was freezing cold and saw a Shadow "float" from the corner of my room to my closet.  This scared me to death, so I ran to my parents room. They thought I was dreaming, because I was known to sleep walk. They let me sleep with them the remainder of the night.
I also remember laying in my parent's bed on some occasions with my mom and my baby brother. I always could hear people whispering, and I asked her all the time if she could hear them and she said no. We moved out to live in our new house, but I still couldn't stop thinking about our old house. So, I asked my mom if she never really saw or heard anything. She then told me that she had seen an old women standing over her bed on some nights and she would ask her what she wanted and she would just turn and walk out of the bedroom.  My mom never told me this because she knew how freaked out I had been and didn't want me to worry any more about the house. We later found out that an old woman had lived in our house long before we had moved in and had died in "my" closet of a heart attack. The old women was not found until about a week later...




Ghost Story

By: meshele_morris@hotmail.com

Three years ago, soon after being reunited with my cousin Jandi, she had her first ghost experience (at least with me around.) This was the beginning of a haunting from one of our great grandmothers, apparently named "Sarah". As it was, Jandi was running to the back yard for something, and came back pale faced. On the side of the house, something had brushed against her, and when she looked to see what it was, a vehicle with it's headlights going down the road revealed a shadow of a figure of a human, light shining through where the eyes should have been. The next day I beleive, my cousin got a clear view of the spirit and told me what she looked like. Later that day, we once again went to our great grandpa's house. Keeping what my cousin told me in mind, I observed the old family photos, one of them matching the description my cousin gave me. She told me that was her, and we asked who it was. Her name was Sarah. Sarah remained with my cousin, and Jandi was confused as to why she followed her. In a later experience without me, she spent a weekend at another cousin's house. Either that night or the next day, they found handprints on one of the kids, the prints unmatched to anyone in the house. This was another ghost, obviously an evil one. Now we understood why Sarah insisted staying with my dear cousin. The dark ghost is gone, but thankfully Sarah remains. I had my experience with Sarah last week when Jandi was sick and slept on the couch, leaving me sleeping alone. As soon as the lights went off, I knew she was there, and I became frightened, not knowing if the dark ghost had returned or it was just Sarah on guard duty. Eventually I slept, but awoke at six thirty to the same feeling. The feeling went away when I approached Jandi. She was better and we went back to her room and slept more. We all know of Sarah well now, for the next day, I recall Jandi telling my uncle about it, and he replied,"She worrying about the house ghost again?" Apparently, we all have met her.



Animal Ghosts

By: ladypercy@hotmail.com

I had a big grey cat who had to be put down when her kidneys failed. I was
heartbroken and even missed work because I was so upset.
It had been her habit to walk around on my bed at night, as I was going to
sleep, and because she was a large cat, I could feel her when she did this.
A couple of times after she died, she came to visit me. I did not see her
but I sure did feel her, walking around the bed. I spoke to her the way I
always did, called her sweet names, and sure enough, she settled down. Just
as she always had.



2 Instances

By: shuffer@mac.com


I live in Bredbury, in the United Kingdom. I have two instances of
strange occurrences to send you, both of which, I suppose, could be
explained in perfectly natural terms, but have always struck me as
paranormal.
The first happened when I was around eight or nine. My friends and I
had erected a rope swing in the local woodland park at Tandle Hills in
Oldham, Lancashire. We used to convene there most days in the early
summer evenings. We did a lot of rope-swinging, but mainly just 'hung
out'.
One particular day (it must have been a Saturday as my father and I had
just been to see Liverpool beat Manchester City at soccer) I set off
for the park a little early as I had eaten a meal whilst out. I can
remember that I felt very strange on that walk to the park; there
seemed to be very few people around on what was usually a busy suburb
and it was one of those hot orangey evenings that I now find quite
evocative.
When I reached the site of the rope swing, I was mildly surprised to
find nobody there. I put this down to my early start and mounted the
swing. As I idly dangled on the stick we had tied on the end to sit on
and the minutes ticked by, I must now confess that I began to feel more
and more uneasy. The swing was set in the classic position: the tree to
which it was attached  was on a slope with the pathway I had used on a
ridge at the top. I was about half a mile into the wood with a deserted
path visible about 100 yards away at the bottom of the slope and I
literally could not hear a thing. The floor of the wood was perpetually
covered in old leaves, the drifts of which were around a foot deep.
What happened next, I can't explain satisfactorily. I was staring at
the path at the bottom of the slope when I was grabbed very violently
from behind at the waist. Then there was a distinct feeling of a person
sliding down my legs as the rope swung with the force, then the sound
of someone hitting the floor. I was turned round by this time and
couldn't see anybody at the top of the slope. As I was spun around by
the rope, I could then see that the area at the front of the swing was
also deserted. I didn't feel scared for a while, as the whole event had
lasted about one second and had felt quite natural, like a friend
creeping up and putting the 'shits' up me. Then reality struck: there
was no way anybody could have done this without me seeing their
departure, or hearing the approach on dead leaves. I even wondered
whether it had happened at all, but I was still swinging gently from
the force of it. It actually took a while for me to pluck up the
courage to let go of the rope, but once I did, by Christ I got home
quick!
Tandle Hill Country Park was originally a hunting lodge for  a local
Lancashire baron. The woodland area was planted to discourage meetings
of disgruntled local serfs shortly before the Peterloo Massacre in the
eighteenth century.
The second event is much shorter in the telling. My friend Ian and I
started a band in 1992 and spent a long time in my room that summer
recording ourselves on a four-track reel-to-reel machine, and also
dolby cassettes on a standard player.
During one afternoon of recording, Ian and I were listening back over
the tapes, when we both stopped what we were doing and immediately
rewound the tape (dolby). We had both heard a voice (not either of
ours) shouting loudly and aggressively, with the sound of a door
slamming hard in the background. When we played it, it came again. It
appeared to be shouting 'I'VE NOT GOT IT!' followed by the slamming
door. When we cross-checked the same recording on the four-track, there
was no shout, but a very high-pitched whistling when the door slammed.
Needless to say, we were both a little freaked out and there was much
nervous chuckling, as there was no question of any such sound being
made live.
I suppose I may still have the original recordings somewhere at my
parents' house, but since seeing a trailer for the film 'White Noise' I
have been thinking about the impossible task of verifying the genuine
nature of the recordings. I remember there being a sarcastic reaction
from friends when Ian and I told them of the event and have since
realised that there is no way to prove whether our tale is true or not.
It could simply have been a faulty dolby tape, but then why the
whistling on the four- track?
Hope you find these interesting.



The Intruder

By: sunflower_jones@yahoo.com

I was living in my friend s house this summer while he was in the process of moving, in a nice old one-story house that had a bedroom addition in the back.  The house had five doors leading outside (the front door, the living room door, the study door, the kitchen door, and the door to the addition), and if you closed the middle door between the living room and kitchen, it formed two pseudo-apartments with a bathroom for each. My friend worked nights, so nearly all the windows were covered with something to block out the light.
I slept in the addition at first, but every night, I found myself feeling as though I were being watched.  I heard noises like footsteps in the grass outside, but could see nothing outside. I called my dad to come over the first night I heard them since he was only a couple blocks away, but he didn t see or hear anything. We discovered the closet there led to an opening into the attic and the closet door didn't close, so I moved to my friend s old bedroom in the middle of the house. 
His room connected to the living room and the study, the only room without electricity.  I slept only slightly better there, until one night I woke to footsteps in the kitchen, and, immediately awake, locked the door that connected me to the house just to be safe.  I was determined not to bother my dad again, but then I heard distinct footsteps right outside my bedroom door and saw a flashlight shining under the door.  Terrified, I set my alarm to go off to frighten away the intruder and called my dad. A co-worker answered the phone instead and said my dad was busy, so I told him about the flashlight. He told me to call the police and he d send dad right away. 
By the time I got off the phone with the police, the flashlight and the footsteps were gone.  Then there was a loud knock on the front door.  I didn t want the police to break down my friend s door, so I toughened up and fled to the front door.  It was my dad, and neither of us saw anyone else around.  When the police got there, I told them all the doors were locked, which they verified.  All the windows were locked and dusty, and there were no footprints in the mud surrounding the house.  My dad tried to explain it away, but even he couldn t explain how a flashlight shone under my door with the windows blacked out in that whole section.
The footsteps didn t stop, and I found I couldn t sleep in the house.  My boyfriend and I blocked every door with something heavy or noisy, like a bookcase or a huge pile of pans, and I slept on the floor in the middle of the house.  I would wake up every hour or so to check each door, and couldn t stand to go near the study for some reason.
The more I tried to catch the footsteps, the worse I slept, and the house started to get infested with bugs, constantly.  My boyfriend and I set off a bug bomb every other week, and I started sleeping every weekend at his place about an hour away.  When we moved most of the furniture to my friend s new place, it only seemed to make it worse, though it all stopped when he was there. I figured they couldn t resist his charm anymore than the living could, and they missed him.  Or they'd just gotten used to him in the eight years he'd lived there and didn't appreciate the intruder he'd left in their home.
Finally I just moved into the front half of the house and shut the kitchen/living room door.  I promised whatever spirits that I would stay in my half if they would stay in theirs.  I wouldn t go through the door at night then except very rarely to get food from the kitchen, and even then I would promise to leave quickly and apologize for disturbing them.  When I hosted parties, they were given their private rooms.  They didn t seem to mind as long as I gave them a space. Then I could sleep again, though I still couldn t stand to be near the study, day or night.  Although it was in my half, I wouldn t sleep in the bedroom it connected to unless my boyfriend was there, and even then I slept right next to the other door.
When I moved out, I told one of our friends I thought it was haunted.  She told me she knew, and my friend who lived there had befriended the ghosts and given them names like the one at her house.  After the naming, he d never had any problems with them.  I never saw the ghosts, but there was no question to anyone who d been there as to whether or not they were there.  I m sure they ll still be there to greet the next owners of the house too.



Our Extra Resident

By: Dcompton86@aol.com

My family and I have just realized that there is a ghost living with us - like an extra resident sharing our apartment.  I had noticed several weird happenings since we moved the the apartment in which me and my parents currently live.  We have lived here for almost a year, but the ghost has only seemed to show up in the past couple of months.  I had noticed every since we moved in here, that if I am in the kitchen alone, it feels like someone is watching me and is in there with me though. 
A few months back, I was talking on the phone late at night and I happened to look out my window and seen this weird face staring back in at me.  I didn't notice too much of it at that time since I freaked out and closed the curtain quickly.  I had seen a ghost before - the story is on this site somewhere - but it didn't surprise or scare me like this - it might be since I knew who the other ghost was.  The part I could remember was that it had a long scar on it's face and had a mean face.
The rest of the happenings have happened in the past week or so - the date as I am submitting this is January 2, '05.  I was walking out my fiance one night and seen this figure run across the yard.  It appeared out of no where a few doors down, ran past our apartment - ducking under a tree, a ran around the side of our apartment - disappearing into thin air before it should have been out of sight.  The door to our kitchen - keep in mind - is at the back of our apartment.
Then one night my fiance and I was walking downstairs (again late at night - we're late night birds) and smelled the scent of really strong coffee.  I heard a sound that was just like someone stirring a cup of coffee - like one does after putting cream or sugar into it.  We looked through the living room and kitchen - the only two rooms downstairs - and didn't find anyone or a pot of coffee.  The doors were locked also, so no one could have left the house without us knowing it.
The next night my fiance was over again visiting, and while I was walking him out, I heard some noises coming from the kitchen.  I didn't look in there, but Chris (my fiance) did.  The description of the ghost is in the following paragraph.  He didn't tell me he seen it that night, but I did notice he looked scared.  He wound up walking me in there to investigate so I wouldn't be looking around alone.  I had to go in there to do dishes or something - and he feared me being alone.
He says he saw a greyish figure sitting in one of the kitchen chairs. He said it was a man who was about six foot tall.  The figure had a week-old beard, really short to no hair, and a scar on his face.  There was something weird about his eyes - like the man hadn't slept in a long time.  He could make out that the figure was also holding a mug of coffee in one hand.  He said the figure also stood up at one point and started walking around the kitchen.
Another day, he was here again and me, him, both of my parents, my sister and her husband, and her three kids were all sitting in the living room.  We were breaking some bad news gently to my mother.   Chris says he suddenly got this really strange feeling like someone was standing in that hall by the kitchen though we were all in the living room.  He didn't brave up to look closely and he never saw anyone, but the feeling was enough to know someone was there.
The latest - and kind of the freakiest event - just happened last night.  I had already went in my room to get online and my parents went up to their room a few minutes later.  My mother says she seen this shadow walk up the stairs behind them - and after they went in my room - the shadow continued to proceed down the hall to my room.  I guess the shadow - who I take it was the ghost - must have vanished before he entered my room since I never saw him in here.
Another strange feeling I can remember about our kitchen is the feeling that both me and Chris get that something bad happened there.  It is like a feeling of claustrophobia and dread once we get down the hallway right near the kitchen.  He has read somewhere that people with some disorders (like the epilepsy I have and the bipolar he has) are more likely to sense and be sensed back by ghosts.  I am really starting to wonder if this is true. 
Anyway, the ghost so far has been friendly.  He scared me the night he appeared at my bedroom window, but he hasn't tried to bring on harm to anyone.  It is like he barely notices us and that we live here too.  I am more than willing to leave it like that for now.  I have heard of cases where ghosts try to hurt people and I am happy for that.  We have nicknamed the ghost "Mr. Kitchen Ghost" since he hangs around our kitchen - and he has been called "Mr. Ghost" for short sometimes.




My House is Haunted by 6 Ghosts


By: Lane8434@aol.com

 I live in a small Texas town, named boerne. I am 35 years old and marreid. I have rwo children and two dogs. We moved into this house back in 1993. Its a small, 3 bedroom 2 bath house way out in the country. The house was said to be built back in the late 40's. 2 other families had lived there before we moved in , and the first family had lost a child, who died in the house in my daughter's bedroom. My daughter has ran into our room in the middle of the night screaming, " Theres a Baby in my room! Theres a Baby in my room!"
Every time we run in there, only to find nothing. We started to call the baby ghost "Fred".
Thats ghost 1. Ghost 2, or ," The demon ghost" as we call it, haunts me and my wifes walk in closet. We are awaken many times in the middle of the night to banging and clashing and curse words being yelled comming from the closet. One morning, after I woke up, i walked into the closet and found one of the crusafics inverted that was hanging on the wall. Ghost 3, or " the Old lady ghost" haunts my sons room. She is a very kind spirit , who makes my son's bed on some ocasions, and turns his tv off when hes supposed to be sleeping! Yes, it freaks him out, but we like her. Sometimes we can hear him arguing with her over turning the tv back on. Ghost 4, or the "Kitchen ghost", obviousley haunts the kitchen. Pots and pans fly across the kitchen sometimes and plates shatter. Ghost 5 , has been seen on many occasions in the backyard, standing by a barbwire fence. We call her Molly. Sometimes she pics flowers out of our garden. Ghost 6 , is Bo. Bo was my dog that i had for 10 years. I have seen him walk into my room and when i run in there hes gone. I hav also seen him sleeping on the couch and then disapear. Well, those are all of my ghosts. Thank you for taking the time to listen to my story.




My Encounters

By: kezi123@direcway.com



1) I lived in Imogene, Minnesota. A little town with about 19 people. My family, (consi-
sting of my Mother,adopted Dad(Russ), and step-brother(Tim)and me) lived in the oldest
house which used to be an old train depot. It was a two story house w/ a basement.
At the time of this encounter, I was about 10 years old and Tim was about 14. The story
of the house was that the owner of the house had died on the couch, drunk. That he had
placed the couch over a heating vent, and he layed down on it, and fell asleep. Eventually
when the heat came in the house, the couch caught fire and torched the man alive. So once
in a while when it was late, Tim and I would be watching t.v.. We both could hear the man
calling to his wife, who had moved out of the house after he had died. "Marry lee, come
here darling." We never saw him we could just here him. We knew he was there because there
would be drawers open, faucets turned on, washing machine and dryers started without any
clothes in them. After a while we got used to it, never really bothered us. Except once.
The whole family was sitting in the living room talking, and the tv turned on. What was
weird about it was that both remotes to the t.v., were sitting on top of the t.v.. Explain
that. Because no one in my family could.
2) Remember how I told you about my little un-populated town? well here another encounter
with my haunted town. My family's house was on the corner of the main street (Railroad st.
and Peach st.) There was a little white house on the corner of Peach and Cherry st. In that
house, there lived a elderly man, Earl. My mother and I had just recently moved in with my
adopted Dad and Step-brother, when he dad of an un-known reason. But, he had died in his
house. Well,years went by, Tim and I hadn't thought about it until Earl came back to visit his house.
It was summer time, when Tim and I wear walking down the street to our friend Jason's.
(Jason lived at the end of Cherry street) We were rounding the corner when I noticed some-
one moving around in the house. Because if you look at the house, it is really rundown.
The ceiling is caved in all the windows nocked out, you get the point. So it was pretty easy
to see into the house. I told Tim about who I saw. He admitted to have seen Earl too. So
the day after, we went over to Earls old house. Nothing looked like it had been moved, or
out of place. So we went home. Once in a while before I moved to Wisconsin with my Mother,
away from Russ and Tim, Tim and I would wake past the house and see him there. We just fig-
ured that he felt more comfortable there. So he lived there alive and dead. Kinda creepy.
Thanks for listening let me know what you all think.



This is My Story

By: einar214@hotmail.com

Hi, I would like to start by saying that I am glad that I am not the only one who has had these strange encounters with the unknown. I started to talk to people who have made an efford of undertanding these things. All of them had not heard of my kind of experience, wich made me doubt that it was real. But your stories have convinced me that it was real
Most people say that I am to young to know about anything of this sort since I am only 20 years old. My first was when I was about 12 years of age. I fell asleep on the sofa watching TV. My parents were having dinner with some friends and my oldest brother was babysitting me and my 2 other brothers. I lived in a house that had 2 floors. My brothers were downstairs playing and they didnt hear me when I screamed. My house was not that big so it´s not possible that they couldn´t have heard me. I woke after having slept for maybe 30 minutes at the sound of someone sitting down next to me on the sofa. My heart jumped and I screamed my lungs out at what I saw. There was a girl sitting next to me, she looked pale and almost transparent. She had a look of a person who wanted to cry. She reached out and grabbed my arm. Her touch was as cold as ice. I panicked and ran down the stairs still screaming. My brothers asked me what was wrong and I told them. Ofcourse they didnt believe me. I mean who would if a 12 year old came running screaming and said that he had just seen a ghost.
I didn´t see her again after that. But that hasn´t been my only encounter with these sort of things. But I am only gonna give you one other story.
This happend when I was 18 years old. I was still living in that house. By then I had felt and seen many strange and scary things in there. My parent didn´t believe me and only my youngest brother had felt the spirits in my home. This one happend when I was coming home from work. I worked at a gas station at the time that was open 24/7. It was about 2 am and everybody except me were asleep. I came in and went straight to my room. Being the nightperson that I am I was usually up until the earlymornings and slept most of the day. I sat in my room reading when I heard a noise coming from the corridor outside my bedroom. I thought somebody was awake and decided to say hi since I hadn´t seen anyone since this morning. It had just turned 3 am. When I opend the door I heard a women shout "Leave me alone" and then a door slam. I didnt pay much attention to it since my parent were having problems at the time. I then started for the kitchen and heard that someone was opening and closing the closets in there. That I was used to since it happend almost everynight. But I decided to go in there anyway since it always stopped when somebody came in. As I came in I heard a women crying, I stopped dead in my tracks. I heard shuffling of feet behind me and turned. I saw a man looking straight at me, he looked like he was saying something but there was no sound. Then he started to move toward me but he vanished before he came into armsreach.
One final word. Playing with something you dont understand or think is harmless concerning the spirit world is always very dangerous. Not all the stories are true, but some are. I have it as a personal rule not to meddle with things that can be the cause for harm like oujia boards. They are very dangerous! If you make the connection to the spirit world and you dont know how to close it you could unleash something that is not of this world and was not supose to be in it. Most spirits will leave you alone and not bother or even let you see them, but there are some who have the intent of causing harm.
For the host of this site. I give my person to let others view this and that includes posting it on your website. Feel free to check my spelling since I am not from an english speaking country. 
I would like to keep my name away from this. For personal reasons =)
Could it be possible to send me an email if you decide to use this story




Occurances at Walla Halla in Columbus, Ohio

By: akatheman82584@yahoo.com

Hi,   Me and a couple of friends went to walla halla tonight.  We actually went back 3 times because we were not sure of what we saw.  Every time we were there, we experienced different super natural events.  The first time there was one candle light on in the house.  The second time we went back there we saw a light flickering in a window which soon went out.  The third time we went by there was a figure staring at us.  The figure never moved but gave off an earie feeling and kept staring at us with never moving.  We got scared as hell and quickly left.  When we returned home, we were looking up the sightings at walla halla and we heard music comming from the speakers on my tv which was turned off.  There was a womans voice comming through the speakers saying "I'm comming to get you" and then laughter.  This went on for about 3 minutes and then it stopped.  I don't know if that means anything to you but that was some experience.....Also as documented the car sped up.  We were not fortunate enough to stay till midnight to see if there was anything else going on.  But tomorrow night we are going back around midnight to see if any of these unexp ined occurances can be explained.  If you would like to know more about this situation, we would be happy to tell you more in detail.  Also the gas pedal of the car kinda seemed to have a mind of it's own because while we were outside of the house, we had the car in neutral and the engine excellerated without anyone touching the gas pedal and we seemed to pick up speed even thought we were in neutral.   Thanks for listening and for any additional information please e-mail us back at akatheman82584@yahoo.com



Mysterious Toilet Flushings at The Stanley Hotel

By: Scline707@cs.com
 

In September 2004 I stayed at the Stanley Hotel in Estes Park, CO for my best friend's wedding.  There is a bathroom with black and white tile directly below the grand staircase and it is accessible by another staircase leading straight down to the lower level.  I walked in to use the ladies room and noticed that I was the only one in there.  During the time I was fussing to get off my pantyhose and adjust my bridesmaid dress so I could use the toilet, I felt as though I was being watched and not alone.  I brushed off the feeling and contributed it to my over-active imagination because I had heard stories about this famous hotel.  Just as I was finishing up and about to reach down and flush the toilet, all the toilets in the bathroom flushed simultaneously (excluding mine), startling me.  I burst out of the stall to look around because I didn't hear anyone come in while I was in the stall.  Sure enough no one had come in and I was still alone.  Spooked, I checked all the toilets to see if maybe the automatic sensors had malfunctioned, knowing that the toilet I used didn't have an automatic sensor, and sure enough none of the other toilets had automatic sensors.  As I stood in the middle of the empty bathroom trying to solve the mystery of the flushing toilets, that feeling of not being alone increased.  Something was in there with me that I couldn't see and it felt like it was moving in on me, getting closer fast. At that point I decided to high tail it out of there not bothering to wash my hands or to finish flushing my toilet.  Later on I decided to ask at the front desk if they had ever heard of anyone commenting on mysterious toilet flushings in that bathroom.  The guy behind the desk gave me a strange look and said no.  By the expression on his face it seemed he had more to say but changed his mind and didn't.  Other than that, my stay at the Stanley hotel was without anymore supernatural incidents.  It's a beautiful hotel and I recommend it to all.


My Interesting Story


By: hazelduncan@austarnet.com.au

let me start by saying, i am only young well 16 to be exact. but please dont let that discourage you. like many other cases i beleive the paranormal have "followed" my family for generations. when i was 10 i moved to a house in the country. thats when it all started. at first it was just little things like putting stuff down in one place and it turnes up down the other end of the house five minuets later. then it moved to slightly larger things like the television would mute itself, or turn up really really loud or turn so quiet it may as well be muted. then once again it got worse. when i was about 12 years of age 9i had spent the night talking to my mother about my grandfather (her dad) that i barely new, he had died when i was 8. after having a long conversation about the man that raised her i went to bed. in my room my bed is puished up against a solid besser brick wall, i was dozing of slowly when i was startled by the feeling of 2 hands apon my shoulders. the feeling wasnt scary it was warm like some one was just letting me no that they where there. i never told any one about that due to the fact they had never really spoken to me about any other occurences. nothing seemed to happen for a long time then when i was about 14 it started again but this time it was different. one night i had just finished in the shower when i heared my naem being called. thinking it was my mother i replied  "what". there was no answer i finished in the bathroom and went out to see what mum wanted me for she said i never called you. and my farther was away on a hunting trip at the time and my mum is a typicall female and her favorite telivisoin programm was on and nothing could budge her from that chair not even an axe weilding maniac so it couldnt have been her. the thing was about the voice was it wasnt mean or scary sounding at was angelic and sweet. from then on many things just like that carried on. some times i would be at the computer while at home by myself and i woyuld her my naem in the same sweet voice and then the computer would shut down ther screen would just go blank. for about a year things like tis happened then one day the thing that i think proves im not insane, my now ex boyfriend heared the sweet voice calling me and he asked if it was my mother and i repleid no because she had gone to town to get the groceries. hre asked wot it was and i said i didnt no and that it had been hapening for a while we just left it at that. about 6 months later i was at home with my mum and she wanted to watch her program, she said to me could i please wake her up when it came on i told her that i would. me being hoplessly unreliable when it comes to staying awake fell asleep. wheni awoke my mum was awake watching her program and i apologised fro not waking her and she said it didnt matter because she had woken up just as it started by some one wispering her name in her ear. after about a month i then encured a messy break up with my boy friend. about a month later i had a new boy friend thats when it got really strange one night he was stayin at my house he had fallen asleep in my bed so i slept in the spare room. during the middle of the night he had awoken to go to the bathroom when he returned to my bed room he loaid down in my bed and was startled by ther sound of a man growling in the bottom of their throat he thought nothing of it until it happened a few seconds later and again a few seconds after that. hes 18 and he hid under the blankets and was to afraid to look out in case it got him. he woke up in the morning and asked both my parents and myself if they had tried to scare him in the night they both repleid no and i sllep like a log and unless i was dreaming i dont think it was me. since then nothing much has happened the occasional voice and things going missing but nothing to dramatic. i have now learnet to live with the ghost that live with me because ino that that they arent bad spirits becaus eof the good feeling they give me when they are around. as for my boyfriend being grolwled at i have put it down to a fried of the family that commited suiced when i was young and according to my parents i was the apple of his eye he treated my like his own so thank you so much for taking the time to read my story and put up with my dodgy spelling.



  Video Store Haunting

By: Greg.Neumann@target.com

I'm not quite sure I really believe in all the ghost stories most people tell, but this one, while some could be attributed to being self created is quite odd and I assure you the physical parts of the story are completely true.  My family owned a video rental store and after a few years we moved to expand.  We began to occupy two normal slots in a strip mall.  We tore down the wall separating the main parts of both units but left the wall in the back room in tact.  It really all started because my sister and I, both in our late teens/early twenties refused to go into the back of the second space because we always felt really uncomfortable.  It was nothing we could explain, just creepy.  Overtime we began to notice that customers routinely complained about the corner in the front room right by the place my sis and I refused to go.  Most of the time they just told us it was really cold, but a few definately seemed to be uneasy.  One saturday night the store was quite busy and my sister and I were working up at the front counter.  After a rush one of our normal customers came up to us and just out of the blue told us "What is here won't hurt you."  We didn't really think too much of it at the time because she had always seemed a little off, but it was a little odd all the same.  Over the next week some odd things kept happening.  I was closing the store and counting the drawer up front when I heard about ten clicking noises coming from the back corner that was always cold.  I figured it was just the building settling or what not, but when I walked back to close up the store I noticed that on the top shelf of one of the stands every movie box was now face down on the shelf. Again, I sort of figured it was just some customer being careless.  I set the boxes back up (They were angled about 30 degress backwards) went into the back room, turned off the lights and when I was making my way to the door I heard the noise again and sure enough the movie boxes were all back down.  I hightailed it home and didn't bother picking up the boxes.  After a few days my father mentioned to me that each time I closed he was noticing that corner was always messed up so I told him what had happened.  he didn't really believe me at first but my sister began confirming that the same had also happened to her multiple times. Intrigued he began to start asking the customer that had told us "it won't hurt you" some questions.  He arranged for them to come in a few weeks later after hours to investigate with some friends that like this sort of thing.  In the mean time I had a friend come from out of town and once he heard of the "haunting" he wanted to check it out first hand.  When we arrived the movies on the same shelf, once again, were all face down.  We started talking about the possiblilty of having a ghost and then all of a sudden a sign that was suspending from the ceiling began to turn very rapidly.  it was quite heavy and no air flow had started so this freaked us all out a little.  It was turning really fast and then begun to start the other way to unwind the string it was suspended by.  Nothing too out of the ordinary until it came to a dead stop once the string had un-wound.  Something that heavy spinning that fast would have enough momentum to start winding the string the opposite direction a few times, but it just stopped quite abrubtly.  When the "ghost hunters" came in they said there was definately a presence whose name was Michael whose family owned the land previously.  Apparently the one unit that had issues was by an old well that Michael fell into and died.  I'm not really sure I believe that but that's the explaination we got.  All I know is that I hated closing the store and almost everytime I would find the same videos knocked over on the same shelf.



Similar to Dave Julianos' story

By: aldenkaty23@yahoo.com

As I was reading your story my eyes started to water because it was so familiar to me. When I was younger I lived in a 2 family home, on the bottom floor. It was an old home, not sure what year but it had a maid pantry with a hole to the top floor to shimmy food up to the floor above it.  I shared a room with my sister who was only 5 months old. I don't remember when it started, but one night, a felt something was behind me while I was lying in bed. Then I felt tapping on my shoulder, then a giggle and some words I couldn't understand followed. I wouldn't look directly at it because I was too scared. But out of the corner of my eye I saw that it almost looked like one of those troll dolls, but life like. It was wearing a purple cape (that's the only way I can explain it anyway) and it seemed to be about 2 feet tall with a large head. But it would come almost every night, unless I made my little sister sleep in the bed with me. There were some nights I would try to stay up so that it wouldn't come, and as I would watch the digital clocks' numbers change they would start going faster and faster until it was actually morning. A few times while my mom was walking upstairs from the kitchen (which was located in the cellar) a man would appear directly next to her in the window. She would drop anything that she was holding and run upstairs and call the police. I knew it wasn't a real person, because my brother who was only 3 kept saying clown and pointing to the window. The cops came and never found any evidence of anything outside the window. No footprints or anything. There would be writing on the mirrow backwards in lipstick, clothes ripped out of the drawers. Everyone except me thought that it was a burglar or some neighborhood kids pulling pranks. because no one ll believe me when I tell them about the thing that used to come to me at night. Ironically, a couple of months after these things were happening, our house caught fire 2 days before christmas and we lost everything. We  eventually moved back into the house but I never saw anything ever again. And I never fully told this story until now, because no one would ever believe it.
Thanks for reading.   



The Basement

By: papaou@sbcglobal.net

A friend of the family had purchased a home in one of the earliest additions of Oklahoma City(okc)  A very large two story affair with a large basement which had at one time  a coal heating unit for heating the house.  My work was generally on the first floor but at times I had to go into the basement.  While walking down the steps I began to get an uneasy feeling and felt compelled to peer around before fully going into the room.  Once down the uneasiness became sheer fear which centered around where the furnace had been.  I got out of there as fast as I could.  From then on an evil presence made itself known at the top of the steps but did not enter the house proper.  My Father began having the same feelings as I.  From then on we worked in the basement together.  We could still feel the presence but not as strong.  One evening my Dad brought his dog a full grown husky with him.  Thor would not enter the house.  He went up on the porch and that was it.  Needless to say we were happy to finish and have never returned to the place.  That was near thirty years ago.  Never had that feeling before or since.  I even worked on another house in the neighborhood with no problem.



W.C fields

By: Quazy1032@aol.com
 

In 1973 I lived with my parents in a nice house in a residential area. One day for some reason I was taking a nap in my brothers room to this day I don't no why. I had my own room. I was in a sound sleep and all of a sudden I felt someone breathing on me I opened my eyes and saw a man's face right in my face not one inch away staring at me all of a sudden my Mother opened the door the same time I was getting ready to scream. I said didn't you see that man she looked at me funny and closed the door. I wasn't tried anymore and I went to my bedroom and listen to music, pink Floyd Dark Side of the Moon. I had a door in my room that went into the backyard all my friends came to that door to see me. My girlfriend came over and I told her what just happened and she said right some man was in your brothers room. I said Yes it was so weird and that was that, I didn't speak of it again. Until years later My Mother told me a story of on her wedding night some man was at the foot of her bed staring at her. I asked her if he looked like W. C. Fields she said kinda he had on a top hat and tails. I said the man that came to me had on a top hat and tails. My older sister was sitting on the coach and said WAIT A DARN MINUTE, I've seen that same man on my wedding night too. He had on a top hat and tails and his cheeks were Rosy. I said Yes. I asked my Mother who could it be? She thought for a moment and said I think its my Grandfather he's been dead for over 50years now and now that I think of it, it might be him watching us. My brother has never said a word about seeing this man and one day his daughter came to me and said Aunt Carolyn I had a terrible nightmare last night, this old man was in my room staring at me. I said did he have a top hat and tails on she said YES YES he did. This isn't a scary story its a story of someone who fallows are family and watches over us the weird thing is he only watch's us girls. I'm sure every family has someone that watches over them and our man is in fact a family member. In life he was a great Judge and Lawyer in Ohio his best friend was Clarence Darrow a great lawyer himself and a man to be reckon with. I was doing some research on Great Grand Dad and found an old photo of him and sure enough it's him. My other niece has seen him too so now he's been to all the female members of the family with a watchful eye, my younger sister got killed in 1985 on a motorcycle very sad story and she saw him too. I just wish he would have spoken to any of us if I see him again I'll let you know I've only seen him once we all have only seen him once in our life's. I wonder what he wanted us to know! It's strange that one man could make his rounds to all of us. He just wanted to let us know he's here and watching....and waiting



Unsure

By: teresa.friel.sjr9@statefarm.com

I have had more than one experience in more than one place. As a child I would see things at the house we lived in and in my great grandmothers house. Starting with my great grandmothers house it consisted of eight rooms and a built in back porch that had a door that led to a very creepy cellar, my great grandmother always told the story of mr and mrs miiligan visiting often( those were the previous owners who had died) she had a picture of these people but it was nothing we ever thought twice about or did we believe the story, in the attic a story was told of someone falling and splitting open their head on the attic floor and the blood had soaked into the wood floor I guess the people tried to clean the wood floor but it was hopeless so they just replaced the boards that were covered, when the boards were replaced the next day the floor was checked on by the people and when they opened the door and flipped on the light the floor where the original stain was had came back onto the new floor and the reason I believe this is I have been in that attic several times and I seen the stain. If you looked at the stain you can see it is blood that has stained it. At the top of the stairs to your right is the attic door, to your left is one bedroom
And straight ahead is another bedroom if you turn left in this bedroom theres another bedroom straight off of that one,when I was about 3 or 4 I was sleeping in the room straight at the top of the stairs along with my grandmother and my sister my parents were sleeping in the room off of that room, my bed was facing the door that led into my parents room, I woke up in the middle of the night and was scared by it being dark so I started to cry my mother came out to check on me turned on the light and comforted me and then returned to her room I saw her close her door as I layed there trying to get comfortable I remember looking back towards their bedroom door I saw a black out line of a women standing in the door way I thought it was my mother checking on me so I called out to her but received no answer as I called agin still no answer(which would have been very unlike my mother not to answer) I started to cry and then scream I woke the whole house when my parents came into the room I heard my mom open the door I told them what I saw and no-one believed me but my great grandmother and my father. For years my fathers side of the family has seen things that would curl a straight haired persons hair .
My great uncle would see things they said was so ugly it frightened  my other uncle who had seen it one night along with him
My dad was  16 and crawled in bed with his mom and dad because where they lived he would see things that frightened him but never like the one that grabbed him from under his bed he refused to sleep in that room for awhile. This house that we lived in you had to walk through my parents room to get to mine there was nights that I would wake up and things would be standing by my door looking in at me I would be so frightened I couldn't scream or cry or even speak after it was gone I would scream till my parents would come get me my mom always told me I was dreaming but my dad knew, now my oldest son and my youngest son see things to where my middle son has never had any experiences, my oldest says when he would be at school in the lunch line at his elementary school he would see kids he could see through, my youngest son when we bought our first house was only 2 when he turned 3 he would wake up and ask me to ask the man to stop talking to him he said the man would stand by his closet door needless to say he slept with us for along time when he did return to his room he would cry and said the man was beside his bed as he and I were talking, I switched our rooms hoping it wouldn’t bother him anymore he woke up one evening needing to go to the bathroom ( I should say our bedrooms were in a finished basement)
So I took him upstairs to the bathroom got  him a drink and returned to his room I got him tucked in and just layed down myself when he let out a shreak that woke eveyone we ran to him and he was white as a sheet and was breathing so fast we had to take him out of the room before he would calm down when we finally got what happen out of him it frightened me I wouldn’t let any of my boys sleep in that room for a while, after I tucked him in  he says he looked over to where the extension cord was plugged in he says his brothers coat flew into the room from behind the basement stairs and was pulling on the extension card and then turned and laughed at him and it had no face it was just black I locked myself in the basement after that and told what ever was there "you can stay I don’t care but leave my boys alone they are just children and your frightening them after I told my dad what happened he done the same thing but never told me until I had told him what I had done he had no other incidents after that but my dog would stand at the top of our steps that led to the basement and turn his head like he was looking at something then just jump like someone or something would startle him he had to be carried into the basement refused to go down on his own and would put up a fight while my husband was carring him sometimes you just don’t know why some people experience these things while others don’t.




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