Spectral Sensations

By: kribor@bigpond.com.au

I have read so many of the stories on this site (ghost stories) and mine don't really rival any of these but I am pretty positive that I have had some real experiences of my own.
I have had these experiences while in Europe - in Slovenia to be precise.  I don't know why they seem to be so strong there but I don't seem to notice things as much as when I am there. 
I was at a monument after hiking up to it.  I remember thinking what a horrible monument and atmosphere surrounding it.  It was a memorial to WWII victims.  There was some underground memorial type of thing but I didn't really know what it was because I don't know much of the Slovenian language.  All I knew was that there was the most horrible feeling about this underground thing and I refused to go anywhere near it, I wouldn't even go near the entrance.  I found out later that people were killed under there by the nazis.  No wonder there was such an horrific atmosphere about it.
I also have been in really old buildings in Slovenia, some at least 500 years old, some much older and I have felt hands touch me.  I have felt this so strongly that I have looked around me and asked other people if they touched me and they just think I am being funny and think that I am behaving strangely, because they swear they haven't touched me or been near me.  It has not been frightening when I have felt these "spirit hands" touch me, just odd and surprising.  I just wish I knew how to ask them what they wanted.  Although I am sure we couldn't communicate due to the language barrier (I guess that still applies in the spirit world?).
Other than these types of experiences, I don't actually tend to see ghosts and don't really hear them either.  I feel spirits (I think, sometimes) but I think perhaps they are spirit guides or guardian angels.  At least that is what I think and they generally don't leave me with any nasty feelings or fear.
Hope this is not too long or too boring for you all.



The Girl On The Train

By: Michelle.Turner@iag.com.au


The company I work for has given me for the last few months the 11am-8pm shift. I take the train to and from work and on the way home its never really busy. Now one night a few months ago I got on the train headed for home and my journey takes about thirty minutes.
I noticed that the only person in my carriage was a young girl of about 15. She was in a school uniform and I thought to myself that it seemed a little late for her to be out. But then I figured it was none of my business and settled down with my magazine. After a few minutes I heard a soft crying and looked to see her looking out the window and wiping away some tears. I felt sad that such a pretty young girl was alone and crying on the train at night. I felt the urge to go up to her but didnt. I did however occasionally glance at her over the top of my magazine.
Every now and then she would stand up as we approached a station and walk over to the door. However she never got off. After 20 minutes or so I looked up to see her staring right at me from where she was sitting which was about 6 feet from me. I asked her if she was ok and needed any help and she just gently shook her head, still looking really sad and her cheeks wear damp from tears.
I gave her a small smile and went back to my magazine. As we approached the next station I looked to see if she went to the door again. She didnt and the train departed again with her still near me. I may have had my head in my magazine but my mind was ticking over and wondering just what her story was. I decided to move closer to her and see if I could help her. I put my magazine away and looked up again, but she was gone.
It was within a space of 10-15 seconds since I last saw her and I had seen her after the train had departed the current stop. I began to feel a little scared as it was a very open carriage and I could see the entire length. She was not one board. I walked over to where  I last saw her and felt the seat, it was warm.
Now I was really scared and gathered all mm things and walked over to the door as we were approaching the end of the line and that was my stop. I hurried to meet my fiance as he picks me up from the station in the evening. I wanted to tell him of what happened but didnt want him to think I was crazy. When we got home I sat down with am coffee and a cigarette and put it out of my mind. Only a little while later when the uplate news came on, did it all come back to me. The news reader was saying of a school girl who had slipped off the edge of the train platform that day. The train was less then 5 metres away when she fell and she had no chance of survival.  All I could look at though was the photo of the girl from the train smiling back at me from my tv screen. And all I could hear was her sobbing parents giving statements of how she was such a loving girl and was loved by all.
The next screen showed police all over the train platform earlier that day and I caught a glimpse of the station name. Yes, it was the very station in which she had disappeared seconds after we departed that evening. I went to bed that night and shed a few tears of my own and prayed to god that he help her cross over into his world and that he watch over her family.



No Sleep

By: acidtears6969@hotmail.com

when I was around the age of 12 and living in a home that I had lived in since I was 2.  I saw a figure that to this day I still remember like it were yesterday and I am now almost 22.  The home that I lived in was an older home and as strange as it might seem, when someone was watching tv downstairs I could hear it.  One night I could hear the tv on so I went downstairs to see if someone were stil up b/c I was having trouble sleeping.  As figured my father who had a habit of falling asleep with the tv on was fast asleep on the couch.  Our stairs had posts that you could peep through clearly seeing the living room and the dining room and that's where I sat aand saw my dad sleeping.  Then I noticed something out of the blue nealing on the floor in the enterence way of our living room.  I thought that it was my eyes playing tricks on me for a moment but they were not.  It was a young girl no older then 8 or 9 maybe younger, wearing a long old fastion night gown, with long dark kinda curly hair.  She just sat there so still and continued to look into the living room.  Then her head turned and looked right at me.  I had goosebumps and the hair on the back of my neck was standing at attention.  The only problem was that she had no eyes meerly just 2 black holes.  My heart stopped right there and I slowly climbed the stairs back up to my room.  The only thing I can remeber thinking on the way back to my room was "Please don't appear infront of me, b/c I don't know what I'll do".  I went back to my room hid under the blanket and stayed there.  Lets just say that I didn't get much sleep that night or any other night for some time.



The Bouncing Ball

By: sur_side_loko13@yahoo.com

My name Is Randy , and id like to share a story with yall . It happend last year when i went
to visite my aunt in mexico. Just before i went to visite her . my little cousin past away
he was 6.  he had a Ball that he would always play with. he would spend all day playin with it in the hall way . well i seen the ball in the hall way . and asked my aunt about it . and asked why she kept it.she never answered me. but that first night I found out why she kept it when i was sleeping I heared the ball hitting the wall  . I got up to look down the hall way I seen the ball bouncing  but nobody was their when i turned around to go back to the room . I heared
a little kids laughter. the next day i told my aunt. but she told me that it was only my imagination. But i know thats why she kept that ball. so that night before i went to bed I got the ball and took the air out and put it up in the closet. that night i woke up to sound of  crying
i could barely hear but I could  . I peaked thru the hall way . and heared it down the hall way I went back to bed . the next day i put the ball back. I know that was my cousin crying for his ball. My Aunt finally told me about the ball. and That little juans spirite is still playin with it .  and that he loved that ball.  and that when he past away he was holding it as if to never letting go .



Barking Dogs

By: Robertglmpc@aol.com
 
I've only had a few events in my life that could be considered paranormal, and only one that seems worth mentioning here. Before I describe it, I have to say that although I find ghosts and other supernatural events interesting, I'd have to personally witness something to really believe that it actually happened. Anyhow, this is my story ... after I was discharged from the military, my wife and I lived at my mom's house for about a year. One day I heard a rhythmic tapping in the foyer by the front door. When my wife and I went see what was causing it, we found that it was coming from the ceiling light in the foyer. This light was recessed into the ceiling with an opaque glass panel that concealed the light fixture and bulb. It was this piece of glass that was fluttering, almost as though a moth were trapped inside. I turned on the light but couldn't see anything so I reached up and pushed the glass into the ceiling. The tapping stopped while I had my hand on the glass, but as soon as I took my hand away, it started to flutter at the same rapid tempo and there was no insect inside the light.
We stood there and watched this for at least a minute and the whole time I was trying to think of an explanation for this event. At first I thought maybe it was a minor earthquake, but mom's house was full of knickknacks and nothing else was shaking. Then I thought something outside, like a large truck or a jackhammer might be causing it, so I opened the front door. That's when it really got strange, because the instant I opened the door, the glass stopped shaking and every dog on the block started barking. And I don't mean one dog started to bark and then others picked it up and so on, I mean they all started to bark like crazy all at once! It was absolute pandemonium for more than a minute. This all happened in broad daylight and I went outside and drove around the neighborhood but I couldn't find anything that would explain what happened that day.
It's been almost twenty years, and the only explanation I can come up with is really corny...
I think some kind of spirit was in mom's house and when I opened the door, it was released and that's what made the dogs bark. If anyone has ever had an experience like mine or has a better explanation, I'd love to here it


What Was That?

By: marymoon66_55@hotmail.com

Hi,my name is Julie and i am from Québec,Canada.I'd like to share my recent experience with you.It did not happen in my home(for once!)It happened 5 days ago in the house of the people who live face from my home.These people are not only neighbors,they are friends too.So for the Christmas vacations, they went out on a trip,and let the house empty.Before they go, they asked me if it were not too much to take a look from times to others,to prevent from fires or burglars? all right i said,knowing that they would do the same if i'd ask it from them.One afternoon,i was checking by my window through their,to see if everything was ok.After 2 mins looking, i saw someone,only a not clear shape pass from their kitchen,walk straight in their corridor that leads to their living room,and go in it.(these 3 parts of the house have bay windows+a front door in their corridor)Not only that, it turned the tv on.I was wondering what to do,if i should tell my boyfriend to go see,but i did not.I stood in my window,watching the tv playing,wondering who the hell was in their house,but then the tv turned off,and i did never see the shape again.They are back from their trip,now,and i didn't tell them what i saw,and i will not,because i know that the woman will be scared to death.They didn't come to my house to ask if i saw anything odd,wich means that they found everything normal when they arrived.anyways, who could go there in the middle of afternoon, when we are all surrounded by neighbors?I didn't even tell to my boyfriend what i saw.But i just know i saw it.Funny how we sometimes react in front of the unexplainable?oh!will you excuse my english,as i speak and write french most of the time    : )



Schoolcraft Glowing Tombstones

By: M1ARLY@aol.com


Hi there :-)
Because of the new homes being built close to the cemetery and the bright lights in their yards, unfortunately it is almost impossible to see the glow come from the tombstone anymore.
I grew up around there (I'm 29 now) and my family has owned the land across the road for many years. As a very young girl, I used to ride my bike to the cemetery and walk around inside. It's actually very cool. Some of the tombstones are so old, you can barely read them. It's actually a very peaceful cemetery and I've never been spooked there, even during the midnight rendezvous (when I got older) to show my friends the place.
I've also visited the Old Asylum in Kalamazoo. My kids' dad, some other friends and I used to sneak back through the fence and play frisbee and other games (shh don't tell) for an afternoon of fun. The cops never bothered us, but that was back in 1996. I always wanted to go inside, but no one would go with me. I got bad feelings from that place so I never ventured alone inside there. There was also a swingset I would swing on facing the building. I've seen movement inside, but couldn't make out what it was. Curtains would be wide open in certain windows then I'd look again and they'd be closed. I would walk over the southeast (?) corner of the building where people could get in through a window and it was VERY cold and I could hear noises like machines running.
Not sure if you already knew this or not, but A1 North in Borgess Hopsital in Kzoo is the psych ward, so I'm sure some strange happenings went on in there anyway.
Well, I though you might be interested in hearing a couple of first hand experiences with a couple of the places listed on your paranormal site. I've really enjoyed it so far and plan on sending the link to my aunt and a couple friends. I may even consider a road trip in the future to check out some other hauntings nearby.
Thanks for the enjoyment,   



My Knott's Ghost Story

By: Rose.Torres@rescuemission.org



I worked as a waitress and manager for 8 years at what used to be the Knott's Family Steak House which is now Auntie Pasta's when I worked there was a hostess that was always there rain or shine, she was a great employee, who was named Meg. One day Meg didn't show up for work which was unusual, we received a call from her parents saying that Meg had passed away by slipping in the bathtub and hitting her head. A few of the Knott's employees attended the funeral. Time passed and we had maintenance men who regularly came in to repair things before everything opened. One morning while I was in office in the back of the restaurant getting ready for the day, we didn't open till 11:30am, I was talking with a co worker when one of the maintenance men came in and asked what the hostess was doing so early in the restaurant? We looked at him and asked who it was; he proceeded to tell us that it was the hostess that had dark curly long hair, the real skinny one that was nice. We laughed at him, and told him that he knew that hostess was dead and that he was trying to mess with us. His eyes got really wide and shook his head no, and told us that he wasn't kidding and that he had seen her thru the window in the door that led out into the restaurant. We all got goose bumps and chills and stopped talking. We all had an uneasy feeling after that. The Steak House at one time was outside the amusement park, thru the back it's connected to the Ghost Town Grill which was in the park and the employees were able to work in both places depending on the need. While in the Grill I was recounting what had happen in the Steak House that morning at a table of fellow managers, near the patio the door to which was closed. As I was in the middle of the story, the door opened and closed on its own. Meg apparently has not stopped being the wonderful hostess that she was in life. Managers regularly are there till the early morning hours by themselves and we always got the impression that someone was watching us, and that we weren't alone, we never liked being there after hours.


My Ghost Experience


By: phatmankb@yahoo.com

Hello, my name is Kyle I have had encounters with the same spirit on several different occations on a somewhat desolate road.  I am not the only one that has seen this apparition.  My girlfriend, her sister and their mother have all seen it, and I think that this story is worth telling.
The first encounter was in the fall of 2003.  I had just picked up my girlfriend from her house.  She lives on a small dirt road that off shoots the road where the spirit has been sighted.  We were heading into town when we passed a girl who was walking along the side of the road.  We thought this to be strange because it was pitch black out ant the road we were on has no street lights.  My girlfriend thought that it could be one of her friends walking down to see her, so she asked me to turn around.  I did approximately fifty yards from where we had seen her.  When we returned to the spot there was nobody there.  The girl had had a very white face, with blonde hair.  She was wearing a baby blue hooded sweat shirt, blue jeans and white sneakers.  Her hood was up and it was pulled tight with her hair sticking out around her face.  We were a little freaked but just sort of brushed it off.
The second encounter happened several weeks after we had seen her the first time.  The same spot on the same street, pitch black, late at night.  Bringing my girlfriend home from the movies one night, we saw the girl on the side of the road.  Light blue hoody, blue jeans, white sneakers, and blonde hair.  This time, instead of turning around, I stopped my truck and threw it in reverse to get to the spot where we saw the girl.  I immediately rolled down my window to make sure that there was no glare or any visual obstruction.  Once again, there was nobody there.
The third encounter was from my girlfriends mother.  She was on her way home from work around 11:00 at night.  She was driving and she saw somebody in the middle of the road.  She stopped thinking that they were trying to get to one of the driveways or perhaps cross the street.  She honked her horn to get the persons attention, but they didn't move.  She went to the side of the road and passed and when she looked there was nobody there.  When I asked her what the person looked like, she said that they were wearing a hooded sweatshirt with the hood drawn tight and blue jeans.
The fouth and final encounter happened to my girlfriends sister.  She was coming home when she saw a girl on the side of the road, she was wearing a blue hooded sweatshirt with the hood drawn tight, and blue jeans.  Thinking it was one of her friends, she stopped and backed up to see who it was.  When she got to the spot, the girl was gone.
To me, too many of the circumstances are to close to call for my judgement.  They all seem to point to the same thing.  We have all four seen this ghost, to which some of us jokingly call "Blue Suzy".  We debate on rather someone might have been hit and killed by a car on this road.  We haven't seen her in almost a year, but we know what we saw.
If anybody has any ideas on what we might have seen please let me know.  Thanks.



Matt N Me

By: Journeygrrl@yahoo.com




When I was 18 years old, I got into a car accident that changed my life forever.  I grew up in a really small town on Cape Cod, so naturally all of the kids in our school were really close and knew eachother.  One night, at a party, my friends Matt, Eric and Jeff decided to take a ride to the store for cigarettes and asked me to come along.  We had all been drinking, and I had a terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach, but ignored my gut (for the first and last time) and jumped in the truck.   About 5 minutes into our trip, it started pouring out and we were on 6A, a very windy, dimly-lit back road.  The kid driving started speeding really bad.  The limit was 40 and he got up to at least 70.  We were all a little on edge from it, but we made it to the store and thought nothing more of it until we got back in the car.  The way back, the rain started even harder, and we were on the same road.  He started speeding even worse.  I yelled for the other boys to hook their seatbelts and did so myself.  Matt was reaching to do so, but was screaming at the driver to slow down.   We hit a puddle and swerved off of the road into a large oak tree.  Matt died instantly on my lap, the driver took off, fearing we all were dead.  The next few days were absolutely terrible for me.  I was the only girl in the car, and in a small town, such a minor thing can truly be a big deal.  Everybody wrote terrible letters to the paper and unfortunately, I was the focus of most of their anger.  About three nights after the incident, I had come to the conclusion that this would never end, that I couldn’t take it any more.  I sobbed myself to sleep one more night.  At about 12:30, I jumped to the sitting position in my bed and was instantly awake and aware.  I felt a chill in my room and then caught sight of a figure at the end of my bed.  It was a boy of maybe 6 or 7, resembling childhood pictures that I would later see of Matt at his wake and funeral.  He was wearing blue and white striped pj’s and crying, reaching out to me and shaking his head, as if he felt so bad for me but was unable to offer me more than this.  After about 40 seconds, he disappeared and I have never seen him since.  However, I am so sure of what I saw, that I have never been ashamed to tell the story to anyone.  Surprisingly, nobody has ever questioned the truth in my story, causing me to believe even more that it was true and that Matt is always there when I tell it, encouraging everyone else to hear me out.  Although it was a bit startling at the time, I wasn’t afraid, and have actually hoped each day of my life that he will return to me to check up and let me know that all is okay with him.  But, maybe his only unfinished business was to come to myself and the other injured rider and let us know that he didn’t blame us for the driver’s mistakes and to ensure us that we would be okay. 



Lady In Lace

By: bbradford0059@charter.net

I live in Tuscaloosa, Alabama. Three years ago I had a dream about a lady who was wearing a lace floor length dress and she was completely white. She was also asking me to help her. I would have passed this off as just a dream but my cousin who lived in Birmingham at the time saw a lady in lace, just like I did. Now that was unusual, but what made it more unusual was that our grandmother had a dream after her daughter died, who is my cousin's mother, of her in a white lace dress and was among angels. I now wonder if this was her.



Watching Out for Me

By: htr@rogers.com

It happened when I was about 5 years old. I shared a bedroom with my younger sister. I slept in the lower bunk. Each night I would fall asleep staring at the bedroom closet. There was something always strange and frightening about it. Sometimes I would see a white figure standing there. Never really sure what it was, I pretended it was the street light peering through the bedroom curtains. It wasn't until I was much older that during a conversation with my older sisters who shared the room before I did use to see the exact same thing. They called her the lady in white. She appeared but would just stare at you. She had on this white dress, rather old fashion, early 1900's I would think by the style of it. I was never really frightened by it but as a child it did give me the chills.
But that wasn't the end of shadows I would see. Several times a figure of a man used to stand in the doorway of the same bedroom. He wore a dark suit. He had dark hair and again just stand there at the door peering down at me in the lower bunk. Eventually I would fall asleep never moving an inch staring back at him. One night I couldn't take it no more and called out to my mother to come to the bedroom. I kept calling and calling until my mother walked into the bedroom. She walked right through him, but as she entered the bedroom the figure slowly disappeared. Lots of things use to go on in this house. I would hear voices in the daytime and night time. Always calling my name in a low whisper. It used to drive me crazy. I would hear furniture being moved in the middle of the night when everyone was asleep.
I used to stay awake hearing all these things.
But the best experience I ever encountered was the visit from my late grandfather. I was about 14 years of age. My father use to talk about him sometimes with such stories about his father's adventures in life. I was never able to meet him. He died before I was born. My father used to tell me how he was the spitting image of his father and how many used to mistaken him for his dad. My family moved from England before I was born. His father died there. I did see a picture of him once when he was young in a military uniform. I used to argue with my father that his older brother was more the spitting image of his dad then he was.
It was on one occasion my father was telling me fantastic stories of his father when I really wished I had met the wonderful man. I thought about my grandfather for weeks after this occasion. Then one night I woke up in the middle of the night when I quickly turned to see the white figure of a man standing in the corner of my room. He stood behind my rocking chair. He was wearing glasses, rolled up sleeves, slacks and a shirt that was missing the buttoned on collar.
I swear it was my father. But he seemed different. The figure had a whitish glow about it. And he was just staring at me. I finally got the courage to call out my fathers name " Dad?" I cried out. But the answer was none. And for the first time I hid under the covers until I feel asleep. The next morning I told my parents about it. And they excused it away with oh it was just a dream. Well, just two night later he appeared again. And again I suddenly woke up to see this man in the room again. But this time he was closer and stood in the middle of the room. This time I could see him much better in detail. His eyes especially. He stood on an angle and his head was turned towards me. I could hear my parents still up and called out to them with no fear this time. "Mom, Dad he is here again, hurry come see". My mother ran into the room and I was pointing at him, saying "Do you see him, he is right there". He turned to see me move near the door and just stood there until he slowly disappeared. My mother swore she didn't see a thing.
I described this man to my father. The details about what he wore, the glasses, and the markings on this fore arms, that I did not see the first time. I asked him did he think it was his father. He related to me that yes his father wore glasses, and that he had tattoos on his forearms from the days he was in the merchant marines. I did not know my grandfather wore glasses, nor did I know about the tattoos. But now I can honestly say that my father is the spitting image of his dad.
This was the last time I say my grandfather but feel he is always close to me. Just keeping an eye out for me.



Apartment Ghosts

By: bloomchick14@yahoo.com

I went to visit my friends at her mom's apartment.  I was spending the night so my friend met me out front to help me with my stuff.  Sh also had something to tell me.  She said that when her mom moved in, the landlady told her that room B1 was to be left undisturbed.  This made everyone suspicious and ask "Why?" The apartment building was the hospital for the town back in the early 1900's and what was now floor B was the maternity ward.  Hte landlady had said that a woman died while having twins.  Every time a woman went into that room to give birth, she died of complications, just like the first lady.  Random sounds like screaming and someone yelling "Push!" have been heard from the room, but there is never anyone there when someone checks.  I didn't believe my friend at all, so to prove it to me, she took me inside the room when no one was looking.  We heard strange noises but nothing like she said.  Then it happened. We heard light screaming and moaning and finally someone or something yelled "Push!" and th light screaming became louder.  We got so afraid that we ran out of the room.  We still aren't sure what happened but it really creeped us out and when i go over, we avoid room B1.




Umatilla Update


By: Bigpimp480@aol.com


christmas day i went up to the old cemetary on golden gem road. i heard loud aggresive footsteps all around me and i had a million candle power light. i walked into the old half thats surrounded by orange groves and i about half way in and my light mysteriously cut out and all of a sudden out of nowhere i smelled a very strong destinctive smell. it smelled like an old mans calogne or after shave. i turned around slowly and heard footsteps behind me that walk back out. this was not the first time i felt an eerie presants but the other times i saw orbs and heard footsteps. this time i felt like a ghost of an old man was standing directly over my shoulder



Treasure Forever

By: BBIRMAN@NEB.RR.COM


     When I was about 7 years old in 1st or 2nd grade during recess time I couldnt find my friends. since I was very shy then I decided to sit and wait for somebody to ask me to play. I saw a girl with big blue eyes and light blonde curls. she was wearing a white T shirt and a jean skirt. she was just hanging back watching some girls
    pretend to be cheerleaders. She looked lonely and nobody else seemed to notice her. She didnt meet anybodys eyes and she wasnt smiling but just watching the rest of the children intently. I decided to make the first move she just looked so depressing I couldnt help but feel sorry for her as I watched her kick a small round stone  across the sidewalk without any emotion at all. Hi I said to her I told her my name and she stared at me blankly. She hesitated for a moment then told me here name was Madison Farmer and she just moved here from New York. I smiled and told her I used to live in the city as well. Madison smiled a shy weary smile. You want to play cheerleaders I guessed. She shrugged.She did a cartweel for me. Cool I remarked and for the rest of recess we giggled and practiced our gymnastics and cheering. We pretended we were cheerleaders for the soccer teams playing at a nearby field. David Corntassle smiled at us and waved. I think he had a crush on Madison. but I cant be sure he never said a word to her I dont think. And each day we played the same game and every day just before recess was over Madison would run away until she disapeared and I thought nothing of it until one day that I decided to follow her. she told me she had to go to the restroom. I said I could take her but she insisted i did nit need to. I told her I wanted to find out why she was always running off. her eyes became boodshot red and her eyes fixed on me I apoligized for what I said. she ignored me and stormed off until I could no longer see her. after school I decided to look for her. I saw a poster on a street lamp and stopped to read it. It had a picture of Madison. It said she had been kidnapped on January 1994 2 years ago from then. but the picture was of her in the same t shirt and jean skirt she had worn each day since we had first met. I told my mom about the poster and said I thought I might have seen her. impossible my mother told me Madison Farmer was found dead 2 months after she had been reported missing. I choked out that she had played with me at recess every single day. My mothers face went pale as she told me Madison had been smothered and was found in a junk yard. the day after I found out during recess she showed up as she always did and we played as we did every single day. but when she started to walk away I secretly followed her.  I snuck behind her into the local cemetery. I hid behind a stone and peered from behind it to see her. I saw her sitting on a grave stone weeping. an angel like figure stood over her as she wept. I felt a sorrow sweep over me as I watched her wail helplessly. I wanted to go over to her to relieve her of her sighs. I started to walk over to her but the angel figure motioned for me to stay away. I never did see Madison again after that but I am glad I allowed her to laugh and play with me for the couple weeks we had together and I will treasure our friendship forever.



Devil's Hollow, Fort Wayne

By: happi_go_lucky2003@yahoo.com

This is not the story of Devil's Hollow I know on Cedar Canyon Road, Fort Wayne.  Everyone around this area knows the story of Devil's Hollow.  It seems many, many years ago, I'm not sure exactly when, there was a husband and wife who lived up on a hill in that area.  The husband killed the wife and threw her body into a well on the location.  The story of exactly how he killed his wife was written in code in a wooden fence lining the property, by the placing of the boards in various designs indicating the code.  As teenagers, many kids from the area used to go out to the area and park on the road late at night and honk their car horns relentlessly to bring the ghost of the man out.  It would have been 47 years ago when I accompanied a boy and another couple in a car and performed the same senseless stunt.  The boy shut off his car engine and I was in the front seat with him.  He honked and honked his car horn and I saw a dark figure in a long coat run from the trees at the bottom of the hill where the fence sat along the road.  He ran up to the back of the car, carrying some kind of club in his hands, and he proceeded to beat on the trunk and back fenders of the car with great force.  The boy started his car and floored the gas pedal, throwing gravel behind the car as we eventually gained traction and sped off.  I was screaming my lungs out, scared to death.  As soon as we got back into Auburn, we stopped the car at the courthouse square where there was lighting so the boy could survey the damage occurring to his car.  There was not one scratch or dent in his car and there should have been extens e damage from the sounds of the club hitting the back of the car so hard.  I never again went back out to Devil's Hollow and I don't think anyone else in the car that night ever did either



Personal experience in Riverside,CA

By: beckspapergarden@sympatico.ca



I happened to be reading through your website about haunted places in California. I was looking for the Calico Mines specifically because I had been there as a child in the early 1970's and had an experience in the school room. I wanted to show my husband this listing.
I happened to scroll down to do some further reading and I notice you have a listing for the Riverside Cemetery. My aunt and uncle used to live in the adjoining neighborhood. I will double check their home address, but I am sure that is the one because I always remember the cemetery and the One Way sign, which seemed so ironic to me, even as a child. Also, the cemetery used to regularly have tons of ground fog and it gave it a real movie-horror film-set appearance that gave you chills at night.
My reason for writing is that in that neighborhood during the 60's and 70's in my experience, there were countless experiences by the neighbors of poltergeist activity, hauntings, sightings, etc. It was so prevalent that when the movie "Poltergeist" came out, I recall that a lot of people thought Steven Spielberg had heard about this area, with the adjoining cemetery and rumors that it was also old Indian burial ground. I recall my aunt's neighbor re-digging a hole in his backyard half a dozen times to plant a tree and each day when he came home the tree would be dug up and the hole would opened again. He finally dug down a few feet deeper and found bones at that site - hence the idea of the Indian burial grounds, because he had them checked and apparently they were human and not animal bones. They held a small ceremony there and did a blessing at the site. The bones were delivered to an Indian tribal elder (sorry, I don’t remember which tribe or where), and when the tree was replanted there was never any further problem.
My aunt was an agnostic and very resentful and angry in her life - feeling God had turned his back on her. She had many visitations in her home from a hooded, monk-like figure and many family members also saw this figure. When his presence was in the house my aunt would lose all expression on her face and have what almost resembled an absence seizure - she would just blank out. You couldn't talk to her and she just started straight ahead. Objects would be swept across the room off shelves, as if someone took their arm and cleared the shelf, or a single object from the middle of the shelf would fly across onto the floor. This would also happen in the bathroom, which had no windows. Her dogs would run into the room as if confronting someone and stare up, then sniff the ground, whimper and run under a bed.
I was a very sensitive kid - I had precognitive dreams from the time I was about 5 about world events which I would tell my parents about and then they would come true. I could see people's auras and was very sensitive to the presence of unseen beings. This continued into my adult life. For several nights I had to stay with my aunt and uncle while my parents were out of town. I hated it in that house. One evening I could not sleep and I thought I heard my uncle in the kitchen, which was down the hall from my room. The light was on and I could hear activity in the kitchen, so I went down the hall. When I reached the kitchen I saw that all the cupboard doors and drawers were all open. No one was in the kitchen. I called to my uncle, who I thought was playing a trick on me and told him this was NOT FUNNY and at that all the cupboard doors and drawers swiftly SLAMMED shut. I was completely terrified (I was about 9-10 at the time) and I ran down the hall, passed my room and went to my aunt/uncle's room at the very end of the hall. I was quite shocked to see my uncle and aunt both in bed fast asleep and when I turned back around the light in the kitchen went out.
I got her two dogs from her room, dragged them into my room (and they were not keen on going), turned on my light and lay under my blankets until almost 9:00 am when I heard my aunt and uncle talking. I went into the bathroom and pretended to be very sick and told them they had to call my sister to come and get me because I had to go home and I could not wait for my parents to return to pick me up. I would have to go home and my older sister would have to look after me because I could not stay there another night. When they tried to reason with me, saying my parents would be home in just 2 more nights, I became practically hysterical and said if they didn't call my sister I would run away because I was NOT spending another night in that house. My sister recalled that when she picked me up I was white as a sheet and cried all the way home. I was just so relieved to not be there at night.
My aunt also told my mother of hearing knocking at the door in the middle of the night and hearing a voice calling to ask if they were home. You could see the shape of someone in the glass of the door, but when you looked out the peephole there was no one there and you would get this sick feeling in the pit of your stomach NOT to answer the door. My aunt also had an old crystal rosary which had belonged to her mother. No matter where she put it, she claimed she would awaken at 3:30 every night and see it floating at the foot of her bed. It frightened her so greatly that she threatened to destroy it. My mother asked her for it and I have it now. Nothing unusual ever happened to it while it was in our home or now in mine.
I hope you might find these stories interesting. My experiences in my aunt's home were the foundation for my early interest in parapsychology and hauntings. They did try to contact one of the beings in the house. Using a Ouija board the being referred to itself as Devry and said he was from the South. We tried to get my aunt to have a professional investigator come in, as had some of the neighbors, but my aunt was afraid if she did this it would stop and she actually enjoyed having the haunted house. We always said that it made her feel important somehow.
I hope you will find these experiences interesting. I though you would enjoy knowing that this area was very "eventful".



My Ghost

By: anjwatts@yahoo.com


I have had three miscarriages before finally giving birth to a healthy boy in July 2004.  After the first miscarriage I noticed the music boxes in my carousel colection started turning on by themselves.  I also have pictures of me when I'm pregnant with orbs and strange spots on them.  Not long after my son was born, I was alone in the house with him and my stepdaughter.  She was in bed and I was in the living room with him, trying to get him to sleep.  The only thing on was a lamp on the table next to the couch.  I heard footsteps and saw something in the hallway, out of the corner of my eye.  I thought it was my stepdaughter going to the bathroom, but the light never came on.  I looked and didn't see her, so I checked and she was still in bed.  I went back to the living room and sat down.  I still felt that someone was standing in the hallway.  I happened to look up and catch a reflection in the tv (that was off)  and I saw three children standing in the hallway in front of the bathroom.  I was so stunned I couldn't move.  I just sat there and watched them.  It looked like they were talking and laughing together as they watched me and my son.  I haven't seen them again but my son always seems to see things.  Since the day he was born he would look into thin air or at a blank wall and smile, laugh, or babble. We will be in his room ( which was also designated for my other babies)  and he will look around the room as if he is watching someone walk around.  I have never been anle to put him to sleep in there because he is so engrossed in his "friends".  I always have to put him to sleep, then take him to his bed.  I'm not an expert, but I have always been pretty open minded about these things and I truly feel that there is some sort of prescence in this house, wheter or not it is my babies I don't know.


I Think Something Paranormal is Going On

By: sprootles@hotmail.com

I live in a small rural village in west central Illinois.  In the Spring of
1998 I moved into my husband's home.  I lived there for approximately three
years without anything major occuring.  That's not to say that minor things
didn't occur from time to time, but I tended to dismiss them.
Anyway, in the Summer of 2001, our son was born.  My husband had refurbished
the spare bedroom in anticipation of his arrival.  I was home on maternity
leave and spent the time resting and recooperating from the birth and
learning about being a new mom.  My son and I often took naps in the morning
and afternoon.
One day, I decided we would nap in the master bedroom.  Our house is very
small and I probably should have put him in his crib in his own room, but he
was so little that I wanted to keep him in the same room as me.  I locked
the kitchen door and took him into our bedroom.  I put him in his bassinet
near our bed.  He was sound asleep and soon I was, too.
I do not remember how long I had been sleeping, but I woke slightly when I
heard the sound of heavy work boots walking across the kitchen floor.  It
sounded just like my husband so I thought he had come home for lunch (he is
a cable/telephone service man and when I was on maternity leave he would
often stop in for lunch with some of his coworkers so they could all see the
new baby).  The footsteps stopped in the bedroom doorway and I felt/heard
someone lean in to check on us before turning around and walking back into
the kitchen.  Thinking my husband would be able to find something to eat, I
rolled over and resumed sleeping.
I did not hear my husband leave.  He did not pop his head in to tell me
goodbye or check on us before he returned to work.  That evening, we were
sitting on the floor watching our son.  I said with a bit of sarcasm,
"Thanks for saying bye to me at lunch today!"
He looked at me like I had sprouted a third head.  "I didn't come home for
lunch today," he said, "I was at the other end of the service area all day
working on construction."
"That's impossible!" I said, "I heard your boots on the kitchen floor!"
"Well, it wasn't me," he said, "you must have been imagining it."
Another time, while I was still on maternity leave, my son and I were again
napping in the master bedroom.  He was in his bassinet and I was in the bed.
  I was sound asleep when a voice whispered very loudly, "MOM!"  I shot
straight up in bed, instantly wide awake.  I got up quickly and went to my
son's bassinet.  He was still sound asleep and breathing steadily.  It
puzzled me, but I returned to bed and lay there awake until my son awoke. 
There was no way it was my son as he was not even two months old at the time
and wasn't even babbling yet.  Plus, he was sound asleep.  There was no one
else home at the time.
Over the next year, there were several times we would overhear our son
through the baby monitor.  He would be laughing and jabbering like he was
talking to someone but when we went to his room to check on him he would
have fallen back to sleep and there was no one in the room.  He never
appeared to be scared of his room.
One day, after he learned to talk, he came out of his room and asked me if
he could have a glass of "wa wa".  I was stunned.  Only one other person in
the world that I knew called water "wa-wa".  It was my father's father (my
paternal grandfather).  I asked my son, who is named after my grandfather,
where he had heard that word as neither my husband nor I had used it around
him.  He told me his grandad used to say it.  I nearly fell over in shock
and surprise.
Another time, he came out of the bedroom with a laminated funeral
announcement for my husband's grandfather.  He walked up to me with the
picture and said, "This is my grandpa XXX."  I looked at my husband and
said, "Did you ever tell him about grandpa XXX?"  My husband said he hadn't.
  We called my in-laws, but they hadn't told him about him either, they
hadn't shown him any pictures of him and neither had we.  How he knew who it
was, I have no idea.
Two years ago I decided to try to catch images with the digital camera.  I
walked from room to room snapping pictures, but caught nothing on film.
This week my son, who is now three, and my daughter 19 mos., were playing in
the living room.  My son told me he saw someone walk through the living
room.  I asked him where and he showed me.  We were the only three home as
my husband was at a meeting.  I didn't know what to say to my son, so I said
nothing.
He tells me he thinks his room is scary now.  He won't tell me anymore than
that.  I have to lie in his bed with him until he falls asleep at night. 
Sometimes he falls asleep in bed with my husband and because he's a human
bulldozer when he sleeps, I will go sleep in his bed.  I have never
experienced anything unusual in the room, although the master bedroom is
always colder than the rest of the house.  Not terribly cold, just cooler
than the rest of the house.
As the house only has two bedrooms, my 19 mo. old daughter also sleeps in
the same room as her brother.  She often wakes up at night crying
unconsolably.  It's like she's scared or something.  This doesn't happen
every night, maybe a couple times a week.
I don't know if my children are sensitives, have overactive imaginations, or
experiencing night terrors.  I haven't seen any apparitions or picked up any
evp's.  But, I know what I experienced while I was home on maternity leave
with our son.  Sometimes, in the master bedroom, I feel like something is
watching, waiting for me to fall asleep.  I'm too afraid of what I might
stir up if I keep trying to capture images on film or relax enough to ask
whatever my son thinks he saw to show itself. For now, I just let my son
talk about what he sees and I don't tell him it doesn't exist.  I just let
him talk.



Haunting in Mass.


By: child_ofthe_80s@hotmail.com


I was looking through your listings for hauntings in MASS and thought I'd throw my two cents in on a few of them. Sorry for the length of the email but I wanted to share some of my personal experiences as well as comments.
Paxton - Anna Maria College - The theatre's name is the Zecco Center for the Performing Arts. I've worked as a technician for many shows there for a local community theatre and while I've never heard any stories about a skeleton being found under the stage that doesn't mean it didn't happen. I did however want to add a couple stories about what happened to myself and one of my directors. She was working on Macbeth (a cursed play anyway) and a sudden blackout almost caused her to be impaled by a rack of Scottish Broadswords she was about to climb a lader to retrieve, one of the actors rehearsing a sword battle on stage was cut with of the swords during the blackout. They blamed it all on the play's curse. A few years later I was on the balcony outside the lightbooth running a spot light when the lights suddenly went out. You have to walk through the lobby of the theatre to get from the booth to the house of the theatre and all the lights were on in the lobby and the rest of the building with the exception of the house and backstage areas. The aretaker of the theatre checked every fuse that could have possibly caused the blackout and nothing was wrong. The lights came bck just as suddenly as they went out in both cases.
Salem-Patriot Cinemas- The cold room spoken of is probably the room next to the door that leads out to the garage attached to the building or the stock room where they keep the extra chairs which has no heating system of any kind in it. The whole theare is underneath a parking garage so it's cold up in the booth anyway from the drafts of air from the cars. I worked there for almost a year and was in the booth alone until all hours of the night putting movies together and never had anything odd happen with the exception of one of the lights never working so one small section of the room was always dark. The whole missing keys thing is funny to read because while I was working there one of my managers had that happen to him. He didn't hear them fall because all three of the projectors were running as well as the machine used to splice the movies together and it's pretty loud up there when that's the case.
Salem State College- Bowditch Hall Room 222 - I live in Bowditch, commonly called "The Ditch", my first year on campus and never heard anything about the room. It wasn't until I moved in with my current roommates, one of which lived in that room for awhile. Beds shaking and noises are only half of the story apparently her roommate was locked out of the room one night and called the RA to see if they could let her in. They got there put the key in the door and the door popped open as if it had never been locked. There are also stories of students seeing faces in their mirrors or in the windows, having troubles with their computers, and being locked out as well as in to the room, considering there is no way to lock yourself into the rooms because they lock from the inside. Supposedly the visitor's bathroom on that floor is haunted as well.
Salem State College-Mainstage Auditorium - Being a current theatre student here I was happy to see our friend Tommy on the site since not many people outside the theatre now of him. As you said he is just playful, but he has also warned us on occasion to something being up that could hurt someone. I was in the "Patch-bay" (the area where all of the lighting instruments are plugged in backstage) during a show and no matter how much myself and the other technician tried something just wouldn't let the headsets work up there. We switched out batteries and headsets, we did everything we could think of and still couldn't get anything to work. The other technician and I came down to try something else and the next thing we knew the "patch-bay" was smoking because one of the patches had basically welded itself to the dimmer rack. We still think it was Tommy who messed up the headsets so we wouldn't be up there when it happened. He also likes to flicker the lights during shows and rehearsals (which ironically we call "ghosting") and just be playful.  He loves to move tools on people when they're on the stage alone working on something. He's also very protective of anyone who is on the catwalks above the theatre. He fools around with them as well, but whenever you're up there you just know where step and where not to. Tommy's playfulness in not limited to Mainstage either he's been know to wreak some havoc in th other theatre on campus as well as the sceneshop and costume shop. The biggest place you feel him is in the catwalks and the props room called "The Dungeon".
There is however something else in the theatre and The Dungeon. It's not as nice sometimes when you are up in the catwalks above the theatre or in the storage areas above the stage you just have the feeling of something there that doesn't want you there. Being one of the only props technicians in the department I spend a lot of time in The Dungeon and have been chased out on more than one occasion. Most of the people just brush it off s their imaginations playing tricks on them, but anyone who knows about it gets out of the area as quiclkly as possible. Those of us who believe in Tommy and know he's only there to help know when it's just him being playful and when it's something else.



The Shelby Screaming Thing

By: GreenMikeyMan@aol.com


My name is Michael Sims and I live in Columbiana Alabama. I am writing this because of a personal experience with Shelby's very own haunting. Me and my friends were all camping one night when we decided to go out in the woods. We were all out there just goofing around when we heard something loud come from deep into the woods. None of us beleived in the Shelby Screaming Thing but we all have heard a fair share of stories about the beast so at first we just ignored it. Then we heard the sound and started getting closer we thought that we should check it out so we got some flashlights and went deeper to see what the noise was. We came upon a big field so we looked around for a while. When we got tired of looking I noticed a flash of red across the field so I turned very quick and saw the mast horrifying thing in the world. I couldnt get a good look at the beast but I know it has deep red eyes and I could sense the evil in the beast. From stories that i have heard people say the thing is like a panther but can walk on its back legs and that it is and 6' 7. Tracks that people have found the prints are like a dogs but the thing has 3 twos on each paw. The thing has been spoted all over Shelby by farmers who have found it stealing chickens and other poultry. I heard about this website from a friend and figured that I should share this experience with everyone that visits this site.



Ghost Story

By: Redowl777@aol.com

My story starts back in 1987 when I was 7 months pregnet and I was laying in the livingroom on a long couch. Something gave me the creeps and it felt cold all of a sudden. I looked toward the double doors across the way and saw a face of a man who looked like he was from the 1930,s. His face was white but pretty clear to look at. His body was a mist, kind of like smoke floating in the air. His hair was jet black and his features stood out as if he were alive. His eyes were piercing blue,eye brows dark in color. His face was almost flawless looking. He had a mustache that was very thin but didnt go past the bottom of his lips.He just looked at me before he suddenly approtched me. What scared the hell out of me is he came right up to me and looked down at me for it seemed like forever and I started to call out for my mom but nothing came out of my mouth then he took off up into the ceiling and vanished. I watched him leave. I couldnt speak and I couldnt move from being so scared. Some time went by and nothing. One night I went to bed for the night and I heard this voice saying "David". I sat up and looked around thinking I was loosing it and tried to go back to sleep. I heard this voice again and this time I decided to find out who or what it was and if it was the same man I saw in my livingroom so I asked him who he was and he said "David". No last name. The next night I heard the date 1957. Didnt understand that at first and blew it off. Nothing happened for a long time, untill my sons dad had came over to see me. He sat in the livingroom and started acting strange, like he was irratated and said he had to leave. I turned to him  as he got up, still pacing the floor and told him "He dont want you here" I dont even know why I said that to him but I did. Later on as years went by nothing has happened. One day in 1997 my mother had said back in the late 50's a man was killed and placed under the house where a small bathroom is. I turned pale and freaked out. I never told anyone about this ghost I saw until 1998 when my father past away. Ive had alot happen to me in the way of ghost,to go as far to say I heard my father at his funeral tell me to go upstairs and get Bob who was a freind of his for 50 yrs. I shook that off as to "ok im hearing things now". I heard him tell me again to go get Bob, that hes in the other room . I finally decided I better go  see cause my father sounded angry. I got up stairs and found Bob sitting in this room and he said he had been there for 15 minutes. I asked him if anyone knew he was there and he said no. I almost past out. I did tell my sister about it and her eyes got so huge. She was scared and really didnt want to go back in where my dad was but she did. I heard my dad for 2 weeks after that. Its been really weird living here and gets kind of scary sometimes. I could go on and on but Im done for now. Thanks for taking the time to read my story. Believe it or not, Well thats up to you



Sleep Paralysis

By: chadglass@earthlink.net

years ago i began to read the jane roberts books of seth. i noticed a heightening of my psychic ability during this time. this was
about ten years ago. i began having experiences that i never imagined could exist.
out of loads of stories, i will relate one of many paralysis episodes: it became a lucid-dream state.
one night, i was very tired and fell nearly dead asleep very soon. i am typically one who cannot do this.
upon going into the dream state, i had, for me, the telltale sign that i was about to begin a lucid dream,
or, actually, out-of-body --the feeling is unmistakable, as i am afraid of it today (and probably why i seldom venture into these states presently): i hear a rushing sound in my head, ears maybe, like a jet plane. there seems to be a pressure change or something tightening inside, yet i begin to feel that i am about to lift off the bed or cave into it. it is internal to my being, and my body becomes immovable. i cannot do anything but "take it." it is very frightening, as sometimes when it happens, i feel
as if i am being possessed by something, or i will begin to channel the voice of another being through my body. sometimes, i have attempted to call out, as to wake somebody so they may record or bear witness to what ever i may look like.
anyway, i was fully awake within my unconsciousness, ie, i was hyper-aware that i was going into this state, yet i could not wake up from sleep, nor move. i was "stuck." then i began to dream.
i saw a flat white horizon. on this horizon was standing random geometric forms, all white: cylinders, pyramids, elongated cubes.  it was apparently early morning or early evening in this setting. i found myself hovering above the ground about ten meters. i was flying slowly above this vista, when, suddenly, i accelerated to what seemed like hypersonic speed across this vast area to the horizon line. i shot through one of the forms as i continued to accelerate, seemingly involuntarily, to the far
reaches of this view-scape. i then awoke gasping for air and in shock.



Tony in Ill.

By: scalehouse@homewooddisposal.com


My very first experience was in 1992 I was 13 we lived in Compton Ca. in a very small house. From what they tell me the house was about 60 years old. It all stated one night around 11 pm I was asleep and all of a sudden something moved my bed I though it was my cat coming in for the night. But sortie after my sister stared screaming I immediately got up and a I saw a man about 35 to 40 years old running out of my sister room so I went after him so did my dad how was in the living room watching TV at the time. The guy ran in to the hall way closet my dad quickly ran in to fallow and me right behind him. But when we open the door there was no body there we kept searching the house to make sure he wasn’t hiding any where. But nothing came up. We even check the window and doors to see how he got in and every thing was lock! When I asked in sister (16 at the time) what she saw she told me that she felt someone next to her and when she turn around there was this guy staring at her! To this day I still wonder what the hell happen! Before that I did not believe in ghosts but ever senses then I believe.



So Scared

By: JESSANN16@aol.com

Me and my Family lived in this house for some reason everyone that came to stay with us had an experience. One in perticullar was back in 1994 I was 8 years old. We had a cousin stayin with us from Mexico,and we had already known of the ghost. One night me and my cousin and my little brother were sleeping in the same room. One night she woke up and sawl a little girl standing over my little brothers crib, she did not no what to do so she put the covers over her head. when she took them off she was running to my mom and dads room and she looks in the hallway and sees the Little girl playin with my little brother in the hallway.The next day she told my parents and she was so scared.




Refuse to go There Again

By: fastpitchplayer@msn.com

I actually have two hauntings that have happened to me. It frightened me so bad that I told all my friends that I refuse to go to those places ever again. And they completley understand. I read on your site that you put Sacred Heart Cemetery in Konowa, OK on your haunted list. And I fully understand. And I will tell you why.
One night me and a bunch of my other friends were out there goofing around cause we heard its haunted and wanted to have "a scare." Well, that night we received one. We seperated into groups because we had only two flashlights. Well as our group started walking around we heard rumbling in the bushes like a dog or cat was in there just rustling leaves, and thought nothing of it and continued to walk on. Well, the noise kept following our group and we got kindof spooked and made my friend check it out. He agreed and bent down to check it out. he saw nothing.  so we walked on and met up with the other group in front of one of the old buildings there. we told them about the scuffling in the bushes and they told us that they heard footsteps walking behind them and everytime they would turn around it would stop but when they started walking again it would start up. we laughed at it all but it was one of those uneasy laughs like we were trying to comfort ourselves. about that time we heard footsteps, they sounded like they were running towards us. my friend flahed the light over there and it stopped. at that moment we decided to go back to my friends house. But, as we started to walk away from the house it started to rain. so we decided to run. we got back to the cars and come to find out we had lost two of my friends. none of us wanted to go back into the place, but we knew we had to. so we did and broke into two groups again. we hollard and hollard for them and we couldn't find them. about that time it started raining really really bad. so bad it hurt whenit hit our skin. so we ran into one of the old buildings for shelter. we ran up the stairs and stood up there. well me and my friend stood were we can see the ground and by the pile of old wood we saw what looked like an old indian chief standing there with his hands in the air. we screamed and told everyone else. they were like lets go now!! so we took off running towards the cars. and all of a sudden one of the friends we lost came running out of nowhere. of course he scared the pee out of us and we screamed. then we asked him where our other friend was and he said that he didn't know that they were walking around and something started to run after them and they started to run back to the cars but got seperated. so we took off to the cars again and all of a sudden my friend jumped out of a tree where he was hiding and of course we screamed again we asked him where he's been and he told us as soon as we go out of that place. so we got back to the cars and he told us that he and the other friend were running away from something that was chasing them and they got sperated and he couldn't find his way back to the cars so he climbed a tree to hide from whatever was chasing them. he said that he could hear whatever it was walking around the tree. he was truly scared and so was we. we left and never returned. The other story involved me and my friend chrissy and one of her friends. they got the bright idea to go to an old abandoned church just outside of the town. I agreed to go. we drove out there and as we neared it I got this feeling in my stomach. but I pushed it aside and we pulled up onto the grounds and slowed down. about that time I felt like I wanted to cry and I wanted to leave and I told them that I wanted to leave and they asked why and I said can we please go we are not wanted here. about that time I started crying like a baby. I was so scared that I started begging to go. I pleaded and pleaded. finally we turned around and started to leave when chrissy's friend told us not to turn around and to keep our heads down. well when you tell someone not to look at it. so automatically I looked up and I saw a person staring at us from the front of the church. when we got a mile down the road I felt fine. I quit crying and they asked me what happened back there. and I told them that I felt sad and scared for some reason. after that we went back to my friend's house and I never returned or drove by there again.



My Families Ghost Stories

By: codypoe@yahoo.com

My family has always believed in ghosts.  We have also encountered some for ourselves.  I'm going to start out with my grandfathers ghost that he and others have seen.  My grandpa used to   lay pipeline for the eureka pipeline company.  He would walk hills with big, long, heavy pipes on his shoulders and laid the pipes.  One day while he was walking pipeline he sat down to take a break and he looked down in the valley (this is West Virginia, theres tons of valleys and hills) and seen a man walking around.  He thought he would go down and talk to the man for a moment so he sat his gloves down on the ground and in the split second that it took for him to look where he sat his gloves and back up again, the man had vanished.  Other men had seen the same man also. 
About 16 or 17 years ago before we moved out into the country in the house below my grandparents and before i was born (I'm 15 now) my parents lived in an apartment on Market street in Parkersburg Wv..  One night in the early morning my mom got up to get a drink.  She got out of bed and walked into the living room and she saw a black man hanging from the ceiling.  Besides the fact that theres a dead guy in the living room, the weird thing was, there was nothing on the ceiling that the rope could hang from.  The man had on old raggity pants like slaves wore back in the 1800's and didnt have a shirt on.  Mom was scared to death and ran back to the bed room and jumped into bed.  She told my dad "theres a dead guy hanging from the ceiling".  Dad said she was probably imagining things and to go back to sleep but when mom tried to get him to go look for himself he wouldnt do it (do I smell fear?).  Mom remembered that the person who had rented them the building told them that it used to be a slaves quarters but my parents never really thought anything of it.  They moved to a different apartment not long after that.
Now heres my experience.  My church youth group had a lock in at the church about a year ago.  The boys got to sleep in the churches basment and the girls got the churches gym.  I was in the little kids Sunday School classroom with 3 boys my age, they were David, J.J. and Jacob and the adult in the room with us was Mark.  It was getting late so we went to our room and Mark laid down and went right to sleep while me and my friends stayed up told each other ghost stories.  Then just to freak everybody else out, I started telling a story about the church being haunted (which it really is but i didnt tell them the real story, I'll tell it after this story).  I said that there was a ghost that would tap the metal chairs and you could hear it coming up the hallway because it would tap all the chairs it passed.  well in the middle of my story we heard a chair in the room across from us ping.  We thought ok some kid hit a chair, but then we heard it in the hallway, and then we heard something ping the metal chair that was lying underneath the table in our room.  All of us was on the other side of the room so it couldnt have been one of us and Mark was sound asleep.  By this time we were starting to get a little freaked.  Then we all saw the same thing on the windows curtains, it was a clowns face and it was smiling at us.  By this time we was all huddled in the corner against the same wall that the door is on.  I looked at the door and there was green smoke rising from under the crack of the door.  Everybody else saw it to and everybody saw what happened next to, a pair of big green eyes took up the whole side of the wall oposite of us.  then we looked back to the window and now the clown was frowning at us like he was ad or something.  We was up the entire night because of this and finally me and David got the guts to go out into the hallway to get out of the room.  We ran into my Dad who scared us half to death.   We told him what had happened and he said we were nuts but four people seeing the same thing at the same time means that we were'nt just seeing things.  My girlfriend and everybody else told us we were crazy to but we know what we saw. The other story about the church being is from my mom.  She says she has walked into the basment of the church and she can hear someone walking around upstairs in the sanctuary.  She went upstairs to see who was there but there was nobody there.



My Dreams

By:  Sandysmiles96@msn.com

 
Ever since I was a kid I have had the most vivid dreams. Almost like movies. I never really thought anything of it until I was about 19. A friend of mine from work told me about an aunt of hers who was psychic. We arranged for a visit and we drove two hours to her house somewhere outside of Fort Worth, Texas. This woman said she could see ghosts and was telling us about all of her stories. We stayed up talking to her until about 3am that night. At one point during our conversation, the TV turned off by itself. We all turned to look thinking it was her boyfriend, but he had long gone to bed. She kept looking at the TV like someone was standing there but she said nobody was there..probably so that we didn't freak out. My friend and I had to spend the night there afterall......and we BOTH slept in a twin bed together that night. We were that spooked. Anyway, rewinding back to talking to my friend's aunt. She was telling us about our guardian angels. She said for my angel, she kept seeing a photo of a very elderly woman in a blue dress holding a baby. Whoever this was, was my guardian angel and she would be with me the most when I have my children. Cool right? So then the lady tells me that I am psychic in my dreams and that everyone has this ability just some are stronger than others. I blew it off. We went home. When I got home, I was telling my parents about what the lady told me and while I was talking my eyes focused on a picture that has been on my parents wall forever. A large framed photo of my great grandmother, wearing a blue dress and holding a baby. (Me) ..wierd right? Well back to my dreams. I am now 26 years old with a family of my own and my dreams have been very strange. Before Christmas, I had a dream that my grandmother came to visit me to tell me Merry Christmas and to let everyone know that she and grandpa were okay and together. She also told me my daughter, who's middle name is my grandmother's name, is beautiful. Then she went away. But the latest freaked me out. A few weeks ago, I kept having dreams about a childhood friend of mine. I had the biggest crush on him when we were teenagers but we lived in two seperate cities. His parents and my parents are still to this day best friends. Anyway, I kept having dreams about him and he was telling me he was going away for a while and that he's very sorry. I didnt know what he was talking about. On New Year's Eve, my parents were hanging out with his parents. His Dad told my Dad that my friend, David, was caught drug trafficking from Mexico back to Texas and was going away to prison for 2 to 3 years. When they told me, it freaked me out. #1 I could not believe a friend of MINE would do such a thing and # 2 the dreams where he was telling me he was going away and was sorry. I know that isn't a very good story but I'll have to write more about my dreams and stuff later!



Just Talk to Them

By: Tiffany@thecullisons.com

Hello my name is Tiffany, I am from Va, anyways the hose that my mom has lived in since I was 4 and now still resides at I believe has some pretty weird happings in it. First of all my uncle died in the house when I was about 3,(it used to be my grandparents house), and another died up the street in a bad car accident. My grandmother tells me that the owner before her was a boyfriend and girlfriend, and apparently the girlfriend killed herself in a car accident that she purposely caused. Anyways from the time I was about 5 until prob about now, I have been witnessed to things and so has my siblings, such as I can remember shawdows on the wall, when I was about 12, 13, I used to love to stay up and watch tv late at night during the summer time, well I was watching tv one night the volume low when all of a sudden I heard a woman’s voice but more like mumbling. At first I thought it was my older sister sneeking out of the house, so I turned the volume down and I kept on sayin sis is that you repeatly, so I finally just got up and when I walked into the kitchen it stopped and everyone was in bed asleep. I’ll tell you I never ran so bad to my room,lol. Then another incedent happened when I was about 14, 15, I had a friend staying the night and she had no idea about my past stories until one night. We were just hanging out in my room with the music turned up when all of all sudden we heard a knock on my door, which I was thinking it was my parents. WE didn’t say anything to each other I mean she heard it too so we got up and went to my door and no one was there, I went to the den where my parents were and they said they didn’t do it and they were in the same position. Then one night I went out with some friends to have a  drink I was 21 ( now 23) we thought we would talk to these psyhics for fun . Well I talked to her about my expreinces in the past and she said they may be telling me something or a message ( just to inform you my great grandmother was a gypsie from hungray. But anytime now that I go over there I still feel like someone is watching me or if I am nervous or scared I will just say aloud,”ok I am getting scared now can you stop” and whatever it is or the feeling will go away. I hope you believe me and I would love to talk to someone about I do find it interesting thanks for your time,



Ghost On RobinHood Dr.

By: nicenwet82@yahoo.com


There was this house where I used to live on RobinHood Dr. It was a very spaceous two story house that I loved because I had the biggest room. Well  the first couple of nights there I could feel someone standing in the doorway looking at me as I wash dishes. It felt like someone was takeing the dishes out of my hand as I was washing them and broke them in the sink because they kept breaking as I put them in the sink to be washed off. I hated to stay home by myself because no matter what time of the day it was something always happened. One night while wakeing up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom I decided to check on my two sisters. So I headed down the hallway to check my oldest sister's room, she was sleep. So I walked just inches to my youngest sister's room to check on her and the door slamed shut in my face. I was so scared I ran back to my room and jumped in my bed, my heart was raceing.
Another night when I asked my bestfriend to come over to my house to sleep, we were down stairs eating a late night snack while my oldest sister was in my room looking at magazines. She asked us if we closed the door to my room. We told her no. And she told us she heard someone coming upstairs and closed my door. On holloween my mom told me to stay home and pass out the candy to kids. I hated that because I didn't want to be in that house by myself. So I locked myself in my room while watching "Freddy's Dead". I could hear someone walking up the stairs and then whatever it was it started turning my door knob as if it was trying to get in. I was even scared to go downstairs to give out the candy. I was happy when my mom came home.
When I was pregnant with my first child my mom started to leave me in the house by myself a whole lot. She was always working, my oldest sister was always by her boyfriend's house and my youngest sister moved out. So I had to wait until my boyfriend came over so I wouldn't be scared. When I was five months pregnant my mom told me to start sleeping on the sofa bed to keep me from walking up and down the stairs. One night I woke up cause I was scared to be in the house by myself. I decided to take a bath so I went outside to turn on the water in the house. when I got inside I heard something fall. It sounded like a cup or something. But as I was looking around I didn't see anything.
And this is the most scareiest thing to ever happen to me in that house. One morning my mom came upstairs to let me know I didn't have to go to school. As she headed downstairs to go to work, the doorway to my room got really dark. As I staired into the darkness I seen the grim reaper as plain as day in my doorway. I stood there for a mintue in my bed scared out of my mind, heart raceing again. I jumped out of bed and closed my door. EVERY STORY IS TRUE. THIS STUFF REALLY HAPPENED TO ME AND ONLY ME. NO ONE ELSE THAT I'VE TOLD BELIEVES ME!



Tugging on the Covers

By: tiny666_13@hotmail.com

When i was asleep one night, I felt a tug on my duvet. I thought it was just
someone trying to wake me up but there was no-one there. So i went back to
sleep and it happened again but this time the duvet had been pulled down,
and I could feel a hand touching my breast. I moved over slightly, and then
it felt as if someone was kissing me. I moved again, and the next time, the
bottom of my nightdress was moving up on its own. I turned the light on and
didnt go to sleep that night. It hasn't happened since.



My Cat

By: jazzdragon@ntlworld.com

Our cat, name Vege (short for vegemite, Australian) was put down on the
feast of Stephen, 6 December.  We were all v. sad, blah blah blah.  A few
days later, the family was watching the last of the Miss Marple films (can't
remember the date) and I kind-of-saw Vege jumping from arm to arm of the
sofa and up onto the back.  It was strange, because I do not remember having
seen anything with my waking eyes, but I did remember the cat.  I must have
blinked and seen it, but it took up a few seconds, and when I resumed
watching the T.V., the programme was still in the same place.  And then I
kept getting flashes of her on the back of the sofa, out of the corner of my
eye.  There has been nothing since then, but I thought it was worth
mentioning.



Ft. Riley

By: dawgstarr1967@yahoo.com

As I was station in Ft. Riley I have never heard of, nor have I seen the polo playing ghost, or that the artillery field that is haunted. As a Military Policeman I have work numerous mid-shifts on Ft. Riley and these are some of the things that I have seen. First the commanding generals quarters; once while conducting a security check of the house due to the General and his family were on leave, I was at the back side of the house checking the interior of the house I observer at the front window what appeared to be a ladies large brim style hat in white. As I came around the side towards the front I saw a umbrella next to the wall as I look down not to trip over the rocks the items were gone.  The Museum on main post is truly haunted, on stormy nights the alarms will go off and once reset they will go off a hour to hour and half later.  The basement is seal due to the fact that in the 1800 there was a choloria epidemic and the ground was frozen solid, so the dead where buried under what was then the old hospital.  Old out-door chapel has been the spot of satanic rituals using dogs and cats.  Wiliston point rd, in the first left hand curve, if you stop there, about 100-200 meters back in the bush you will find a old range that is abandon.  This range was use during Vietnam war retraining. Story has it that a private from the retraining brigade that use to be on camp Funston was at a day range. He stood up it with his M-16 and shot at the First Sgt and the Range Sgt before he was shot and killed. I have seen a glowing light on this road but did not stop to see what it was. Waters Hall is a very wierd place. According to what I have found out a young maid and a officer where in love. The officer had to go back east to go to school and take care of family business. Upon his r urn he brought with him a new wife. Seeing this the maid went out to the well and jump in during a snow storm. The well is still there and sealed, and I have seen footprints leading from the well into the hall. On sometimes around 0100-0300 you can still see a light in the window. If you go inside you cannot find the light inside its only visible from the outside. There are numerous other places that are haunt, like Water plant hill, Custer Hill, Sullivent heights, Reception barracks, and 716 Military Police barracks



Video Store in Texas

By: dromoe@hotmail.com

there is a Hollywood Vidoe in austin, texas at the corner of bee caves and
highway 71 that is haunted. There used to be a ranch that a family lived on
years back that buried there relatives on their land. In 1998 they built the
HEB shopping center that sits there now, but in the far corner of the
property across from the hollywood video there sits a cemetary gated off
with 4 plots. I've worked there for 3 years and ive seen things fly off
shelves and heard wierd noises. One night me and the store director were
counting down drawers in the back office after close one night when we
heard, what sounded like, a giant chandelier come crashing to the ground. we
rushed out the door to see what it was to find not a single broken or out of
place item in the whole store. ANother time some of our employees saw a lady
come running from the cemetary with beer bottles in her hands and start
throwing them staright up in the air to come crashing down on the parking
lot. SHe then ran back to the cemetary behind the trees. when our employess
ran over there to check it out no one was there. Whats interesting is that
when you go back there time to time you can see peoples discarded beer
bottles sitting next to the cemetary. it was as if the ghosts was pissed
that people left them back there.



The Little Girl In The Basement

By: rtlatenchi@nyc.rr.com


My name is Amanda.  I live in brooklyn ny. My house is 100 years old and there are some weird experiences that do happen in my house. Most in mybasement. My grandmother and two tennage uncles recently moved down there a few years ago. My grandmother and my uncle matt who is 16 have the ability to see spirits.
In the basement weird things happen. Doors open and close by themself.
But their is this little girl who they my uncleand grandmother have seen. I have seen her to. Well her shadow. My grandmother and uncle have seen her in human form. She has blond hair and she has it in curls she has a dress on. She appears then dissapears. Sometimes you can hear her walking or playing.  My grandmother also said there was a woman in the basement who appears and dissapers.My grandmother beileves the women left the house because she has not seen her in a while.
My grandmother lilly upstairs beileves that the spirit who is supposed to be a girl might be my grandfather when he was a child. My grandfather died a few years back. He was pretty much my step granfather he wasnt really my moms dad. He is polish and my family is puerto rican and itallian. Anyway my grandma mary said that it cant be him because she knows this is a girl.
We still do not know the girls name.
Also, when i was  younger about 6 i was playing with this girl my mom used to babysit Celina we dropped a iron and the water came out We went to get napkins to clean it up and when we came back the water was formed into a handprint and we still to this day do not know how that happened
The spirits in my house  are friendly and i do wanna look into who that little girl was.




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