Jumping on the Couch

By: Daved712@cs.com

Well, this was just an ordinary night. My Mom was cooking dinner and I was
watching t.v. in the playroom. My cat was on the couch. Suddenly out of nowhere,
the couch rumbled as if someone had jumped on it. I fell off the couch,
because I was pushed. My cat was sleeping and then he woke up. He started rolling
over and purring, like someone was petting him. Now this wasn't my only
experience with this ghost. She has been haunting us for many years. I believe her
name is Tina. She used to live in our house and loved cats. She brings my family
and I no harm. But at night its as if she's watching us. And it scares me out
of my wits. Tina does a lot more that I can just not get into, I will keep
updated on Tina in the future, on this website, if you would really like to know
more about her.



Haunted Michigan

By: PILDITCH1@CHARTER.NET

When I was younger i went to an elementry school called Visatition Academy now know as Bay Area Public school. It closed down when I was eight. My aunt, cousin, and I had always strange things happen to us. The school was suposedly haunted by a nun who died there for some unknow reason. The school has been around sense the turn of century. I'm am.....um......sensitive, if that is what you want to call it, to spirits. The day after the school had closed my aunt and cousin had permission to pick something up from the school. As they were walking down the hall they could hear whistling. Not the kind of wind whistle but this one had a tune to it. They were the only ones in the building there were no cars outside and the building was also locked.  They grabbed what they needed and ran out of the building. My cousin and I were walking down the stairs when she felt something like a drop of water hit her head. "What the..." She said and we looked up. There was a puddle of blood on the ceiling. We quickly ran down the stairs breathing very fast. One day I was walking alone down the hallway about to return a book. I looked up the stairs to the library, I walked up five of the steps and stop dead in my tracks. I could sense something or someone. I looked around and didn't see anyone and all the doors to the classrooms were shut. I was only in second grade when this happened. I started to get scared. I took one fast step down the stairs and tripped(I wasn't that graceful back then), bounced off two stairs, and landed on my back. I started to cry for two reasons: 1. I was scared and 2. my butt and back hurt. The librarian ran down the stairs five minutes later and comforted me.



Haunted Locations

By: Dita1207@aol.com


I really enjoy your site.  I am a former student of Ventura High School in Ventura.  I took drama all for years, was the president of the drama club and spent way to much time in the theater.  I was so excited to see Ventura included in this list because it is often forgotten. 
Several times a year the drama student are allowed to hold parties in the theater.  During those late night outings the story of Toby always come up.  When all the lights are out and you stand center stage and look straight up you can see a figure slightly swaying.  There is also a burgundy puddle shaped stain on the light wood floor right below that.  Sometimes it is very faint and other times it is quite dark and it will expand to three times it's size.  The later the night the more change of seeing the stain in it new form.  I have witnessed this several times, and it normally occurs the same night you tell the story of Toby.  There have been several sightings as well.  On one of the late night drama club parties several of the students were invited to stay the night and sleep on the stage.  Several students claimed to have woken off and on through out the night and seen a teen age boy sitting on the edge of the stage with his feet dangling over.  The next morning through process of illumination the students realized it was not anyone that had spent the night and the theater was locked so no one else could have gotten it.  It was said to be Toby. 
There is a room in the very back of the theater, about three stories up.  It is where one can control the old manual spot lights.  To get to the room you must climb a very narrow stair way in the foyer of the theater.  You then enter into a long narrow hallway.  The spot light room is plain walls, no lights and an old toilet that has not worked in decade.  People have felt a gusts of wind, as if someone is running past you, while climbing the stairs, have thought they saw someone at the end of the dead end hallway and there are freezing spots in the already cold room.  I personally was once in the theater all by myself preparing for a class to come down.  I was setting the spot light.  There are small windows, one for the light and one for the operator, facing the stage.  I was looking out to be sure the curtains were open to turn on the light.  When I looked out into the dark theater, the only light coming from a row of open doors on the floor below me, I saw a male figure on the stage.  I yelled out to who I assumed was a fellow student to move center left so I could set the light.  I thought I saw the figure move and when I turned the light on and went to place it center left the figure vanished.  I assumed I has simply just thought I had seen someone from such a far distance.  Later others claimed to have similar experiences.
The theater has class rooms on the back side on the third floor.  There is no way to access the second floor unless you enter from the theater.  It is almost an abandon section of the school.  The second floor is made up of many tiny rooms that are kept locked.  Some rooms can be accessed through small crawl spaces, there are no doors.  People have experienced many strange things there and many students, myself included, will not go there.  The woman's dressing room is said to be haunted.  The large clothing rack will sometimes start to roll as if it is on an incline.  People have been sitting at the mirror and thought they saw someone walk behind them only to realize they were alone.  Hangers will fall of the rack for no reason.  Small personal items will go missing on opening week such as lips ticks or hair clips.
The "shop" is located behind the main theater.  It is where sets are built and stored.  Many of the walls have students hand prints or names painted on it.  The room in as tall as the building, 3 stories.  The signed wall has been painted over many times, but short after a name and year will appear painted back on near the top where no ladder can reach.  To enter the room you must open very large and very heady doors.  One door is like a warehouse door that must be slid open, often requiring the use of two people.  The heaviness of the door keeps it in its place.  If left open and when inside the set building room, the doors will often slowly slide closed for no reason.  To close it normally takes great force by a person.
Ventura high school is a very old and was once said to be a college.  I know of mnay other stories of other sections of the school.




Ghost at Woodrow Wilson Rehab Center

By:    babypoohbear1999@yahoo.com

I found your page the other day and seen that you had woodrow wilson rehab on there.  I lived there for more than a year and I can tell you that there are ghost there. My 2 roomates and I  lived in one of the most active sweats on the campus. And our room was the power point.
I had been there for no more than a week when I was told of the hunting.  That intrested me, because I am no stranger to seeing ghost.  ANd it didn't take long for me to relized that woodrow is not your normal hunting sit.  I had only been there for maybe a month when i seen the first fof the gost for my self, A woman maybe eary 20s or so dressed in a nusring uniform.  She walked though the door and over to the empty bed and just looked at it for aa sec and frund.  When she notic me looking at her she just smiled and nooded her head and walked out.
2 months later 1 of my 2 roommates moved into the room with me.  We were talking about the hunting when I told her about the nurse.  She told me that she had read of this nurse and that it just did that.  Right after she moved in the other roomate came it to.   And all 3 of use stared noticing things.  At one point there wasthis male figuer that would comeing to the room and just hung around.  When one of us got upset so did he and he would pintch and scratch and you and leave these marks on your sides. 
About 6 months beforei was to gradute another male shaped thing stared coming into our room but this one wasn't a nice.  he would just screamed at us to get out of the room and not to come back. One of these times he forsed one of  my friends down on the ground out side of the room and would not let her up untill he wanted her up.  At this point we started to tell the dorm staff of these events and not one of them would belive us. One night while i was taking a shower, the male figuer came in and started to get very violent  He Raped his hands round my neck and just sweezed my neck untill I stared to get choked. THen he would stop and he did this twice before i could get out of the shower.  When i when into the room I told my roomate and showed her the marks on my neck, And she showed me the marks on her side that he had put on her. This went untill untill we left woodrow. 
The staff there will not belive you on any of the things that go on there.  THey all say it is just a story, even though one of the staff members has seen the ghost for him self.  He was fired by the way for even telling what he seen that night.  If anyone would like to talk to me about woodrow wilson, Please contact me at babypoohbear1999@yahoo.com



3 Seperate Stories

By: mandy_kat_91@hotmail.com

The first occurence I had was in my last house... I was eating dinner in the kitchen and looking towards the hallway suddenly a can of diced tomatoes flew into the air and landed on the ground without rolling or anything. It was made even weirder by the fact that it went up then fell to the ground. My mom dismissed the fact that it was strange by saying that it probably just fell.
The second occurence was in the house I currently live in... I was sitting on one of the chairs in my livingroom around 8pm. My parents were visiting realatives 8 hours away so I had the place to myself. Out of the corner of my eye I could clearly see a girl with blonde/red hair done up in a braid wearing a white dress walking out of the kitchen and through the hallway into my parents bedroom. I was to freaked out to go look and I didn't dare move or anything. Later I called up my aunt and one of my step-sisters to tell them what had happened.
The third occurence was in this house too... around the 26th of December (2004) I was sitting downstairs playing games on my dads computer. I heard a scream that lasted about 1sec then I felt a cold breeze on my neck.
My mom also has heard a girls voice saying "Please, help." downstairs one time when she was doing the laundry.


St.James, Minnesota area

By: DMickelson@mchsi.com

A young carpet layer who had to work nights laying carpet in a farm house because the carpenters were working there in the daytime experienced some weird things while working those late hours alone.  
These happenings were enough so he would not allow his wife and young daughter to come to this farm while he was working there.   He was afraid for them. 
He would be working alone hammering the tack strips around the outsides of the rooms and he always felt that someone was watching him.    He would be hammering the strips in and when he stopped pounding, the pounding would continue.     Late at night his horn started honking on his van outside.   He thought it was awfully late for any of his buddies to be pulling pranks on him but he went downstairs and opened the front door and the horn quit honking.      He decided to have a cigarette while sitting in his van as they don't want smoking in a new house where a young family with small children and babies will be moving into.     While having the cigarette, he saw a figure going past the upstairs window.    Yes, he completed the carpet job.     This farm house is the next farm west of another St.James happening that will be in another separate report.      He is a serious person with a good reputation for telling the truth and would not want to be kidded about this incident.   I know him to be credible



Sleep Paralysis (Narcolepsy)

By: elizabeth.kennon@att.net
 


I started experiencing Sleep Paralysis in my late teens/early twenties (1998 to
1999) I didn't want to tell anyone about it because I thought that they would
think I was a freak (I was beginning to believe that I was a Freak). It was a
stressful time in my life. I was having a hard time staying awake in the day
time. I would go to bed early and I would still fall asleep in the day. I
thought maybe I was getting too much sleep, so I tried sleeping just 5 to 6
hours and I would still fall asleep. I made sure I was eating healthy and
exercising, and I would still feel very drowsy and fall asleep. I finally went
to the Dr. and my Dr. did blood tests and everything was normal. I thought
maybe I had a thyroid or hormonal problem or anemia, etc, but everything was
normal.
So my Dr. recommended me to a Neurologist. When I went into the exam room he
brought me a pamphlet with all of the symptoms that I had been having. I was
elated! At last..I am not a Freak! "So..Dr. you mean....this happens to other
people too!" He added that some people thought they were being abducted by
aliens when this happened to them.
The first time I experienced Sleep Paralysis....I was awak ed in the middle
of the night..(not all the way awake..ya know)..tingling sensations would start
from my toes and slowly go up to my head. I am looking around and thinking, but
I cannot move! I am screaming at my husband who is only inches away "BILLY!!
BILLY!!" I want to reach for him, but, I am unable to move! What is this? I
then fell back to sleep.
Another time it happened, I think I had an "out-of-body" experience. When it
happened this time, I was on the ceiling of my room looking down at my husband
and I sleeping. I remember feeling the ceiling on my back. I remember the
positions we were sleeping in and the way the blankets were. At the same time,
I turned my head (still on the ceiling) and looked down the hallway (we had a
long hallway right next to our room) and something evil was fleeing out of my
house in horror! I felt empowered! I felt strong! I yelled at it by name (it
is real fuzzy right now, but I think it's name started with an "A") and when it
exited my house...it let out a real deep and loud "YUSHA" sound! I think in
some strange way...my spirit was fighting something evil in my home.
Of course, my Dr. says that it is Narcolepsy. He hooked me up to 2 sleep
studies. One in the night and another in the day. They hooked up all of these
electrobes(sp?) to me from the top of my head (glued them onto me and into my
hair) to the bottom of my feet. They video taped me sleeping. Each time, the
tests showed that I was in REM sleep within 3 minutes of falling asleep. I did
not move at all the entire time that I slept. So based on this, I was diagnosed
with Narcolepsy and I take Provigil 200mg (I have to take the max dosage) 2 in
the morning as soon as I get up and 1 at noon. I started with a lower dose, but
the Dr. has increased it.
I only experience Sleep Paralysis when I am going through extreme stress.
Thankfully, I have not experienced it in about 2 and 1/2 years.



North Florida Hauntings

By: AFerguson121@aol.com


I live in Fort Walton Beach, Florida. I've viewed your site many times to see what new locations there are in my area. I'm a channeler, so i really enjoy new places to attempt to contact spirits.  Everyone locally knows about the Bagdad cemetary. Its actually a somewhat peaceful cemetary, I'd have to find them, but i've got pictures of strings of light, orbs, faces, just a wealth of paranormal activity. Most all of the spirits in that cemetary are very friendly, AS LONG AS,  you let them know you're there to document them, and not to harm their graves. There is only one spirit to date that showed me or anybody i was with any sort of hostility. He is an old farmer who was run over by equipment, he doesn't like visitors towards the back end of the cemetary where his grave it, and even on the EVP recordings, he can be heard saying, "Stay away from my place." You may want to post some sort of discretion, that there is an entity that prefers no visitors towards the back LEFT of the cemetary. This particular spirit will try to trip you, push you down, make noises, etc to get you away from his grave. I've personally heard the kids playing around 1am, there is a trailor park right near the cemetary, but those kids aren't out there at 1am.
Chumuckla: it is in chumuckla city limits, NOT Jay. Jay is on the other side of the road from the Tom Thumb on the corner.
I do not suggest anybody go to this area. This cemetary along with Cobb cemetary in Crestview/Milligan ( it is really in Baker, Florida) has Extremely hostile spirits. The Cobb cemetary is even worse than this one. Both are in the middle of the woods. You have to drive down a road about a mile or so long. The child singing is a little boy, who was lost back there on a hunting trip with his grandfather. He told me they were still lost, and I have a picture of them walking out of the wooded area around the cemetary, i need to find them. They were both murdered back there by an unknown person. I believe when we were there, I counted 6 murders to have happened between 1980 - 2004 INSIDE the cemetary. The first visit there, was horrible. As my friend and I left, and were driving into Milton, i had a sudden urge to harm him and then myself. The Second time we went i blatently asked who was the imp that did that. I picked up on a very hostile entity and on the EVP recordings he can be heard saying he hated me and wanted me to die. Why me specifically, i couldn't seem to get out of him. Other entities asked if we would leave, and asked us to ask others not to return. Clearly, the Entities do not want people in the Chumuckla Cemetary.
The Cobb cemetary was an even worse experience. A grave stone has something funny on it, that was part of the headstone, my friend Carter chuckled to himself, on the EVP recording you can hear an entity say something what sounds like, "I will kill you.....<can not understand>.... laughing." I felt very very very bad energy all around me, .and I got an extremely bad headache. Locals wouldn't even take us back to the cemetary, we only were taken to the road that leads back there. I got the distinct feeling we were not welcomed and we stayed 5 minutes and never returned to that area. One local even said that was a "portal" from another realm. I didn't feel that was the case, but, with the way I was feeling at the time, it very well could have. I went from fine to ill in a matter of seconds.
The Beer idea is false. Nobody locally has ever heard of that before and everyone of them said we were insane and stupid for even thinking about going back there.
Pace, Florida. There are NO orbs or ANYTHING Paranormal about the Maternity section. I took over 100 pictures, and looked like a complete moron, and there wasn't anything there. I asked store workers about the area and they said a lot of people had been coming in and standing in the Maternity section looking like they were waiting to see something.
One Woman said A pregnant woman was killed in the parking lot about 5 years ago, and her ghost can SOMETIMES be seen walking from her car (at the back end of the parking lot) to the last lightpole before you get to the doors. Only her and one other security guard have seen the entity... the security guard (loss prevention) saw her on tape walking, then disappearing before she ever made it inside.


Ghost(s?) in My House


By: crummycritter104@sbcglobal.net

I'm a very sensive person as is my mom. I am 13. I see things all the time. I see black things moving out of the corner of my eye a lot. They woosh! past me. When i went on a cruise i saw a ghost walking toward me without a head! I turned to look at it because i had seen it out of the corner of my eye and it was gone. I would feel a burning on my shoulder while i'm reading a ghost book so i would turn the book in that direction and the burning goes away. Three times on that cruise i heard my name being called out and no one was there. I have called on my guardian angel and opened myself, but my mom has informed me that if I open myself too much, I could open myself to a negative energy. She said taht it's poosible that that's what was on the cruise. Sometimes, pictures of me fall over and the sound system starts playing when I've turned the volume all the way down. My mom and sister have seen this ghost two times each. They never told each other but they told me. They each descibed him to me and the descriptions were the same. I told them and they were very surprised as well. Is there more than one ghost in my house? One thing's for sure, ther is at least ONE in my house. When I close my eyes, I see shadows moving around. Usually hovering above me, which I believe to be my guardian angel. Sometimes when I pray to my angel (I have my eyes closed), I see a human walking and when I open my eyes, there is nobody there. I tend to have deja vu a lot. Sometimes I predict the future in my dreams. I had this dream when I was only in first grade that I was marching down this street playing a viloin. Everyone was like, wow! that's really good1 They all came out of their houses and started following me. I was seeing the picture from a distance and at the same time from my perspective. It was the most amazing experience and it wasn't even real! When I woke up, my mom was making coffee and I begged her to let me lear the violin. She seemed surprised at the sudden spurt o this. She asked why I suddenly wanted to do this and I told her about my dream. She was surprised that a child such as I could get a message like this. I was not raised to know who God was and my mom knew that I was sent this from some spirit, God? My guardian angel? Who knows for sure? But I was DEFINATELY sent that message for a reason. I never payed attention to the details of the dream but I have them perfect in my dream. Finally, my mom got me lessons. I recently was thinking his over and I realized something; the street I was marching down in my drem was the street that my violin teacher lived on (I got a new teacher)! It makes perfect sense because that teacher got me into OCHSA, Orange County High School of the Arts for my violin. It's amazing how something so small that didn't mean anything to me then, not knowing about God or guardian angels, got me so far. Clearly, someone is watching over me. Speaking of watching over me, I was on the way to school with my friend and my dad. My dad didn't have much sleep the night before, but he drove anyway. We normally take my dog, but we both got this feeling to not take her, so we didn't. I thank God that we didn't. My friend and I were tired, so we closed our eyes. We were at an intersection by my school when suddenly, there was an enormous jerk of the car. Our eyes opened and were promptly filled with smoke from the air bags. I saw my dad in front of me, he looked so lifeless. I screamed his name but there was no answer. We got out of the car as soon as we could. We screamed our lungs out for help and the security at school came. We were bawling. I thought my dad was dead. A lady called 911 and ambulences came. My dad suddenly was trying to start the car! He had been knocked unconcious from the air bag's impact. He had a concussion and had no idea we were even there. I helped him out of the car. He got a burn on his arm from the air bags' smoke and his head was bleeding. The passenger side the car was hit; the seat the my dog sits in. She is small and would have been killed for sure. I prayed to God and to guardian spirits to heal my dad and watch over him. He healed and is fine now.  he can't remember what happened, but he thinks he might have fallen asleep for a second and tried to turn when he didn't have the right of way and the person who did turned and hit him. We were blessed for our dog's and my dad's sake. My friend and I were unhamred except she hit her head because she was in the back seat on the right side. I bit my lip and so i had a bit of a nasty cut on my lip that was beeding, but we were fine.  We got lucky.



A Story


By: s.jeffery1@ntlworld.com

i am a beliver in ghosts and spirites i will tell you why in this story you can belive it or not in 1988 i had a still born son i called  him joseph i was in and out of hospital with him from being 6 weeks pregnent i was bleeding badly some of the time  somtimes i spent just days in hospital and other times i was in for weeks at a time at one stage when i was bleeding badly they told me i will loose him but no he kept on holding on when i was 19 weeks i started to bleed again really badly they tild me to get ready for bad news but yet again when i had a scan he was still there they then told me he was a boy i was so over joyed he was there i stayed in hospital were they gave me a spinerbifider test it came back not normal so they did a specail scan on his back which showed he was normal no sign of this any way what with the bad bleeds things got worse and at 22 weeks pregnent i went into labour and yes at 1 pound 4 oz he was still born so they told me after i gave birth to him  no a few weeks after his death i was in bed i was awake thinking i will have to get up soon carnt lie here all day  i heard this little voice saying mummy am better off this side that that side i jumped up and ran down the stairs i now no this was my dead sons voice telling me he is ok as i do think it was



SP in NY

By: tiberius4117@yahoo.com

While visiting family in Syracuse, NY I experienced an event of sleep paralysis while staying in my grandmothers house. While a very scary event, it was an empowering mystery. I don't believe this came from a entitiy in the house, though the house is very old. The even occurred while I was sleeping on the couch downstairs in the living room. From the living room you enter the dining room and straight ahead is my grandmothers room, to the right is the kitchen, and next to the living room entrenceway are the stairs which lead to the rest of my sleeping family upstairs. I was asleep on the couch and vividly remeber my dream of being in what I believed to be the Syracuse Shopping Town Mall. I remember seeing my cousin Paul running through the main aisle between the stores, of which were shrowded in darkness. I did not get a good feeling from the dark and I was calling out for him to stop and not enter a dark store/room. He runs to the end of the aisle and heads left into a dark room. I chase after him into the dark but he is gone and I see nothing. Almost like I ran right into a trap. Then I'm awake. I can see my body on the couch, moving my eyes to the t.v. the chairs, but unable to move my body. There is a pure black figure like a shadow standing in the middle of the room; even though it is dark, I can still make out his figure. Feelings of anger rise in me and I no longer want this figure to be present. I start screaming at it, if only in my head but it heard me. "Get out!" It grabs my right arm which is draped over my body. As you are aware SP is inbetween states. His hand to my arm was there, I could feel it, but also wasn't there. Like he grasped my spirit. Inbetween the physical and metaphysical. I am pulled from a laying position straight face to face with a silhouette with a eling in my gut as though I was falling. It simply asked me "How did you stand up?" Intending no harm, almost as if it were complimenting in an agressive way or surprised by my boldness. It slowly let me back down into my physical body and I still feel as though I'm falling. My head is positioned towards the wall which has a space of a few feet between it and the couch. I could see the figure standing in that space watching over me. I believed this figure to be my brother. I wanted to move and call out but I was still paralyzed. The figure slowly faded and I regained movement. I called out my brothers name but he was not downstairs. I ran upstairs only to find my family all sleeping peacefully.



Paranormal

By: morpheus92000@yahoo.com

Well here it goes.   Ever since I was a kid I was
involved in the paranormal.  Starting with my grandma
who was a "curandera"  in Guatemala.  Even then I was
skeptical and refuse to believe even while seeing
things no kid or for that matter adult should be
seeing.  This is just one event that I always recalled
because normally in  my experiences there was never
actual physical contact.  I was in the military and on
weekend leave from Camp Pendleton, CA.  As many of us
jarheads did back then I gather my bag and headed down
south for some weekend fun in Tijuana.  I always
stayed at Linda's Hotel I believed was its name.
Normally the guy who ran it always reserved a room for
me because I always tipped him.  On this occasion I
got the room under the stairs one that I never had
stayed in before.
I came back from dancing that night took a shower and
fell sleep.  Later in the night a loud humming woke me
up.  It was a weird sound almost like a vibrating kind
of sound that would go up and down in pitch.  The
intensity grew and then that's when I felt it.
Something had grabbed me!  It appeared as if it was
two very large hands from underneath the bed.  I was
startled.  Now if you would have asked me how I would
of reacted if that happened before, I would of said
scared shit less.  The weird thing was I was not
scared.  I was angry!  I couldn't believe it.  This
cant be happening I thought, this is BS.  Finally I
was able to wrestle free.  I jumped out of bed and
turned on the light.  I preceded to check under the
bed, then the closet and finally the bathroom.  I
didn't know what the heck I was looking for.  Needless
to say I didn't feel like right back to sleep.  I was
thinking maybe it was only a nightmare that seemed
very real and I woke up.  That makes sense the
rational man in me said.  I picked up a book to calm
me down(99 Confirmed Kills a Sniper's story) and so I
could reconcile my  sleep.
I had read about a page when the humming started
again.  I got nervous and started looking around when
all of a sudden the book went flying out of my hands!
Darn if something had grabbed me again.  Only now the
lights were on and I was wide awake.  I only had
briefs on so I could see the indentations on my naked
skin.  I seem to have three on each side of my body as
if it was a pair of giant invisible hands with only
three fingers grabbing me. Two were on my chest on
either side, two on my stomach and one on each leg.  I
didn't feel as much scared as i felt in disbelief.  I
kept thinking this can't be real!  My mind raced
through many possibilities but I really couldn't come
up with an explanation.  During all this I was
struggling to brake free.  I finally realized that if
this was some kind of demon or evil spirit then for
sure this proves the existence of God and angels.  So
I yelled you do not frighten me!  God is my shield and
my strength!  I mustered my energy and broke free.  I
said aloud that i had payed for this place and that no
entity was going to drive me away.  I said begone now!
 You have no power over me because the Lord is my
protector!  Let me be!  After that I laid down on the
bed pulled my covers over me and fell sleep.  The next
day I informed the clerk about what happened.  He said
someone had perished in that room and that ever since
then sometimes they get reports of disturbances.  I
told him to never ever give me that room again!  This
is just one of my encounters but one that really
rattled me.  The rest have always been more of a
visual nature and not violent.  Some people may say
that to be able to experience supernatural incidents
is a "gift" you know the old born with a "veil" crap.
But I say you can keep it.  The ability to be able to
sense and see certain things has never brought me any
joy.  By the way I also have my aunt who is a famous
psychic and my other aunt who is into the occult.
Maybe our nuttiness runs in the family.  Thanks ! 




My (Latest) Experience

By: amaleen6@msn.com

I grew up in a haunted house, but I never saw the “extra” little girl.  My dad and one of my sisters did; the rest of us only heard her.  A lot.  She’d make noise upstairs every day, like she was doing acrobats or something. 
Also, I had a strange experience at Gettysburg.  Again, I only sensed there were soldiers in the woods where the Confederate Army waited to do Pickett’s Charge.  What I sensed was their emotions, really.  Fear, despair, adrenaline rush, etc.  I didn’t see anyone.
However, a few weeks ago, I went to a Christmas party with my mom at a restaurant located in an old building (at least 100 years).  Near the end of the party, I needed to use the restroom.  Mind you, I only drank pop the whole time, so I was completely sober. 
So, I walk into the bathroom, and I see the reflection of this 30-40ish woman, dressed in nice pants and a sweater, in this full-length mirror to my left.  I only saw the back of her, and I automatically turned around to my right, and nobody was there.  This all happened so fast, and so unexpectedly, that I thought for a split-second, “Well, maybe that’s not a mirror.  Maybe that’s a doorway to more restroom stalls.”  (I’d never been in there before, so what did I know?)  In that same split-second, I realized it was a mirror like I initially thought.  And I was still alone in that bathroom. 
Since then, I’ve thought and thought about it, but there’s no “scientific” explanation.  I saw a ghost.  Apparently, some of them still feel the urge to use the restroom, too.



More Haunted Places

By: dawgstarr1967@yahoo.com

Hello again, I have other information that I would like to add from other places that I have been stationed during my time in the U.S Military:
Fallingbostel
I was station in North Germany during the cold war we use to do allot of mission with the British. One particular mission was rail-ex-prob-bex this was to reacted to the East German Military situation.  Well we would travel to a town call Fallingbostel. I believe it is close to Osnabruck. My group would be on the quartering parting and get all the rooms that some of the soldiers would stay in. The Kaserne (Post) was small and always had this smell of rotting animal. I ask one of the British soldiers what the smell was and he explained: That during War II the British soldiers were responsible for clearing this area.  They came under fire at this Post and chased the attackers. The Germans fled down into holes that were mined. The British not wanting to become tunnel rats flooded the holes. He say that the water some times drops and the smell begans mainly in summer.  He also showed me one of the seal holes on the way to my quarters. The hole was down the hall from my room in a area that they could not seem to keep lite. I know this because their electricians were there trying to repair them before the rest of the soldiers arrived but could not find the problem. At around 0130-0200 I heard boots running down the hall. I also gear rattling and like heavy panting.  I got up and went to the door and look out to see if it was the Brits trying to scare me, but there was no one there. I closed the door and heard banging at the next room and what I believed to be "Alarme" "Alarme". I grabbed my flashlight and look out the door again and it was gone.  So I walked out into the hall still no movement. I then though it was just a joke and went back to bed. As soon as I climbed back into the rack it was at my door,  oing the same thing. So I quickly grabbed my flashlight and ran to the door. I open the door and noone was there. Who ever it was had to be extremely fast to disappear down a hallway with rooms all on one side at about 50 feet apart.




Haunted House -Denver, CO


By: mbowling303@msn.com


In the late 70's and early 80's, I lived at 1430 Josephine St. in Denver,
CO. It is an old Victorion, with 10' foot ceilings, bay windows, fireplaces,
a huge wooden curving staircase, and a "parlor" with sliding doors off the
living room. It was built in the late 1800's. There was a "hidden" door
behind the furnace that led to the old coal room. It was a great place to
grow pot (but that's another story).
The house had been converted at some time into three apartments, one per
floor, but two brothers, Mike & Mark, rented the entire house in the early
1970's and opened it back up as one big house. When I moved in, I was told
by one of the brothers that it was a "certified" haunted house and recorded
as one at the Denver City Library. I went to the library one day and looked
up "haunted houses in Denver" in the card catalog. There it was, a card with
my address on it. There had been an article written a few years before about
the house and related some strange stories about it. I'm sure it's still on
file. I believe it was the Denver Business Journal, in October (Halloween
story) mid-1970's.
I lived on all three floors of that house at various times and some very
strange things happened. I also talked to other people who had lived there.
Mike is a musician and so a lot of other musicians (including me) stayed
there off and on. It was a great place to "crash" and party, and I knew a
lot of the people who had lived there.
Stories I heard:
A man staying in the house was sleeping in the parlor and had the sliding
doors open. They faced the circular staircase going upstairs. He said he
woke up during the night and a woman was standing on the stairs, wearing an
old-fashioned long dress and looking sternly at him. He said he was
paralyzed with fright and couldn't move. He watched her for what seemed like
a long time, looking at her clothes, her face, her eyes, wondering what was
going to happen next, and then he fell back asleep.
One of the brothers, Mark, was married, and one night he and his wife
retired early and both slept through the night as usual without waking. The
next day a neighbor said, "how come I wasn't invited last night?" The
neighbor said there had been a party going on in their house! He said the
lights were all on, there was music playing and he could hear people
laughing, glasses clinking, etc. and it went on until the wee hours of the
morning. They had slept through the whole thing! All the doors were still
locked, and there was no trace of evidence of any party.
The Basement: Mike owned a dog, who refused to go into the basement of the
house. Whenever Mike would go downstairs to the laundry room, the dog would
go to the top of the basement stairs and lie there whining until Mike came
back up. If Mike tried to call her downstairs, she would prance, growl and
bark (I saw this myself). She ran all over the rest of the house but as far
as I know, she never went into that basement.
Another musician friend of ours rented the basement apartment for a while.
One day his girlfriend was downstairs in the bedroom and he had gone
upstairs to the main kitchen. He heard her talking to someone so he went
back downstairs. She jumped in fright when she saw him come down the stairs
and told him that she had just seen him in the laundry room. She was so
scared of that place (I think he was, too) that he moved out.
My boyfriend (later my husband) moved into the house with me in the basement
apartment. One night lying in bed just as I was drifting off to sleep,
someone called my first name. I sat up and looked around, and my husband did
too. He said, "Did you hear that?" We both heard the same thing. The window
was partially open, so after searching the house and checking that the other
occupants were sleeping, he went outside and looked around. No one was
there.
I was lying in bed awake one morning (a lot of weird things happen when a
person is sleepy) deciding whether to get up or not, when the closet door
opened. It just opened like someone had turned the knob and opened it. It
had never happened before, and I immediately decided to get up - and get out
of the room.
I could tell you more, but I need to get back to work. I have no idea who
lives in the house now. I moved away from Denver in 1980 and came back in
1995. During that time the house was sold. I drive past it once in a while,
and I'm always hoping some day it will come up for sale and maybe I'll buy
it and get reacquainted with the ghosts of Josephine St. Thanks for having
this site.



"The House on Milton Street."

By: suntime22@hotmail.com

I should tell you that my family has had quiet a lot of paranormal
experinces in the past, and this is only too recent. I've waited for the day
for when I'd have some paranormal experience to post on this site, little
did I know that that day wasn't too long away.
It starts off with my cousin coming back from her 6-month holiday in England
and coming back to stay with us for a bit before she went back home. We will
call her Jessica. I'd heard creepy stories about her house, such as hearing
people call your name, footsteps, and other creepy stories that had been
going on in her house for months now. Before I get onto my experiences, I'll
tell you some of the experiences my relatives have had in thier house. One
night, my cousin was lying in bed and she felt someone kiss her gently on
the cheek, she dissmissed the thought, thinking it was her Dad coming in to
say goodbye before he went off to work. But it suddenly dawned on her that
her Dad had never done that before, so why should he start now? it the
morning she discovered her Dad was still in bed fast asleep! he didn't even
have work that day! so whoever kissed her, certainly wasn't part of her
family...
This one is probably the creepiest. In the middle of the night my Uncle got
up to get a class of Juice, when he walked into the kitchen somebody handed
him a glass of juice out of thin air. He walked off and didn't realise what
had happened, it suddenly clicked when he was on his way back to the
bedroom, he quickly ran off and jumped into bed. My other cousin, her
younger brother who we'll call James, said that if you sleep in his room you
wake up with hand marks all over you. My older brother who has moved out of
home who lives in that region and visits them often told me a few of his
experiences. He was in the shower
when someone tapped on the wall and he heard somebody running up and down
the hallway, and he was the only one there. He also said that when he was
sleeping in my cousins room he woke to find an old man standing over him. I
didn't really believe him since he's usually full of it.
While my cousin was up here we began talking about her house. "You should
come back with me!" she said.
Eagerly I told her yes.
So a couple of days later I packed my bags and flew back down with her.
Things passed quietly for about two days, but then my Aunty and Uncle left
for Australia, and that's when the 'fun' really began!!
I was to sleep in my cousins room with her, I had heard that her room was
the scariest (lucky me) and that in there you often got short of breath and
felt like someone else was in there. One night while brushing my teeth I
heard a female call my name very clearly. I went into my cousins bedroom and
asked "Did you just call me?" she started giggling because I was finally
experincing creepy happenings in the house. "No." she replied.
The next day and I stayed there by myself for a little because she was out
walking the dog and my other cousin was at work. I sat there for about
twenty minutes without anything happening, but then I heard a door open and
close somewhere in the back of house...
A couple of nights later my older brother and his girlfriend came over, as
they usually do. It was my older brothers 'bright' idea to take a late night
stroll through the nearby Cemetary. Unwillingly, the rest of us went with
him. It was a large, and very scary Cemetary, my brother and James took a
different root while me, Jessica and my brothers girlfriend headed for the
exit, not wanting to walk over the graves. Almost at the exit, we saw a
black cat between the cats, and at the other end of the cemetary, a white
cat at that gate. It was really creepy so we got the Hell out of there! my
brother and cousin James were about to enter a sitting both when they heard
a groaning sound and ran for thier lives.
A couple of days later I attempted to contact this spirit by means of
something much safer then a Ouija Board or Sayonce. The technique I picked
up is 100% safe. Me and Jessica went into her room while I closed my eyes
and called the spirit into my mental awareness, a psychic technique. We both
heard one of the floorboards by the door creak. We new this wasn't normal
because someone has to walk over this floorboard for it to creak. We told my
other cousin James about what happened and he told me to try again, I told
him no because I got the feeling it could anger what ever resided in this
house.
About two days later was the creepiest experience, something that just had a
Capital on it. I was in my cousins room reading. I then looked up into the
hallway and saw a black figure of a man standing there, leaning out of the
entrance to the other hall looking at me. I wasn't frightened, just curious.
It was strange because I always thought that if I had a ghostly experience
then I would scream in fear. But this was just plain weird, I thought I was
imagining things. After a few seconds the black human figure faded.
I should tell you that when ever you walk down the hallway you feel scared,
like you're being watched.
Two more nights laters I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth and my cousin
James was out in the hall. "Yeah, I do not like that." he said. "What?" I
asked. Her told me that he saw a black figure dart from his parents room
into the lounge, I new he was telling the truth because the blinds to the
door were swaying gently.
A few days before my flight back home my cousin told me that a psychic
friend of my brother's girlfriend picked up a little boy that didn't know he
was dead and liked to play tricks. We were also told that there was more
then one, this didn't really shock us because we had the feeling there was
more then one.
Then my flight back home came and I was only too happy to leave. But I knew
that my next stay there would come only too soon.
If anyone has any information about the Black and White cat in the Cemetary
then please email me at suntime22@hotmail.com
I'm always happy to swap stories and talk about ghosts.
Hope you had fun reading my story, bye!



True Stories

By: ninfrk@yahoo.com

I visited your site and have been hesitant to submit
my experiences because...,well just because.  I
noticed that you have Kalamazoo listed in your haunted
places, and I, having lived in that area of MI for24
years can say that it truly is.  The  history of the
town in itself is enough to garner an interest for
ghost hunters.  When the white settlers first came to
K-zoo, it was heavily populated by Native Americans.
As in many other parts of N. America, the white man
killed many of the indigenous people to meet their own
ends.  The Indians put a curse on the water supply
which says that anyone who drinks it will go crazy and
never be able to leave.  There are quite a few crazy
people in this town.  Also,  I have known many people
who have had unexplained experiences there, and have
had quite a few myself.   There was a house that was
out in the rural areas of town (It has since been torn
down) where the local teen contingent used to hang out
at.  The dwelling was an old farmhouse, circa 1820.  I
had been out there quite a few times, always at night
with a group of people.  The first time I went myself
and the people I was with entered the through what was
undoubtedly the back "Help" entrance.  As soon as I
walked into the dilapidated kitchen, I was seized by a
cold feeling. Granted, it was right before
Thanksgiving, and snowing, but I was wearing my winter
coat, and had been perfectly comfortable until that
moment.  Plus the hairs on the back of my arms/neck
felt like they jumped up on that instant.  That in
itself was enough for me, as I have a very healthy
respect for the spirit world.  Myself and another girl
went and waited for the rest of our group in the car,
While we were waiting, I happened to look up at one of
the 2nd floor windows and saw a vague shape standing
there with a candle.  Knowing that none of the people
still inside the House had brought candles with them,
I instantly freaked out.  This was in a room that
someone had painted all sorts of upside-down crosses
and posted Goya reprints all over the walls.  I did
not have to wait there afraid for very long, because
the rest of my group came running out of the back of
the house, got in the other car and took off speeding
down the road to a gas station.  We then found out
that while they were all at one side of the house
daring each other to go into the basement, a crash
sounded from the upstairs. 
   There is also a certain set of three headstones in
one of the main cemeteries in town that when one
photographs it heads will appear.  I have a photo, and
had it for many years before I ever noticed this.
There are clearly two men and a women, all three in
19th century type clothing and hairstyles.  One of the
"men" has a goatee, and the female form is wearing a
cotton hair cap.  You can clearly see it, one head for
each tombstone, and one of my friends has taken
pictures of the same gravestones, and the same thing
happened to her.



The Milan Ghost"s

By: bgan@juno.com

        I am 21 yrs old, and about 5 years ago i came in contact with a
couple of spirits.
I was getting ready to go to work as well as my mom, I was just doing my
hair and looking in
the bathroom mirror when I saw a child reflection run past the
bathroom....I looked to see if it was my mother, but it was'nt. My mom
was outside with the dog. I thought my mind was playing tricks on me
so i went back to getting ready. When I went to my room i was surprised
to see a mother with two children
sitting on my bed! It shoked me and I ran. When i returned they were
gone.....And ever since I have always had a weird feeling about rooms....



Started in My Childhood

By: Rachmerz@charter.net

My experiences with spirts have been going on since I was about ten years old or so.  The unexplainable started out in one of my old homes that I grew up in most of my childhood.  My house was about 30 years old when I moved in around the age of three.  I didnt experince anything unusual until about 10 or 11 years old.  I was laying in my bedroom one night watching TV when all of the sudden my clock sitting on the TV flew off and hit the back of my head board and shattered into peices.  I have no idea how this happend and i tried to dimiss it as the "wind" or something of that nature.  The weird incidents didnt stop there.  One morning i was getting ready for school and my Mom was getting ready for work.  We were both upstairs when all of the sudden we heard a load shattering sound.  Frightened we both ran downstairs and dicovered the mirror on our wall was on the other side of the room in peices.  I could understand a lose screw and it falling directly down, but all the way across the room?  a few years later my parents got divorced and my mother and I moved into an appartment, nothing strange really happend there.  A few years later we moved again to a condo and things got even more bizare.  I would always feel that i was not alone in the house.  One morning my feelings turned out to be true.  I had slept in my mothers room due to being frightend about being alone in my room.  I had woken up and went into the hall bathroom and to my horror discovered that the bathroom had been completely "rearranged" if you can call it that!  the mirror on the wall was scooted completely out of its hinges and hanging on very losely.  All of the candles in the bathroom were completely out of order all over the room, the soap dish was taken off of the sink and placed in the bathtub.  Also when i moved in the shower rod was very lose and kept sliding off, so my boyfriend put a matchstick book behind it to keep it from sliding, no one knew it was there but us and that was taken from behind the shower rod and torn up in little peices and placed in the soap dish in the bath.  Towls were taken out of the closet and thrown all over the room.  I couldnt believe what i had seen.  I called for my mom and she came in and also could not explain this horrific sight.  We didnt really say much and just put everything back in its natural place.  After that little things would just happen.  Lights would go on and off by themselves.  Doors would open and shut.  Also a few times things would be put in different places that  my mom and I had put them! I have never actually seen a spirt in person but whatever was in my house never failed to let us know it was there.  I havent felt threatened by this presence, but i just cant discribe why any of these things happen.  My grandmother always told me I have been very suseptable to these sorts of things, i never wanted to believe it, but now i know that there are some things I just cant explain.



Guardian Angel

By: renee.acree@mcchord.af.mil

A friend of mine passed away in 1995, three months before she was to graduate highschool.  Her funeral procession was nearly 4 ½ miles long, and some of us were unable to park near her burial site.  Immediately after her funeral I began to have a dream, almost nightly, about where her burial site was.  I remember the dream to this day.  I grew up in MI, and where she was buried was a HUGE cemetery.  I remember seeing “Stone St.” out of the corner of my eye, a huge oak tree directly in front of me, and kitty-corner to the right was a heart shaped headstone with her name on it, and a few others words from her mother.  Annie and I were friends at school, but never continued a friendship outside of, which means we never “hung out” after school, but at football games and things of that nature.  When I finally discussed this with my mom, she insisted that I were to find her site and talk to her, or I would never get rid of the dream.  Mom was correct, of course.  On Oct 30, 1995, which in MI is called Devils night, I had a fight with a friend of min, and I went to the cemetery to talk to Annie.  There was a little chill in the night breeze, it was probably about 35 degrees out.  When I was sitting at her site, I became warm on my left side and across my shoulders.  I was sitting with my left side towards her headstone.  I soon warmed up all over and was able to stop the shiver I had.  Just about the time I warmed up, my boyfriend at the time, Jamie, got out of the car, and I immediately got cold again.  He put his coat around me and asked if I were ok.  I told him I was, and that I would be ready in a few minutes.  He returned to the car, I said my goodbyes, and got into the car.  The first thing he said to me was that I was going to think he was out of his mind.  I said, “try me”  He then told me that he saw someone sitting next to me, on my left side, with her arm around my back and her right hand on my right side shoulder bone.  Needless to say, Mom believes that Andrea K. Depuey, aka Annie, is my guardian angel.  To this day, I still have unexplainable things happen in my life, and its believed that Annie is watching over me. 




Demons at our "new" Old Home

By: djwawrejko@msn.com

My name is Darlene. I wish I'd been aware of your site awhile ago.  My husband & I bought a 3-story home that was built in 1921.  It was vacant for 9 mos before we bought it & then another 6 mos before we could move in due to remodeling. Initially when we'd go to the house to check on the progress, my husband thought he saw a grey, wispy figure in the sunroom.  Then one night when we were leaving the house to return to our own, he said "something" followed him down the backstairs and out the kitchen door.  I was skeptical of his experiences althgouh he has no history of "sightings" & it quite practical.
Upon our next visit, I was unable to open this kitchen door from the inside, it was NOT LOCKED -it was as though  it was cemented into the wall, the door knob did not "give" nor turn at all.  I had to rap on the window for my husband, who was on the outside, to come & open the door, which he did with no trouble.  After we moved in n November, we both were awakened at around 3AM to the very audible & distinct sound of a woman moaning which eminated from our 3rd flr.   Over the next few months, we experienced foul odors in the living room, to which I attributed this to the fireplace per ps having trapped a dead animal & hence would need to be cleaned come Spring.  Then the crystal wall sconces in the living room would "tinkle" with no apparent movement.  When this same foul smell appeared one morning as I stepped out of the shower in our master bath on the 2nd flr, it occurred to me that something was not right here. Quickly on this episode's heel came more disturbing & unnerving incidences:  my sister & brother visited unepectedly, to which we were all greeted upon our entry into the house with the sound of my husband's train running across its track on the 3rd flr, & when they went to inspect, the very heavy mahogany door slammed on them.  As stereotypical as this sounds, the crystal chandelier in the foyer really began swaying back & forth. It has never done that before or since. Two weeks later, I awoke mid-morning to the repeated sounds of creaking floor boards outside our bedroom. None of our cats are that heavy to create this sound. THen the sound of wooden table legs jiggling against the floor in our dressing room started.  When I tried to get up from my bed to investigage, I found that I could not move my arm nor legs, nor my mouth, not even my head!  I was unable to even open my eyes. I was in effect paralyzed from any outward movement.  All I could do was emit a moan, without being able to open my mouth, from deep in my throat, which resulted in my husband turning over and placing his right arm over me as if to comfort me.  This had the effect of "breaking" whatever was happening.  
These are disturbing incidences.



The St. Paul Hotel in MN


By: Edgeofthewoods@charter.net

Hi there!  Last night my husband was on line looking at your website and
he read your one sentence about the St. Paul hotel and he got total
creeped out.  I've been telling my story about the night I stayed there
for years and he must not have really believed me until he read that. 
Anyway I thought I'd share my experience with you since I love to tell
it :).
Back when I was in high school  we went down to the Twin Cities for a
cheer leading competition.  We were supposed to stay at the Radisson. 
Well we went to the wrong Radisson and by the time we got to the right
one our rooms were gone.  The people there were really nice though and
found us rooms at the St. Paul Hotel.
We arrived at the hotel and checked in and got settled in our rooms.  We
had two rooms on the 3rd floor for our squad.
After a while  me and my two friends, Angie and Michelle, went
exploring.  If you don't count the main floor with the lobby all the
floors looked pretty much the same.   A person could ride the elevator
to a floor and  exit into a little room which opened into a hallway. 
You could go right or left.  There was only the one long hallway.
Well after having ridden the elevators a couple of times we were scared
that the very old and grumpy looking elevator man was going to yell at
us so we started looking for a stairway.  We found out that all the way
at the ends of the hall were triangler shaped rooms with a door to
stairs.  The stairs were very creepy  and obviously not meant for the
guest's to use on a regular basis.  They were metal and each floor was
lit by a single light bulb.  So they were dark and your  footsteps were
very loud and echoed.
One of us had this great idea to explore the top floor.
We chanced riding the elevator again and lucked out and got the one
without the elevator man.  We stepped out of the elevator and the first
thing we noticed was that the window was covered in a sheet of plastic
that was only fastened at the top so it was fluttering in the breeze.  I
know I looked out the window but I can't remember what I saw, I only
remember being scared I'd fall out.
Next we started down the hallway to our right.  Now you have to remember
that we were a bunch of giggly teenage girls looking for excitement. As
we walked down this hallway we notice that there about 5 inches missing
from the bottom of a couple of the doors,  one had what looked like 3
bullet holes in it, and another had a room service tray on the ground
outside of it with dirty dishes on it.  We proceeded down the hallway
giggling and pointing stuff out and when we went by the room with the
dishes outside we heard a man's voice.  We took off screaming towards
the end of the hallway.
We reached the end, went through the triangle shaped room, and started
down the stairs.  We were scared and the freaky stairway only made it
worse.  On the fourth floor we couldn't take it anymore and exited the
stairway.  We went to the elevators and pushed the button.  After what
seemed like forever the elevator on the left opened.  Inside was the old
elevator man and 2 or 3 passengers.  My friends entered with me close
behind.  The elevator man put his hand out stopping me from entering and
said that I couldn't enter because I was barefoot.  My friends and I all
looked down.  I was bare foot, one of my friends had socks on, and the
other had nylons on.  I stepped back and the door closed.
I thought, "Oh S**t!" and took off running back down the hall to the
stairs.  I ran through the triangle shaped room, down the stairs, out
another triangle shaped room, and down the hallway on the 3rd floor to
the elevators.  For some reason I pushed the button.  Then I waited. 
The door on the left finally opened and it was empty.  I thought, "Duh!
They must have beat me by a long shot and be back at our room wondering
where I was."
So I went to our room.  It was empty.  I went to our other room and
there were girls there but not my friends.  I asked the coach if she had
seen my friends and she said no.  I slowly wandered back to the elevator
not sure what to do.  I pushed the button and waited for the elevator. 
The elevator that arrived was the one on the left again.  The doors
opened and there was the elevator man, the same passengers, and my friends.
My friends got off the elevator and I asked them where they went.  They
had no idea what I was talking about.  They got in the elevator and went
down one floor and got off.
I don't get it.  It's not possible for me to have run all that way and
beat them going down one floor.  I would normally assume they were lying
except that there were the same passengers in the elevator and that I
don't think that grumpy old elevator guy would allow them to just keep
riding up and down.  Plus there's the fact that  I saw the elevator open
and it was empty only a minute or two before hand.  There can't be two
elevators on the same shaft.
Thank you for reading my true-life story, 



Possible Haunting

By: dorothy.phillips@mastec.com


My room is the only bedroom on the 3rd floor in our house and the stairs are in the computer room on the 2nd floor. Well one night as I was going up to bed, I turned off the lights to the computer room and began to walk up the steps. Well I was up about 4 or 5 steps when I heard this strange noise and saw a flickering light coming from behind me from inside the computer room. I immediately came back down and flicked on the lights to find nothing there. I know it wasn’t the computer because it was completely shut off and I hadn’t even used it that day, and there was nothing else in the room that could have done this. I also am certain it wasn’t just the light in the room malfunctioning because the source of light seemed to be much smaller and not enough light to fill the entire room, but just enough to grab my attention. I can’t really remember what the sound was like, but it wasn’t like an electrical sound, nor was it like a moaning. I know that it wasn’t any of my family members because they were all asleep and when I went to go tell my parents, they just told me to go to bed. So I went up to my room, and left the lights on that night, and nothing like that has happened to me since. But the other day while my mother and I were downstairs watching TV, I noticed my cat was acting strangely. In our living room you can see the steps to the 2nd floor and on the wall right by the steps is a curio cabinet. Well my cat was sitting on the steps when all of a sudden, he leapt onto the top of the cabinet and was starring at something and trying to follow it with his eyes; he even tried to bat at it a few times. I thought that it must have been a fly but when I got up to see what was so interesting, it wasn’t anything. No bug, not dust, nothing; at least nothing we could see. I could tell he definitely saw something and had his eyes fixed on it for a couple minutes. Finally he went back on the steps and ran down stairs. Whatever he saw must have been floating near the ceiling in the living room, but my mother and I never saw anything but our cat’s odd behavior.



Something Followed Us Home

By: armywife242003@yahoo.com

I want to share my ghostly encounter, not as a warning, but more of a "heads up" to those who are thinking of being, or are involved in amatuer ghost hunting. What happened to me and my friend could have been much worse. We got off lucky. Here's what happened:
Last year, in October, a friend of mine and I, decided to attend the Ghost Tour hosted by the Army post that we and our husband's are stationed at. They have this walking tour every year a few days before Halloween. The post we are stationed at here in the Mid-West, is over 150 years old, and rich with American History, and also ghosts. Back in the 1860's, more than half the people and soldiers living here were killed off by Cholera, a fact we learned on the tour.  Anyway, this tour inspired us to start our own ghost hunting, since we were both stay at home mom's, and with our husbands both deployed in Iraq, we thought it would make time pass by a little faster. We bought two books at the end of the tour that named places and cemetaries in the area that were supposedly haunted. The very next day we set out, armed with a 35mm camera and a Polaroid camera, to visit two cemetaries that were very close to where my friend lived off po The first cemetary contained a large statue of Jesus that an MP (military police officer) on patrol one night supposedly saw move. We took some pictures, looked at some of the older headstones, always remaining respectful of the people at rest there. We didn't get any "vibes" of energy there, and decided to move on to the next cemetary which wasn't too far from the one we were at. The minute we stepped on to the grounds, my friend and I both got a weird feeling. Although this cemetary was mentioned in one of the books we had bought, it was only in there because it contains the oldest recorded grave in the area. There were no mention of any ghostly encounters there, so we were surprised that we both got a "spooky" sense of the place. We took some pictures, and got out of there as fast as we could, and decided to end our hunting for the day. We took the film in for developing, and went back to my friends house to look at the polaroids. We didn't pick up anything on the Polaroids, but were still hopeful that something might come up on the 35mm. I had decided to spend the night at my friends house, so early the next morning we could both go and pick up the film. That night we thought it might be nice to take some pictures of each other with the Polaroid camera, to send to our husbands in Iraq. We were both on the Atkins diet and had been losing weight, and wanted show our husbands how well we had been doing. My friend took pictures of me first, and had no problems with the camera and the film turned out fine. When it came time for me to take her pictures, the button wouldn't work. I tried over and over again, when finally a feeling came over me to say out loud, "Hey, who ever you are, let me take her picture!" I pushed the button, and it worked. Ok, I thought, that was a little weird. I put the picture down to let it develop, and took a few more pictures without any problem. We then sat down to check out the pictures when my friend let out a scream! Without a word, and with a shaking hand, she showed me the first picture I had taken. I felt the blood drain from my face when I saw what she had screamed about. Contained in the picture, was an ectoplasmic energy that surrounded my friend. It almost looked like something was sitting next to her with it's "arm" around her. There was nothing like that in any of the other pictures. I asked my friend if she had ever had anything strange happen in her house before, and she said no. We decided to call her sister in law who practices Wicca to see if she could give us some answers. She told us that she would contact a "sensitive" in her Wiccan group to see if she could pick up on anything, and she would get back to us the next day. We barely slept a wink that night, but were still able to get up early to pick up the other pictures. It was then, that we think we got our answer. We picked up nothing at the first cemetary, but in one picture at the second one there was something. I had taken a picture of a large tree that stands directly in the middle of the cemetary and the end of a walkway. There, behind the tree, was a black "thing", that almost looked like it was peeking at us from behind the tree. Although we are definatly not professional picture analysists, we could see that it was not a shadow of any kind. It was too solid and there was nothing in the picture that would even cause a shadow like that. It was a frightening thing to look at, and we only had to wonder if we didn't bring something home to my friends house. When we returned to my friend's house, the phone was ringing. It was her sister in law with news from the sensitive. She believed that something indeed had followed us home from the cemetary, and we needed to do a cleansing of the house right away. As soon as my friend asked "We need to do a cleansing?" over the phone, a large candle blessed for protection fell off her entertainment center. That was the only object that fell off and nothing had happened to cause it. Well, needless to say we followed her sister in law's direction on how do to a cleansing, and after that, just in case, I sprinkled salt all around the perimiter of her house, in the doorways, and window sills blessing the house from evil spirits as I had learned to do in a book I read by psychic Sylvia Browne. Thankfully, it appears that our methods worked as my friend had no more trouble in her house. We learned from that experience that it is very important to protect yourself spiritually when dealing with ghosts, because you never know what you might encounter..



My Son

By: amanda@mercury.mb.ca

When my son was a baby, I caught him staring and laughing at nothing at all quite often.  I'd be watching t.v. or on the phone, and he'd just stare off into space, and laugh as if someone was playing with him.  It was kind of strange, but, what's stranger is that any baby that came into my home would do the same thing.  I figured it was a friendly spirit, maybe of a late relative.  No worries.
One night, well my son was very small, he was asleep in his crib.  I hadn't checked on him for quite a while.  All of a sudden, I heard a strange crying noise, coming from my sons room.  Now, as a mother, you definitely know your baby's cry...and this wasn't my baby!  I went into his room, and found him in a very awkward sleeping position....with his head kind of smothered in the bumper pads!  He was still fast asleep.  Babies under 6 months of age are at high risk of sudden infant death syndrome...and the way my son was sleeping, he definitely could of been a candidate for it had I not been alerted in time by the strange cries!
A few months or so later, I put my son to bed in his bedroom located right beside mine, and shut his door.  At this time, he was about 8 months old, and couldn't walk, or pull himself out of his crib.  I went to bed, and thought all was well.  I woke up suddenly, and in a panic at 4 am.  Once awake, I herd knocking coming from my son's bedroom door.  I listened for a few minutes to make sure I wasn't imagining it.  I wasn't.  The knocks were loud and strong...and sounded as if they were coming from inside the bedroom!  I stumbled out of bed, and went to his door.  The knocking stopped.  I opened his door, and found him sitting on the ground beside his crib, laughing hysterically, wide-awake and happy.  There is no possible way that he could of climbed out of his crib by himself...and, even if he did, he would of fallen, gotten hurt, and cried.  I checked him for bumps or bruises, but, there was nothing...not a scratch.  He was incredibly happy. .I was incredibly shaky!
I couldn't believe this myself at first.  I didn't know whether to be afraid of this nightly nanny, or thankful.  I think that my deceased grandmother was having a visit with him, and may of taken him out of his crib to carry him.  Whomever or whatever it was, I am thankful today for the free baby-sitting provided! 




Daddy's Still There....

By: jsveum@ml1.checkmyemail.com

hello! I am a 17 yr ol female and i wanted to share my
experiences with people who will believe me
My dad died july 28,2001. After his death My mother and I
were in shock but a awhile passed and one day we started
talking about him and our garage started opening and closing
and my mother has the only 2 openers for it so my mom
checked it out and somehow our garage just stood wide open.
That has happened on a couple of occasions. It likes to
occur while my mother works night shift or  goes out running
errands and one day the door opened then closed and i
thought she came home because my dog heard it so i went to
say hello and my dog walked into the empty garage and
started smelling back and forth for about 3 mins then went
and did the same thing in our basement. then my mom felt her
arms and feet shaken repeatedly which my father use to do.
Another time we were going past his grave and i was thinking
about how we should stop and pay respect and all of a sudden
my dad's picture frame (the one my mom carries under her
visor) fell and we never went over any bumps. One night
while my mother was working night shift i was talking on the
phone in my room (which i locked all the doors because @
that point in my life  i was a believer which i still am)
and i heard something that sounded like footsteps. So i'm at
that point scared and then i hear someone knock on my
bedroom door and my dog and i are in my room home alone w/
all the door's locked. So i call my friend to come over and
check the house. So they checked it and turned up nothing.
After they left it started up again and at that point i
called my mom about 2 different times so finally she leaves
work and comes home and i refused to leave my room until i
know   she's in the house which happened to be 130 in the
morning. and i don't think my mother ever believed me that i
thought it was a spirit especially my dad.


The Night Callers

By: hannah_helps@yahoo.com
                                                   
As we were playing the Quija (or however you spell it) board we asked a question to a ghost since I was having trouble with them. I was at my friend's house with a couple of her friends and her mom. So we asked the question, " Do you ever follow Hannah anywhere?" Becasue Hannah is my name. The ghost replied, "Yes". We asked, "Where?". The ghost replied, "Everywhere." From me taking a shower to me getting dressed. Well later that night we were all going to sleep. A little after everyone else was asleep I was still up. I heard these noises creaking up the stairs. I look out of the room and there is a little shadow going across the hallway. I look again to see if my eyes where just tricking me and it disappeared. The next morning we watched a scary movie. It was pretty stupid by the way. Well when I went to go get my cereal I said, "You guys don't need to pause the movie. 'll just ask for a re-cap on what happened." They replied, "Ok." So I walk to go get my cereal, and as soon as I get into the kitchen where I can't see the T.V. the movie paused. That was just kind of creepy.
A couple months later I was in my own house. Everyone was asleep except for me. I was just reading a book with a flashlight in my bed. I heard this voice say,"Ha, ha. I see you." Then it started whispering my name. It happened for a couple of nights longer, then stopped. Now and then I still here faint calling of my name in my upstairs. I just wish that ghosts would leave me alone. For as of now, I am sick of them. Thanks for reading this. But I would like to know if you thought I made this up or do you think I am telling the truth? Because I swear on my dog's grave (I love my dog soooo much) That I am telling the truth.



A Few Family Stories

By: Blackdragon28411@aol.com

I jsut wanted to share these stories with someone who beleives me. My firends (I'm only 14) all think i'm weird. Anyway, here goes:
1.) One day my dad and I went to a local nature preserve type thing. There is a large office building off to the right of the trail that used to be a house. The house/office is no longer lived in and dates back nearly 150 years or so.
My dad passed it, without looking up at it. I've always thought that the brick and lacy  ginger-bread-house style supports for the porch roof were bueatiful, so I of course looked up. For some reason, I skipped over the porch and looked at a window that leads to the office library.
As I watched, time seemed to stop. A man stepped into the veiw of the window, removed a top hat, and sat in on a brassy-looking hat rack. I watched him pace in front of the window, reading a book and smoking a pipe.
I heard my dad call my name and I snapped my head around, dazed. I asked him what he wanted, and he asked, "I though we were goign to walk the trail?" I nodded, and looked back up at the window. The man, top hat, pipe, book, and hatstand were gone.
2.) When I was little, I lived in a very small house. My room was at the end of the hallway, and if I laid on my bed, I could see out the kitchen. My parent's bedroom was off to the right, and only about 7" away from my door.
Often I would talk to a little boy. I remember him being dressed in some-what old fashioned clothes and having brown hair and a slender, pointed face. His name, if I remember correctly, was Billy.
One night (it was near midnight, and at the time I was only 7 or 8) I was laying on my side, propped up with my elbow, talking to Billy who was standing in front of me, blocking my veiw to the hallway.
My mother walked down that hallway, and stood in the doorway. She asked me, "Carrie, who are you talking to?" I looked at her as though she was 4 fries short of a Happy Meal, as she puts it, and said, "Mommy, I was talking to Billy." Needless to say, my mother was stunned. She turned to me and said, "Honey, who is Billy?" I asked her if she could see him. He was standing right in front of her.
My mother flicked on the lights, made a thorough assesment of my room (including the child-safty-locked closet) and told me to go back to sleep. My mother never went to bed without searchign my room first.
I have no idea if it has anythign to do with this story, but our landlord would never allow us in teh basement. The only access to the basement was through a small hole in the floor under my dresser. He said it was because of mold, and we all tended to get sick often.
I never got to see Billy again after we were interupted, but sometimes I feel like he's still around, watching over me.
3.) My grandparents live roughly 1/2 a mile off of a back road in the coal country of PA in a VERY old house. They have 78 acres of forest which was never logged until not too long ago. My grandparent's used to have my great-grand mother (who had been widows a good 20 years before this) live in a mobile home on an old bank-barn 2nd story hill platform.
Shortly after my great-grandmother died my cousin Bradley was walking up the driveway, when he reached an old man with a pipe in his mouth. They man asked him where Dolores was. Dolores is my grandmother. Bradley told him that "Gramma was working" and told him he could come back later.
Shortly after that (about a week later) my grandmother was found completly stunned at the front door. My grandfather aske dher waht was wrong, and she said, "Dad came and got Mom..." My great-grandmother had died 5 months earlier.
4.) My dad used to work at an old feed mill that had a shop next to it that used to seel the excess grain and flour, etc. One day, he and his buddy when down tot eh store-room underneath the shop. They went down that stairs, turned a corner, and then raced back up. They had seen a small girl bouncing a red rubber ball. She was dressed in a green 1920's stlye dress and laughing at them. Both men quit shortly after odd things starting happening on their shift after that.
5.) My mother, often the most skepitcal of my family (both me and my dad are avid beleivers in ghosts. My mother is not), was shocked one day to find that she had been having a conversation with her grandmother. The only problem was, my greatgrandmotehr has died a few weeks earlier. My mother often says it's just a figment of her imagination, but I know that I saw her talking to her.



Haunted House In Pascagoula, MS

By: GodmotherBonnie@aol.com

When I was a girl my family traveled from Louisiana to Pascagoula, MS to visit my aunt and uncle who had rented a large older somewhere in Pascagoula.  Our car broke down and we had to spend a couple of weeks there.  I wet the bed as a child and so I had to sleep on the sofa in the living room.  Every night some lady would walk through the living room with a suit case set it outside the bedroom door just off the parlor and open the door to the room and enter it.  I told my parents and my aunt and uncle ant they said that a priest had come to visit and asked them if they need an exorcist.  My aunt declined, but in later years called to tell me that she saw in either Look or Life magazine an article on the house as one of  America's most haunted houses. I am now almost 60 years old and I imagine that this all took place when I was 6 or 7 years old. 




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