Hello! My name is Corey . I wanted to talk a little on the
subject of Moonshine Church at Indiantown Gap in Pennsylvania. I
am a relative of the Moonshine family which started this church, or
should I say the original Moonshine Church which sat back further off
the road. My Great Grandmother was Catherine Moonshine, wife of
Robert Hoover. So it was on my Grandmothers side of the family as
it was her Mom. I do believe however the church goes back another
generation beyond Catherine. Anyhow, I noticed in your story a
common mistake and I wanted to gently clarify the truth. If I
may? I do not mean to offend your research as it is an awesome
sight you have here. I have been to many of these places you
mentioned. Well The Blue Eyed Six were never related in any way
to the church or it's cemetery. With a minimal amount of digging
I believe you will find that although all these things occured within
this area more or less.....They never were hung in the cemetery or
buried there, nor do I believe they would have any reason to haunt this
place as they have no worldy connections. The Blue eyed six were
all caught and tried in the Lebanon County Court House, hung in the
courtyard of the Lebanon County prison except Josiah Hummel who died in
Prison, and all were buried seperatly on their individual
homesteads. I have seen pictures of all six graves, old and
toppled and in the woods next to old broken foundations of log
homes. It's a very interesting story however, but not for
Now then, I was brought up to believe the Moonshine Church and the
entire wooded area of Indiantown Gap was haunted bywhat is known as THE
RED DEVIL! Apparently there are records out at the gap of tank
divisions whom have shot at the beast while on manuevers on the many
tank trails which cut through the woods by the church as you go up the
hill. Be warned the M.P's especially these days will tear your
car apart if they see you and suspect your up to something. They
are merciless. Back in the day they would just tell you to move
on but things have changed! I have had many experiences there as
a kid when I partied there in the woods! My car did indeed put
itself into reverse one night and head right toward the church while I
was sitting in it in the church parking lot. This disturbed me
for sure. I thought maybe my relatives were trying to tell me
something! It is indeed an interesting place which I hope people
will treat with respect, even more than I as like I said, I partied
there as a kid! After the car experience I did not!
Also, I have been told a mother killed her children in her car while in
the parking lot of the church during the 70's. She said the devil
made her do it of course. This however I will not tell you as
fact as I have never looked it up?! Who knows but thats the
I was also wandering if you knew about the 7 Elizabeths Cemetery in
Middletown ,Pa. I was wandering if it was the one you mention
with the old stone wall? If it is, there are 7 stones there with
the initials E.(honestly I don't remember off the top of my head the
last initial anymore.!) But anyhow, they were 7 young women put
to death as witches and all named Elizabeth and who haunt the
graves. Also if you are into epitaphs there are some fantastic
ones there at the 7 Elizabeths.
Thank you for your time! Sorry I don't mean to offend I just
thought you'd like to hear it from someone who got some first hand
info! If you have any questions or replies my email is
This happened in 2003 sometime in the summer month's.
It was about 11pm and i just went to bed, just relaxed and active, i
suddenly seen this bright light appear in front of me, i heard hundreds
of clocks ticking even though my bedroom has no clocks at all and i
remember feeling paralysed and i could'nt speak or shout for help, my
heart was beating so fast that i thought i was going to die then 2
minuites later i came out of it feeling happy and relaxed and i see
alot of light anomlies from then onwards.
Anyother Haunting that's also in my bedroom is a shadown man, appear's
on the wall and suddenly vanishes when you look directly at it, seen it
3 times in one year (2005) and i believe i captured an evp of him
whissling after i finish singing which was recorded on the 16th Feb
2005 at 11:45pm.
Did Pappy Come Back?
This isn't just my story, but it does involve my family. My grandfather
(Pappy) died somewhat suddenly in May of 1999. My cousin was pregnant at
the time. (She wasn't married, and while my grandmother was mad, Pappy was
not). My cousin swears that when she came home one night around 2 AM
probably (closing shift at a fast food place), when she opened the door
she saw Pappy laying on the couch. She said he was kind of glowing and
that he twinkled his toes at her.
My grandmother too has seen him. She swore to my parents that he came back
every night and ate dinner with her. My mother (her daughter-in-law) told
her that she needs to tell him to move on. My grandmother didn't like
that, and she has never mentioned it again. Does she still see him, or did
she ever? I don't know.
He has never appeared to me, but I did have some vivid dreams where he was
still alive, not violent or anything, but very descript.
Also, Pappy's truck was his pride and joy. I always told him I wanted it.
After he died my grandmother sold it to me. I was told by other family
members that Pappy always said he wanted me to have it if something
happened to me. I drove it for only a year and a half because as I was
traveling to work on only my second day of work release from high school I
was in an accident. Traffic stopped suddenly, (jack knifed truck, police
didn't block off road well), and to avoid hitting the car in front of me I
pulled slightly towards the shoulder. Right after I got stopped I got hit
from behind by a van. I went airborne into a drainage ditch, and hit my
head on the rear window when the seat broke. I only remember opening my
eyes and holding on to the wheel hard (my arms hurt for weeks afterward).
I stopped about a foot away from ramming a sign. I was pretty much
unscathed, but the thing that has always stuck with me is I was asked by
the guy who hit me and the cop on the scence how I didn't roll my truck
once I got into the ditch. It was about 3 feet deep and sloped very high,
so much that there was no way I was getting out without a winch.
Did Pappy help me that day? Or what? I guess I'll never know. Though
sometimes I want him to come back and tell me. Sorry this was so long, I
didn't expect it to be.
I’ve been looking at this site for the past four years or so, and I
figure that I could contribute a story myself. I not only want to
talk about a few things that have happened inside my house, but
something concerning the deaths of a few older relatives.
I’ve lived in my current house with my parents for the past thirteen
years with my parents. While I’ve never actually seen a ghost in
the house, they do like to make their presence known
occasionally. Once, I was in my room sleeping. Now I’m a
quite heavy sleeper, but I woke up feeling as if an earthquake was
happening (something that never occurs here in Jersey). I
stumbled downstairs still in a half daze, when I saw that my parents
were wide awake and searching the house for the rumbling. They
thought it was the furnace in the basement, but when I went back to my
room, I realized that my treadmill was turned at the highest speed
possible. What was weird about it was that I had not used the
treadmill for almost a year and had sworn I had unplugged it several
months earlier. But when I checked, it was plugged into the
wall. The other thing that made it particularly weird was that
you need a key to operate it. I KNOW that I had put it in a
drawer so I wouldn’t lose it, but there it was, jammed into the
machine. I unplugged the machine and went back to sleep, not even
thinking at the time that it was sort of weird.
That was not the only time it happened though. Another time, me
and my niece were downstairs in my dad’s den when we I was telling her
about the story. Though she believes in ghosts also, she was
skeptical about it. A few minutes later, I heard a rumbling again
and I told her to listen carefully. (She knew as well as I did
that it was unplugged this time as she had made a comment about me
becoming lazy about excercising and to accentuate the point, she held
up the cord to it.) She heard the noise as well and started
whimpering (she freaks out too easily). I walked into the living
room and my mom asked why I had left it on in the first place. As
soon as I was about to answer, the treadmill began to slow down as if
someone had turned down the speed and was stepping off of it. My
niece and I went upstairs just in time to see it come to a halt; the
cord and key once again plugged in.
There was another time me and my parents were sitting down at the
table. Usually we have the television on in the living room, but
for once, we had it turned off. Suddenly, I heard someone faintly
whisper “Who Am I.” The cat that was sitting next to my dad
jumped up a little when I heard it. I asked my parents if they
heard it too, but they said they didn’t hear it at all, though my dad
told me after dinner that the hair on the back of his neck did stand up
about the time I heard the voice.
Now, whatever is haunting my room (which is in the attic) and the
kitchen (first floor) is different from the basement.
Unfortunately for me, it’s where we keep the washer and dryer, freezer
and canned food, so I’m down there every other day for something or
other. On certain days, it’s okay and I have no trouble going
down there at all. But on most occasions, I always get this weird
presence like I’m being watched by something unpleasant. It
especially happens when I’m walking up the stairs. It feels like
right before I begin walking up the stairs, something is chasing me,
and since I’ve been small, I can’t help but run up as fast as I
can. Even when I reach the top and swing open the door, I can’t
help but whatever it is is still staring at me. But whenever I
turn around to check, there is nothing there. I thought I was the
only one that felt this way, but my mom (who’s quite the skeptic on
ghosts) even feels weird going down there and told me recently that
that’s the reason she brings our dog down with her.
Now this next thing doesn’t really have to do with ghosts so much as it
does with a sort of sixth sense (if you want to call it that.
Frankly, I don’t know what to call it). I can almost sense when
people are going to die before they even doIt started when my Aunt died
when I was eight. She had been sick for a while (Which I didn’t
know at the time) and was dying. One day, I came home from school
and saw my mom sitting at the table. I remember that she didn’t
look sad or concerned about anything in particular, but I looked at her
and asked her if aunt Irene died. She looked at me strangely and
then told me that she had. For some reason, I picked up on it
even before it had been mentioned.
The second time it happened it was with my grandfather. This was
only a year ago, and I was working at Barnes and Nobles at the
time. My grandfather had passed out a week or so earlier and was
in the hospital, but the doctors said he was stabilized and was
supposed to be getting out of the hospital the next day.
Suddenly, when I was on my break, I got a really bad feeling and
immediately called my sister. I asked her if grandpa was okay and
she said he was doing great. The next morning my dad woke me up
to tell me my grandfather died earlier on.
The third and final time this happened was with my grandmother.
She had been sent to the hospital because of a cough that she
had. The doctors told her she had only a slight touch of
pneumonia, and she was also supposed to be released the next day.
This time I went to my dad, asking him instead if nana was dying.
(I figure I wouldn’t beat around the bush on this one because of the
past two instances) He told me that he would have told me if it
was that serious and that she would be okay. That night, I got a
phone call from my uncle, and he told me to put my dad on the phone
right away. I woke up my parents immediately and my mom reached
the phone first. From the look on her face, I saw it wasn’t
good. My uncle told my mom that she had gone into cardiac
arrest. Less than a minute later, she was dead. This
happened only a week ago. Like I said, this isn’t really a sixth
sense since that’s more or less being able to see spirits (if I’m
correct in my definition), but I’ve never been wrong when I’ve gotten
this feeling so far, so…anyway, those are most of the stories
concerning ghosts in the house and family feelings. If anyone
knows why I can tell when people are about to die of if you just want
to talk, feel free to e-mail me whenever. My e-ma s
email@example.com. Hope you enjoyed my stories.
The Mystery Creature
I was at a very well known park called Seven Bridges. Well it's a very
big park and my dad and i were walking through the park and decided to
head back for the car. Well we decided to take diffrent paths and see
who got to the car first, well after walking for about 30 mins I
started to realize i was lost. I started hearing little noises, like
branches breaking and people talking. I was alittle scared but figured
it was people walking in the park. Through out my whole walk i felt
like someone was watching me, or behind me but i just figured it was my
imagination. I started to walk down this narrow path. It was alot
smaller then the other paths the trees were much closer then the other
paths. I was walking through this path and i heard something fall right
behind me. Then i knew something was up. So turned around and saw
nothing. so i walked a couple more feet and something came over me, so
i stop and when i looked in the woods to the right of me i saw a
figure. This figure was nonhuman. I was tall and blackish grey, it had
these pointed ears. I could tell it wasn't a human. Nor was it a
animal. ( it was standing) I heard a little growl. So i started to run
and when i was running i heard noises as if the creature was moving
away from me. I turned around and it was gone. I've heard other
people saythey heard things in that park. To this day i never went in
I was 24 years old and had been dating my boyfriend (at the time) for
almost 6 years. When we weren t sleeping at my apartment, we were
staying at his mother s house. One night, in his bedroom, I woke up to
see him standing across the room in front of the door. I asked him what
was wrong, and to turn the light off come back to bed. I turned over,
and he was still laying there. I was terrified but couldn t scream.
Told myself that I was sleeping, and forced myself to wake up. I opened
my eyes, and saw him standing across the bedroom in front of the door.
Again, I asked him what was wrong, not realizing that I had just had a
nightmare about this until I rolled over and saw him laying next to me.
This happened a few more time, each time whatever was pretending to be
him would just stare at me. I was scared out of my mind, but caught on
to it s game and said (but in that odd way that you don t have to say
it out loud) "F**k you, you don t scare me, what the f**k do you want".
(I know, but I m a New Yorker, that s how most of us are). All of a
sudden the lights in the room went out and a woman s face, as if made
from smoke, appeared where my "fake" boyfriend had been standing
before. In the blackness, I could make out hands, and it sounds silly
that hands could be scary, but these were almost green, as if the blood
had been drained from them. The bones of the fingers were three times
as long as any normal man s, and the nails were long, but not pointed,
more ragged. The fingers just flexed, and I was petrifie that whoever
owned these fingers would let me see the rest of him, because I wouldn
t be able to handle it, even though I sort of could describe him as
soon as I saw the hands. Suddenly, the face came at me, incredibly
fast, and stopped an inch in front of my face, stayed there a second,
and let out an indescribable screech, I honestly thought my ears would
start bleeding, and felt like my face was burning. It seemed to last
forever. Then everything was still. The bedroom was dark, but the light
from the street lamp outside lit it enough that I could see he was
asleep, and I was sitting straight up in bed, sweating. I ve had a few
other attacks, but that was by far, the scariest and most evil.
An interesting note, A few years (and a few boyfriends) later, I was
telling my friend this story, and she went completely pale. You see, I
had met her through my-ex-boyfriend. She had dated him before I did,
and had the same "nightmares" that I did.
My Grandfathers Head
The first time i ever saw a ghost was when i was 6 years old. I was
living at my grandmothers house at the time with my mom, and since it
was a small house, the dining room was converted into my bedroom. Now
to get to the kitchen, you have to go through the dining room from the
living room, which is where and why i saw the ghost. At the time i was
bopping along with my walkman, listening to billy joel's we didnt start
the fire (it was 1986 after all, so dont laugh too hard) and i was
going into the kitchen where my mom and grandmother were sitting at the
kitchen table. I took two steps into my bedroom and was frozen to the
spot. I couldnt move, i couldnt talk, but somehow i knew i should look
over toward my television. I slowly turned my head, and i saw someone
elses sitting there on top of it. It was a middle aged man, balding,
with a big beaming smile spread across his face. It didnt look mean or
menacing, but actually proud and happy. It had no color to it,
appearing black and white with shades of grey. I didnt know what to do,
what to think-- all i wanted to do was cry. I had never seen anything
like this before in my life and all i wanted to do was be away from the
thing and this situation. It opened its mouth to say something and i
screamed like a little girl. I ran full sprint into the kitchen and
told my mom and grandmother what i had saw. They never disbelieved me a
thing i said, and asked what the ghost had looked like. After i gave
them its description my grandmother told me that it was my grandfather.
I never met my grandfather because he died of lung cancer in the room
fifteen years before i was born, and i had never seen a photograph of
him. To this day, when i go back and see the event taking place in my
mind, im never afraid; only regretful. The thing that i remember most
clearly was the smile he had on his face, and the look he had in his
eyes. I wish i hadnt been so afraid, and had the courage to hear his
words when he spoke. I never saw the apparition after that incident,
and ive always wished that i could. I know now that he wanted to tell
me that he loved me. And now i think thar opportunity is gone forever.
Also, the entire time my Mom was pregnant with me, she would wake up
and see him standing at the foot of her bed. Dressed in the overhalls
he use to wear to work because he was a carpenter. I think to this day
his spirit whatches over me. Even though i highly doubt that i deserve
When my Dad died in April 1994 and then my Mom died in March 1995, I
inherited the house I grew up in. We are the only family to ever live in
the house and I love it there. This past December on the 21st (my birthday)
I was walking down the hall from our living room to the bedroom at the far
end when I passed a cold spot near the kitchen door. It was about 2.5 feet
off the ground and only about 4 inches around. I stepped back thru the spot
and just stood there. My husband asked me if I was ok and I told him that
my Dad was there to wish me a happy birthday.
This isn't the first time it's happened. Right after my youngest son and I
moved back in April of 1995 we had a visit. It was April 30, Alex's
birthday and he was in his room playing while I was cooking dinner and
watching the news. All of a sudden the front door opened and I felt cold
air go by me and Alex's door opened. I had shut the front door myself and I
know it was latched and locked and Alex's door was shut tight to keep our
dog out. He came running out to me and said that Grandpa just stopped by to
wish him a happy birthday.
My husband used to think I was nuts but he believes me now. The first few
months my son and I were in the house the T.V. would come on by it's self
after we went to bed. It would be on a different channel, always a western
or a war movie (Dad's favorites). After getting up several times every
night to turn it back off I stood in the living room and told Dad that I
needed my sleep and could he please watch the movie with some one else.
That was the last time the T.V. came on by it's self until my birthday 2004
and when I went to bed that night it did it one more time. I know it was
Dad letting me know that he watches over us.
Dad also hides things from my husband. It's just the two of us living in
the house now and I know neither one of us is moving stuff. I think it's
Dad's way of showing he likes my choice of husband this time around.
My husbands dad died in January 2005 and now I'm waiting to see if Avery
comes to visit us. Butch (my husband) keeps asking his sister Ann, who died
over 20 years ago, to show us that she's ok where she is but so far she
I Think Our House Was Haunted
I'm not sure really, its only from reading these stories that certain
experiences we had in my childhood home may actually be a haunting. I
grew up in the suburbs of Chicago in a quaint little neighborhood. We
moved there when I was but a year old and over the years certain things
happened that I look back on with curiosity. My great-grandmother
(affectionately called Granny) at times stayed with us and took care of
us kids (my two brothers and me) while my parents worked. She always
stayed in my room when she visited and took over my bed, which never
made me very happy. Although she died in December of '85 (I was
five) I still remember her as though I saw her last week. Her perfume
(Ciara), her hairdo, the way she'd always give such great hugs that
took your breathe away. I really missed her after she passed away and
always felt so bad because I was a bratty little kid. Well years later
I believe she was still with us. My Dad would be down in the living
room with noone else home and he'd hear movement in my room, which was
just above the living room. It would sound like someone walking around
my bedroom. There are also times when I'd go out of town with my
parents and come home to a clean bedroom (I was a messy kid) and there
was NO way my brothers did it, they never cleaned their own. Certain
objects would be movedto a different place on my desk/dresser and my
bed would be made all neat and pretty. My brothers TO THIS DAY still
deny ever walking into my room while we were gone, much less cleaning
it for me.
Another incident I believe involves my great-grandmother as well. One
night after my mother and I had already gone to bed and my brothers
were out working, my dad says our dog, Kassie was barking at the
basement door and wouldn't let up. Our dogs stayed down in the basement
when we weren't home, but never wanted to go down when we were, so this
puzzled him. He opened the door and Kassie dashed down the stairs and
started barking at the corner where the furnace stood. My dad could not
figure out what her problem was and looked all over, but there was
nothing there. She moved closer to the furnace, continued to bark at
the bottom of the furnace. My dad finally got a flashlight so he can
get a better look at the furnace and found out that a plug had come
loose and carbon monoxide was coming out into the house. Now for those
who know about Carbon Monoxide it has no smell, no color and makes NO
noise when coming out like other gas. There is no way Kassie could have
smelled, heard or seen the gas coming out. She had to have been
directed there by someone, or something else...I believe it was my
great-grandmother because had my dad not found that we all would have
died that night in our sleep.
Great Falls/Sun Prairie Montana
One night in the winter 12 years ago, my friend and I were driving to
my house. When we turned in and went over the railroad tracks I
screamed because I saw a boy chasing a ball across the street.
Let me inform you that this was about midnight. My friend slammed
on the brakes and we came to a halt. I asked her if she saw what
I saw. She then stated that she had also seen the boy but could
no longer find him anywhere. Our bus driver told us about a week
later that a deaf boy had been hit by a car and died there years before.
My family has it's share of unexplained mysteries. I do not
particularly believe in ghost, but we can call them ghost, the bible
does not mention the dead still walking upon the earth. This is
just one of multiple phenomenons.
We lived in a small two bedroom home in Texas. I was around 5 or
6 at the time and at that time I had two brothers and one sister living
with us including our parents. Religion was basically every
Sunday and sometimes during the week. The house as it was,
appeared clean and decent at the time we moved in with the exception of
one room which was at the back of the house. There was something
strange about this room. This is the room my parents had
chosen. This is just one incident.
One night my parents fell asleep and of course all of us children were
also asleep in our room. My mom for some reason that night had
fallen asleep with her head at the foot of the bed while my father laid
opposite. At sometime that night, my mother was awaken by someone
gently rubbing her forehead. As she gazed at the image, she saw
it was a figure of a woman, which she thought was her sister, but the
face of the image was pitch black. In a trance-like state, my mom
stood up out of bed and began following the image out of the bedroom,
down the hall and through the living room and once they arrived to the
front door, my mom snapped nbsp;the trance had broken.
There she stood staring out at the front door facing the street.
The image had disappeared. As my mom looked around, she began to
notice all the windows in the living room were opened. She awoke
my father and they ran to check on us without awaking us. They
then noticed our windows in the room were opened as well. And the
same was throughout the house. All the windows in the house were
opened along with the back door.
My mother had described the image and the happening to my father and
during that time my parents closed and locked every window and door in
the house. And of course, they stayed awake for a few hours until
they felt secure enough to fall back to sleep. Your probably
saying, who could fall asleep after that. Like I said, this is
just one incident.
As daylight came upon them, they were quick to arise. And
wouldn't you know it, all the windows and doors in the house were wide
opened. We children were still asleep. Unexplainable.
As my mother described it to us, she says that something wanted her,
but, something had saved her from being lead outside. She was
awakened before taking her final step out the front door.
On November 5, 2000, I went into rehab for opiate addiction. I was just
addicted, I had a lot of emotional problems, mostly childhood related,
but I was not suicidal. After I had detoxed for about five days,
I began to wake up from my horrible, horrible addiction. The room
that I was assigned to had 2 beds, but I had no roommate. I slept in
the bed furthest from the door, and closest to the heater in the room,
I was always really cold in the room. The room wasn't cold, I was
cold. People would come in and ask if I was hot and I'd be under
the covers, still trying to warm myself. The heater was next to
the bathroom. The bathroom door was not able to be propped open by
itself, it would just close. The bathroom was always
freezing. I hated to shower because it was so cold.
Finally, I propped the bathroom door open with a garbage can, hoping
that I wouldn't have to deal with another hot water shower in a
freezing cold bathroom. The bathroom would not warm up, though
the heater was heating full blast. Besides the treatment plan,
there was not much to do in the rehab faciility except ponder your own
problems or read or somehting. As I would sit in the room, I
would have thoughts come into my mind about hanging myself with a bed
sheet, now actually doing so, but just the thought itself, hanging ones
self with a bedsheet. On November 13, which was 8 days after I
had checked in, I had come down with some sort of flu or
something. I felt extremly sick to my stomach and was puking about
every 30 minutes. A fellow rehab-er sat in my room with me as I
went in and out of the cold bathroom, throwing up. After throwing
up, I came out of the bathroom and into the room, I looked at my friend
and then to her right, which was my left, I saw a figure, well half of
a figure. ' It ' had a blackish center with some sort of aura
around it. It was only in the shape of a head and torso and
dissapeared towards the hips and had no legs. It sat at the
height of the door nob. Upon seeing it, I exclaimed,' do you see
that?' And my friend indicated that she did, but i am not sure if
she truly saw it. It was sort of see through and had a definately
male presence. I was a bit frightened but more than that, felt as
if it was concerned about my well being. I just looked at it for
a minute or two and then the girl who I was with said she was freaked
out and wanted to get out of the room. I wasn't going to sleep in
there alone after that, so I grabbed a few items of clothing and went
across the hall to her room. The entity followed us into her room
and then just dissappeared. That was that. I didn't throw up
again that night either. In the morning, I felt fine, and awoke in my
friend's room. Because I had been ill, a doctor came in to talk to
me. After talking about what ever had been making me throw up, I
asked the doctor, 'has anyone died in here?' He sort of chuckeld
and then told me that the rehab hospital had once been an actual
hospital, so of course many people had passed away on the
property. Without further prompting on my part, the doctor then
said that he knew of one instance, he did not know who, when or where,
but that one person had hung themselves on the premises. I needed
no further explaination than that. The un-heatable bathroom, the
thoughts of hanging ones-self with a bed sheet, (upon checking into
rehab, the staff takes all items that could even possibly be used for
suicide including purse straps, shoe laces, belts, shaving razors,
pocket knifes, jewlery, you name it anything sharp or rope-like was
held until your release), what else is left that could be used to hang
onesself except a bed sheet? I was sure that the person who had hung
themselves had visited me the night before. Funny, I had done
drugs for certain experiances and the minute I get sober, I see a
'ghost.' Go figure.
I don't know if or how this is related to the spirit that I saw, but I
assume it is more likely related to my battle with drugs, but a few
nights later, I awoke from a dream with the most horrible sinus pain I
had ever felt. My nose felt like it was going to explode, it hurt
so bad it woke me up. I had been dreaming that I was flying over
a plains type area with gently rolling hills. Some sort of thing,
with a bird's body and a human head, dark in color, was flying behind
me, chasing me, and it was trying to over take me, to take over me, to
take my soul. But as it got closer, that pain in my nose woke me
up, before it got to me. I was having a hard time out-flying it,
it seemed like a demon or something. Maybe it was just drugs that
were after my soul, not a demon, but are they interchangeable?
They both WILL take your soul, if you let them.
Oxford, Chester County
While searching for a new home we came across this one. Oxford we
found a home that was very reasonably price, but our Realtor was some
what reluctant to show. My husband and I went in the back door into the
kitchen with the salesman, then out of the blue I opened a door, stood
at the top of a stairway and said "someone died here", I surprised my
self and felt embarrassed, although the Realtor said someone had. I was
at the top of the basement stairs. Keith, our Realtor, said the man who
owned the house had committed suicide in the back yard. Although I felt
it was a woman who was murdered. After asking an another real estate
agent who said before the owners death his wife had died in the home,
it was suspicious although the police did never charge anyone with the
crime. The home is now occupied. I wonder if they feel the ghosts too.
My father's side of the family is originally from Indonesia. Indonesian
people are very spiritual as a whole and believe in gods, goddesses and
mystics. My Tante Tine (my father's aunt) is extremely eccentric and
claims to be psychic. She may be because if ever I have brought a
boyfriend home to meet her she shakes his hand. Then when the boys is
out of earshot she will tell me whether or not she likes him from the
handshake. Every boy she didn't like, ended up being a VERY bad
relationship. Anyhow, when my family was exiled from Indonesia in 1950
they went to Holland. My dad's mother, my Oma, died a year or two after
they arrived in Holland. She died of a bad heart. My dad dreamt of his
mom before her funeral and she came in his dream wearing her beautiful
wedding dress. He never saw this wedding dress ever and he was only 7
when she died. So, she came in her wedding dress in his dream. Then he
went to her funeral and saw she was buried in her wedding dress. In
Holland my dad and his sister lived in a home with my Oma's sisters,
Tante Tine and Tante An. Tante Tine had two daughters and Tante An had
a son and a daughter. They had many other cousins too that were over
often. One cousin in particular was terrified to go in the spare room
that was always locked. Well, being kids with little to do, they
forced their cousin (my dad didn't participate, he's so kind) in the
spare room and held him locked in there for a few minutes. It was just
like that scene in The Sixth Sense movie, where they locked the little
boy in that small space at the birthday party. Anyway, the cousin
freaked out for a few seconds then it was really quiet. My dad says
when they let him out he was never right after that. He ended up
becoming crazy, addicted to drugs and now they say you might see him
peddling or begging for money on the streets of Amsterdam because he is
crazy. Somehow, I believe the craziness is contributed to the minutes
he was alone in that bedroom.
My Crossing With The White Eyes
My name is Sarah. I am an eleven year old fifth grader that lives in
the spookey old town of Knightdale, North Carolina. Living in a haunted
house myself I am a true believer of the paranormal. I'm going to tell
you an all around true story that happened while I was on a field trip
with my class in November of 2005.
My class and I were visiting a place called BJP [Blue Jay Point.] It's
a camping place by Falls Lake. On the second night they split us up
into two groups and told us that we were going on a night hike. We had
to walk on a path in the pich black. At first we went together then
they told us that we were going to walk back alone. I personaly am
deathly afraid of the dark. So when it was my turn natrally I was
really scared. I started to walk. I was fine as long as I could hear
the whispers of my classmates behind me, but when I rounded the first
corner all was silent. That was when the weird things began to happen.
I heard russtling behind me then up ahead I saw two white eyes. Just
then they disappeard. Although I couldn't see them I felt them all the
way up to where the teachers and the kids that had gone before me were.
Later that night we were all sitting around the camp fire and the dads
were telling us TRUE ghost stories. Just then one of the dads that
could remember the best told us about a story about the white eyes. It
goes like this. There once were these miners in the BJP area that went
mining. As they entered the creves that they created closed in on them.
They were stuck down there for six weeks. They were digging up and they
were confident that someone was digging down. But when they got out
they found that there was noone digging down to help them. And they
were in the dark for so long that their eyes turned to pure white. Now
they lerk around the BJP Falls Lake area looking for revenge. That
really got me scared seeing as how I had seen white eyes looking at me
That night in the girls cabin we were talking about the ghost stories
that we had heard. As I skimmed the open windows with my flash light I
stopped, two white eyes were staring at us through the window. Only one
girl was brave enough to go and close the blinds.
I still don't know what happened that night but I'm convinced that it was supernatural.
My first of many ghost experiences started in 1991. I was in the
fifth grade, and the Four-H group was taking a week long trip to Jeckyl
Island. While there the first part of the day was dedicated to
class time, while another part of the day we headed out on the island
to explore. It was on the third day that we were there when I saw
my first ghost. The group that I was in was taking a trip to some
of the older houses on the island. I believe that they were old
plantation houses. We entered one of these homes and started to
look around with our tour guide. As the group headed up stairs, a
buddy of mine and myself were lagging behind. By the time that
the rest of the group was in the upper of the house, we had just
started to climb the old stairs. As we got the the third stair
from the top, we looked at a window that was directly in front of
us. There is where we saw a face of an older guy peering back at
us. We quickly, ran up the remaining few steps, down the hall and
into one of the rooms where the group was. The two of us began to
rant and rave about what we had just seen. The teacher and the
tour leader, both told us that we hadn't seen a ghost, and that there
was probably a sensible reason for seeing this "face". One said
that it had tobe someone cleaning the outside windows, since they did
that every so often. Still scared out of our minds the two of us
decided to stick with the group for the rest of the tour. Once we
got outside, the teacher told the group to ignore what we had said,
that there wasn't such things as ghost. As we all headed back to
the buss that took us to the old house, my friend and I found the
courage (and talked a few more of our buddies in to going with
us), to walk behind the house to the window where we had seen the
face. Just to see if there was someone back there cleaning.
Just as we had thought in the first place....there wasn't. Infact
the window that we had seen the face in was so high on the house that
it would have been easier for them to lean out the inside alittle and
clean it that way, if for some reason they atually wanted to clean that
window. There wasn't even any sign that anybody had been back
there in a while. Also there at the island, there were strange
happenings at the hotel that we were staying at. The hotel that
we were at was an older hotel there on the island that had been
renovated and set up for Four-H use only. This is where they held
all the national meetings when they were held in Georgia. The
entire time that we were there, you could hear footsteps in the
hallways, and on the back balcony. This you say could have been
the teachers doing there nightly room checks, but the back balcony was
locked and so were the windows in our room that led out there, so that
us kids couldn't sneak out in the night. Also these footsteps
were heard during the day aswell. The teachers did report that
they heard the steps on the balcony during the night, but claimed that
it was us kids sneaking out. And anytime one of us kids said
something about it, and how it wasn't us, the teachers told us not to
start with that "ghost" stuff again. I later (many years later)
found out while doing some research that some of the houses there on
the island, infact the one that we had visited, and the hotel that we
were in were both reportedly haunted by spirits that had lived in those
locals many, many years before.
Thanks for taking time out and reading over my story...I have MANY others that i will share at a latter time
when i was younger a strange thing happened to me. even though it was
twenty odd yrs ago . i can still remember it like it was yesterday.I
was liying on my bed resting one afternoon.when the strangest thing
happened.my parents were in the kitchen giving there granchildren there
lunch .my kids.I could here them all talking and laughing.the next
thing i felt was a strange sensation .and as if i was in some other
place.I felt i was drawn to look up at the window.and when i did look
up i saw green lights and white lights and green mist all over the
window.I thought this cant be real but it was I then tried to get up
from the bed.but i couldent move.the next thing i remember i was been
lifted of the bed towards the ceiling.I started to shout out to my mum
and dad to help me but they couldent here me.but the frighting thing
was i could here them very clearly as if they were in the room with
me.then all off a sudden i came back down from the ceiling.but still
felt paralised and scared to move.then all of a sudden the strange
sensation left me and i was able to get up off the bedI i ran as fast
as i could into the kitchen.when i told my parents what happened they
thought i had been dreaming.I know it might sound very strange but this
is a true story and realy did happen to me.i know i wasnt dreaming
this.I always wonder if mabay i was to be taken away that day and why
it happened.I guess i wont ever find the answer.
I Once was Skeptical
I always liked to read about the occult,paranormal and
witchcraft.However I was always skeptical and joked about it until last
Last year had several paranormal expiriences which I would like to share.
It all started in jannuary when one night I turned the pc and the
heater off and went to bed.I saw a shadow in the mirror in front of me,
when I checked again, wasn't there.Then i heard steps walking toward
me, then a spark of liht and the furniture was shaking.Another night i
heard water going down from the bath and things falling down from the
roof.I tought it was someone from the family but the day after my bro
told me he heard the same things and no one woke up that night.Another
night i heard a breath and saw a shadow passing from the tv screen.By
the time passed, almost every night i used to hear steps on the
roof,sometimes i heard voices coming out from the kitchen, when i was
at home alone and sometimes felt like a lot of cold wind passing by me,
sometimes even when i was asleep i used to feel like a certain cold
breeze passing from my face, and this always happened when the windows
n doors were closed.The last time it happened something paranormal in
my room was when once i woke up and the bed started to shake.Then that
night my ex bf phoned me to broke up...concidence?Last month we went to
the bushes were there are a lot of ghost stories.Suddenly we heard the
howling of a dog, a baby crying and a woman screaming.The day after we
heard that once there was a house and in it, woman and a baby were
murdered.Till this day i hear the steps on the roof and the cold
breeze.At the moment am feeling the breeze in fact.Am sure that what
was in my house was evil but can do nothing about it for now....
I am glad to have found this site. Through the years I have had my
share of odd sounds and sights... shadows, whispers, footsteps, cold
breezes. I suppose I'm just logical because I always try to find an
explanation for it. But there was one experience that I can't blame on
I'm 19 and from New York City but last year I was visiting my family in
Atlanta and decided abruptly that I needed a little change, a slower
pace than what my hectic city could offer me, and so decided to stay
about 8 months in the South. I took a job at Marshall's and really
liked it there. One of my friends there told me the stock room was
haunted but I didn't believe it and put it out of my mind. But one day
I had to return a Z-rack to the stock room and bring back a smaller
sized one, and so I was wheeling the unwieldy rack up the steep
incline in the stock room when I saw something. Or someone, to be more
precise. To the left of me, a girl breezed past me pretty fast but I
definitely saw her. She was light skinned and blonde, I swear I saw the
sunlight reflect on her hair. And she was wearing a light colored
outfit, white or gray. I didn't see her features but she seemed pretty.
Either way she was trespassing. I walked up fast and called loudly that
she needed to leave the stockroom. But no one was there when I got up,
and she wouldn't have had time to run off and hide. And to make it
stranger, I realized the "girl" had apparently walked right into a
wall. I felt freaked out, like cold water had been splashed on me, but
I just stood there, looked around and went over everything in my mind.
I know what I saw, I wasn't on drugs and didn't imagine it. I then
remembered what my friends had told me of the stock room, decided it
was too much for me and left, forgetting about the rack I was sent to
It was strange, yeah, but I wasn't terrified or anything. The girl left
me alone, it seemed like she was carrying out her own business, in her
own universe. At least now I can look at people and say with certainty
that I saw "something". Thanks for taking your time to read this guys,
your site rocks, it gave me nightmares a few times
I just transfered to this school located in a state that I'd never been
to before last semester (for respect's purposes, I won't name the
university). I stay in the dorms because I am required to, and I have a
roommate that is never actually in the room. Well, last semester, some
starnge things started happening.
This particular school is in the mid-west and so it is always cold
here, which, being from the southwest, I am not used to. My bed is
right below the window (pushed up against the heater), and my rommate's
bed is about three feet away from mine, closer to the door than I am.
It was a particularly cold night (it was snowing), and I closed the
window so we wouldn't be cold. Well, around 2 in the morning, I woke
up, snow-covered and shivering, because the window was wide open. I
looked over at John, who was asleep, and he was shivering too. Thinking
he opened it, I reached up and shut the window and went back to sleep.
The next morning, John me up and asked if I wouldn't mind keeping the
window closed at night when it is snowing. I told him about how I
though he had opened it, and he said that he head me opening and
closing the window all night long. Not knowing what to make of this, I
shrugged it off.
This event happened a few more times throughout the next week, but,
now, everytime this happened I heard laughing coming from the middle of
the room. Ocasionally, I also heard footsteps running down the hardwood
hallway. I didn't really know what to say to John, who I didn't know
too well, so I just hoped it would stop and went on my way. A few other
odd things started happening as well. One day, Johnny came in and his
guitar had been re-strung (he didn't even have extra strings) and was
completely tuned (he never left his guitar tuned as to not stretch out
the strings). Also, ocasionally, the school gives room checks to see if
we are keeping the rooms clean or not, and we had cleaned our room the
night before (they usually check during lunch because the students are
usually up by then), but we failed the room check because our clean
clothes were strewn all over the room. Knowing that the only person on
campus neater than me was John, we were a little concerned.
The final cut for me was just two days after the room scheck when I was
taking a nap before practice. I was dreaming about an Irish kid who was
yelling at me about drinking too much soda to be on the football team,
and I was awakened by the sound of laughing. I opened my eyes as the
face from my dream faded, and, to my horror, the face remained for a
good three to five seconds after I opened my eyes. He was sitting in
the arm-chair next to my bed, and he was laughing. The window incidents
went on for another week, and finaly John confronted me about it and
asked if I would stop laughing so loudly in the middle of the night and
if I could keep the window closed. When I told him it wasn't me, he and
I both resolved to start locking the dorm doors at all times, so we
did. One weekend as John was out of town, I got up to go shower, and
when I got back, the door was locked -- the problem is that they only
lock from the inside unless you have a key. That night, I stayed awake
as long as I could waiting for laughter and watching the window, t
nothing came, and I fell asleep. I was again awakened by the window
being opened and laughter followed by footsteps on hard-wood floor. I
ran to the door and flung it open only to see the Irish boy there.
Quickly, he vanished into thin air...laughing. That's when I noticed
that the floors were not hardwood, but heavily carpeted instead and
making any noise impossible.
After checking around in newspapers and around school, I discovered
that there was a fire the room right below mine in the 1970s...back
when they had hardwood floors in the dorms. Two exchange students from
Ireland were in the room when one of the blankets in the room caught
fire from the heater and fell onto the hardwood floors. Since the rooms
themselves are made of cinder block, only that room burned, but the two
boys, whose room was locked from the outside with a key burned alive
and it was said that, for some odd reason, laughing could be heard from
outside their room while it burned.
THIS HAPPENED TO US ONE DAY IN THE HILLS OF SOUTHWEST WASHINGTON WHILE
SPENDING A DAY ENJOYING THE FINE WEATHER OF AUTUMN. ONE OF OUR FAVORITE
THINGS TO DO WAS GETTING IN A 1948 ARMY JEEP AND SPENDING A DAY IN THE
HILLS GOING WHERE MOST PEOPLE COULDN'T GO AT THAT TIME BEFORE ATV'S.
WE ALL PILED INTO THE JEEP A FEW YEARS AGO WITH THE IDEA OF THE FOLKS
LETTING MY BROTHER AND ME OFF AT A SWIMMING HOLE THAT WE HAD FOUND IN
BEAR CREEK WHILE MOM AND DAD WENT HIKING AND ENJOYING SOME TIME ALONE.
MY BROTHER LYN AND I MADE A BEELINE FOR THE WATER AS SOON AS HE LET US
OUT WHILE THEY, ALTHOUGH THEY WEREN'T FIGURING ON BEING TOO FAR AWAY,
WENT ON UP THE OLD LOGGING ROAD. WE WERE NOT VERY WELL ARMED ALTHOUGH
WE DID HAVE A .22 RIFLE ALONG JUST IN CASE. IT IS NEVER A GOOD IDEA TO
GO INTO THE DEEP WOODS WITHOUT SOMETHING ALONG ESPECIALLY SINCE THE
JEEP DIDN'T HAVE A HARD TOP (CANVAS ONLY).
THEY WENT ON UP THE ROAD AWAYS BEFORE STOPPING, GETTING OUT AND WALKING
FOR A BIT WHICH WAS THEIR NORMAL ROUTINE. DAD TOLD ME LATER THAT
EVERYTHING WAS GREAT; THEY WERE WALKING ALONG IN THE SUNSHINE ENJOYING
THEMSELVES WHEN SOMETHING UNFORESEEN HAPPENED THAT CHANGED THE WHOLE
DAY FOR ALL OF US.
THEY WERE WALKING ALONG THIS OLD OVERGROWN ROAD UNTIL THEY CAME TO A
SPOT WHERE THE ROAD CURVED TO THE RIGHT WHEN ALL AT ONCE A GREAT
CRASHING OF BRUSH CAME FROM AROUND THE CORNER. AT FIRST DAD WASN'T TOO
CONCERNED BECAUSE THAT AREA HAS BOTH DEER AND ELK IN IT AND THEY ARE
BOTH BIG ENOUGH TO CRASH THROUGH THE BRUSH. THE PROBLEM STARTED WHEN HE
AND MOM WALKED AROUND THE CORNER AND GOT A LOOK AT THE FOOTPRINTS OF
DAD WAS A VETERAN OF ABOUT FORTY YEARS OF DEER HUNTING IN THIS AREA AND
HE TOLD ME LATER THAT THESE TRACKS WERE DIFFERENT FROM ANYTHING THAT HE
HAD SEEN UP TO THAT TIME AND HE TOLD ME LATER THAT HE NEVER SAW THEM
AGAIN. THEY WERE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING LIKE DEER OR ELK WHICH BOTH HAVE A
CLOVEN HOOF. HE SAID THAT THESE WERE LONG AND NARROW AND YOU COULD
FOLLOW THEM FOR QUITE A WAY UP THE HILLSIDE BEFORE THEY DISAPPEARED IN
MOM WAS SCARED TO DEATH AND THEY BOTH FIGURED THAT IT WAS BEST TO GET
OUT OF THERE AS FAST AS THEY COULD SO THEY HOT-FOOTED IT BACK TO THE
JEEP, TURNED IT AROUND AND WENT BACK DOWN THE ROAD TO WHERE WE
WERE SWIMMING, GRABBED US AND HEADED FOR CIVILIZATION. I HAVE WISHED
FOR YEARS NOW THAT I COULD HAVE SEEN THESE FOOTPRINTS MYSELF.
Personal Spirit as a Savior
When I was younger I grew up with an abusive father (in these days who
didn't)? Either way shortly after my first dog had died there was
a light, like a reflection of a metal piece in the sun light, that
stayed on my ceiling. Whenever My father was angry it would dart
across the ceiling and that's how I knew to stay away or go to my
room. When my father was in an "OK" mood it would just sit there
all peaceful. For months my mother and I tried to figure out
where it came from. We would close all the blinds at night, cover
up the mirror that was in the room, turn out all the lights, and
somehow it would still appear on the ceiling. Even at night when
my father was angry it would be there to "warn" my sister and I that
trouble was coming. On the worst night that I could remember at
my house the "light" went frantic, even bouncing off the walls.
Yet the day that my father left the house and the night my mother came
home stating that she had filled for divorce a spot in the floor where
the light would usually stay at on the ceiling showed up and the
"light" was never seen again....
My Haunted School
I'm Sarah H. I e-mailed a story earlier this week and I'm ready to tell
another story. Like I said before I'm only eleven but I swer these
stories are true. So here it goes.
There's this really old house beside my school. I discovered it in
third grade. My friend Peggy and I saw something pale and white in the
window so we went to investigate. We didn't get very far so we gave up.
Then one day my mom was telling her friend at work how I was interested
in supernatural things. The next day he gave her this HUGE dictionary
sized book titled ghosts. I was reading a chapter about haunted places
when I stumbled upon a story about a house in Raleigh, NC. It turned
out to be about the house that I hadn't thought about for two years
that sat beside my school. The next day I went deep into my school
records and found a file about two people burried in the woods next to
the house. That day at recess I went to where they were to be burried
and found evedence that strongly supported that accusation. Then
suddently I started to sing a song that I had learned in Music class
the week before. Then all of this info started pouring into my mind,
all about a man named James Thomas Cauldwell and his wife.
The next day on the track my friend Kristy found the half of a BLOOD
STAINED very old diamond ring. Then it flew out of my hand and up to
the house. In the window stood a man, a woman and a murder. The man
[obviesly James] looked at me and smiled, then his wife. The murder
disappeard and then them. Kristy and I told no one about that incident.
Sometimes in school wierd things happen. Things move, doors slam, and
ghostly objects pass in the corner of your eye. I'm not ever scared
because I know who it is he's just trying to scare us
I was so Scared
hello my name is nancy
i have a story that scared the crap out of me.
one night i was in bed and my bird, cockatoo, was in the kitchen in his
cage. for some add reason my bird was flaaping his wings so hard and
was chirping so loud as if someone was bothering him. i got up and went
to the kitchen and approach to his cage. i said to him "eddie, what's
wrong with you baby?" he was gasping for air. but he was very scared.
he calmed down. when i went back to bed, he did it again. i ran to the
kitchen and grab his cage and said "leave him alone". i went to my room
and put the cage down and got in to bed. then a loud clash had happen.
my stepmother, my stepsister, my sister, my brother, and i went to the
kitchen to see what it was and it was the dishes that fell from the
cabinets and from the dish rack. it look and so like someone threw
dishes on the floor because they were very mad.
another night my parents moved and my sister and i was in bed to go to
sleep. at sometime around 1 or 2 in the morning my sister woke me up
and said" nancy, a ghost just sat on our bed in front of us." i wanted
to cry. i moved to see and it left. i was so scared.
Grandma and Grandpa's Attic
When my four cousins, Noelle, Molly, Luke, Joey, and I were younger, we
would often stay a week or so in the summer at our grandparents’
house. Me being the oldest, with Joey and Luke six months
younger, and Molly and Noelle a year and a half younger, this always
worked out very well. We often would go up into the attic, which
was gabled and no higher than 5 feet at its tallest point, but it was
perfect for the five of us. We would sleep up there when it was
too hot to stay in our bedrooms; the house wasn’t air-conditioned, and,
for some odd reason, the attic was always nice and chilly, which
doesn’t make sense, being the middle of a humid Illinois summer and
that heat rises. One summer, I was 16; we all decided to go up
there again for old-times’ sake. So, we laid out the blankets and
fell asleep. A while later, the five of us were jolted awake when
we heard the attic door slam loudly and rushed footsteps coming up the
attic stairs. We all thought it was grandma angry at us, even
though us sleeping in the attic was never a problem. The
footsteps stopped and it suddenly got a whole LOT colder than it
usually was. We didn’t have any light except one flashlight,
which Luke turned on, which we discovered nothing was there. We
then heard the stairs creak again and a baby crying, but faint and
distant. Soon the noise stopped, the flashlight was turned off,
but we couldn’t sleep. The next day, we were up in the attic
again, playing Egyptian Rat Screw, when a book fell off of some luggage
sitting nearby. It was brown and leather-bound; none of us had
noticed it before. So, we picked it up and read it. It was
the diary of a girl who had lived in the house a long time ago, in the
year 1918, thanks to the dates on the pages. According to the
diary, this girl, Elizabeth, lived in the house with her parents and
younger brother. She had a fling with a man who was a few years
older than her, but her father found out about it and made them stop
seeing each other because she was already intended to the son of her
father’s business partner. A while later, Elizabeth discovered
she was pregnant. Since the child was conceived out of w lock,
her father became very angry with her and locked her in the
attic. She lived in the attic, and gave birth up there, to a
son. We presume she died shortly after giving birth because the
diary entries stopped abruptly. We took the diary and asked my
grandpa, who revealed to us some family history. Elizabeth was
his mother, she did die, and he was raised in the house, which had
passed to him when his Uncle, Elizabeth’s younger brother, passed away,
which was shortly after my dad was born in 1951. The next summer
came, and again, nightly, as we slept in the attic we heard this
routine. Then, this past December (2004) my grandfather passed
away. The family was gathered together, and my cousins and I
decided to stay in the attic. That was the first night since we
started hearing things, that we didn’t hear anything. We assume
it was because our Great-Grandma Elizabeth was waiting for her
Strange incident No. 1: Three days after my Mom had passed, I
woke up in the middle of the night we were living in her house she was
in an ACLF and felt this urge to go look at my Mom's furniture that we
had moved from her apartment after she had passed and it was stored in
my living room for a little while till we could get sorted. I
left my bedroom and I remember roaming around the house and touching
her furniture slowly and just had this "feeling" that she was there and
saying goodbye to her things, she loved her home
MY EXPERIENCES: PARANORMAL AND THE UNEXPLAINED
My name is Catera, and this is a telling of the things I've seen; the
unexplainable and paranormal. I seem to see and hear things other
people don't seem to see or hear. Some people would call me crazy
if I ever related to them what happened. I can't tell anyone but
my mother, who seems to see and hear things, too. My pastor
dismisses me, telling me I should not talk of such things. The
times I give you are an estimate, I suppose it's because I have been
cautious to write about them.
1988 ( 8 yrs old)
I watched a bright light in the sky move slowly, it scared me so I went
into the living room to sleep on the couch. I woke up to a huge
pink gun pointing at me, I staring down the barrel. *never before
seen an actual gun, nevertheless, a barrel of one* It shot me, and I
became paralyzed. After a time of being scared, and I could
finally move, I ran to my parents' room and slept. I then heard a
very loud sound of something going over the top of our house.
DEMON IN THE STREET
1993, different house (13 yrs old)
It was almost dusk, I was walking towards the street in front of our
house, and stopped at the curb. I looked up and about 15 feet up
(what looked to be a human sized Manta ray) with a long, thick tail
(Manta ray's are found in the ocean, with wing like fins and long
tails) flying very slow. I looked back toward the house,
frozen in fear, then looked back up, and it was gone.
VISION OF DAD
1994, same house (14 yrs old)
I was styling my hair in the mirror, while dad was outside in the
furthest part of the backyard, gardening. I saw in the mirror,
behind me in the hall, my dad in overalls looking at me. I looked
behind me, to where he was standing, and he was gone. *dad died a
couple years later*
1994, same house, same age
Alone in the house, I walked into my parents' bedroom and saw a light
coming through the East window, and I heard the most beautiful sound of
an angel singing, of a "heavenly chorus". It went on for about 5
minutes. My mother, at different times, at the same window, has
heard it too.
1994, same house, different happenings. 1. Sound of someone
following me outside. 2. The trash can lid being swung at
night in my room.
THE VISIT OF BAT-MAN?
1996, different house, (16 yrs old)
It was night, and I heard a sound; like hundreds of bats, with
distorted high pitched "chirping", all formed into one being, which was
outside my window, and sounded like it was slowly walking from the
front of my bedroom window to the backyard. This happened twice
in a 6 month period. And what's Really scary? My mother
heard it at different times, too!
THE MAN IN THE STREET
2002, same house ( 22 yrs old)
I was walking my mom's dog with my sister at night, and I was turning a
corner onto another street, when I looked back down the street I came,
and I saw a man, all in black, with a cowboy hat! on, standing under
the street light, in the middle of the street. This was a very
busy street, and he was just standing there, staring at me. I
couldn't tell if he was black or white. I looked over to my
sister to tell her to look, and when I looked back, he was gone.
VISITOR IN THE NIGHT
2004, same house (24 yrs old)
I was house sitting for my mom and I was lying on her bed almost ready
to doze off, when I saw a small white circle of light near the door,
barely moving. Of course, it came as fast as it went. My
mother told me she'd seen the same thing. 1. I would also
feel a pressure on my foot while I laid there, and breathing of
something next to me. 2. My name being called, whispered,
2004, (25 yrs old)
I was driving down an interstate after work at night, when I saw this
old car driving past me. The man driving the car had red smoke in
front of his face, and red smoke was coming out of the driver's side
2005 February (25 yrs old)
I was driving down a dark street at night time, and saw what looked to
be a cat, running across the street in front of me, but as it got
closer to the curb, it seemed to take another shape, and get
bigger. It then looked like a medium-sized dog, then ran
alongside the curb on the grass, and grew, LARGE, into what looked like
to be a gray wolf, looking straight towards me and keeping it's
shape. I tell myself it was just a black sack, but why did it
look like a cat in the beginning, legs and all?
Well, there you go :)
This story is about 8 years ago, when my mum, me, and little brother was living in Malaysia.
We were living at our Aunty's house, in Kepong a small town, outside of
Kuala Lumpur. Me and my brother Tim, always stayed at our cousins house
overnight, because they were the same age.
One night when Tim and I were in bed, mom went to go to the bathroom.
As she knelt down to wash her hands she was pushed into a large bucket
of water, it freaked her out until another bucket load of water was
tipped over her. She thought it was probably an accident, so she dried
herself up and went back to sleep.
The next day, she confronted my nan about the incident, and asked her
to go to the Buddhist temple to get a peace symbol for protection for
us.....obvously Nan said she was being stupid and ignored mum.
Few days later, me and my brother went to our cousins for a sleep over.
Mom stayed at my Auntie's place to look after the house....because my
Aunty had business in China. It was late, she fell asleep on the lounge
(because she was too scared to go upstairs) and was woken up by the
dogs howls...they were sounded so painful, my mom described.
Once again me and Tim were out of the house, at our Cousins birthday
party. Mum stayed home, and she received a phone call, she picked it up
and there was a child crying "MUMMY", its heart-wrenching voice scare
my mom half to death. She called my bigger sister and asked if she was
alright then she called my Cousins house and asked if anyone had called
her....we were perfectly fine. She called my Uncle and told him about
the event, he told her to stand outside of the house.
Moments later Uncle arrived with his friend, his friend speciallized in
dealing with ghosts. Both of the men went in the house, while my mom
was outside. As they walked upstairs the dog house suddenly smashed,
and pieces were sent flying down. My uncle got so scared he bolted out
of the house. His friend continued walking and went into the room where
we slept. He negotiated/talked to the ghost, telling him to leave and
Uncles friend said : Because our Aunty lives alone, and with spare
rooms the ghost was only here to live/rest in the extra room. Therefore
we came and interrupted it, it got angry and started trciking us to
leave his territory. Nan heard this story from Uncle and said "I
thought there was something odd about the house! Everytime i went
upstairs i'd always see an old man sitting there". Now Nan belives mom.
Aunty sold the house and is now happily living in her new home..
Story: A Ghostly Playmate
Back when I was a small boy living in rural Illinois, my dad had been
laid off from work. Shortly afterwards, we lost our house, and ended up
moving in with my grandparents who lived in a small, quiet trailer park
in Florida. My dad was since able to find another job, and my
grandparents bought a house for themselves just a few miles away, while
we lived in the trailer park.
It was the summer before I would start second grade when it happened.
Our house was situated right behind a park where people would go have
picnics on Sunday afternoons, or go on long walks, passing the time. I
was walking past a giant pine tree when I accidentally bumped into a
girl about my age. She seemed rather playful and we instantly became
friends. All that summer, she would come over to my house to play, but
mysteriously, I had never seen her house before, nor heard anything
about her parents.
Then, fall began and school started once again. The girl stopped coming
over to my house. So, I decided to go over to her house to check on
her. I followed the exact directions she had given me during the
summer. When I arrived, I was surprised to find an empty lot, filled
with weeds. I thought that was really strange, but didn¹t figure
out the significance of it until later.
We eventually moved out of Florida, when my dad found better work in
Ohio. Shortly after we moved, I was talking to my dad about ghosts. He
told me about a childhood encounter with a little girl who his father
later explained was his aunt who died when she was young. She suddenly
appeared in his neighborhood, was very vague about herself, and then
vanished without a trace after a period of time. Then, I told him what
had happened in Florida.
My dad said that he looked out the window one day to see me talking to
someone who was not visible. He mentioned the incident in a
conversation with his aunt, who is a psychic. She suggested that I was
also being visited by someone from the other side - the same little
girl who had visited my dad when he was a child.
SCARY WALK TO TOWN
THIS HAPPENED TO ME A LOT OF YEARS AGO WHEN I WAS ONLY 11 OR 12 YEARS OLD AND I STILL THINK ABOUT IT SOME TODAY.
AT THAT TIME, SHORTLY AFTER THE SECOND WORLD WAR, CARS WERE STILL
UNCOMMON AND WHAT FEW THERE WERE HAD A FEW YEARS AND A LOT OF WEAR ON
THEM. WHEN YOU WANTED TO GO SOMEWHERE AROUND HERE, YOU CAUGHT THE BUS
OR YOU WALKED. THE TOWN WHERE I LIVED AT THAT TIME, WAS PRETTY MUCH
CENTRALIZED AND THERE WAS QUITE A BIT OF OPEN FIELDS ALL THE WAY AROUND
IT. THIS LAND WAS OWNED BY THE TOWN AND, INSTEAD OF LETTING IT LAY
FALLOW, LEASED SOME OF IT TO FARMERS TO GROW CROPS ON.
THIS DAY, WE WERE GOING TO GO DOWN TOWARDS TOWN TO VISIT A FRIEND OF MY
MOTHERS WHO LIVED RIGHT ON THE EDGE OF THESE FIELDS. BEING A KID AND
NOT HAVING MUCH INTEREST IN ADULT CONVERSATION, I PERSUADED MOM TO LET
ME WALK THE MILE OR SO TO TOWN TO GET A MILKSHAKE. THIS WASN'T ANYTHING
NEW BACK THEN AS THINGS WERE NOT AS DANGEROUS AS THEY ARE NOW.
I STARTED TO WALK AND MADE THE DECISION THAT I REGRETTED A LITTLE LATER
OF CUTTING ACROSS THE OAT FIELDS AT AN ANGLE INSTEAD OF WALKING DOWN TO
THE MAIN ROAD AND THEN WALKING THE ROAD AS IT WOULD SAVE ME A LOT OF
STEPS. THESE FIELDS WERE ALL PLANTED IN OATS ABOUT 3 FT TO 3 1/2 FT
TALL AND ALMOST READY TO HARVEST. THEY ALSO STRETCHED ALL THE WAY TO
THE CITY LIMITS.
I ENTERED THE OATS AND STARTED WALKING AT AN ANGLE THAT WOULD PUT ME AT
THE MAIN ROAD RIGHT AT THE EDGE OF TOWN AND PRETTY CLOSE TO THE ICE
CREAM PARLOR. THINGS WENT JUST FINE FOR AWHILE AND I WAS MAKING PRETTY
GOOD TIME WHEN I GOT AN ODD FEELING THAT ALL WAS NOT RIGHT AND LOOKED
BEHIND ME. AS I WALKED ALONG, THERE WAS A SPOT IN THE OATS WHERE
SOMETHING WAS WALKING RIGHT BEHIND ME. IT WAS ABOUT 25 OR 30 FT. BEHIND
ME AND THE FIRST THING THAT I THOUGHT ABOUT WAS SOMEONE'S DOG WAS
FOLLOWING ME SO I STOPPED TO LET IT CATCH UP. UNFORTUNATELY, IT STOPPED
IT SEEMED TO BE CONTENT TO KEEP ABOUT THE SAME DISTANCE BETWEEN US AND
IT DIDN'T REALLY BOTHER ME FOR a while BUT, AFTER I HAD STOPPED FOR THE
THIRD TIME AND IT STILL STOPPED WHEN I DID, I STARTED TO GET A LITTLE
ANTSY. I COULD SEE NOTHING BUT THE OATS BEING PUSHED DOWN AND NOTHING
I FINALLY DECIDED TO ANGLE MORE TO THE LEFT AND GET TO THE ROAD QUICKER
AND FOLLOW THE ROAD TO TOWN AND GET AWAY FROM THESE OATS. BY THE TIME I
FINALLY MADE IT TO THE ROAD, I WAS GETTING PRETTY BADLY SPOOKED BECAUSE
I WAS STILL AWFULLY YOUNG. WHAT HAPPENED NEXT, THOUGH, IS REALLY WHAT
MAKES THE STORY SCARY. I WALKED OUT OF THE OAT FIELD AND ONTO THE
SHOULDER OF THE ROAD, STOPPED, TURNED AROUND AND WAITED FOR THE "DOG"
TO COME OUT OF THE FIELD.
WHATEVER IT WAS STOPPED IN THE FIELD AND ABSOLUTELY REFUSED TO LEAVE
THE COVER OF THE OATS. I WAITED FOR A WHILE BUT IT DIDN'T MOVE SO
I FINALLY JUST WALKED ON DOWN TO THE ICE CREAM PARLOR AND I GUARANTEE
YOU THAT I DIDN'T SET FOOT IN THAT OAT FIELD ALL THE WAY BACK TO MOM'S
I have been checking out your site and felt compelled to tell my own
strange encounters. Let me set this up. I am a 22 year old
firefighter. (so not much scares me) I live with my boyfriend, our 9
month old daughter and his mother and sister. We moved to Roseto,
Pennsylvania, to a house next to a bakery. Let me tell you that
nothing has happened to us when we moved in until I found out I was
pregnant. When we are sitting in the living room watching tv, we
can hear footsteps upstairs walking around. Everyone is in the
living room, including the cat! I also hear music playing when
none of the stereos are on. I thought i was going nuts until i
talked to my boyfriend's sister and she says she hears the same things
when she is home by herself. Here's the interesting things.
When my daughter was born, we used to sit her in her bouncy seat in
front of the tv in the living room. She would turn her head to
stare at the wall (which is completely bare) and start giggling.
She also looks up at the ceiling and laughs for no reason. Just
last week, i had gotten up at 7:30 am and checked in my daughter's room
before taking a shower. Her room is right next to the bathroom,
so i stuck my ead in to see if she was awake. she was playing
with one of her toys, so i proceeded to take a shower. Halfway
thru the shower, i heard a loud bang. then i heard someone run
into emilys room. (the upstairs hallway isnt very long, probably only
like 7 feet from one bedroom to the other.) I jumped out of the
shower, soap and all, and ran into her room. She had grabbed a
hold of the cord for the vaporizor and yanked it into the bed.
The top part the gets hot was laying in her bed, dry and
cold. It was still plugged in! the bucket thing for the water was
almost a foot away from the crib and thats the only spot the water
was. My daughter's hands were cold and her and the entire crib
were dry. Here's whats weird. My boyfriend's mother was
still sleeping, she never heard a thing. His sister was on the
computer downstairs and hadn't heard anything and our niece was sitting
in the living room downstairs watching tv. Noone was upstairs!(my
boyfriend was out plowing so it wasn't him either.) I don't know
much about the history of the house, (we rent) and neither to the
owners. We live next to a bakery that i do believe was once
a mill? My father checked out the house after we moved in and he
said it must have been an old mill because of the floors and the
structure. If any one knows anyhting or could help me to figure
out who is also in our house since i was pregnant thank you Thanks!
hi. my name is Adriana and i have some experiences to share with
myself. This all happen on the summer of 2004 when I went to Culiacan,
Sinaloa, Mexico with my cousin Citlaly and my sister Obdulia. We had
met some guys which asked us to go out. We went to many haunted houses
but there was one house that caught my eye the most. This house is
located on a high hill and has 4 floors down, plus the first floor.
Well, my cousin, my sister, and two of the guys went inside and i stood
out side with another guy named Diego. We were looking at the street
when I heard my cousin screaming she came out running so i started
running too we stoped at the next street, but when i was running i kept
on looking back and saw a figure or a shadow of a guy. One of the guys
went back to see what it was and didnt see anything, of course you may
be asking if he took time running back. Well no he runs pretty fast.
We went back to hear something that really scared us all. We
heard many kids that were being killed by their own mother. We were
sure that the screaming was coming out of that house. Apparently, what
we heard was true because the history of that house says that a lady
killed her kids in the swimming pool which is located on the last floor
of the house. Unfortunately, there is no possible explanation about the
shadow that I saw.
A House In Archer
I haven't been able to find a ton of information on the Kasicki
House (also known as the Neal-Wood-Gordon House) on the Internet,
outside of a few vague blurbs, but we talked to the current owners, the
Kasickis, last night. I was with a parasychology group headed up by
Andrew Nichols PhD, who often works with the Kasickis in regards to
their home and who has been instrumental in bringing awareness to this
amazing house. After taking a tour through the house, we all sat down
in the dining room and learned all about the property's history.
The Kasickis bought the house in the early nineties, and it had been
previously owned at that point for some 50 years by the Gordon family,
whose last remaining daughter had lived there until her death. Linda
Kasicki had recurring dreams of this house before she ever even knew it
existed, and when her family moved to the area, she saw it and knew it
was "her house." The house, already over a hundred years old by that
time, was badly vandalized when the Kasickis purchased it, with no
water or electricity, and known by Archer locals as a haunted house.
Some real estate agents in the area had had bad experiences inside,
seeing orbs, hearing things, and they refused to go in to show it. So
it sat for a while before the Kasickis found it, and they bought it
despite warnings. They moved in and immediately began renovating,
restoring it to the way it was when the Neal family lived there in the
late 1800's. The Neal family had sold it to the C.D. Wood family
somewhere around the turn of the century, and it is some of this
family's members who people say now haunt the house.
Most of the phenomena occurs in the middle of the night, although
things happen constantly, according to Linda Kasicki. Items are
misplaced and turn up in strange areas, old photographs in particular.
There is a woman in a white nightgown who grieves, and the Kasickis
think she's Cora Wood, who had two children die on the property.
Children's voices can be heard, playing, giggling, screaming. There's a
little girl in a white gown who has appeared to visiting psychics (this
house has been featured multiple times on A&E, Sightings, etc.).
One of the Kasickis' daughters saw "Cora" come into her bedroom, sit
down on the foot of her bed crying, then get up and disappear into a
connecting room. In her sleepy haze, she thought it was her mother,
because she had initally awakened to the sensation of being covered and
tucked in. The Kasickis themselves have also been "tucked in."
Footsteps pound on the long, narrow staircase leading to the second
floor. A foglike haze has hung in the foyer with no explanation.
Windows open by themselves, and sounds of wood slats being pried off
the sides of the house have been heard, but when it was checked out,
nothing was amiss. I believe this happened when previous owners were
trying to "modernize" the home.
The most frightening occurrence happened to the Kasicki's 16-year-old
daughter shortly after they moved in. She awoke to a man's face about
four inches from hers, and he was talking to her, but all she heard in
her ears were bells and loud sirens instead of his voice. Then he lay
down on top of her, and somehow she managed to get out, and never has
spent the night in the house again, having opted to finish school in
another town. When she comes to visit, she stays at her sister's house
A man has also been seen INSIDE a bureau mirror, adjusting his hat and
tie, like he's looking into a mirror and getting ready to go somewhere.
People smell strange floral fragances, and the scent of cigar smoke and
wine. A famous Japanese psychic visited the house once, and carried on
a conversation with the ghost of a little girl, who held the psychic's
thumb while they talked. The conversation was filmed with thermographic
equipment, and when it was viewed, the filmmakers could see an extreme
temperature change on the psychic's thumb, as though someone were
actually holding it.
Linda K. said that she could talk for hours of subtle, and
not-so-subtle, occurrences that take place on a constant basis in this
house. That's what is so extraordinary about the place, that
inexplicable things happen constantly, and without much rhyme or
reason. There don't appear to be negative spirits present, but ones
that actively involve themselves with the Kasicki family and everything
that goes on in the house--as they would have when they were alive. The
Kasickis like their ghosts, and are still restoring the home with love
and care, and plan to live there all their days. And they're very nice,
seemingly earnest people who don't mind sharing their house with
I know of several places in Oxford, Michigan that are hauted, or give off that "watched" and "unwanted" feeling.
One such place is the house where I grew up... It was a rather large
house, On Tanview drive near Davis Lake, Tan Lake, and Long Lake.
As a small child, I had terrible night trauma's, and ocassionally my
mother would see looming shadowy figures over my crib as she entered
the room, only to quickly vanish as she rushed in to protect me.
Noises of the microwave door slamming shut were often heard at night,
as well as the microwave actually turning on. Once, my father heard the
sound of breaking glass, and the microwave turning on. He thought that
it was someone breaking into the house. He rushed downstairs to catch
the intruder, only to find that no glass had been broken, and a faint
figure of a small girl peeking around the corner. Footsteps, baning on
pipes, and the removal of clothing from drawers was also witnessed.
On one ocassion, my Aunt and my father's good friend were visiting, and
my mother was giving them a tour of the house. After the tour was
finished, my aunt asked, "Where were those other three people that went
up with us?" My mother was baffled by her question. They were the only
ones in the house at the time.
The oddest of the occurances was that of the rocking chair. My mother
had an antique rocking chair that she kept in the corner of the living
room. One day, the rocking chair began to slowly rock, as if a breeze
had entered the room. As time went on, the rocking sped up, as if
someone was sitting in it. It rocked like this for five minutes, until
it abruptly stopped. My mother and father examined the room and the
house for any drafts, or any open doors, seeing as it was summer. The
AC hadn't been running, and no draft was ever found.
I have a few other stories, but I beleive I will save them for another email
My Real Life Ghost Story
Im 15 years old and i live in massachusetts. My mom says when i was 4
years old i had an imaginary friend named Mary. But she wasn't
imaginary. she is eight years old and she died on the Titanic, when it
sank.I can still see her sometimes. she has never hurt me she doesn't
even freak me out. I don't know if this is okay or not. When i see her
i just make eye conntact and if i'm alone i talk to her. I've only told
one person, my friend Jamie. I have a spirit board and we talk to her
with it since Jaime can't see or hear her. II've never been afraid of
her but a month ago she contacted me and said that native americans
used to live on my land, and there is an old woman's spirit that won't
leave. Mary says that i can see other spirits if i become aware of them
she is helping me harness and control my power so i can help other
friendly spirits in need of getting to the afterlife. I asked her why
she is still here and she said to help me and guide me like a guardian
angel. i'm so happy i found your sight and that im not the only one.
MY Parents's House
My family and I had quite a few supernatural experiences while living
in our house. This house was built at the turn of the last century and
is located in one of the neighborhoods of Boston, Massachusetts. It is
a two-family home. My parents bought it in 1973 and we moved in after
extensive renovations. I was 13 and my brother was 12. We lived on the
top two floors and my parents rented out the bottom floor apartment.
The happenings started right after we settled in. There wasn't any one
room in particular, but stuff would happen all over the house. It was
the summer and every night I would stay up late, watching TV in the
family room. I would go to bed and as soon as I was in bed, I would
hear someone walking around downstairs. It sounded like someone with a
heavy pair of boots walking on hardwood floors. Now we had wood floors
but my parents had wall-to-wall carpeting installed. I tried to explain
this to my mother and she would say that it was the tenants in the
first floor...One of my mother's friends lived near by and she had
lived in the same neighborhood since the early 50's.She told my mother
that the house had a reputation. Apparently, the first family that
lived in the house had a little girl and she died in the house. The
parents had a party and the floors had been polished and waxed. The
little girl was running around and slipped and fell and hit her head on
a radiator. She went into a coma and died soon after. The next family
to move in was a large one and the father was abusive to the mother and
children. A few years later, the mother died. The story that went
around the neighborhood was that the father forced the mother to go to
an abortionist because he didn't want another child and she died as a
result of the botched procedure. My brother and I always felt like we
were being watched in that house, particularly in the basement. We
hated being down there, even though my parents fixed it up and even put
in a bathroom, stereo, a ping pong table and a weight set down
there for us. The laundry room was down there too. Every time you went
down there, it felt like someone was standing just behind you. One
time, I felt something tugging at my pants leg and when I looked down,
my pants leg was actually lifting up. We always ran up the stairs. I
recall hearing what sounded like a child running up the basement steps
on several occasions and my dog would always go to the basement door
that was off the kitchen and stand there and listen. I actually saw the
little girl once. I was studying one afternoon in my father's office,
which was off the main hallway, and I looked up from my book just as a
4 or 5 year little girl skipped by the doorway. I remember she had long
brown curls and a yellow ribbon in her hair and a yellow dress. She
looked solid but she made no noise. My mother would experience quite a
bit more in that house, because she was home all day. We would also see
shadows in the dining room and once, I was slightly pushed by something
while standing in the hallway. My mother would hear me talk in my sleep
every night. It sounded like I was having a conversation with someone,
but she never heard another voice but mine. She could never make out
what I was saying and a few times when she would get up to go to my
room, as soon as she stepped into the hallway, I would stop talking.
That upstairs hallway was creepy too. At night, we could sometimes hear
giggling and little kid steps in that hallway. My brother and I never
ever went to the toilet at night. Years later, when my brother and I
moved out, the activity seemed to focus on my poor mother. Now my
mother was and is a tough woman. She believed in ghosts, having lived
in a haunted house while in Cuba (see my previously submitted story).
She became a magnet for the little children that were in the house.
They would appear to her every night, three little skinny boys, between
4 and 10. All three would stand by her side of the bed and she even saw
them sitting on the fire escape, just outside her bedroom window once.
My brother had a friend who was psychic and he agreed to come to the
house. We never gave him any details, we just told him that my mother
was being bothered by spirits. He confirmed the stories that we had
heard many years before and stated that the little girl was there,
along with the woman who had died, the abusive father, and some of
their children. The father was limited to the basement, the little girl
and the woman haunted the second floor, and the little children kept to
the third floor. He claimed that the children had been frequently
locked in the upstairs hall closet. This was the same hall closet that
my mother used as a linen closet and we could never get the sheets and
towels to stay on the shelves. My brother's friend went around the
house and spoke with the spirits. The little girl was lost and was
looking for her parents. The woman was scared of her husband and mostly
hid in the dining room. The husband would rage and pace back and forth.
The little children saw my mother as their mother and were thus drawn
to her. All of this came out during the seance. After speaking with
them and telling them to leave, my mother did not have any more
experiences. She still lives there. The only spirit we have hanging
around now is my father, who passed away in 2003, but that is another
I Have a Story for You
Last year, my grade 6 french immersion class trip was that we got to go
to Quebec for 4 days. The hotel that we stayed at was called
L'Hôtel Universal. Little did we know, our hotel was haunted.
My best friend and I are really into ghosts and the paranormal. We were
in a room with two other girls. None of us could get to sleep because
it was really cold in our room. Around 10:30 p.m I got some really bad
icy chills and as did my best friend. She sat up in bed because she
thought she saw something over by the chair in our room and she
practicaly froze, then looked at me and back again. then layed back
down in bed. So I decided to check out what she had been looking at.
Thats when I saw a man sitting in our chair! He looked like he was from
the past, about mid 1900s. He was wearing a suit and had a top hat on
his lap with one of his legs folded up across his other leg. Then all
of a sudden he vanished. We both started to cry and scream and got the
other two girls doing the same. Then our teacher and some of the
parents that were on the trip came rushing to the door and knocked. So
we answered it. They asked us what was wrong and what happened. So we
told them, but they didn't believe us!
That was my first encounter with a ghost.
Haunted House in Louisville Co.
My wife and I lived in the house I grew up in. In 1989 my wife was home
alone one night while I was a t work. In the back bedroom we had a
closet with bifold doors. My wife heard a loud banging noise and when
she went to see what it was the closet doors opened and close on there
own. Our dog would not go down the hall way and the hair on the back of
her neck was standing straight up. And on a second occurence we were
having breakfast at our table one morning my dog was laying beside me.
All of a sudden she got up and walked a couple of steps and then sat
down. She was looking up and moving her head side to side and wagging
her tale as if someone was talking to her. We feel there were two
spirits there and after we moved out my nephew moved in and the same
things happened to them.
When I lived in the dorms at college, my sophomore year, I had one
experience I'll never forget. My roommate was asleep, though it
was only 8 at night. I was writing a paper and got up to ask a
girl who lived down the hall from me a question. When I came back
(I was only gone not even 5 minutes) my roommate was sitting up in bed
looking very scared, eyes wide open. I asked her what was wrong
and she said that "there was knocking on the door to our room. I said
'come in' and the door opens and there stands this little old
man. He asked in this thick Irish accent if you were here and I
said no, then he disappeared." I told her I was just down the
hall and I didn't see anyone other than who lived here. She then
described the man and I got my photo album out and showed her a picture
of me and my Grandda when my brothers and sisters and I went to visit
them in Ireland over the summer. She said that that was who
came. "No, Jen, he lives in Ireland, he can't be here," I told
her. But, I had the strongest urge to call my da and talk to
him. I picked up the phone and before I could dial home I heard
my da on the other line, "Rhi, I just got off the phone with your Uncle
Seamus. Grandda passed away a little while ago..." he proceeded
to tell me arrangements to go back to Ireland for the funeral (All my
family lives in Ireland except for my parents and my siblings).
The house that I live in now with my older brother, Nick, in Ireland,
is also haunted. It's a really old house. The basement door
will be shut and it will open by itself (even though it is
latched). I've woken up in the middle of the night to have my
window open, even though it might be dead winter outside. Nick
has had scratches on his arms and face, though he didn't go to bed with
them. I refuse to go anywhere in the house without one of our
dogs with us (we have 3 German Shepherds). One will sit at the
top of the stairs and growl, hair standing up, staring at whatever is
downstairs, even if I or Nick are the only ones in the house. One
of the other dogs sleeps at the foot of my bed and I'll often wake to
him barking at the doorway, which has opened by itself. We've
lived here for about six months and are planning on moving out very
Ghosts in Kentucky
After my children's father's death, I rented a house on a lovely street
in Lexington, Ky. We were there for four years. It was a two story
white brick house with 3 bedrooms, very quaint. My bedroom ran from the
front to the back of the house and it had two doors, one toward the
front and one toward the back that both led into a wide hallway. The
way my bed was situated, I could see straight into my daughter's
bedroom while in bed. My daughter was 11 when we moved to the house and
my son was 7.
Our street was well lit at night, so much so that my bedroom was never
entirely dark, even when I pulled the blinds. Not long after we moved
in the house, I was reading in bed one night with pillows propped
against the headboard. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw somebody
drifting across the floor. I watched her "flow" slowly across the
bedroom from back to front. She looked to have a bobbed hairstyle and
she had on a mauve colored long gown or shroud. I kept pinching my arms
to make sure I wasn't dreaming and I kept watching her cross the room.
When she came to the front of my bed, she stiffly turned to me (her
entire body turned with her head), she looked at me (she had hollowed
out eyes), then turned back around slowly toward the front of the house
and Poof! she passed through the bricks. I never saw her again.
Another time, it was late one night and I was in bed, but not asleep.
It must have been around midnight, and I heard my daughter come running
up the stairs, she opened the door closest to the back of the house and
I looked at her a little startled because I thought she was in bed.
Anyway, as she came through the door, a huge black dog came ahead of
her through the door. I never saw it again.
This is really strange. I was again in bed one night when this
happened. My bed was such that my windown air-conditioner unit was to
the left of me when I wet to bed, and across the hall, my
daughter's air conditioner was in the window to the right of her bed. I
guess it was a mother intuition, but I looked up from my reading and
saw a man (his suit was an ochre color with brown shoes. Looked to me
to be in the early 20th century or late 19th century) flying through
the air,like superman flies. I watched him soar through my daughter's
air conditioner, across the hall, and out my air conditioner. His body
was stretched straight out, like supermans, and he was looking straight
ahead. He just flew through one window and out the other. I never saw
The three spirits, the shrouded woman, the huge black dog, and the
flying man were not seen by me again. I never felt threatened by them.
But, when I started thinking about it soon afterwards, I realized they
were as clear as day. I couldn't see through them. I always thought
that ghosts were transparent, and I suppose some are, but the ones I
saw looked very solid, except for the hollowed out eyes of the woman.
Another time, I was vaccuming my basement steps and as I came to the
last step, I looked back while vaccuming to make sure I had gotten all
the dog and cat hairs. As I was looking back, I saw a pair of tiny legs
that were covered in thick white stockings and she had a pair of pink
ballet slippers on her feet. I only saw them for a second, and never
saw them again.
I believe the little girl in ballet slippers was part of the house
because my daughter and I, on separate occasions, were in the breakfast
room early morn and heard a tiny voice say "hi!" It literally scared my
daughter to death and she ran upstairs to my bedroom to tell me what
she had heard. She believed someone was in the house, so we went
through each room, including the attic and the basemment, but we didn't
find anyone. I only told her many years later that I had heard the same
voice in the same room and about the same time in the morning.
My daughter was four years older than her brother, and she rode the
city bus home after school. Her brother was in after school day care
and I picked him up after work each day, so my daughter had about 3
hours home alone. She was about 15 years old when this incident
happened. It was a cold January day, and I had given the children a
Bassett Hound puppy for Christmas. My daughter came home and was
playing with the puppy on our living room couch when all of a sudden
she heard knockings on the living room and dining room walls. She told
me they were very loud and she was so frightened that she ran outside
with the puppy in her arms, but after about 10 minutes she had to go
back inside the house because of the cold. The knockings never occurred
again. But, my daughter knew nothing about the supernatural, and
couldn't relate the knockings to anything. It was about a month before
the knockings that she came home from school, opened the front door,
and heard beautiful music throughout the house.It stopped almost as
soon as she heard it. But she told me it sounded like angels singing.I
told her she was probably right, and it was a force of best luck that
she heard them. She never heard them again, except one morning when I
was taking her to school, and just before Christmas, my car radio was
playing music from a Christmas concert the night before.It was Ave
Maria, and my daughter told me that that was the singing she heard.
We lived in the house for 4 years and I had it blessed by two different
priests on two occasions. The last time the house was blessed was the
same night the man flew through the air conditioners.
I shared these experiences with a friend and she thinks the spirits
(excluding the little girl) were just "passing through." Maybe so, but
I know what I saw, as strange as it may sound.
My Ghost Hunting
i started doing ghost hunting 5 yrs ago in S.E countries and i have a couple of experiences to share.
my background - i did my studies in mechnical engineering in a
respected college, so i can be quite tech geek at times but the
following incidents cannot be explained
Incident 1 - 27 jun 1999
The incident occured in a military air base. the air base has an
air strip of 1.5 km long, which trees are planted along side it at an
interval of about 3m apart. the height of the trees was a min of 5m
It was about 11pm, the last landing occured about 2 hrs ago, so the
base was dead. I was on my first nite shift and hence i cannot
sleep so i decided to go to air traffic tower to listen in on the
civilian freq channel.
I sat down for 10 mins or so before i noticed a white fiqure standing
ON the tree-top of a tree about 400 to 500 m away. the figure was
distinctively female and i must say, quite well shaped.
Then the figure disappeared and reappered on the next tree further from
the tower. It paused for a split second before disappearing and
reappearing on the next tree further away. the incident lasted
about 40 seconds
Thinking it was my mind playing tricks, i went back downstair to watch TV.
The next afternoon, i played back the security camera, it was captured
distincitively for a total of 522 frames. the camera setting was set at
22 fps digital, so i was able to play it back frame by frame.
in the frame stills, the "lady" appears to be leaping from tree to
tree. the estimate speed is about 30m/s or 110km/h or 65
miles/hr. in one still, the she just leaped off the first tree,
in the next she was covered about 2/3 of the distance. in the next
frame, she was already standing still. so, it reasonable safe to say
that she covered about 3m in one-tenth of a second.
i showed the tape to my sgt, and was given permission to go thru the
previous security videos. there was only records up to 1 yrs old,
but in another file, dated jan 1999, there was also a 122 frame
recording a the "lady" at high speed. estmiated at 50m/s. the recording
was done at 1132am, bright sunnny outdoor. it appears to be
chasing after an helicopter on approach. the estimated distance
from "lady" to ground was 3m height. There was only one clear
still which her face body was clear. It was not some blur
high-speed image, but one which the outline of her fingers were visible
and body outline very distinctive.
There only an account of a similar slighting by a pilot when he was
400m above ground. His version " I was guiding a rookie on soft
landing when i saw a white fiqure among the trees near the ground. As
the time of incident was during sunset, it was dismissed. (during
sunset, when the shadows are long, and the day pilots are tired, "the
mind like to be jesters" year of incident 1989.)
Non logical explainations as:
1. No ghost i know appear in broad daylight outdoor!
2. The "Lady" was solid, of pale ivory complaxion, dark black
hair. From part of facial features captured on film. est. age
- under 25.
3. No one can stand on the tip of a tree top supported by branches under 1 cm thick
4. The area on either the runway is 1 km of very flat open ground, grass well maintanced
Possible explanation - 1. a tree druid
2. Pontianak (a malay vampire)
3. Tree spirit
Anyway this started my ghost hunting days.
if anyone familiar with tree-worshiping occult practise, pls email me
Incident 2 - march 2001
i witnessed an possession on the street. An white woman aged
40plus started blabbing in classis malay which was not used in
indonesia for over a century. It took 6 local male to supress her
and brought her into a taxi. Unable to follow-up as no taxi
driver was willing to follow that taxi. (Offered 200US$ - but no
incident 3 - 29 Jun 2003
Hatyai, Thailand, estmated 3pm
Near the malaysia border, while on board a stationary train, i saw a
fiqure about 1.4 m tall hugging onto a palm tree. It has a
mishaped body and rotting face which reminded me of the imp in "Lord of
the ring". It then somehow melted into that palm tree which it was
hugging. Unable to verify as no one else saw it.
Incident 4 - 17 jul 2004
Abondoned school building, Singapore, est 7pm
There have been rumours of cult practice in the building after it was
abandoned. I brought some equipment to test the place.
I started placing my equipments at 3pm, wif the help of a friend.
Electronic temperature sensors where place at various spots in the room.
2 normal digital camera facing each other.
1 infra red camera facing the blackboard.
1 standard sound recordor,
1 ultra low freq sound recorder
1 ultra high freq sound recorder
first Slight, insignificant EM spikes near blackboard. thinking that
the blackboard may be magnectically charged, i placed my EM detector on
the ground. After which, the spikes continues. I thought it
may be that there is power lines behind the blackboard.
Then exactly at 7pm, a nearby church bell can be heard. The EM
detector got a full spike. followed by 2 spikes. Nothing
happened, for the rest of the night. But the next day, all my
equipment were dead. i mean real dead. all 3 video recorded
recorded only statics from 7pm (part of the church bell can be
heard). The standard sound recordor was total quiet - even the
church bell was not heard. I was in the room wif my friend joking
and laughing the whole evening about starting a starting a porn
website. The sound recorder was on and recording. this, we made
sure as i check it twice myself. Even the recording during the
earlier part of the day was gone.
The ultra high freq recorder recorded a sharp "Blak" sound est. to be
around 7 to 7.15 pm. and again rest of the tape was blank which
was unlikely as it should pick up back-ground noise. same wif low-freq
all 6 temperature sensor recorded a sharp temperature spike from 29
degree C at 7.02pm to 44 degree C at 7.03 pm. 32 degree C at
7.04pm and 29 degree C at 7.05pm. During the 7 to 7.15pm time
frame, my friend and i did not felt and temperature change
The EM detector was also found to be faultly the next day, the cause
was overloading. The 2 spare EM detectors which was used for
background EM detection was placed unshielded about 200m away from the
damaged EM detectors registed no spikes.
It is unlikely that any of the equipment were offline as the feeds were reqistered into 2 seperate laptops.
A second recording was made 2 days later but no spikes were recorded and everything came out normal.
Any logical explaination?
I believe incident 1 and 3 are somehow related. The explaination i got
from this part of the world is that they were ghost, but i have been to
many haunted places (over 100 sites, included mass burial grounds of
WWII) wif no luck of ghost sighting, even with those damn expensive
equipment i got.
Equipment used: - infra red googles and camera
- Ultra violet light
- Night vision googles and camera
- EM wave dectors
- Ultra sonic sound detectors
- Broad band and specific freq sound recorders
- Temperature sensors of 0.1 degree sensitivity
I even tried playing WWII jap music in spots where ritual suicides were commited.
IF there is anything i missed out, any direction is appriecated.
As a foot-note, 27 jun 1999 happens to be a full moon, while 29 jun 2003 and 17 jul 2004 happens to be a close to a full moon
The Siren of Fort Cobb Lake
I'm an empath, which for those that don't know means I can feel other
peoples emotions and I can also feel ghosts, entities, spirits, demons,
angels, whatever you want to call them. I've had this gift all my
life and have many uneventful ghost stories to tell ranging from my
dead father watching over me in my room, to seeing people that have
died in places I've lived, to what I guess are angels guiding me away
from danger. But none of them compare to one camping trip I took
with my ex in August of 2003.
We went out to the primative camp ground at Fort Cobb Lake in Oklahoma
and were going to spend a romantic weekend at the lake. I have
never been comfortable in those kinds of settings before due to my gift
and the lack of control I had over it til recently. I had felt
something angry there since we got there, but it didn't seem to pose a
threat, so I agreed to out camp site.
Our camp site was set up as such: There was a dirt road that led
through this part of the lake and a patch of trees was between the
clearing we camped in and the road. Two other small patches of
trees were on either side and the lake in front. It came to about
midnight and I tried my hardest to ignore the feelings I had been
having all night which were growing more and more intense and night
Midnight came and me and my ex both heard singing. It sounded
like a little latino girl. At first, we thought it was a radio,
but it was coming from the road on the other side of the trees. I
closed my eyes and focused what I was feeling and felt the anger near
the road. I was terrified by this. There had been no cars
all night and we were alone. Me ex, of course, wanted to go see
what that singing was. I told him not to go and why I thought he
shouldn't. He told me that he would be okay and told me to sit in
the tent and that if I got too scared to sit in my car. I took
the lantern and he took the flashlight. I sat alone for what
seemed like hours, though it was probably only ten to twenty
I could feel evil or anger all around growing closer and closer.
I knew we had to leave or we wouldn't live through the night. I
began to pack up the tent and all our things and waited for him to
return. When he finally did, I was in tears from fear and he was
out of breath. He helped me finish packing and we left. It
followed us until we reached Union City, which was over half the way we
had to go to get home. I never asked what happened and he didn't
I think that we silently decided that we wouldn't discuss it for fear
that it would find us. A friend of ours had told us that the more
you pay attention to them the more they pay attention to you.
The apartment that we lived in was haunted anyway by a demon, as I
believe it was, and I had a hard time living there anyway. I had
to go to sleep with my ex or it would mess with me too much for me to
get near the bed. But that's another story all together. I
went to bed as I always did and for three months, I had a dream.
The dream was this. A "camera" was following my ex walking down
an old, deserted road at night. He walked for some ways before he
stopped and turned to look at something. The "camera" went to his
point of view and I saw an old, dead oak tree full of knots and
sinister looking branches. It was surrouned by live saplings and
a lake was beyond. Then, the "camera" shot back to the road and I
saw a little girl, maybe five or six years old. She had long,
blonde hair with a red ribbon in it. She had big, sad blue eyes
and she was very pale. She wore a white dress with a red ribbon
tied around the chest. The dress went down to her knees and was
very white and rufflely. She had black baby doll shoes and white
ruffle socks. She didn't smile or anything, only stood
there. Then, the girl began to change. She grew to some
seven feet tall, her skin and hair began to decay on her bones.
Her eyes glowed a eery red and her fingers grew into claws. Her
clothes turned to rags and her teeth became razor sharp. And then
I woke up.
Every night I had this dream, so I stopped sleeping at night and didn't
have the dreams during the day. And an added bonus was the demon
in the apartment didn't mess with me either!
After about two weeks of not sleeping at night, my ex asked me what was
wrong or what had he done to make me stop going to bed with him.
I didn't want to tell him at first, for it scared me to talk about that
entity at the lake. After a week, I told him about my dream.
When I came to the part about the dead oak tree, he told me to stop and
describe the tree in more detail. So I did. He then told me
that he had seen that tree that night that he went to investigate the
singing. He felt that he was drawn towards it and that he heard
someone in his mind say "run". So he began to run back toward the
camp site and never looked back. He said that he felt something
pushing him, helping him to run fast enough to escape danger. I
continued with my dream and his eyes widened with terror when I
described the little girl. He told me that he had seen that
little girl in our bed room after I had stopped going to bed with
The little girl never messed with us or tried to hurt us, at least not
that I know. Differentiating between the two that were now in our
apartment was difficult, so she might have and I couldn't tell.
We finally moved out of that apartment after living there for a year
and a half. We found an apartment that didn't have anything bad
in it, only a neutral spirit that lived in our bathroom. We never
went back to Fort Cobb and since the move, haven't seen the little girl.
wo Haunted Places In/Around Douglas and Riverdale, KS
I noticed that you didn't have either of these places listed on your site,
and since I've personally been to both, have more than a little psychic
sense, and know full good and well these places are haunted, I thought they
might make an interesting addition to your site.
The first place is a house east of Douglas by about four and a half miles.
I'm not sure when it was built, but its a solid limestone two story house.
There is a local story about the house, and why it's currently empty. The
story goes that, back in the 1970's, there was a family living there. They
all just disappeared without any rhyme or reason as to why. Their car was
still in the driveway, food on the stove and on plates as though they'd just
sat down to dinner. All of the children's toys were still there, all the
clothes for a family of five. Nobody has ever seen or heard from them
again. The house is old, over a hundred years old at least. When you enter
through the back door, you step into something of a mud porch with a square
hole cut into the floor for the drain off an old fashioned ice box. To the
north is the entrance to the kitchen, and at that same wall is the stairway
to the upstairs. If you are daring enough to go upstairs, you find vaulted
ceilings, half-rotted floors, and graffitti on the walls that would suggest
the place has been used by many people over the years for satanic and occult
rituals, both light and dark (though more dark.) The living room, off the
kitchen, is impossible to enter, as the floors are completely rotted through
in most spots, and what is beneath is (what I believe to be) the
continuation of the hole from the ice chest on the porch. The place has
definite negativity to it, and if for nothing more than the oddity of the
story behind it, it's worth mentioning. I went in with two other friends of
mine who are strong psychics, and it came to a point where we knew something
malevolant was coming toward us. We got out of the house and away from the
property and have not returned since. The house sits on the south side of
highway 210, and is difficult to see, as it likes to "hide" itself. I've
taken other people by there to look at it, and every one of them has
reported a strong dislike and a sense of them NOT wanting to go there, not
be around it, and trying to forget it.
The second place, also near Douglas, is much less malevolant. I believe it
to be an old civil war battlefield, as I could hear the sounds of battle and
watched soldiers walking around. My friend, and her son were with me at the
time. She had sat down there and was talking to her son, and her boy (seven
years old at the time) reported having the feeling that there were other
people sitting around him, listening to her talk. Most of the spirits on
this place are soldiers from the war who are restless, as they were not
given suiting graves. There are many unmarked graves on the place, and the
bodies lay in an area much larger than the actual cemetery, which is still
used today, though not often.
There is one more cemetery that just popped to mind that I feel I should
mention. It's called the Riverdale Cemetery, and it's just off of highway
81 between Belle Plaine and Wellington on 70th Street. Going south on 81,
you turn right at 70th street and go past the one house. You will come to a
set of tracks, a road, and then just past the road is the cemetery. It was
started in the early 1800s (I believe that's the correct date) during the
days of covered wagons and the oregon trail. Two young girls were playing
around a campfire and fell in, were horribly burned and died. Though they
were buried inside the vacinity of the cemetery, their graves are not
marked. The cemetery has a sinkhole toward the side in the back, with two
trees guarding it. You can see a haze at night rising above the sinkhole,
and a definite malevolance past the trees. It was enough to make me refuse
to go any further. While moving through the cemetery at night, you can hear
people talking, see eyes watching you from the darkness, and every now and
then (once you've put your flashlight out) you can see the spirits step from
the trees to watch you.
Those are all the places I can think of that I know FOR SURE are haunted at
the current time. I found your site while investigating for more haunted
places in kansas, as my boyfriend and I are gonna take a road trip looking
around for various places. I know there are many more places, especially
locally around where I am. There are a few houses in town, one for sure,
and several old decrepit farm houses in the middle of fields, or half fallen
with trees being the only thing to keep them still standing... but I've not
been able to investigate many of those places. If In the future I find
anything else interesting, i'll be sure and send it your way.
Thanks for the great resource.
Another Haunted Place in Wichita, KS
Waston Park, in Wichita, KS, is home to an island in the middle of their
pond. The island is closed to public access except during October, when
they have an attraction called "The Haunted Island". Unfortunately (or
fortunately for our purposes) the places really is haunted. There was a
murder in the 70's when a man and his girlfriend fell asleep on the island.
When the man woke up, he remembered nothing, and his girlfriend was found in
pieces all over the island.
The island is home to several BAD spirits. I'm not sure all the accounts
that can be given, except that while I worked during october at the Island,
I remember being followed by spirits. I remember them guiding people the
wrong way, hiding the signs that said "this way" and so the workers were
kept on their toes making sure people didn't get lost. Most of the people
working the island were of the general opinion that if people got lost, they
might not be found. A little imaginative, but still, the fear had definite
grounds in reality.
We recently purchase a home in the mountains as a vacation
retreat. Our neighbors lost their 16 year old daughter in a
tragic fall from a waterfall. My husband sensed her presence in
our house, and was given a song that he wrote with her help.
Recently, I took a group of girlfriends to the house for a girl's
weekend. During the night, my friend was unable to sleep, and
came downstairs to watch TV for a while. When she returned to her
room, there was rice sprinkled all over her bed. The rice was not
there when she initially got into bed for the night. She dreamed
that she had asked me about the rice, and in the dream, I assured her
that I had put the rice in her bed because it had a healing
effect. My friend is dealing with some things that she
experienced in childhood, and her visit caused her to share those
experiences. We believe that our presence is there for
healing. We have no fear, and we often sense that she is with us.
I noticed when we bought the house, the previous owner had placed coins
in each of the chairs in the upstairs bedrooms. Is there a
superstition about coins and ghosts? The coins were heads
up. I asked several of our neighbors if anyone had died in the
house, and they were not aware of anyone being ill or dying in the
house. I believe that we are given certain spiritual gifts, and
we have them for a reason. The gift of discernment is what I
believe enables us to sense her presence in our home. I believe
my friend was able to connect with this girl, and that the encounter
Her parents live near our home, but I have been reluctant to mention
anything to them because I don't want to cause them any pain. I
do believe that she is serving a helpful purpose, and I wish they could
know about it
Poamoho Camp (Village) pass Whitmore Camp (Village) and Schofield
Barracks headed towards Haleiwa. As kids we were told about the
Years later when camping near the basket ball court with 5-6 other
kids, we were roasting hot dogs over the fire about 8 or 9:00 pm. The
next morning when we got up went for breakfast at one of the kids house
where his mom and dad made pancakes for us. As we were eating his dad
said, "last night when you kids were around the fire, I saw three Tall
Men staring looking down at all of you."
Till this day, we still talk about it. Poamoho Camp was use to be the
the Del-Monte Pineapple Plantation Camp. It hasn't changed much, but Im
sure people will tell you a story or two about Poamoho.
hey,my name is beth,and im 13 years old. i saw your story on a website
and i decided to email you. i live in a house that's a little over 100
years old and ive had weird things happen to me. since noone i know
seems to believe me, i decided to send it to you just in case you were
First though my house is roughly 100 years old/older and I know the
previous resident Mrs. Miller lived here for about 50 years. She was
pretty old and she could be deceased by now .i have no knowledge of the
people who lived here before that.
1.. This happens frequently when both of my dogs are asleep and
my mom is working and my dad and brothers are asleep. I will be either
in my room about to fall asleep or in my computer room, which is
adjacent to the kitchen. I will be sitting/lying down and I will hear
my cabinets start to open and bang shut. I ve never actually seen it
because I ve either been upstairs or with the door to the computer room
close. I can rule out the possibility of humans or pets because they re
all either asleep or in the room with me.
2.. For about 3 night at 10:15-exactly 10:15,not 10:16,not
10:14- my dogs would start BARKING AND ABSOLUTELY FREAKING OUT! I would
go downstairs expecting it was a cat or something .nothing ..
3.. These are all things that happen in my room.(Mrs.Miller s old room)---
*one night I was sitting in bed had a little spaz attack .and
almost fell out of bed. Over towards my window I heard a woman s laugh.
This was really startling seeing as everyone in my house was asleep
then I looked out the window no one.
*once I was sitting there listening to my radio(which is placed near
the window) and it doesn t have very good reception. It got all fuzzy
then the dial flipped around to a classical music station. I yelled out
don t do that again it freaks me out plus I was listening to a
different station! Its never happened agin.
*I was getting bored and decided to get something to read. I went
over to the bookshelf, closed for my eyes and reached for a book. I
found ghost in the window by betty ren wright ..coincidence???
4.. My brother SWEARS he saw an orb in our basement. Don t know
too much about that one.(once my other brother started babbling about a
black woman he saw down there )
5.This one is possibly the overactive/somewhat silly imagination of my
other brother. For some reason, when he was about 4 or 5 he decided to
tell us that there was a ghost in our attic called mrs. White who fell
into a bucket of nails and died .for a little kid who had never been
talked to about ghost,never seen a scary movie I found this strange
6.in the past few months i've had a lot of trouble sleeping. so i stay
up until around 12 most nights before i finally decided to go to bed.
every single night without fail i have to run through my living room
and run up the stairs as fast as i can. i always get the impresssion
that there is someone at the end of my living room staring at me as i
go upstairs. then theres another person maybe 7 feet ahead of that. it
scares me incredibly badly. i think the one towards the end of the room
is a tall male around 34. im not sure about the other one.
7.the other night around one in the morning i was trying to get to
sleep and i had headphones on. even though i had the volume turned down
low, the kind of music i listen to is not really the quiet kind.
anyways, i was trying to sleep and all of a sudden i felt...i dont know
how to describe it...i think the vest way to describe it is to say i
felt heavy. right after the heavy feeling i couldnt move at all i
couldnt move my eyelids,legs,arms,nothing. after a couple minutes the
feeling passed and i fell asleep almost immediatly.
8.i think that there's a little girl haunting my house. and i also do
not think she likes me at all.one time i was walking down stairs. all
of a sudden my back started to hurt badly and i felt cold and then i
fell. i hurt my back and couldnt go to school that day. another day one
of my friends fell down the stairs and she looked really scared. i
figured it was just the shock of falling. later she told me that she
had had the same experience as i had had, and she saw a little girl
after she fell.
9. one time my friend was over,we'll call her S, shes a strong believer
in the paranormal and she was tellign me about how much she hated the
mirror in my hallways next to my stairs becuase it scares her so much.
it is a creepy mirror,but noone feels as strongly about it as she does.
as we were talking about it her mom pulled up to pick her up. i was
like alright,il just go upstairs and get your cell pho so im walking
upstairs and i noticed that it was wierdly cold. even though i felt
creeped out, i didnt bother to turn the light on.i grabbed her cell
phone and as i was coming out of my room a laundry asket was
slowly,then faster pushed towards me. i cam downstairs extremely
freaked out and sarah was like do not even tell me,just tell me when i
get home. and yeah, i was freake dout pretty bad.
10.th eother day i was at S's house with two of our friends. her hosue
is kind of creepy too. one day she was walking in her living room at
like 11 becuase se came downstairs to get something to eat when she
heard a little boy say GO TO BED. and she ran upstairs and looked
in her younger brother's room. he was sound asleep.
alright..i think im out of stories for now. someone email me if they've had ecperiences similar to mine.
My Terrifying Story
Hey, this is ken. I wanted to share my story which to this very day,
still gives me the chills. Now this will sound a little strange, but
when i was around five years old, i had this extreme fear of chairs. I
kow it sounds strange, but it was an extreme fear. i couldn't ever
sleep in a room with a chair in it. Here is the reason why. Again, I
was around five years old and my mother was preparing food for a
barbeque we were having the next day. I had gotten tired, it was around
5:30 pm. So I had went in my parents room to take a nap. when I had
awaken, it was almost pitch black even though it was only around 7:00.
Even the blinds were closed. So, naturaly, I had turned the lights
on.(the light switch was within reaching distance of my parents bed).
As i had turned the lights on, to my horror, was a chair on the
cealing. It had seemed to be affected by the lights, because it was
litteraly moving/hopping on the cealing and it was moving really Fast,
faster than your average human could move it. Now i know i didn't
emagine it, because the kitchen was directly below my parents room, and
my mother had yelled from downstairs to stop the bumping(she thought i
was jumping on the bed). As my mother had entered the room with an
anger in her voice the chair had stopped.My mother had seen the
look of terror on my face and, of course, had asked me what was wrong.
The chair which was still on the cealing had stopped. She began to
shake me and try to snap me out of my extreme terror.. I had then
pointed to the chair which was then over the door she had just walked
in. she began to turn her head, and the chair had almost instantly went
back to where it had always sat. My mother was really scared as i had
told her that it wasn't me, ad that it was the chair that was on the
wall. At first she didn't believe me, but she later did as she had
found a streak on the cealing which had matched the color on t legs of
the chair. later throughout the year, I had somewhat gotten over
my fear with chairs, but even after the situation had happend, every
now and then we would hear bumping coming from upstairs even though the
door was closed.
This wasn't the end of my experiences. As i had gotten older, i could
sense not ghostly, but demonic activity. I could see things and sense
things that noone else could. On April, first, 1997, my family had
moved into an 8000sq/ft home, (yes we were rich). The home was newly
built, so that eliminated activity from previous residents. We were on
private property which had never been used. I had gotten good feelings
on the house and had had no bad experiences. But over time, a demon had
somehow moved in.. To describe this demon would only need to use the
word Massive. The body parts on the demon were around only 1ft dimater,
so it was skinny. Its body parts looked like PVC pipes which were
painted Jet Black. The head, however, looked like a normal sized human
head, but it had no face. The demon was really tall also. we had a
three story home and the legs and feet would be in the basement, arms
and torso on the main level, and the head and shoulders on the upstairs
level. Here is an example....
And occasionaly, It would move around the house and you could see the
body move and then disappear. You could only see it when It moved.
Anyway I had seen the head only once and it was terrorfying. My whole
family was asleep, and i had waken up. My bed was facing the door to my
room and I could see straight down the hall. As i had looken down the
hall, to my horror I had seen the head moving back and forewad. For
about 10 minutes We had stared at each other, and i could sense that it
had wanted to attack me. so I had called out for my mother, and again,
once she came out, it had disappeared. These hauntings would occour
alot, and I have many other stories to tell, but I must go. I will try
to get them all to you.
I've always believed in supernatural thing and that is why i'm always
on edge. But the last year or so i noticed much more than i wanted
to. Firstly my shower and many others doors in the house slammed
shut without wind or help(from any visible from anyway) then i saw a
shadow from my corridor move when i was alone.
One day i was actually scared out of my wits since i heard a loud
smashing of glass to loud to be from next door. Then as i went to see
what was what there was nothing. In no room or closet space was there
glass. To settle my conscience my mum went to both neighbors with me to
ask if they had dropped any glass, they hadn't!!!!!!!!! Then for about
5months nothing happened and slowly i forgot about it but 3days ago i
woke up in the middle of the night and switched my light on but i felt
i was being watched. Turning round to check i thought i saw a figure, a
very pale figure, going downstairs. Waking my mum quietly we went down
with nothing to protect us. We search every room over and over and no
force entry was found. even scarier all the doors were locked like the
should. My mum feels i'm paranoid but i know what i saw and hope never
to see it again.