A Few Visitors
By: joonas.sten@netikka.fi
I've have had a few
visiting spirits in my room the past years. About 6-7 years ago while I was
trying to sleep, I started feeling very uncomfortable. Seconds later I heard a
someone breathing for about 5 seconds, ater that, the feeling was gone and
nothing could be heard. Since my room is in a seperate building than my parents
and sisters rooms this freaked me out. Nothing special happened in many
years... But while I was in the army about half a year ago, my sister was
sleeping in my room to be left alone. She woke up in the middle of the night
and saw the ceiling light (wich is hanging from a chain) swinging back and
forth violently. I don't know for how long or what she felt like at the moment,
since she didn't really want to talk about it for some reason... Then a month
or so ago, I found a cupboard door open three times the same day, and i had
closed it every time. Now I nor anyone else had have no business into that
cupboard that day. Later that day I started thinking, and got a little paranoid
about it. So I left my wallet and mobile phone on the bed next to each other
and memorized their position while I went to the main building to grab
something to eat. When I came back, I found that my mobile phone had changed
position and was turned up-side-down and that damned cupboard door was open
again. I cursed out loud at what I think was a visiting spirit to leave me
alone. I haven't expeirienced anything special since then.
Also, while I lived in an
apartment for about one year, four years ago, I had a mysterious invisible
roomate. The bathroom door whould slam shut every now and then, the kitchen
wallclock whould change the time by itself (example. I left the appartment for
a few hours, and when I got back the clock showd i was gone 7 hours),
constantly having a feeling of being watched, and (only a few times though)
knocking heard from the empty apartment next to mine. I started staying over at
friends' places the last few months I had that apartment, because I started
feeling very uncomfortable there.
Uncle Charlie
By:
ElworJT@dhfs.state.wi.us
My mother and father bought
an old victorian house that was moved from
the lot behind
there. My father was a
foster kid to a relative we knew as Uncle
Charlie. He was a dear,
caring man. He always wore a jacket with a felt
hat that had a certain shape
to it. After his wife, Aunt Annie, died
from cancer, he became ill
and wanted to spend his last days on earth at
our house. He loved the
noises of the house, the sound of children and
the activity and goings on
in the house. He had his last rights in the
downstairs bedroom off the
living room. One night, while my older
sister, Joan, was sleeping
in bed, she woke up to see a blacker than
black figure of a man, with
a hat and coat on, standing at the foot of
her bed. She claimed it
looked like the figure of Uncle Charlie. She was
home alone, while the rest
of the family were on a camping trip, and he
seemed to be watching out
for her. A few years later, I was home alone
and the same thing happened
to me. My dog, Mitzie, who slept at the foot
of my bed, started growing.
I looked up to see the figure. I jumped out
of bed and checked the
entire house. There was no one there. I went back
to sleep and it happened
again. Only then he turned and walked down the
stairs. That's when I left
and went over to my sister's (Joan's), house
and that is when she told
me it had happened to her. Then, one evening,
while about five kids were
sitting on the floor in front of the TV in
the living room, watching
Laugh-In, my sister's best friend, Patty, saw
Uncle Charlie come walking
out of the bathroom, through the living room,
and up the front staircase.
She screamed and said she saw a figure of a
man, he was black, he was
walking about two feet off the floor. (I
figure he was happy to hear
all the laughter of the children.) When dad
retired they sold the house
and we visited with the new owners a few
months after they had moved
in. When I stopped to ask for the visit,
they asked me what was
going on in this house. Apparently they had heard
things and their
15-year-old had seen something in her room--which was
Joan and my old room where
we had seen Uncle Charlie. I told her not to
be afraid, he was there to
protect her, and he is still there to protect
the children who live in
that house.
True Stories
By: unknownshadow65@yahoo.com
Names david and i live in
1: This has been happening
to me for my entire life. Well, sense about 6 months after I was born but its
hard to remember that... Lets just say it started when I was 3. I would always
be sitting in the living room late at night trying to go to sleep while my
grandmother sat on the couch. id be cuddled up next to her. Id just be sitting
there trying to either sleep or find some cartoons on at night, to no prevail.
Now, nobody was awake at the time and I knew that sense my brothers wernt born
yet and my mother and father were in there room. I was just sitting there when
i heard some footstpes comeing up the basement stairs. Now, even at my young
age I beleived in ghosts never once doupting they existed. I at first was quite
reluctant to go to the basement also knowing about intruders and what I should
do. I woke my grandmother and me and her investigated. Seeing nothing she told
me to go to sleep. I did. This hads repeated over and over from that time sense
at least every other week. Lately its slowed to monthly at the least. Now, i
have a cat and sometimes he does that when Im alone at home or everyones asleep
but I always check to see where he is before I say it was him.
2: The second thing has
only occured to me once. I was asleep in my room, well, sleeping wasnt exactly
what I was doing 'cauze I always stayed up. I was actually watching TV when My
door suddenly flew open. Now, i had it closed and locked. It had opened and
stood wide open. I darted up and went to the door hearing completely nothing at
all as I got there nothing stood nin front of me.
3: I was alone in my house
and I had been watching TV. This happened only 3 years ago. I had to go really
badly so I ran to the bathroom. I was in there when the lights went off and a
pale figure appeared for maybe a second tops. I nearly jumped up but my
situation was kinda... you get it.
4: I have seen a cat in my
house recently. Its not my cat 'cause my cat is white and this one is... i cant
exactly explain. its black but lets off an
By: RolandGnslr@aol.com
The old riverview hosptial in
My Ghost
By: prettyinpunksev@gmail.com
My entire life I've always
believed in ghosts, mostly because of my
mother. She lived in an old
brick house growing up near downtown
moved to the house we live
in now, in 1980 with her brother, and then
got married and had me
later in 1984. This house was not originally
here..nor was it originally
a house. It was a garage apartment used as
a maid/butler's quarters in
the 1950s or 60s (I forget) in River Oaks,
a very old and rich
neighborhood in
happened in our house, we
would here all sorts of noises, footsteps,
and there was just always a
feeling that we were never alone. We
learned to live with it, we
shared our home peacefully with whatever
else was there. I even
remember playing with the spirit of a little
boy when I was very small
(or it could have been my imagination, who
knows?) So basically we
were all one big happy, only some of us were
dead.
But here is the big one. It
didn't happen often but about every couple
of years or so I would hear
someone call my name and ask my mother
what she wanted or go and
see who was at the door and it would turn
out that she hadn't said a
thing or that no one was there. The same
happened with her, it never
really scared us, we knew what it was and
that we were not in danger.
But, about 2 years ago I was at my
computer surfing the net,
doing my daily bored-as-hell routine, when I
heard someone whisper
"Jill.." (Thats my name incase you didn't know.)
I looked around incredibly
angry that someone would walk into my house
like they owned the place
and didn't bother to knock. I looked around
this room and the next, I
even looked out the window and there wasn't
a soul in sight (no pun
indended.) I was a little shaken, but not
really bothered, so I went
back to surfing the net. About 30 seconds
later I heard
"JILL!" Loud, clear and obviously a man's voice. I
jumped up from my seat and
ran outside, away from whatever/whoever was
trying to get my attention.
I sat on the porch cold and
barefooted for about 15 minutes wanting to
just leave but my keys,
shoes, and cigarettes (I know, I'm such a
nicotine fiend) were still
in the computer room. I eventually got the
balls to walk into the
living room. I would look through the doorway
at the den and computer
room but I couldn't bring myself to cross the
threshold, so I sat on the
couch in the quiet for a bit trying to get
up the nerve to just run in
and get my keys. It took everything I had
to walk into the computer
room, and then I heard "I'm sorry." This was
too much. I ran out of my
house and down the street (barefoot) and
called a friend to come
pick me up. I've discussed this with a few
friends (carefully selected
only those that believed in ghosts, so the
others wouldn't believe I
was crazy), and we came to the conclusion
that I was, in fact, being
contacted by someone, and that in his last
statement he was
apologising for frightening me.
I just wanted to post my
experience for other people to read so that
they know that no matter
what skeptics say, we are not alone, and we
are not crazy,
ghosts/spirits/poltergeists are real. There are too
many experiences that
people have had for every single one of them to
have some sort of
halucinagenic mental illness or whatever. Thank you
and good day.
My Haunted House
By: Rshaw0517@wowway.com
I have lived in my house
all my life. I bought it from my mother a few years ago. As a child, I can
remember many, many thing that happen here. It is said to haunted by a family
of 3. A man, woman, and a small little boy. Around 12 years of age. My brother,
sisters, mother and myself have all had their run ins with the family. But one
time stands out more than most. My mom is a single mother. Worked long hours
and to tired to make it though a movie. So one night we were watching a movie
and she feel asleep on the couch and I on the floor. She was awoke by a boy
sitting on her chest holding her down, laughing at her. She could see me on the
floor sleeping but could not move. The windows were closed and the curtians
were moving as if they were being sucked toward her. This lasted for only a
minute or 2 then it was over. She was not asleep and this was not the only time
it had happen. The little boy liked to "pick" on her as she calles
it. She is the original owner of this house. I have many, many storys that I
could share. I belive in ghost 100%. And do belive they are still in this house
with us, and they will never go away. Nor shall I.
By:
Blckcat_Grim_13@hotmail.com
I'm 15 years old (16 on May
10) and I've lived in
*an old UNPLUGGED player
piano suddenly playing by itself in a room where my grandfather had died.
*an old touch lamp that had
belonged to my grandfather turning on and off like a strobe light, then not
wanting to come on, and not wanting to go off.
*pop cans sliding across
stove tops
*footsteps
all the above were some
things I remember, the better ones include:
* when I was 2 I would
always sit in our den talking while no one else was in the room, my parents thought
it was imaginary friends, except I called one "paapaa" and then while
searching through some pictures, I pointed to one of my grandfather Bill, who
had died before I was born, and said he was the man who played with me all the
time.
* another of my "imaginary"
friends was a girl who's name my parents can't remember, my parents thought she
was imaginary too, and just brushed it off; then while my mom and I were at
Fort Boonesborough (sp?) where the stautue that now stands in college park once
was, I backed away and said he was mean and made my friend and her family go
away. My mom thought it was strange, but didn't think on it, until we found a
nameplate at the park that had all the names of original settlers, and the girl
who I always talked about knowing's name was on the board! I was only 2 and
didn't even know about Daniel Boone. My parents still get nervous over it.
*The other huge thing
happened the day we moved, my older brother was down in our basement sweeping
up and getting ready for us to leave. Then he turned to the back of the
basement where we had a crawl space filled with dirt, as he looked back, he saw
the shadow of a man leaning back against the wall of the crawlspace. he ran up
the stairs and promised he would never go back in that house again.
Other things always
happened, stuff moving around, pictures messing up, one picture of myself at 5
years old I was standing beside our xmas tree and my mom took a picture, when
it developed there were two distinctly human shaped forms hovering behind me.
Over the years since the
house had been built, two people had died while my family owned the house, and
at least four had died since the house had been built.
Hope this was interesting
to you.
My Ghost
By:
fireflamefairy_of_2004@yahoo.com
My life has been very
gifted with a sight of seeing the unusually things that just dont happen
everyday. When I was just 13 my family and I moved to a house in
The second appearance
happened to my mother while us kids were at school. She claimed she seen the
black cat again and chased it upstairs and looked in all of our bedrooms for
and never found it. And when she went down stairs, she discover that the
kitchen faucet was on. After that we all started hearing foot steps go from one
end of the house to the other and down the stair case. That when everything
started happening.
My older sister was ill one
night and she claimed that she felt someone put their hand on her forehead and
the place a clod wash cloth there. Of course we didnt believe her until she
said she saw an old woman sitting on the edge of her bed.
After many years of just
hearing the same thing over and over again we got used to it. The about three
years ago my parents got a divorce. And that when I started to get the feeling
that some one was sitting on my bed every night in the same spot. I would just
roll over and tell my self that its just my imagination running wild cause of
sleep. Then one week in May toward the end of school, I was in bed and I
started to get that feeling that someone was sitting on my bed. I just did what
I normally do and rolled over. Next thing I felt a hand just open up against my
back giving me a chill that caused me start shaking. I told my mom about him
and she said had a funny feeling about my room. Then we started seeing a man at
the bottom of our stairways and Always in the corner of my room. And when my
moms boyfriend (ex-boyfriend now) moved in with us, he claimed that he kept
hearing things being knocked of dressers and door being slammed shut up stairs
while he was in the house alone. Then things started to get worst when my
boyfriend (which is now my husband) and I started dating. The slamming became
worst and the foot step sound became louder like it was anger. Then my mom was
able to find out who the guy was that was doing all these thing to our home.
His name was Jason and He lived in
In December of 2003 I
became pregnant with mine and my husbands son. That when thing started to go
real bad. Things in my moms house were being broken and the slamming and
things getting knocked off dresser tops and stuff had increased. My mom feared
for me and my son cause she came to the conclusion that my ghost was very
unhappy about my son and husband. She finally decide it was time for him to
leave. After that my son was born two months early and when we returned home
from the long hospital stay, The house felt like it was normal again. Not the
old feeling of sadness that just hung around all the time. And I never had the
feeling that my ghost was there anymore and It felt safe again for me and my
son. But we still saw the black cat every now and then until I moved out. Then
someone burnt my mother house down.
My Strange Experience
By: csstechno@rogers.com
I left home for a business
trip to
I arrived in
After conducting my
business activities of the afternoon I departed for the hotel.
I didn’t get to the hotel
until approximately
I ordered dinner (room
service) and called home to talk with my wife. After I had completed my conversation
with my wife and hung up the telephone there was a knock at the door and a
member of the kitchen staff delivered my dinner; French Onion soup and Chicken
Amaretto. I ate my supper while watching Daily Planet on the Discovery channel.
At approximately
I drifted off to sleep and
was awoken sometime around
I did not sense (feel) that
the figure was there to do me any harm but was present at the same time as I
felt the moderate to heavy weight attempting to hold me down and pull up the
blankets to smother me. When I finally was able to break free of the force that
was holding me down, I looked back towards where the Wraithe-like figure was
previously located and watched as it slowly dissipated into the darkness of the
room. During this experience I had an unexplainable the feeling that the
Wraithe-like figure was feminine and not masculine. I feel that I was
completely awake at the time this strange experience was taking place due to
being woke up prior to the events described actually occurring and did not go
back to sleep.
The room was abnormally
quiet and still and bathed in the soft green glow of the bedside clock radio. I
did not hear any sound what-so-ever. (Generally you can hear the sounds of the
city coming through the windows as well as the heater fan blowing). I could
hear nothing but a deafening and ominous silence. I could not smell any
discernable odours in the room even though the tray of dinner leftovers was
within four feet of me on the small round table to my left.
I looked all around the
room through the green glow of the clock radio but could see no-one or nothing
other than the furnishings and my personal effects that should have been there.
I immediately began to pray the Our Father and continued for two(2) hours until
The room remained
abnormally quiet for approximately an hour or so when the sounds of the city,
heater fan and the hotel could once again be heard. I could also now smell the
sweet odour of the Amaretto used in the preparation of the chicken dinner. At
this point I did not get back into bed but remained up with the computer
desk-lamp on in the room. I turned on my computer and checked my e-mails,
showered and packed. While performing these early morning activity’s I sensed
that some one or something remained in the room and continued to watch me
giving me an eerie uneasy feeling. I left the room and checked out of the hotel
around
Marks Goodbye
By:
xox_stripped_xox69@hotmail.com
Well lets start off by
saying i am 15 now (2005) this happend about 4 years ago, this has changed my
life forever and I remember it like it was yesterday.
I was hanging out with my
cousin who at the time was 14. We will call him mark. Me and mark were very
close we told each other everything. We had sleepovers and would stay up late
telling each other about our life. We would always end up crying together
because his storys were so horrible that i knew he was hurt deep. I used to go
over there and see his dad hit him, hard. I would just stand there and watch
not believe what was happening before my eyes.. It was horrible
One night well me and him
were sleeping over and his grandmas he told me that he loved me and i was the
only thing that kept him alive this long but he never wanted to go through this
again and he could handle it. He sat me down and gave me a long talk about how
much he valued me and how he would always be there. That night me and him had
our last talks and last shared memories and thoughts.
In the morning my mom came
and got me me and mark said goodbye for the last time. I am truth i think i new
what he was planning but i never told anyone, because i knew i couldnt make him
suffer another round with his dad. That day at chool i got really sick in the
middle of class my whole body hurt as someone had slammed me into a brick wall
over and over. I went to the nurses room and i sat there for awhile and then
out of no where the pain stopped. Then i got called down to the office.. My mom
was crying and told me that mark had jumped out of his grandmas window... My
mom came and got me from school. I remember that day looking at old pictures of
me and him and remembering our last goodbye.. But i never got to say goodbye
completly there was so much i never got to tell him..
About a year later the day
he died i lay quietly sleeping in my room. All of a sudden i felt a cold hand
on my shoulder and i brushed it off and then i herd someone say my name I
turned around to see marks smiling face. I tried to hug time but i went right
through him then i knew i wasnt dreaming... Mark spoke so calmly to me that
night and said I have this night every year to talk but thats it. I wanted to
you know that i love you and will always be with you no matter what im looking
out for you. Me and him spent the whole night talking and in the moring at
exactly
Elderly Ghost
By:
shellyhoffman3@hotmail.com
My name is Shelly Hoffman
and my family of four moved from a home that had a haunting. We only told
family about the strange happenings, such as some kind of oily substance coming
thru the floor, (similar to someone pouring it thru) , lights coming on and off
with no explanation, fans on and off, bells ringing, and my children seeing
a foggy man dancing on the
ceiling(daughter) or walking down the hall ( my son). There were other strange
things as well, too numerous to count.
We were never afraid of the spirit and it seemed like a member of the
family.
When we bought the house it was only ten
years old and no death had occured in the home and the previous owners were the
ones who built it new. At first nothing really happened and then as we lived in
the house more and more strange things would occur, spoons taken out of the
drawers and put on the floor etc. I went next door and finally asked my
neighbor, Jim, who had lived there all his life if anyone had died on the
property. He said, "That was a strange question, but yes a family man had
died of a heart attack in his home. The house was a one story and was bull
dozed after he died by his wife and daughter. They moved away eleven years ago.
We sold the home to an
assisted living person and we are happy knowing that the "ghost" is
among people his own age and that maybe when the new residents pass on they can
help him.
Double Haunting
By: sarah419@comcast.net
I have never been a big
believer in the supernatural but after some pretty recent events I admit I have
changed my mind. It all revolves around a good friend of the family who works
with my father. His name is Steven and he is your typical all around great guy.
About a two years ago,. He and his wife had just become parents and decided
they needed to find a larger home. They came across what they thought was a
perfect find in
For the first three months
or so everything was pretty normal. Then little things began. For instance all
the clothes that came out of the dryer would be buttoned all the way up.
Steve thought his wife was playing tricks.
So one afternoon he placed all his unbuttoned work shirts in the dryer when he
was home alone. Sure enough when he removed them all the buttons were buttoned.
Trying to not be freaked out I guess he tried to ignore this. Soon after his
wife approached him about the footprints. After
some snow had fallen footsteps apeared all over their fenced in yard
though no one had gone outside, as if that was not strange enough they began to
hear footsteps in the house. As odd as these things were they were tame compared
to what happened next.
Christmas arrived and
Steve's two sister-in-laws were staying for the holiday. The evening went
wonderful and around
Steve and his wife began
the discussion of selling the home soon after. They were mostly concerned with
the well being of their baby. His wife who was home most days said she
constantly felt "watched" and "hated" to the point that she
would take the baby out all day to avoid the house. Steve who too felt
something odd about the house wanted to try and stick with it. It had taken
them so long to find a suitable home to begin with. They had quite a few heated
discussions about it until not too long later when something happened that
truly changed Steve's mind.
Steve woke to the sound of
soft singing. Disoriented he strained to find the source of the singing. As it
grew louder he realized the sound was now blaring out of the baby moniter.
Jumping from bed he raced to the room. Finding nothing he lifted the baby for
the crib. His wife now woken met him in the hall. He turned on the light to
examine their child as Steve tried to explain to his wife what had happened.
Upon turning on the light Steve's wife became hysterical. Imprinted on the
baby's forehead was a perfect cross. As if that was not bad enough both Steve
and his wife had one too.
After that night the wife
and child stayed with family until Steve could sell their home. He was told by
an elderly neighbor that a highly religious women had owned the home and had
died in her bedroom. Steve always believed she was "kind" but
something else in the house was not. He wondered if the crosses were her doing
and was meant to protect them. Either way he could no longer live in that
house. As of now no one lives there. Steve had success having it sold but
whoever purchsed it must have had a change of heart.
Comforting Story
By: airguam1@aol.com
I really do love this site!
I have another story to share with ya'll. In April 1998 my grandfather went into
the hospital to have a little fluid drained from around his heart. The doctors
found they needed to do a triple bypass once they got in there and my
grandfather never recovered. For months after his operation he was attached to
tubes and the doctors performed tests on him to try and improve his condition.
The last I saw of him was in July of 98 and he looked to be making a recovery,
at least that is what I thought. My grandfather finally passed away September
3rd with my family surrounding him...except me. My grandfather was a great man
who I loved dearly. He and I were very close (I was his only granddaughter) and
it broke my heart that I couldn't be there when he passed on. The week of his
death was my freshman orientation for college and I couldn't get away. I was
told he waited and waited and was told I would not be able to make it and that
is when he finally let go. I was so devastated when he died because I never got
the chance to say goodbye and tell him how much I really loved him. I flew to
The Basement
By: piceno23@comcast.net
My name is Josh and back in 1994 me and my sister went to my dads
house in
Nightime Voices
By: autumn180@hotmail.com
When I lived at home in my
parents house, I had to be about 17 at the time. I was sleeping in my room one
well morning I had to be around
I have now moved and live
about 25min max from my mother and my husband and I have bought a house from
the 1800's. Though I love the house I feel rather uneasy in it Especially in
the laundry room which is near the stairs (not a good feeling going up the
stairs knowing that room is BEHIND you and creepy. and the kitchen I think part
of the feeling is both doors are glass that come off each room and they open
into the porch..anyhow I get this feeling something not evil but not alive is
in the laundry room...the hallways leading to the kitchen is kinda
uncomfortable too and the bathroom is off the hallway I usually pee with the
door open so i can see whats going on!! I have to say I think I have seen a
woman in a white nightgown kinda like float into the laundry room. I think once
it was a bedroom because its not made for a dryer. I do not feel comfortable in
these rooms nor do I feel threatened...I do make up exscuses for my husband to
accompany me to the bathroom in the middle of the night because I am scared
then I run up the stairs afraid to look behind me. However I have 3 cats and
they never act weird like they are picking up vibes..I also have a 5month old
and I belive children are more intuitive and my son is the happiest boy alive!
So. If my house has company i do not think its evil. I do feel I attract some
kind of vibe though because it doesn't matter where I go I feel precences....
Any input on my first story
would make me feel less alone.
I have a Story
By: Doc_Mario_340@webtv.net
i know it isn't as good as
some of the others but when i was about 5
years of age, i when to the bathroom to use the toilet
and get a drink
of water. When I left the
room, to my surprize, was a tall black figure,
with a friendly bright
white smile. the figure picked me up and swung me
in a playful fashion. the
it put me down and I left to my room and when
right to sleep. I guess it
didn't really scare me then.
Also, about a year ago i
was in 6th grade. I had just woke up from a
disturbing dream. then, to
my surprize, I saw a illuminous bright white
figure run, slowly but run
none the less, into my room and vanish right
before it collided with my
dresser. I then, scare, left my room with my
watch to wake me up for
school, let my room and slept in the living room
with my dad.
ps:i missed the bus
By:
mailto:sunnyorm@yahoo.com
The year was 1972, I was
attending a Baptist college in
Animal Ghosts
By:
shortyblackwell07@insightbb.com
About a year ago, one of our cats (that
lived ouside) was killed by a car
when she wandered out onto
the highway. Since then, there was been a couple of
times when I would wake up
in the middle of the night and feel the cat jump up
onto my bed and curl up by
my legs. I know it was not the live cat who sleeps
in my room because that one
was sharing my pillow with me. Her name was Rora;
she was a very silky black
cat who was not quite a year old when she was
killed. She was a very
loving, friendly cat. I have never been scared by this,
rather, I have felt peaceful
and comforted. I just thought that I would share
this with you, in case you
might want to put it in your "Real Ghost
Experiences" section.
A Week in
By: Japanfreak16@aol.com
My name is Sarah and I'm 13
years old. I've always been sensitive to paranormal existence. One of the
weirdest experiences I've ever had happened about a year ago.
I was going on a week trip
to Ohio with my best friend Courtney, her brother Dylan, and her pop pop (his
name is bill but since he's kind of like my grand father I also call him pop
pop). As we were coming into the area where we were staying at (Courtney's Aunt
Jamie's house) pop pop was telling us about beast man; half beast, half man. He
was said to have long arms that would drag behind him as he walked. I believe
in the paranormal, but this was just too stupid for me to believe. I let the
story brush past. A few days later we driving into town. To get to town you
have to go along a narrow road that over looks a wide river. Along the banks of
the river were large eroded rocks and were forming large caves. I asked pop pop
if he had ever been down there. "Oh yeah!" he replied, "In fact,
remember when I was telling you about beast man? Well, it was said one of those
caves was his home." I rolled my eyes, but his face got serious.
"When I was a kid, a group of my friends and I were playing in that river.
About an hour of playing we decided to rest in a cave, and in the cave we
rested in, we found a dead chicken." This was the first of my beliefs that
beast man, might have been real. The one thing that clued me in though,
happened two days later. Pop pop decided to visit his dad at the hospital,
leaving us at his father's house. Since it was summer Courtney, Dylan and I
were outside talking and goofing off. Down the street was this big beautiful
tree that over shadowed the sidewalk and a fence to a yard. For some reason I
was curious to go look at the tree head on, but waited till night fall to
finally give into my feelings. Dylan refused to come, so Courtney and I walked
over ourselves. As soon as I got under the tree I felt frightened, and Courtney
kept glancing nervously back to the house. What I saw in the yard moments later
made me freeze up. In the yard stood a black figure of, I believe, a man. I
wasn't seeing him head on, it was more of a second sight thing. I knew I could
only see him. His presence was intimidating. Courtney and I ran back towards
the house.
You might think that's
nothing, but as we were riding back towards
The Soul in the Mirror
By: GOM@webtv.net
This is an small addendum
to a story I sent to your sight back in 1998
titled, "The Suicide Haunting",
in group 6.
I'd forgotten the following incident or had
blocked it from conscious
thought until I remembered
it just a few months ago.
Both incidences occurred in
farmhouse. The farmland surrounding this old house had
long been
subdivided into a suburban
housing tract. The short story that I'm
about to relate occurred a
few years prior to the "Suicide Haunting"
story.
At the age of about 12, I
used to babysit frequently in the suburban
housing development in
which I lived. We lived with our
backyard facing
the backyard of the 200
year old farmhouse which now housed the
developer and his
family. I was asked to
"co-babysit" the developer's 8
year old boy with his 11
year old sister. I thought it odd that I
should be asked to babysit
with someone just a year younger than myself
but I was to find out why.
When the adults had left
for the night, I asked the 11 year old girl why
her parents wanted someone
else to babysit with her. She told me
that
she didn't like to be alone
but didn't elaborate why. She seemed to
be
the nervous type and I
gathered that that was the reason.
The house, in addition to
being over 200 years old, was furnished in
heavy, mahogany Victorian
furniture. The place did look a little
creepy with all that heavy,
dark ornate furniture around which seemed so
out of sync with the
relative simplicity of the old farmhouse.
The
eight year boy seemed kind
of nervous too and was really loathe to go to
bed in his small bedroom at
the top of the stairs. He did, however,
go
to bed reluctantly after
much admonishment from the two of us.
We didn't care for what was
on the tube and the two of us spent the
night playing board games
and talking about just about every subject.
I pretty much managed to ignore
the unsettling feeling that this house
gave me and put it down to
the creepy furnishings. The girl gave me
an
impromptu tour of the house
and seemed particularly intent on showing me
the bathroom. She said that she had to do her hair for
tomorrow and
asked for me to keep her
company while she put a few rollers in.
She
said to me that if you
gazed into a mirror long enough, "you would see
the nature of your
soul". We stood there, both
staring into the large
mirror while she did her hair.
As I looked, I saw, standing just over
my right shoulder, a man in
an somewhat ragged, 18th century frock coat.
He seemed to be in his late
forties or early fifties, had almost
shoulder length, dark, greasy dishevelled hair that was thinning on
top. His face was very haggard, white with great
dark circles under his
eyes and deep furrows
alongside his mouth. He looked somewhat
menacing.
I must have looked
scared but when I blinked, he
disappeared from view
although I could still feel
him beside me. The girl said, in an
agitated manner,
"what's the matter, what did you see"? I said
nervously that I'd seen
nothing, not wanting to scare her and thinking
that it must have been
my imagination. "Yes you did, yes you did see
something", she
countered, "I could tell by the
look on your face"! I
continued to deny that I'd
seen anything and I felt the presence leave
me. The girl seemed upset at my denial. She pressed me no further and
finished with her
hair. The rest of the night passed
uneventfully. I
forgot about that
apparition, putting it down to my imagination.
My encounter a few years
later, in that house, would throw a whole new
light on that earlier
experience but that earlier experience lay
repressed in my mind for
many years to come.
My Mothers Townhome and
JACK
By: AnCDANIELS@aol.com
Well, First let me tell you
the history behind the home my mother still lives in today.
In 1996, A man and woman
were both hooked on many drugs and whiskey. One day the woman found out she was
pregnant and that they both needed to stop all the drug use and so on. Well,
neither one of them would they tried but never succeeded, their child was born
1 month early and addicted to crack cocaine, it had a lot of problems, and
always cried. One day the man woke up to find his girlfriend gone and the child
still there. Which the baby was fine for a few hours fine enough for the man to
get drunk in peace. The little baby boy started crying uncontrollably so. The
man was so drunk and messed up on drugs he didn't know what to do so he took
the little child down into the basement and slammed it against the wall till it
stopped crying, after his drunkenness ware off he seen what he had done and
kill himself with a gun in the far corner of the basement. I am sure your
wondering how I know all this, the little elderly lady (my buddy) across the
street has been in her house for sometime, and was there when the landlord
found the bodies.
Well, onto my story.
When we first moved into the home I had never
seen the basement, I am scared of basements and have been for a while, anyway,
the day the gas company was supposed to turn our gas on they never showed up,
and to keep us all warm me, my mom, dad and little brother slept in the living
room (which is directly over the basement) That night I had a dream of a baby,
and a man killing the poor child, and then in my dream it was as if I was in
the basement myself watching it happen and the man looked at me then shot
himself. Now mind you I didn't know the story of the house till the elderly lady
told me. Well, things were OK for a while I had forgotten the dream, until My
niece was old enough to talk.
I was 16 and 1 month
pregnant I baby-sat for my sister for extra money. Well, Emily (my niece) and I
took a little nap. When I awoke Emily was in her walker and at the top of the
stairs of the basement, heading down, I didn't even put her in her walker so I
grabbed her up and took her down to my aunts house 3 doors down from ours and
waited till my sister got off work. As my tummy grew, each night it felt like
someone was pressing on it I wasn't far enough a long for it to be the baby
moving so I figured it was my mind playing tricks on me. Emily sat between me
and my boyfriend (now my hubby) And looked at the closet door in my bedroom and
said "aww pretty baby" so I thought she thought there was a baby in
the crib I had set up for when my own child came. Then all of a sudden the
happy look on her face was gone she turned pale and started screaming "bad
jack, no leave baby alone" and cried for about an hour, I got scared and
took her to my mom where she sat looking at the wall and screaming bloody
murder. Well, I got big around 8 months along so I was clumsy of course and
fell all the time, Well one day as I was walking up the stairs to go to bed I
felt something trip me and fell backwards down the stairs. I made such a loud
noise my mother and boyfriend came running, all I could say was something
tripped me I swear it did, they laughed it off as if I was joking told my to go
up and lie down and I would be fine. The next day I realized I had to wash some
clothes and that meant going into the basement, very uneasy I took my clothes
and began to load the washer, as I checked to see if there was any clothes in
the drier so when my clothes were done I didn't have to take so long and unload
both, well there was and I was folding them for my mother when I heard it. A
voice said to me "He got what he deserved" I dropped everything and
went to run up the stairs when I seen it, standing in the corner was a manly figure
with holes in his jeans black hair and a flannel shirt checkered with black red
and gray, and he was looking at me. I froze and watched the figure come out of
the corner closer and closer I looked at the space between me and the figure
and the stairs afraid I would be to slow to run past it and up the stairs I
stood till I couldn't take it no more and I made a run for it, I seen it move
as I did and it ran up the stairs too, I remember when I shut the door seeing
his dreadful eyes looking at me as if he were mad at me for some odd reason.
More Stories
By: christina_stanford@hotmail.com
This is for all you people
that don't believe in ghosts and spirts. My name is Britney. I am from
My cousin used to stay with
one of her friends a lot on weekends and this house beside them claimed to have
demons in them. Well she said that she was there one day and April had to leave
early that morning to go to work. So she left Shandi there by her self. Well
Shandi's boyfriend was supposto come pick her up. When she was waiting on him
she feel asleep. Then maybe an hour later she was woke up when someone shut the
door. They started saying, "Shandi" over and over. Well she thought
that it was just
Bear Tooth Theater
By: jammin5@acsalaska.net
I was in the bear tooth
yesterday and I was standing in the balcony stairwell because my baby was
crying. I was looking down the stairs then I looked back into the seating area
to watch the movie. When I did I saw the
black figure of a child crouching down and it ran across the doorway. My children were the only children in the
balcony seating and they were in their seats.
There were 5 women in the isle across and a mother and her daughter in
the front row of the balcony. When I
peaked back in to see if it was my children, they were still in their
seats.....
Mothman
By: zeddzilla@yahoo.com
Hey Shadowlord, I'm 16
years old and live in Ventura, Ca with my dad and sister, but from the time I
was born to about 7 I lived on Hambden, Ohio where my dad was born (in
Madison), he's dead now but after reading your site about the mothman I
remembered a story he once told me that is creepy but he told me it with the
utmost seriousness and he would never have lied to me.
Around the same time
(1961-1963) my dad was about 12 years old and living in
what scares me about this
is that it happened around the same time as the sightings of the mothman, and
its in
thanks for reading,
shadowlord. im totally serious about this story my dad told me it when i was a
young boy and he would NEVER make it up. this is 100% truth.