A Few Visitors
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.
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.
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
The old riverview hosptial in
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
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
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
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.
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
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 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
I left home for a business
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 checked inn and was assigned room number 653 in the north tower. After unpacking and settling in I set up my laptop computer and checked my e-mail etc…
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 laid down on the bed to watch more television and fell asleep. I awoke at approximately , got ready for bed and climbed under the covers. I watched another ½ hour of television then shut it and the bedside lamp off.
I drifted off to sleep and was awoken sometime around by what felt like someone or something climbing onto the bottom left corner of the bed and making its way up towards me. I immediately looked in that direction which was illuminated by the soft green glow from the bedside clock radio, but there was nothing there to see. I laid back down and concurrently felt a moderate to heavy weight compress and hold me down and attempt to pull the covers over my head in what I perceived as an attempt to smother me. I fought off the entity with some difficulty and at the same time observed what I will refer to as a Wraithe-like figure, (one who is not of solid body but a flowing dark water-like figure dressed in what appeared to be dark flowing strips of waving rags). This entity was in the process of lying down on the other bed in the room to my right and looking in my direction.
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 . I finally was able to get out of bed at that time and in the dark, walked to and used the washroom.
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 .
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 he said ive got to go home now i love you goodbye and vanished.. Every year on the exact date i wait up and he always comes to talk to me...
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.
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 they all headed to bed. The sister's sharing a bed in an upstairs bedroom. At around Steve and his wife woke to screams. Running to check on his in-laws he and his wife were shocked to see them scratching and punching eachother. When Steve described it to my father he said they looked like "crazed animals" trying to intervene they turned on Steve. Dragging them downstairs their rage stopped as quickly as it started. Neither could remember the fighting or how it had started. It had been so intense however that one of the sisters required 6 stitches across her cheek.
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.
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
My name is Josh and back in 1994 me and my sister went to my dads
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 or so...anyways. To rewind..We built this house ourselves it had to be like a year old maybe two tops..We built it from the ground up we peeled the logs drove the spikes etc. So as I was afraid of the dark and spooky thing (kinda ironic cause I'm wiccan and into it very much..) but I was comfortable with the house being new and no scary background. However it was at the top of a mountain in the middle of nowhere...anyways..I was sleeping in a deep sleep where I was having a nightmare of a little boy in my kindergarden class that I worked in. In the dream I was finding him in a barrel dead, all I could see was his little striped shirt and his hand but I knew it was this particular boy and I was horrified, upon going up to see this boy and pull him from the barrel I woke up with a major start..the thing that woke me was this unnatural voice speaking right in my ear really fast..in some language I cannot even describe I have no clue what it was saying but it didn't feel right it felt dark and scared me sooo much!!! All I can say was it was not human..sounding like maybe a distorted deep voice speaking in something LIKE latin but not.. I have no clue what th was but it was in a whisper and to this day I get all teary eyed and goosbumps thinking about this..I was awakened by this and when it happened I jumped out of bed ran downstairs and went in bed with my mother I stayed awake until then went to sleep when the sun shone...
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
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
The year was 1972, I was
attending a Baptist college in
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
A Week in
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
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"
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
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.
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
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.....
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
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.