By:
Babytedy@aol.com
My family
and I stayed at the Manresa Castle Port Townsend, Wa. We stayed in room 306, where the woman killed
herself. We didn't know before hand all
the creepy things that has happened there.
But a few of our creepy experiences was that at night, the windows were
fogged, and I shut the blinds. NOTHING was on the windows. In the morning when the windows were still
fogged, I opened the blinds to find a pentagram draw on the window. My family and I are all strong Christians,
and would never even think of drawing that as a "joke". Also, in the
middle of the night I woke up to my head board of my bed slamming against the
wall... My sister was sound asleep and didn't hear a thing. My parents in the other room didn't hear it
either. But my grandma (who was on a
roll away bed in the same room as I) heard it and woke up too. We both sat straight up, and I finally said "What
is that?" and it stopped suddenly.
To this day, we don't know what it was. I don't believe in ghosts, but
that was very unexplainable.
By:
BJW@cinci.rr.com
This
3-story, 18 room Victorian (well, Queen Anne) home was built in 1856 for John
Cleves Symmes and his bride-to-be. It
was purchased in the early 1900s by Judge Stanley Struble and his wife. My then-husband and I purchased it in 1972
from the estate of Mrs. Struble, then a widow.
The Judge was instrumental in 1940's
It had
been divided into 2 apartments when we purchased it, and within a few months we
knocked out some walls and restored it to it's original one-family home.
There are
3 small rooms on the 3rd floor... One
overlooks the front yard. The other two
rooms held pictures, documents, legal briefs, etc., from the Judge. Many of his books, files, and notes were also
housed in a Carriage House (outbuilding).
I found them quite fascinating, and wondered if the local Historical
Society would be interested.
Meanwhile,
things kept "appearing" inside the house, mostly in the kitchen. It was my habit to put the breakfast dishes
in hot, soapy water, then drive our sons to pre-school, then come home and do
the dishes. On several occasions, old
kitchen utensils I never had, or knew of, would be in the sink to be
washed. Also, my sons told me they would
see a man looking out the 3rd floor window, watching them as they played. My sons are now 34 and 37, and maintain this
vision. Their description is that of the
Judge.
The house
has a "cold spot," between the kitchen and the dining room, at the
foot of the private stairwell (boarded over when we purchased the home) that
led directly to a 2nd story bedroom - supposedly direct access to the servants'
quarters, also the room of a retarded child.
I do not know if this was a child of Symmes', or Struble's, and we never
got around to opening the stairwell.
What
convinced me this house was haunted? The
exact date eludes me, because this was over 30 years ago, but I was getting
ready to go to my monthly Eastern Star meeting.
I showered and did my hair in the small 2nd story bathroom, went into
the large bedroom to finish dressing, and the Judge's clothing (an aged
tuxedo), had been laid out on the bed.
And I was the only one home.
I will
tell you, I always felt safe in that home.
Sadly, it is now in disrepair, dying...
It's a home crying out for love and attention, I believe. Not a malicious bone (beam?) anywhere.
I honestly
don't believe in ghosts, but I do believe in energy. There was an energy in that home that I can't
put into words. A GOOD energy.
And, on
that note, I thank you for the web site you have developed. It was forwarded to me by a dear friend.
The Ghost
Next Door
By:
rosalia2005lc@aol.com
It all
started when I was 8. I was a really into scary stories and all. I had always
wanted to look at a real ghost. Of course I would tell my friends and family
about this and they would just laugh. I wanted to prove them wrong. So one
bright evening, I decided to go next door to my neighbors house. I had never
known him, but my parents sure did. Every day they came back from his house
they would say "There's something weird about that man." So I
wondered why they said that. That evening, I went over to his house and gave
him a visit. "Hello, my name is Vanessa, I'm the daughter of those people
who come here every week." I said in a nervous voice. "Oh, your their
daughter, well, come in, I have some cookies for you," he said with a
friendly voice and a warm smile. I started talking to him and asked, "How
much time have you been living here?" "A long time now," he
said. I told him I had lived in my house for 4 years. We had a nice talk after
that and soon I left. I didn't see why my parents had said that he was a weird
old man. So they told me. "Because he said that he has lived in this house
since it was built if he's 65, and this house was built in the year 1990, he
would be 12 years old," my mom said. "He's an old man, he
forgets," I said. I talked to the owner of this house, and asked him if a
man named
Drake F.
had been living here since 1990. He said no, the man had moved in the year
1991. He was 54 years old. So I thought it made sense. Then the owner,
Mr.Garcia said, he died at the year 2000. Huh, what, what? I felt scared, it
was the year 2002, and that man still lives next door? I had a really scary
feeling, and then told my parents, of course, they laughed. No one ever
believed me. I went to the old man's house the next day, and knocked, no one
answered. I knocked again, this time, I felt a tap on my back, I screamed and
turned around, It was Drake. "Hello, what are you doing here so
early?" Drake asked. "I came here to talk to you," I said. I
told him about what the owner of the house had said, he laughed, and told me that
was not true. I left with a frown, and went to talk to the owner. I told him
that Drake was still alive, and he said, "Odd, that man died in his house
and his family buried him." I got really scared, but decided not to tell
anyone else. That same night, I saw the man's ghost. I screamed and, then told
him, get out, I don't need you here, please, get out. He disappeared, and I
never saw him again.
Atco
Mulitplex
By:
littlelitajr@yahoo.com
i am an
employee at the atco multiplex i am an usher so we have to clean house 12 alot.
i am sure you heard that a man killed his girl friend then him self at the
multiplex. well it was a few weeks that i was working there of november last
year (i still do work there til this day) well i was telling my friend brendon
about the story and we were doing theater checks and checking the temperature
well we noticed that is was really cold at the top of the theatre and when we
walked down there was not thermoneter there and at the bottom of house 12 it
was really warm the temperature dropped. another night in a month or so there i
was working alone in the theatre 12
waiting for adam and gabbie to come in well at that time i was know my
amanda and no one knew that i went by the name amy.
well i
heard someone say "amy" and no one was in the room with me i looked
up and i swear that i saw a man where the cameras were. i dont know if i was in
a day dream but when i looked down then looked back up but he was not there i
dont go in house 12 around 11:00 at night to hear the noises or any thing else
because the only people that are left are the managers and cleaners for 11:00.
and they wont talk about the ghost to people. but it is a real plesant place
its only in house 10 and 9 where you exit are the scary places cause when you
exit to go to your car through the theatre. its all darkness behind there. well
thank you for listening to my story
By:
macdar@bigpond.com.au
Hi a few
stories from
I come
from a spiritual family who seem to have much contact with the spiritual world.
My grandma
continually reported that she was visited by a young girl aged 6 for many
years. The girl would disappear when you drew closer. She would appear
regularly and never made you feel frightened. Others reported seeing her from
time to time. My grandmother always believed it was the ghost of her deceased
child Thelma who died about that age from food poisoning.
About a
week before my grandmother died she told everyone that she had been visited by
the little girl in the white dress and it was her youngest sister who died at a
young age. This time the girl had said everything will be fine. My grandmother
died suddenly in her sleep a week later. The young girl has not been seen
since.
When I was
preparing for the seminary I lived in a house which was a former convent. After
a few months there we could tell it had a history beyond being a convent. Often
we would be all sitting watching tv when we would hear light switches being
turned on and off. Sometimes the lights were on, sometimes not. Often during
the middle of the night we would hear what sounded like someone walking across
the roof but if you went outside to look there was no one there. Another
experience was someone was lying in bed when the bed went down as if someone
was sitting on the bed. The room became misty and my friend spoke to the spirit
and told them we would help. Finally the house had a verandah and often you
would hear the sound of someone walking it but there was no one there when you
looked.
We called
a priest who deals in exorcisms and psychic phenomenon who advised us to
research the history of the place. The house had a very checked past. It was
originally owned and built by a very stern man who had two daughters who never
married. The house then became a convent where it was used as a house for
unmarried mothers. Many children had also died on the premises. It appeared
that the noises were consistent with childlike behaviour switching lights off
and on even walking across the roof.
We followed
the Catholic ritual named the persons and invited then to move on….they did.
There are
also evil experiences. My parents house became very cold after the death of my
grandmother. The front room was the coldest and had a smell of roses. My mother
always thought it was the spirit of her father as he had a great love of roses.
We called in a friend who was a priest who dealt with spiritual matters.
He asked
whether any séances, Ouji boards or anything had occurred in the house. They
had not and the house was not that old. My mother remembered some strange cards
she had seen when packing up my grandmother’s things. She went to get them from
under the house to discover they were missing from the place she last saw them.
What she found in there place was a empty packet with burn marks. After our
priest friend left we searched for these cards.
After some
time the cards were found they were Tarot cards found among my mother’s
personal items. How they got there we still do not understand as no one had
been under the house since moving my grandmother’s items. Out of fear we
decided to burn these cards. We lit a fire grabbed some BBQ tongs and put each
card on the fire. The frightening part was everytime we would place a card on
the fire with the tongs a large blue flame would try to reach our arm. We
prayed the Our Father throughtout this time and prayed for God’s protection.
Within a
few weeks the house was warm again…..
Be careful
of the evil side of the spiritual world…..it does exist.
The Man in
the Corner
By:
crazykid13_91@hotmail.com
I've told
this story numerous times, and every time i tell it i get this
really bad
feeling, like i should keep my mouth shut. But i really need to
tell it,
it freaks me out really bad and im desperate as to what i'm seeing.
when i was
in 8th grade (i'm now a senior in high school) i saw this "thing"
in my
room. it was halloween and my parents wouldn't let me go
trick-or-treating.
so, as any kid my age would do, i got pissed off and
stormed up
to my room. i layed on my bed and started tossing a ball up into
the air.
about an hour later i had calmed down (yes i know, i need anger
management)
but as i felt better, i accidently threw the ball too hard and
hit the
ceiling. it bounced off and rolled over to the corner. i flipped
over onto
my stomach and looked to see where the ball had gone. instead of
seeing my
ball, there was a man facing the corner of my room. he looked like
he might
of been homeless...but there was just something off about him. i
couldn't
see his face...he wouldn't turn around. this freaked me out more
than
anything, and i let it be known. i screamed and as i backed away the
apparitiion
dissapeared. i didn't see him again until two years later. i was
talking on
the phone with my then girlfriend. my cousin was fast asleep on
my floor
seeing as it was about 2 in the morning. i was talkin with my gf
when i
just happened to look out the window, and to my horror and
astonishment
there he was again, IN my window. still with his back to me. i
hung up
the phone and yelled at my cousin to wake up, he stirred and saw
just what
i did. at this point i should clarify...seeing a guy in your
window is
scary enough, but when your bedroom is on the second floor, it
tends to
be worse. so me and my cousin bolted downstairs and stayed in the
living
room the rest of the night. nothing happened again until two years
later,
which was two weeks ago. im talking to my gf now (yes i know it
sounds
bad, but it was two years ago with that other chick) and again im
laying on
my bed with my arm outstretched. i suddenly feel this hot breath
on my arm
and i start panicking as i hear footsteps go towards the foot of
my bed. i
tell my gf i'll call her back, and hang up promptly. i closed my
eyes and
prayed the damned thing would go away. i never felt anything, and
was so
freaked out i took some tylenol pm so i could sleep. that night i
dreamt. i
dreamt that i could see my body in my own bed, but i wasn't alone
in my
room. a man came into my room, completly concealed in shadow. he made
his way to
my bed and slowly started to reach out for me...i immediatly woke
up. but
even as i did, i could still see him. i jumped outta bed and grabbed
my
baseball bat. i started swinging at the area he was in, but hit nothing
but air. i
did, however, manage to break my lamp and a little bit of my
window.
but he was still there, up until i turned on my main light. like
that he
was gone. this happened two weeks ago and im scared that this will
continue
to get worse. if anyone has had a similar thing happen to them, by
all means
feel free to email me.
Monrovia -
Movie Theatre
By:
julius@juliuswright.com
From 1988
- 1991 I was an Assistant Manager for Mann Theaters. In 2000, this theatre was torn down and now a
Bed, Bath & Beyond is in it's place.
I personally don't know if that store is experiencing any problems, but
there were problems from the movie theatre.
When I go inside the store, I do feel weird sensations about
"something" still being there.
I wanted to ask the employees if they've experienced anything, but
haven't had the guts to do it.
Last year
I sent you an email explaining this, and I still haven't seen anything on your
website so I thought I would mention it again.
These are my personal experiences which other employees also have
experienced.
Most of
the activity was located in the projection booth. However, the haunting are believed to come
from theatre 5 where it was said a person had a heart attack and died while
watching a movie. In that theatre, while
employees were cleaning between shows, we would hear the seats squeak as if
someone was sitting down or standing up, hear loud noises out side of the exit
doors only for the noise to stop as we are opening the door to find nothing
outside.
In the
booth, I have looked several time up to the booth from any of the theatres to
see a silhouette of a person starring down at me through the port hole, knowing
that I'm the only one with a key and the projectionists for that day. I have been up there several times (as well
as with others) to see a person run across the booth out of the corner of our
eyes only to find no one there. I have
had footsteps walk right up behind me (I was thinking someone was trying to
sneak up on me), I would turn around and no one would be there. A movie reel has rolled across the floor and
stop in the middle of the hallway.
The thing
that freaked me out the most was when I was looking out a port hole from inside
the booth (cold air from the theatre will rush in like a fan blowing in your
face), a brush of hot air overpowered the air coming in and went out the port
hole. About 5 seconds later the air from
the theatre starting blowing in again.
We (myself
and other employees) were used to things happening all of the time. We also tried using a Ougie board in theatre
5 and it freaked out. It was going
nuts. We stopped and went back out into
the main lobby.
No one
ever knew for sure who the ghost was.
Maybe I
can Add To It
By:
ifeweknew@yahoo.com
I have
several stories...
some are Indian
Tales, that I have seen with my own two eyes...
some are stories I have heard from my best friend.
there is a
great one that my daughter experienced.
if you
think I may have something to help email me back...
* the
experience my daughter had was an odd church that she had skipped first hour to
go see. It was broad daylight out but
you still could not see inside the church.
Upon opening the door of the church you could here children laughing,
eerily... yet no one was inside the church.
The church was dark inside, no light shined through the windows... my
daughter of course ran back to the car and her friends told her that the one
who opens the door must be the one to close it.
It is a church that all the local people fear to go in... due to the stories
the elders have told....
*I myself
have seen floating orbs... these are shapeshifters, the elders will tell
you. They float up and down the road
between two rows of Indian homes. The
story behind the orbs is that they are Kolons... shapeshifters. They take the lives of those who do bad
medicine to others. I use to have a tape
on them but loaned it out and never got it back... I possibly could get
another.
I have
more but see what you may be interested in and let me know... by the way I love
your website and visit it often....
Little
Girl Lost
By:
Anonymous
Well im
going to leave my name blank but the only thing that ive ever seen (aside from
a few flashes of light and some flying spheres) is a little girl whom used to
climb my steps. This might sound insane, but i didnt belive it untill i seen it
during the day time with people up and walking in my house (my family) i seen
something move (at this time i thought that i was just seeing things) i went to
look (being that i have no door on my room i have a curtan type thing) i looked
through one of the cracks in it. i thought that i had seen somthing down the
stairs and focused my eyes out to look then i realized it was right infront of
me, when i focused in i could see her with extreem deital. I was frozen with
fear i could see she was waring a white dress that was soaked in some pink
fluid other than that she looked normal then she faded away. Ive never seen her
again and dont want to. I dont know what it was and dont much care just want to
be left alone by it.
Unusual
Experience
By:
Huckleberry151@aol.com
My family
owns several acres of land in Benzie County, Michigan. Our land is adjacent to an ancient cemetery,
with grave stones dating back to the 1800's.
If you walk through the woods you will come upon the cemetery.
One night,
when I was about 12 years old, my sister and I went to bed in the pop-up camper
we were camping in. My parents were
still sitting out by the campfire, which was about 10 feet away from the
camper. I fell asleep easily enough, but
was soon awoken by foot steps circling the camper. I called out for my mom and dad, but no one
answered. The footsteps kept going
around and around and around the camper.
I searched for a flashlight, but couldn't find one, so I just kept
calling out for my dad. Eventually, I
fell asleep uneasily to the sound of footsteps continuously going around the
camper.
The next
morning, my sister told me about waking up and seeing a woman looking at her,
very close to her face. The woman was
pale, with stringy black hair hanging down.
She looked very sad. I assume
this woman that my sister saw had some connection with the footsteps I heard,
but I don't know. However, this was not
the first nor the last unusual thing to occur here.
The Haunted
SP Railroad Dump at Grosse Tete, Louisiana
By:
margiethompson@hotmail.com
Please
publish this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It happend to my husband and I when we in High
School at Shady Grove High in Rosedale
Louisiana. Rumor had it that if you went down the gravel
road which led into the SP swamp many miles, after you
went over
the railroad tracks, you would come to a large iron
gate. You would have to get out of your car to open
the gate and drive into the swamp. THE
railroad was deserted by
that time,
but a conductor had been decapitated by the train
which was
coupling its cars at the time. There is
a light at
the end of
the swamp road as far as you can see. This is supposed to be the conductor
trying to find his head.
It is a
large orb which grows larger and more orange as it
approaches
your car. My husband and I saw it, and
our car
was parked
on the other side of the gate. We were
walking down the road. When the light
came toward us we turned and ran and climbed over the gate, I will never forget the terror of that
night. We reached our car, turned around
and
sqealed
tires getting out of there. We did not
go back our whole Sr. year.
Old House
Located in Sheboygan, Wisconsin.
By:
mae@taego.com
1993-94
When
living in this house my husband received a gift from his parents. The gift was an old Railroad Pocket Watch
that belonged to his grandfather. The
watch hadn’t worked for years and was never set. My husband placed the watch on a shelf in the
bedroom. One afternoon, the watch began
ticking, and kept perfect time for the rest of the time we lived in the
house. In 1994 we moved out of state,
and the watch hasn’t run since.
New York
House
By:
ted@scccinternet.com
IN 1973 I BOUGHT A HOUSE IN TRUMANSBURG N.Y.
IT IS LOCATED AT 69 CAYUGA ST. WHEN WE
FIRST MOVED IN IT WAS QUIET. THEN THE NOISES STARTED. GLASS BRAKING IN THE
BASEMENT. WHEN SEARCHED FOR THE BROKEN GLASS NONE COULD BE FOUND. THE HOUSE IS A DUPLEX SET UP IN A MIRROR
SETTING. THAT IS, IT
IS THE
SAME ON BOTH SIDES. AS TIME WENT ON WE RENTED THE OTHER HALF THAT WE DID NOT
LIVE IN . THE TENETS HAD TWO SMALL CHILDREN THAT SHARED THE SMALL BEDROOM UPSTAIRS. THE YOUNG
BOY THAT WAS ABOUT THREE AT THE TIME WOULD GET UP AT NIGHT AND SPREAD ALL OF
HIS COLORING BOOKS OUT ON THE BED. HE WOULD POINT TO HIS COLORING BOOKS AND
TALK OVER HIS SHOULDER AS TO LOOK IN THE CLOSET. THIS WENT ON FOR A FEW NIGHTS
UNTIL HIS MOTHER ASKED HIM WHAT HE WAS DOING . HE TOLD HIS MOTHER THAT HE WAS
SHOWING JULIE HIS BOOKS. WHEN HIS MOTHER ASKED HIM WHO JULIE WAS, HE SAID YOU
KNOW MOMMY SHE IS THE LADY THAT LIVES IN THE CLOSET. AFTER SOME INVESTIGATION WE FOUND OUT
THAT THERE WAS A LADY THAT WAS AN ARTIST
THAT DIED IN THE HOUSE OF NATURAL
CAUSES.. IN THE HALF THAT WE LIVED IN WE WOULD HEAR LOUD FOOT STEPS IN THE
BEDROOM THAT WOULD GO INTO THE CLOSET.
OUR SMALL DOG WOULD CHASE THEM ALL THE WAY ACROSS THE ROOM. WE SOLD THE HOUSE
IN 1977. WE HAVE NOT HEARD FROM THE NEW OWNERS AS TO WHAT THEY MAY HAVE GONE
THROUGH WHEN LIVING THERE..
Dreams
By:
Anonymous
I was a
young teenager when this event took place. Several months prior to the
"dreams" our family had been misplaced. We were basically homeless
and living with a less than favored aunt. It was while looking at residences
that I had the chance to see the inside of a home that, for years had been a
curiosity to me. As a child my school bus would pass by this home twice a day.
Every morning and afternoon, I would crane my neck to stare at the stately home
atop the hill. I knew that it was a very old home but not much beyond that. To
me, it was the most beautiful and scary place I had seen and the desire to go
inside of it grew greater as the years passed by.
On the
morning in question, my family and I had appointments with the realtor to see
several homes through out the county. This house of my curiosity was to be our
first stop. I could not wait. As we drove up the drive, I was a bit
disheartened to see that a cousin and uncle were at the home waiting on us.
This cousin in particular was a few years older than I and in my opinion of
very low moral character. We had nothing in common other than blood as far as I
was concerned.
Despite my
earlier apprehension, she was quite respectful and the home was beyond what I
had imagined it to be. This cousin and I gawked our way through the home taking
in each room as if it were a first breath. It was wonderful. The home was so
sensibly laid out and the rooms were so warm, I felt like I was home. My cousin
had mentioned that the house "clicked" for her though I found that to
be a bit surprising given its detail to taste and her lack there of. As for me,
it felt like home and was everything I had dreamed that my future home would
be. I hated to leave and remember longing to go back in as we were driving down
the drive way to the other homes on our schedule.
That
night, my family and I were heatedly discussing our options. My father and I
were sold on the first house while my mother hated it. My younger siblings did
not seem to care one way or the other. After many hours of discussing and
citing the positives and negatives of all the homes we had seen, I retired to
bed. That night, I had the most horrific and vivid nightmare that I ever
remembered. It was about the home and had my cousin in it. We were in what I
would consider "period" clothing dating back to the late 1800's. I
will not go into all of the details other than to say I witnessed a death in my
dream that was so real, I awoke to my own screams and tears. Several days
passed and each night, the dream returned just as vivid and horrifying as the
night before. On Sunday, as the family gathered for Sunday dinner, I saw my
cousin sitting alone under a large oak tree. She looked very haggard and I
approached her. Now she and I had never been close and truth be told, friendly
would not be an apt description either. But still, I approached her and asked
her what was wrong. She began telling me of this horrible nightmare that was
haunting her and I sat in stunned silence as she recalled detail for detail the
same nightmare that was haunting me.
Since
then, she and I have had the same dreams on several occasions. And though I
still find her to be of low moral character, we have established quite a bond
thanks to the nightmares that we often experience on the same nights with the
exact same details.
The Pacer
By:
wbarrett13@cfl.rr.com
English
Park Condominiums #107 was *my* first place.
There were quite a few creaks and noises that I noticed from my first
day, but I accepted them and grew accustomed to them, never thinking of them as
any more than “condo noises.” However,
the first visitor (or resident) I noticed in my new home was a man I believed
to be my paternal grandfather. He would
stand in my bedroom doorway while I or my friends were in the living room. I thought it was my imagination until other
people started pointing him out, the first person being my friend, Rachael.
Rachael
was also the first person to point out “The Pacer.” While watching TV on night, she said in a
very startled voice, “Wendy, someone just walked through your kitchen!” I looked into my kitchen (the doorway and
pass-through making the whole kitchen visible) and saw nothing. Usually, I am very sensitive to other
presences, and I didn’t even feel anything.
I told her she was crazy, and to lay off of whatever she was on. But, a few nights later, at around 10:30pm, I
saw a man pace once through my small kitchen.
He almost seemed like he was in a hurry, or a panic, or simply really
worried about something. He had an
urgent air about him. Shocked, I called
Rachael and told her I saw him.
A few
weeks after that, a similar thing happened.
Rachael and I were sitting in my living room watching TV (with Grandpa
looking on), when Rachael exclaimed that a cat had just ran through my living
room. Slightly annoyed, I told her I
don’t have a cat. And, I didn’t believe
her when she tried to explain the “ghost cat.”
Actually,
it was quite a few months before I saw it.
It appeared under my foot as I was walking into the living room, and I
almost fell trying to avoid it. It ran
off down the hall. I figured I was
losing it.
About a
year and a half later, my fiancé moved in with me. I never mentioned any of this to him in fear
he would have me committed. But, he soon
learned for himself. On the third night
that he officially lived with me, he was awoken in the middle of the night by a
feeling that he couldn’t breathe. He
said there was a man standing at the foot of the bed, on my side. Without making a sound, the man seemed to
warn him from doing me any harm. Once my
fiancé silently assured him no harm would come to me, the man seemed to give
him a warm, accepting feeling, and then was gone. My fiancé immediately woke me up and told me
about what had just happened. I calmed
him down and told him the man was just my grandfather trying to look out for
me, as he had all the time I had lived there.
Half jokingly, he asked if there were any other spirits in the home he
should know about, so I told him about “The Pacer” and “ghost cat.” I didn’t get into details, I figured that
could wait.
Evidently,
I waited too long. I was making
rice-krispy treats one night, a few months later, while Jon (my fiancé) was on
the computer. The computer desk was in
the living room, next to the hallway, and facing the bedroom door. I could see Jon from the kitchen through the
pass-through. While I was stirring the
marshmallows, I saw Jon look over, into the bedroom with a concerned look on
his face, and rush into the bedroom.
Curious, I went over to see what he was doing. When I looked into the bedroom from the
doorway, I just saw Jon appear to be looking for something. Unconcerned, I went back into the kitchen. A few moments later, Jon came out and asked,
“Did you see that?” “Did I see
what?” I asked. “Someone just walked through the
bedroom!” he said. “Oh, it’s just ‘The Pacer.’” I told him.
Now, Jon was very concerned. He
didn’t understand what the heck was going on.
“I told you about him, remember?”
I asked. “Yeah,” he replied “but
I didn’t believe you!” That’s about the
time I realized that just before “The Pacer” would make his brief appearance, a
high-pitched whistle could be heard throughout the condo through the AC
vents. This would always occur around
10:30pm on the nights I was there (I worked part-time at night). I never was able to figure out why he paced,
what he was waiting for. Clearly, he was
distressed by something, but never bothered anyone else.
If you
have any questions or comments for me, or would like to hear about “Arthur”, please
feel free to drop me a line. I feel I’m
pretty lucky to have had these experiences.
Hauntings
in DE
By:
Kree1118@aol.com
At a
personal residence in Chelsea Estates, across from the National Guard off of
rt. 141, there is an older man and two little girls who haunt the house. The man is only seen to be "half of a
body" and wears a black suit. The
two little girls are between the ages of 6-10.
One of the little girls has shoulder length, light curly hair, and wears
a light colored nightgown/dress. The
little girls are usually heard laughing, singing, and playing in the
hallway. They also like to randomly turn
on a radio in the kitchen. They are nice
ghosts, moe protectors than anything, but at the same time very creepy! My husband and I were good friends with the
couple that used to live there. They
have since been divorced and have moved, but they say that the ghosts moved
with them when they lived in an apartment in Middletown, DE. The ghosts made their "residence"
with them in Chelsea. Although, the
adults can only hear the little girls, the little girl, who is the daughter of
the couple who lived there, had an imaginary friend.....one of the ghosts! She would talk to her and tell her mother
what the ghost said! She could also see
the ghosts! As a personal experience, my
husband and I babysat the couple's daughter, she was 8 at the time, and the
couple's son, he was 5 at the time. We
babysat for a weekend while the couple was away at a fireman's convention, just
so happens that both were members of Christiana Fire Co. mostly working out of Station 3 (the one
mentioned as haunted). The first night
we stayed we had no problems. Saturday,
day, the daughter and I had to go back to the house because she needed a
jacket, we were at a high school football game.
When we entered the house, the kitchen radio was on, and the Barbie car
the daughter was playing with earlier in the morning had a radio that was also
on. Neither one of these items were on
when we left the house earlier that day!
In fact, the radio station that was on the Barbie car was a local pop
station when the daughter was playing with it earlier in the morning. When we returned to get the jacket, the radio
station was a local television station that broadcasts in the very low FM
numbers. No big deal, we turned them off
not knowing of the possiblity of "hauntings" in the house. Much later that night, while the kids were
asleep and my husband and I were asleep in the couple's bedroom, things got
REALLY weird. I usually have to sleep
with covers, but for some reason that night my husband and I fell asleep on top
of the covers. All we had to cover up
the two of us was a small throw blanket, but all night long I had a strange
sensation, like someone was looking over me, keeping my uncovered back
warm. My side of the bed was closest to
the door (the rooms in Chelsea are not very big at all), and my husband was
facing the wall that faces Rt. 141. Sometime
around
After the
Birth of my Child
By:pennym@brtc.net
This
happened when right after I had my son. I had been working and was going to
come home. I didn't have a car and my
mom had to come and bring me home. It
was about
By:
Anonymous
The
Wentworth Hotel has had several guests and staff spooked over the years. Guests
hav seen a farmer in the old Wildwood building, which is empty now. In the inn,
when I first started, I went to the attic late at night to get printer paper
for the night audit. The only other person in the inn was the night watchman,
who was washing dishes. While I was up
in the attic, a man asked me what I was looking for. I trned, thinking it was
the night watchman and I was alone. I ran all the way downstairs and out the
kithen door only to bump into the night watchman. He listened to me and agreed
it was a ghost. A few times he and I would be the only ones there and we would
hear strange noises, or sense someone else there. The last time I experienced
something strange, I saw a coworker walking along Wildwood and I got out of my
car and tried to sneak up behind him. When I rounded the corner, there was no
one there!
I work
days now. It is not for this reason but I am still glad that someone else can
enjoy the ghosts.I would prefer not to list my name, as I still work there and
I don't want to scare the new staf
in case
they haven't seen anything.
By:
ksenior@kdis.net
I live and
work in
center and
I tell you there are ghost here, You can hear
laughter,
people walking or dropping pot and pan. One of our
cooks came
in real early to do some baking for our craft fair
and was so
spooked she called her husband to come down , said
she would
never be a lone in here again. She went outside to
wait she
would not stay in here. Sometime when I
am here
working the late shift I feel a presence and I have never
been spooked , it usually just sounds. Never
have saw anything.
Indian
burial ground and satanistic church in
By: DumbBlonde1223@aol.com
My name is
Jessica Rayley and I am now 18 years old.
When I was about 8 years old, I lived on
Happenings in My Life
By:
Jay.Fowler@analog.com
I am
originally from
miles
North of Evansville. When I was 3 1/2 years old my family moved
from the
small town of
and
younger brothers and myself were basically raised in. For years many
strange
things have happened in this house I would like to detail a few
of them
and a personal experience in which my life was saved by a ghost.
My older
brother John was 7 years older than myself. When he was 16
years old
which would be 1973 in the summer he had an account of
something
out of the ordinary. He stayed up late one night watching TV.
When he
went to bed his bed was downstairs off of the main living room
in the
back corner of the house. He said that he was just dozing off
when he
could hear what sounded like labored breathing from all around
the room
(as if the walls were breathing). He said at first it was
fairly
faint and he discarded it as the wind blowing (The house was
built in
1929 and is drafty). What made him realize that it wasn't the
wind was
that it never lost cadence as if someone was struggling to
breath in
then breathing out. After about 5 minutes the breathing
increased
in volume and continued to increase until my brother was so
afraid
that he ran upstairs to my Mom and Dad's room and slept in a
chair
until the next morning where my Mom awoke to see him. She said he
was ashen
white and told her once about what happened and never
mentioned
another word about it until I was leaving to join the service.
It was
only at this time that he asked me if anything strange had
happened
to me during my life in the house. I relayed my stories and he
told me
that he had researched it and the original owner had a daughter
that died
from Pneumonia in that very back bedroom in 1934.
Over the
years our whole family did move around to various rooms in the
house as
our bedrooms. The upstairs has an attic which adjoins to one
bedroom
(originally my Mom and Dad's and mine for a short time). A
smaller
bedroom off to the side of that (originally my younger brother
and I
shared that.) A hall off of the master bedroom with a staircase to
the
downstairs level. When we were young and went to bed upstairs almost
every
night you could here the creaking pattern of the stairs as if
someone
was coming up and going down the stairs and no one was there.
About 1974
my Father made an in-law apartment out of the basement for my
Grandmother
on my mother's side. She stayed with us for a couple of
years
until our elderly neighbor passed away and my father bought the
house next
door and my grandmother moved in there. After that my Dad and
Mom
decided that we would make the basement our living area during the
hot
summers to save on electric costs. From 1976 until I left home in
1985 you
could sit in the basement and hear footsteps go across the
house and
you knew no one was up there. During this time also if you
went
upstairs it would not be unusual for lights that were off earlier
to be on.
In 1981
When my brother moved out for the last time I took the front
bedroom in
what I will now call the regular downstairs (not the
basement). In 1983 I had been dating a girl for about a
year and a
half. We
were quite serious. We had pictures taken of just the 2 of us
and I had
just put a 5x7 framed on my night stand. Anyway I came home
that night
from her place and after watching some TV I went to bed.
During the
night I slept sporadically feeling uneasy as if someone was
watching
me. Now I've had this feeling before in the house and had just
learned to
live with it. When I did get up the next morning my new
picture
was laying face down and the glass was cracked (not shattered
down the
length of my girlfriends body and face in the picture). Yet I
didn't
hear anyone come into my room during the night and the nightstand
was on the
opposite side from any window in the room.
This last
incident did not happen in the family home. February 1993 my
mother
passed away from complications from open heart surgery. This was
a very
long ordeal which started in December of 1992. She was in
intensive
care for 6 weeks at times in a drug induced coma due to her
emphysema
and not be able to get her off the ventilator. I spent 4 weeks
of
emergency leave there with my Dad on a 24/7 vigil. My mother started
getting
better and I went back to
2 weeks
later she had been taken out of intensive care and was put into
a
rehabilitation center to help strengthen her lungs to get off the
ventilator.
We payed a short visit in early February. That was the last
time I saw
her alive. One week later she died suddenly. It came as a
total
shock. We went home and mourned her death. Especially myself (my
mother and
I were very close). A couple of days after the funeral my
older
brother convinced me to go ice fish with him. This had been an
extremely
cold year and my brother new a farm pond where we could make a
haul of
bluegill. It did make me feel better to be out in the country.
My brother
and I tied off a rope to each other and to a tree onshore
just in
case. After about an hour at my hole and my brother about 50 or
60 feet away
I notice water pooling around my hole and the bucket I was
sitting
on. I knew this was a bad sign. I carefully got up and took 2
steps and
the next thing I knew water was over my head. I went through,
my brother
panicked and so did I. I was in 4 layers of clothes including
insulated
coverall and insulated boots so I was just about as buoyant as
a rock. I
scrambled and grabbed the edge of the ice but every time I
would try
to pull myself up the ice would break. It wasn't looking good.
Then I
could hear my Mom's voice saying it was ok it wasn't my time yet.
It felt as
if 2 hands were under me holding me up. I became very calm
and told
my brother who by this time had manage to anchor himself with
his foot
in his hole to pull the rope and slide me out which he did. We
quickly
got off the pond and got me into his truck to keep hypothermia
from being
any worse. On the way home he said that military training had
served me
well being so calm. I told him it wasn't the military but that
Mom was
with me and told me it was going to be ok. He looked at me and
just
quietly said that's funny she told me to put my foot in the hole so
I could
pull you out.
I now live
in
A Haunting
in
By: joemike22@yahoo.com
Strange
things are still occurring here at the house on
Jims
bedroom light pops on by itself, plus his blinds have opened up by themselves.
then the other night we had friends over and the door to the middle bedroom
unlatched and opened, when we investigated the door was still locked ! And then
the other day we were doing some cleaning, I was in the front room which is our
parlour, and Jim was cleaning the kitchen, our other roommate was cleaning the
back bathroom, which is off from the Kitchen, when she screamed and came
running out of the bathroom, we calmed her down and she told us what happened,
it sounded like a womans voice, she said " What are you doing?"
Marissa
saw a woman standing near the door , thats when she screamed and ran from the
room. she was the same one seen by Jim in the mirror, with the 1930's style
clothing.
We all
left the house for a couple of hours and calmed down. So I decided to
investigate what really happened here at the
Kansas
Home
By:
JennH201@aol.com
When I was
about 10 years old my family rented a house in Oskaloosa, Ks. This is a small town that has a population
of about 1074. We moved in the summer of
1992 or '93. Oskaloosa has a lake and this is where I would spend most of my
days fishing mostly because I did not like spending time in the house that my
family had moved to because it was haunted.
It was haunted by an older man that only I could see. The first time I noticed that something
strange was going on was when I was laying in my bed trying to go to
sleep. I thought I saw my dad look into
my bedroom than he just went back out without saying anything. I thought it was weird so I opened my door
and asked him what he wanted (the only way to get to my bedrroom was through my
parents room.) My dad said that he had not come into my room and told me to go
back to bed. I didn't really know what
was going on but I soon found out.
Another night not long after, I was laying in my bed again trying to go
to sleep when I heard a man's voice say "Get out" when I looked up I saw an angry old man at the
foot of my bed. I was very scared after
this happened and I kept telling my parents about the man that I saw but no one
else in my family could ever see what I could.
Then one day my mom, sister, brother, and I were in the livingroom
watching TV when I saw the man going
toward my brother. I yelled at my mom
and told her that I saw the man going toward my brother and I knew that he was
going to hurt him. When I saw the man
get to my brother my brother stared yelling that his back was hurting but still
no one else could see what I saw. My mom
went over to my brother and more to humor me than anything she put out her hand
to smack the invisible hands away from my brother, but she was shocked when she
felt her hand hit something that she could not see. After that she told as all to get into the
car when we were all in the car getting ready to drive off I saw the old man
circling the house. We moved shortly
after that last event and I have not ever had the desire to go back.
THE THREE
LITTLE DEVILS
By:
chinarider@postmaster.co.uk
This
incident (actually, a few incidents that are blended together in my memory) has
been on my mind constantly since the time it happened—when I couldn’t have been
older than six. I am now thirty and this
is the first time I’ve written about it.
I remember
a lot of nightmares from my childhood, but these experiences were distinctly
different from a dream. I know because
the sense of panic I get in nightmares always wakes me up, but in these
experiences I had nowhere to escape and had to endure every moment of terror in
full wakefulness.
The
activity seemed to be centered around the fireplace in the living room of my
childhood home. The echoing clank of
metal in the dark—like sounds from a boiler room or workshop—has always been a
“cue” for me that something ominous is about to happen. That’s how a lot of my nightmares began, as
well as my waking experiences with the “three little devils,” as I call them.
I remember
lying on the living room couch, directly across from the fireplace. I heard that signature echoing metallic clank
along with gruff, echoing voices, too low to make out what was being said. The sound was coming from the fireplace,
where I saw three small figures behind the glass pane. They were mumbling among themselves and
looking at me as if they knew everything about me and knew exactly how scared I
was of them.
They were
about two feet tall and had either pointy ears or little horns at the top of
their heads. They were all the same
shape, but one was just bone, one was just muscle (like a skinned animal), and
the third one was hairy. Their eyes were
large and entrancing. I was literally
paralyzed with fear and couldn’t even scream.
That’s about all that happened each episode.
They
always appeared in the fireplace. Only
once did I see them somewhere else: I was looking out a window onto the street
one night and saw them crossing the street towards me. I could sense that they were aware I could
see them and took pleasure in frightening me.
What was
most eerie was the way they walked in unison.
It was as if they were all controlled by a common brain. Each would raise his right foot and slant his
body to the left, then raise the left foot and slant to the right. They advanced slowly that way, like
marionettes, and completely synchronized in every move. My mother was in the room with me at the
time, bit I felt that somehow I could not or must not tell her what I saw
outside the window.
To this
day, whenever I sleep in a room with a fireplace I face away from it.
I’ve read
hundreds of stories from the Shadowlands site to see if anyone has encountered
similar creatures. No luck so far. If anyone has, feel free to email me. Thanks for you time.
Spirits Do
Travel
By:
Kristie_Zernie@Stream.com
I used to
think I was crazy, but the thing that kept me from truly
admitting
that was the fact that my brother had seen the same things, but
unfortunaly
it just stayed with me. As a little girl my family lived in an
Old Farm
Stead in
1800's,
our bedrooms were all upstairs in the big house, my brother down
the hall
and my parents room on the opposite side of the hall. At this time
I had to
be about 4 years old, my brother michael was 5. Late one night a
sound woke
my brother woke up to a wierd noise coming from my room, so of
course he
came in to inspect it. When he entered my room he saw me curled
up in a
little ball shaking and rocking back and forth with my hands over
my face.
Right
above my head there was a dark figure circling over my head, and my
curtains
whipping back and forth eventhough my window was closed, and the
figure
above my head kept reaching towards me. Michael ran to my parents
room for
help but when they arrived they couldn't see anything although it
did not go
away, so they put me in my brothers room so I can sleep. This
continued
for 3 years while living on that farm.
Then we
moved to
me, except
now it was starting to take shape. It's in the shape of a man, a
very dark
skinned man, whome after a time I called stew, which is the name
it gave
me, I asked my parents if they new of a dark skinned man by the
name of
stew or stewart, my father did, his best friend had been found
murdered
and stuffed into a trunk of an old car in a junk yard, at last! a
I know who
it is.
Then we
moved again, this time to
into an
old plantation farm house that used to have slaves to run the farm.
This is
where stew got aggressive, I was coming down the stairs one night
to watch
the saturday night movie with my parents and brother and I saw
imprints
of someone gripping the back of my father's cloth backed chair and
as I
screamed it jerked my fathers chair back, if I haden't screamed when I
did my
father would never have had time to turn and miss having his neck
broken and
the chair slammed down onto a oak table and smashed. I firmly
believe it
tried to kill my father.
From that
night on I moved my bed into my closet so I could pretend I
didn't
hear the footsteps walking around my bed, but most nights I would
run into
my brothers connecting room and sleep in his room, it tended to
leave us,
or mainly me alone when we were in the same room.
Then we
moved again, on my 13th birthday to
again, but
now it only showed up right before something bad was about to
happen.
Once while going on my daily walk through the woods and it appeared
waving his
arms at a corner that goes towards the pond, I ignored it and
continued
on, as I walked around the corner I was jumped by a very large
man and
his intent was rape, the good thing was I always walk with a large
stick and
managed to get away, losing my shoe in the process. Another time
on
Halloween night, I was by myself in the bar where I worked and he
appeared
at the front door making motions to run, I again ignored him and
continued
on with my reading. A moment later a man walked threw my door and
robbed me.
After that I decided to pay attention to stew (my apperation)
since he's
never tried to harm me, only my father, for which I have no
idea,
maybe there's more to his story then what my father told me.
I'm now
going on 22 in august and to this day stew still visit's me, but
now only
when something bad is about to happen. I still have not told Tim
(my future
husband) about it, but one day I will, for I truly believe that
Stew is my
gardian angel. What else could he be?
Reporting
of a Haunting in
By:
jacobstrucking@earthlink.net
The house
I live in was built about 1907 and was built over an old farm house and
land. When we decided to refurbish the
house, interesting things began to happen, especially when we discovered a room
we did not know even existed! We decided
to enlarge the master bedroom to incorporate the new found space. Our 12x13 room turned into a 23x13 room. I was very excited about having such a large
bedroom and planned to also use the room as my meditation spot. But as we were finishing up the remodeling, I
began to feel very unwelcome and the atmosphere was less than conducive to
meditation, let alone sleep!
Every time
I would do any work in that room, I could hardly wait to get out of there. My husband was also having difficulties with
the room. He would work on it during the
day while I worked. His radio would
change stations on its own. Now, this is
an old radio with a dial, and the only way it would work is to plug, or unplug
it since the knob was gone, and it would only get one station. But when the spirit in the room decided it
was time for a change, the radio would change from country/western to rock and
roll! One time in the middle of the
night, we were startled awake by the radio blaring a rock song, when my husband
got up to turn it off, thinking he forgot to unplug it, it was already
unplugged! Let me tell you that made all
the hairs stand up on the back of my neck!
His tools would disappear from where he left them, only to return a
while later in the exact spot he left them in.
But only after a frustrating search had taken place.
We've had
friends over and have had cups fly off the fridge and land across the
kitchen. Lights go on and off with a
mind of their own. Our bedroom door
opens and closes in the middle of the night startling us awake thinking someone
is entering our room. We have
bangings, smells, voices, the sounds of
people walking about upstairs, coming up and down the stairs, our motion
sensing lights in the landing go on when no one is in the landing, toilets
flush when no one is in the bathroom.
And guests have told us that someone jumped on their beds during the
night and articles of clothing have gone missing only to return when asked to
be given back. Electrical gadgets seem
to take on a mind of their own and our camcorder has turned on all by
itself. Our grandson use to
"play" with a little spirit boy named Jimmy. They would play with those little green army
men in mock battle. Jacob on one end of
the coffee table and Jimmy on the other.
We were amazed to watch Jacob move his men, and then the men at the end
of the table would move as well. When
asked Jacob who he was playing with he said
"the boy." When we
asked what boy, he sighed and pointed to the end of the table and stated "that boy," rather irritated with
grandma and grandpa that we could not see what was in front of our faces! Last Christmas we decided to put plastic
Disney characters on the tree since we have two little ones who could break the
family heirloom ones. We were in another
room when Donald Duck came flying through the air past our heads and landed in
the kitchen sink. We stared at each
other, burst into laughter, and as I put Donald back on the tree, I told Jimmy
that if the grand kids could not throw the ornaments, he couldn't either. The ornaments were safe the rest of the
season.
Being a
psychic/medium having spirits around isn't all that unusual, and even though I
should be use to it ,on a dark night it can get a little scary at times,
especially when you are all alone.
Amazingly, a few hours, or one night at our home and skeptics leave our
home believers in spirit. All in all its
not a bad place to live, the spirits in our home are friendly, playful, and
comforting.
Really Bad
Things
By:
lkhensle@frontiernet.net
- My
parents lived at one time in an apartment in
It was in
the 800 block of Wall Street. One night my mother woke to a
voice,
that kept telling her to turn to the right. She said my father at
that time
kept hearing a noise, like someone banging on a metal trash
can. My
mother walked out of her bedroom, turning to the right. She
noticed
that a thunderstorm was going on outside, and that they had left
a fan on
in the window. She turned off the fan and removed it from the
window. She
closed the window and went back to bed. She said she didn't
hear the
voice again, and that the banging noise my father heard had
also
stopped. They found out later from others that an elderly couple
had once
lived in the same apartment as they. There had been a fire
there, and
the elderly couple had died in it.
- We once
lived in a house in the 1200 block of
Huron,
bedroom
with my 2 younger sisters, ages around
11 and 8 years. My
middle
sister and I slept on bunk cots on one side of the room, and our
baby
sister slept in a regular bed on the opposite side of the room. The
lights
were out in our room, but you could see light filtering from the
living
room through the curtains at our bedroom doorway. I was the only
one who
saw a head appear through the doorway curtains, and "float"
across the
room to my youngest sister's bed. We had been sitting in our
beds and
talking, not yet ready to go to sleep. The head came to a stop,
just above
my sister's right shoulder. It's features were human-like,
but seemed
either evil or distorted-looking. It never said anything, but
looked
straight at me. It seemed as though it was trying to convey to me
that
something really bad was going to happen to my sister, and then it
disappeared.
I asked my sisters if they had seen anything, but they said
they did
not. My sister, as well as the rest of the family has had many
sad and
unfortunate things happen through the years, but I don't know if
my sister
has had the "really bad" thing happen yet.
A Scary
Night
By:
pyoung@dkslaw.com
My sister
and I were visiting friends who had renovated an old farmhouse in
What we
both felt was a coldness, then a sense of evil, is the only way I can explain
it. That’s what I felt and my sister
said that is what she felt.
We spent
the night in the den. The next morning
we relayed our story to the host and hostess.
They said they were sorry, they should have told us that an old woman
had died in the old farmhouse, some said she was murdered.
Until that
time I never believed in the supernatural.
But, that night I definitely experienced something.