Hi I just came on the internet to check my mail when I found this it reminded me of a very strange thing that I want to tell you about I hope very much that this will be printed . These true events happened in Hull Massachusetts on Nantasket beach . I had heard stories about the same house from 3 different people , a past owners son , my uncle by marriges uncle from my mothers side of the family and my cousin on my fathers side of the families cousin. I first had been talking to Mike a kid from school who's mothers house was haunted . She lived there for thirteen years and had witnessed all sorts of strange events. One was that a party would happen every December 30 in her bedroom and every night at 8:33 like clockwork she'd see a "policeman" climb the stairs and once he got to the eight stair he'd stop and disapear. Then he went on about how a rose bush had been unfront of the house and was overgrowing the deck so his step-great grand father cut it down , only to have it regrow this happened twice more over the next thirteen years until they finally just let it grow. The plant had been in full bloom when the family moved , they had a picture to prove that but when they went back the next day to take a part of the flower the plant was completely shriveled upnow if you think this isn't strange lilacs grew in its place and the same thing happened when the next people moved. Now I didn't think very much of the stories at first , until I met Ben. Ben was my first cousins cousin ( no relation to me ) who was at a family party over my cousins house he didn't talk to me at first but to his first cousin about a haunted house that was near him and described it and gave the adress on Nantasket Ave. a long street with many houses and I got premission only to use the street name and not the whole adress. I asked him questions about it since he had first hand experience and he told me all about it ,and oviously he didn't know Mike. He told me that his parents had looked at it to move in and the windows had blown out from the inside for know aparent reason. Now I started to beleive Mike more. I then met my uncle by blood's uncle ( also no relation to me ) who had been a policeman in Hull and worked for a policeman named Hank who had lived in that house and who had drown lobster fishing . I then told him about my Mike and Bens stories and he was practicaly shocked I called Mike and that was when I could first experience to go into the house and see for my self this house of horrors because the house was being sold and Mikes mother acted as someone thinking about buying it even though she really had no intent of doing so. It was like I had expected it had kind of a <I>feel</I> to it so I stepped into the house and said his name , "Hank" I knew I'd get a response but I now regreted saying his name out loud . I then heard a loud crash and a scream we went into the room and found a broken mirror about four feet from the dresser was glass that was perfectly out in the mirror shape and the wooden part had no glass in it now. It was an impossible thing to happen and th realEsate agent was horrified.
I cfan't blame her so was I. Well I hope you enjoyed this true writing from me and if anyone else knows anything about this then they should tell it.
My grandparents bought our house about fifty years ago, they have since
passed away, but our ghosts remain. In our sewing room there is the ghost
of a woman who paces and cries. We think she was murdered in there, mostly
because at times you feel as if a pillow is being held over your face. It
is nearly impossible to breath, I have stumbled out of that room more than
once, nearly fainting from lack of oxygen. This one in particular does not
seem to affect men, only women above the age of 15 years. In the hallway,
there are two ghosts. One of a large man with heavy boots. This one
terrified my sister and I when we were children. At night he will chase you
down the hall into the living room, he never passes the the hall door, but
gets to the thresh hold and stops. (After my divorce, I moved back home,
and notice that mychildren do the same thing. They have never been told the
old ghost stories.) The other is my grandmother's dog that has been dead
for for nearly forty-five years. This is the "day shift". I hear her nails
clicking down the hall every so often, and sometimes she goes tearing down
the hall, and as she turns the corner, you hear a slide and thump. (She
always smacked into the wall when running at full tilt.) The front bedroom
harbors something that looks like a nun, although it doesn't "feel" like a
nun. It is rather menacing, but definetly female. The garage was converted
into another bedroom many years ago. In there you can find a little boy
sitting on the floor in front of the door, a little girl who shakes the bed
just to wake you up, and in the closet I'm not sure who he is but he's
really noisy! There are others, but these are the most prominent of all.
It started in 1995 when my aunt, uncle, and cousins bought a new house.
The main part of the house was built in 1839 and an addition was put on in
1878(the years might be off a little). As soon as they bought the house
and were pretty much moved in, my family went over to visit. The house
was fine, really pretty, but when we got up to the third floor, I couldn't
breath and I got a bad headache. I had to go back down right away. A
couple of days later, we went back to help clean(the people before had
left the house disgusting). I brought a friend with me this time, and she
was the first to see something. I went in to get a drink and when I came
back outside, she was sitting in a chair, very still. When I came over to
her, she said "Look down by the pool". I did and I didn't see anything.
She was trying to tell me that she saw a little girl, but before she could
descibe her we heard a loud bang that came from the basement doors behind
us. We thought that my little brother and cousin had gotten into
something, but when we opened the doors, it was dark and no one was down
there. That's when I got the same feeling from the third floor, I
couldn't breath and I had a bad headache. We ran out, shut the doors and
ran down to the pool where we found my little brother and cousin swimming.
Later that night when we were saying good-bye to everyone, I was hugging
my aunt and facing this little shed we planned to turn into a playhouse(I
was 12) and I saw a black man in a blue shirt and white pants walk behind
and never come out. I got all panicking and got in the car and wouldn't
come out. Everyone wanted to know what was wrong and when I told them
there was a man back there they tried to assure me nobody was there, but I
swear I saw him. A couple of weeks later I was invited to sleep over. I
pushed the man out of my thoughts and accepted. Everything went fine and
bedtime came around and I was put on the floor at the foot of my cousins
bed. I fell right to sleep, but it didn't last long. I woke up around
1:30 with a terrible stomaach ache. I tried to go back to sleep but when
I put my head on my pillow I heard this moaning. It wasn't one person,or
moaner, it was a couple, all different volumes and pitches. I finally
fell back to sleep but again, it didn't last long. I woke up again at
three and looked out the window from where I was laying. I saw this big
tree and 1 star through the branches but something wasn't right. I
realized the light was on, and it wasn't the last time I woke up. Maybe I
didn't notice, but I remeber not being able to see the tree. My confused
thoughts were interuppted by a white cloud that flew right through the
tree. I don't mean it weaved itself in and out, I mean it went right
through. I got up and left that room and went into my other cousins,
where my brother was asleep. I woke him up and explained everything to
him. Then I fell asleep and slept the rest of the night. Other things
have happended, too. One night, in the summer of 1996, I woke to look out
the window and see a little girl staring up at me. She was cute and she
resembled the girl that my friend explained to me. There was a sadness
with this girl, and I wanted to cry, or run out of the house and take her
in my arms and tell her everything will be all right. I new it wouldn't
so I left the little girl staring up at me, and went back to sleep.
Another time I was running around the corner of the house in broad
daylight and saw the little girl peering around the doorway of the barn,
looking at me, this time without the darkening sadness, but kind of a
playful look. I turned and ran the other way. Another time, me, my
brother, and my three cousins were up in the third floor and we were
playing with this doll that walks around in a walker and cries and laughs,
we were making fun of it and beating over the head with a cardboard brick.
When we were done we turned off the doll & walker and the remote and we
sat down and started playing with a Ouja board. Me, my brother and cousin
put our hands on the pointer. My cousin started saying "Spirits of the
light, protect us from the Spirits of the dark" but the doll started
laughing. We screamed and raced downstairs, leaving my oldest cousin who
had fell to take care of herself. Also, my cousin and sister have seen
the little girl on the basement stairs and just disapear into thin air. My
cousin also saw her when we were playing Man Hunt. She was running and
hiding behind trees, like she was playing with us. I haven't seen
anything since the summer, and I also haven't been there too much. I hope
I will get to see the little girl some more. If any people would like to
email me with questions or helpful info, feel free to.
My father told us this story when we were small...I'm not sure if it is
true, but he says it is.
We had and old farm-house, in fact it was the oldest one on the road.
In 1974 my mother was in the hospital after just having my sister and my
Dad had sent me to stay with relatives. He had closed off most of the
house with blankets in the doorways and was just heating the one room.
He was sitting there reading the newspaper and he heard a noise. He
listened to make sure it wasn't a tree limb or a mouse in the wall or
something like that. The noise was different and it had a
pattern....tickety-tick, tickety-tick. He turned the light on upstairs
and went to investigate. The noise stopped. He dismissed it and
returned to his paper. He had no sooner sat down and he heard it
again. He waited and it didn't stop so he went to look again. As soon
as he turned the light on it stopped. Confused, he went back to his
paper and sure enouh it started again. This time he snuck up the stairs
in the dark. He could clearly hear the tickety-tick, tickety-tick. He
couldn't see anyone though. He said, "Who's there?", and there was a
flash of red light and the noise stopped.
Ten year's later my father woke up in the middle of the night to see a
man dressed in clothes from the 1800's with one leg up on the end of the
bed. The man was just staring at him while cleaning his pipe. The only
sound my dad could here was the noise he made while scraping his pipe
out, clickety-click, clickety-click!
The funny thing was is my Dad thought the person was real. He yelled
at him, "Who the hell are you?". There was a red flash and the figure
disappeared. My Dad yelling had awoken my mother. He told her what he
saw but she told him he he was dreaming and to go back to sleep. To
this day he swears he wasn't asleep when he saw the man. He didn't even
remember his experiences from ten years before until a couple days
later. He's sure the man cleaning his pipe was the exact same sound he
heard all those years before. Nobody ever saw anything else to
substantiate my Dad's story and we no longer live in the house.
I have a white linen bell. It is a Christmas tree ornament that my grandmother made shortly before she died. My grandmother was from Lithuania and is the only grandparent that I can remember very well. The others - also from Lithuania - died when I was very young. My grandmother knew she was dying from colon cancer that summer, so she began making crafts, thing to give to her children and grandchildren with which to be remembered. The bell of one of these.
It is intricate, linen lace, fashioned with white sparkles. Each year, I pull it out from its box and put t on the tree. This year, I decided not to pack it away, and have it in a dresser drawer in my bedroom where I can look at t.
Just after my grandmother died, my sister got pregnant with my niece. Her daughter is now a young adult. She's like many of the kids that I now teach. She also has a linen bell, fashioned by an old woman who she never knew. It's interesting, last summer my sister told me that shortly after her daughter was born - as a toddler - the little girl saw an older woman in her room. She wasn't frightened of this woman, but was indeed curious to her identity. The woman smiled lovingly at her. Only three, the child described the woman to her mother as having spoken "funny English." Her description matched the picture of my grandmother that now sits on a desk in my sister's family room.
Some say that it could be bad that my grandmother came back from where she is to see her great-granddaughter. I don't think so. I think it's a blessing.
About 1931, my mother had a "visitation". The folks were living in
company housing (a bedroom and a kitchen, outside plumbing) at a coal
mine in Illinois with one heating source - a pot bellied stove in the
kitchen. It was January, and bitterly cold. At the time my sister was
about 5 months old. As usual, the fire in the stove was banked to give
off enough heat to keep my sister warm in her crib by the stove. At
about 1am my mother felt someone tapping her on the shoulder. She was
facing the kitchen when she opened her eyes to see a woman dressed in a
long black gown with mutton sleeves and lace at her neck and cuffs. The
lady's hair was pulled up in a Gibson style and she was standing above
my sister's crib looking at the baby. Mother turned over to my father
and whispered "Joseph!"
Upon turning back to the kitchen, the woman was gone. Mother got up to
check on my sister and found that the stove had gone out and the diaper
my sister wore was ice cold (from doing what babies do best - wet). The
temperature was dropping and had my mother continued to sleep, the baby
would have frozen. When she described the woman to my father, he went
to his childhood bible and removed a small photograph of his mother that
he had stashed away. She was dressed in a long black gown with lace at
her neck and wrists, smiling for the camera. Dad said that she was
buried in that dress about a year after the picture was taken. (Grandma
had died of a botched abortion.)
Mom always had "feelings" and "forebodings" and as kids, we learned to
listen to her and take these things into account. She would even tell
my dad not to take a job on the railroad extra board because she felt
something would happen to that run. She wasn't always correct, but
often enough for us to take note!
From 1980 until 1983, my husband and I rented an old farmhouse from a very nice couple with a family. It was known as a grandparent's or in-law's house. The original structure was a log cabin, and it had been added onto sometime in the late 1800's, which made it very close to the "main" house. It was a charming old house, but I always felt really uneasy there. My oldest daughter was just a baby at the time, and my husband was working a lot of evenings. I always had the feeling that someone was watching me, but never really saw anything. I did hear mice, I think, because there were always scurrying, scratching noises in the walls and ceilings, but never saw any. I really got concerned one night, though--my husband was working late. I was in the upstairs bathroom getting ready for bed. The upstairs bathroom had a window that looked down on the backdoor and patio. I know I was wide awake and not imagining things when I distinctly heard a voice say my name. I thought my husband was locked out as he always came in the back door, so I quick looked out of the window to see if he was down there, and there was no one there. My daughter was sleeping, and the voice was definitely a male voice. I never was so scared in my life! I didn't sleep well in that house, but don't remember any particularly horrible nightmares--just that uneasy feeling. But, in all the time we lived in that house, twice someone spoke my name and no one there.
I am very interested in ghosts and hauntings, though I do not know very much
about them but what I've heard from others or read in other stories or websites. I
live in Southeastern Pennsylvania, and I was just wondering if you know of
any especially notable haunted places in my area. I have heard and read many
stories about the Berks County area, which is only about a half hour from
where I live.
To my knowledge, I have never actually seen a ghost, but I am convinced that
I have at least heard some and felt the presence of others. One time, I had
gone with my boyfriend (now my husband) to visit a friend in Boyertown, PA
about a year and a half ago. When we entered the building where his
apartment was in, I got a very strange, creepy feeling. I didn't know why,
but I did know I wanted to get out of there FAST! I cannot say that I felt
like I was in danger, but it was a very unsettling and uncomfortable feeling.
The next time we went to see Randy (my husband's friend) I decided I'd wait
in the car for them. It was at this time that I first saw a plaque on the
front wall of the building. It stated that it was the former site of the
Rhoads Opera House, in which there had been a fire in 1908. The fire had
killed 170 people who had been packed (and terribly overcrowded) into the
Opera House to see a Sunday School play. The building was rebuilt soon after
the fire. I had read the story of the fire about two years before this
visit, in a book called "Ghost Stories of Berks County" by Charles J. Adams
III. Needless to say, I never did go into the building again.
A few years ago, before I met my husband, I was living in an apartment in a
very old building in Royersford, PA (the town where I've lived for most of my
life). I had moved into this place in November. When we were moving my
things in, I went down into the basement for the first - and last - time. I
got the same creepy feeling down there that I described above. I quickly
decided not to store any of my things downstairs, so I wouldn't have the need
to go down there ever again. Now, by the following spring, the woman in the
apartment next to mine had moved away, and I was the only tenant left in the building. There was a larger apartment upstairs that the landlord couldn't rent until he fixed
various problems with it. However, almost every night, I was kept awake by
the sounds of someone walking around upstairs! I almost jumped right out of
my skin one night when I heard these footsteps walk across the floor above
me, come down the inside stairs, proceed down the hallway and stop outside my
bedroom door! The inside stairs were in my living room closet. When the
building had been remodeled to create apartments in the old house, it had
been done in such a way that if you were to open the closet door in my living
room and try to go up the stairs, you would hit your head on the bottom of
the upstairs floor, with NO POSSIBLE WAY TO GO ANY FURTHER) After several
weeks of such performances, a friend and I went up to the outside door of the
2nd floor apartment and discovered that it was locked with a padlock that had
obviously not been unlocked for quite a long time. (My landlord was not
disposed to doing many repairs in my building.) And also, the wooden floor
of the porch upstairs was in such horrible condition that we very nearly fell
through it onto the concrete below, not to mention that we made a great deal
of noise walking on the squeaky porch. In all the times I had heard someone
upstairs, I had never heard anyone going up or down the outside steps. A few
weeks before I moved out the landlord finally decided to start working on the
upstairs apartment, and after he removed the padlock and was in there more
often, I didn't hear anything else at night. Pretty odd, don't you think?
I was about nine or ten years old when this happened... and Elizabeth
was living with my parents because her mother worked... it was during
the war years... 1945-1946... and mothers often worked when husbands
were off at war.
It was halloween... so that night Elizabeth and I went out trick or treating
for candies, fruits and other goodies... and one of the first houses that
we stopped at was caddie corner from our house... We lived on Shealy
street... 1842 to be exact, in Corpus Christi... and the Cox's lived kind-of
across the street, and to our right... there was a vacant field across the
street from us...
The lights were on in the Cox's residence... so we knew someone was
home... which was not always the case. Mr. Cox worked as a pilot for
the Naval Air station... or something like that... my dad also worked at
the navel base, too... but that night some one was home at the Cox's
There were other children, many our age... some younger, and in
groups, and some older... most with costumes of goblins, and ghosts,
and other costumes that were appropriate for that special night. So
we made one stop, next door, then headed across the street to the
Cox's residence and knocked. We waited but there was no answer..
so Elizabeth and I peered throught the front door glass, and inside the
small frame house, Mr. Cox was sitting in an overstuffed cloth chair..
the old brownish kind... that looked that it may have been stuffed with
He was in full naval uniform, even with his cap on... we could see
him clearly in the room... the floor lamp was lit, and the reflection
around the room from the wallpaper covered wooden walls, gave
a good view... The chair faced a little to the right of the door, so
he was not looking exactly at us, but a little to the right of us... and
he simply sat and stared at the right side of the front door where
we stood.... knocking. He didn't even seem to hear our knock.
It was obvious that he did not intend to get up and give a treat so
Elizabeth and I really pounded on the door, to irritate him into a
candy... we were children, and we new the power of the irritation
But still, he didn't budge... so we left, exiting on the left side of the
wooden front steps... the steps had two sides... a person could
enter from the right or left... and as we exited, I took a bar of soap
that I used in an emergency, and left a quick design on the window
screen that was on the left side of his door... and we quickly left for
better pickings at some other residence....
We were happy that night, and soon forgot Mr. Cox's rudeness at
not accomodating us... and it wasn't until the next day that my mother
had informed Elizabeth and I that Mr. Cox had been killed in a aviation
accident, about dark... the time that we saw him.... Elizabeth and
I were really excited... and we told mother that we had seen him sitting
in his chair... but mother, who, never took anything serious that we said
or did... so after a few days... the event was forgotten... until now.... I
remembered it, while reading your ghostly web page.
I have a few stories to tell,some of them my own experiences one that of my
grandparents and one of my roommate. My Dad has often told me the story of
when his parents were first married.My family is originally from England.
My grandparents rented a small apartment that was inexpensive.During their
first night there,they were woken up by a great deal of noise.They opened
their eyes to see their belongings being thrown about the room,they were
the only ones there.It escalated from there.Pictures flew from the
walls,their bedding was ripped to shreds and dishes were smashed.Needless
to say,they moved out very quickly.Others attempted to live in the same
suite but the same things would happen.Eventually,nobody would live
there.Nor,after tearing down the building did the activity end.It continued
in the new one.That building was also torn down.Now,nothing stands there,it
is an empty lot.
In 1977,when I was 16,we went on vacation in England to visit relatives.My
parents,myself and my younger brother were touring a castle.We came to a
set of stone steps leading up to a small tower.My Mom had decided to stay
at the bottom and sit on a small bench as she had recently sprained her
ankle.I was the last one up the steps.As I got to about the middle of
stairs,I felt a hand in the middle of my back,like someone was making sure
that I wouldn't fall backwards.I assumed that it was my Mom,and when I
turned to look at her she was still on the bench and nobody was behind me.
A few years later,when we were at home,I was sitting in the kitchen at my
parents home.I had been doing my homework at the kitchen table as I usually
did.I happend to glance up to see the figure of a woman dressed in a long
flowing dress drift past the doorway of the kitchen and down the hallway.I
sat speachless for a moment.When I finally worked up the courage to tell my
Mom who was sitting in the living-room she looked at me and told me that
she had seen the lady before but didn't tell anyone because she thought
that we would think that she was crazy.A short time after this,my parents
woke up one morning,to find that their bedspread had been neatly folded to
the bottom of the bed,both of them had slept soundly through the night.
Some years later,my Mom was babysitting one of the granddaughters.She
looked up to see Chelsey staring down the hallway."What are you looking
at?" she asked her."The nice lady in the hall.But she has to go
now."Chelsey replied,and proceeded to wave "bye-bye".My Mom was
stunned.There ghost hadn't been seen for some years and only seems to
appear to the female members of our family.
About a year ago,my roommate Yvonne awoke to see a figure sitting on the
edge of the bed which was up against the wall.She had an immediate feeling
of fear and what she calls "the yucks".This happend fequently enough that
her cat refused to sleep on the bed.I am Wiccan,so she asked me if I could
do some sort of banishing ritual to rid the house of this unpleasant
spirit.One day when the house was empty,I did a ritual and the spirit never
hello my name is jeff and about five years or so ago i had a paranormal
experience. i was at my friend, jaiman's house and he had told me years
before this incident that there was a demon who plagued his family
for generations. i didn't belive him until years after he told me about
it i came over to his house to play guitar with him. it was a normal
jam session when all of the sudden he stopped playing guitar and he sat
down and opened up his bible. i don't know why but he began reading out
loud i thought he went mad or something, then i felt a feeling like i
should be angry or intimidated about something ( i kind of get the
feeling just writng about it). the hair on the back of my neck stod on
it's end. I felt something moving or maybe i heard something moving in
the next room even though we were all alone in the house and i was only
16 or so at the time. Jaiman continued to read the bible and i looked
behind me (because i had that feeling like someone was watching me).
there hovering about 6" from the floor over top of my amp, was a
transparent sphere about 2'x2' that seemed to shimmer like water (almost
like how the water ripples if you throw a rock into it) the center of
this sphere had tiny black spirels inside of it that floated in circles.
jaiman acted like it wasn't even there and the next thing i know it
moved toward me.
the next thing i remeber was the phone ringing and i looked at jaiman to
answer it and he was still reading his bible. on the phone was my
mother and she was mad because she had to pick me up and it was late
(about 10:30) that was at least an hour later than the time i rember
looking at on the clock in his room. to this day i don't know what
happened to that hour. when the phone rang the sphere was gone.
jaiman's family went through a divorce since then and he became
drug-using, alcoholic, unemployed and married to his high school sweet
heart who lives at that same house (his dad's house) and it is like he
can't ever leave that house. also before that night we were the best of
friends after that night he began ignoring me and he doesn't speak to me
any more. i never saw anything that bizare before or after as that
thing i could not explain. please reply to me and tell me what you
think happened that night and if there are any descriptions of anything
like i saw. that night bothers me to this day and i would love to know
if anyone had a simular experiance. some people tell me that this
happened because i believe in things like ghosts and other paranormal
things but just because you beleive in something doesn't mean that it is
going to happen. if you reply to my e-mail i'll send you more
information about the people who used to be my friends at that house and
now i don't have any contact with now all over strange circumstances and
ever since i stopped going to that house everything stange in my life
stopped and i have have had a normal life
thank you for your time
I am going to share something with you. I am not one of those who
believes in Ghosts or anything supernatural. Yet, something happened 30
years ago that gave me the goosepimples! This experience made me
realized that I cannot brushed it off as merely coincidence!
September 17th, 1967 , Seedy area of Los Angeles, CA....I was 17 years
old at that time. My alcoholic mother woked me up at 2:15 A.M.. she was
crying hysterically. I knew how she behaves and reacts but that morning
it was entirely different! Its as if she sobered up so fast that her
emotiions and reactions was not just her! She had stated that Jean (her
older sister) had died. I looked around our small apartment. There was
no one around...just us. We did not have any phones (being Deaf) . I
asked her how she know that Jean had passed away? She said Jean's face
had appeared before her in bed. She saw Jean's apparation. At first I
had figured it was her drinking that made her seeing things. But what
threw me off was her reaction. I stayed with her for about 45 minutes
then went back to bed. She looked at me and said ," I knew you don't
believe me, Frankie!". I woked up at 10 in the morning and found her in
a state of mourning in the living room chair. She had me to go see
Grandma (her mom). Grandma lived two blocks from us. Mom gave e a note
for grandma. I was half way to grandma's place when I met Step
grandfather. He was on the way to our place to let us know something
happened. He told me that, "Aunt Jean died at 2 o'clock this
morning."! I was stunned to say the least. When my step grandfather and
I walked in , mom looked at us and yelled at me.. " I told you Jean's
dead! You did not believed me!" . Step grandfather was puzzled and
stunned that mom knew Jean had passed away. She asked him if Jean had
died. He replied yes at 2 this morning. This really gave me the creeps!
I cannot think it was coincidence...too much of a coincidence! Somehow
mom had a message from Jean !
Nowadays, I don't go around saying there's no such thing as ghosts or
paranormal things! Mom's dead...she died 3 years later (1970). What was
so interesting about her death...was that she was so worried about her
dying coma twin sister Mary (my aunt) yet mom died first. Mary did not
know her twin sister, Isabel (my mom) had passed away then one week
later Mary passed away without ever regaining conscious. Mentally, mom
outlived Mary but physically Mary outlived mom. They are buried beside
each other in Los Angeles cemeterey. They shared everything from birth,
though childhood years then in death!
I will never forget this experience!
I also have 2 stories to tell you.The first one took place somewhere
in South Carolina.
About 2 years ago my aunt went to a friends house.She said just looking
at the place gave her chills.when she talked to the woman of the house
she said her sons were the first to notice anything unusual.Her sons are
about two years apart.The oldest being around the age of six.Well the
boys said that during the night they would hear footsteps , but the lady
said it's probly just the house because it's an older house.A couple of
weeks later she notice that the boys would just stop in maybe the
middle of the room or in front of a wall and start having a
conversation.Well their mother thought they had imagenary friends.When
she would ask the boys what they were doing and the said talking to the
little boy.She asked "Well where does he live," and they said "in the
house." She asked
"Where?" and they said "in our room."After that she started to hear the
boy talking to them at night.Well then she started to see a lady appear.
She did not fell threatin.In the morning they would smell fried
bacon.The lady that lived there said that it didn't bother her.The boys
said that the lady that she had seen was the mother.The boys also said
that their was a baby in the house.Well she only seen one sign that a
baby was in the house and it's the only thing that ever scared her.One
day when she was going to wash her sheets , she lifted the matress and a
circle of flowers were aranged in the shape of a baby.
The next story happened to a family my parents knew.This story takes
place in a town called Gastonia in North Carolina, my hometown.
This house was a good size house and was new.According to the family
they said that they would see shadows and balls of light going down the
hall at night.One time she said that 2 feet tall men were running up and
down the stairs.Pictures would also fall off the walls , they would hear
voices , doors would slam and open.The family had the house blessed many
times , had exsersisims performed and nothing worked .I think it's
because they aren't Christians and bleive in God finally they moved and
had the house tore down.I ride by the land the house was built on all
the time, because it's located on a major road,and no one has bought
that land in years.
This occurence happened to my friend Collin P. and
myself John G. in about 1959. At the time we were
about 13 and still attending Hagley RC High School.
The time was about 8.00 - 8.30 PM, the month I no
longer remember but it was in the Northern Hemisphere
Autumn - Winter because it was dark quite early.
The local town was Kidderminster in the County of
Worcestershire, roughly in the middle of England.
The area was Birchen Coppice, a housing estate owned
by the local council, it was then, a respectable area
as it was only probably 8 years old, I believe the
area is now more of a slum but I haven't been there
in 33 years as we moved in the middle '60's and then
I re-located to Australia in '67.
A bit of geography is needed here so;
The street we lived in was Kinver Ave, the rear of our
houses backed onto undeveloped bushland which went on
into some pretty, unspoiled countryside in most directions.
However the area just to the rear and to the south was
called "The Burlish Camp". This Camp was built in WW2 as
a repatriation hospital for US servicemen. After WW2 it
was used to house Polish war refugees. As children we
played, mixed and schooled with their children. In the
middle '50s the people were re located and the whole area
was knocked flat, except for one lonley structure called
the "Water Tower".
As the name suggests it was exactly
that, a very large brick tower, from childhood memory
about 50ft by 50ft by 80 - 100ft high with a giant water
tank in the top. It was used to supply the Burlish Camp
with water.There were 8 windows, 4 at the rear and 4 at
the front. The first pair about 30ft from the ground, the
next pair another 30ft up. There was a steel door on the
southern side but it was bricked up in the middle '50s.
There was never any electricity to it and it was now
Back to the story;
Colin and I were just hanging out, at the end of our
street under a street light.This street light was at
the junction where our tarred street met with a wide
dirt track that lead over to the Burlish Camp, straight
passed the Water Tower and onto a small town called
Stourport-on-Severn about 4 miles further on.
During our conversation Colin said " hey look at those
lights in the Water Tower", (the tower was probably 1/4
mile away but could be made out in the moonlight).
I was quite supprised, because we could see some form of
moving or blinking light in the window area of the Tower.
The light colour did not appear as normal to what we call
light ie, candles and incandescent light seems to have a
warm and yellow content, this light light was very sallow
white to opaque. A short time later, about 20 yds from us
on the dirt track at angle of about 45 degrees we could
see a light, the same colour light that was in the Tower.
From this point on, in the following events, I have no
recollection of time; I remember we thought it was someone
on a bicycle because the light seemed to fall to the ground,
we started giggling saying it must be someone drunk and fell
off their bike.
In the next instance, I remember myself drawn and staring
wide eyed at the figure of a man particularly at the face,
it was side on, very distinguinshable features; vertical
flat forehead, long pointed nose, sunken very staring eyes,
because my concentration was so intense and to the head,
I did not seem to observe any body detail, except the lack
of normal motion movements, he appeared to float along.
Opaque, we could see right through him.
Also the ground all around seemed to crackle, as if
Rice Chrispies were being trodden on. Next, I picked up
a stone and threw it in his direction, Colin was pulling
at my left arm screaming at me not to throw it. The stone,
I estimate, fell short but in line, as it hit the soft
grass with a "thud" the man brought up his arm as if to
protect his face, my legs went to jelly, I fell to the ground
and the vision disappeared, Colin ran off holding his ears
and screaming as he stumbled off running through peoples
BUT..... I vividly recall floating above the street light,
I can remember detail such as the bird droppings on top of
the post. I watched Colin pulling my left arm, me throwing
the stone, collapsing on the ground and Colin running away
screaming. I recall a lady from a nearby house coming out
and bending over me.
The next thing I remember was lying on the ground and a
lady, Mrs Sayers, bending over me asking if I was ok, and
"what was all that shouting"?
I ran home very scared. Collin lost his hearing for 2 days.
We made a pact not to tell for fear of ridicule, anyhow
as time went by we told, and we got laughed at. But I could
never see anything funny about it, this occurrence left an
indelible mark on me.
Some years later at age, maybe, 16, I had been out fox
hunting with a companion Peter G. Peter wasn't a local and
was unfamilliar with our area, we were heading back to
my home, on a "Dirt" motorcycle at about 2.30-3.00 am,
Peter was pillion, I was riding. When we were directly
in front of the Tower, a few hundred yards away, Peter
shouted to me "who lives over there", I said,"overwhere"?
as I concentrated on riding with no lights; "over there",
to your left, as I looked to my left I was looking at
the Tower. My eyes nearly popped, my jaw dropped, I was agast.
Each of the windows in the tower had those same lights as
years before, but even more startling, we could distinctly
see people like figures, lined up as if waiting to go in
where the door used to be, the figures were not
distinguishable seperatley but were the same opaque colour
as the "little white man". That motorbike became the fastest
bike in the land.
Many years later, talking to my late dad, we were passing
the time talking about our familly,being kids, where we lived,
neighbours and the like,dad was telling me how in the post war
years 1956 - 1960 times were hard and 5 or 6 of the local
ladies would work continuous night shifts in an electrical
insulator manufacturing plant, in the above mentioned town
called Stourport-on-Severn. He said they would cycle 8 - 10
miles to work each way instead of 3 miles short cut through
the Burlish Camp. I said "how come dad", oh he replied,
"Mrs Hawker next door says that none of the woemen
feel good going that way, it always seems very still and
eerie when they goe past the Tower, and when they come home
in the morning, the birds are singing but, not up there by
the Tower, its always still and quiet". Dad chuckled.
I didn't, I knew just what they meant.
Well, in the mid to late 60's the tower was to be removed
to make way for a communications repeater station, the local
news was there to cover the big Bang, it took 3 days of
drilling and explosives to finally fell the Tower, the
experts were scratching their heads, they couldn't
understand how it stayed up through so many explosive attempts.
Hi It's KAt again, stories con't about Williamsburg....
I left off with a story about the girls Elizabeth and Anastasia...
The Peyton Radolph house has some VERY current links...
In Williamsburg, there are police that patrol both the campus and the
old historical district. What they do at night, is go through EVERY
house that is not inhabited but used for museum purposes-one of them
being the Peyton Randoplph house. There are two main streets in the
colonial district-Duke Of Glouster (DOG street, closed off to motorists,
just for tourists to freely wander around) and Prince Henry Street,
which runs parrallel to DOG and is open to mototrists. Every night, two
cops have the duty of checking the houses-one takes DOG, one takes
Prince Henry. Peyton Randolph is on PH Street. Well, one night in the
early 1990's, two cops did their usual round. WEll, PArtner #1 came back
on time, but partner #2 was no where to be found. SO, a search patrol
went out around Williamsburg, and they found his patrol ca, door open,
lights on, right in front of the Peyton Randolph house. THe front door
was ajar, and when they went inside, they found the officer on, the
floor, revolver drawn and cocked, pointing to something on the
staircase. He was in shock, his face a ghastly white and twisted in
terror. He has never spoken about the incident. He was subsequentially
transferred to work as a ccampus police patroller. Sadly enough, he was
the victem of a frat prank during his time at WIlliam and Mary. The Frat
Phi Tau had gotten ahold of the med school cadavers and taken thehead
off of one and placed it on the sundial in front of the library
here-which is a very central location. He is now residing at Eastern
STate, the local mental insitiution 5 miles off campus.
A couple years later, another officer was patrolling the area and was
making his usuall rounds at the Peyton Randolphg home. Now, PR (Peyton
RAndolph will now be PR) has three floors-2 above ground, and a celler.
THe officer went inside and looked around. Finding nothing on the amin
two floors, he opened the celler door and proceeded to go into the
darkness. He was just two steps down when he haerd the door creaking
shut---He tuned around, and when the door shut completely, he found he
could not move-He was in a jello like state, free of movement, but he
could feel something very real pressing around him-something cold and
very frightening. The next thing he knew, the door opened, and his
partner was standing in the doorjam. The partner asked the offcer where
the hell had he been, and the officer, climbing the stairs out of the
celler, gave him a confused look and asked him what he was talking
about. Apparently, the officer had bee mising for 6 hours, none of which
he can account for. Ever since then, the PR house must be searched by
two people, no matter what.
In Williamsburg, Christmas is a major tourist attraction. EAch of the
houses' windows are lighted with a candle placed on the windowsill and
are kept lighted throughout the season. One lady was doing all of them,
and had been for the past several years. I believe it was 1993 that the
following incident occured. She had finished her nightly illuminating
rounds and went off to bed. Arounf midnight her supervisor called her
and told her the PR house windows were not all lighted. THinking that
was odd, she got up and went out there, and sure enough, the upperleft
hand room was not lighted, and the blinds were drawn-the only drawn
blinds in the house. So, she relit the lights and went back home.
Fifteen minutes later, the phone rang and it was her supervisor again,
reorting that the lights were still out. Frustrated, she went back, and
the same thing happened-drawn blinds, no lights. She relit the lights
and trkked back home, tired, annoyed and puzzled. Again, fifteen minutes
after her arrival in her warm bed, her sup calls her and tells her she
better light the candles, or it's her job. Angry, she storms off to the
house and finds the same thing--Drawn blinds, no candles lit in that one
room. She goes there and relights the candles, and opens the blinds. At
the top of the stairs, she muttered "That damn ghost," and suddenly, she
is shoved very hard down the stairs-so hard, that she broke both her
legs and both her arms. Medical examiners said that she was hit with a
force equal to that of a mac truck driving 25 mph. She lived, and sued
the City of Williamsburg-THey settled out of court, and this case is in
the city court on the books.
Let me reiterrate something... Iwas at this house last night, and I have
never been so scared of an inatimate object. THe house has a definite
personality...I will never go there by myself. I have goosebumps and am
scared to death of telling this...The house is less than a mile away
from my dorm.
Next to the PR house is a path that leads from this house to the
Govenor's palace. THe Govenor's palace was used for the govenor of
Virginia before the capital was moved from Williamsburg to Richmond. A
very stately structure, it is complete with a very large bush maze out
back and lovely gardens. Around the main part is a 7 foot brick fence.
THe palace is about 50 yards to the left of the PR place. It too has 7
foot bushes-These bushes have pklaces carved in complete with benche
that make for very nice hiding places. WEll, during the 18th century,
two men were courting the same girl-something that was never to be done
in high society. Well, the man that lived in the PR House was on his
way home fom a meeting in the palace. He used the shortcut path. In one
of the inlets, his competitor was hidin. When the unfortunate man came
upon him, he was dragged ino the bushes and stabbed 37 times. Only a
black slave was witness to this, and during
this time, blacks were forbidden to testify against white masters. THe
death therefore had no witnesses and his death was never avenged. Now
the person giving the ghost tour told us that when going through this
path at night, you must always look down, and if you see the shoes of a
colonial man, DO NOT LOOK UP, for it is the ghost of the murderer. OUr
tour guide has confessed to seeing the shoes twice, and he swears that
this path is the most frightening thing in WIlliamsburg.
THese two stories lend to the dramatic atmosphere of Williamsburg: (All
Now, there is another path on the other side of the Palace, which leads
directly to an elementary school. If you travel about 10 yards down the
path (which runs parrallel to the wall surtrounding the palace) the wall
turns into a fence, about 5 feet high. It's a tradition at William and
MAry to "Jump the Wall"--that is, sneak into the maze at night by
jumping over the wall. Well, this has been down since it was built-in
the 17th century. William and Mary went coed in the 1920's. One night, a
couple in their 20's went to jump the wall. THe man went first, just to
check and make sure no cops were in there. When he came back, he
couldn't find her. He jumped over the fence and landed on her body-Her
throat had been slashed, and she had died while he was inside. Now, I
mentioned earlier that there is a mental instituin here. This one, in
the 20's was used for the violentlly insane, and one of them esceped.
THe land around the palace was not developed untill much later, and his
body was nevr found in the deep woods--There have never been any
sightings of this man's ghost, but it adds to the drama.....
However, there has been a ghost of grey cloaked yound man seen several
times within the maze. He says nothing but "i'm going to kill you" over
and over again. It is thought that he was a confederate soldiar killed
on that soil who is so bitter about being killed in the prime of his
life that he wants to take away the lives of those who are his age.
Now, as mentioned above, if you follow the path, you will come upon an
elemntary school, whose name has slipped my mind. It was used for upper
class white children whose families wanted to ensure their proper
environment. When desegregation was forced upon the school, many people
were upset and many children were enrolled in private schools.
Well, one Friday afternoon, a frantic black mother called the school,
claiming that her two sons had not yet returned. THe principal; assured
her, that being a beautifull day and a friday, the boys would turn up
eventually. However, Monday came around and the boys were still not
home. THe police came in and searched the entire area, finding nothing.
However, that day, the school was forced to stop their curriculum for
the day due to a high pitched whirring noise that droned on and on and
drowned out the rest of the voices. The police came in and started to
search the school for both the boys and the source of the noise. THey
searched the first and second floors, but they came up empty. the third
floor was used for both storage and 5th grade classrooms.THis is where
the noise was the strongest. THey tried to open the storage area door,
but it was locked fast. It took them a while to get it open, but when
they did, they wished it could have stayed shut forever. One officer had
to leave for fear of passing out of disgust and terror. Inside, one one
wall, was a bunch of desk, arranged in a makeshift courtroom/trial that
resembled a lynching setup. THe other side contained the remains of the
two little boys, horribly disfigured and hung up on meathooks. Every day
after the murders, that whirring sound could be heard at 11:00 am sharp.
Finally, they got a priest to bless the rooms and they shut the third
floor off untill this day--THe whirring noise can still be heard evry
nowand then, but never as loud, and it is very infrequent. Because the
childrfen's murderer was never caught, people believe that they are
crying out of vengence for their deaths. It was suspected that the old
janitor at the time had killed them, for he was very against
desegregation and was from the times where hate crimes and lynchings
were very common.
I have debated whether or not to write. I'm not saying my parent's
house is haunted and I'm not saying it ISN"T haunted. I'll just write
about the things that I've seen happen there and let someone else
decide. I'd appreciate it, that if you do use this story on your page
that I remain anonymous. The only reason I decided to write to you is
that your story sounds very similar to mine. Maybe I won't sound as
crazy as I feel.
My parents moved into their house when I was thirteen. We had just
moved all our furniture into the house and were getting the smaller
boxes in. I was sitting on my bed unpacking a box when my entire bed
moved about two inches across the floor. I froze. I didn't know what
to do. It didn't take me long to figure out I should probably get out
of there so I did. When I told my parents, they just laughed. They
said my bed was probably set up a little crooked and that me sitting on
it evened it out. OK, fair enough explanation.
Since then, I've heard knocking on my wall at night (I'm on the second
floor and the outside of the wall is brick.). My room is always cold.
(That's been blamed on bad insulation.) I bought a lamp at a second
hand store and didn't pay too much attention when it would turn on and
off by itself. I just threw it away. I figured someone gave it away
because it didn't work right. Then my NEW lamp (using another outlet)
started to do the same thing. There is a bedroom/den right next to mine
with a touch lamp. That started coming on and off by itself too. Now,
my parents have actually seen this. They say it's not a ghost. I told
them that they should get the wiring checked in the house then. That
would be another explanation for it and it could start a fire. Well,
they refuse to do that and the lights are still going on and off.
I guess I'll tell the least scary things that have happened there. I
really get freaked out, so talking about some things really shake me up.
The most "harmless" things that have happened involved my cat and my
My cat was really cool. She wasn't the stereotypical cat you'd see in
the movies. She would come to me when I called her. Also, when she was
sitting in a chair and she saw me walk into the room she would scoot
over so I could sit down next to her. To sum it all up, she was a
sweetheart. When she died, I was miserable. I wanted her back. I kept
having dreams about her, I guessed it was because I missed her so much.
Then one day my friend Nicole and I were down in our laundry room
getting a two litter of pop off the shelf. (Our kitchen is pretty small
so the shelf down there serves as a pantry.) I might want to mention
that the shelf sits right by our crawl space (which our dog whimpers in
fear at if we try to take him over there.) Well, I look over into the
space and something's looking at me right back. It looked like a black
cat. My cat was a tabby so she looked nothing like this. I say it
looked like a black cat because I couldn't really see it. I could just
make out the eyes. I screamed and dragged my friend upstairs. She
didn't have a clue what was going on but she knew I didn't get that
scared over nothing. My parents went back down with a flash light. It
was really dirty back in there since we never used it. This time they
sort of believed me. They didn't see the cat, but they did see the paw
prints in the dirt. (They sort of looked wet) They said it must have
been a raccoon or a possum, but we never did figure out how it could
have gotten in or out of the house. I was almost sure it was my cat,
although I don't know why she had looked so different. For a while I
liked the thought of my cat being around, but then it dawned on me that
was a pretty selfish idea. If she really was still around and I was
what was keeping her here and there was a better place for her somewhere
else, then I should let her go. That night I silently spoke to her and
told her if she wanted to leave she could and that I would understand.
(No wonder my parents think I'm cracked, I thought) Just then, my mom
screamed. I ran into her bedroom. She was staring at the window where
my cat used to sit. She said she saw my cat sitting on the window sill
but she was transparent. Then she turned into a ball of light that
looked kind of like a big firefly and went out the window. I didn't
mention what I had just done. I knew by this time talking about ghosts,
much less talking TO ghosts, would have my parents furious with me.
When I asked my mom about it the next morning, she snapped at me "Don't
be so silly, I just had a bad dream." Subject dropped.
I have had several nightmares, ever since I was little. It seems,
though, that they escalated when we moved into this house. My parents
are used to this by now and aren't too concerned. Right around when I
turned 16, I had a really bad one about my dad's truck. In my dream, I
was driving along in my dad's truck, when all of a sudden I was talking
to these two people. They said I had died. I told them I didn't want
to and couldn't they send me back? They said my body was obviously dead
and they could not. I asked them if I could say good bye to everyone
first. They looked very sad. One turned to the other and in a kind of
pitying voice said "She doesn't want to die yet." At that point I woke
up, very much afraid. In come my parents, apparently I had yelled. I
told them about my bad dream. They comforted me then went back to their
room. Needless to say I would NEVER get in that truck. My parents flat
out called me stupid for this. They'd roll their eyes in disgust. I
still wouldn't go anywhere in it. This went on for several years and I
really can't say I blame them for their reaction. It wasn't until I was
in college that something actually happened. Nicole (the same friend
who was with me when I saw the cat) was over to help my mom and I with
our yard sale. My dad asked me if I wanted to go to his family picnic
with him. Our conversation about going places usually went something
"Do you want to go?"
"Are you taking your truck?"
"No, I can't go then."
My mom muttered something under her breath and my dad just waved his
hand at me and left. My mom looked at me for a minute then walked into
the house without saying a word as my dad pulled out of the driveway.
Nicole gave me a gee-I-feel-awkward grin. I had previously told her
about everything that had been happening in that house. I had to tell
someone, I thought I was going crazy! A few hours later my mom got a
phone call. She called me inside and Nicole followed. My dad had been
in a wreck. Someone coming the opposite way near the park had a camper
hitched on to their car. When they went around the corner, the camper
went over into my dad's lane making him swerve off the road. From what
I heard it was a pretty steep drop and his truck played like a pinball
bouncing against a lot of trees. Thank God, he was OK. No broken bones
or anything. Just a few scrapes here and there. We were really
relieved. Of course, what had stopped him down that steep hill was
smacking into a tree. It totally wiped out the passenger side so that
part of the roof of the cab was almost at dashboard level. Needless to
say, I would've been a pancake. Nicole sat down on the couch with me.
I looked at her and said, "You know, I just had a bad feeling about that
truck.." My mom glared at me and very firmly told me to 'SHUT UP.'
This stuff really scares me. It happens all the time there. I've since
moved out and am just terrified to go back there to spend the night. My
parents have since gotten locks for the bedroom doors to lock yourself
in at night (they will even remind me to do it when I come to visit)
although they still won't admit anything's wrong. Like I said, I just
mentioned the nicer occurrences that didn't scare me as much. Luckily,
where I live now, everything's peaceful.
I have a friend who has amazing powers when it comes to communicating
with spirits. A couple of things come to mind when I think of her
abilities. The hair on the back of my neck still stands up when I think
of these two incidents.
One deals with a coworker. This woman reported to my friend in a
supervisor/subordinate capacity. For the purpose of this writing, we
will call the woman Mary and the supervisor Ann. Mary and Ann had
become good friends in the year or so they worked together. Mary was
married to a man who had two grown boys by a previous marriage. From
the stories that Mary told Ann, the marriage was not good and Mary's
relationship with the grown children was strained. Mary drank a little
bit; but not to the point where it affected her work. One morning Mary
did not show up for work. Around 8:30 or so in the morning Ann began to
feel as if something was wrong and tried to call Mary's house. She go
no answer. She tried again and again throughout the morning because she
just felt as if something was terribly wrong. At last around noon
Mary's husband answered the phone and informed Ann Mary had killed
herself by letting the car run in the garage while she sat in it. Ann
did not feel good about what she heard and called the police to tell
them she believed that Mary did not kill herself but possibly was
murdered. The police took the statement, but to her knowledge, nothing
came of it. Now, here is where the story takes on that hair raising
turn.....About a week or so after Mary's funeral, Ann saw Mary walking
around the office area. Ann's office was situated where she could look
out her office door and see the open bay area where her people sat at
their desks. Ann would look up and see Mary passing in front of her
door, or see her walking in the back of the room and one time saw her
sitting at her desk. When Ann would get up to investigate, Mary was no
where around AND, no one else had seen her. This went on for a couple
of week and Ann was getting a little upset. She felt as if Mary was
trying to tell her something, but she didn't know what.
One night a Mary was driving home late (very dark outside), she
suddendly had a feeling that Mary was sitting in the passenger seat.
Ann was frightened, but did not look towards the seat fearing she would
wreck her car if she actually SAW Mary sitting there. So, she said,
"what is it you want, you are frightening me Mary!". As soon as she
said these words, the feeling went away. Ann had to pull over to the
side of the road and get control of herself. Mary has never returned
and Ann is not sure what Mary wanted. Ann is still convinced that Mary
did NOT commit suicide.
Another story about Ann deals with peer supervisor who worked at another
location. We'll call this peer Karen. Karen's husband, Karen and Ann
were good friends. Karen's husband, Don had a medical condition
(diabetes sp?) which lead to the amputation of both of his legs. It
also eventually caused his death. When Don became seriously ill and it
appeared his death was near, Ann flew to be with Karen. Ann had to stay
in a hotel and commute to the hospital where Don was slowly fading away.
The night before he died, Ann was alone in her hotel about 3:00 in the
morning when she felt Don's presence in her room. She said out loud to
Don, "what is it you want Don?" and she heard him respond that he was
there to say goodbye and that he was checking out at about 2:30 that
day. She said it wasn't as if he was talking to her as you and I would
converse, but as if she heard his voice in her head. He told her not to
worry that they would have their dance some day in heaven. (Ann used to
tease Don that he needed to get out of his wheel chair and take her and
The next morning as she arrive at the hospital to be with Karen around
8:30 a.m., she relayed to Karen what she had experienced in the wee
hours of the morning. She and Karen both felt that it was weird, but
gave it little thought. After lunch, they were sitting in a waiting
room when Karen's grown children came out to get her to go to be with
their dad. Karen waited for about 15 minutes and a nurse came in and
said Don had just died. Karen looked at her watch and it was 2:30