alright i dont know where to start ok i was sitting at my house one night on the computer and it was storming out and right in front of my computer is a 5 ft by 10 ft picture window so i was looking out the window wathing the storm downloading music when i heard a tapping on the window so i looked up and at that exact moment i looked up a bolt of lightning struck and i seen 6 figures looking in the window at me so me thinking im mister macho man i got up opened the dor and looked out at the window there was noone there so closed the door sat back down and a little bit later the tapping started again so i got up put my face up to the window and i kept hearing the tapping i didnt know what it was and then i heard the tapping on my computer screen so i turned and looked noone there and when iturned around there were bright red eyes looking straight at me then boom more lightning and i seen the bright eyed figure in full it may have been for only a couple of seconds but that image will be burned in my mind forever it was about 5ft tall heavy set his arms were turned the wrong way like they were broken he was cut om neck to groin and from side to side but he was empty nothing in him at all no guts no bones nothing but i seen little eyes in side of him i got so scared i ran to my parents room to wake them up but i couldnt wake them it was like they were in a deep sleep so i went to the living room and sat there till morning scared out of my mind and when the light came i went outside and seen hove prints like a horse ran thru my yard now im not saying it was the the devil but the way he looked he mid as well ben so thats my story that I have named DARK NIGHT
And Now "MY" Ghost Story
I thought I might as well tell my story, finally. I'm the
one who submitted the
"There are cases where visitors have been temporarily 'possessed' and taken on different personalities while at the cemetery."
I spent ages 9 to 15 on
One of my favorite haunts as a kid (pun unintended ...
sort of) was the
I believe I was 13 when I first started feeling a peculiar heightened "draw" to the cemetery. You know the cliche about being drawn to something or someone like "a moth to a flame." Well, this was definitely the case. It's a cliche all right, but an apt one.
Now, everyone, to some degree, becomes paranoid on some level while visiting a cemetery. A feeling of being observed, a subtle (or perhaps not-so-subtle) feeling of self-consciousness just beneath the surface. Especially if one is (physically) alone. One feels one is being watched by the dead, regardless of how ridiculous it seems to one's sense of logic and reason.
Well, during this time the self-consciousness became so pronounced it personified or condensed itself into the sense of a specific entity I imagined abstractly as a boy of about 11 or 12 (close to my own age) who rather resembled myself but had darker eyes. Eyes like pools of dusk-darkened pond water, yet the skin of his face very pale almost to the point of dead white. The eyes were so dark, the darkness seemed to bleed into and around the sockets like cast shadow. I wouldn't call this an actual conscious image I held - it was a FEELING. It's difficult to explain. This entity was composed of or formed out of feeling rather than visual imagination.
From then on, when I would visit the cemetery, I
sensed this boy's presence very strongly. My mind would suddenly begin obsessing over this subtle-profound presence like it was preoccupied by some kind of light fever-induced delirium. It wasn't overwhelming, but it was certainly persistent. I wasn't frightened or disturbed by all of this in the slightest - rather, my attitude was defined by casual intrigued fascination and curiosity.
All of this came to a head one mid-autumn day in 1981.
My sister (11) and I were in the cemetery, and I decided I was to pretend I was a "ghost" who looked like her brother but wasn't. My sense of this mysterious boy was very potent at that moment and I decided to pretend I was him. My "act" was pretty convincing; I communicated details to my sister regarding when I lived, when and how I died, and in which spot of the cemetery my body was buried. I showed her a gravestone and claimed it was mine. I think I got my sister to the point of at least humoring my "act" with feigned belief.
At some point, I began to seriously spook her out. I kept talking and talking, and it must have seemed I'd lost my mind. I probably did. I had a pretty defined sense of losing control by that point. But just as she was turning to leave for home, I raised my arms and cried "Winnnnnnnd!" - and at that exact moment a huge gust of wind battered at us and it actually succeeded in blowing my hat clear off my head and sent it rolling down the hill. I went after it, and just as I left the periphery of the graveyard, the wind stopped and I instantly lost all inclination to continue acting like a ghost.
Maybe there is something to the supernatural after all. I would learn years later about the legend of people taking on "personalities" or becoming obsessed by spiritual influences while visiting that cemetery.
Back then, I hadn't known about possession or whatnot.
When I read about the legend, my childhood experience at
That was my one and only experience with "ghosts" or the supernatural.
A Ghost Story, The Ghost of my Hampster, The Ghost of Mrs. White
I used to have a hamster named Tornado and one names Cuddlebug, but they died. After they both died, I began to hear scratching and tapping noises in the computer room (The room I typed this in!) I always listen to see where the scratching noise is coming from, but it seems like the noise tries to run away from me. More recently, I've seen little black things quickly running up the basement walls. My hamsters were black. I have another true story that my dad told me. One day my dad was walking home from school, and he saw his neighbor, I think her name was Mrs. White. My dad said hello to her, and she asked if he needed a ride home. My dad said he didn't. While still walking home from school, my dad passed by Mr.White's and Mrs. White's house. My dad saw Mr. White. My dad said "Hi Mr. White, I saw your wife on my way home from school." Mr. White just looked puzzled. When my dad got home, his mom told him that Mrs. White had died while he was at school.
A Ghosts in My Friend's Bathroom at Dorm
I thought all ghost stories were fake but true.. I told ya'll stories about ghosts in my dorm. In spring, at night in dorm, my friends told me about ghosts in vally school,it very old as near about 100 years. I was freak out then I know that fake whole thing...at few hour I did not remember what time is...my friends and I walked in hallway of dorm and I was stand behind them. Studdley... One of friends name lauren,stopped walk and toward at restroom then srceamed and grab on one of my friends'
arm name andrea. Lauren told me and andrea " I saw a ghost in restroom and something black shape stood there!! I saw a ghost! I swear!!!! She seem afraid so badly. Andrea tried test herself if she can see a ghost.
She walk near restroom as her right eye and her side near restroom then so she saw it ,too then she srceam and hold lauren so tight. Both gals look me like that "stare" I dislike way sound crazy and total freaky to me. But I did not saw a ghost then I looked up at a dark orange light look like square. It bit dark there and it really creepy to me then I feeling not right almost like I had sense something.. I felt cold and little shake. I was totally freak out than before I really not like it way. I running ahead my friends and grab my friends. I feel like in twilight zone. That story was true happen at I was freshmen in high school.
I go to Anderson College, now there is a lot stories about the ghost of Anna, I think her last name is White, haunting the Sullivan Building, well I have a couple of stories of my own about her. Two semesters ago I was going to the Sullivan Building for a bible study and me and a couple of my friends were waiting for the rest of the group to show up in the lobby, when I heard movement upstairs, now I raised in a one story house so I notice when there is a lot of movement above me when I'm in a two story house, now I didn't think much about it until my friend Quinn and his girlfriend Amber came in, Quinn came in for the bible study that I was a part of and Amber was looking for where her bibile study was being held, since I heard movement upstairs I thought that someone wsa up there so I went with her up stairs and looked around and no one was up there and since the only set of stairs in the building were in the lobby and I was standting in front of them the whole time no one could have come down with out me knowing it. And another one of friends has an experience with the Sullivan building, she says that many times when she has walked by there she has heard a female voice calling her.
Oh yeah, there has also been things going on in several other places on campus, one that I heard about right after it happened since I've made friends with one of the security guards he comes around every once in a while and visits and one time while he was talking to us he was called to the Merrit Administration building where a couple of students were standing outside the building when the front double doors to the building swung open on there own, and this was long after the building had all been locked up.
And there is a rumor about the Belk Theatre in the Rainy Fine Art center being haunted, now I haven't experienced anything yet, but several of my friends who work during several of the plays have told me that there have been many times when there have been sounds of someone moving on the catwalk when no one actually was when everyone was asked about it. That's all for right now and I'll update if I find something else out.
In regards to Ensign-Bickford in Simsbury Connecticut, I
used to be a senior security officer there for a few years and there are a
number of buildings known to be haunted, for example the plumbing shop, it is
said that a working hung himself in the stairway leading too the second floor.
ALL of the security officers refused to patrol that area at night because at
one time we all felt a cold feeling when in the stairway. The southern part of
the plant has had alot of fatalities in the history of this company. Lights
would misteriously go on and off. An example of this (I saw this first hand) we
would have mtion detectors going off in a building directly across from the
security building, when we looked out the 2nd floor lights would go on and off
randomly followed by the first floor lights and sometimes at the same time.
Upon searching of the building, nothing was found. Ensign-Bickford also owned a
large mansion at the time next to the
Colchester CT Linwood Cemetery- In the summer of 2004 durring a regular trip to see if we could get orbs on our digital cameras we took a break and sat down it was a full moon that night so the whole place was lit up off in the distance as i was sitting in an area that graves where yet to be places i saw three white figures just floating through a clear patch by the woods. I got up to run to my friend and my bf saw a white wolf heading towards me that was not even 5 feet from me but before it could get to me he growled and it disappeared
Ghost Girl and Her Dog
This strange event has been on my mind for quite some time....
It was a warm and pleasant evening last September, and I had decided to take my little dog for a walk around the neighborhood, like I do several times a week. We walked about one block down, and crossed the street.
As we walked in front of one of the many houses, I heard a little girls voice say "Hello! Can I pet your dog?" I stopped and saw a young girl, probably around
5 or 6 years old standing in front of the door of the 3rd house from the corner. Beside her was a large, old looking, golden retriever. (He had the white muzzle and droopy eyes of an aged, but much loved dog) I paused and replied, "Uh, of course". I felt a little strange, because even in though we live in a good part of town, kids are usually weary of approaching strangers when their parents aren't around. I pulled my dog away from the tree she was sniffing and we headed back towards the girl and her dog. I glanced at the girl, who was chattering away about her own dog Buddy, and began to feel that there was something a little odd going on. First was how the girl looked.
The girl was beautiful, with long white blond hair, down to the back of her knees. She was wearing a white blouse, and a long white skirt, and she wasn't wearing any shoes! Feeling a bit miffed, I glanced into the house behind her. THe house was COMPLETELY DARK. Not a single light was on inside, even as it grew darker outside. I also noticed that there was no vehicle in the driveway, and no garage where one would be parked.
At this point I remember being concerned that this little girl was a bit young to have been left all alone at night. Meanwhile, the little girl was babbling on about her doggie Buddy, and how he likes to eat, and was trying to get my litle dog's attention, while her the old dog sat on the lawn, watching the whole scene. "What's her name?" She finally asked me. "This is Phoebe" I answered. I was slightly confused, because Phoebe kept pulling away from me, as if trying to get away. And my little dog absolutely loves children. She's small, so she tends to like people her size. Not to mention that she is always up to meeting other doggie friends. But Phoebe did not want anything to do with this little girl, or her dog. "Uh, she's a little shy" I said as I saw the little girl get a sad look on her face when Phoebe wouldn't be friendly. So I asked her about her dog, so she wouldn't be upset. And,as before, the girl started chattering at about 100 miles and hour, as little girls will do. I tried to follow what she was saying, and it was something about how Buddy got old, and then he went to heaven when he went to sleep at the bottom of the stairs...or something along those lines. I remember glancing over at the old dog, still sitting on the lawn as if keeping an eye on his young blond companion. My own pup was really raring to go, so I finally said, "okay, well, you better go inside now it's getting dark" the little girl just gave me a big smile,and said "Bye Lady, Bye Bye Phoebe". And skipped off up the driveway to the house, with her dog following. We continued on up and around the block .
The whole time I pondered what had just happened. I couldn't help but have a strange feeling, not good, or bad, but just weird. I had never seen that little girl, or her dog before. And having my own dog to walk, I was fairly familiar with the neighbors. I also had seen many children around playing, but none that looked anything like this girl. Besides, most of the children were older than her anyway.To this day, a year later, I still have not seen the girl and her dog. I have walked by that same house many times, and it seems that a middle aged man lives their alone. He drives a sporty SUV, and is rarely home. But the strangest thing is my dog's behavior. My little dog had never met a kid she didn't jump on and give kisses.
I have told this story to several people, and everyone has been a little freaked out. I think I am going to do some research on the history of my neighbor hood and see if I can turn up some clues.
Hi, my name is Itzel Gonzalez, and I would like to declare
myself as a person that has seen ghosts. How can I start, I am pshycic, and I
talk to ghosts also I have once been attacked by one. Since when I was 5 years
old I started my adventure on
Our Ghost Stories
I've grown up hearing ghost stories most of my life on dark stormy nights, and every bump in the night was never explained away by " Oh it's just the wind", or "It's just the house settling". Instead, I was always told, "It's just the spirits coming for a visit".
I have always had one spirit or another bouncing around where I lived.
The home I have lived in now for five years is filled with the little specters and we've had some times with them.
Two days after we moved in, I was doing my house work around when the house is quiet, the kids are asleep and my husband still at work. While doing dishes at the kitchen sink, I felt as if someone was watching me. I thought it was one of the kids up for a drink so I kept working. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end and I looked in the dark window in front of me. Two eyes looking right into my own, and not my reflection. The window was too high up for someone to just be standing there, and there was an electric stove in front on the other side. I turned to look behind me, but there was no one visible. After turning to the feeling several times, I finally ignored it, until an insect repellant can "rolled" out of the cabinet behind me and stopped at my feet across the room. I replaced it in the cabinet and two more times. Finally I pulled the glass window shut in front of it, to dry the dishes. The can flew out of the cabinet this time and just missed my head, slamming into the cabinet in front of me. I took the can back to the cabinet, and had to open the door to put it in. This time I said "Stop it, I'm busy and don't have time to mess with you right now!" It stayed put. Each night I could feel the eyes on me but ignored it. Eventually it settled down when I started finishing my work earlier.
A few months later, while going through the kitchen, I saw a little boy in the hall from the corner of my eye. I continued watching him from this view, so he wouldn't know that I could see him. He had black hair cut in a page boy cut like my own son's, white shirt and black pants. When I turned to face him, he was gone. I have seen him two other times once in the hall and once in my yard. Once I saw a woman standing in front of my picture window, her feet going right through our sofa. She had one of those 40's rolled back hair styles, and a floral dress on. I stared right at her. She was crying and appearing to be watching for someone to come to the house. I asked her if I could help her and she faded away.
My entire family has seen the man's shadow walking down our hallway and can hear his footsteps as if he is walking on a hard wood floor but it's carpeted. He scares my husband half to death who never believed in ghost until he married me and each house we live in has had spirits in them. He thinks that I attract them.
Most recently I was awoke by a man pulling hard on my ear. I have never seen him before and he's a dark slightly frightening man. He had on a long black coat and black clothes like Mormons from long ago. His hair was dark black with a widows peak and his face thin and drawn. His expression was angry. My husband and I moved into a room we had redone that was once the sun room, and one of my older son's now has the room but he won't sleep in there because the window opens by itself.
We don't show fear, I heard that they can't hurt you unless you let them, but I had a bruise for days on my ear.
A lot of things happen in the house. The lights go on and off by theirselves along with our television. The light bulbs blow similtaneously and we keep a drawer full of them. Cabinet doors open and close by theirselves, forks and sharp knives disappear and never come back so we are always replacing them. The toilet flushes by itself and the water taps are always just turning on, doors slam and we can hear a baby crying late at night and no one around has one. Sometimes the power goes completely out and everyone else still has power in town, and we haven't blown any thing, we just have to let them come back on when it gets ready. Pretty creepy? That's just a smidge of the odds that happen. There is often the smell of smoke and burned wires, cabbage or rotting meat at the strangest of times, the smell of food cooking when no one is up and music from my daughter's music box when it isn't even wound late at night. Perfume wafts thorough our house, floral and light, and the smell of spicy cologne that none of us wear.
Things really come to a head when we do a spring cleaning, apparantly they like a clean house.
Our home was built in the 50's, It's had 4 families in it,
we and the family before are the only ones who have noticed the hauntings. I
know all the families who have lived here. We live near a place called the
I wanted to share a real story about a house I lived in when I was a kid so here it is...
I grew up in
I have 4 sisters and 2 brothers and they all witnessed something during the years that we lived there. The last thing that happened was very strange and I was happy to see that both my parents witnessed it as well and for once, they saw that all those years, when we told them that whatever broke, whatever noise they heard, wasn’t us kids but were actually ghosts. Here’s what happened…
Like I mentioned earlier, my parents had no choice but to
sell the house because the interest rates were way to high in the early 80’s
and my father, being the only one working, had trouble making the mortgage
payments. The “FOR SALE” sign was up and one of my sisters found herself an apartment
because she decided that at her age, it would be a good time for her to use
this opportunity and tell mom and dad that it was time for her to move out. She
bought herself some furniture and also bought herself a piano that she had
delivered to the old house until she would actually move to her new apartment a
few mouth later. My mother played the piano so she found some old music that
belonged to one of her great cousins who died in the house like all the other
eight from tuberculosis. She played some music but was playing one in
particular that she liked very much. According to some text that was written
behind the music sheet, it was also her cousin’s favourite that she played for
her siblings when they were exposed and a few weeks before she died. Anyway, a
few weeks after the piano was delivered, my mother noticed that the piano was
playing off key so my sister called the store where she bought it and the
salesman told her that he would send someone to tune it for her. The Piano
Tuner arrived, started tuning it and when he was done, he asked my sister if
someone had open the piano and played with the keys inside. She said no and the
tuner said that almost all the keys were so tight that they were about to
break. One thing he wouldn’t understand is that when a piano needs to be tuned,
it’s because the keys get loose so they need to be tightened. That wasn’t the
case, instead of loosening, they where tightening up. Anyway, it was fixed so
the man left. One week later, the same thing was happening, the piano was
playing off key so my sister called again and the Piano Tuner came to our house
and again, he couldn’t understand what was happening to the piano. He fixed it
and left. One week later, the same thing was happening, the piano was again
playing off key. The Piano Tuner and the Salesman came to the house to look at
the piano and again, the piano was having the same problem, the keys were very
tight, at the point where they would break one by one. The Piano Tuner said that he’s tuned pianos
for 15 years and he never saw or heard of such a thing, a piano that tunes by
itself. He said that if he was to call the head office in
What I believe is that my ancestors who died and were exposed in that house, their spirits were still there and new that the house that was kept in my family for years was for sale and were probably not happy about it and it was probably a way to show us their frustration. Today, that house is a Bed and Breakfast and my sisters and bothers and I, spent a night at the B & B. The owners of the house told us that a Medium was once their guest and when she came in the house, she told them that she could sense spirits and she believed that there were nine of them and that they were good.
Ghosts and Blindness
I have a story I'd like to share. I am totally blind. I've been this way since birth. We think it is hereditary because my brother is blind in one eye but has perfect sight in the other. Anyway, my family and I moved into this house when I was about three. The house bothered me at first. I cried almost the whole day the first day we were there. My grandmother even said to me, "Brettsy, you shouldn't cry at the new house." I don't know if the new sarounding bothered me because they usually do, or if I felt something noone else could feel. I eventually got used to the place and things seemed allright. However, a year later, I got up in the middle of the night. You know when you're a kid and your body says, "get up," you do. Well, I went into the livingroom and to call it a blindism, or whatever, I began running back and forth between the family room and the Foryay. I soon stopped abruptly when I heard another pare of feet running next to me. I figgured I should stop and maybe go sit on the couch. Well as I approached the couch I heard a person move over to make room for me. Then I heard a woman's voice somewhere in the room. It was undefinable as to where exactly it was coming from. It said, "Did you speak to dah?" By then I was scared pissless. I decided I'd better go back to bed. I lay there for a while and then I heard someone come into my room. I lay really still hoping they couldn't hear me breathe. The person approached my bed and began a rhythmic tapping on the wall and the bed. Two taps on the wall and one on the bed. Tap Tap bump, tap tap bump. I fell asleep but I woke the next morning with my head toward the foot of the bed and my feet toward the head of the bed, and on either side of my head were two pares of women's feet. It was as if I were lying at their feet. Soon my mom came in to wake me and comented on how I was sleeping. I asked her if she had seen the two women sleeping in my bed. She thought I was just being silly. The next night I was affraid to go to sleep. "There's someone in my room mom," I cried. "There's noone in your room," she sweetly replied. Well until I was about ten I was visited by these women. Sometimes not for a while and then frequency increased in times of trouble or low confidence like when my parents began having trouble and talked about devorcing. However, as I became a teenager and was quite sure of myself the visits completely stopped.
Years later after we moved out of that house my friend
Rollypolly and I thought to do some
research in the supernatural. We found
the demons name to be D.A.X. Rollypolly instantly got a really bad feeling . We
did a little research and we found that Dax is a name of a deamond found in
During the day my mom sometimes heard a child saying mama, and my mom seen toys fly out of my toybox. One morning my mom and dad were laying in bed and a ball went twords them and the wierd thing was is that, our house was on a slope so the ball went to the left but went to the right witch was up the hill in my mom and dad's bedroom, my mom said"my daddy jumped off the bed in shock because it scared the life out of him. The house was build in 1912. Before my mom and dad bought the house a man named Harry lived there for a long time. Harry's family for generations had lived there. Harry passed away in his chiar in front of the liveing room window and that's were my mom felt the coldest. Mom will never forget takeing a shower when we first moved in and haveing a man that she thinks was Harry standing directly behind her, she was so freaked out that she didn't even rinse off, she just hopped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her and called my dad. It was a great house, and Harry wasn't mean but my mom is glad that we moved.
i wrote just little while ago but i forgot to inform all of
a public place where you're sure to brush the paranormal surface. there is this
motel in west reading
i stayed there with my boyfriend for a weekend and afterwards i asked him if i was the only one who saw the black animals darting around from the corner of my eye. he was surprised that i saw them considering he's usually the first to notice if anything supernatural is around and promptly wards it off for me. i call them gremlins. this place is absolutely teeming with them. i read a lot people see them. my old roommate/sifu/mystic explains that they aren't actual gremlins but shadow-dwelling entities that appear in areas where things aren't going all that wonderfully--people dabbling with black magic, or just outright acting badly. some people have them that follow them everywhere. if you're one of these people i suggest a major lifestyle change.
Mushroom Mines in Soldier,
About a month ago I went to go visit a friend who goes to
On our way back to school we were talking about what we felt and what we heard and saw, that's all we could talk about for the rest of the day. I took the 2 hour drive back home and still the only thing on my mind was the Mushroom Mine. when I got home I got on the computer to check my e-mail. I got an idea to look the Haunted Mushroom Mine on the computer, and I came across your website and I read what you had put about the mines about the man following people out of the mine. I don't want to sound mean but I was kind of disappointed that there wasn't any back ground information on the mines like what happened there to make it so haunted. I think it is the most frightening place or thing I have experienced in my life. So I was thinking you should go there and get more info about it. Thank You for taking the time and reading this.
The Right Time to Share
I discovered your site many years ago, but thought that the time was right to share of my experiences of my home and the experience my family has had.
The first one I want to share w/ you is my parent's house. As far as I know we are the second family to have lived there and my family moved in the house in 1981. The stairway to the basement has always been a source of uneasiness, but the basement itself is worse. The basement is cut in half by a wall, we call the 2 parts downstairs (or sometimes the basement) and the basement basement. The downstairs/basement is the tv area and computer room. It also functions as a guest bedroom for visiting brothers from college. The basement basement is just an unfinished basement. The basement basement falls where the stairs are and so part of it has a sloping ceiling from the stairs. I used to play in that area as a little girl, but only during the day when my dad was down there working in his workshop.
When I have to go downthere, even to this day (and I am a 25 yr old woman) I turn on all the lights and get what I need as quickly as possible. I thought I was alone in feeling like something wanted to harm me (I get this feeling only in that part of the basement, the part under the stairs) until Christmas 2003 when my brother was teasing my sister in law about the "gremlins" (his word). It turns out that 3 out of the 4 siblings had felt the same thing, the unease, the feeling that whatever it was wanted to harm them. I never had a big problem w/ these feelings since I could usually avoid going into the basement basement, however, it grew harder the time my dad recarpeted the stairs and left the stairs bare for a couple of weeks. I tried to avoid going downstairs at all b/c of the feelings that something wanted to grab my ankles.
The next experience was one that my brothers had at our grandmother's house.
They were spending the night at her house sleeping on the 2 couches in the living room when they were woke up by the sound of a coo coo clock they couldn't see (we later learned that granny had one, but it was broken in the attic and wasn't fixed for 20 years). One of my brothers looked into my grandparent's bedroom (directly across from him) and saw a woman sitting, brushing her long hair in front of my granny's vanity. They say she looked at them through the mirror, smiled, and vanished. They, of course, told us and mom the story, but mom claims that it was just granny brushing her hair in the morning and that they didn't recognize her b/c she had always worn her hair up, not down.
The last story I would like to share is when I visited the
Concentration Camp named Buchenwald in what used to be
These are my experiences and my families. Thank you for allowing me to share them.
Hi, my name is Jordan, I'm only 16 but I've had a lot of experiences with ghosts.
I dont even know where to begin...well...I guess I'll tell you about the first house I lived in. I live in a township called Ridley right outside of Philadelphia. The house I lived in was only 50 or some years old when we moved in in the late 80s, when i was born. The neighbors told us that the couple who lived there before never got along. The man was a cop and one day his wife took his gun and shot him while he was shaving in the upstairs bathroom.
Well...we had lived in the house for a few years before anything really happened. One day while my brother was playing soccer he sprained his ankle and had to use crutches. Since it was hard for him to get around, he stayed at home while the rest of my family (me, my mom, my dad, and my sister) went out to buy a christmas tree since it was coming up close. When we all got home, we found our brother running out of the back door without his crutches screaming and crying, holding our dog Watson in his arms. He threw him into the car and we headed to our granmoms house. He told us that he had gone up to the bathroom and saw a strange light in my and my sisters room, assuming it was just the car pulling into the driveway and the headlights shining through the window. But after he got out of the bathroom, the light was right in front of him. He told us it was in the shape of a person and held his hand out to him and he heard a voice say "run danger life". Well he definently ran. He ran down the steps and out the door just as we pulled up. That was the first encounter any of us had.
After that, strange things kept happening, our piano and my dads guitar would play by themselves, the water in the bathroom upstairs would turn on by itself, my brothers globe would spin around without anyone touching it, ceiling fans or lights would turn on and off, and my dog would constantly stare up the steps growling and barking at nothing. Atleast nothing we could see. I also heard things from my sister and brother, my sister told me she saw it standing in my parents bedroom looking out of the window. My brother told me he was in the bathroom and the shower curtain started to pull open by itself very slowly. One thing that freaked me out the most was when my sister told me she had woke up in the middle of the night and saw a figure standing over me while i was sleeping. But for some reason when she told me this, I wasnt scared. After a few years, my parents were divorced. My mom and us moved into an apartment only a few minutes away so that i wouldnt have to change schools. One day after school I was at my Dads house, our old house, and I was sitting on the couch watching TV, only me and my dad were there. I felt someone come up behind me and pat me on the head, then walk up the stairs. A few minutes later my friend came to the door and I went to my dads room to get a brush and he was sleeping in his bed. No one else was there but him, and I never heard anyone come back downstairs. I used to hear footsteps all of the time when i was home alone and almost every morning while I was getting ready for school when i was little I would see it standing in the hallway.
Well, my Dad ended up moving out of the place a few years later and into an apartment. Nothing has happened here.
Meanwhile at my moms apartment, only a few things had happened. Three major things happened there. The first thing, my mom was by herself and she was sitting on the couch, and she said that suddenly the light in her bedroom turned on and the door shut. We found her standing outside on the steps. Another thing, I was sitting up very late at night or early in the morning, however you want to look at it, it was 4:30 am. I was on the computer and I heard a strange noise in my ear, the only way i can describe it sounding was like a robot or something. It freaked me out so I went to bed. The strange thing was, the next night I went to bed earlier, but couldnt fall asleep. It was almost 4:30 when I had last looked at the clock. I heard the sound again out in my living room minutes later. A few weeks after I was going to bed, and I noticed a ball of light in the corner of my room...I figured it was just a light coming in from the window, since it was directly opposite from it, but when i rearranged the blinds, nothing changed about the ball of light. But I wasnt scared, I got the same feeling that I did when my sister told me about the ghost standing over me. Somehow I knew that it was the same ghost...I just get this feeling that he was watching over me for some reason...but nothing has happened since I turned 13.
Other things have happened, but I figured this is already long enough. I am very interested in ghosts...but not when theyre in my home.
My grandmother died back in 1994. I was about 5 years old at the time. When my father was going to visit her in the hospital and he sensed a spirit walking by him and he recognized the smell of his mother. He walked into the room and was informed that she had passed away. Later, after the funeral I was laying in my bed and I wasn't completely asleep but I was almost there. I then saw a figure of my grandmother standing there and she told me she wasn't in heaven yet, but she was going to be there soon. I told my parents about it and they didn't think all that much of it because I was so young. Well during the winter of 1994 but Dad starting hearing banging noises along the house and went he went outside to see what it was, he noticed there were no footprints or anything. The minute he would go back to bed the banging noises would start again. Also around that time my sister would lay in bed and hear distinct footstephs that sounded like my grandmother walking up but when she would look down the stairs no one was there. A very religous neighbor of mine told my family to pray for her because she was probably just a lost soul and couldn't find her way. We dont hear her as much anymore, but I notice as im writing this there are noises downstairs and no one is home. I'm going to investigate.
My own ghost story happened when I was about 15 years
old. My friend and I were walking in the
cemetery, which is something we did on a regular basis considering we were
neighbors and shared the same back yard.
In this case, it was the
My Own Haunting
I am from
i was 19 weeks pregnat when i miscarried my twin boys. Three months later i was pregant with a little girl.. Two years later i had a son and one night i kept hearing one of his cars making noise (one you have to push a button to make it work) i finally went to his room to tell him to go to sleep and that car was in another room! I ran out and told my boyfriend to cloe the door and he said well they can go through doors and i said well thats true - then my son went to that room and i yelled for him to come out and my boyfriend said " maybe it's his brothers" i say well kids can see ghosts so lets see - my son walked almost into the room, stopped, and then yelled rah! (Like if you were scaring someone) and walked away. Ever since then my daugher keeps saying she wants to play with her baby brothers and once in a while we will hear only my sons toys make noise - boy toys- we've come to live with it and i tell my kids they are here watching over them - My boyfriens (all my kids dad) is from Concho Ok. - a very haunted place.
One Strange Week
One day in the summer of 2003 a girl who was badly beaten stumbled onto my front lawn. No one else being home my mother 9months pregnant decided to call for some help. After calling the police, she rushed out side to attend to the girl, her head had been brutally abused, her head was bashed in badly and blood was gushing out of the open wound. my mom asked the young girl who had done this to her but she did not respond. Once the police and ambulance came we never found out about what happened to the girl. Recently my mom woke up in the morning, around 7:30, and the front door was wide open, she did not think anything about it. Later on that day, she and my dad were relaxing in the living room when all of the sudden a the dogs began to bark very loud as though someone was walking in our yard. Sitting up, my parents saw a young girl about the same age, and simmilar features as the girl that had wandered into our yard years before, she turned up the drive way and towards the front door. My mother mistaked the girl for a sales person, and opened the front door, just as that happend, the dogs became silent and the girl was gone. the next few days, various and frightening happenings occoured, the T.V would turn on, on its own, the door would open as the whole family was sleeping. on one occasion, a friend of mine was awaiting my arrival home, she and her mother were waiting in their car in front of our house, they were looking at the window, and saw blue lights flashing inside. that very same day my boyfriend said that someone signed on AIM with my mom's screen name and kept putting the away message on all day. Soon after the happenings stopped. We don't know if the girl had anything do do with all that happened that strange week.
Peter and Jonathon
This story happend about 2 years ago. My moms dad Peter died
when she was like 6 years old. So she never really got to know him and
naturally I didnt know him. One night my friend Mandy was staying the night at
my house. We had been planning to shaving cream my brother that night because
he had gotten us twice before and we were looking for revenge. LOL Both our
rooms are upstairs with the stairs in the middle of them. About 2am Mandy and I
got up to do the deed. I told Mandy to go downstairs and get the shaving cream.
I stayed in my room and waited. She walked out the door then came back in a few
seconds later and said "Josh is standing at the bottom of the staris and
he seen me!" I opened my door and looked across at Josh's room and seen
him laying in his bed. I told Mandy. "
I was asleep one night about a couple of years ago. I woke up really late like about 2 or 3 in the morning. I looked through the doorway of my bedroom door and I saw a dark figure move quickly across. I called out, "mom?" There was no reply. Then I saw her face. Only, it wasn't really her, her eyes were red and menacing. I could tell it wasn't her. It was something evil. But just as quickly as I saw her, she disappeared. Thinking that the darkness was playing tricks on my tired eyes I sat back to go back to sleep. Then something very strange and frightening happened. I was lying on my back and completely paralyzed. I could not move any part of my body. I tried to call for my mom but my voice was somehow choked. All I could do was think. I prayed to God in my mind to forgive me of my sins, to save my life and my soul. Then I saw this blue square box-like shape hover above me. It was slightly translucent. (it looked like a tv screen, snowy-like when it makes that white noise sound) Well to me it felt like this object thing was draining my energy. I felt my eyes starting to close but I fought to keep them open. Before I closed my eyes I could see a transparent blue illumination figure exactly like me being pulled into the blue box. My last thought was God I love you please save my soul. I believed the figure of me to be my soul. Next thing I know I open eyes, sit up real fast covered in sweat and scared to death. I got down on my knees and prayed to God thanks for saving my life. Nothing like this has ever happened to me and hasn't since then. I'm not sure what the blue box was to this day. I'm a real skeptic for ghosts but this most definitely was not a dream so I have no idea what it was!!!
Something to Scare You on a Cold Winter Night
When I was a child in middle school I had a very frightening
experience that continued off and on for approxiamately 10 years. When I was a
child I lived on Travis AFB in
Then about three years later I was living in a house in
I did not see it again until years later. Just before I got married. I was not alone when I saw it this time. My fiancee was with me and she saw it too. We were in front of her uncles house and we both smelled this horrible stench. we looked up and the thing was right in front of us about a foot away. My fiancee being Catholic and having holy water threw the water at it and it disappeared and I have not seen it since.
We have been in our house for eleven years and during that entire time we have felt we aren't alone. On many occasions I have had the feeling someone is watching me....not from outside the house, but inside. I have been in my basement and couldn't get upstairs fast enough because a feeling of dread overtakes me.
While alone in the house I hear noises...no pets were in the house at the time, although we do have pets. The sound was that of something coming up the stairs.
My son who is now six has commented about ghosts in his room. I do know the original owner's son was born in that room and that he passed away many miles from our home a few years ago. However, the activity existed long before he died. We are not aware if anyone died in our home.
An acquaintance who once dated a girl who lived in our house thirty plus years ago asked if we had seen the ghost in our house. I did not have the chance to ask what he was talking about.
The strangest event happened to my husband today. He said he took clothes out of the dryer and his pants and shirt were buttoned while in the dryer. I have a friend who also talked of this happening in his house.
We are in the process of moving and are away from the house for as long as ten days at a time. My husband says the occurances seem to be happening more as we spend time away from the house.
I no longer live in the house as my son and I have moved to our new home in another state. That house is brand new and nothing happens here that is of a supernatural nature.
If it was only one person in the house who was experiencing things I would be skeptical. I almost forgot...our cats would often stare at nothing.
The Witches Tree in Wilder
An experience that I had at the tree. My cousin told me of the tree so of course I wanted to see it. After passing the three humps in the road at 2:00 in the morning I came to a curve that my cousin told to slow down on good thing because if I had been by myself I would have wrecked into the tree that was in the middle of the road. Now I don’t mean laying down I mean planted in the road. After observing the tree I did a burn out next to it. (bad move) Before I got off of the road my car broke down three times as if each witch took a lash at me. My fan belt split twice long ways and once side ways to deliver the final blow. Freaky, you can say that. My car showed no sign of belt wear just cuts.
True Story in
I have a haunting to share with you. In 1993 I had a temporary job cleaning the
top floor of
occassions as I was getting ready to leave for the night, I would see a woman
dressed in a flowing evening gown roam from classroom to classroom. I only worked
there for about six months but discussed my visions with others who had had the
same job before me. Each person reported seeing the same thing as I. Needless to
say, we never shared this info with any of the students. My two sons' were
attending this school at the time, so I did not discuss it with either of them. You
may contact me at: firstname.lastname@example.org
While I was stationed in
My True Stories
Hi my name is Melissa from Virginia Beach VA. I have had some strange things happen to me on this 26 years of life here on this planet. These stories are the truest to my knowledge and I hope you enjoy them. I have alot to say so sit back and enjoy!
The year was 1985 I was 5 or 6 and I was in Lake Winnipisauke New Hampshire with my mom and her boyfriend. We were taking a walk after dinner and I saw someone walking at the edge of the woods were it meets the road. He seemed to be an Indian he was naked except for his bottom half being covered up. He was staring at me and my eyes were locked I wanted to get my moms attention but I could not look away nor speak. When I could finally tell my mom to look she did and she said "what man I don't see anyone" I was very confused and couldn't understand why they couldn't see or hear him walking in the woods. We turned around and I looked in the woods trying to find him no luck, when we got back to the cabin I wanted to find him again still no luck. I never forgot about him and I know what I saw, people think I'm crazy when I tell them the story but now I realize it was an Indian ghost and children do see things that adults can't see.
The year was 1993 I was 14 and we moved into this really
great house in
The year is 1999 and my family moved to
My next story is quite strange it's one of those things that
make you wonder if our angels can be placed into human form. It was summer 2004
I was in
the car she tells me I have beautiful reddish hair (as she
strokes my hair) just like hers when she was younger (my hair has a tint of red
depending on the hair dye!) Then she tells me how beautiful my kids are and
asks how old they are and their names (Hannah was 5, Ian was 3) she tells me
I'm very lucky. Then out of nowhere she tells me her bithday