Crunch
By:
lavalizard65915@yahoo.com
it was on christmas night
when all this happened.
everyone was leaving to the
program and i was home alone with my dog. i was laying down on the couch
watching some christmas movie almost about to doze off. when i was almost
asleep i heard movement behind the other couch across from where i was and i
thought it was only the dog so i left it alone. the noise kept getting louder
like something chewing on a bone. when all of a sudden my dog barked from the
outside and the chewing noises stopped, that woke me up because i thought the
dog was in the house with me. i looked toward to where the noises were coming
from but it was a little too dark to see because there was only the t.v. on. i
kept my eyes on the spot where the noises were and sure enough i saw something
but couldnt notice what it was. then the t.v. turned off and that scared me
alot, i was frozen and kept my eyes on the spot. it was dark inside but i still
can see the 'thing', it looked like it was moving toward me very slowly,
crawling like. the window curtain was open so there was a little light from the
moon and i can see it, the whole thing. to me it looked like a half-person. i
was VERY scared and couldnt believe what i was seeing. i closed my eyes hoping
that it would go away, when i opened my eyes it was still there and i can see
its eyes looking back at me wide-eyed. i closed my eyes and started to pray as
hard as i could, then the t.v. turned back on. i got up from the couch and
turned the lights on, to this day i still wonder if it was a dream or not. then
again, i hear stories from my sisters about something sounding like its eating
in the house when they're alone.
Convinced
By:
Sarah.Smith@treloar.org.uk
my name is sarah I am a
sixteen year old girl from
My story:
I have just left a school
for disabled children in
I was sat at my computor
emailing friends. Some of my class mates were also in the room but they were
sat at their desks which were at least a foot away from mine.
Anyway, all of a sudden I
felt something touch my head. It was like somebody with freezing cold hands
giving me a head massage.
At first I thought that it
might of been my friend Holley playing with my hair because she does that a lot
and her hands are usually cold. So I turned round to ask her if she knew how
cold her hands were but she wasnt stood behind me!
Instead she was sat with her
boyfriend at his computor desk which is about three foot away from mine. It
would have been impossible for her to touch my hair.
Worried that I might have
been imagining things, I asked my friends if they had noticed anything. Most of
them said no, except my boyfriend who said he had noticed a black shape stood
near me but couldn't be sure of what he saw.
After this I became very
scared and decided it would be better if I left the room. I have not
experianced anything after this incident and would rather I didn't.
Thank you for listening and
keep up the good work
Conestoga
By: PHLAEAGLS@aol.com
I came upon your site while
searching for a haunted tour in
We had a 2 story house, with
offices in the lower part (Dad sold insurance).
This was out in the country...
Probably the most scary
thing that happened was when I was outside in the woods in front of the house
and I turned around, and a black figure with glowing red eyes was in front of
me, about 10 feet away. I could see the
house through the figure, so it was transparent. I can still see that like it was yesterday,
and I'm 30 now, so it was about 22 years ago.
I told my parents but they didn't believe me. It vanished in front of my eyes. I always believed the house was haunted, and
was always scared to be alone. I used to
lock myself in my room when I no one was home, which was often. My father used to say the house was buried on
an indian burial ground, and I've found many arrowheads on the property, so who
knows, maybe he's right.
There's my story!
Camping Nightmare
By: Jmuchtoolate@aol.com
I have a story I would like
to share. I was about 18 or 19 and Krissy a friend and I decided to go camp out
for the night. My family has some farmland and I decided that was the best
place to go. So we packed up and left for the site, When we arrived to my
uncles farm I told them that we were going to camp out on the river bank until
morning then we would leave. Well everything was going well, fire burning and
everything. I fell asleep about 11:30 after making sure she was sleeping
well, About 1:30am Krissy woke me and
ask if I heard something in the water, I told her we were in the country and it
was just an animal in the river. Alittle later she woke me again and said
"listen to that sound" I sat up and for a few seconds didn't hear
anything and then, I heard something that I had never heard before, I was
rasied in the country know how animals behave at night( deer,dogs raccoons).
But this was something not natural. There was the sound of someone or something
in the river, and not natural sound. The hair on the back of my neck stood up
the sounds got closer (sounded like someone thrashing around in the river . By
this time Krissy could see what it was and all I could hear is the sound of a
low groaning like something was in pain. I ask her what do you see and she
jumped up and ran. I started to turn around and that little voice in the back
of my mind said RUN AND WHAT EVER YOU DO DON'T LOOK BACK. So I ran up the bank
and met up with Krissy at my truck. That is where we spent the night but I
didn't sleep much,
I ask her what seen and all
she would say is SOMETHING when I ask something what?? she would cry. I went to
the river back to get our camping gear and check for animal tracks but no
tracks to be found on the back just the camp, the burned logs from the camp
fire but no tracks. I have visited the
site many times but only in the daytime and still get the strange feeling that
there is something there. To this day Krissy will not tell me what she had seen
on the river bank. Its still always SOMETHING but after a few years she now
will say SOMETHING HORRIBLE that noone should ever see again. Its been almost
10 years since then and still the hair on the back of my neck stands up even
now, writing my story for your readers.
Apartment Spirit
By: Tucsontobey@aol.com
Hi, I wanted to add one of
my experiences to the website, so I thought I would share it with you. I moved
into an apartment in the beginning of 2004, and from the time that I stepped
into the house, it felt as if someone was watching me. I would get real nervous
being home alone when my mom and my siblings would leave. I had several
encounters with what I believe is the spirit or spirits of the apartment. I was
in the shower on time, and I heard footsteps in the bathroom. I always lock the
door so no one could've gotten in. The water turned brown and when I turned to
shut the water off, I saw a shadow of a person standing on the other side of
the curtain. I pulled it open and there was nothing there. Also, my couch was
against a wall that looked right down the hall to the bedrooms. My sister's
room was right across from mine. On three occasions, I saw a black shadow
figure run from room to room back and forth. One night, I went to bed it was
around
Animal Sensitivity
By: sodapoplvr@comcast.net
Ok, some people think cats
& dogs ect. Can see ghosts. Well I used to own rabbits, mice, hamsters,
stuff like that. Well, I got a cat right before some of my other pets starting
dying. Each time one would die, he would watch nothing run around. Once while
he was a kitten, he began watching the
bathroom door. I was sitting on the floor and watched him back up slowly, then
run behind the toilet. Then he ran to the other side and peeked around the
edge. He could barely leave the b-room. Also once he saw something on the other
side of the bed, then ran to the door and stopped dead. He looked behind the
door and made him self jump then ran down stairs. None of my 3 cats would go in
my room for a few weeks.
All My Life
By: mlynnette74@yahoo.com
Let me start out with basic
info, I am presently 31, and since I was a child I recall a ton of strange
things and sightings, and sounds.
I grew up in
And then, we rented another
house. My first night there, I saw a man in my hallway, i was in the kitchen
and i saw him come from the bedroom into the living room, at first i thought it
was my husband, and when i realized it was not, thought not again. I didn't
feel threatened by this man, just very aware of his presence. I would drive to
the corner store and literally see him in the passenger seat of my vehicle.
Still not frightened, I thought ok, this one is ok. 5 months passed and I was
laying down next to my husband talking, when i saw this little girl pass threw
the doorway to my bedroom and instantly screamed, i was so scared, chills and
tears. I clinged to my husband whom at this point was freaking out completely
he had never seen me so frightened. I closed my eyes while he got up to see
what I saw, or at least to try and put sense to it. nothing. As I knew he would
find, absolutely NOTHING. Then sl ly but surely the dreams began again. The
foresight was coming back. Well, now 31 new house, and a busy life. I have
lived in the new house 5 days a whole 5 days. And 2 nights ago, while we were
all awake, and in the living room. a knocking came to our door. No one in
sight. the curtains were open and just a nod of the head is a view to the door.
NO ONE. Last night, again, the dreams
began. I awoke at
A Story To Tell
By: OLdyRainO@aol.com
Hello, my name is Reana..and
I came across your site the other day and it sparked memories of an instance
that happened to me when I was around 8 yrs old. I have never really told
anyone other than my Grandmother and Mother, because the whole thing shook me
up so bad..and I also thought everyone would think me completely crazy..or just
imaginative. I was watching TV with my Grandma one night in her room, which was
dark at the time <no lights on>..when she left the room to get a cup of
tea, I jumped on her bed and laid down on my back watching the TV upside down
with my head hanging off the edge a bit...when I felt something tug my hair,
quite forcefully, as if to pull me off the bed. I quickly tried to jump up in
surprise and a bit of fright...but as I tried to sit up it felt as if a heavy
weight was keeping me against the bed...out of nowhere a shadowy figure
appeared atop me, as if straddling my body and placed both its
"hands" against my mouth..I tried screaming for my Grandma but it
really was as if a person was covering my mouth...my sounds only came out as a
muffle. I looked up all the while as this was happening, and the shadowy
presence looked as if it was wearing a dirty torn "shroud" covering
it's head and "body". Though it looked so transparent and misty...it
still held me in place...and I can remember red eyes....and as I was fighting
to get free, it looked down at me and laughed this almost Horror movie-ish
sounding evil, gritty cackle like laugh...and disappeared..as if nothing happened.
I tore out of the room crying and sobbing to my Grandma...I think my hysterics
and shaking scared her witless...but I remember her just hugging me and trying
to calm me down...she's as rattled about it as I was. And I never went back in
that room. I know this sounds completely crazy...but I swear every bit is
true...I'm 25 now and I can still see that figure in my mind to this day and
that spooky laugh..it still gives me chills when I think of it. I guess my only
question is was it a ghost...a demon....I don't know what to think
anymore...I've always believed in the paranormal...but have never witnessed it
as I did that day when I was a little girl.
Well, thank you for letting
me get it off my chest.. :)
A Poltergeist and my Little
Brother
By:
amretherford@insightbb.com
my brother seems to attract
supernatural activity, though he has managed to consistantly ignore it through
his lifetime. still, i grew up with him. i saw what was happening, though he
seemed to be pretty sucessful at blocking out the realization that it was
happening around only himself. for one, as a teenager, he had a poltergiest. it
wasn't the kind you read about in ghost stories. it wasn't always there,
tormenting us, but it would make itself known here and there, and always when
he was in the house. once, it pulled one of thoes tiny computer speakers off of
a shelf. the speaker wire was running behind a row of heavy books, all of which
tumbled onto his head. i saw this happen. the speaker literally hovered there
in the air for a few seconds before it fell with the rest of the contents of
the shelf. it would hold the front door half shut sometimes when we tried to
unlock and open it. once or twice, it actually shoved the door shut in my
father's face. and once, it spoke my name aloud when i was cleaning the
livingroom. it was a woman's voice, low and raspy. my brother was sitting in
his room at the time, reading, no music, no computer, absolutely silent and
with the door shut. and of course, it couldn't have been him. it was a woman.
once it manifested as a black shape in our hallway and enveloped my mother. i
could not see any of her inside whatever it was, but i could still hear her
screaming right next to me. luckily, it didn't actually hurt her. she jumped
back and nearly took me down in trying to escape. after regaining my balance, i
looked up and found it had gone, leaving only a moonlit hallway. my brother was
asleep just beyond the door the shape had appeared in front of.
the other thing that
happened to him started when he displayed a family heirloom on the back of his
bedroom door. my grandfather's job in WW2 was to pick up the dead bodies of
American soldiers. once, he took a Japanese flag off the chest of a fallen
Japanese soldier as he was rooting around for more American bodies to clean up.
it was soaked in the man's blood. he probably shouldn't have taken it, i know,
but it had already been in my father's possesion for years before i realized
how wrong it was for my grandfather to have done something like that. this man
DIED for that flag, probably, and then the flag was raided off of him by an
enemy soldier. now, it's a threadbare rag with a red circle in the middle,
blood stains still easily visible, turned dark brown, stored safely away from
the house in a little box in the storage shed.
the flag still reeks of
rotten blood. i have no idea why my brother wanted to display the thing. maybe
he thought a blood soaked flag would look cool. he WAS pretty young at the
time, afterall. anyways, the nightmares started the night he hung the flag. he
started waking up, moaning. i've always been a chronic insomniac and our rooms
shared a poorly insulated wall, so i was awake most nights and could hear him
do it every night he had the nasty blood soaked thing up in his room. i could
hear him walking around in there, too. really fast, nearly stomping, and it
almost sounded like there were several of him, all wearing heavy boots and
making them clomp around on his hardwood floor. he started reporting that he
was dreaming of a forest scene appearing in his room, with soldiers marching
through, getting mowed down by gunfire. he said it was so vivid he could smell
gunpowder, see flashes of light from the explosions reflecting off the paint on
his walls, smell blood and hear men screaming from the bushes that had somehow
appeared out of his floors. once, he told me he was unsure whether it was a
dream or a waking hallucination. he often told me that the dreams scared him
because most nights he would see a dead man on his floor, all full of bullet
holes. he said he was scared to leave his bed, even to pee.
but what about those
footsteps? i didn't tell him about my hearing that because i knew he would do
like he always did when something strange like that happened around him and
pretend he didn't understand. it was as if he knew, but didn't want to know.
he must have guessed
something, though, because he took the flag down after about a month of sleep
interrupted by the same gory nightmare and let my dad put it in the storage
shed in our backyard. the nightmares instantly stopped.
that very night he slept
peaceful for the first time in weeks. no more sounds of booted feet coming
through my wall, either.
Police Officer Has An
Encounter
By: CasonFamily@cox.net
I am a law enforcement officer
for the State of
"Sammy the
Prankster"
By: ZwanPrincess1@aol.com
Since I was about 8 years
old, I have had dreams about a little blond haired boy (about the size of ten)
with a bowl hair cut, striped long sleeved shirt and blue jeans. In my dreams,
he was always just standing in my livingroom with his pale face, staring at me.
In my dreams he was in, my house was always haunted. Well, about three years
ago, things got weird in my house.
My bedroom is connected to the livingroom
which is closed off by two painted glass double doors. My bed use to face the
glass double doors, and at night I'd just lay awake and would feel someone
watching me while my parents slept in the next room. I would see the silhouette
of a child about four feet tall at my bedroom door, just stand there. It never
moved, only faded. I never felt threatened just uncomfortable as this was
something totally new to me. As weeks went on, I finally told my mother because
she is the only person who, like myself, believe in the paranormal. She then
told me that some nights while she falls asleep watching TV in the livingroom,
she would see a little boy staring at her from the kitchen doorway (the rooms
are all connected). She described the boy and it sounded very similar to the
boy I had dreams about as a girl.
Months went on, and we let
my dad know-who is an extreme skeptic by the way. He was the only one who
didn't take the boy seriously. My mother and I dubbed the ghost 'Sammy'-it
seemed to fit. Then things started to get funny. It seemed like Sammy started
picking on my dad. At night, my dad sleeps with the air conditioner full blast
or he can't sleep. He awoke during the nights several times because the air
conditioner was turned completely off. He complained to me. He went to boil
some eggs for himself while my mother and I sat talking in the livingroom, he
returns to the kitchen and yells because the flame is on all the way high when
he left it low. He thought I did it. At 3 or
Sammy's still here, even
though I moved my bed to face another section of my room, he sits on the ledge
of my father's doorway and watches me sleep. He still comes to make my feet
vibrate when I'm trying to sleep but we've gotten use to him around. I talk to
him out loud from time to time. He's a good kid. I just wonder what happened to
him that he's still here.
Haunted House
By: Aschunemann2@aol.com
This is My personal
experience with my house. First a little bit of personal information. I can see
and hear people and animals. My husband never believed in what I can do until I
told him info I could never know. Back to the house where we lived until last
week. There is sevcera.l spirits in our home. One that even my children have
seen and are not afraid of: his name is Frank short for Francis he sits at our
table and reads the same book every night. He flips the same pages. He also
checks on the kids in their rooms. He is a grandfatherly type. There is also an
older female her name is Margaret she was a very miserable mean person and
still is as a spirit. My children do not like her. We also have a little girl
who is Mischievous she is abt 7 her name is Stephanie she runs around the house
at night banging on the walls and doors and makes the dogs bark. I have tried
everything to send them home but they refuse to leave. Only Frank has gone to
God.
In Reference to the
Selesians
By: jmcastro-t@comcast.net
My girlfriend and I joined a
group of six others, a paranormal research group one night. We had many
encounters that night. There are many children spirits there, both inside and
out. There is also a demon spirit, possibly two. My video camera worked fine
before and after. However, It wouldn't while we were inside or on the grounds.
It also could shoot infrared as well. When inside the gym, my friend heard a
horrible snarreling growl pass by her and a friend. It wanted us out. Also,when
we were in the boiler room, We got a low temperature reading only in the boiler
,.then we all(our group of four) heard the school bell ring. It was a little
faint,and definatly time to leave. By the way, there was no electricity that
the bell could ring. Upon leaving, I noticed that the only building that had
collapsed, was the church there. Oh yes, when we entred the building I could
feel my bangs on the left slightly moving, I knew someone was playing with
them, and my friend could see it moving, I was never affraid of this
experience. So much more happened. I was upset when my son told me he went. He
too experienced a lot. My son and I have had many encounters that have been
whitnessed by others.
By:
griffininternational01@yahoo.com
Hi. I enjoyed looking at
your website and have always been fascinated by the supernatural. The story
about twin churches is close to what I heard growing up, but the version that
my grandfather told me was that the preacher was indeed having an affair, but
he was also involved in satanic rituals. After all was said and done, people
figured he was trying to "brainwash" his congregation. Somehow or
another he was discovered doing this by some of the elders of the church.
Anyway, they hanged him over his pulpit with his bible opened up to the previous
week's sermon. Then they closed the church and the lady was ran from town,
never to be heard of again. According to the story, that is the reason for the
heavy bible. I, personally won't go near the church, but I know people who
have. There is also a church in the town of
My First Time Ghost Hunting
By: colide@sbcglobal.net
Hello ! name is Deana . I
live in
My Husbands Visit
By: Lils4Love@aol.com
My husband of 21 yrs shot
himself after an illness that left no hope in his living more than a couple of
months longer. He was in pain and asked my forgiveness and asked others to take
care of me for him.
A psychic friend of mine
whom I only knew from online and knew nothing of my or my late husbands history, called me and told me that
my late husband was met by his father. She said he was resting now. I felt a
cold chill and then she asked me if I felt a chill and I had and then she told
me that was proof that it was true. She told me I would remarry after my next
birthday.
I did remarry after my next
birthday. On the 1 yr anniversary of my late husbands birthday, about 4 months
after his death, I had a vivid dream where he got up from a bed wearing
stripped pajamas and gave me a wordless hug. That night I also got a phone
call, and what I heard was the sound of static like I have never heard before
and I Knew it was my late husband. I have also had a vivid dream where my
mother came to me and gave me a hug. These vivid dreams are not ordinary and
for the record, I usually never remember dreaming!
My Terrifying Experience
By: brewergracie@yahoo.com
First off, I was so relieved
to find your site! My experience with ghosts has been a very evil and wierd
one. It's been a few months; and I am just now able to fall asleep without
jumping at everything real OR not real. I have told friends and family about
the things that have happened; I even went to a church to get help. However all
I "get" is,"you've lost it", "you're freaking me out,
shut up".; and at the church they looked at me like I was crazy and said
they could'nt help in that area. My paranormal experience started out in
catlike animals in the old apt. I was staying in with a friend.When I actually
saw this thing it was black and spongie,round in shape.I actually stepped on it
when backing up in the living room and thought I had accidently stepped on my
friends cat only to see her sound asleep in the kitchen.I later saw a teenage
boy in the living room sitting on a chair right in front of me- the chair was
always across the room in a corner. I had fallen asleep on the couch that night
and tossed to roll over only to be frightened half to death by this kid staring
at me! Out of fear I pretended not to be awake for I thought maybe some
"punk" had broken in and was going to hurt me when I awoke. I was
always alone whenever any occurences happened. This thing also followed me to
other locations.He, she, whatever, was also perverted! I was grabbed on the
rear twice- no one else was in the apt. Heard cat noises- not from the real
cat.A sexual "mmmmmmm" while undressing on one occasion.Poked from
behind once while downtown on my shoulder only to quickly turn around to see
nobody near to me.That particular day this thing had been bothering me all day.
I often woke up with strange looking cat scratches on my body- but didn't feel
a thing during the night.There are so many other inciden s, but I'd like to
talk to someone first before writting my full story- it's rather long.
Our Ghosts
By:
summerbreezex01@yahoo.com
I'll tell ya what our ghosts
can get on your nerves...we don't know where they come from since we are the
only family that has lived in the house...but we have at least 3 ghost living
with us.We know theres 2 males 1 female...there's really no begining to when
this started since it's been goin on since i was 4 yrs old...When i was little
and we 1st moved here, ( my parents had this house built ) i use to hear
voice's ...like people in another room talking...mostly in the early morning
hours..& id get up thinking my parents were up & no one would be
up...but i heard talking...i had told my mom about it she laughed...said i was
hearing things...as i got older..the voices stopped. Then in summer of 1985 i purchased the house
from my parents...and had my son that november...when he 2 1/2 yrs old &
just started talking ...he was tellin me about a lady floating over his bed in
a pink dress..and as he got a little older like 4-5 yrs old...he started
hearing voices & people talking...he's now 19 yrs old & still hears the
voices...but i do to...it really started for me about 3 yrs ago....i had just
remarried...my husband & i would lay in bed & hear music...even though
there wasnt any radios or tv's on...1 night i woke up to go to the
bathroom...as i got to the bedroom door i heard 2 male voices in the living
room talking...it was a low talk like they didn't want to wake anyone
up...thinking it was my husband & son..i walked across the hall...there
wasnt any lights on..i looked in my sons room ..he was sleeping and so was my
husband..i woke him up told him i heard 2 guys talking...he got up & looked no one there...this is a 1 floor ranch
house...these events happen quite often ...especially around thanksgiving &
christmas. A couple of month ago my son
works till early morning...he had come home & was in the bathroom shaving..it
was
The Ghost in my Childhood
Home
By: ninjaruss@hotmail.com
Hi and thanks for listening
to my story.
My name Is Russ Im 23. Im
Australian.
I grew up in a west
Australian suburb call Hilton it was mainly old pre ww2 weather board house,
the kind that were made for low income families. My family (Mum, Dad and My
younger brother Andrew) moved there when i was about 3. there was lots of cold
places especially in our play room and in the lounge room. things started
happening when i was 4. The first thing I remember was being in bed at night my
dog Jesse would sleep under the covers at the end of the bed she started to
growl. thats when i heard my name being said like someone was whispering it and
a lot of swirly mist twirling around the ceiling. I was really scared so i hid
under the covers till I eventually fell asleep. The sightings changed after
that night to an old lady in a floral dress who used to stand in the door way
and look into the room at night. She always looked the same but I can never
remember her face. some times I would awake to jesse growling and the old lady
would be standing over my bed if I tryed to ignore her so nights it would feel
like she was grabing my wrists and shaking me a little her hands would feel
like a freezer burn on my skin. but she wasnt the only thing in the house.
Little red things that you could see out of the corner of your eye would move
around in the lounge room at night and sometimes in the early morning and there
would always be whispering noises when they were around. there was never
anymore then 3 of them at a time. we move out when i was 8. Ive driven past the
old house a few times it still scares the crap out of me.
The Ghost Upstairs
By:
The story that I am about to
tell you happened to my boyfriend and I a couple of months ago. Well, I moved in to this house about a year
ago to live with my boyfriend. My boyfriend's
dad actually owns the house and he had it build only about 30 years ago. Anyways,
his cousin and his wife lived up stairs until just about a couple of
months ago. We live downstairs, it's
actually like a renovated basement appartment.
To get to the point, after his cousin's moved out and everything was
pretty much cleaned out upstairs, my boyfriend and I decided to take a bath up
stairs one night. We only have a shower
in our appartment so we were kindof excited to be able to take a bath. It was about
Thanks,
True Storie
By: cherryluvsjames@aol.com
This story was told to me by
my mother in-law. The story all begain with her mother. she was in her ninties
when she passed away and that was 2 years ago. Before she passed away she was
bed riden and my mother in law was the only one taking care of her. One day she
walked into her mother's room and to her suprise she had here arm up in the air
like she was reaching for something that wasn't there. She told me that she had
her arm up in the air for more than 20 min. Which at her old age was extremly
hard and painful for her to do but for some reason she didn't seem to be in
pain So my mother in law asked her what
is she doing and she replyed that she was reaching for the angel she asked if
she saw it and my mother in law replied that she didn't see anything there. A
few weeks past and my mother in law entered into her mothers room. When she got
in the whole room smelled like roses. This confused her because she didn't know
where the smell was coming from. Her mother wasn't allowed to use lotion or
soap with any kind of perfume in it because her skin was extremly sensative due
to her old age. She told me that her mother loved roses and she told her when
she passed away she wanted roses at her funeral. Couple of weeks past and she
passed away. Soon after she started to tell me stories of what was going on in
her house. The first storie she told me was that of my husband's friends who
had gone to visit her. She recalls 2 of them sitting on the sofa watching tv
while she was in the kitchen making dinner. The sofa was right next to the
stairs. While in the kitchen she heard them get up and slammed the door. So she
went to check to see what was going on and as soon as she opened the door they
screamed out"we just saw your mom walking up the stairs". Ever since
then they refuse to go back inside the house. Soon after that her neighbor
asked her if she could watch her 10 yr old daughter while she went out. she was
making lunch for the little girl and when she returned the girl was pale as a
"ghost". Worried something was wrong with the girl she asked her if
she was okay the little girl replied that she had just seen her mother walking
up the stairs. That was the last time anybody ever saw my mother in law's
mother. I guess when you're gone your not really gone at all. My mother in-law
tells me she feels safe because she knows her mom is around to watch over her.
She also said she knows her mom's spirit is happy because she could walk again
something she couldn't do for a long time.
Thanks for taking the time
to read this story
My Moms House
Hi, my name is
As I got older,
I didn't hear all the banging noises much but I did hear them
occasionally. Of course, my mom thought I was crazy and told me to stop
smoking the "wacky tobacco"!!! Then when I was 17, I brought my
son Chris home from the hospital, that is when I started to hear it walk across
the landing upstairs from my sisters room to my room, open the door and walk
around my bed, and it messed with a clock radio that I had on my headboard, it
would turn up the volume and change my station to static. Then it would
walk back around the bed and sit in the rocking chair next to my sons crib or
it would stand next to the bed, and it felt cold and like someone was
watching me. I would never open my eyes as I was afraid of what I would
see and after a few minutes it would walk out my door and towards my sisters
room. The next morning, I would wake up with my sister in my bed next to
me. Of course, she would say she didn't think there was anything or anyone in
the house but she wouldn't sleep in her room unless I was home and 99%, she
always ended up in my bed! At least 2 or 3 times a week I would encounter
the same thing with this person. One night, me being a new mom and very
tired, it was walking around, messing with my radio and I got irritated
and told it "Stop It!", and it suddenly stopped. Up until I was
21, I still heard footsteps going up and down the stairs with the normal visits
to my room. But after I told it to stop, it didn't seem to come around my
room anymore. I moved out after that.
At the age of
26, I ended up moving back into this house with my daughter and ended
up with my sisters old room, the one across from mine when we were kids.
My daughters bed was pretty much next to mine and one night I awoke to my
daughter clinging to me in my bed, telling me that she had seen an old man
standing at the foot of her bed watching. My daughter, who was 3 at the
time, was able to tell me what he looked like and what he was wearing. As
I said earlier, I always had to have the closet door closed and latched in that
room but when I looked at the closet door that I had shut and latched before
going to bed was opened. Needless to say, my daughter never did sleep in
her bed while staying in that room. A few weeks after that incident, she
had went to her dads for the weekend, I had fallen asleep with my t.v. on and I
woke out of a dead sleep from a feeling of someone watching me and I looked
toward the t.v., I saw that same man my daughter described to me, standing in
the middle of my room. I crawled to the end of my bed to turn on the
light and he was gone. But guess what...that damn closet door I had
closed and latched before going to be was once again opened!!! After
that, I slept on the couch for remaining two weeks I was in that house.
During the times
that I had moved out of the house, my mom or my brother would rent out the
rooms in the basement to close friends, naming a couple people, Christina and
Virgil. These two, I am sure rented the basement the longest, as my mom was
always quick to take in some strays of the streets of
Our other
roommate, Virgil, had the room next to Christina, said that one day he was
sitting in his room with the door open, not knowing Christina wasn't here,
thought she had just came home. He said that he had heard someone walk
down the steps, he called out to Christina and when no answer, he sat up out of
bed just in time to see a dark shadow move past the door and he jumped out of
bed to watch it move past the bar and to the laundry room. Still thinking
it was Christina, he walked in to the laundry to find no one there. He
then knocked on Christina's door and got no answer, then he went upstairs to
see if anyone was home only to find that he was alone or was he?
Just before I
had moved once again back home, Christina had told me that my mother who was
always a non-believer, told her that one day when my mother was laying on the
couch in the livingroom, knowing she was the only one home, heard what
seemed to be someone walking around upstairs, back and forth. Also that
when she was in her bedroom late at night, she started to hear someone banging
on her wall from outside, and that it was going from one side to the
other. She then said she got the gun out cause it sounded like a real
person was out there. But like all the others, no one was there
either.
Now, I have
moved back into this house and have the basement which is now converted
into a apartment with my two daughters, Allie (was 3 now 7) and Rayannah
(1). Allie can still remember the old man she had seen standing at the
end of her bed. Sometimes she gets scared when I leave her downstairs
alone, but I reassure her there is nothing to be afraid of. But still to
this day, we all have our stories of the person or persons still roaming this
house and know that he or she is not here to harm us, they just haven't found
the light to guide them to the other side........
The Jewish Cemetery
By: Riss23@aol.com
One night after work, I
picked up my friend Ryan to take some funky picture that we needed for an art
project. We went to various sites around the area and took beautiful pictures
of the lake, sunset, and train tracks. I remebered that there was an old jewish
cemetary up on a hill in are little central pa town. The cemetary had a really
cool fence and really awesome pictures views of the mountians surrounding us.
As we walked through the cemetary taking various picture, a weird vibe was
running through me and ryan's bodies. We qucikly decided to leave. As we reach
the car, we both heard a horifying scream comming from the open gates of the
cemetary. We stood there in fear and listen for more noises. Shortly after, we
heard screams from a baby. We got into my car and quickly left. As we left, we
both looked back and saw hands eaching out of the gate. We were so scared that
we went and sat on my porch all night long and telling all are friends about
it. The scare doesn't even stop there. After we got at pictures develope, a man
was standing in ripped closed with a shaven head in everyone of are photographs
(he looked like he was in the holocaust).
It was truly phenomonal and probably the most haunting thing that will
ever happen!
Amber Orbs
By: Roodogs@aol.com
September 4, 2004
The women on my mom’s side
of the family have been able to tap into and/or be given messages from the
other side. Some have dreams of births
and deaths. Some get feelings or just
have very good feminine intuition. I
sometimes have feelings and interpretations of my intuition that I share with
my husband and daughters. But my
youngest daughter quite often has much to tell the family of her interactions
with those from the other side. (Her
experiences with the spirit world are abundant are better shared later.) Her older sister listens with interest but
only has rare happenings with the other side to share.
My older daughter (9) was
very excited because last night she saw what she interpreted to be angels. While she was swimming in the pool just
after eight o’clock she saw gold stars in the back yard and in the trees. (They were not lightning bugs.) There were small gold lights floating
around. The gold lights had small rays
like the stars in the night sky. The
lights that were close were larger than those in the trees. The lights were moving slowly around but
mostly seemed to be going up. She felt
very special after seeing what seemed a supernatural event. Now she had an odd occurrence to share with
the family. She talked about it with
her younger sister and they decided that the gold lights must have been angels.
My older daughter shared her
story of the gold lights this morning while we were sitting in the living
room. On most days I probably would have
dismissed this story of the gold stars as the effects of chlorine in her eyes
as she had looked at the lights in the darkening evening sky. But I too had seen odd things in the back yard
the evening before.
My husband and daughters
were asleep by ten o’clock last night. I
didn’t want to go to bed so I continued playing computer games. I had purchased a new computer CD with 100’s
of games on it. I tried out some new
games that I hadn’t played yet. The
hours passed quickly as I worked out puzzles and tried to beat the clock on
other games. Around one o’clock I
decided that I needed to quit playing and go to bed. I took the dogs to the back yard for a
bathroom break. As I walked into the
back yard everything seemed hazy or almost a bit fogy in the yard. I just guessed that what seemed like blurry
vision was because I had been playing games and looking at a bright computer
screen for hours, and now I was in the dark with the moon nearing its half
phase. Then in the haze I saw gold
lights. The lights were saucer sized and
had the clarity and color of amber.
Small rays extended from the spheres.
I thought that I must be really tired since I was seeing spots in front
of me.
I am now at the point in my
life that I have had to start using reading glasses to help me with the words
in the newspapers and books. My hazy
vision and seeing spots made me a bit sad because I thought that I might also
be starting to have problems with my night vision.
When I looked at the lights
of downtown about three miles away the sky was clear and the downtown building
city lights were crisp and distinct. The
difference in the clear distant lights and what I was seeing in my own hazy
back yard was very odd. I decided that I
must have just stayed up way too late playing games on the bright computer
screen and went to bed.
This morning started as a
lazy Saturday morning that was great for sitting around a bit and watching some
TV. My daughter shared her story of the
gold stars the night before. I listened
to her story with interest in her details.
I then told her that I too had seen the gold lights in the back yard
three hours later. I believe her about the lights. Perhaps they were angels.
September 1, 2005
I wrote this story about a
year ago (the day after it happened). I
have had many odd happenings and stories to tell. This is one of my favorite personal creepy
stories because someone other than me shared the same unusual experience. Over the years I have noticed that sometimes
when strange things happen three days later something very bad happens like an
accident or a death.
A few months after my
daughter and I had seen the gold stars I started to wonder if my uncle had
passed away near the sightings of the gold stars. I found and read his funeral memorial
pamphlet that had been put away in the memory box. I pimpled all over with chills as I read his
memorial. He had died three days after
we had seen the gold stars.
My daughters might have been
right. Maybe the gold stars really were
angels. Angels coming to take my uncle
home.
By:
that_was_zen_this_is_tao@hotmail.com
Couldn't help but come
across your site-and I wasn't too surprised! Montanna has alot of er...old
mountain feeling, and buddies and I have often come across stuff that isn't too
normal. Here's a few things we've found.
Just north of
As for the 'Ghost George' in
the Missoula Childrens Theatre, another friend, 'Eek' and I have both had some experience
with it. He seems quite benevolent.
Now the creme of the crop,
so to speak, is my own house-don't scoff yet please! It's in the university
neighborhood, and we bought it about five years ago. It's a historic house,
being one of the first built in the university (dated ~1880-90). Doors slam
without notice even when there isn't the slightest of breezes. There will be
times at night when my own bathroom door won't open to tugging till I state my
'needs'. Lights go on and off, though the wireing is well maintained.
Electronics malfunction regularly in my room, and there has been one incedent
of an EVP nature on my computer (also in my room). But later the computer scan
ran clear. Drawers will open and close, things will get knocked off of shelves
quite suddenly, and footsteps can be heard on the second story hallway (outside
my room).
The history of my house is
that the man who built it lived in it for about 60 years. His son was born in
my room, though I am not totally sure if he died in the house. The more often I
leave electronics running in my room, the greater the likelyhood of something
happening. The house is near the
Anyways, don't know if
that's usefull or even interesting, but hey!
Don't feel out of Place
By: Anonymous
After reading several dozen
stories, I guess I won't feel so out of place putting mine up. I'll only talk
about one house that I lived in from the time I was fourteen until twenty-one.
Rumor had it that the neighborhood was built on Indian burial grounds. This was
in
The first thing that I
remember was when I was sleeping in my waterbed when something, or someone that
had a hold of my legs and was shaking vigorously awakened me. My feet were
definitely off of the bed, and it felt as if someone had a hold around my
ankles. Scared the s!#@ out of me. Got out of the room pretty quickly. This
happened a few more times, but no one thought it was a ghost. My parents wanted
to take me to a specialist to see if I was having some sort of seizure. Never
brought it up again even though it happened again.
Same house. My dog died
after 16 years. I had a friend of mine over from
Same house. Same buddy was
over about a year later with another one of my friends. Big guy, kind of like
the missing link. Anyway, we were hanging out watching TV when I look over at
the missing link. He had a kind of freaked out look, and was just staring
towards my kitchen area. I asked what was wrong, and he said, "I didn't
know your dad was home". I said that he wasn't (business trip). He was
definitely spooked. He said he just saw a dark figure walk from the hallway
through the kitchen and just kind of disappeared in the dining room. He left,
another tough guy right?
The mirror in the dining
room got everyone at some point or another. We had people just walk out of the
house shaking, and some crying. They would always see the dark figure walking
through the kitchen and into the dining room. It would always seem to melt into
the mirror, or maybe that is just the last place people saw a reflection last.
We have had doorknobs turning. Lights flickering, and even had one guy run
screaming from my brothers bedroom because he had seen an apparition in the
corner. He described it as featureless, but extremely bright. Supposedly it lit
up the room. He was pretty shaken, so I have a hard time believing he was
putting me on.
Well, that's about that. The
house has sold about five times in the last 12 years. I wonder what the other
people saw???
Stories from
By: cowboy22y@yahoo.com
I am a Sergeant in the
Military Police Corps. I am an Investigator stationed at
The first is bldg. 475. It
is the old hospital when Geronimo was there. He died there from pneumonia. Back
in 1995 we had our arms room, where we keep all our weapons, down in the
basement. Well that is the old imbibing room. And right next to it was the old
morgue, then the supply room. Most of our armors would not stay down in the
arms room due to the repeated banging of pipes and attempting of opening of
doors.
(Most of the doors had pad
locks on them and the locks would bang off the doors.) Most of the basement had
cold spots in AUG you know when it is 110 degrees outside. That bldg used to be
our barracks where I lived on the 2nd floor. There we saw multiple sightings of
things moving around. But due to the level of alcohol consumption most of them
were just dismissed. Only when we got new soldiers in that did not drink did we
start to think they were real ghosts.
No one had any trouble with
them but they would scare the new soldiers out of there wits.
The next one is bldg. 913.
It is a barracks for one of the field artillery units. It was remolded a few
years ago so there was really no way to secure the bldg. Every few nights (were
talking about 5-6) we would get a call from one of the adjacent bldg saying there
were noises coming from 913. So we would send two (2) patrols to investigate
the noises. One patrol would start at the top using the back fire escape to get
to the top floor and the other would come up from the bottom floor. Now we
would hear noises on the floor above us and rush to track it down but could not
find anything. After about and hour of this fun, we call and got a few more
patrols to come help us search. We posted a man on every floor where a stair
case connected, with instructions to snatch anyone they see. We started to
search over from top to bottom this time and were still hearing noises. No one
went by the posted men and the noised were jumping floors.
We finally checked it up to
ghosts and cleared the scene.
The third is Ambrosia Springs.
It is now a park but back in the 1800’s it was a sores of water. There is a
well that is back off in the back of the park that Maj Ambrosia an officer in
the engineer corps built. He was killed by Indians a few weeks after the well
was complete. He wife (I have never been able to find out her name) took her
life when she threw herself down the well. Now it is said that on full moons if
you look down into the well house (there is a great where you can see into the
well) you can see her face looking up at you. Now I have tried this and have
seen something that was not the same color as the water.
What it was I don’t know.
The last one is Medicine
Bluff. It is believed to be a place of power in the area for the Indians. There
have been Indian chants and dancers seen on the bluff in full dress. By the
time we get up to the top. (No vehicles are allowed up on top so we have to go
in on
foot) there is nothing to
see. We have had patrols see then from down below and try to direct the other
patrols to them but they are gone before we can get to them.
I know of a few more but as
I said I can’t say for sure that they are accurate or that they have not been
made up. Hope these intrigue you.