by fba!mramsey@fbamail.attmail.com
when i was about 9 yrs old, my mom, sister and I moved into my
grandparents' house after my mom and dad divorced. well, my mom
went to work w/the airlines, and worked many night shifts. well, i
remember one night (i was about 10 yrs old), my sister and I were in
my gparents' room talking to them. it was about 8:00 p.m., and my
mom didn't get off work until 10:00. anyway, we lived in a tri-level
home, and so, that night, at about 8, we heard the garage door open
and close, then the den door do the same. these two rooms were on
the 1st floor. the garage door was very hard to open, and was very
heavy. then, we heard the sound of someone coming up the stairs (13
of them to be exact) up to the 2nd floor (where the kitchen, lr, dr,
front door, and sliding glass door to back patio was). my grandpa
said "girls, it's your mama! she's home!" so my sister and i ran to
the top of the 4 stairs leading from the 3rd floor into the
livingroom, which around a corner was the kitchen, right by the 13
stairs. well, to our suprise (and my gparents' surprise), no one
was there. My gpa went downstairs to see what had gone on, and the
doors were all still locked. that was the first time anything weird
like that had happened there. that we'd noticed, at least. anyway,
things just got weirder from there. every night after that, we heard
the same sounds of someone coming in downstairs and coming upstairs.
always from the garage door. well, my grandpa found out that someone
had died during building that house (fell off the roof, broke his
neck), so we just named it "Charlie", since that was the only thing
we could figure to do, and figure who "it" was.... well, we moved to
another state when i was 14 years old, and left the big house
behind. well, a few weird things happened over the years no matter
where we moved. we figured maybe he'd came w/us. but nothing as
weird as the footsteps. well, my grandpa died when i was 16, now
i'm 22. nothing's happened over the past few years now, until
recently. my t.v will come on for no apparent reason, my vcr will
also turn on and a tape will start playing on my t.v. i hear
whispering sometimes. also, my t.v. will just start changing
channels, sometimes really fast, other times, not, when im not even
holding or sitting on the remote. so, i don't know it im a little
crazy, or if it's "Charlie", or maybe perhaps my grandfather's
spirit (since we were really close), or maybe not something i'm
familiar with at all. it's begun to do it alot lately, too. and the
thing is, it only happens when im alone at home. when my roomate is
there, i haven't heard or seen anything at all. and he totally
doesn't believe me, or just blows me off when i try to talk about it
to him. what do you think? i could really use some advice or
feedback from someone. when i've tried to talk to my girlfriends
about it, they just seem to freak out about it, so.... thanks.
by Slynch4@ix.netcom.com
I have enjoyed the stories on the webpage so far and I wanted to contribute some of my
own. This particular story is not one that happened to me, though I also lived through
a personal haunting. This is about my Great Grandfather Lynch. He lived in a beautiful
Tudor Mansion that was built in Greensburg, PA and he named it "Starboard Light". My
Great Grandfather had been in the Navy and retired a Commander. He was a veteran of WWI
and WWII. He died at home the summer of 1963 and "Starboard Light" was sold to the
University of Pittsburgh where they established a branch campus in 1964. Unfortunately,
my Great Grandfather died 3 years before I was born, so I never had the honor of meeting
him.
Since then, the University has turned the home into the Administration Building and it
is now called Lynch Hall. I had always heard stories about the house but never knew
what to believe. It wasn't until I had experienced a haunting myself that I was able to
make sense of what is going on at Lynch Hall. Recently, my father, stepmother, sister
and I went to Lynch Hall and got our first tour since my sister and I were small kids.
I found that the school had painted the interior woodwork with an awful gold paint. I
was floored by the paint job when I walked in the house, I plan to complain to the
University regarding this issue in the future. It is my belief that my Great
Grandfather probably objects to it as well and that may be one of many reasons that he
is still there.
One of the security guards showed us around the house. My father told us about what it
was like there when he was a kid because he spent an ample amount of time there. One
portion of the house was for living quarters and the other section was my Great
Grandfathers office. The guard told us that most sightings have occurred in the office
section. It is where there is a spiral staircase, and a huge office on the first floor
and 2 bedrooms on the second in that section.
The guard proceeded to tell us how she walked into the bathroon on the second floor to
close and lock the window and as she started to walk out she saw something move in the
tub. She looked and saw a gray figure sitting in the tub with legs pulled close to him.
She said that he had sunken eyes and said to her telepathically "What are you doing in
my bathroom?" She looked away because she couldn't believe what she was seeing and then
looked back. He was still there. She left to get another security guard. When she
left she left the door open, when she had arrived earlier the door was cracked. When
she came back with the other guard the door was cracked again and the window in the
bathroom was open again.
Another time, she walked up to the house and came in the door where either the main
entrance or the spiral staircase entrance is (this I'm not sure about). She saw a
figure standing at the top of the stairs leaning on the railing in older clothes and
again he said to her "Well, are you coming in?" She basically said that she froze, and
refused to go in the house. She said that she did not feel threatened by him. My
father had been told that one of the men that works in the building turned around once
and saw my Great Grandfather in full dress uniform (Naval).
The security guard told us that they had a Psychic enter the house and that as soon as
she walked in she could feel his presence. She even noted the bathroom incident, and
told the guards that the spirit was not a mean spirit and that he liked to play jokes on
people. According to other relatives that have been told these stories, they don't
believe that it is my Great Grandfather. They seem to think that he would identify
himself. I don't think that is the case. I felt something in the house before I was
told that he spent most of his time in that particular section. I could feel something
in one of the bedrooms and it made me catch my breath and my eyes water, I could feel
something or someone there. I was face to face with him, but could not see him.
Although, I did see some motion in the air. It had kind of a fluid look, and I'm sure
it wasn't my eyes. I simply said, "Why are you here Great Grandfather, you need to go
on". Then I left the room to catch my breath. I know someone or something is in that
house. I would like to help him make his peace with God.
I had taken some pictures while in the house and I picked up something near the spiral
staircase. I'm not sure if it was my camera or if it was something else. However, I do
know that when we all walked back into the room where I felt a presence, I didn't feel
it in that room anymore, but I could see the fluid motion in the main second floor
hallway. I believe that if it was my Great Grandfather, he did not want to frighten us,
as we are family and I know he knows my father. If anyone goes to the Univ. of
Pittsburgh and knows of any true sightings that have occurred there, I am interested in
hearing about it. It must be true, I'm not interested in the jokes and rumors.
by whyddah@AOL.com
I've had an interest in the paranormal since I was very young, and also some "encounters" from that time on, so I've often put my experiences somewhere between overactive imagination and possibility.
In 1987 my husband and I bought our first house in upstate NY. A 45 year old brick house with one significant modification; one wall between the livingroom and a bedroom was removed to enlarge the livingroom, and an additional bedroom was built on with it's doorway opening into the old bedroom's window. This new room was built complete with a full basement under it. Only two previous sets of owners, no deaths, or other health problems in either family, according to the neighbors who originally owned the land the house was built on and who knew both sets of prior occupants.
During the time we lived in this house, my husband was being treated for depression, and I was beginning to take psychic development classes at the local Spiritualist Church. So we had some unusual energy in that house.
The experiences that my husband and I had here were often focused in this back corner of the house where the old bedroom was and in the added-on bedroom.
First of all, the light in the new bedroom would turn itself on any number of times during the evening. I would leave the room, turn off the lightswitch next to the door, see the light go off and, presto, it would be on again almost in the same instant that I would be turning around. The switch itself did not flip. I actually got to the point of Monitoring my lightswitching activity at that doorway. This game could go on 2 or 3 times in a row before the light would stay off. My husband never had this problem with this switch. I have never had obsessive-compulsive tendencies, but this game made me wonder. I had the feeling of being "watched" in the old back bedroom area. I am not normally afraid of the dark, but never felt comfortable walking through this area at night, in the dark. I had the feeling of being watched from that corner of the basement when I would go down cellar to do laundry. The cat would get very nervous when I was down cellar, meowing, demanding to be picked up, demanding that I follow her upstairs.
One afternoon, when I was alone in the house, I went into the new bedroom to change. I sat on the bed to rest for a moment and was quite suddenly engulfed by feeling that Someone wanted to communicate with me. I saw nothing, there was no temperature change, but the room suddenly felt as if it were crammed tight with people, the atmosphere seemed to get very dense. I was not really afraid, but was uncomfortable with what was happening. In a firm tone I said aloud, "I don't have time to talk with you right now, you have to leave." It did. I never felt that again, but I didn't go back into the room until bedtime and my husband was with me.
Three episodes were more frightening. They are not here in order. One was a dream that I had. In it I sat on the cellar stairs while a "ghost" repeatedly "flew" at me from that corner of the cellar. It's sole purpose was to terrify me, It was male, with hugely wide open, unblinking eyes, and it's body seemed to dangle under it's head. It would fly right up into my face. I just repeated calmly to it over and over that things were O.K. and that it could go into the light (it's a dream, right?). I only mention this dream because it happened in the new bedroom. Another occaisson I woke up in bed with the feeling that something was lying on top of me (not the cat) crushing me.
It was a very threatening presence. Although my husband was asleep right next to me, I couldn't move or talk to try and wake him. Again I just kept on repeating to this presence that everything was going to be O.K. and that it could leave if it wanted to.
I don't remember the end of this episode. The final scary incident involved my husband in the cellar. His wooodworking shop was down in that corner and also in the small basement room under the new bedroom. As he turned on the light in the smaller basement room, something whitish and about the size of a pigeon flew at his head. He claims to have felt it brush the top of his head as it flew out the doorway he was entering. He screamed and turned and ran for the stairs. Upstairs I heard that scream, I thought he had cut his hand off. It was that kind of scream. I went running...and met him at the cellar stairs. I've never seen him so frightened before or since. I went down to investigate (it may have been a pigeon, and I was the animal person). There was nothing. The cellar windows are fixed shut in that house. Nothing would have come down the gas furnace vent and lived to tell the tale, the chimney trap was shut. He calmed down, and worked down there for the rest of the night without incident. We moved from that house in 1991, by the way, we loved that little house, and still love to drive by and look at it. No experiences of this particular type have happened since.
If you have any comments about these experiences, I would truly like to hear them, some of this activity almost sounds poltergeistic to me, some of it almost sounds possessive. All of it sounds crazy in writing.
by cald1lb@midusa.net
When I was a child we lived in my great uncle and aunt's farmhouse (they
lived in a different house). I used to tell my mom that I saw an old
lady roaming around our house. She began seeing things out of the corner
of her eyes. Then, one day I told her that the lady told me that she
made the curtains in the livingroom. My mom called my grandma, and she
said that a lady who used to live there named Mrs. Urban made the
curtains. I was only about 3 or 4 years old, and there was no way that I
could have known that, and nobody told me.
Mrs. Urban's husband, Ben, stole tombstones from a cemetary about half a
mile away from the house and walled them up in the basement. Who knows,
maybe some of those people haunt the house?
by MknBelieve@aol.com
i am a civil war re-enactor for northern va. and have been on many battlefields but the one that will always stay in my mind is henry hill in manassas va the sight of one of the bloodiest battles of va.my fellow re-enactors and i were camped out for a living history{ which is just camp life basiclly} when we decided to walk around we went into the woods maybe a mile or so when we heard a fire crackiling as far as we knew we were the only re-enactors here or were we? we approached the fire only to see a confedarate battle flag hanging limply from a tree upon futher investigation we saw an officer cleaning his rifle and talking to men we didnt see a few moments ago he looked up and asked us what outfit we were with we told him we were the southern grays ( lees army of northern va ) he offered us a seat and began to say how badly we {whooped} the yanks today we were just stunned speechless the apparition then just vanished poof like it had never been there we vowed we would never discuss this because people would think we were nuts as we turned to leave we noticed a large tree with three headstones overgrown with smaller trees and roots etc. and we knew we were probably the first to see this upon inspection of the headstones we read the names of 3 rebel officers who died. we investgated the names and read their histories and learned they were killed by a night raid in their camp right near where we saw them that night it may sound weird but its true
by kbhigg@maila.wm.edu
I am a sophmore at the College of William and Mary-the second oldest in
the USA, and keeper of the oldest building in the country-the Wren
Building. First some historical notes about Williamsburg:
Williamsburg is one of the most visited sights in the USA-It's the
largest working museum in our country. Williamsburg is a complete Old
colonial town with original buildings and new old style ones. THere are
houses here from the 1600's, and there are about 20 TRUE ghost stories
associated with the place. All of the stories have been researched, and
can be backed up by old documents such as police records, books,
journals, etc. THe first story I shall relate has to do with the Peyton
Randolph house-It is the most haunted house on the east coast,and it
ranks 2nd in the nation. THe Peyton Randolph House has been linked to 23
unnatural deaths (3 of which were men lynched to its imposing tree out
front) and I will never go in front of that house alone-It emits such an
evil force that I am scared just writing about it-LAst night I went on a
ghost tour of the place, where a professionally trained student had been
versed in all the TRUE stories of Williamsburg, and the last stop was
this place...here are some of the stories...
When the first inhabitants of the house moved into their dwelling around
the turn of the 18th centuary, they were pleased with the stately home
and knew that they-the mom, dad, and three sons, ages 6,8, 16 would like
it there. However, two weeks after moving in, the youngest fell gravely
ill and died about a month later. THe eight year old, prone to climbing
the many trees out in the backyard, had a tragic accident one
afternoon-he fell, snapped his neck, and was found some 5 hours later,
dead and cold. THe last son, being 16 and of age, was in the militia and
during training,was struck in the head by a stray musket ball and was
killed instantly. The parents were devasted and moved out of the house
as quickly as possible. Some years later, a new family moved in, with 3
boys-aged 6,8, 16. Within the first two weeks of living there, the 6
year old boy grew ill and thus dies very quickly and painfully within
two weeks. A couple of days later, the 8 manages to drown himself in a
foot and a half of water behind the house while his playmate is with
him. THen, the oldest boy, who was NOT in the militia, was attending a
parade at the main street, and was struck in the head by a stray bullet
and died...THe family moves out, and more live in the house----
One of these families was one that consisted of a mother, father, and
daughter named Anastasia, being 8 years old. Very well mannered and
quiet, Anastatsia developed a special friendship with an imaginary
friend named Elizabeth. Anastasia was very considerate of her new
friend-She always warned peopel "Elizabeth is sitting there, please
don't squash her,"or "Elizabeth is the nicest friend in the world."
However, within a months passing, Anastasia grew mean and hatefull with
her friend, saying, "Elizabeth hates you. Go away, I hate you, too!" and
things of a related nature. THe parents, being concerned, grew very
tired of her meaness one nihjt, amd sent her to her room without supper,
saying that she was not allowed to play with anyone, not even Elizabeth.
ABout an hour later, the parents hear maniacal and screaming, and load
crashes, the sound of glass breaking...
THey run up and try to open the door, but it was much harder to
open-When they finally do, the are horrified by what find-blood is
everywhere, and the window, being on the second story above the steps
ouside, was broken. Anastasia had flung herself out the window, and when
her body was inspected, they found that her wrists were slit,and a small
crest was embedded into her shoulder. AN old woman, who was witness to
the crest, knew that this was the crest of a familiy that had lived
there before-A girl, aged 15 was the only daughterof that familiy. She
had fallen in love with the stable boy, and when her parents banished
her from seeing him, she slit her wrists and flung herself out of the
same window as Anastasia-on her ring finger was the crest of her
family!
by kelpie@erols.com
Hello,
It seems that a lot of people like my story, "Angela" and have been
asking me for more of my experiences. I've had quite a number of them
over the past 12 years. I guess it's these stories that make your page
so popular. Anyhow, I'm certainly willing to share my experiances,
so... as people ask for more... I'll share more. Unless you'd rather I
didn't.
Anyhow, here's one of my encounters with something less pleasent than
Angela.
Since I was about 19, I've hung around with people who were psychicly
active (I'll be 32 next month). One day, one of my friends who was just
becoming aware, came to me with a concern about a park near her house.
She said that it had previously been a very pleasent place. It was a
big wooded area with lots of hills and paths and a creek or two. She
told me that recently, something had changed about the place. It no
longer felt friendly and she felt as though something unpleasent was
watching her. She was particularly concerned about one spot. I offered
to go check it out, along with another friend. So the three of us
trundled out there, to see what boggie men had been stirred up. When we
got there, there was deffinately an unpleasent and meanacing feel to the
place. As we made our way to the spot she was concerned about, Jenny
got kind of confused and couldn't find her way there. This was unusual
as she had been to this spot many times before. I said that it was ok,
I would find it. I reached out with my non-physical senses and tried to
find the source of the disturbance. I got a lock on it and we went that
direction. As we homed in on it, it seemed to shift and try to lead us
off in another direction. "Oh No," I said, "I know this game. My
ancestors called it 'being lead astray'" I eventualy zeroed in on the
spot and led us there. It was the exact spot that Jenny had been trying
to take us to. It was at the top of small hill, and there was a sort of
depression in the ground. There were the remains of a low, stone wall
around it. In the middle of this area were a beat up old sofa, lazyboy
and coffee table. We surmised that this was a teen hang out. At that
time, there had been a rash of occult related vandalism and crimes in
Fairfax County, where the park was. We did find a few objects in the
area that could have been occult related, but no diffinitive evidence.
So... by this time, at least three entities had shown up. They tried
scarring us away but we would have none of it. We were basically, like,
"Ok... Bring it on"! One entity attacked and another ran off into the
woods. My other friend took off after it and I dealt with the
attacker. The third just sort stood there waiting to see what
happened. Understand that this was not an unusual thing for us. We'd
been doing this sort of thing for a couple of years, by this time.
So... I managed to bind the attacker, and my friend got the one that ran
away. The third one still just stood there. We then discovered that
there was indeed a gate of some sort in the area. We forced the two
bound entities back through it and the third went along quietly. We
then sealed off the gate. That was about 7 or 8 years ago, things have
been pretty quiet in that area since then.
name withheld by request
I have been reading this web page for about 4 months now... I really do
enjoy it. I just read the story titled "Grandpa Rides Shotgun" and I
thought about my story...
My grandfather taught me piano lessons ever since I was a little girl.
He became very ill, colon cancer. I can not say that I was very close
to him but I loved him alot. On the night of his funeral my sister was
babysitting my cousins and I was home alone. At 3:00am, I awoke to a
strange feeling in my room and noticed an indentation on my bed, as if
someone was sitting on my bed. I was initially frightened but then fell
back to sleep. I woke up again around 3:30am feeling a bit nervous, for
whatever reason I do not know. I wanted to call my sister, but I didn't
considering how early in the morning it was.
I did not say anything to my sister at first. But it came up in
conversation one time. My sister told me the identical experience at
the same time of the night. After telling each other the story we both
said "Why didn't you call me !?!?".
I have realized through the years that my grandfather was just saying
good-bye and that he loved us. I know he is in a good place, and I love
him too.
by Pyncheon@aol.com
It was a gorgeous fall afternoon here in Georgia when I decided to play sick at my job so I could leave early. I went home to where my sister Teresa was babysitting my 4 year old son Wesley, and suggested we go somewhere nice to enjoy the beautiful weather. We decided to go to a local Civil War National Battlefield Park. It is a gorgeous place with the typical numerous trails and various sites where soldiers were were buried before they were relocated after the war, monuments, and the famous places where the battles were held. We went to a site where one of the most gruesome battles of the war took place. We were walking along one of the trails when we came upon a stream. Wesley had some toys that he brought with him, so he wanted to play in the water for a bit. We stayed there for about 15 minutes when I heard some voices. I asked my sister if she heard them too, and she did. My son heard them as well and asked me who it was. I picked up Wesley and told Teresa that we should follow the sounds of the voices to see who it was. It sounded like about 20 people that were marching and chanting like they do in the old war movies. I can't describe how errie it sounded. The closer we got to these voices, the further they seemed away. We started running so we could find out what it was, when the sounds just stopped completely. I dismissed it at first, thinking that is was maybe some reenactors, or maybe that it was some kids from a school field trip. But then that seemed odd. It was around 2 o'clock in the afternoon on a Wednesday, and the reenactors were usually there on weekends...not in the middle of the day. Before we left the park, we went to the information desk and asked if there were any reenactments going on or any field trips there on that day, and the lady said no. We told her what we had heard, and she told us that other people had heard the same thing in about the same place that we did, and that she couldn't explain it. I truly believe that Teresa, Wesley, and myself experienced a supernatural occurance from the souls of those killed there. It is a memory I will always cherish.
by smith-williams@digital.com
Greetings from England!
Hi, I was wondering if you were interested in my story. Just to let you
know that whenever someone tells ghost stories or I hear of ghostly
goings-on, I tear up and feel that I cannot breathe and it has always
bewildered me. It also happens to my brother but I only found that out
the other day! My psychic friend has told me the reason that I tear up
and get claustrophic, is because I am a very spiritual person and am
surrounded by spirits all day, and when we hear ghost stories, they come
closer to us to try and contact us. I don't know whether I believe that
or not, but that is one explanation.
Anyway here is my experience, no visual sightings though!
It always happens when I am in a half awake, half asleep kind of state,
like when I am dozing off, and mine have only happened during the day,
like if I have a lie in or something.
I start to doze off and then I can hear movements in my bedroom and feet
shuffling on the carpet and whispers around me, sometimes children,
sometimes adults. I can hear wardrobe doors being opened in my bedroom
and have even heard my toilet flushing! One day, I heard adults tell
their children to hurry up and get the toys and not to wake the sleeping
woman. (This was odd in itself, as I was living in Germany at the time,
but the voices were in English!!)
On every ocassion, I am trying so hard to force myself to wake up but am
paralysed. I seem to be awake in my mind, but my body doesn't want to
respond. I am almost screaming in my head for me to wake up, but still
I remain silent and motionless. I have even felt someone(thing) sit on
my bed and tell me to wake up on numerous occasions, all to no avail.
Eventually I will sink into a deeper sleep and wake naturally some time
later.
These experiences started when I lived in a small apartment inside a
house in Germany, the house being the oldest one in the town left
standing after the war. My husband and I were living in the attic of
this house in a two bedroom apartment. The only way up to the apartment
was up some really creaky stairs, and boy were they creaky. My
experiences only ever happen when I am alone, like when my husband has
gone to work and I jump back into bed for an extra half hour's sleep!!
The door to my apartment was always locked, so these experiences could
not be intruders. To get to our bathroom in this apartment, you had to
go through an unrenovated part of the attic with a small flight of
stairs leading into the very top of the house. This was always
unnerving walking past these stairs at night, nothing concrete, just a
feeling, which my husband also picked up on.
When we moved out of the house, the experiences kept happening in the
new apartment (still in Germany) and our bedroom was next to the
bathroom. The bathroom had no windows, so thirty seconds after you turn
the light on, a fan would start in the bathroom to rid the room of steam
and condensation. Some mornings I would hear the toilet flushing
several times and also hear the fan going; once again, frantically
trying to wake myself up, without success. Once again, only way into
the apartment was through the locked front door, and you even had to be
buzzed in to the main reception area!
On moving back to England the experiences are still with me, but not as
strong. I am busy at work now, so I don't have too many lie-ins, but
you can guarantee, once in a while, if I am on my own, and in that half
awake-half asleep stage, someone(thing) will be with me in the bedroom,
telling me to wake up. I don't really know what kind of feelings this
brings on in me, I am not scared or frightened, but it makes me a little
apprehensive and I would like to see what is causing this.
I have asked many people about this, even psychic friends of mine, but
they have no answers. I tell everyone I know about it, trying to work
it out, but eventually have come to the conclusions, that I must be
delusional, or due to the fact that I am half-asleep, I must be
dreaming. I have never felt anything else, or seen anything for that
matter, so I am wondering just what is going on.
Looking forward to hearing your comments in the near future.
by Kathryn.McAlpine@peostamis.belvoir.army.mil
Hi ... I ran across your homepage .. very interesting!! I found the
Haunted Places Index and saw Aquia Church in Stafford County. I live in
Stafford, Virginia and run Rescue at Aquia Harbour Rescue Squad which is
located by the church. About two years ago, myself and another guy were
on duty one nite... We were at the movies (we get to see the movies for
free at the local movie theater since it never fails that we don't see a
whole movie before getting called out.) .. Anyway .... we were seeing
the movie "Seven" ... very scary movie, if you've seen it before.
Anyway .. we get punched for a call in the Harbour for a woman choking,
but was told to stage before entering the scene. . So we staged the
ambulance at the end of the street that the emergency was on. It was a
raining nite and very muddy out. It seems that a lady was in her
kitchen and was by the sink and saw out her kitchen window a woman in
her backyard, holding her throat. She was said to have long blonde hair
and in a white gown. So the dispatchers told the lady to stay inside
(since it was night time outside and really wasn't sure what was going
on) and wait for the police to arrive. The police arrived and after
about 10 minutes we were put back in service, cause they couldn't find
anything.... Thinking this was rather strange, we went back to the Squad
and I called dispatch for times and asked them what was that all about.
They proceeded to tell me that the police arrived and went into the
backyard.. they searched the small wooded backyard and didn't find
anything.. also they stated that there were NO footprints at all back
there.... and with the rain and the soggy/muddy ground there should have
been some prints in the backyard, but found none or the young lady in
white. I thought that was rather weird... So in a couple days .. I was
talking to some of the other squad members there and told them of my
previous nite and the call... ( up to this point I knew nothing of the
Aquia Church ghost) ... One of the members proceeded to tell me of the
murder that had occur back in the civil war time (or something like
that) and of the young woman with the blonde hair and white gown that
has been spotted numerous of times over the years in Aquia. Well I was
very freaked out hearing about this .... I couldn't believe that this
was happening right in our backyards.
I may not have seen anything.... but to go on a "ghost call" as my
friends call it was very strange to say the least. Just thought I would
share that since you had the Aquia Church haunting on your site!!
by mfrueh@mdp.com
My husband and I bought our first house on 214 SE 8th St in Ankeny,
IA. (We've since moved.) I don't know when I first noticed this, but if I
stood in our living room and looked through the east side window, I
would see a pair of red lights shining eerily in the middle of our
neighbor's yard at night. It would be when they weren't home, so their
backyard was pitch black. I remember getting the most uncomfortable
feeling when I first saw them, because there was no reason for them
to be there. I thought perhaps somehow it was a reflection or
refraction of light from our house, but no, after turning off living room
lights, the stereo and shutting the front window drapes to eliminate
these possible light sources, the pair of red lights remained. They
were 7 feet off the ground at least, and when they appeared, they
always appeared in the same spot. They glowed a very bright red, yet
did not illuminate the darkness around them. They were spaced too far
apart to be human eyes, but they were not far enough apart to be a
car's tail lights. Besides, they appeared in the middle of our neighbor's
backyard, far from any street. They would be there for several hours.
I got the impression of evil from this, as thought this might be a spectre
of some kind, so I never ventured outside to get a closer look. They
were puzzling, because they didn't appear all of the time, so I didn't
make out any pattern of when they would appear, the only common
factor was that the neighbors weren't home on those nights. I got
used to seeing them after awhile, so I would avoid looking out the
window for the rest of the evening, or would close those curtains.
Somehow, which is very odd, I never told my husband about seeing
them either, until after we moved. I'm glad I didn't, because he said he
would've gone outside for a closer look! I wonder if the new owners
have seen them? I'd like to ask them, but I don't suppose I will.
This just happened to me recently, at our new house:
Two past Midnight
I've been spending a lot of time on our new computer reading ghost
stories. I put my computer on suspend instead of a complete
shutdown. I decided to read some magazines, so had been sitting
there reading with the cat on the back of the chair, and the husband in
bed sleeping for about 45 minutes, when I heard the computer turn
itself back on! Ok, maybe somehow the wire to the mouse had some
tension on it, causing it to move. I happened to look at the clock to see
what time it was...it was 12:02 a.m.
The next evening, my husband asked me to make jell-o with fruit in it. I
set the timer on my microwave for 90:00 minutes, to remind me when to
put fruit in. We remained in the kitchen, my husband and I, talking about
the day's events, when I had this compelling feeling to look at the
microwave. I whipped my head around to look at the microwave, and
the time remaining on the timer said...12:02.
That night, I had drifted off to sleep, when my husband woke me up
suddenly. He told me he'd heard a sound, like our cat had barfed
behind the stereo in our bedroom. I got up and looked, nothing was
there. He apologized for waking me up. I told him that it was okay, that
I was used to it by now. I sensed even as I asked him the question...by
the way, what time is it? You guessed it, the clock said 12:02 a.m.!
Strange coincidence, huh?
by pritchek@hilly.apci.net
Curently,I work with a woman who as a child lived in a haunted house in
Belleville, Illinois. The house is on Orchard Drive. She asked me not
to post the exact address with the web site out of consideration of the
present owners, friends of her parents. The house in question once had
a ceramic business in its basement owned and operated by a married
couple, one being "Arthur". Arthur was a long-distance trucker. One
night he was killed in a car-truck accident. The wife was
grief-stricken. After the accident, she felt his presence standing
behind her and breathing whenever she went into the basement's ceramic
shop area. Odd things would happen in the basement. There is a cold
spot in the basement. Also, cupboard doors would be open when the wife
had closed them during the prior evening. My friend as a child shared a
bedroom with her sister. In the room, there was a overhead attic
pull-down stairs. Several times during her childhood she and her sister
would awaken by loud thumping and vibrations being emitted by the door.
My friend's family had a dog which refused to enter the basement. She
stated that she had felt someone behind her, breathing in the basement.
After this experience my friend told me she truly believes in ghosts and
haunted places having had first-hand experience with the supernatural.
According to my friend, the house is still haunted. By the way,
Belleville, Illinois is an old german community which is rumored to have
several haunted houses and places situated within the city.
by SisterFix@aol.com
I have been wanting to share this experience for quite some time. This happened about 15 years ago, but lives in my mind as if it only happened yesterday. This all took place over a six month period of time.
My best friend, Jackie, and her brother, Mike, moved into an apartment together. I basically lived there too, I didn't have a room, but I was always there (the couch was my bed). When they first moved in little things happened which we thought were coincidental - or we blamed the dog. They had a very mild mannered dog who suddenly began ripping the apartment to sheds when left alone during the day (or at least we thought it was the dog). We thought that it was just upset over the move.
Mike started having very peculiar dreams. He would dream that a short (about 4 feet tall) hooded person, with bright red eyes would stand beside his bed and watch him sleep. He would wake up - very upset - to always find the front porch light on. He would get up - turn it off - go back to sleep - and have the same dream again. Then he would awake again to find the light back on. This was only the beginning of many things to come.
One night we were all sitting in the living room talking. We could see into the kitchen from where we were seated. Suddenly a plastic cup - which was sitting on the counter - flew across the room and hit the wall with great force. We started to get a little concerned.
A few days later we heard a loud THUD which sounded like someone had hit the wall - somewhere. After investigating the whole place - we found a spot in the hallway that looked like it was punched from the inside. It was a bulge about the size of a fist protruding outward. Whatever was in that place was not to happy that we were there. Things starting picking up rapidly - more frequent - until we were all scared to death. No one wanted to be there alone - sometimes not even together.
There are many little things that kept happening, voices, scratching sounds on the carpet - but I want to get to the two big things which sent all of us packing.
One night I had fallen asleep on the couch. I had on a black outfit - and Jackie had put a white "fuzzy" cover over me before she went to bed. When I woke up the next morning I had white fuzz all over me. I was sitting there picking the stuff off when I noticed a shadow on the wall across the room. The way the living room was situated - the person making the shadow would have to have been right behind me. So I thought Mike had gotten up and was standing there getting ready to scare me. I decided to beat him to the draw and turned around and yelled "Gotcha". To my surprise - no one was there - and when I looked back at the shadow it lingered there for a moment - then flew away. I ran screaming into Jackie's room. That was the first time any of us had actually "seen" the ghost.
The last straw - - - Jackie was alone one day in the kitchen. She was making herself a peanut butter sandwich, spreading the peanut butter on using a steak knife. Before she knew what was happening - her arm and hand took on a life of their own. Her right hand started trying to cut at her left wrist. She was fighting it with all of her strength. It grazed her wrist twice - deep enough to make it bleed. She was finally able to break free of the force, throw the knife down and ran like crazy out of there. It was trying to kill her!
It wanted us out - and we were - the next day. Jackie found out who some of the previous occupants were and asked them if anything similar had ever happened to them. It had - - and that's why they left too!!