Recent Haunting in
By: biancoid@aol.com
I recently spent the night in a renovated 16th century
villa, the Villanova, in Levanto
My friend and I looked at each other, not laughing at all,
aware that there must've been some truth to this if many people had brought
it
up to the owners before.
After dinner, we relaxed in the courtyard
and laughed and tried to ignore what we had been told at
dinner. We went to sleep, each of us in adjoining rooms with the door open
between them, and the thunderstorm picked up again and became very heavy. A couple hours later, I woke up to the sound
of someone running through the apartment. At first, it sounded like it ran
through my room. Then a minute later i heard something very heavy with 2 feet
running across the roof. It was NOT a cat or a dog, as i've heard that sound
many times--this was something as heavy as a human and with 2 feet. My friend
yelled for me from the next room asking me if that was me up and running
around---of course, i told her i was awake, but that i was laying in bed. She
sounded quite scared, as i was, and asked me what the hell that was---i told
her that we should just pretend it's a big animal so we can go back to sleep.
As i said this to her, I saw a shadow of a very human-shaped figure walk
through the door from her room and past the foot of my bed. I immediately
closed my eyes, well aware of what i saw, and i didn't say anything to her as I
didn't want to scare her any further.
For the rest of the night, i kept my eyes shut, but did not
sleep much--and if i did manage to sleep, it would be for a few minutes and i
was having incredibly twisted dreams that were NOT from my head.
The noises continued, and I had an overwhelming feeling of a
presence (or a few) in the apartment. In the morning, my friend asked me not to
say a word about the night before, as she was spending the next 6 nights there
by herself. I kept my mouth shut. But it
was the most intense haunting i have ever experienced--i have had feelings of
people being in the same room before, or heard things, but i've never seen an
actual spirit until this experience. I
thought i would share this with you!
By: LKGEORGEMI@aol.com
About 6 miles southwest of this small Michigan village, at
the corners of Lovejoy, Zimmer and Barry roads, is a large tract of farmland
that while now broken up was for years owned by a single family. The family has
been plagued by tragedy, suicides, mental illnesses and deaths.
The original home is still occupied by members of this
family.
For years strange, unexplained happenings have been
witnessed by area residents. Strange lights in the fields where a grandfather
shot himself, a general feeling of unease when simply driving past.
Visitors in the house have seen dishes move across tables on
their own, doors that refused to stay closed. Even a hangman's noose
appearing in an upstairs hall. Pounding
on interior walls and wails from the attic.
The family is large but none will often speak of the goings
on in their home. Older members won't talk of it at all!
My husband grew up nearby and was a close friend of one of
the sons (who committed suicide in the 1970's) My husband spent a few nights as
a visitor in the house and still breaks out in sweats and chills when talking
about the being in that place.
On the same farm there are the remnants of an old still
where many local people claim to have seen apparitions and heard weird sounds
around. It's said you will never seen any of the abundant native wildlife in
the vicinity of the still.
St. Patricks Cemetary-Oakdale,
By: musolino21@hotmail.com
In early October 2005, a group of 4 of my friends and I
walked through St.
Patricks Cemetary after reading about it on The Shadowlands
website. We conducted our short journey
about
On the way down the hill towards the parking lot, we came
upon the same spot where the shuffling of feet on the grass was heard. Yet again it happened a third time. I did not hear it, though two others heard it
at the same time.
We discussed what we all heard, and could not come up with a
logic explanation. We did not have proof
of an animal, cause we did not see it run or anything move around. It remains a
mystery, though we do believe there is something unexplainable at St. Patricks
Cemetary in
True Ghost Story
By: aleaird@totalnet.us
I am not one of those who's beliefs are for or against the
supernatural. During the time of the event I will tell you about, I was your
normal Freshman in college in
Soon after so other things began to occur. All of us, at one
time or another had seen a small ball of light go from the bottom of the stairs
to the second floor. Still we thought this was odd but not something to be
concerned about. Being in college we figured it was a reflection from some
source causing this and that was kinda cool. This is when things started
getting very strange. One night we were all in the living room watching a
football game on TV when a loud noise started coming from the wall separating
the living room from the kitchen. It was a banging noise like someone hitting
the wall. The strikes were so strong that our Frat. crest hanging on that wall
was bouncing off the wall. We all got up and ran to the kitchen figuring we
would find someone playing a trick on us but when we got there found no one.
The banging continued for only a few more minutes then stopped. Alvin (the
carpenter) said it was from some pipes in the wall causing it and we had better
tell the land lord. The next day we called them and were told that there were
no pipes in the walls.
This still was nothing more than a strange event to us, but
we did start to compare notes about things that had happened in the house. One
thing was in my room (upstairs) you could not keep the window closed. These
were old wooden windows. Hard to open or close. My window was opened about an
inch the day I moved in and with great effort I closed it only to find the next
morning it would be back open to the same place. This got a bit uncomfortable
because it was winter. Each night I would close the window and the next morning
it would be open. I got very angry with my room mates about this and asked them
to stay out of my room, but they each denied opening the window or even being
in my room. Finally I figured the window was warping during the night that is
why it opens so I put a cut off broom handle wedged at the top. The next
morning the window was open again and the broom handle was sitting propped up
near the door (12 feet away). It gave me chills but decided to just leave it
be. As I told my story, my upstairs room mate reminded me about his room.
Although exactly the same as mine, his room was always dark. No mater how many
lights or stronger watt bulbs we put in there, it would never lose the
darkness. Not enough to not be able to see, but not enough to read.
Our other room mates told some other stories but you get the
gist. As things progressed we noticed some other changes in the house. For one
thing some girls would not go into our house. I know what your thinking, no we
were popular and had girlfriends and such (plus had some great parties). Yet
some girls would not go into the house. As soon as they got to the door they
just said they could not go in. A couple even broke into tears at the thought
of entering the house. When asked why they could not give any answer. All they
could say was they were not going into that house ever.
This is getting a bit longer than I expected so I guess I'll
cut to the chase. Have not thought about this in 30 years and it's still giving
me the creeps.
Anyway, things were happening and
After a few minutes of just staring at the site in our
living room we checked the house from top to bottom. Everything we had brought
into the house was there, everything.
This was it for a couple of the guys. We all said it was a trick
another Frat. had played on us, or some of our friends that had heard some of
the stories that had started to get around about our house. Still,
Not sure I want anyone to belive me or not. I guess if I had
choice I would choose not. Never had any experiences like that before or after
and I guess it just does not matter. I just thought you might get a kick out of
a story by someone with no reason to tell it.
Also, postscript to the house. They were never able to sell
it or rent it. It was finally tore down and now is just an empty lot.
The Follow-up to Allen Leaird's True Ghost Story:
Several years ago, our Frat. had a reunion and I and a
couple of the guys from the story where having a few when Skip brought up the
house. We had never talked about it afterwards, as if it never happened (way
too proud to admit we were scared you know). Funny how difficult the conversation
was. Maybe not difficult but guarded. Anyway, after a few more drinks we opened
up a bit and
He noticed his bedroom door was open and from his room he
could also see the front door was wide open. He figured that was what woke him
up. One of us had come in late from a party and had left the door open. He said
he got up and went to the door and yelled "Who the hell left this door
open?" To this day I think he spoke the truth when he said he heard a
voice that seemed to be right behind him say "We did". He said he
spun around and there was no one there. As a mater of fact, he checked the rest
of the house and we were all asleep. You'll remember
Unlucky House
By: keh1954@cox.net
Hi my name is Kathy i use to live in
"Dog Spirit"
By: lilcutie01_spoiledtodeath@hotmail.com
It started at 12:00 pm in my room,I was sleeping and I got
an unweary wake up call,something was licking my hand.So I woke up and looked
around but I couldn't see anything ,so I just went back to sleep and kept
telling myself that my mind was just playing tricks on me.
I woke up again,but instead of my hand feeling like it was
being licked to death ,I heard noises and scratches on the floor. Again, I got
up and looked around,but I still couldn't see anything,so I tried to go back to
sleep,but this time I couldn't because at that moment I felt something jump on
my bed and stat licking my hand again.
This time I knew my mind wasn't playing tricks on me,and
this wasn't a dream,it was real life.I looked around for a third time,I still
saw nothing,so I got up,went to the washroom and splashed water on my face.On
the way to my bedroom I caught something at the corner of my eye.I quickly went
on my bed and put the covers over my head.
I took the covers off of my head after about 15 minutes and
looked around,in the darkest corner of my room I saw A shadowy figure of a dog.
I screamed and froze in spot because I was soooo........
scared. The dark figure of the dog kept coming closer and closer until it was
at my feet.It kind of looked at me wierdly and then jumped on my bed.
At that moment I knew that this "dog spirit" was
in fact my dog named Buttons that died in February 2004. Now every night at
Haunted Place in
By: frogaboo@gmail.com
About two years ago my husband and I went to
Strange Occurances
By: twister1227@aol.com
When I was six years old, I went to a family reunion in
I've never gone in the woods since.
Voices
By: smiliekylie2003@yahoo.com
I can't really say if this is much of a ghost story, more of
a chain of events that I can't explain. I had just moved out of home into my
own place. I had unpacked everything and was sitting on my new bed cutting my
toenails of all things, when I suddenly felt the presence of something unseen
in my room, then I heard a voice whispering, "Stop it, stop it, stop
it." I'm pretty sure that the words were only repeated 3 or 4 times. I
looked around the room with wide eyes, still not seeing anything. For some
reason I then stood up and walked to the front door where I saw the door open
al by it self. i ran out the door to see if I could see anything around the
house. There was nothing. I was a little shaken, but tried to forget it. That
night I went to sleep no trouble, but in the middle of the night I awoke to
find that there was somthing heavy on my back, I always sleep on my stomach,
the weight was incredible and I could feel arms wrapped tightly around my
chest, I could not breath and I could not move. In my mind I said these words,
"Jesus please help me!" And the weight was gone immediatly. I grew up
i a christian home and I am a christian myself, so to call out to God for help
was natural. I told my parents the next day. Dad said that he had had similar
experiences when he first moved out of home. He went on to explain that I had
moved out of my safe christian surrounds and I was vonerable. My mother then
told me that if I pray in every room of the house as she did at her house for
protection, God would protect me. So that is what I did and to this day evil
forces have stayed away.
13th and
By: redauntqueen1@msn.com
I grew up in a house in
Larue F. and her family lived in our house before we bought
it in the late 1960's. One morning, before school, Larue's son shot and killed
his sleeping mother in the back right corner of the living room, from what I
understand, as she slept.
As I understand it, Larue was a difficult woman to get along
with. My parents and my sister lived up the street from them and Larue used to
babysit my sister. My mother was pregnant with me at the time and Larue was
very excited at the my upcoming birth. My sister has told me stories of how
Larue's son was cruel to her when she was at the house. He would lock in rooms,
hang her up the back collar of her shirt on a coat hook and leave her hanging
while laughing at her cries. One theory to the motive of the murder was that he
was having an affair with the married woman next door and Larue found out and
threatened to tell the husband, but no one really knows why he did it except
the son himself.
After I was born and the the son was found guilty of the
murder and sent to the state mental hospital, we acquired the house and moved
in. It was the first house my parents ever owned. I had to been about two years
old at the time, no one in my family is exactly sure of the dates.
Larue was still there. Toilets would flush. The refrigerator
would become unplugged repeatedly and if you are old enough to remember the
models from the 60's they were mammoth appliances that could not be moved and
this one was jammed up against the the wall where the receptical was. Pots and
pans would come out of their cupboards and land on the floor. A crucifix on the
wall in parents bedroom would move from side to side creating scratch marks in
the paint.
My mother had knick-knacks on tables in the living room that
would move from their positions and end up on the floor. She originally thought
she kicked the tables in her sleep , so
she moved them all to the center of the tables instead of placing them close to
the edges. It still would happen, but not as frequently. She still does this to
this day although they live 3,000 miles away from PA.
Then Larue began to appear as herself. First to the family,
then to friends of the family. I have to stop at this point and tell you that
no one was ever frightend of her. They all knew Larue and were (fascinated?)
that this was happening. They knew she meant us no harm because she loved my
family and was so excited at the upcoming baby (me). Unfortunately she never
lived to see the birth.
When she would appear, most times it seemed to be in the
living room where she died. A friend of my mother's saw her at the big bay
window facing the street. Other times as my mother and her friends were having
tea in the kitchen , they would see her
walk, always to the front window. This happened countless times that it became
to almost a joke. "She's here".
One frightening thing did happen to my mother. One night as
she slept, she had a nightmare of finding Larue the morning she was murdered,
and ran to her to help her as she lay bleeding. My mother touched her in her
dream , looked at her hands and they were covered in blood . She woke up at
that moment and looked at her hands and
they were truly covered in blood. My father immdiately took her to the
emergency room and they found no cause for the blood to be there. Not a
nosebleed, no cuts, no explanation. Of course my parents kept this to
themselves. The way I found out about this story was that one day I was leafng
throught the bible and found a bookmark in a page that was titled "To stop
bleeding" and questioned my father. He didn't give a real good reason but
I was young and shrugged it off. Only later after my insistence after my own
experience did he finally tell me the truth.
During the years I was growing up I never saw nor felt her.
My parents had a psychic cleanser come to the house and he confirmed that she
was there, but she meant us no harm. She was there to watch and wanted to see the
baby (me). He didn't suceed in releasing her from the house but the occurences
did lessen in frequency.
When I was about 20 yrs old, one early morning at dawn, I
finally had my own encounter with Larue. I was in bed, asleep, and awoke
suddenly-wide awake and alert. Down at the foot of my bed stood Larue. She was
white, solid, not misty but like solid smoke. She didn't move as she faced the
window. I wasn't afraid in the slightest. I sat up in bed and still she did not
move. It seemed like a long time that I stared at her but it was only about a
minute or less that she was there. In the blink of an eye she was gone. She
didn't slowly fade or drift away. She just wasn't there anymore. Like, snap! I
lay back down and thought to myself, Holy cow, I just saw Larue! and promptly
went back to a peaceful sleep.
When I went downstairs in the morning for breakfast I told
my mom. She thought to herself a moment then went to the calendar and chuckled
and said "yes, this is the day she died".
The second encounter I had with Larue I shared with my
husband at the time. My parents where on vacation and we were watching the
house. It was a Saturday morning and he and I were watching tv in my old
bedroom. All at once, simutanlesly, the tv and the stereo switched. The tv went
off and the stereo went on. Twice. The was a pause between each switch. I
remember looking at one as turned off, then to the other as it went on and
again it repeated. My husband was scared to death. I just laughed and tried to
calm him down.
We as a family don't really talk much about Larue anymore,
she was like a childhood friend you grew away from. I think the last encounter
that my dad can remember is waking up in the night and he said it was like
someone was in the bed with him swishing the sheets around his body. He told
her to stop and she did.
For those that don't believe in ghosts, I wish they would
have the experiences our family did. We are all believers since we saw it all
first hand and feel lucky to have done so.
Sometimes still, when I can’t sleep, I think of Larue and
she comforts me. I hope she has found her peace.
A Few Ghost Stories
By: matsuki_ryu2004@msn.com
I am not a ghost hunter or anything, but I am very
knowledged in many things, paranormal is one of them.
Queen Mary-Luxury Cruiser(retired) it was used as a hospital
ship during world war 2, after that it was back as a luxury liner, it is now
located in Long Beach, CA.
This happend to me when I was 8 or 9 years old (19 years old
now) so my memory about it is a little vague during the tour Ii noticed a young
girl with strange clothes on for that time, I also noticed that when i tried
talking to her she wouldn't respond, she was alone so I wondered where her
parents were. During that time i was
unusually cold, it was during fall, but if you live in Southern California you
know that the weather is usually pretty decent all year round, but i could of
sworn it was at least 60 degrees the whole time the girl was there, after a
while I took notice that she was gone, but only after I had one last glance at
her, I know she couldn't of gone far without me seeing her. I now wonder if that's the same little girl
from the pool area or that pulls pranks.
This next one happend to me in
deaf) heard drums coming from the forested area. For you that aren't aware, Geronimo's
Graveyard is inside an Army Base, so the graves are dug up periodically in
order to see that the bones are in tact and not missing. The drums sounded like
native american war drums, my dad told me a few years after (this happend in
2000) that navajo and mexicans were enemies, and we are mexican, so I'm
guessing that those were drums of were, we also took pictures, but no
paranormal appearences came in the pictures.
I have a few more experiences, but I'm only going to mention
this last one.
This was in
friend) ok so i went because she invited me to Filipino
Weekend, but a few days before I was searching the Haunted Places in this site,
and I learned about the ghost of Browning Road.
She was well aware of the stories about the "hitchhiker ghost"
so i told her i was going to go investigate, she just laughed at me and said
whatever. I began driving back and forth
on Browning Road, but I didn't see the "lady of the rear view mirror"
I was growing more and more frustrated, so I got off my car and began mocking
the ghost to show itself, then I saw a figure in the backseat of my car (I'm
not afraid of anything supernatural) so I approached it, then it disappeared, I
quickly jumped in my backseat of my car and felt a very cold spot almost
freezing cold, it was at least 102 degrees outside, and I didn't have my AC on
that day because I like breezing feeling of the wind. I assume that it was at least 65 degrees in
that spot of the car, ONLY that spot.
Well that was my most recent one (July 2005).
By: nquattlebaum@yahoo.com
When we first moved into the house, after cleaning throughly,
I found an old fashioned hair pin in the master bedroom. During the 10 years of
living there, many other unexplained things happened.
We found that previous owner's son was murdered by the
neighbor's son over a girl,and buried in the woods behind the house. The
neighbor hid her son in the attic for 2 weeks before authorities found
him. She was a strange case herself, as
she is a fotune-teller known throughout the county.
One year I took her pies and cakes for Thanksgiving and she
gave me some air freshner called " More Money". The next thing I
knew, everything was breaking, the fuse box started shooting sparks, the
plumbing was leaking, both cars broke down and you better believe I threw that
stuff out. It didn't bring more money, it spent more money.
The scariest things to happen in that house were the kids
waking at night saying someone was pulling on their feet, especially the ones
who slept on the top bunks. I was awakened several times by what felt like
slaps on the face and once I woke when I felt like someone was smothering me.
Anytime walking through the woods, was unsettling, even on
the warmest, summer day. The kids tended
to play in to woods across the street rather than behind the house. I had found myself lost a few times,even in
just a few acres, at night, totally disoriented.
Several times, we would see an unexplained mist-weather was
not a factor- floating up from the old shed behind the house.
By: martysmart01@knology.net
A house down the road from Ashton Woods is a place a truly
ghost that was just discovered today… a little messed up house with the side
blown off ant there roof torn off. A girl and a young boy were exploring and
found a fan lying on the ground and when they were about to leave the found the
fan moving very fast. There were voices whispering and mumbling they had know
Idea what they were whispering.
Haunting of an old Edwardsville Funeral Home
By: ann_gee129@hotmail.com
While in college, I decided to move out on my own away from my
roommate. I found a very reasonable
one-bedroom apartment on
Old Man in Bed
By: daisymae5@alltel.net
Hello there, I have three tales to tell, one of mine and the
others from people I have met.
When I was 6 years old, my family moved to
One night I awoke to find the house shaking and creaking,
thats right, an earthquake. Being from
Jumping from my bed, I ran to my door to go to my parents
room which was down the hall to the left. I know I was awake for I remember
looking down by the door and my pet hermit crab was literally bouncing up and
down in his box. Well, once at the door, I looked to my right, and down the
hall, coming out of the kitchen was a bed enveloped in green light. I watched
as this brass bed came bouncing down the hall and I saw an old man lying in the
bed. It bounced down the hall, into my parents room, and out through the wall.
Needless to say, I was scared out of my mind, I jumped back in my bed and
somehow went to sleep. I told my mother about it the next day and of course she
told me it was a nightmare. I know the earthquake was real for we drove the
neighborhood and looked at all the damage.
Another thing that happened was: One morning I woke up and
was laying there. (this is kinda gross but hey, we all do it) I was picking my
nose when I looked at my brothers bed. The head of my bed was in the corner and
the foot of his bed was what I could see. There was a body in the bed for the
sheets were going over it. As I looked, I saw my brother (who was 12) squating
on the side of his bed with his back against the wall, in his underwear, with
his hands pointing to the sides of his head. His fingers were streched out
pointing toward each side of his head. He had a goofy smile on his face and his
tongue was sticking out. He was looking out across the room, not at me. I
thought, If he is against the wall, who is in the bed? Again, scared as can be,
I turned my face away and went back to sleep. Later and the breakfast table I
asked him about and he said I was crazy.
Another time I was watching cartoons in the morning and
through the floor it felt as if someone punched it. It was so hard, I remember
coming off the floor.
One more thing, Years later my mother told me this,
One day after her chores, she was taking a nap on her bed.
She was in that half awake half asleep mode and heard foot steps coming down
the hall. She thought it was my oldest brother (15) home from school. She was
thinking of what kind of snack to fix him as she heard the foot steps enter the
room and someone sat on the bed. When she looked up, there was no one there.
She was so alarmed, she got up got my little sister (2) and called my Father at
work and said that she would be on the front steps till he got home.
It was then that I found out that an old man had died in
that house. I guess I was about 16 when she told me. We moved from that house
and went back to
Another story I have heard was from a man that used to hang
out at the Kangaroo where I worked once. I was 18 at the time. The mans name
was Jimmy and has past on since.
Jimmy told me about
He told me that
They were gone within the minuite.
I have visited this place during the day, but not at night.
Many of the locals say it is haunted.
The last tale came from a man I met at a Halloween party.
There were not many people there and we were talking about this and that when
the conversation eventually led to ghosts.
I told him that I had seen a ghost ( my story above) and he
said "You too! Ive seen a ghost but I dont tell many about it for they
always think I'm crazy."
"When I was 12 we lived in
That is what I have had happen to me and what I have heard.
Thank you for your time.
THE GHOST TAPE
By: rachel.panter1@ntlworld.com
ONE DAY ME AND MY FAMILY WENT OUT TO MY GRANDMAS,NO-ONE WAS
GOING TO BE IN THE HOUSE SO BECAUSE ME AND MY SISTER BELIVE IN GHOSTS WE LEFT A
TAPE RECORDER RUNNING IN OUR BEDROOM.
WHEN WE GOT BACK WE STOPPED THE TAPE AND REWOUND IT.FIRST OF
ALL YOU COULD HERE US ALL SHUFFLING AROUND DOWN STAIRS BUT THEN IT WENT SILENT.
AFTER A WHILE WE STARTED TO HEAR NOISES LIKE A MAN
WHISPERING JIBBERISH THEN IT IT SOUNDED CLEAR IT WAS SAYING NO,NO STOP!ME AND
MY SISTER WERE GOBSMAKED.
THIS CARRIED ON FOR QUIT A WHILE,WHEN ALL OF A SUDDEN A HIGH
PITCHED SCREAM ECOED AROUND THE BEDROOM,IT WAS OFF THE TAPE!
IT WENT SILENT AGAIN,WHEN WE HEARD SOME0NE WHISTLING WHICH
REALLY FREAKED US OUT SO WE TURNED OF THE TAPE.
BUT NO MATTER WHAT I STILL WOUNDER WHAT WAS ON THE REST OF
THAT TAPE,AND SOME DAY
A Collection of Experiences
By: keycheck@cqservices.com
Since I was a little girl, (I am now 31 years old) I have
always felt as though someone was watching me.
I haven't ever wanted to call it a guardian angel, for it has never
helped me in any way. I don't think it
is a malicious presence either. It has
remained with me through childhood and into adulthood, through various moves to
different houses and such.
It may sound crazy to some of you, but I wish I would have
had more of a concrete experience with "the after life". Several of my relatives on my father's side
have claimed to have had premonitions and other such things happen to
them. I attribute that to where my third
daughter picked it up. She seems to know
things that she wouldn't know unless she were "special". When she was eighteen months old and barely
talking, she would look to the corner of our living room and point to a
"being" she called "Ryan".
Ryan was described the exact same way each time he was spotted. Black hair, green eyes and big like Daddy but
he acted like a baby, almost always crying or sad looking. She would have actual conversations with this
"being". One night I was typing
an e-mail to family and she was on my lap.
She pointed to the corner and said, "Mommy, he's here." I looked over and the corner was only
illuminated by the light from the computer screen. I did feel the room to get cold, so we went
out into the living room where it was warmer.
She had been tired and kept turning away from "Ryan" as if his
being there was upsetting her.
When she was almost three years old, she started saying that
this bald man, who frightened her was showing up. She described him as wearing dark clothing
and he was pale, bald and had black eyes.
Black eyes that were hard to see or weren't there. She only saw Ryan at our home, but first saw
this bald man at our friends house. The
first time she saw him her eyes were transfixed to their white wall near their
hallway. We all thought it was cool and
tried to keep quiet, so we wouldn't affect her in any way as she watched
him. But this entity scared her. She didn't like him and while
"Ryan" sightings were getting fewer, "bald man" sightings
were becoming more frequent. I didn't
like it at all. That is when my Mother
in law began to tell her that these were imaginary friends that she thought she
needed and she really didn't need them.
Soon after she began believing that, my Mother in law gave her a
"dream catcher". She touches
this each night before bed and each day when she wakes. Since then she hasn't seen the bald man or
Ryan. She speaks of Ryan now as if he
were a dear friend of hers from long ago.
She remembers him, but will not say he was a ghost. She sticks to what her Grandma told her about
him being an imaginary friend.
The only personal experience I can jot down happened when I
was 12 years old. I used to hang out
with the girls next door till they became teenagers. They were about 5 and 6 years older than
I. The elder of the girls was killed on
her 18th birthday in horrible car accident that killed 4 other teens in our
area. It was my first experience with
someone close to me dying. I handled it
strangely. Drawing pictures of her in
her casket, writing about the night she died, the time, the date. A year from the date she passed, I was laying
in my bed. There were no storms in the
area that night. At
A Wierd Experience
By: lil_meki_chick@yahoo.com
It was
Dad & Brother Who Passed
By: firstfinancialresources@mycomcast.com
I cannot say that I have any physic abilities or anything
like that or had a lot of paranormal experiences, but I know that I had one
just recently. A little background
first....
My brother passed away in August of 2000 and my dad in
January of 2002. My brother visited me
shortly after his death. I was in bed
and I felt something go over my head and then my mattress moved (like someone
ran across the bed). That was the only
time I think he has come to say hi.
My mom and dad have a park model trailer down the
It was around
Freaked out a little, I went back to sitting on the bed and
watching tv. Not 2 seconds go by and the
key hook holding a small set of keys went flying across the room. That is when I knew that my dad was trying to
say hi. I said "Ok dad, your
freaking me out so knock it off"
and that was that. I don't know
who it was or if it was just coincidences that happened, but I was happy to
think it was my dad saying hi.
By: Damzel67@msn.com
My family and I visit
Habbersett House Knowlton &
By: BVogtengr@aol.com
Just wanted to add some experiences on two house(s) we owned
in
Sightings:
Strange sounds from the living room usually at night-lights
turning off & on TV turned off for no reason. When I was renovating the
attached garage (was originally a horse stall) at two separate occasions -
apparition sightings of young children with dark knickers (short pance) running
in front of the garage door and giggling/talking. No "live" human
beings were around I checked it out.
Had taken pictures of the inside of the house and have
pictures with ghost mists & orbs (one time some mist was draped above the
healthy animal (rabbit). The animal died the next day for no apparent reason
(wasn't real old - about 3 yrs.).
I don't no more history except I believe Habersett's wife
died there, again it was a schoolhouse for 50+ years and the living room was
the original schoolhouse (one story at that time).
Another house in
Many sightings (sounds, things moving by itself etc.) with
separate witnessest.
We called the ghost "Ester". Foorsteps & taping doors in the upstairs
hallway late at night, typing (old typewriter) keys (no one had a typewriter at
the time). One morning when going to work, at the top of the stairs I heard a
faint old "ragtime" music coming from downstairs. I said to myself
that is strange someone left the stereo on. I came down the stairs and saw a
flash of light and the music stopped. (the stereo was off). One time a TV came
on and it was unplugged! (That one freaked me out a little)
One Party we had at least (twice) doors opened by itself
(heavy wood doors) at least one foot+. Witnesses saw that and some were
scared-I shrugged it off and blamed Ester. Attic had cold spots. Always flys
and or wasps even in the middle of winter (even when windows were sealed and
even when I sprayed up there they always seem to come back)
Haunting in
By:bk2me@bellsouth.net
I just found your web site.
I used to live in
We had a little boy who was pretty much harmless, just a
real prankster However there was a very dark and evil presence. He was a dark tall Man entity. We contacted the Warrens who sent two people
to our home. They too experienced an
evil presence in the house. An exorcisim
was done in the house, however the evil presence never left. I moved out of state. To this date, the house
has been sold a couple of times. I believe that it is still haunted.
I can see Them
By: STEPHANI40272@peoplepc.com
Since I was a child, I could see and hear things that others
could not. I still can. I know without a doubt they are not just dreams, or
fantasies, they are without a doubt real.
I have many stories in which I could share, but for now, I
will give you the story of my house.
I do not call myself a psychic, but I do believe such people
are real, but they are few and far between. I think, in some since, perhaps I
posses a small amount of psychic influence.
My house, for example, has an interesting story.
A split-level house built in the early '70's, having only
one preveous own before my family.
This owner was known as a robber, a cheat, a drunkard, and
an abusive father and husband.
While now they are replaced, when I was a child, I
remembered the gaping holes in the doors and walls from where he had tired to
get to his wife and son when he was in a drunken rage. I even remember my Dad
filling the holes with plaster when we couldn't afford to replace the doors
completely. Of course, by some odd cause, the plaster would chip and fall from
the hole as soon a sit dried.
I suppose this story never fully sunk in until recently.
The downstairs area is a family room, and then a second room
split into two with a small bathroom having only a shower in it. I stay in the
family room.
This shower, installed almost 10 years ago, is what I use
even today. Every time I shower, I hear something rather freitening (sp?).
I hear a man, yelling. While usually it is muffled by the
running water, I sometimes hear loud profanity and loud pounding noises. Behind
this, there is a woman who screams wildly, frantically. Often times it's
"Stop it!" And.. the most devestating noise behind this is th crying
of a small child. Not a baby or toddler, but maybe one of 6 to 8 years of age.
The first time I heard this I was devestated. I thought
something had gone horribly wrong in my house, but upon going upstairs, I found
out everything was normal and that I was the only one who heard it.
To this day, I am still the only one who hears it. I've
grown rather accostumed to singing in the shower at the top of my lungs to
block out the noise.
Thanks for reading, I hope this or any other stories I could
offer you will be of interest.
My Absent Minded Grandmother
By: Belowrey@aol.com
My grandparents passed away and I moved into their house,
where they lived for over 35 years. I always felt safe and happy there. My
grandfather died first, in 1996, and my grandmother passed in late 2003. She
had a brain tumor removed several years before her death, and was very
forgetful and confused much of the time.
After I moved in, strange things started happening. Things
would disappear and then reappear a few weeks later, in a prominent place. I
couldn't find a favorite ring and tore my room apart searching for it for three
weeks. I went through my jewelry box piece by piece five times, looking for it.
One day I was dressing for work and opened the jewelry box, and there it was,
sitting right on top of everything, right where it should have been. I misplaced a favorite skirt for a over three
months, and then walked in from work one night and it was laying in the middle
of my bed. I don't know if my Grandmother was trying to make me crazy, playing
games with me, or was borrowing my stuff and returning it...........Then there
was the electronic equipment. It started with the CD player in the den. To turn
it on, you have to hit the power button and then the play button. Somehow, it
would come on all by itself. Scared me to death the first few times that
happened. The TV was in my bedroom, and it would come on and go off by itself.
I managed a nightclub, so I would leave in the late afternoon for work, and the
light in my bedroom would not need to be turned on while I was getting dressed.
However, there were several nights I came in and the bedroom light, ceiling
fan, and TV would be turned on, and the TV would be blaring, louder than I would
have had it. I might understand forgetting to turn off the ceiling fan and the
TV, but I never had the light on in the first place before leaving the house.
And I swear the rocker recliner was barely rocking one of those nights when I
walked in. It never really scared me, cause I felt that my grandparents were
looking out for me. I sold the house and moved out several months ago.
And on the subject of taking care of me, my parents were
killed in a car accident, and we were very close. I feel they watch out for me,
especially my daddy. My bartender and I joke about it, and she made the comment
one night that if my business partner didn't stop dissing me that daddy was
going to take care of him and hit him up side the head. The very next evening
we were in the middle of staff meeting and my business partner made a smart
remark to me, and his bottle of water shot off the table and across the floor.
No one had touched it! The bartender and I looked at each other and tried not
to laugh, and as soon as the meeting was over, she came running over to me and
said, "Were you thinking what I was thinking? He ticked your daddy
off!"
"A Little Girl Ghost"
By:
I had seen ghosts
before but only very briefly. None have ever identified themselves to me, or
spoken to me, nor had I had an experience so personal!
In the middle of the night I 'woke up' and noticed a dull,
white blob floating on my ceiling. I immediately recognised it as a spirit. It
began moving accross the ceiling and down onto the wall beside me, so I sat up
and tried to 'pull' it into focus, almost as if I knew I would not be able to
see it with just my eyes.
As I did this it began morphing into a bright white, glowing
little girl! She was about 5 years old and so bright and beautiful that it
literally hurt my eyes to look at her, so I closed them.
Not wanting to appear rude or as shaken as I really was, I
said 'hello' and she said 'hello' back!
I have to say, when she spoke these words to me, I had to
really focus on hearing her voice... not with my ears, but with some other part
of me. I managed to open my eyes then, and the glare had eased off. I asked her
what her name was and she replied softly, "Mary Hoskie". Her voice
was very beautiful, very angelic.
It was then that I asked her how she had died. I dont really
remember if she had told me what happened to her aswell, but she certainly
'showed' me!
She had been playing on some old floor boards when she fell
through them, landing on some wires that electrocuted her to death.
After the vision she gave me, I immediately felt the need to
comfort her as I would my own child. I grabbed her and held her in my arms for
a minute or so, not so forgeting what she was, but understanding that she
needed comfort and I became comfortable with her!
I then made room for her on my bed and prompted her to lay
beside me. I held her hand all night and I noticed that her hand was very
warm... not cold like I would've expected. I did not notice any change in
temperature in my room either.
I kept 'waking' throughout the night (atleast 3 times), to
see if she was still there and she was!
The last part of my experience was that I 'woke up' again,
and went out to show my mother a picture of her and I together in a family
photo, with two or three other young children (whome I don't recognise). My
mother told me she thought it was Maddison (my real life daughter), and even
though she did look alot like Maddison, the only way I could prove to her that
it was infact 'Mary Hoskie', I smudged my thumb accross the photo, and the
image changed. I did this several times until finally, she believed me.
From my experience, I got the distinct impression that I may
have been Mary's mother in a past life. It felt almost as if she was coming to
me for comfort and to be held by me again. The photo that I showed my mother
was a family portrait with other children there also, and her initials, M.H are
the initials of my real like daughter, Maddison Hinde!
I'd be very interested to hear your comments, please feel
free to email me.
Port Townsend,
By: Wilk2Jo@aol.com
I know this is not a private residence, nor is it a new
listing for you. In fact, I have never
been to your website before this
evening.
I can attest to strange things happening at the
Yes, the television did switch on and off in the
evening. But stranger yet was the shower
in the bathroom. I had been soaking in
the jacuzzi tub, and decided to rinse off.
At first the showerhead was flowing straight on. Then it seemed to turn towards the bathroom
floor, making a puddle on the floor before I shut it off. I would turn the showerhead back, and it
would once again turn the outside of the tub.
I thought it had become loose, so
I shut the water off, and tried to tighten it up. Then I stood outside of the tub, and turned
the shower back on and let it run for at
least a couple minutes. During that
time, the shower acted normal, running straight into the drain as it should. Then I stepped back into the shower and once
again the shower head turned outside of the tub. I have no explanation for this.
I was concerned about being the only one on the third floor
at this time since it was a mid-week, and I left the blinds up, and the lights
on until nearly
The following morning I heard a clock chiming. It sounded like an old style grandfather
clock or school clock. I checked my
watch beside the nightstand, and saw that it was about 5:50 AM or abouts. I thought it was odd that a hotel clock would
chime before most people would be ready to get up. The next morning I walked down the stairs and
passed a clock that was not working near the kitchen or lobby area. I cannot remember now exactly where it was,
but I think it was near the restaurant.
To this day I do not know if there might have been another working clock
in the hotel on the second or third floor.
Although I sometimes have a little imagination, these things
I could not rationalize away. A couple
of other things during that visit I could so I will not include those.
This was the second time in my life that I felt the presence
of somebody else. The other time was
working late at a private university in
Similar to One Already
By: gridley@wowway.com
My Husband is the one who experienced this, and it was
before we even met.
Anyway, he owned a house in Odin MI,
My Husband moved out of the house in 1993. But the fact that
the house he lived in was the towns old train depot and boarding house. The
pattern and the description on the ghosts walk at the same time of night. it 2
separate houses 200-300 miles apart. The railroad started in
We don't know if the Spirit is still in the Odin house, but what
makes me think this one shared an area is that in 1995-1999 the railway was
torn up and the rails used for scrap metal, around the time the Grand Rapids
Spirit was last seen.
A Black Cloaked Figure wakes Me up
By: jroyston@charter.net
about 15 years ago, when i was in my mid 20s, i was living
in a religious commune with about 15-20 other people. we didnt have a whole lot of room and so most
of the time we shared rooms with other people (all female rooms, all male
rooms) and at the time i was sharing a bedroom with 2 other women. we all had single beds in different areas so
we sort of had our own spaces.
one night i had the room to myself (a rare occurrence!) as
the other 2 women were out and i had the chance to get to bed early. i prepared for bed around maybe 10 pm and
once i turned my light off, there was no light in the room except from a window
that had no draperies across the room.
the bedroom door was closed.
i was lying on my back and had fallen into a heavy sleep
when i suddenly woke up to see a figure floating directly above my face. it was completely black but i could see
details of a cloak surrounding its head (i didn't see a face). in fact, instead of a face, there was just
deeper blackness. the figure appeared to
have its own light source, since i could make out details sort of, but there
was actually no light involved here....it was just a streaming black cloak, a
deeper black featureless face, and it appeared to be floating above my face
looking at me. i felt frozen.
i don't know how long this went on but i became aware of the
sounds of one of my roommates coming up the stairs and headed into the
bedroom. it seemed that the figure heard
my roommate also, because it suddenly stopped looking at me, jerked its head up
to look at the bedroom door, and then streaked off to my left, into what was a
closet area that had behind it an attic crawlspace for storage.
when my roommate walked into the room, i was gasping for
breath and crying. she turned on the
light and she said that she had heard me scream.
the next day the story had made its way around the
commune. this was a religious community
and so the figure was explained away as being a demon of some sort, or perhaps
a spirit of death. i was never sure what
it was but the explanation of "demon" seemed too easy to me. it didn't seem so much evil as curious; i
figure if it had wanted to harm me, it could have very easily.
Haunted
By: jroyston@charter.net
a few years ago my husband & i went to shiloh battlefield
in
before we took the tour of the battlefield, we went to the
guide center and saw a film explaining the battle and what action happened
where.
after the film you had the option of going with a group on a
tour with a guide or taking a tape recorder and a tape to play and going by
yourself. neither my husband nor i are
really "joiners" so we opted for the tape player.
it was a sunday afternoon and really REALLY quiet. we turned the tape player on and listened as
the guide's voice told us where to stop on the tour, told about the spot, and
then you could get out and look around.
this was going pretty well until we got to the part of the
tour that was called "the bloody pond." apparently, during the battle of shiloh, men
and horses were dying all over and about the only place they could get a drink
before they died was "the bloody pond." the tape said during the battle, the water in
the pond was as red as blood.
we listened to the tape and then we got out and approached
the pond. we sort of seperated...we were
maybe 15 feet from each other, sort of in our own thoughts and looking into the
water.
it was just this very ordinary pond, not as big as a lake,
and adjacent to a big field where part of the battle happened.
as i stood looking into the water, i felt sort of like i was
going into a different level of consciousness, sort of like how you get when
your eyes are out of focus. when that
happened, i started hearing sounds, like horses neighing and then i heard
gunshots. i looked up and i could see
dead and dying men and horses, i could hear their voices, i could see fighting
going on. the figures were sort of
transparent but i could see them very clearly.
i sort of shook my head to shake it off and when i did that, the scene
disappeared and there was just the water and the green may afternoon quiet
again. i felt like i was being given a
choice; if i wanted to, i could walk away and pretend it never happened, or i
could watch the scene if i wanted to. i
opted to watch the scene. i stood there
for a few minutes watching the men and the animals and the battle going
on. the water in the pond was red. it was amazing. i started crying and i felt like my energy
was draining out of my body. i was still
aware of my husband walking around the pond to my left.
finally my husband came over closer to me, and i asked him
if he was experiencing anything. he
said, yes, let's get the hell out of here!
so we left.
that weird, otherworldly feeling lasted the rest of the
afternoon. i was pretty shaken by what
i'd seen and i told my husband about it.
he said he hadn't seen what i did, but he did feel a very heavy presence
of "something." after that,
during the rest of the tour, i didn't have as intense an experience anywhere
else at shiloh, though the sense of oppressiveness and overwhelming sadness
lasted until we left. i had a feeling
that the battle was still going on, all around us, just under the surface.
a while later i wrote to the people at shiloh and asked them
if anyone else had ever reported anything similar happening to them. they never wrote me back.
He Followed Us
By: ctx53369@centurytel.net
It all started when my husband and I moved into our new home
in
But not for long. As
my son grew and started sleeping through the night, I became much more
rested. But having grown accustomed to
being up in the wee hours, I would oftentimes stay up for 3-4 hours after my
family had retired. My normal bedtime
was between 1 and 2 AM. I'd like to
impress upon those reading this account that all was quiet until about 11 PM
each night. And right about 11 PM my
basement became a suddenly noisy place.
I can remember hearing the footsteps and hoping against hope they
wouldn't start up the stairs. I got the
impression that whoever it was down there was not in a good mood. The footstep sounds were pacing and
aggravated. On several occassions there
would be a loud crashing sound like someone dropped something heavy onto the
floor. This my husband heard. He is a light sleeper and the sound would
wake him. He would come running out of
the bedroom asking me if I was alright and what just happened!?! I would tell him it came from downstairs and
he would swear that it sounded to him like it came from the kitchen. Everytime.
About a year went by and I began hearing the sounds in the
daytime. I would also catch my son, (who
became mobile at about 8 months and was crawling around everywhere) peaking
around the bannister and staring down the steps leading to the basement. He was engaged in this activity so often that
whenever I couldn't find him, I would go look there before anywhere else. 9 out of 10 times I wouldn't have to look any
further. We had considered putting up a
gate, but he never even acted like he wanted to go downstairs. In fact, when we would go down for whatever
reason (as I said, we used the area for storage) and would pick him up to go
with, he would cry and not want to go down with us. Then one day, just after Christmas and a
month before his 2nd birthday he was playing on the couch with his dad. When suddenly he snapped his head toward the
landing at the top of the basement stairs, screamed with fright, jumped off the
couch and literally climbed me saying, "oh no, oh no, oh no". My husband went to the landing and walked
onto it in an attempt to make him feel better, but to no avail. He was afraid of something that he saw
there. And then, when he was in his
third year he started telling me about "the bad man who watches
you." How he knew he was bad I don't
know. When I pressed him for more
information he would say, "He's
just bad. He's mean." I put a lock on the basement door. In hindsight that seems stupid, but at the
time I couldn't think of anything else to do to feel safer. I also took to having my son sleep in our bed
with us as his bedroom was before ours when coming down the hallway and the
footsteps had taken to pacing up and down it all night long. He had come upstairs. I began going to bed with my family and I
always closed and locked the bedroom door now.
I would turn on the t.v. and leave the volume at such a level as to
drown out the sound of the pacing just outside the door. Apparently that annoyed our
"roommate". Because after
about a month of ignoring the pacing noises, at about 2 AM one night someone
banged loudly on our bedroom door. FROM
INSIDE OUR HOUSE! We all jumped up
terrified. My husband ordered me and my
son to go into the bathroom and lock the door while he went and
investigated. He came back saying that
there was nothing out of order and the exterior doors were all locked. Nobody slept again on that night. We sat up all night waiting for something
else to happen. Nothing did. Until the following night when the garage
door leading into the house, which had a bolt lock on it and sqeaky hinge,
opened and slammed shut twice within 20 minutes time. Both times when my husband ran out of our
bedroom to catch the intruder, he came back saying the door was not only
closed, but also deadbolted. We were all
afraid of our house now. Luckily my
husband got a job transfer a few months after these incidences and we
moved. But up until the day we did, we
both had the experiences of being watched.
And we both heard the heavy footfalls in the hallway at night. Needless to say, we moved to
Upon arrival we moved into a brand new duplex
apartment. It was lovely and, for a few
months...quiet. But about 3 months after
we moved in we were all lying on our master bed, which gave us a direct view of
the pass-though kitchen, when my now 4 year old son sat straight up, gasped and
pointed at the kitchen saying, "It's the mean man!" I couldn't believe it. But I believed him. When we pressed him for more he simply said,
"He was looking at you, mommy. Like
he always does. He's gone
now."
My husband had been helping out on another construction job
that took him away from
But 2 or 3 days later I was in the garage when I clearly saw
the shadow of a man wearing a hat (like a soft leather cowboy hat with the
saucer brim) on the garage wall. I was
transfixed by it and walked up to it for a closer inspection. As I reached out my hand to touch it, it
MOVED away from me! I was paralyzed with
fear for about 10 seconds or so. But
when I did get my wits about me again, I backed away from it, like along the
wall leading to the door into the house.
And it moved again. This time it
came toward me!!! I stubbled backward up
the couple of stairs to the door, and grabbing the knob I opened it and
literally fell through the doorway into the house, slammed the door closed and
locked it tight. Once inside the house I
put furniture up against it in an effort to keep whatever was in there IN
there. I called my husband begging him
to come home. I was terrified. My son was terrified. We were alone with this thing and didn't know
what to do to make it stop.
Later that same night my son and I were sitting at the
dining room table eating when we both heard the sound of voices. Like almost party chatter. But it sounded like it was coming from a tiny
speaker. It started in the living room
and came towards us, getting louder as it drew nearer. My boy actually looked behind him as it
approached us, and slowly turned his head watching the sound as it passed by
within 2 feet of us. I turned my head as
it passed by and watched the sound go into the kitchen and fade away as it turned
the corner. We looked at each other like
"Oh no!" And for the second
time that week we were driven from our home.
Only to return to silence.
Everything was as it should be.
We didn't sleep alot in
Until one day my son and I had just returned home from the
laundrymat and I was running in and out the front door bringing in
clothes. I just happened to glance out
the living room window and there he was!
Sitting in the backseat of my
At the end of my rope, I called my uncle and told him the
whole story I just told you. He seemed
to think it was a "spirit guide" and I should send it love. Uh, ok.
But, let me tell you. At this
point I was willing to try anything. So
I sent it love. I sat in my dining room
and sent this thing as much love and compassionate understanding as I could
muster. I told it I would help it if it
needed something, please just let me know what it needed. And on and on...
There hasn't been a single disturbance for us ever since.
By: lericistre2005@yahoo.com
When i was about 10 or so, my mother and father decided to
rent this home on
By: hildur@charter.net
I just have to share this little story with all you ghost
lovers out there. In February of 1998 me and a friend of mine went on a once in
a life time trip to
One day we visited
We walked into one of the bedrooms while our group was in
the next room. I instantly felt like I had intruded on someone, but there was
no one there. I even went as far as to say, "Hello." to announce our
entry so I didn't feel like we had intruded quite as rudely. I felt that I
should behave very respectfully in this room, as if the owners eyes were on us.
Our group was coming into that room next, so my friend and I
left. We were standing in the hallway when we heard our guide say, "This
room is supposedly still haunted by the original owners first wife." Me
and my friend just looked at each other with our jaws dropped. We had
definitely sensed her presence. We were thrilled and honored that she would be
so willing to let us sense her.
It was such a neat experience, I will never forget the Lady
of Larnach, I just had to share it with all of you ghost junkies.
As a side note, there was another room in this house where
the staff gave up making one of the beds because it is always rumpled when they
come back. They suspect another ghost is at work, (or napping - tee hee).
Happy Haunting Everybody, be nice to your ghost! You may be
their only friend! Help them cross over!
The Goodbye Message
By: a_snow_capped_romance@hotmail.com
Hey. I don't really know if you would call this a ghostly
encounter, but I think it's kinda strange. When I was 14, i had a dog called
Odie, a little mini foxy. He was like my best friend, even though I only had
him for about
2 or 3 years. My parents and brother went on a holiday one
day, leaving me at my friends house, and Odie tied up by a chain out the front
of our house.
On the 2nd last day that I was staying at my friends house,
we went into town, and I insisted on going to visit Odie. I got there, and
found him hanging off the verandah by his chain, dead. My friend comforted me
all night, and for some reason, we were so terrified all night, so much that we
pushed our beds together and never let each other out of sight. I had a
restless sleep, but then I woke up in the morning and then fell into a deep
sleep. I had a strange dream. I dreamt that Odie was still alive, runnig
around. But then when I picked him up, his eyes kept turning into white. I was
scared and crying, and my mother said "He's passing over, say goodbye to
him now" I told Odie that I loved him so much and I would miss him. Then
all of a sudden, his eyes went normal brown again, and he licked me, jumped
around and ran around the house. There was a hole in our fence next to a tree,
that he would always use to get out of the yard. i ran outside and i could see
Odie look at me, then run through the hole, not looking back. I believe that,
because i didnt have the chance to say goodbye to my beloved dog, his spirit
stayed behind until he could say a proper goodbye to me. Has anyone else ever
had this kind of experience?
First and Only
By: Lindajgwalker@aol.com
My first and only experience with a ghost was when I was 4,
I and my family went on a holiday trip to
But that night, my
dad had to go downstairs, complaining that the bed was uncomfortable, I was
woken up by the bed moving and was curious where my dad was going. Being me, I
went to follow. My first thought was that he had gone to the toilet, so I went
into the bathroom.
The only thing I can
remember is walking into the bathroom and seeing a figure, from then my mind is
blank, but my mum said that when my dad had found me, the figure had gone, and
I had told my dad what he had looked like. He had a wooly jumper, a beard and a
warm smile. I must have been talking to the man for taleast 10 minutes.
Although it might not
sound like a massive, ultra cool experience but to me it is the best experience
ever!!!!
A Haunting in
By: einar214@hotmail.com
I recently checked your website for haunted places in
president) and Gorbachev (former president of the Soviet
Repuplic) met to discuss a peacetreaty. It's referd to by Icelandes as
"Hofdi" and is located near the shore in
I went there but nothing was out of the ordenary in there.
Also regarding the viking longship that has been seen by the
American couple
and the phrase that they
thought they heard, Icelanders have also seen
something that might be taken as a longship sailing along the coast, but never
to my knowledge have I heard anybody say anything about the vikings yelling
something out. The translation for that phrase is very hard to come by. During
the Viking ear,