Dad?

By: philbert_7@hotmail.com

It's been a few years since I've added any new experiences.  The last thing I recall writing about were whispers heard around my home.  Since then, my father passed away from cancer and his spirit may be responsible for some strange happenings.  My father passed away in early May 2003, and that summer I had a vivid dream.  It was Sunday, July 20th and I had worked very early that morning.  I worked at the Gap and we had to rearrange the clothing stock and add new items to the shelves.  It took about 4 hours and I arrived back at home around 10 30 AM.  I was exhausted due to waking up so early so I drew the blinds and took a nap.  Immediately after falling asleep I dreamt that I was sitting on my father's bed in his home in London, Ontario.  There was a knock on the door and I got up to open it and standing in front of me was my father wearing his dark blue pyjamas (that he died in).  He looked luminous and healthy and he was smiling.  I hugged him and could feel his warmth, never wanting to let go.  I looked up at him and asked, "where are you going?" and he replied "I don't know yet, I have some things to take care of."  I asked him if there was a God and he replied, "I don't know that yet, but will find out soon".  ust then my mother woke me up because she heard me crying.  When I awoke, my eyes shot open and I had no idea where I was.  I shot upright crying hysterically, asking "where did he go? where is he?" My mom was so confused and tried to console me but I was so upset because it seemed such a real encounter.  I stayed in my room for the rest of the day because I felt he was there with me still; I felt that if I left I would abandon him.  It sounds strange, and it may well have been just a dream because his death had just occurred two months before and I was grieving heavily.  I like to believe that it was him trying to say goodbye.  I haven't had any other dreams like this, although I have dreamt of my father; mainly he will appear randomly in dreams that have nothing to do with anything.
The second thing that happened was very frightening to me.  This occured last April, around Easter time.  I had a terrible cold and was home from school for Easter weekend.  We were set to leave for my grandparent's house that morning.  Around 6 AM I awoke, couging repeatedly.  I took some Buckley's to calm my throat and rolled over onto my stomach, sprawled across the right side of my bed with my feet apart.  Not a minute later I heard a repeated tapping above my head (on my headboard).  It lasted about a full minute and I did not think much of it but suddenly, it felt as if someone placed their hand between my feet and compressed the covers, or as if a cat was sitting between my feet.  it just appeared, this strange sensation.  I lay frozen not knowing what to think.  I was so frightened.  I finally gathered the courage to rip out of bed and turn on my light.  Of course there was nothing there and my door was closed and locked so our cat was not in my room.  I remember seeing a faint thread of light whisp by and disappear but it could have been my eyes adjusting to the light (as it was still very dark at AM).  I told my mom about what happened and she mentioned that she had a similar experience in my room two weeks prior.  She said it felt as if the cat jumped up on the bed, but there was nothing there of course.  I'm not sure what to think.  I like to think that it was my father making sure I was alright.. maybe it was the ghost of a passed cat (Oscar)... or maybe it was nothing.  One thing that convinces me that this was a paranormal incident is the fact that I've read about "tapping" before a paranormal event occurs.  I read this book called the Ghost that Haunted Itself - the story of the Mackenzie Poltergeist By Jan Andrew-Henderson.  It is a book of well-documented hauntings surrounding the Black Mausoleum, a tomb in Greyfriar's cemetery in Edinburgh, Ireland.  Ben Scott leads tours of this tomb and one of his encounters was very similar to my own.  On page 21 it reads,
"Ben lay in his bed staring up at the cieling.  it was almost Easter.  He had drunk too much and had gone to bed alone.  As he lay unsuccessfully trying to sleep, he heard a repeated tapping noise just above his head.  Ben didn't know what it was, and he no longer cared.  A few minutes later he heard the heavy swish of the bead curtains parting..." 
I almost couldn't breathe when I read this.  I couldn't believe how related the incidents were.  But, it could all be coincidence.
One other thing that frightened me occured this past May.  It was May 5th actually (The second anniversary of my father's passing) and I had just returned home from a friend's house.  It was around 3AM and I went to sleep in the guest/computer room because my room was occupied by my mother because her basement room had flooded due to a leak in the foundation when our pool thawed.  I was dozing off when suddenly I heard something fall off the shelf of the computer desk onto the desk itself.  It made a very loud noise that startled me awake.  I was frozen and felt very threatened, like something was looming in the darkness, approaching me. I yelled out "Go away!" not really thinking how ridiculous I sounded.  I scrambled to open the door proceeding to run out of the room and into my room to my mom.  I jumped under the covers, absolutely quivering and crying (I get scared very easily).  So she got up to check out the room.  I went with her and we turned on the light.  A heavy compass that sat on the top shelf had fallen and that's what the noise was.  But how on earth the compass inched off the shelf and fell onto the desk is a complete, and eerie mystery. 
Not too much else has happened since.  Before we rennovated the house over the summer, we would sometimes hear random knocks and a picture (of my father) once "gently" fell to the floor when a plant was placed a little bit in front of it.  My mother's diamond engagement ring (from my father) has disappeared never to be found to this day.  But again, I guess these things happen. 





Dunfield House


By: kandersteg@tiscali.co.uk

Day 1
We were on are way to Dunfield house in Wales,for a school journey.We arrived at about 5:00pm.We were in a  small wooden room.The door swung open and the handle kept moving up and down.Later tht night there were horrible noises from the fire exit.
Day 2
We woke very early we had a look outside.There was a lot of condensation on the window.On the outside of the window there was writing it said 'I do'.
Day 3
The door was rattling more and we have a few witnesses.In the middle of the night, the fire door swung open without the handle turning.There were horrible noises and an outline of human figure.One of us opened the door and there was nothing there.
Day 4
In the morning the fire door was still open.I asked my friend and he said what had happened.Later before dinner all of us left sweets,money and a note.(We cant remember what the note said.)When we got back the sweets and the money were gone.'On the note it said EVILL with two 'l's.
Day 5
We were just about to leave we had too check if the window was locked.(It was.)
One of us saw out the back of the coach that the window had been opened.


Ghost in Paris


By: betterwords@verizon.net

I just thought I'd share my ghost story--
In the summer of 2001 I was living in Paris in a building that I believe was built in 1863. The elevator was deemed "historic" and was creaky and slow and broke often, but couldn't be replaced because it was an antique and they had rules about that. The elevator was wooden on three sides and made of grating and stained glass in the front, and each landing was grated, so you could see right into the elevator when it stopped, and anyone standing there when you were in the elevator could see you -- the elevator was very small, just big enough for three average weight people to stand inside. A friend visited me in August and we decided to go out shopping in the afternoon. We went to the landing and pressed the button for the elevator. I might mention that I believe that we were probably just about the only people in this building at the time -- the Parisians had all left for the seashore and I hadn't seen anyone but the building's porter and one other person the whole summer. This day, when the elevator came, there was a man in it. My friend and I both gasped at the same time because it was very unexpected. The man was handsome with thick, black short hair, maybe in his 30s, tall-ish, wearing a dark suit with a white shirt that was open at the collar. He looked very crisp and rich, but a little tousled, like he had just come back from a party. Within the blink of an eye, the man was gone -- in a flash!
The elevator hadn't opened (you pushed the door to open it) -- he just vanished. My friend and I said "did you see that?" to each other, and we confirmed the description. He looked just like a regular person, not clear or ghost-like at all. Then, she just got into the elevator -- brave! I got in with her, but I made her stand where he had been standing!



Haunted House

By: CR1@beasleyfirm.com

In June of 1988 my husband and I moved to a small town in Gloucester County, New Jersey called Paulsboro.  Paulsboro is situated along the Delaware River and Mantua Creek; to get into town, you have to cross a small bridge over Mantua Creek.  We had a dog, and after a long day at the office banging away at a keyboard, I enjoyed taking our little darling for a walk.  Many times the dog and I would walk down our street, turn onto Broad Street, cross the bridge and walk down Crown Point Road for a bit, then turn home.  For some reason I was reluctant to walk on the east side of the bridge, or the east side of Crown Point Road near the bridge.  I can remember looking off into a woodsy area on the east side of Crown Point Road by the bridge and thinking, "I don't know what happened there, but it must have been something really bad to make me feel this spooked."  About five years after we came to Paulsboro, I was driving home on a "dark and stormy night" as Snoopy would say.  The rain was so heavy I could barely see the road ahead.  As I approached the bridge from Crown Point Road, I caught a glimpse through the murky weather of a house on the east side of the bridge (where I knew no house was … it was that little woodsy area that always spooked me so much).  The house was a ball of fire, flames were shooting straight up into the air like the Fourth of July, and the smell of wood burning filled the car.  As quickly as I saw the house, it was gone, vanished and the scent of charred wood disappeared with it.  Yes, I was scared, even though the doors of the car were locked.  Periodically, when I'd be coming home from that direction but only when it was stormy and late at night, I'd catch a two or three second glimpse of a house engulfed in fire and smell the scent of a house burning (which is entirely different from the scent of something like leaves burning or a fireplace).  This happened about six times over ten years and the experience really spooked me. 
A few years later, I learned that back in the 1930's or 1940's (can't remember the decade, but during that time period) there WAS a house located on that piece of ground.  The family living there had either five or six children (I can't remember now how many, but it was more than four) and one night when the father was working night shift, the house caught fire and all the children died in the blaze.  Witnesses said the oldest girl (who was about thirteen) ran back into the house and up the stairs to save her littlest brother, who was a baby.  Needless to say, now I understand why that spot always made me uncomfortable and where the scent of charred wood came from. 
What I think is interesting is that the ghost of this story isn't a person, or an animal, but an inanimate object: a house!  A house that no longer exists, and hasn't existed for over a half a century, but still blazes away like a Halloween pumpkin when conditions are just right … so the next time there is an unusually dark and stormy night, come on down to Gloucester County, New Jersey and head for Paulsboro from Crown Point Road.  You just may be haunted by a house.


I have a Novel


By: harlequeen2763@yahoo.com



My first name is Holly and i don't know if this will help your page or if you'd just be interested in hearing my story.  But telling someone who will not laugh in my face will help me get this weight off my chest.
I am twenty-one, so for me to tell my story to anyone, they aren't going to believe me.  Thinking that i am young and i made it up.  But let me tell you.  After I tell you my life's experiences, you'll know it isn't just a figment of imagination.  Because if it is, then my whole family is crazy along with me.
The haunting first occurred in my Grandmother's house.  I have two sisters and three brothers. One of my brothers wasn't born until i was fourteen.  One of those sisters is my identical twin, so pretty much whateverI happened, happened to both of us for some reason.  We really never had that twin connection until she moved away and now it;s like we are in the same room er a three hundred miles away from each other.
Anyways, I lived in the house from the time i was four until i was about sixteen, i don't really remember when i first noticed strange things going on.  The first thing i can actually remember is when i was five.  My sister and i shared a room and a bed.  So i slept on the side closest to the door.  I was always afraid to look into the hallway.  I always felt like I wasn't alone.  Like someone was watching me.  I woke up one night to see a huge ball of white light.  I mean big and bright enough to illuminate the entire hallway and my room.  I watched it slowly float out of the bathroom, past my room, all the way down the hall and down the stairs where it disappeared into the way.  I wasn't afraid, but afterwards when I realized that what I saw wasn't alive, i was terrified. 
Things always seemed to happen to one of us at a time, expect once.  We were all sitting watching T.V. one night, when we first a crash in the dining room next to our living room.  My mom went to go investigate.  The picture was off the wall and sitting up against the wall on the floor.  No broken glass, no nail missing from the wall.  It was as if someone just took it off the wall and placed it on the floor.  But that doesn't explain the loud crash that we all heard.   We also had a wooden spoon, fork, and knife set that hung on the wall in the same room that liked to fall or go flying acrossed the room.
The older my sisters and brother got, the more we realized, this house wasn't your normal ouse.  In normal houses, things don't go bump in the night.  Strange voices don't call our your name when you are home alone.  Items don't disappear to be found years later on top of a shelf at eye level.  Gusts of cold wind don't blow so hard that it makes your hair fly off your shoulders and it smells of an odor of your grandfather that passed away before moving into the house.  Or footsteps that come up the stairs and right before it gets to where you can see the person, they stop.
I remember i was always afraid of my grandmothers room, because I had so many sisters and brothers, we had to share rooms.  So when my brother came home from college and got my room, i had to sleep on the floor of my grandma's room.  I couldn't fall asleep because of the presence of a tall, thin man standing over my bed looking at me.  I couldn't actually see him, but i sawa a shadow of him.  I got the feeling he didn't like children, because when i got to the age of about eleven, i never saw him again.
But I think there were also the ghosts of children.  Because once when my twin and i were thriteen and my older sister fifteen.  We were out at a family party.  My older brother was getting ready for a date when he looked into the mirror, which relected off a mirror behind him so you can see into our grandma's room.  And he saw what looked like a little girl, about ten or twelve, sitting on the bed.  He said he thought it was me, cuz i look younger then what i am, and came into the room to ask why i hadn't left yet.  And nobody was there.  He said she looked just like me. 
I really don't know if it's in our DNA or what, but almost every house and I and my sisters and brothers live in are haunted.  I get the feeling that our orginal ghosts have followed us.  When were moved not into the next house, but one after grandma's, but the next one.  I never actually saw anything, but my little brother who wasn't born until i was fifteen, says he saw something.  I was about nineteen and he about five.  He would refuse to go to the bathroom alone.  Said he wouldn't go into the hallway because the little girl sitting on the floor crying scared him.  I thought he was making it up.  But I could hear him talking ot someone in the hallway sometimes and I asked him who he was talking to, and he would said, the little girl who cries all the time.  But nobody else in the house could see or hear her.  When i was eighteen, my grandma....same grandma who's house is haunted....came to stay with us for a couple of months because her health wasn't too good.  Anyway, I started hearing what sounded like footsteps...more like stomping coming from upstairs.  I thought i was imagining it, until grandma looks up at me and says, who's up there stomping around?Mind you, I was the only one up stairs usually, the upstairs was one bedroom.
After this house, my twin sister moved away and got married, I went off to college.  My older sister is living with her boyfriend.  My older brother is living with his girlfriend and their baby girl.  My oldest brother is living in an apartment.  And my youngest brother is living with my mom and my step-father in Indiana now.  We are scattering acrossed the united states.  From Indiana, to Texas, to Pennsylvania, and to New York.  All of our ouses are haunted, and I know, because I have to been to each one.
First i will start with my occurence when i went ot college.  I went to an cheap college and lived on campus so i wouldn't be home with "it".  That didn't work.  Because wheni had a friend over to watch a movie with me, we were sitting on a bunk bed they provide for us, and the window behind us decided it wanted to open all the way up and slam back down.  The window was closed and locked.  Then sometime later, i was sleeping on the top bunk and my roomie was on the bottom.  I had my hand hanging over the side like I usually do, and i felt someone tug on my hang,, hard enough to jar me from my sleep and almost slide me off the edge.  I said "Hey stop it"  Thinking it was my roomie under me being childish.  Until i heard a giggle that could have only come from a little girl.  Meanless to say, i didn't sleep the rest of the night and the next day i moved out to a townhouse all the way acrossed campus.  But i guess the ghost wasn't done.  She or even he, liked to go room to room waking up girls and keeping them up all night, pulling there hair, turning the tv's on.  I heard about it the next morning in the cafeteria at breakfast.
Now i am getting married to my college sweetheart and once again i get the feeling that I am not alone.  Door handle turn on there own.  I keep seeing a shadow of a perosn in the hallway. 
My twin sister has had her ghost tug on her earring,while in her ear.  Toliets flush...it sounds funny, but it's true.  Smells of perfume. Her two-year old who is looking up at someth g that isn't there and smiling.  Or her waking up and trying saying someone jumbled about a lady.
My mom's house in Indiana is most uncomfortable.  My little brother, who is now almost seven,  new room has his own computer in it.  I was laying on the bed with him one night trying to get him to go to sleep.  He kept saying he didnt like the new computer and to take it out of the room.  When all of a sudden the keyboard started typing away on it own.  He and I bolted from the room.  The computer is now in the basement, it still like to do that typing crap, but at least it isn't in his room with him.  As far as seeing anything, no none of us in our new house have seen anything.  But the odors, footsteps, things disappearing and voices haven't left any of us. 
The only sitting was one night.  Our uncle had been sick....and Mike, my older brother was sitting in the living room of his house sleeping.  Woke up to three balls of light coming from the ceiling flowind downward until it came next to him and disappeared.  his girlfriend, who is psychic....i know this all sounds strange.  Said that it was the spirit of our uncle coming to tell him he was safe and had pasted on to the other side safe.   The next morning we got a call from the hospital saying ou uncle has pasted on.  
That isn't it, I don't know if this has to do with my mom's haunting.  But a black bird got into her sunroom.....no doors or windows open.  It just sat there staring at her, didn't fly or anything.  Just was there, didn't know h it go there.  But it was there all day long.  That night, a close friend of the family died.  Wasn't sick, just had a heartache at a young age and died.  My mom thought the black bird was an omen and went to go see if it was still there, and it was gone.  Same sort of thing happen to my aunt and uncle.  A bird came into the house, they don't know how, and wouldn't leave and then just disappeared when something bad happened to their son.  I don;t know what the connection is.



And still more tales from the haunted diary

By: Severus12000@yahoo.com

Yes, I am back again with even more. I said I have many and they keep coming. I really love that thousands upon thousands of people have led haunted lives or know someone who has. Some things just can't be explained and thank you
Shadowlands for letting us tell our experiences.
1.In the summer of 1998, I had this weird, creepy dream. In it, I was standing on the right side of our local cemetery. Everything was in pitch blackness, as if it was deep in the night. Now this cemetery is divided by a road going up the mountain, the road goes up to the top. But halfway, the road goes from left to right.
I thought I saw a woman walking up the road in the darkness. I could see that she had a long black dress on and a black veil. How could I see this, you ask? Well, from under the veil was shining a bright white light. Odd, yes. But then she stopped and looked at me. I still shiver when I think about that dream!
I saw a relative of mine and she was crying her eyes out in misery. Just heartbroken.
Fast forward to March 4th 1999, My Great-Aunt died from an aneurysm she had had on Feb. 28th. Okay, this Great-Aunt was e Mother-in-Law of the woman that I had seen crying in my dream!!
But hold on, On March 17, 1999, My Great-Aunt's only son died. This
man was the husband of the woman I had seen bawling her eyes out in my dream. It still freaks me out to think of all that.
2.August 27th 1996- My brother, J. saw a large orange light flashing
over a space of 30 minutes at Economy Drug store in
South Williamson, Ky. J.S. was working the gas
station window and my brother, J. was standing there
talking to him. They both witnessed this light and a
third person also saw it, but hurriedly filled his
gas tank and left.
*In February of 2001-C.G.
(one of the gas station attendants for
Economy Drug store got killed in a crash.)
Also later in 2001-The man who owned EDS dropped
dead in the store of a heart attack.
2005-The store closed.*
3.1996 or 97 [?] My husband George's family had a black and white cat named LC This cat was very distinct looking because it had survived a stroke earlier. So, it's neck was twisted to the side and as I have stated, it was distinctive. Well, one night after the cat had died.... George's parents were gone but my Brother [who was dating George's Sister at the time were in the house.] Next door...George's Aunt and Uncle had looked out and seen LC!! They saw it sitting in the road with it's head twisted sideways (The cat was buried beneath George's window in truth.) But their Aunt called and had Amanda and Jason take a look outside and tell them what they saw. And they saw LC sitting in the road just like he was alive. Then the cat vanished.
4.August 27, 1996-[Tuesday] A co-worker, Billy B., told me, he kept seeing a tall blonde woman crying around me.
August 29, 1996-[Thursday]
I went to watch a movie with Billy...I asked him what
time it was...and he said 05 pm.
*The next day-I found out my cousin, a tall blonde lady ...
had gotten killed the previous evening at 6:10 pm. She
had been killed in a car accident on the 29th of August,
1996.*
5.I was 14 going on 15 in the summer of 1985, when I had this dream.
In this dream, I thought I saw my brother and myself standing in front of our grandparent's home and it was just about dark. Suddenly, our dad drives fast by us in his green car and he never looked at us but kept staring straight ahead. He was wearing his work uniform and had his arms rigidly straight while he drove away. Next, I thought I saw him drive off the bridge and go down in muddy water. He never re-surfaced, either.
At the time, I thought it was a warning of my great-grandmother's passing. She died on November 10, 1985.
*On November 9, 1987, Dad had a heart attack and he went with his uncle to the hospital wearing his work uniform holding his arms rigidly out in front of him. They passed under every green light but dad died in the car!*
6.As of February 23rd 2005-
Mom has been dreaming of 3 boys sitting up and looking at her. Plus, she is having a new dream reoccur now.
In it, she is on a pretty cemetery and she watches as a casket is lifted from a grave and the vault taken from it...(a bronze casket) Then a man sits up inside it, while it is still in mid-air! He reaches to Mom and claims that he was buried alive. ((Brr!)) She is sure that we will lose a family member soon. The dreans turned into my brother and his estranged wife((who is my husband's sister)) in the caskets. They would sit up and say they weren't dead. Brr!
-May 2005--Mom keeps dreaming of graves and caskets in the day and night time. BRRR!!! We both know something really bad is ahead. Anytime Mom dreams of caskets, it foretells accidents and death. It may take a while but it does come to pass.
*O July 9th-My Brother was in a bad truck accident breaking his jaw and 6 ribs!!
Sept 17th, 2005-My Brother, Jason's best friend died.
7.Friday, October 07, 2005- 9:35 PM- Well, Mom just called a while ago and told me a few things that scared the hell out of me!
A.Wednesday night 10/5/2005- My Grandmother dreamt of a large black wolf like face in front of her. When she woke up, it was still there! She even threw up her arms to fend this thing off. It had long stringy black hair and a snout but no teeth. It terrified Mawmaw.
B.Mom had a dream last night 10/7/2005-Early am, this morning. In this dream, she was standing on a cemetery and everyone in the cemetery was being supported above their graves. All of the people were sitting up reaching for her. Thing is, it was everyone she knew!
*October 21st 2005-George's Grandmother died.-
November 3rd 2005-George's Sister lost her baby.*
8.Fire Eating Demon-This tale was told to me by my husband and his family. I am not sure of the year but I will say approximately around 1900 or in those years this event happened.
My husband's Mother's Grandmother and Grandfather lived in Martin County, Ky and this was a very rural area especially during that timeframe. Well, one night they heard a knocking at their door and the man went to open the door. The next instant, he was flat on his back screaming for his wife to shut the door because he had just seen the devil outside!
Well, they kept hearing this thing jump from hill to hill all night long as they sat shaking and praying for mercy.
The next day, a neighbor came over and related his tale of how he had poked a red hot fire poker through his door and the creature ate the fire on it and begged for more! This thing walked upright on two feet that were said to be cloven hoofed.
What was it and why did it show itself to them?
9.This next event took place around 1994 or so, i happened at the house of our friend Marshall. This house was very haunted and it was built next to the local cemetery mentioned above. There were reports from others that claimed to see Marshall on this cemetery, when he was nowhere around. And I myself have seen Marshall's doppleganger a few times. And another thing, in this house, I saw a figure open his Mother's door when she was not in the house. It looked like his Grandmother, but she was NOT there! This figure opened the bedroom door, peered out at me, (it was a shadow figure) and then closed the door back. That house gave everyone the shivers. It is no longer standing, (such a shame) but here are two more experiences in it. Marshall had my future husband over to stay all night with him and he went to his kitchen and on the way back through the hallway in that SCARY house--M heard his name growled out. He ran back to the room and found out no one could possibly have done it.
Another time, those two walked me home and when they got back down to that house, M's mother's boyfriend looked through the frosted panes of the door that separated the living room from the hallway and saw a long haired figure walk in behind them. This figure stopped and stared through the door panes at him and it freaked him out!! The guy thought it was me but my friends had walked me home and had come back through the hallway. Evidently, they had a follower that stopped to stare through that frosted paned door at him. This gives me chills!
10.Let me share what my Mother saw in August of 1996, we were on our way home from a funeral (the tall blonde woman who had gotten killed in a car wreck) and it was dusk dark. Well, the road was kinda spooky anyway and Mom looks up into her rearview mirror and screams then, she hits the gas...By this time, I am wondering what the hell! So, I ask her what she saw.
She just keeps staring at that rvm and trying to get home fast. I look around thinking she saw something in the road. When we got home, She got out of the car an told me that she had seen something in the backseat!!! Sitting behind me!! It had sharp teeth and it seemed to be reaching out for her. It was looking at her through the Rear view mirror! I freaked out! This thing looked like a deformed dwarf with short arms but big hands. Mom says that it had red eyes and it stared at her from behind me for 3 miles until we reached home. That scared the crap out of me!!
11.Just last week, 1st week of December 2005, I got up to use the bathroom. When I turned on the light, I glanced in the mirror and saw something that creeped me out! My eyes had large black circles beneath them and I looked ghastly! After blinking, things were normal. I just hope that didn't mean I would get sick or something. Brr!!






I Have an Experience for you

By: Crafdeanne@aol.com


I have just moved into my home on Oct 30th 2005 and I am renting it.  The night before, I was here painting one of the upstairs bedrooms. Around 10pm I distinctively heard my patio door open in the dining room at the bottom of the steps and foot steps creaking the steps up to where I was painting.  No one entered the room I was painting.  I thought it was my boyfriend but he didn't answer when I called his name.  A minute later my boyfriend called my cell phone from his house and thought I was nuts for even thinking so dumb.  Now a month later we have several other occurrences that have been taking place.  My daughter felt and heard a whisper in her ear as she bent down to empty the drier in the laundry room.  Her bedroom lights go on and off often. Our Weiner dog will not enter the room. If she puts her in there, she scratches to get out after a few seconds. We hear 2 men's voices having a conversation in the living room and there are no other radios or TV's on in the whole house.  I like it quiet when I am home.  The kids hear bangs in the night in their rooms huge closets. We hear what sounds like heavy items hit the basement floor all the time and there is nothing there when we run to look. There are many cold spots in the house. Just last nite, Dec.7th, at 3:20 am, I got up to go to the bathroom at my usual 3 am waking for no reason at all each nite and the bathroom door was not closed all the way. Since it was 3:20 am I did not fear anyone would be coming in on me. Just then the door started to pull open and I yelled "I'm in here!!!" and the door closed and shut all the way.  I looked in my bedroom door just adjacent to my bathroom door and my boyfriend was snoring away peacefully and I awoke him and asked him if he was at the door and he was angry at me for waking him with such a stupid question.  I then went up stairs to my children's rooms and found them both sleeping soundly.  This afternoon my landlord called me about a cable installation problem and I asked her if my house was haunted.  She hesitated for what felt like an eternity and she then finally answered.  "Its the man from across the street. He watched over my girls.  He hung out in my youngest daughters room.  That's why they slept together in my oldest girls room."  (her baby is 2 and her oldest is 4) She said they weren't scared of him.  He was friendly.  She couldn't remember his name but that he killed himself in the house across the street years ago and I should go ask her grandfather in law that works next door what his name was.  I asked him and found it to be  Russell Lentz and he shot himself in his basement as he was dying from cancer 25 years ago.  She said talk to him by name and that they did.  She was surprised I hadn't called earlier about it so she figured we weren't bothered by him.  She has not woke at 3 am since she moved out of here and the girls have not yet been visited by Russell Lentz yet. We are not afraid of him at all and talk out loud to him all the time. The kids ask him to turn on things and he doesn't. ha.  My kids are 14 and 16 and think its awesome we have a haunted house.  Tonight my son and I went next door to work on the Xmas tree and wreaths they sell and a path was shoveled from their door to my door with a shovel.  It wasn't there when we just drove in the driveway from religion class and stepped in the house to get gloves and stepped back out to walk a 160 feet to their door.


My Experiences in North Carolina


By: practitioner45@yahoo.com

When I was 15 years old I went to North Carolina with by parents and grandmother to help clean out my grandmother's brother's house who had recently died.  There were a lot of antiques in the house and a heavy four poster bed in his previous wife's room.
At night, my grandmother insisted on sleeping in the enclosed porch . My sister, who was 8, and I slept in his wife's room.  The house was surrounded by very large pine trees so it was very dark in the house.  In the middle of the night I woke to the bed shaking violently. I was so scared I could not yell for my parents.  After a while the bed stopped shaking and it sounded like the squeak of a hand going around one of the posters of the bed. Finally I yelled for my Mom.  She came in and slept with my sister and I went and slept with my Dad.  My Mom said the same thing happened to her that night.  The next night my parents slept in the "haunted" room.  Just recently (30 some years later) my Dad told me it happened again that night.  Weird!!



The Ghosts In My House

By: Lowcock1987@aol.com

Well basicly me and my mum and my sister have been living in a house in England in a small place called Glossop for coming on 4 years now and over these 4 years theres been some really strange things that have happened. The first thing that happened actually happened to me, I talking to my friend on the internet and i said i was going to make myself some noodles, as i was about to go up the first step heading to my bedroom, i seen a man in my living room..he was quite blurry but i could see clearly it was a man and he began walking towards my fireplace, at this point i was that scared i droped my bowl and drink and ran upstairs and told my mother but she didn't really believe me. Then afew months later me and my sister were running to the bathroom trying to beat each other (before school rush) and as we got to the door the light switch suddenly turned itself off then on again. Nothing happened for afew more months but then i was cooking on the stove and suddenly i seen what i thought was my sisters legs run past the landing..i could only see the legs because theres a wall stopping your view upto a certain point..and i thought it was my sister going to the bathroom so i ran up and held the bathroom door handle up then i turned the light out to scare her (i'd do this before)..she didn't scream like she normally would..i just felt very cold all of a sudden and i looked downstairs and my sister ran past with the dog not far behind her chasing (playing). about a year after that i went upstairs to bed about 2 am and there i had a door bell put on my room (the button was downstairs) so mother if she wanted me could press it because i used to like my music loud and that night it went off about 3 am and i went onto my mohters room like 'whats the matter?' and she looked VERY pale and she said ' i didn't press it' and i thought it might be the batteries dying but then it starting going off really quickly like someone was raming the button! and then about 1 year later we was in her room about 9pm and we heard coming from downstairs a drum beat which was a proper drum beat in tune and everything, sounded like drum sticks on our kitchen side and there was noone but us two in the house. The final thing to happen was only 3 weeks ago, me and my girlfriend were in bed and she woke me up sayin 'can you hear that?!?' and after i'd woken abit more i could hear it well! it sounded like a girl moaning and crying..at first i thought it might have been my mother but i checked on her and she was asleep and i looked for the ladies car who lives next door and she wasn't in, by this point the cries and moans had stoped..but as soon as i got back into bed they started again..louder like this person wanted us to hear..and 2 nights ago my mother went to the tiolet about 4am and the bathroom sinks cold tap had been turned on FULL (splashing over the sides) and she hadn't done it and i hadn't been in the bathroom that night and my sister was at her dads that night!




I See Ghosts!


By: kazamalove@gmail.com

Thoughout my life I have encounter many ghosts.  Good thing the ghosts never really bothered me, they walk away as if I was not their.  But I clearly see them, as clear as a clean window.  Anyways, I'm going to talk about the most disturbing one, I do not have enough time to write about the rest.  You know I have enough to start my own book. 
Anyways, 1995 in Glendale, Arizona we just moved into a house located near the downtown Glendale area.  This area was a mess at the time, and in the middle of the housing area is a small cemetary.  In my opinion, it should not be there, and should be moved, for crying out loud, it's a residence area!  But all around Glendale, especially West Glendale, lies many scatter cemetarys..  anyways back to my experience, one night I was home alone, family went to california for a vacation and left during the afternoon.  Everything was fine till night came.  When night came, all heck broke loose....  As usual I would take a bath before i head to bed, and while I was bathing I swore something walk through the door and starting screaming, i got so scared I popped out of the tub!!  my heart was racing, i felt so cold, I felt like time has frozen, my head was spinning, the only thing i could think of was "what the heck was that" .  when i was having my panic attack the ghost, the thing, the whatever it was backup and passed through the door, it was not sreaming, but it said "sorry".  anyways i hurried and wash the remaining soap and shampoo off me, and headed out looking around the house for the "thing".  at this time i was not as scared, because I got my iron rod.  I dont know why this rod always made be feel safe.  this rod is sacred to me.  i call it my demon rod.  anyways, i search the house, nothing was found.  I headed for bed, and hope morning come fast.  I maded though the night, and did not experience anything else. 
The thing at the time I saw it didn't look like human, it didn't look like no animal nor did it come close looking like anything from this planet.  it did however looked like a ghost, but of what I don't know.  this was not the last of it, for I seen it many more times after this.  and it always around when my ROD was not with me. 




Continuation

By: bossox17@yahoo.com


I submitted a story to you prior to this one a couple of years ago. I've had some recent occurences that I would like to share with you if that's ok. Here is my story
In the fall of 2001, my best friend Harley was killed in a tragic car accident and I took his death very hard. When first died, I felt that he was always around.. When I was living in England, my dorm room would smell like his after shave and I could sense he was around. And occasionally he would come to me a dream. But lately things have been quiet until recently.
A couple of months ago I had a dream with Harley in it. We were sitting around a pinic table and he looked just as healthy and happy as if he were alive. He told me to quit worring about everything and that I would be alright. He would never stop taking care of me. And then this past Thanksgiving, I was driving to my boyfriends house and as I'm going along on the highway I got this strange feeling like the car in the next lane was going to cut me off. So I backed off the car in front of me and wouldn't you know it? That car cut in front of me with no warning at all. Now how did I know that that car was going to do that before he even did it? Some people tell me it was my friend looking out for me since his accident occured on Thanksgiving. I know they are not big, spooky stories, but they make me believe that we do not 'die' after death and that we can still communicate with our loved ones here on earth.




NANA


By: tue213@msn.com

my name is colleen,here is my story as best as I can tell it...
last february I was feeding my then 2 month old daughter my cordless phone was next to me and we were the only 2 people in the house,my phone began to ring but I didn’t answer because the baby was falling asleep instead I let the machine pick it up,the message wasn't clear at all.but later on I played it over and over again trying to figure it out,the reason it bothered me so much was that the number on the caller id was my house number,I can't call myself and leave a message???called the phone company to see if maybe my line was crossed with another one but no,so this gets put in the past as a weird it happened to me story until yesterday,,,I put the baby down for a nap at 9:30, went downstairs to check my email and laid down while I was downstairs I heard the phone ring but figured the machine would pick it up 2 hours later I check my messages and there are at least 3 voices on my machine I can't make out anything in the beginning or end but very faint in the middle I can here :I hope your happy: or at least that’s what it sounds like,In my head I want to believe its my nana who died august 2004,we were very close when I was young she lived with me from birth to age 11,oh did I mention that when I got this strange call yesterday my number again was on my caller id?my machine doesn’t have a tape in it im afraid it might get errased,how can I save this and what can I do to try to make the other voices clearer,if anyone has any imput to my story it would be apprieciated, thank you,
              



Recita CA

By: jetsfan37@sbcglobal.net

When I was little, I'd say ever since I was potty trained, I would wake up at 3:30 am to 4:30 am to use the restroom. I was never scared to get up in the dark, walk down the dark hall, and enter the bathroom. I'd simply turn on the light do whatever and go back to bed. Well when I was about 5 or 6 years old I was living in Recita (rah see tah), CA. Well I woke up that night, as I said, roughly 4 am to go to the bathroom. For some reason I had a wierd felling something wasn't right (you probably know what I'm talking about). So I decided to check on my brother. I climbed up the ladder of the bunk bed to find him sleeping. So I got down and headed for the door. I walked across the hall and opened my parent's bedroom door. My mom and step-dad were both sleeping. That comforted somewhat so headed to the restroom. Upon exiting I heard bowls clinking together in the kitchen. Now I had no cats and the dogs (2) were in an outside room. I dicided to ignore it and went to my room but felt I had to make sure it wasn't my parents. I opened the door and they were both still sleeping. I went into my room, closed the door, checked on my brother- who was still there- and got in bed. As soon as I got comfortable I heard foot steps coming down the hall. Now I was scared, but not tottaly fre ed out. I pulled the blanket up to my chin and waited. The footsteps continued and stopped outside my door. Then I saw the doorknob turn and thought, that's enough for me, and ducked under my blankets. I heard the footsteps walk towards my bed and stop right next to it. Since I was scared, I guess, my hearing was sharper. Because I heard what sounded like boots turn and screech on the hard wood floor. Then the person or thing bent over me and started this deep harsh breathing, but nothing more than that. I wanted to see what it was or just scream. But Iwas, as I descibe it, paralyzed with fear. Not just phisicaly, but vocally too. So I just lay there listening to the breathing until I fell asleep, or passed out. In the morning I went into the kitchen and looked around. No bowls were even out, so I still don't know where the noise came from. I never told any one that morning and no one said they heard noises or anything so I gradually dismissed as a dream. But a couple years later my Great Aunt Myra was reading stories out of my favourite book, Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark. She finished, paused and then said, " You know, that reminds me of an experience I had when I was a little girl..." and began to tell me and my brother her story. I got scared because her story was almost exactly mine- the only difference is she held a coss necklace and prayed all night. Remember I said I hadn't told anyone what happend to me, so I was shocked. Then my brother D.J., who by the way is one yearr older than me, said to my aunt that same thing happened to him in our house in Recita. We now, at this time, lived in Sylmar, CA. So my brother saying that convinced me it was no dream. A while after this I had a dream of the incedent that showed me what the figure that came down the hall looked like. I'm not sure if this is what it looked like, but this is how the dream showed it. It was a man, about 6 1/2 ft tall, that was all shadows. It was like he was sweating a dense fog. Ever since then I've en the same shape shadow dart into various places out of the corner of my eye. I know I am not imagining this. I see these shadows alot. Well, not recently as I'm older and busier with chores and school. ( I'm 12 by the way). There was a really scary Shadow Person as I call them at my aunts house- the one mentioned earlier. but I'll tell that story another time.




Taffy

By: dlayne@doeal.gov

My Canine Ghost "Taffy"
I recently lost my beloved Labrador golden retriever, Taffy.  She was a kind, affectionate and extremely intelligent dog!  It seemed as if she could read my mind and she followed me everywhere I went.  She passed away from cancer on July 26th of this year.  I felt as if I had lost my very best friend and certainly a family member, although Taffy had become my only family since my husband left and my son grew up and moved out.  Taffy took on the role as my protector and knew what was best for me.  She watched my every move.  I swear at night as she slept beside my bed, she synchronized her breathing with mine.  She was my "golden girl" and her eyes lit up every time I told her she was the "best girl in the whole world."
One night shortly after her passing, I awoke, sat up and saw Taffy coming toward me.  I was filled with joy and reached out for her.  She looked peaceful and happy, but simply walked past me, out through the sunroom, and through her doggie dog, although it has since been covered up.
I truly believe she was telling me that she is happy, healthy and no longer suffering.  I still miss her and feel her presence every day.



Two True Stories

By: userk29@aldersleyhigh.biblio.net



I think sumthing is connected with me about ghosts as i av had two occasions with ghosts. One day i was sleepin at my nans a few months back and she had suspicions about her dead husbands ghost.So we did a test we turned all lights off and shut all doors and went out 4 an hour or so. When we came back we found the kettle had been boiled recently the table was upside down,the bedroom lights were on where he died 3 yrs before and stuff scattered across the floor like the bible and sum crucifixes a gold cross and an old teddy he used to love.It was also very cold in the house.... We no he died unhappy hiding something but we dont no what?
also i was at my home and i remember one night and it went all cold just how it felt at my nans and i saw little black dog like things on the floor and a dark shadow standing by my door it muttered in a voice like jibberish then i understood i heard it say Brenda (my nans name) it needed something and it slowly dissapeard going more and more transparent. I think i may be something to du with my grandad but i dont noc wat? If anyone has any ideas E-Mail me at userk29@aldersleyhigh.biblio.net! thanx





East Detroit (now Eastpointe), MI



By: jjoanneb@yahoo.com

When I was 3 years old, my parents bought this old house.  Everyone called it the 'big house'.  It was definately haunted!
When I was 4 or 5, my parents constructed another bedroom for themselves.  I inherited theirs.  I slept alone in a full sized bed.
A man dressed in the era of Dickens would sit at the foot of my bed with his head down, then turn and look at me over his left shoulder.  He would repeat this and eventually stand up and walk over to the left side of my bed.  I could feel his legs pressing against the side of the bed.  He would then take the cape of his coat, start at my feet and draw it up along my body toward my face.  Just before he would cover my eyes, he was gone.  He came alot.  I was afraid.  Who could he be?
Years later, after moving out west, my mom told me an old man died in the house.
Also, two other women saw this man in two different locations - northern CA and southern CA.
My cousin said she saw angels circuling around the top of the house.  Three other siblings admited years later that they thought the house was haunted.
If you would like more information on this house and the property behind it, that my parents also owned, you may contact me.




Another Queen Mary Ghost Experience

By: ebauer@premiercarriagetrade.com

This happened when I was 9 or 10 years old. (I'm now 42) Before I even heard any stories that the Queen Mary was haunted.
My father took the family to stay overnight on the Queen Mary one weekend.
We did the usual touring stuff during the day. Nothing unusual happened, even when the encounter occurred, it didn't seem unusal at the time.
We had a suite that we stayed in. One connecting room for my two brothers and I stayed in my parents suite which had a connecting maids room, my room for the night, which opened directly out to the hallway. I awoke early, maybe 5am to the maid entering the room. I sat up a little, not the least bit afraid, just wondering why the maid was entering the room. She was dressed in the old fashioned maid attire, black long dress, white apron, and the funny maid hat. She saw me sitting up and leaned over at the foot of my bed and put her finger to her lips and ssshhhh'd me as if letting me know that I should not be bothered and to go back to sleep. She was carrying towels or clothes. She then entered my parents room. I laid back down and must have gone back to sleep. I never heard or saw her leave. Which had to be back through my little room unless she left through my brothers connecting room.
I would have never mentioned the maid encounter, except while we were all getting ready to go to breakfast, as we exited to the hallway from my room, I saw the maids working, cleaning the other rooms off the hallway. They were wearing modern maids uniforms. The uniforms were solid grey. No apron, no hat at all?? So I commented to my parents that 'the maid who went in your room this morning was wearing an old fashioned maids outfit.' My mom gave me this questioning look and said she never called the maid this morning and never saw a maid in their room. I then explained what I had seen to my family. They assumed I was dreaming. I know I wasn't. She was so solid and had opened the door.
I have had numerous ghostly encounters before this one and after, but usually I never saw the ghosts just felt the presence or the ghost's were fuzzy, transparent, or a dark shadow entity. I've chosen not to 'see'
anymore, and haven't had an encounter since my mid twenties.





Hilton Head

By: Anonymous


As a child in the early 80s on Hilton Head Island, I learned to ride my bike on the hard packed sand of the beach which we lived near. One time, I was riding down close to the waters edge at high-tide and out of the corner of my eye appeared a long, black serpentine figure which rose up out of the water to a height roughly comparable to my head, when seated on the bike. It freaked my out pretty bad, as a kid and I peddled faster, but noticed it kept pace with me for several minutes before disappearing. It's body would have been similar in circumference to the while end of a baseball bat -- perhaps slightly wider. The weirdest thing was that it was so close that it's body had to be very thin in order to move along the shallow water close to the dry sand.




Ghost Experiences


By: elgodo1_@hotmail.com

Wanted to share some of my experiences with everyone.  The first being when I moved into my grandparents house after my grandfather passed on.  I moved intot he house with my parents in 1998, I was 16 at the time.
My mom, as well as myself, would smell home baked food in my parents room. 
This went on for about a year or so.  I would always feel a presence in the house when I was alone.  Never a fear, it was always comforting.  It seemed to go away till I had my ex-fiancee in my room.  She would come over, and
we'd lock ourselves in in the room.   The feeling, to me anyway, came back. 
Again comforting, but watching what we did.  It has since seemed to go back to an occasional feeling.
Another experience I've had was at the West Virginia State Pennetentary in Moundsville, WV in October 2004.  I went there as staff for the radio station I worked for. It was a grand prize trip for listeners, and of course, staff was needed.  We had taken a tour of the facility, and after had a scavenger hunt for the listeners.  This is when my first experiance happend.  Myself and my ex-fiancee, who had come with me, since we had space on the tour, we're in the old visiters entrance in North Wing.  I had thought I heard someone coming, and assuming it was a listener, I said to my ex, let's scare them.  I turned off my flashlight and we walked into the turnstyle.  We heard this lound BANG! and she grabbed me and we went running out of the building.  Well, she went running, dragging me.
Later in the night, I had gone with some of the staff on a ghost hunt.  We were in the Hole, where a man was killed brutally. We had turned off our flashlights, and tried to see if we could see/feel a presence.  I saw a white figure manifest and change shapes on the wall in front of me.  One of our staff said she had seen some green orbs on the oppasite wall.  Overall, I felt like I was being watched the entire time I was in the prison, and not in a good way.  The place gave off a evil vibe.
Another note about the prison.  The previous year, which I did not attend, our then promotions director was being followed around by a shadow figure with a top hat in the psyc ward.  This was supposed to have been photographed, though I never saw the pic.  I also cannot confirm this, but I wanted to share the story that I was told.
I have had a couple other experiences, I'll share them with everyone later. 
Thanks for taking the time to read this.


House in Tennessee


By: lesatalley@bellsouth.net

The year was 1989 and my mother had been living in a house in Tennessee. She was asleep one night and for some odd reason she woke up and there was a man standing in her doorway. Nobody lived in the house except her and I wasn't born yet so it had to be a ghost. She said that he had something in his hand and that you could tell he was mad. Another night she awoke again and saw the same man except this time he was standing at the foot of her bed. Whenever she moved or made a noise when he was around he would disappear. My aunt has also lived in that house before and she saw the same man my mother had seen but, my mother and her hadn't even talked about it before so my aunt couldn't of imagined something. Eventually my mother moved away from that house.



Haunting at Wal-Mart


By: tinastuff@bellsouth.net

I work at a Wal-Mart super center when I worked in the domestics department on one corner I would go by the last bath towel would always be messed up and I would have to straighten it over and over again, the girl who worked there before me said the same thing happened to her too and sometimes the towel would fall off the shelf and each time there would be no one around.
And one night I had to go behind lay-away and I was the only one back there and I felt like someone was looking at me and and I turned around and I seen this man, he looked like someone from the 50's his hair slicked back and a white tee shirt with his sleeves roll up and jeans but I could see thru him.
So I went sraight away back into the lay-a-way department and I said I can't beleive that, and the girl who worked back there in lay-away said you seen him did'nt you and i said who and she said the guy in the white tee shirt and jeans she said people see him
all the time.
And now I work in the craft and fabric department and when I am back there by myself I see people standing by the fabric like they are looking at the fabric and they disapear when I see them.
But I have to work and none of them have scared me that much yet, alot of people's lives were coming to Wal-Mart so they would have someone to talk to but none of the spirit's has spoke to me yet.



Kind of Nice

By: KentuckyGurl111@aol.com


my house is kinda old and pretty haunted. my dog just today wouldn't come into my bedroom i would drag her in there she would stare at something then whimper and run out the door even food couldn't keep her in there. my dad says he sees things all the time and once i was on the phone and i was the only one in the house and i was on the couch and had my back to the hallway well . the light was off and thenall of a sudden i see the light turn on my friend knows it because i was freaking out on the phone . but the haunting doesn't really bother me because it seems very nice



A First Hand Experience


By: germ1134@yahoo.com


*I have been a fan of your site for almost 4 years. I found your site while searching for Archbishop Prendergast Hauntings. I decided to elaborate on the small article you have in your Pennsylvania Hunting’s
section.*
This is a true account of events that took place in October of 2002 near Philadelphia Pennsylvania in a town called Drexel Hill. This experience led me to your site because the site of the haunting is actually listed on your Haunted Places Index.
The towns name is Drexel Hill. The place was Archbishop Prendergast High School in 2002. The school drama department was putting on a production of Les Misérables. I had landed a part as a student in the show. This part demanded a lot of time to be spent at the school. That is how I, and a few of my friends, happened upon an experience that conjured up a lot of supernatural events in the following weeks.
First, I’ll give a little background of the school.
It was built on the old Drexel estate, an estate that belonged to Blessed Katherine Drexel’s family. The 33-acre land was purchased a wealthy man and housed him as his home until a fire claimed the building and ultimately caused him to sell the land. In 1920, the land became the site for the St. Vincent’s Orphanage.
A small part of the school has not been converted from the orphanage. Some rooms that housed the orphans are still used in the school for storage. The orphanage lasted until 1956, when the site became Archbishop Prendergast Catholic Boys high school. Since then, it has become an all girls sister school to Monsignor Bonner high school for boys, which is located right next door. 
Several stories have been passed along the campus over the years: an orphan who killed another orphan, a nun that hung herself in the bell tower, and a drama teacher that haunts the auditorium. I have no information either discerning or confirming these stories, but I do know that something otherworldly is happening at this school.
We’ll return back to the year 2002, where Prendie is putting on its production of Les Misérables. I was a junior at Bonner that year and like I said, I had landed a principal part in the play. Practices for principal parts are generally held in the music director’s personal room dubbed “The Little Black Box,” because the small room’s walls are all painted black. Earlier that year, Prendie’s administration decided to get rid of some of the windows left over from the orphanage because they were causing cold air to enter the building. To do this, the contractors needed access to the 3rd floor orphanage. All entrances have been sealed off because the stairs leading to the orphanage have since rotted away and become unstable. An access point housed in the Little Black Box was blocked off by a large board over the door that was painted black to match the walls. If you weren’t looking for it, you would never know it was there. In October of 2002, the board was pulled away so contractors could enter the orphanage to replace the windows. That was how we found our entrance to the “haunted” 3rd floor orphanage.
Some of the students in the show, principal parts with a lot of songs to learn, had an early practice one night. Two of my friends at the time, Mike and Ryan, decided just to stay after school and wait for practice to begin. While sitting around the Little Black Box with a friend of ours named Michelle, we saw the exposed door that leads upstairs. We didn’t see any harm in going upstairs if we took to the stairs one at a time, which is just what we did. The hallway upstairs wasn’t anything special. A long, green carpeted corridor with about 4 doors on each side that lead down to a larger area filled with desks. What made everything less interesting was the fact that the contractors had left their Coca-Cola cups and magazines up lying around in the hallway. We went to one of the rooms on the left side of the hallway, which lead to an old bathroom with one of those tubs that wasn’t built into the wall. Next to the tub was a filing case filled with test papers from the 1980’s.
While Michelle was looking over these, Ryan pushed me and Mike out into the hallway giggling to himself. We ran across the hall and hid behind a door in one of the other rooms. A few seconds later we heard Michelle demanding to know where we were and yelling that this wasn’t funny. The three of us were huddled in the small room that could have once been a bedroom, trying not to make a sound and trying even harder not to laugh. Luckily we didn’t need to laugh, because four or five little girls in the room next to us decided to do it for us. While trying to stay as quiet as we could be, the three of us distinctly heard a group of little girls in the room next to us giggling loudly.
As I looked up to make sure my colleagues heard what I heard, I saw all the color drained from their faces.
Ryan was the first one out of the room, running like a bat out of hell at the still hysterical Michelle urging her to get downstairs as fast as possible. Mike and I were not far behind. When we were downstairs and breathless, we told anyone we could what happened.
That wasn’t the last experience or my last time up in the orphanage.
Once word of our little adventure happened, everyone got ghost fever at the school. This was understandable being that it was October. Mostly, everyone just wanted to see the upstairs but were afraid to go up without one of the four that was originally up there.
After that night, strange things began to happen. Ryan was eating dinner with two of the actresses, Erica and Kathy, in the Black Box when they heard a small voice at the top of the stairs. As they listened, the sound happened again and closer. They distinguished it as a child’s voice whispering, “help me.” When the voice began shouting, they left the room and didn’t return that night. Erica has just now confirmed to me that this did happen.
One night, the choral director pulled me, Mike and Ryan aside and told us to stop what we were doing to stir up the spirits. He had been spending long nights designing sets for the show and often slept at the school. He told us there was a small girl who followed him around the school named Lily. Lily was not alive.
Ever since they took the windows from the top floor, her usual bluish-white aura had been replaced with a red one. He said now was not the time to be doing what we were doing up there because Lily was angry. He had brought a priest down to the black box to see if he could bless it, but the priest would not go near the room.
That was the time I decided to do some research. While scanning for any info at all, I came upon the Prendie story in the haunted places index at Theshadowlands.net. I found ghost-hunting tips among the actual article on Prendie. I printed these out and showed it to the other students one night during practice. One student, Jim, wanted to see what was happening first hand. The next night, he bought a disposable camera and he and I along with Mike went upstairs. This was my last time up there. My small band of ghost enthusiasts walked down the dark hallway snapping pictures as we walked along. Near the end of the film, we heard a noise in the room that was full of desks. One of the desks had fallen over. That was it for us. We ran the rest of the way back downstairs not bothering to go one at a time on the steps. Pieces of the rotted steps rained down on the floor. As I was running through the hidden doorway, Jim snapped a picture of me and thus finished the film in the camera. The next day while I was at my house, Jim called me shaken up. “Germ (my nickname),” Jim said desperately, “you have to see these. There’s orbs in every single picture and shapes in a lot from upstairs.” He stopped by my house and showed me the pictures. Sure enough, he wasn’t lying. I had read on TSL that orbs signified that there were spirits in your picture. But among the orbs were some vaguely human shapes as well. The picture I was mostly interested in was the one he snapped of me running back into the Black Box. In this picture, my entire body was covered with orbs large and small. That night at practice, we passed the pictures around to whoever wanted to see them. By the end of the long night, we were unable to locate the pictures again. The next day, we found the pictures sleeve with the pictures at the foot of the stage. Every picture was water damaged. Nothing about them was distinguishable. It did not rain the night before.
After that happened, I decided to take our choral director’s advice and stop going upstairs. As far as I know, nothing to noteworthy happened after that October. The door in the Little Black Box has been sealed back up, but there is still an entrance through the boiler room. If I receive any more information on this subject, I’ll be sure to send it. Unfortunately, due to conditions beyond my control, I have no photo evidence of what happened that October, but I do have eyewitness accounts and my own story, which I can give you as my word, is all true.




My Ghostly Experience

By: clj528@bellsouth.net

    
this may sound hard to believe, but i came face to face with Harriet Tubman and other members of the underground railroad recently in a city called Cochran, Ga. i was walking down a dark road one night and i heard something behind me that shook me out of the daze i was in. at first i thought it was a dog or some other kind of animal so i immediately got in my defensive mode ready to counterattack the animals charge when i heard voices. this shocked me because at 2:20 a.m. most of this city was asleep and the ones that weren't were at the 24 hour gas station. yes this city is that small. anyway, when i went to search for the source of the voices i was astonished to see a group of about 30 men, women, and children coming out of a section of woods approximately 30 yards from where i was standing. at first i thought i was dreaming but i was wide awake since i mostly sleep during the day. as the group moved closer into my eyesight i saw in greater detail the clothes they were wearing. they were wearing the rags i had often seen depicted as slave garments. their clothes looked tattered and torn and they wore no shoes. they also carried torches to light their path. as they still moved closer to where i was standing one of the "slaves" motioned for me to follow them. as i walked over towards the group, i realized what was going on. i walked with this group of "slaves" in the exact path taken over 400 years ago when they escaped the cotton fields in search of freedom. i had made it about 10 miles walking through swamps and marsh when my girlfriends family had found me. at that moment the ghosts disappeared, but they returned every night at the exact same time. they walk aimlessly the same path that led to their deaths as lost souls forever stuck to walk the earth searching for their freedom. that is my story of a real close encounter with ghosts.  
            
    



Newport Oregon Home

By: meadowlark@easilink.com


In 1970 my new husband and I purchased and moved in to an adorable older home that we thought looked like a storybook cottage.  We had fun fixing it up in "our" style.  In one of the upstairs bedroom, we installed a "budsidan" (Buddhist altar) because I was, at that time, in Nicherin-Shoshu Buddhism. 
Little by little I became more and more depressed, into despair -- a new bride!  When I was painting the aforementioned bedroom closet, I had a strong sense of sadness and despair, that someone else had worked there in the same way but was very despondent.
After a few months, a "white witch" with whom we were acquainted took a walk and told us that an "essence" still roamed, and that we had installed the budsidan where her baby had been.  The baby had died.   We moved the butsidan but I still felt very very low.
Cottie, the "white witch" had me collect a few essential things, and one evening, while a party was going on downstairs, she first warned the essence to go on, and then did what she needed to do to cleanse the house.
I did not know when she went upstairs to do the warning, but when we compared notes later, I had experienced a sense of a heavy burden of grief being lifted, at approximately the same period of time.  In the days following, I felt better, my "euphoria" returned, and we enjoyed the house until we moved in a year or two.
It also came to our attention that every couple that lived there in times recently preceding and following us became divorced.  We divorced in 1973, were married again and divorced in 1989.  We are still friends and several people could verify my story.
By 1971 I also left Nicherin-Shoshu Buddhism, because I feel in this lifetime Christianity is right for me!
            
    


Occasional Unexplained Experiences in my Life


By: Marklx61@aol.com


I wanted to tell someone of a few of the experiences I have had in my life. Although they are probably not a big deal to most, to me it marked the beginning of my interest in all things, Mysterious, Occult, Unusual and/or Unexplained.
When I was an infant, my mom came into to check on me, because I had been quiet for a long time and she found my head in a puddle of blood. There were no wounds on my body anywhere and there was no other evidence of blood, except for the puddle underneath my head. At the age of four, I was sitting and eating a bowl of fruitloops one morning and the phone rang, when my dad asked my mother who was on the phone, I simply remarked that Grandma died. After my mother got off the phone, and my dad discovered I was right, I received the belt for upsetting my mother. At the age of 11, I noticed a presence in my bedroom that I could not see, but could feel watching me, nothing ever happened or materialized, but the sense of that presence stayed for many years. I slept with my head under the covers out of fear for a long time. Many years later, finding out that a man had shot and killed his wife and then committed suicide there.
At the age of 12-13 yrs. old, I woke up one morning to find that there was coffee brewing on the stove when My mother and father awoke, just a minute or two before I did. The coffee was waiting for them and there was no one else in the house.
Once at about 19 years old, the water suddenly came on in the bathtub and it was running full blast, no one could get it to turn off, so my mom called a plumber. About 20 minutes later, the plumber arrived and proceeded to go under the house. After nearly 10 minutes the water in the tub stopped and the plumber came out from under the house and my mother exclaimed, "I don't know what you did, but it worked." The plumber responded, "That's odd, I didn't do anything, I couldn't find anything wrong". This happened twice, but the second time it stopped before a plumber could be contacted.
During the same year in early January, my sister was awakened by someone banging on the glass of the window near her bed. My father later told me that my sister was very frightened, so he got his gun and went outside. A fresh blanket of snow was on the ground and it was still snowing lightly. No person was ever seen and there were no footprints to be found other than the ones my father made.
A couple of years ago, I was sitting in my bedroom and the curtains were drawn back to allow for sunshine. When I saw a young boy running hard and fast towards my back door. My first thought was that "I had better get to the door before he does or he may knock it down, because someone is in desperate need of help". When I got to the door no one was around, I checked around the building and up and down the streets. There was no one there. Later, I had a mental evaluation that shows that I am not psychotic nor am I having hallucinations.
About 8 years ago, I was asleep and woke to what sounded to me to be someone breaking into the house by smashing in our sliding glass doors. I awoke alarmed and with my heart racing and there were no intruders. I checked all the rooms and came to the bathroom where a small 8 x 10 in a lightweight frame was lying in the middle of the floor upside down. I expected to see broken glass when I turned the picture over, but the glass was not even cracked. Four years ago, I was pushed aside by an invisible presence in an old plantation house, where the people living there had recorded strange evp's. Over the past few years, I have had appliances suddenly start or stop working. Also, myself, a couple of family members and one friend have heard the sound of  paper rustling in the corners of different rooms and the sounds of broken glass that is never explained. I also have some weird tendency to blow light bulbs when I turn them on.
I do have some precognitive abilities and I once dreamed a certain person was going to drown and three years later they did, but I don't claim to be a psychic or special in any paranormal way. I have just accepted these types of happenings, (of which there are more) and have never been harmed in anyway. I hope to learn that there are others like me, who experience these things as being rather normal and benign.

                                                                                              



Spirit At Lincoln College


By: reneeslack@sbcglobal.net

Hello My name is Renee . I was a student at Lincoln College and graduated in 2004 from the school. I lived in The Olin Sang Dormitory both years of schooling because I was a an RA. (this dorm is typically a freshman only dorm.
I Confirm the presence of a spririt(s) in the building. When I was there my lap top would begin to write strange sentences, on it's own. The sentences would appear in MS Word in two to three word spirts. It was not the case of viruses because the computer was brand new when I had first brought it there (untainted if you will) Several other residents had wittnessed this. Then When I left for breaks/ Summer breaks The bizarr typing would stopp. When I returned my sophomore year the bizarr typing began again. Most often the typing would occur when I stayed up late into the evening/ early morning. Also the infrared port on my computer was turned off so it was not a matter of some one messing with me.
Another case of haunting on the campus that is not already mentioned it the Art Studio. The building is an old one room school house.The basement of the building is home to the darkroom. As the  building manager I spent Alot of time in the building at all hours of the day and night. When closing up the building myself and other managers would hear strange voices coming from within the dark room. When I I looked inside or knocked to investigate the noise no one would answer or was present. The back print room light will randomly flicker on and off when you re enter the room and near the back corner of it.  And late at night once the building is all locked up, from across the street at the gas station or in the jimmy johns parking lot a strange light can be seen from the bell tower, to wich there is a non acessable pull down stair.
Our Art teacher had alsomentioned unexplained human shadows, and missing art material.




Spirit


By: goodlady2goodman@yahoo.com

hi my name is pamela and my step father died in january of 2005 .since he has passed on my family and i have been exsperiencing lights going off at the same time every night and we have found about 100.00$ in dimes since his funeral. and i have found them in the oddest places ,in the shower on my pillow right after i have made the bed.and many other places. i had an encounter with him in june 2005.it was 3am and i was very worried about some money problems and so i started praying to god to help me find a way to take care of this,or at least show me a sign it would be ok.well about an hour later i felt something thump next to me and there he was just as if he were not dead at all. i was freaked out and wanted to run but i was so interested that i couldnt take my eyes off of him.i sat there in awe,he told me everything was going to work out for the best and for me not to worry about anything.but it was weird he never opened his mouth to talk it was a mental thing.he told me to tell everyone he loves them and is always watching over us.abd he asked me to let my mom know he loves her forever and he is with her at all times .and he asked me to help take carte of her as best that i can.i will treasure that moment as long as i live.i have always believed in spirits but never had this happen in my life.like i tell people that dont believe , you will when it happens to you. thank you for letting my story out. pamela


Stockton CA Hotel Ghost

By: Celticladyfair@aol.com
 
One thing, a fluke.  Two things, one heck of a coinsidence.  Three and four things, ok... this might be a ghost.
On my way back from Seattle to Los Angeles (Home) over Thanksgiving holiday, I stopped at a Motel 6 in Stockton, CA for the night.  Not the greatest of hotels, but it would suffice.  Four 'incidents' occurred that evening that lead me to conclude the room might have been haunted.
About 11:30 pm, I heard what sounded like someone slipping paper underneath my door.   Turning on the lights, I see nothing there at the door, or nearby it.
At 1:36 AM, my cell phone light turned on by itself.  I would have to touch it to make the light turn on, or a phone call would need to be coming in.  Neither applied here.  It's never done that before or after this incident.
At about 2 AM, I felt a 'thumb' brush my forehead, as if to push back my hair from my eyes.  No one there.
And at about 2:30 AM, I  heard something 'fall over'.  Getting up and looking about, nothing fell.  It was definitely in my room, not in an adjoining room.
Room 225 off the 5 FWY (Stockton Center exit) if anyone is intersted in researching.... not threatening by any means, but definitely someone wanted my attention.




First Time was at a Birthday

By: luvalwyz102383@yahoo.com

The first time I remember having experiences was when I was about 12 or 13. My cousin and some friends had went over to a friend's house for her birthday. We were all sitting in the living room listening to music and I felt this heavy presence enter the room but I thought nothing of it and thought it was just my head playing tricks. That night when we went to bed all of us girls were in my friend's room and her younger brothers slept in the room next to her room. Everyone was asleep and I heard light footsteps coming up the stairs and in the playroom just outside the room. One figure entered our room, it was a girl about 6 or so and she came up the end of the bed I was in and just stood there looking at me. I heard my friend's youngest brother start to cry. The other figure, a boy of about 4 was in their room and it frightened her brother.
Years passed and I didn't notice anything until I started dating this guy. He moved in with his best friend and their room was near the upstairs attic.We were moving stuff in one day and I was putting something in the attic and it was freezing it there but it was the middle of the summer. Something was drawing me back to the back of the attic but it didn't feel right. I left and never told him what I felt. A couple of months later I was laying in bed and I felt a figure walk out of the room next to the attic and just turn and look at me. I was so tired I just pulled closer to my boyfriend and tried to fall asleep.
Then I didn't feel anything for a while. Just recently a friend of mine was talking about a graveyard near her house. I have lived in this town nearly my entire life and I had never heard of this graveyard or it's story. We went ere one night just me, her, and my boyfriend. My boyfriend is able to feel and see spirits just like I am so he wanted to go and explore the graveyard. The graveyard is surrounded by trees and a river runs to the south of it. My boyfriend got about halfway back towards a clearing that leads to the river and I started to get the feeling that someone was watching us from that clearing. I called to my boyfriend to come back to the car and as he was on his way back I got the feeling that whatever was watching us was just behind the tree line to the west of the cemetary which was near the front of my car. The spirit kept moving. It went from the trees back to a double tree that is in the middle of the cemetary and then to a big headstone near the road that runs by the entrance of the cemetary and then back to the trees. We sat there for a few more minutes in my car just looking into the cemetary. When I started my car to leave the spirit walked up along the side of my car (from the trees infront of  my car) to my drivers side window. My window was down and I felt it get colder suddenly and then I saw him. He was a man in his mid 30s to 40s dressed in 19th century clothes with a black dress coat and pants, a tall top hat and a walking cane. His hair was short and black and he was about 6 foot tall. His eyes were green and cat-like. He bent down and looked into my car at all three of us in turn but lastly at me. I drove off breathing sorta hard but he appeared in my dreams that night. At first I thought I was imagining things since I had never actually seen any of them before just felt them. But it was so detailed. I went to work the next day and was recounting the story to a friend of mine and she looked at me and asked if I knew the story behind 13 Graves. Of course I hadn't so she proceeded to tell me that the family that haunts that grave consists of a grandma, grandpa, mother, father, and nine children. They all died from a disease but she's not sure which one. It's said that if you walk back t the older graves down near the river and stand on the river bank and look back at the graveyard you can see the whole family standing there. There have been reports of hearing children cry and seeing the grandma sitting in a rocking chair near one of the graves but never had anyone that I know of had the same expierence that I did. To this day he is still calling me back to the graveyard. I think he wants to talk or needs help. He's not threatening... just curious just like the rest of us.


Strange Lights On The Lonely Road

By: Jrlr2@aol.com
 
I was driving on Interstate 15 from Los Angeles to Las Vegas in March 2005.
It was early in the morning around 3 am.  I am alone in the Mojave Desert on the north side of Baker California.  Cars and trucks were not as plentiful on the road as they were when I had left the Los Angeles area.
The night was dark and it was cold outside.  I first saw a light that came from the East which was on my right, it dipped almost to the road and up again directly in front of me.  It went off to the West.  The light did this several times and for several minutes making these dips.
At first I thought it was headlights from a distant vehicle.  This was not case.
A second light appeared, following the first light and did the same thing that the first light did. 
To say the least, I was shaken.  I had my car radio playing on a station that I could receive clearly in the desert, as the lights dipped to the road in front of me the radio went crazy with static.  I turned the radio off and when the lights came around again there was no sound at all from these lights.
The best that I can explain about the color was they were a bright whitish light no other color that I could make out.
My car was running with no problem or disruption. The whole time that the lights played with me was about 35 minutes.
The last that I saw was they went off to the Northwest of where I was.
I wonder if anyone has experienced the same thing as I did.  No I was not drinking.



The Little Girl


By: francesca@orange4jobs.co.uk

I am just writing to say i love your site and it has encouraged me to share my story. To this day i still cant say that i saw what i saw for definite but im very very sure i saw something that night! Basically, ill explain that my little sister always used to come in my room and sleep either in my bed or on my floor, this one night i was lying in bed and i woke up to hear someone in my room so i was saying my sisters name over again and she wasnt answering. I used to put all my cuddly toys which were on my bed during the day on the floor at the foot of my bed. I heard some noise down there and thought this a bit strange as my sister wouldnt be able to sleep there as the space was too small! I got out of bed and turned on my light and my sister wasnt there and the house was in silence as EVERYONE was ASLEEP! I got back into bed with my light still on and lay down facing the wall, i was wide awake at this point and trying to sleep so i turned round facing into my room and standing by my bed was a little girl! I remember her as having blonde hair and her lips were moving as if she was talking but no sound was coming out. This is the wierdest thing now; I actually got up out of bed and turned my light OFF! I have always been unnerved but intrigued by the paranormal and always and still think i would have a heart attack if i saw a ghost but i cant believe i actually went to sleep after turning my light off. I have never seen her since but i always wonder who it was and what she was trying to say?! Thanks for reading my story.



Wolf Creek Oregon


By: rob.harrington@wc.threerivers.k12.or.us

I have really been enjoying the ghosts and hauntings site, and one story really has caught my attention.  It was the story that made the national news, with the story about the vampire attacking the two hikers at the Wolf Creek Inn.  I was wondering if you happen to know the year that occured.  I have searched the internet, but no luck.  That story was even a trivia question on the Jackson County Library website.  I may need to continue my search at the library. 
I had an odd experience in April.  I teach at the Wolf Creek School, and it is about 100 yards from the inn.  One early morning, about 6:30 AM, I was working at my desk, when I saw a figure all in black, with a black hood, walk by my window.   I saw it for about 2 seconds, and then there was a banging on the wall>  I went outside, and no one was there.  I was the only one at the school, and the area was deserted.  I have not shared that story with anyone, but it was an odd/spooky experience.  At one tiem, we had a custodian that told me that doors would shut when no one was near, even after they were blocked open. 
Anyway, I just wanted to share the experience, and see if you knew any more about the Wolf Creek "vampire." 




The Phone Call from the Other Side


By: telfanyftelfanyferguson@yahoo.com

Well my story starts about three years ago when my cousin got killed. Well this really tore me up, so as always i have always believed in the supernatural. So it had been about two weeks after his passing and he always stayed on my mind.that night it was raining and i did not have a telephone at the time but i had the telephone it was sitting on a table wrapped up with the cords wrapped around it ,they were not in the wall ,it was not a problem with the phone because it was not hooked up.so i told my nephew to watch after my two daughterswhile i go across the street to use my neighbors phone.so while i am gone my nephew said my phone rung,so i fused at him thinking he was lieing. So you know i am mad because its raining out side really hard and i had to go use someones phone so i told him that it could not have rung because my phone is not even in service,so how did it ring and he said auntie i dont know but it did and right before i left i was thinking about my cousin,and just saying to my self .i said fred if you have made it to the other side send me a sign or something to let me know you are okay. Do you think maybe it was fred calling me.





What Did He Go Through?

By: jwalzngems@yahoo.com
 
I am 32 years old and live in India.
I was married to an Air Force pilot .  He was perfect in many ways-very intelligent, lovable and very dear to everyone around him.  He was excellent in all indoor and outdoor games-squash, table tennis, badminton, cricket, carom, chess and so on. He would excel in his job, too.  We were happily married and after two years of marriage, we were blessed with this angelic girl baby.  I thought God loves me very much for he blessed me with this beautiful baby. 
But ten months later my husband died in an air crash.  Needless to say, I was shattered.  But I still remember those last few months of togetherness.  We were happy, but there was this unexplainable sadness inside me-like as if something was going to happen.  In the early morning hours I used to hear footsteps of someone in their shoes walking around the house.  I would search in all rooms, thinking my husband probably returned home early, but there would be no one.  I remember this drove me so crazy that I even asked my neighbor if they heard this noise.  They did not.  Then one day, as I was folding clothes in the bedroom, I saw an aircraft burning in fire and coming down with great noise, in my peripheral vision. When I turned to take a direct look at it, there was nothing.  I ran out of the house, went to the terrace, and saw a clear sky.  I was baffled.  That was the time I thought I had gone bonkers.
These and many more strange incidents finally culminated with the tragic death of my husband alongwith twenty other people.  But what intrigues me even today was my meeting with a stranger immediately after my husband's death.  This lady who apparently was clairvoyant was totally unknown to me in the crowd.  She suddenly comes to me says that she must convey some message to me.  She said, "Look, he will not let me go unless I tell you this...whatever...I do not know if this makes any sense to you...but he says he has reached a transcendental level and is safe...you do not have to worry about him...also he says it was similar to reaching sexual climax, but much more."
Was it really my husband saying those things? What did he mean by transcendental?  What did he go through...after death?





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