Hello,I was just surfing the net one day and I found your fascinating website,that was when I decided to share the true story of our experience with the paranormal,only this doesn't involve a house or property,it involves an antique ring.
We live in Eastern Iowa,and during the spring and summer months there are a lot of garage and estate sales to go to,and our family being antique dealers it is a great way for us to find new treasure,anyway,in August 2003 we went to a little town just outside of our own,where they were having their town wide garage sales,little did we know that we would bring home true evil that day.
The last sale we went to was held in a large garage,all of the smaller items like jewelry and so forth were put in sandwich bags,10 items to a bag for ten cents,my aunt and I bought bought five dollars worth of stuff.
When we got home we opened up the bags and found,well,pretty ordinary and mundane items,nothing really special,until my aunt found an incredible ring hiding in one of those bags.
At first we thought it was a mere child's trinket,it seemed too good to be true at first,but then we cleaned it up and realized,wow,this is something pretty special!
We went to the library and got a book on antique jewelry,and to our great surprise we found the exact ring,it was 10k gold,black onyx and diamonds,it was a a signet D ring and we found out it was made between 1890 and 1910,my aunt decided to give it to her father,even though his initial wasn't D he'd still enjoy it,she thought.
Two years earlier my grandfather had purchased a car that was in beautiful shape and had never given him trouble,but two days after he received that ring the car woulden't start,pretty soon the transmission gave out,he had that fixed,then half a dozen other things went wrong with it,he finally traded it off to a car dealer,who drove it himself and never experienced anything unusual.
At that same time my grandfather also started to become physically ill,he would go to doctors and even spend a few nights in the hospital and have tests done,nothing was ever found wrong.
He also lost many good friends,after showing them the ring for some reason they would never speak to him again or not treat him in the same manner,he even showed it to a close friend who was a high powered real estate agent,who had a strong buisness,less than one year later the man delcared bankruptcy and had to quit real estate,he eventually ended up selling cars at a local dealership.
Since that ring has been in our possession my grandfather has had five cars break down on him,he has lost friends,he has lost weight,he has been in and out of the hospital and almost died once due to inexplicable and still unknown blood loss,he has survived several car accidents and many more near misses,I truly believe that this ring is a thing of evil,none of our lives have been the same since we have owned it,for some reason the spirit inside the ring doesn't like cars or even people who like them,my grandfather in his younger days was a master mechanic who built his own custom automobiles,so we believe that the entity inside the ring has targeted him for this reason.
Oh,did I also mention we have a lovely Victorian ring for sale?
What the Heck is That???
This event actually occurred
back in the fall of 2002. My friend and
I were both in nursing school together and we would get together in the
mornings and study for our tests. I had
taken my daughter to school one morning and I came back home to call my friend
on the phone. My three year old son was
sitting on my living room floor watching tv, and my husband had left for work
hours earlier. I went to call Crystal,
my friend, to see if she was going to come over so we could get some study time
in. I was on the phone out in the
kitchen, involved in a deep conversation, I have a mud room off of my kitchen
that leads to our cellar, and out into the backyard. That mud room door was opened that day
because I had been cleaning and had left the door open so I could transport
stuff into the cellar. Well, as I was talking, there came a very deep, long
loud moaning from down in the cellar.
The restaurant has changed names and is now the Cowboy and the Captain in Apopka. When it was Townsend’s Plantation a group of us went at Christmas time from a local school where we worked, two of us asked if we could go upstairs and look around and they said sure , there was no one on the second floor that night and we went to the third floor as we were climbing the stairs my friend went thru the door way first and stopped, I immediately got the horrible feeling that I needed to get her out of there, I tried to go after her but I couldn’t enter the room ,it was as if there was a force keeping me out. I screamed at her to stop, she said when she stopped something put a hand on her back and chest like they were trying to hold her, She turned and ran to the door grabbed my hand and we ran down all three flights past the hostess whom we told the place was haunted and ran out the door, the rest of our friends were waiting for us and laughed at us thinking we were kind of kidding around. My friend couldn’t talk at first and the hair on her neck and head was standing on end. We left and went shopping about an hour later we were in a store and I looked down at my arm and said “OH my God I’ve cut myself; there was a lot of thick dried blood on me. When I wiped it off there was nothing there so I tried to figure where it came from and asked my friend since when we ran we had each others hands, here arm had caked on blood very thick and all over the arm, we immediate went o the bathroom thinking she needed medical care, her mother was with us and we wanted to see how bad it was so we could decide where we needed to go. As we washed the blood away there was nothing there. We were told that there had been a murder on those steps, I’ve no idea how we can logically explain what happen, but it scared the hell out of us.
Three Scarey Stories about
hi im from
The Ghost at the Limetree Inn
This happened about three years ago. Sara, a Paramedic, was on duty in Mena. They received a call to respond to the Limetree Inn for a medical emergency. When they got there a man who was in town on business came to the motel room door. He was very upset. He handed them the room key and almost ran to the waiting ambulance. The other paramedic told the man that they couldn't take him to the hospital unless they knew what was wrong. He then told them that he had been eating his dinner and looked up and saw a woman standing at the end of the bed. He thought that he was hallucinating. The paramedics took him to the hospital but the doctors never found anything wrong with him.As a side note that room had a previous murder in it. A woman was beheaded by her husband on their honeymoon. He placed her head on a bible and laid two quarters beside it. Many people have had experiences in that room.
Hi. My name is matthew
and I have lived in wales all my life,
12 years. I recently moved to a place called
I remember the year was
1990, me and my family had just come to the States(
I moved into my house a few years ago and have noticed "stuff" happening around my house. I "see" spirits/ghosts. There is a family that lives in my house. They are of a more friendlier sort though. I have been having a friend stay with me that is an "open" port for ghosts/spirits. Well to make a long story short, I got a new door with new frame which removed the old ward from the house to keep evil/bad spirits out so one came in and we had to disperse with it. My friend did get a name from it. We haven't been bothered with him anymore. Since then my "family" has been more open to letting us know who they were/are. We found out their names, the children's ages, found out the father smoked a pipe, and drank moonshine. Found out the mother didn't like smoking in the house. We also found out the father had lost a leg due to a dogbite. The family go about their days like nothing is happening. They get up in the morning, Mother cooks breakfast, they clean up, the children play while Father goes and works in the barn and on the land. Mother cooks lunch, they eat go back to what they were doing. Mean while the youngest child starts getting sick. Mother starts crying, O er child wants someone to play with. The Mother then cooks dinner and rings the dinner bell. And so on and so forth...... If you need or want more info you can reach me by my email ... firstname.lastname@example.org Thank you for your time and hope this helps in your search of finding ghosts in St. Marys, GA
i just wanted to add to your
riverside hospital story,
I had always felt a creepy feeling since the first time I had delivered. The baked goods were to be put in the cooler / fridge in the basement. As one walks down the narrow and old stairs, a doorway is noticed in the middle of the stairway on the left side. Once in the basement it feels even creepier; there are doors towards the back of the basement that are secure and locked. I was more curious about the stairway door and thus I asked a cook and he told me the story of when the building was used as a mortuary; it turned out the doorway led to the crematory oven. The doorway was not like a usual one but rather it is wider and shorter, which made it easier to transport a body into the room. The cook took me down the stairs and opened the door and turned on the light. The oven still stood and an odd feeling overcame me. It was really freaky.
Another instance occured
when I had to walk upstairs to a mezzanine in order to get to the restaurant
office to collect a check. As I walked
towards the office a sudden feeling of cold overcame me; it was september and I
think the restaurant had airconditioning this cold feeling was freezing and it
when away when I approached the office.
I did not see any airconditioning ducts--the restaurant may or may not
have had central air, most old buildings in
One time I was down in the basement putting the bread away and I started humming a song that was in my head. While I was doing so a female voice joined in but was singing a song I hadn't heard before. I threw the bread in the fridge and ran up the stairs skipping every other step. Another time I was walking through the restaurant towards the bar to collect money. I glanced towards the far corner and saw a man, in a pinstripe suit and a rounded old men's hat--the one's from the late 1800's and early 1900's--smoking a cigar, he smiled at me, I even smelled the smoke--and I love it because I smoke a ton of cigars. When I got to the bar I asked the bartender and he replied the man was a ghost. I hadn't heard about the pinstripe suit ghost from the bug guy until about a month after my experience.
My girlfriend has a friend who used to live in the apartments upstairs and when I told her about my experiences she smiled and told me that there was a ghost of a woman in white that walked through the apartment hallway and would sing...
Another time I was talked
with the owner and asking her questions about the building and she told me that
the building had
I quit the job due to it interferring with my education--the hours exhausted me--and so I hadn't been back to the Rose and Raindrop for 3 months now. My apartment building in NW Portland--built 1908--might be haunted; there are servants quarters in the basement and I get the feeling I'm being watched, but that is for another story...
Hi, my name is Kayce and I
The first one takes place at
an abandoned house on
About a year later, I came back to show my cousins and boyfriend because their friends had told them about the house. One said they were going upstairs and it felt like something was pushing them back down. Another said that they went upstairs and there was a bloody mattress and when they came back to the car there were little handprints all over the windows, it was winter, but no footprints in the snow. We had four flashlights with us and when we got out to go in the house, only 2 worked and they both died not long after we got into the house. Luckily my boyfriend and I had lighters on us. My cousin Jaynis said she saw a white figure in the side room, just like I had, and we all heard a weird noise coming from the woods. I looked out the side door area and saw what looked like an animal eye but it was only one and it didn't blink. I attempted to go up the stairs again and my lighter wouldn't stay lit so we left. The same cousins and I just went back there last weekend (been about a year since we were there) to show their friend and someone had burnt down the house. This revealed a large pillar in the middle of the floor of the house that looked as if it were made of cobblestone that couldn't be seen when the house was standing.
The second also took place
last weekend. My cousins Jeanie and
Jaynis and their friends Jennifer and Josh and I were all looking for this abandoned
house we found a few weeks back. We
thought it was on the right side of Flint Ridge Rd between Gratiot Rd and
Poplar Forks Rd but when we got there it was an abandoned trailer, barn/shed,
and what looked like an old g enhouse.
There were two cars parked in the weeds by the trailer. We had a powerfull spotlight so we shined it
and looked around. Then it looked like a
light came on inside of the greenhouse but it was really dim, like a
candlelight, but it was only there for maybe a minute and went away. We turned off the light and heard something
that sounded like a scream or possibly moans, we weren't sure. We started to leave and Jaynis thought she
saw the house past the trailer so we came back.
She shined the light and there was a house covered in vines but it
wasn't the same one we saw. I turned my
head away from the house and Josh and Jeanie said they saw what looked like a
shadow of a person walk out of the house, we were kind of scared so we left. We ended up getting a little lost but ended
up on State Route 40 so I knew where I was.
We were all pretty freaked out that night. Now that I've come across your website I will probably have stories for you often. I like to explore abandoned things and get scared because it takes a lot to scare me. Hope you enjoyed my stories.
Until next time,
My Uncle Died
Hi i'm Aleesha i'm from PA and i'm here to tell you my story My uncle has been in and out of hospitals but before he was in the first hospitor he was in a retired Community home anyway yesterday was Friday the 4, of 2006 I found out that he died when I came home from picking up my little sister that night i had trouble sleeping then i woke up and someone standing with me in my roomit was my uncle he died from a stroke i didn't get to see him before he died anyway when I saw his appairation in my room i started bursting into tears he spoke to me and i spoke to him he said '''Take care of Grandma,and take care of yourself i'll be watching out for you i wi always guide you.Because my uncle hasn't really been in my life i'm only 14 years old he's the person that I looked up too and i will never forget what he said to me the day that he died.
My Experience Like No Other
Well this happened to me when I was about 17. My parents had just bought a new house, and my boyfriend (now my hubby) moved into it. it was a standard 4 bedroom house, i say was because by the time it was finished being renovated, it was a far from standard 5 bedroom house with 4 bathrooms.
Well, there was only one decent livable bedroom in the original house, the others were just completely spooky. In two of them you just simply could not sleep, no matter what you did. The presence there was very disturbing. In the other bedroom, it was just creepy, always icy no matter what time of the year it was, and it radiated pure evil, we kept that door closed at all times.
But this story is about rings of blue fire.........Yeah, I know it sounds nutty, but it wasnt even one of those instances where you blink and it was gone, I sat and watched these rings "float" all the way down the passage, beginning at the bedroom end, and slowly floated all the way to the lounge door, the passage was about 6 or 7 meters long, and these rings of fire took about 2 min to float the complete way. Dissappearing as soon as they got to the lounge door. They were interlinking circles, kinda like the olympic games symbol, except there were only 2 rings, and they were a blue fire, like gas fire. I only ever saw it once. Heaps of other things happened there, but nothing like this. I would be very interested to find out if anybody else has ever had a similar experience.
My Experience in what I believe was a Haunted House
Hello. I am a 30 year old mother of 4 children. I also have a college education and consider my self a reasonably intelligent person. Due to my upbringing however I was raised on the belief that there are no such things as "ghosts". This belief was challenged, however, about 10 years ago.
Around the time I was 20 or so, myself, my husband and our two young daughters rented a house that I believe already had residents when we moved in. We thought we had found our dream home, because it had just been re-modeled with new carpet and cabinets and the rent was very cheap. I'm not sure exactly how old the house was, but I'm pretty sure it was at least 100 years old. All of the walls were made of the old heart pine. It was one of those old floorplans where all the rooms met back in the hall in a circular design. You could access any room in the house (except for the dining room) from this hallway. There was a hole in the middle of the hallway covered with an old decorative tin plate where the pipe to the old heater used to be. There were no plugs in the bathroom and we had gas heaters and a window a/c for cooling. Though we never saw anything, we continuously heard noises and had some strange (and sometimes very disturbing) occurences. There was also always an uncomfortable "feeling" in certain rooms in the house. These feelings were always accompianied with cold spots when there was no reasonable explaination for them. We only lived in the house for about a year, but in this time we had quite a few un-explained occurences.
My husband's job hours were from 3 - 11 p.m. and he worked about an hour from home, so I was home most nights alone with my two children until around midnight. Right after we moved into the house I began hearing things after me and the girls would go to bed. The main noises came from the kitchen. You could hear the dishes moving around. Pots and pans banging together, the silverware drawer sounded as if it was being opened and then slammed shut repeatedly. At first I thought one of the children had gotten out of bed and was plundering around the house, but when I got up to investigate I found them both in bed sound asleep. They slept together in a room diagonal from my room. There's connected with the kitchen which is why I had thought it was one of them. My husband said we probably had mice, but there were never any signs or indications to support this theory. (Anyone who's ever had mice knows they always leave evidence in every drawer and cabinet in the house.) Needless to say, after about 3 or 4 nights of these noises, I started waiting up for my husband every night before going to bed. He started teasing me about being paranoid until his first night off and we went to bed around 9:30 or 10:00. We were lying in bed and everything was quiet when the noises started up. He rolled over and looked at me with wide eyes and said "did you hear that?" He got out of bed to check on the kids and of course they were sound asleep so he went into the kitchen and checked all the drawers for mouse peels. Of course he found nothing just as I had told him he would not. He never teased me about being "paranoid" again after that.
The house had three bedrooms. My husband and I slept in one, the girls slept in another, and we used the last one as a guest room and I kept some of the kids toys in it also, so it was kind of like a toy room. The original plan when we moved in was to give the girls there own room, but neither one of them would sleep in the third room at night without waking up and crying, so we just put both of their beds in the second room and their toys in the other. This was something we found strange, but I didn't question it because the room always seemed kind of creepy to me also, even though it was almost identical to the other room. This room was always unusually cold even when the rest of the house was hot.
My husbands father lived in
Other people who stayed with us and used this room always said the same thing. My husbands cousin stayed with us for a couple of weeks and he wouldn't use the room either. We had not mentioned anything about the room to him, he just said he didn't feel right in there. He never felt as if he were alone.
Other stange things happened after a few months. We would leave the house and lock both the doors, (no one else had a key) but when we would return home at night every light in the house would be on. At first we thought maybe we had left them on and didn't notice it when we left because it was still daylight, but after the first occurrence we would always make sure all the lights were out before we left, only to find them on when we returned home. This happened on about 5 or 6 different occasions. The noises, the lights being turned on, and the strange feelings only made us relatively uncomfortable because we never saw anything, but there were a few times (mainly when I was home alone at night) that I was terrified of our visitor/visitors.
The first time I can remember being scared to the point I wanted to leave the house and not come back was around 8:00 at night one night when my parents were babysitting so I could have a little quite time since I was a full time mother. My husband was going to get us something for supper at the store down the street and I was going to relax in the bath and read a book while he was gone. I started running the water, got in with my book and my husband came into the bathroom to kiss me good bye. I layed back in the tub and started reading as soon as he left the room. When he shut the back door, every light in the house went out at once. It was a cloudy night, so there was absolutely no moonlight or anything. It was pitch black (I couldn't even see my hand in front of my face). I sat in the tub terrified to move. Not because I was afraid of the dark, but because I felt a presence in the room with me, but I couldn't see anything at all. I huddled in the corner of the tub and counted the seconds until my husband returned. (I knew it shouldn't be long before he got back because the store was only a couple of blocks away.) When my husband returned, and he shut the back door behind him, all of the lights came back on. I jumped out of the tub and almost knocked him down coming into the hallway. He said he had noticed all the lights were out when he drove back up in the yard and wondered if the power had gone out. He thought that was strange however because all of our neighbors still had power. This happened a maybe 5 or 6 other times, and it was always when someone was left there alone and someone else would go out the back door. My husband thought maybe it was due to the old wiring in the house, but the lights wouldn't come back on if the person left alone in the house would go and slam the back door. The lights would only come back on when the person who left the other person alone would come back home and they would shut the back door. The third time it happened, my husband had once again left me alone to go the store down the street, but this time I was in the living room watching tv. When he left and shut the back door every light in the house went out except for the lamp beside the couch in the living foom. From that night forward, we would always leave this lamp on just in case. Every time it happened after that the outlet where the lamp was plugged in was the only power source in the entire house that would work. You could also feel the presence near you every time this happened. There were other stange things that happened in the house and other areas that would always be cold even in the middle of the summer when it was 80 or 90 degrees outside and we didn't have the a/c on. The main area this would happen in besides the back bedroom was in the dining room just outside the kitchen entrance.
The home also had a detached garage. It was a small building that you could barly navigate in when there was a vehicle parked inside of it. It had a narrow tool/storage area in the very back of it. It still had tools in it from some of the previous residents. These were like turn of the century farm tools. We never handled any of them, we just saw them on the day we moved in. We noticed the door at the back of the garage and wondered what it was. My husband cracked the door open and stuck his head in to look around. I wouldn't get even remotely close to the door because it just felt like an evil presence was in there. Even though my husband would never admit it outloud, I know he felt the same presence because he never opened the door again after that either, and he is just like any other typical man who loves tools of any kind. He just said they were none of his business and he left them alone. We only parked inside this garage on one occasion. I believe the one and only time we did use it was once when we went on vacation and did not want to leave the car visible from the road. When we returned home, I made my husband back the car out becaue I didn't even want to get near the door in the back.
Well that is my one and only ghost experience, and I know it is not that exciting, but I wanted to share it with you none the less. Thank you for your time.
My Cousins Family
My cousin's husbands grandma died in 2004 or 2005 a while after she died two of his aunts seen her in their homes on the same day at the same time. My cousin bought a house with him after they got married a few years ago. Now his gandma is there with them. The flower they got from her funeral was placed in the kitchen in a corner thats the only place it would grow her favorite place was the kitchen. Her flower was in the way all the time so my cousin moved her and told her i am moving you grandma your in the way so she put her in the livingroom . one day when they were watering her they took her in the kitchen and sat her in the middle of the stove well she did not pay attention to it and put a pot of water on to boil and went into the other room, when she came back the whole stove was shaking and jumping violenly not what will happen when a pot of water goes on to boil but like an earthquake. she moved the plant and said grandma its ok i am moving you and the shaking stoped. Many other things have hapened their. When i am there by my self and all the dogs are outside ill hear foot steps in their bedroom one day i was sitting in the computer room right next to their bedroom i was alone and someone whispered in my ear alot of things happen in the house. Estashia
hey. i saw that you had
metropolitan state hospital, in
It's my first time to this site cos I was curious to know
If anybody other then myself had experienced what I had
and was amazed to see there were lots of people that had these
strange things happen to them. I was 5 years old, my sister a year older
and my older brother aged 9 as a family my mum and dad had taken us
on a holiday out of my home town. We'd booked into a hotel for that night,
for most of that day us kids were playing with the other kids that were on holiday.
It had gotten dark out and we were sent to bed(after prayers of course).
My dad was on my older sisters bed telling us both a bed time story,
for some reason I was fixated to the area near the closet there was nothing there to see in the physical but
I couldn't take my eyes off that area, something was there watching me.
After awhile I had drifted off to sleep, I woke up so bloody scared
there's no way to explain it but I felt a presence in the room.
There was only the option of looking to see who was there. Near the closet was a very tall dark shadow
of a man with no face just black, knowing it wasn't my dad(my dads to short)
I got terrified, it gave my an uneasy feeling like that only bad could come from this shadow,
It was clear to see the figure was walking toward me while I was laying in bed, shaking with nothing to do but
pull the blanket over my head and pray that this thing would go and leave me alone. After about five minutes or longer
I felt the dark figure lay next to me on the bed, trying not to breath and just about in tears absolutely scared s#*tless
seemed like forever that this thing was laying next to me. In fear I kicked the black figure off the bed
there was aloud thump to see if this dark figure was gone I looked
to where I heard the thump no one was there and my sister was fast asleep. no sleep for the rest of that night.
AND NEVER REGRETTED KICKING THIS BEING OR WHATEVER IT IS!
Haunting that happened to Me a Long Time Ago
My haunting happened to me a long time ago when I was living at home with my Mom and Dad. I would say it started when I was young, but I had a naive mind and didn't realize it until the happenings started getting more real each time.
The first happening I remember is I was outside playing on a Spring day. My Dad was working on something in the garage. I clearly heard my name being called from the garage and thought it was my Dad, so I ran in there to see what he wanted. He was not there. He had gone inside the house. I looked around the garage and no one was around. My Dad is the only one who was home at the time and could have been calling my name. I just marked it up as I was just hearing things.
Another happening was when I had my cousin over spending the night with me and we were sleeping in my brother's room because he had a double bed and I only had a single bed. We were laying in bed talking and playing and he said look and I looked at the window where she was pointing and there was a hand in the window. Just a hand, we did not see an arm or person. It was clear as day even though it was dark. We were scared as could be. We ended up in the den sleeping on the floor.
As I got older, my brother moved out and I moved into his room. This is when a lot of my happenings began. I had a water bed and on several occasions my bed would wave as if someone sat down, but no one was there. At one time, I got scared and I ended up on the floor in my room and I was drifting off and I felt a hand on my shoulder. A lot of this I just thought I was imagining. Then one night all I remember is being in a sleep state and my mind started saying, "Help Me God!", "Help Me God!" and I woke up and I could not breathe or move. I tried screaming out to my Mom and Dad, but couldn't. My mind just kept screaming to God. It only lasted a few seconds, but seemed like a long time. I felt as if this spirit was trying to enter my body. At that time, I normally slept on my side, but from that day on, I could only get comfortable on my back. It scared me to sleep on my back, I felt this was my most vulnerable position for the spirit to try to enter my body again. But I always ended up on my back. I slept in my parents room on the floor for at least a week after this happened. I was in High School, so it was embarrassing, but I was horrified. I finally went back to my room to sleep, but I slept with my lamp on for SEVERAL months. I did have one other occurrence where I felt like this spirit was trying to enter my body. I really never told anybody what scared me so bad, I just told them I was scared.
I went off to college and when summer came, I moved back home and I was up one night in the den late becaus I couldn't sleep and my Mom came in the den and said something like, "Oh, it's you, I thought I was hearing my ghost again!" I asked her, "What?" And she began to explain how a couple of times she had been reading and turned out the light to go to bed and my Dad was not home, he was working and as she drifted off to sleep she would hear the blinds in her room rattle as if someone was running their hand up and down the blinds. Like me, the first time she thought she was imagining things, but when it happened again, she felt it was for real.
That was in the early hours one morning, so later that day we called my brother to see what he thought about this. He, too, had encountered this spirit. He said he had even seen the silhouette of a woman with long hair and a flowing gown at the end of his bed. He and his friend also saw her out in our saddle house sitting on one of the saddles.
My mom spoke to some of her friends about this and one of them told her to invite the spirit to church with us telling it that this place would make it happy and we literally had to open the doors for it and all. So, my Mom dis this one Sunday.
I have told it out loud on many occasions to leave me alone and go away that it was not welcome in my house.
I don't know if it worked or if it just quit bothering us, but it seems the happenings have gone away.
Several years later, I moved back in with my parents and I had my son with me who was 2. I feel that he may have seen this spirit because he would speak of the monster and point into thin air sometimes and act really frightened. At 2, it was really hard to know if he really knew what he was seeing or if it was his imagination? But, again, I told it out loud to leave us all alone and it was not welcome.
So that is my story and I very much believe in spirits.
Interesting and True
I used to live in a house that i was SURE that was haunted. i have little rothers and sisters so we had artwork hanging up around the house. if things were dangling on srtings orr something sometimes they would randomly start to swing VIOLENTY.
also, one day when i was coming home from school i had picked up my little sister emma and we came home. i ssaw a man downstairs thinking it was my brother tommy. i said hey tom and went about my business. about 15-30 minutes later my cvomputer monitor was messing up so i was calliong him to come help me. he didnt respond. I went downstairs to find that was wasnt even home?. i had slept downstairs with friends and we have seen this strange man also. sometimes the TV woudl just turn on. or switch channels. other times things would move by themselves and once a ball bounced into the other room that i was in when i was home alone. i left after that ha. almost every night at about the same time the cabentins in the kitchen would slam and when someone yelled or went downstairs they stopped. and lastly, one time i was going to the bathroom and someone started jigiling and pulling on the door like they were trying to get in. i had locked it and i thought it was one of my brothers and sisters. when i came out i asked which one of them did it and my mom inormed me that they were down stairs with her the entire time. i promise you im not lying and i am SO glad to be out fo that house!
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Interesting Ghost Story
Hi My name is Vicky and I’ve got a pretty interesting ghost story.
This happened about 2 ½ to 3
years ago in
My name is Sam . I am from a
small town outside of
My grandmother, Nana, had just passed away the week before. It was about nine thirty, and I was sleeping. The lights weren't on in my bedroom, it was completely dark except for a little light coming from the hall. I heard something either move or fall off my desk. I wasn't in a deep sleep, so I opened my eyes. I began to smell smoke, not an ordinary type of smoke. I kept thinking to myself no one smokes in the house, all of a sudden I realized that the smell was of the cigars that my grandfather, Bob, used to smoke. I turned over on my side to look over at the desk area. I saw a puff of stormy grey smoke (in the darkness) and on the side to that a figure standing (floating) there. I looked at the figure and I asked my mom (who was not in the room), "do you smell smoke?" She said,"no, it's probably Bob." I turned back to the figure and took a good look, it was! He was wearing one of his two shirts, his white, brown, and blue pinstrip shirt. I looked up towards his head and I saw his big Irish head. Since this was the first ghost I had ever seen, I quickly went to my computer and shut it off, just in case I was hallucinating, but when I unplugged it and stood back to see if it had disappeared it was just standing there looking at me. Then I layed back in my bed, he was still there. I turned over on my side, so I had my back to him, and then a tingle ran threw me, I quickly turned around to see if he was still there, and he wasn't.
That day when I got home from school, I went downstairs to watch TV, Iooked on the coffee table and realized that my drawing pad was there. I thought to myself I had rought it up the night before, I'm more than positive. But then I sadi, whatever it was late maybe I didn't. I went to go sit in our red recliner, and my entire right arm stated to tingle. I didn't know what to do I just sat back down like nothing happened, but I'm not stupid, I knew it was Bob.
I know my grandfather was there to tell me that it's okay to be sad when someone dies, it's okay to cry. He was there to help me through the grieving process. But the fact that the next morning when my mother told me that my uncle had smelt his smoke in his house two or three times and that my aunt had smelt the same smoke in her house once before. But I was glad that I was the only one who actually saw him.
It is true that the original orphanage burned to the ground. There are still off buildings on site that were once the recovery / hospital areas. The adoptable children were housed in the front "Fairmont Children's Home" that was destroyed due to an unexplainable fire. The back buildings still exist. I have positive photographic and audio evidence of paranormal activity in the remaining buildings. Contact me and I will send proof positive photos of activity along with accounts that accompany the pictures.
I am a security guard that has pictures that are not explained by normal trespassers activity. I have a collection of photos of paranormal activity in the infirmary and hospital building of the Fairmont Children's Home. These areas still exist and the energy of one entity is not pleasant. I'm still looking for the pocketknife that appears in several photographs that I have taken. Trespassers are not welcome and I would discourage any lone ghost hunters. I have recorded voices that are not human in three places, 2 of them are not threatening, one of them wishes to hurt trespassers. Ask me for the recordings and situation. There is something here that will do you harm!
Visit from My Grandfather
on 22nd feb this year, my grandfather passed away after a short fight with cancer.
An hour before he died he asked the nurses to call the family and my nan and dad arrived within half an hour. I had further to travel and arrived at the hospital minutes after he died, which upset me greatly. On entering the side ward, I felt an over whelming sense that he was still with us. I went up to his bed and held his hand telling him how much I loved him and apologised for not being the at the very end. I felt a faint squeeze of my hand as if he was reassuring me it was okay, surprised I looked at his face and observed one last rise and fall of his carotid pulse. It was as if he had finally left us, though the nurse said he had died minutes before I came.
On monday 27th feb, my 23month old son, stood in the lounge talking to someone, he was alone, but I heard him repeat several times "grandad, grandad" then he said "bye bye grandad" and ran through to me in the next room pointing to the lounge and saying "grandad gone now". This sent shivers through me. I would really love to believe my grandad did come back once more to say goodbye.
When we first moved into our house we noticed some strange occurrences. My daughter saw a "shape" walking downstairs (It was white with black eyes) and my son saw a shape at night (It was dark and transparent). His shape haunted him for two weeks. We chalked this off as a child and his imagination. After about two weeks we were a little more concerned. He informed us that this shape was choking him while he was trying to sleep. We got a crucifix and My son has not seen the shape since. Ithought I had seen a shape next to the piano, but discarded this as a figment of my imagination.
We had forgotten about all of this until last night. I was sleeping and woke when I felt something come into the room. At first I thought it was my husband, but he was already sleeping next to me. I thought it must be one of the children, but all I saw was a very dark, transparent shape. This shape was taller than the dresser and wider than a person. Looking at the shape was like looking through vapors coming off of the asphalt on a very hot day. I thought I must be dreaming... (this all went through my head within seconds) but I saw my dog staring at the same shape. She was also doing a throat growl at the shape.
I don't know why I did not feel scared, but I went straight back to sleep. I was very tired.
I had forgotten about the instance until later that morning when I saw my friend. She moved out of the home where she and her mom lived because her mom died in the home, and she swears her mom still lives there. Needless to say, the memory came rushing back.
I called my husband to let him know what had happened. He said I was probably dreaming, but he agrees the throat growl from our dog was strange.
He went to the Christian book store and got a few items. He played Christian music very loudly on the stereo downstairs. Our dog rushed up the stairs and barked very loudly. He whistled for her to come downstairs, which she did. Our dog ran back up the stairs and began barking again. Our dog is not a barker. She is a lab who only barks when she is outside and kids are playing on the street (and only when she is already outside) or when one of our neighbors comes outside (and she is already outside). She does not even bark when the pizza guy comes to our door. The only time she barks or growls when she is in the house is when she sees the light from a flashlight.
I don't know what happened, but it is a strange occurrence.
Oh, four couples lived in the house prior to us renting in it. All four of these couples came and went within a 6 month period. Nobody on our block knows why they moved, but they said we have stayed here longer than anybody.
A Story of a Sighting
Hello. I have had one experience I would like to share.
When I went to my mothers house, I left my 11 year old daughter alone in our house. She had complained about seeing a ghost at the foot of her bed before, but I didn't listen to her. I stayed at my mother's house for about two hours, and when I got home, I discoverers my daughter on the porch, shivering uncontrollably. When I asked her what was wrong, she just looked at me like she had seen the most terrifying thing on Earth. Two years later, she finally told the terrifying story.
She was watching TV, when the set suddenly turned of, and in the black screen, she saw a reflection of an elderly man, without a head. Then the lights turned on and off, doing so for about five minutes. Then she heard a great, loud, evil laughter coming from her room. At that time she ran out, and stayed on the porch for one hour and 45 minutes. After she told her horrifying tale, I just sat there, terrifyed.
ohio there is a house at the bottom of a dead in,a small house by a thick woods.the house is indeed haunted by several evil spirts.sometimes u would see pig faced little black hooded things in the back yard 4 or more at a time.u would hear evil laughing while u were asleep that would send ur blood cold as ice.bats that fly at ur head from the ceiling and than vanish.a large man with overhals on and no face would confront u then vanish,voices calling ur name in a family members voice and they have said nothing.they would move things in the home.they would make the family fight because they fead off it it made them stronger.looking at the house will send the hair on ur body stand up and make u sick to ur stomack.in fact,there were preachers sent to bless the home and none of them would come in the front door.they said what ever was in that house was too powerful for them.how do i know this...i used to live in the house long ago and i still have nightmares of that house.
A Ghost in Basement (Celler)
Hello, My Names Becky, From Germany at the moment, Also am deaf.
Well, i know its sound werid
or something, but its true i see a thing. While I moved in
Also, Back in past, about
1999. I went to Boarding school for deaf people. A called "
Thanks for reading.
My name is Katie , I live in
I believe this story isn't scary, its just really, really cool.
My name is Kari I have a story to tell you. First, I have to tell you my dad died in 1986. When my daughter was 3 months old, she was saying "granddaddad." My mom always kept our family photo, which had me, age 8 and my parents. When my daughter was 2, my mom asked her where was grandpa, and she pointed to an empty doorway and said "granddaddad."
I have been reading your website for a while and feel its time to tell my story its not scary like other but true none the less.
The 3 experience I have no connection with each other ( as far as I can tell)
When I was about 8 my granddad died of course this was a terrible time for the family especially my Mum ( a right Daddies girl).
About a week after he died I
remember waking up suddenly out of a deep sleep. ( I could sleep for
I woke up seeing this glowing from my room ( my head was under the cover), the glowing was too dull to be my bedroom light and thinking my mum had come in during the night to check on me and left the door open I pull my head above the covers and saw my Granddad standing there next to my bed looking at me with a faint glow around him. Even though it was my granddad and I know he would have never had hurt me I was scared and dived back under the covers, from the gaps in the cover I could still the glowing but after a couple of minutes ( which felt like a couple of days) the glowing disappeared and was replaced with darkness. Somehow I managed to get back to sleep. Now I didn't tell anyone because being that he had just died I thought I would upset my mum and I also felt guilty for being scared of my granddad. A couple of weeks past and I can kind of forgotten.. until I was at my mums friends with my mum, I was more interested in annoying my younger brother and listening to them but one conversation caught my ears she was telling her friend that a couple of weeks ago she swears she saw her dad in her room one night. I then proceeded to tell my mum and her bewildered friend that my she did she him because I saw him too. Together we managed to narrow the experience to the same night. Its nice to know that he came back to say goodbye.
The second experience I had is really hard to explain and I hope you follow me. I was about 17 and was lying on my bed at home ( this will sound strange) and I thought I was dreaming, I was dreaming I was at home in my bed ( which I was, its hard to explain). Again I had my head under the covers ( I often sleep this way) and I heard two children come into my room and start running around my bed I could hear them giggle and could feel the movement the the covers as the ran past. I felt them start to climb on the bed I could feel the covers tighten with their weight, as I said I thought I was dreaming all of this and tried to wake my self up after what seemed like forever the mental struggle I was having lifted and I could no longer hear or feel them, now thinking I had just woken up I relaxed and all of a sudden it started happening again but this time I could feel the weight of these children climbing on me and their giggles getting louder. I knew I was awake this time but now I could not move I was paralysed. The children continued playing on me for what felt like hours ( never hurting me) and then it lifted all was silent and calm again. I don't really know what to think of this. Is it just my imagination? Just to let you know my brother was 15 at the time and not in the house and I do have a little sister but when this happen she could not even crawl.
The third experience I had was nothing huge just weird. I am now 23 and this happened last year. I no longer live at home, I was in my bedroom and I was falling asleep my boyfriend was fast asleep next to me ( he is the sort of person that as soon as his head hits the pillow he's out) I was just drifting and was more asleep than awake when all of a sudden I heard my name being shouted but not as if it was me housemate from another room but right up close against my head ( without sounding like I need to be admitted ) in my head. it was so loud and clear it startled me awake and it took me about an hour to go back to sleep. I had to sit up with the light on and have a cigarette just to calm my nerves. Obviously my boyfriend who was still fast asleep next to me would be the prime candidate but the voice didn't sound like his and he was still fast asleep and he's not a very good actor.( they type of person that constantly grins when they are trying to convince someone of something that's not true).
Well those are my stories sorry if there boring. if you have any theories as to what the 2nd and 3rd experience might be/mean then feel free to email me back I would love to read your opinion.
My Ultimate Ghost Story
I hope this is where you tell you my story. And get it on your site if not sorry. I am new to your site. Anyways here goes.
I was living in
The next thing we started to see was when we were taking our showers. When I was in there I was washing my hair and when I opened my eyes I was a red face looking at me. I ran out of the shower and to my Dad. He thought we were playing a game on him. About a week ter that had happen my sister was walking behind me in the hallway we were going to school in the morning. All of a sudden she screamed and push me down. She said that she saw a hand coming out of the kitchen and going for me. Our parents were getting so mad at us thinking we were playing with them.
That was until one night. My step mom at the time had a small dog that would sleep in the room with them and when he had to go out he would scratch the door. One night my Dad hear his scratching the door and he said when he leaned over to open the door, he said he saw a little red and black figure looking at him. He said it was saying something he couldn't understand. And then it walked into the wall into our room.
The next morning our Dad told us what he saw and told us he was sorry we moved the next week. We found out later that the lady living behind us was a devil worshiper. That's might be the reason why we saw all kind of freaky stuff.
My son has lived in woodstock ct since oct 1st of 2005.He and his friends have had several experiences in the small apartment in the back of the very old building where he has rented with his girlfriend,the last of which caused him to move out immediately.While he was laying down in bed this past Wednesday night,fully awake,it felt as though someone was pushing down hard on his chest and holding down his neck.He could not move or speak,but tried to talk to his girlfriend,who was laying next to him.All she could hear was some mumbling which she could not understand,and she said he was freaking out.The room was ice cold,and it had been very warm just moments before,as the heat was on.This episode started and stopped abruptly,as had the other two previous occurances.Later that day when we went to move some of his things out and only his friend was in the bedroom sitting on the bed,he suddenly felt something grab his leg from underneath the bed.I was bringing one cat outside and my son had the other cat in the living room.After we brought the items to my house and put them in his bedroom,he and his friends decided to go to another friends house.On the way home he suddenly felt something grab his leg and saw the electrical looking outline of a male figure in the vehicle.There was a church straight ahead of them so he told his friend to go to the church.As soon as the headlights shone on the statue of Jesus this incident stopped.They went inside the church and stayed for a while.When he got home there were red marks on his leg where he said he was grabbed.There have been numerous other times that they have told me of unexplained noises ,electrical disturbances, and objects moving for no apparent reason in the apartment.As a scientist I will be trying to look for rational reasons for these occurances,but after interviewing my son and his friends,I am concerned that the conclusion I will come to is that thi house is haunted.
I remember being about 4 or
5 years old and living in Evergreen,
Also, about 2 years ago, I lived in a trailer house that was haunted. My glass angels would move, and I would fix them back in the position I wanted them in and go back later and they would be facing the opposite direction. I once was on the computer and had the tv on too, the tv turned off and I turned around and said, "Just because I sn't looking at it doesn't mean I wasn't listening." The tv turned back on within 2 minutes and I was alone in the house.
Thanks for listening.
I have two experiences I would like to relate. Both happened to me between the ages of about 17-19, and both were somewhat recurring. One I would consider to be scary, the other not so much. I will begin with the former.
When I was 18, I was living with my parents and tensions in the house became very severe. I came back late after a night of heavy drinking and found the doors locked and the doorbell unanswered, so I ended up sleeping in my car. When I came back the next day, I was informed that I was no longer welcome. I spent awhile bouncing from friend to friend until an idea occurred to me.
My fathers mother was living in a nursing home due to advancing dementia, and her husband had died of lung cancer about five years earlier, in the very residence I will speak of later. For whatever reason, I had a key to this house on my keychain, so I decided to start taking advantage of it a little bit. I do not know why all the utilites were still left on, as my grandmother had been in the nursing home for some time with little hope of recovery, but I suppose in retrospect that it was my fathers way of keeping hope alive. Anyway, sorry to ramble for so long.
I am not sure exactly when it started to dawn on me. There is no one certain experience in the house that sticks out in particular, just the same things over and over. In the house, I could never escape the strong feeling that I was being watched, and that which was watching me did not welcome my presence. It followed me day and night, but especially night. Sometimes it wo d become so intense that I would shiver and goosebumps would run all over me, while my heart thumped intensely and my pupils diallated. I suspected my grandfather, and the presence was especially strong in his old room. It became so powerful that I was afraid some nights to walk down the hall, past the master bedroom to reach the room that I slept in. I would wake up in the middle of the night with this picture in my head, this picture of something quickly levitating down the hall to get me, and when it reached me, I would wake up, covered in sweat. This happened often enough that I didnt sleep in the back room very often, and instead took to sleeping in the front room, on the couch, with the television on. Sometimes, I was even afraid to go into the kitchen, which was adjacent to the television room but not the hall or any bedroom.
I figured that this was all in my head. After all, I had prior knowledge that my grandfather had died in this house. Surely my mind was playing tricks on me. It seemed the only rational solution. I told no one.
A friend of mine, David, was a semi-regular visiter. He usually brought along his girlfriend of the time, and his son from another woman. After a time, I worked out my differances with my parents and moved out of the house. However, sometime after, David was looking for a new apartment, and needed somewhere to stay in the meantime, so I offered him the key. He never really went into the specifics of what they experienced there, but described many of the same things that I went through. His son seemed especially frightened of the house, and refused to enter the former bedroom of my grandparents.
The house has long since been sold. I have no way of going back to investigate.
Was this all in my head?
Maybe, theres no way to know. I had prior knowledge. but David did not. Did I,
through a slip a the tongue let him know what I was feeling? Possibly. Was my
grandfather really haunting hi former home? Is he still there? I suppose
My grandparents moved to the small town in south-central Arkansas, where I grew up, in the late 60’s there my grandmother bought this old two-story farmhouse (before my grandfather had seen it, different and funny story) that hadn’t been lived in; in God only knows how many years, on 66 acres. At the time the house was black and there were chickens living in the kitchen cabinets, the boys (my father, his 2 brothers, their friend, and my grandfather) had to clear out most of the property with machetes. They found old cars, chicken coops, ect. you can just imagine with an “abandoned” house. Well once the house was restored to its original glory, they found that they had a diamond instead of a lump of coal. This is the house that they have lived in ever since, and the house I grew up in.
Well one night I was asleep
in my bedroom at the left-end of the hallway upstairs and was awaken by the
feeling I was being watched. This wasn’t unusual I had always felt like I was
being watched in the house, but that night I opened my eyes to see the full
face and body of a man over me (remember I’m laying on my back in bed). The
thing is I didn’t feel the weight of a body on me so I was confused. I yelled
at the top of my lungs to “get the f*&^ out of here” and the man
disappeared. By the time I had said that my grandmother, who slept of the first
floor was up in my room asking me who I was yelling at? When I told her she
looked at me like I had lost my mind, and then we heard my sister in the next
room scream. When me and my grandmother went into her room she had recounted
the same story. This time my grandmother looked at both of us like we had lost
our minds. Well not 2 minutes after my sister had calmed down we hear my
grandfather who is wide awake by now, and downstairs tell somebody to get the
hell out of the house. We all run downstairs, and by the time we get into the
dinning room, which is at the foot of the stairs and through a hallway door
(total time to get in the dinning room less than a min) my grandfather is white
as a sheet and says “I just saw a man walk through the wall”. By that time my
grandmother just says “it’s
The whole time I was living
with my grandparents, and from the stories I have been told he has always
“haunted” the house. He has never spoke, and really doesn’t seem to be looking
for anything. Most of the time he is felt rather than seen, and usually when he
is seen there is someone outside snooping around the house. I think it is a
warning that there is a prowler or someone trying to break in. The few other
times I saw him was just out of the corner of my eye when I would turn to look
to say hi, I would see a very different shadow and know that a real person was
trying to get in. Living in the county there was always some drunk either
coming to the wrong house thinking it was his or up to no good. One night when
I was about 5 or 6 he appeared just before someone tried to light our barn on
fire. My father and grandfather were warned in just enough time to stop this
from happening. That is why we call him
Al Capone was know to visit the near by city of Hot Springs, AR to take the baths, and in the late 20’s and 30’s the place where my grandparents house is was in the middle of no where. Lord only knows what went on out there. Who knows maybe on one of my visits back home I will see him and ask.