Ghost Related?

By: adambculliton@hotmail.com

Hi, my name is Adam. I am not sure if this is ghost related or not, so I will just tell you a few of my stories. Every so often when I am watching tv in my room, my tv turns itself off. This happens when I am watching shows or movies that my mom does not like or approve of. When I am watching tv in my room, I almost always keep a heating pad on my bad shoulder which keeps my body warm. Right before the tv goes off, I get this uncontrollable chill (which I am also feeling as I write this) down my body, then the tv turns off. The first few times this happened, I thought that I had turned on the sleep mode, but I did not because when the sleep mode is on, it starts a count down at the bottom of my screen with 60 seconds to go, and there was no count down. Some times when this happens, I turn the tv back on, and then about 20-30 min. later, the tv goes back off, and for the entire 20-30 min.
that it is on, I feel the same chills. The next morning when I wake up, I see some kind of bloody and dismembered body standing in front of my bed just glaring at me for a few seconds before it disappears. Also some times when I am home alone with my dog, she starts flipping out and wont stop until I take her out side and she walks around all of our property. Occasionally, when I am in my basement playing video games, or pool, I hear some one calling my name, but I am normally home alone, or no one had called my name.
My dog normally starts her barking right after I hear my name being called.
Every now and then, when I lose my temper, it is worse then normal. My friends and I call it my dark side coming out, but when it happens, all Hell brakes loose. First, I get the same cold chill, then my eyes (which are
blue) turn into a sliverish/grayish color. I become stronger, louder, I talk faster, and I destroy just about every thing around me. One time, about 3 years ago, I was at a high school foot ball game. Some how, I got into a fight with 6 of the high school "thugs". The one kid punched me in the eye, and thats when I felt the chill, and i started to "change". I became much stronger, and for the most part, I destroyed the kids i was fighting. I heard that one kid that I threw into a wall got a conclusion from his head snaping back. Another kid got a broken nose. Finally, one kid that hit me in the face broke his hand on my cheek. A good friend of mine then dragged me to his house (he lived right next to the field) and I started flipping the picnic table that was in his back yard. I took my rage out on the table for about 30 min until I felt the chill again, and I became exhausted, pale, and my body felt the same way you leg feels when it falls asleep. Since then, my "dark side" has never been as destructive, but it still happens from time to time. Like I said, I am not sure if this is ghost related or not, so if you can, could you please get back to me and let me know, or let me know if you want to hear more of my stories. Thanks.



Lewis and Clark Monument

By: sxybtch182004@yahoo.com

I am writing to inform you that yes I believe that this monument is haunted. It is haunted by what seems to me as two spirits one of an old man walking down by there appearing to be coming from the house to the right of the monument who comes up to you and asks your name and asks what you are doing on his property it is said that at one time the whole area was owned by the man who use to own the White house to the right I haven't experienced this one for myself but i have experienced while standing over by the monument at night you will hear someone screaming what sounds like help me when you go over to the monument and look over the edge you will see people below but they dont stay very long it is said that some kids went down there and raped and beat a young girl and then left her there to die. At one point of going up there because that is one of my favorite places in Council Bluffs to go to because it is next to the cemetary and Black Angel two of the most popular hauntings in Council Bluffs, I have been looking out over the monument and have seen a young bloody woman trying to get out and have heard her voice saying no stop and help me. All around i believe that the whole area has hauntings even washington elementary off of broadway next to what use to be the old at&t building to as far as the white house below the monument around the half curve next to the white house mentioned at the beginning of this email in which i have personally lived in the whole area there is interesting it is said that alot of them is haunted due to the history and that is located next to the Fairview Cemetary. I like to experiene the paranormal and so i have been to these places because it is my home town.






MARIPOSA ELEMENTORY IN REDLANDS

By: DIANALUVSISAAC@aol.com
 

I HAD A PERSONAL EXPERINCE AT MARIPOSA ELEMENTORY SCHOOL IN REDLANDS OVER TEN YRS AGO IN THE MTH OF JULY I CAN STILL REMEMBER THE DATE IT WAS JULY 20,96 IT WAS AROUND 11:00PM AND MY FRIENDS AND I DECIDED IT WOULD BE FUN TO DRIVE AROUND REDLANDS TO SUPPOSED HAUNTED LOCATIONS . MARIPOSA ELEMENTORY WAS OUR FIRST STOP THREE OF US WENT TO THE MAIN DOORS AND KNOCKED AND ASKED THE CHILD IF HE WANTED TO PLAY AT FIRST WE HEARD OR FELT NOTHING BUT AS WE WERE WALKING AWAY WE FELT A VERY COLD BREZE AND NOTICED ONE OF THE SWINGS STARTED TO SWING WE RAN AWAY TO OUR CARS AND AS WE STOOD THERE NOT ONLY ONE BUT ALL OF US SAW A WHITE ALMOST LIKE SMOG FIGURE STAND THERE IN FRONT OF THE SCHOOL AT FIRST WE THOUGHT WE WERE SEEING THINGS BUT NOTICED IT STARTED TO MOVE TOWARDS US AND WE JUMPED IN THE CARS NOTICEING THAT THE FIRGURE ONLY MADE IT TO ALMOST THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD BEFORE IT DISAPPERED . IT WAS A VERY SCARY EXPERINCE AND I WILL NEVER FORGET IT. I DON'T AT ALL BELIVE IT IS A URBAN MYTH CAUSE I HAD A EXPERINCE THERE . IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS PLEASE EMAIL ME BACK MY NAME IS DIANA




My First Encounter

By: ghoster@hot.rr.com

The incident took place in Austin, Texas on August 14, 1995 between 11:30pm and Midnight. A friend of mine who I shall call James had been going thru some bad times of late. He had been suffering from partial paralysis from an injury he had sustained years ago in a diving accident. His business was failing, his bank account was dwindling and since he had lost his lease with the apartment he lived in, he had to live with a friend until he could get back on his feet. As sometimes happens in all of us, James lost hope and felt that there was no way out and so, committed suicide. I was told about this the next day by a mutual friend of ours. A bunch of us got together later to remember him & grieve.
Two nights later, while at a payphone at the corner of S. Lamar and Barton Skyway (a well lit street corner) talking to a lady friend, I caught a glimpse of something moving out of the corner of my right eye. I looked to my right across the street and saw James! He was walking without any sign of paralysis at all! He looked completely solid. As he walked he looked at me, smiled, nodded, and then disappeared! Oddly enough, I was not frightened by the experience, but I sure was surprised. I went and told another mutual friend of ours of my encounter and he told me that he had heard that James' Sister In Law had also seen him. According to her report, she was making some sandwiches in the kitchen of the house she shared with her husband, Drew (James' brother), when she felt a chill, followed by the feeling that she was being watched. When she turned around, James was standing in the doorway of the kitchen a few feet away from her. He spoke to her saying, "I'm okay. Everything’s alright. Where's Drew?" She screamed and he disappeared. She and I are the only ones who saw him. Two days later, James was taken to Dallas and laid to rest there. As far as I know, his ghost has not been seen since.





My Mother Comes Home  A True Story

By: dataguru@bigfoot.com


My mother recently passed away in her home in San Antonio, TX.  She passed away like any of us would want to go, she simply went to sleep and never work up.
Upon hearing the bad news, my family and I immediately flew to my mother’s home to start tying up loose ends.  My sister and I, the only two heirs, divided up all my mother’s property and made arrangements for my mother’s house.  My sister kept my mother’s collectibles and I took possession of my mother’s prized paintings.
These two paintings were very large hand painted paintings that were commissioned by my mother decades earlier; one painting was of our large colonial childhood house, the other was of my parents family business of which they had owned together over 20 years.  My mother was very proud of both.  Since these paintings were so large, we knew we could not fly back with them so we decided to have them ground shipped to our home in Georgia.
After making arrangements for all my mother’s possessions and saying our good byes at my mother’s funeral, my family and I returned home.  A few days after we returned home, the shipped paintings arrived.  I did not feel like unpacking the paintings so they stayed in the box temporarily.
That night, my wife and I were woken up by a single phone ring at 1:30 in the morning.  For no reason at all, my wife says, “That was your mother”.  I explained to her that it was simply a wrong number and the caller had hung up.  The next night, an alarm clock in the living room, which was only used to keep time, went off at 1:30 in the morning.  I had to get up out of bed and physically turn off the alarm.  My wife and I both knew we never used the alarm feature of that clock.  The next day I checked the clocking programming and saw that the alarm, (had it been turned on) was programmed to go off at 2:30 in the afternoon!
I decided to call my sister and let her know what was going on in my home since those paintings had arrived.  My sister had stayed in my mother’s house when she was in San Antonio making my mothers burial arrangements, and she said that she too had the strangest urge to wake at 1:30 in the morning.
That night, I woke at 1:30 in the morning again, for no reason; my wife woke up a few minutes later.  We were awake a few minutes and I did not hear anything so I immediately went back to sleep, my wife was awake a little longer since it takes her longer to get back to sleep once she is awake.  My wife said that after I went back to sleep she heard someone walking across the kitchen floor and opening the refrigerator.  She said that it was a very unique stride; it was my mother’s stride.  When my mother was alive, she had a very distinctive walk because my mother had lost part of her foot due to diabetes.  She had tried to wake me up but I am a very sound sleeper.
That day was Saturday, so we finally got a chance to unpack and hang my mother’s paintings.  Once we hung those paintings we no longer had any more nightly incidents.
I cannot help but wonder what time my mother had passed away but I have a pretty good guess.





My Friends Story

By: mr.rodi@casema.nl

Last summer me and my friends were at a small lake in Swish, I forgot the name of the lake but well we were fooling around as I all of a sudden tripped over something in the water, My feet was bleeding I must have cuted myself with somthing I looked down in the water and I was sure to see two eyes as big as footballs staring at me it was something black and it blinked a few times then disapeard I was also sure it had a big beak that he had opened and probaly I cutted my feet at one of his teeth, but it scared me so much that I didn't wanted to go back in there. Also my friends refused to go in then we sat down and waited we bandaged my foot as my best friend started to yell there was some kind of wisker or somthing above the surface but then when she screamed it quikly disapeard. I wonder what it could have been, it sure scared me!




MY LOVELY GRANDMA BY CRAIG FROM ENGLAND

By: craig.bigbird@btopenworld.com
 

MY GRAN DIED 12 YEARS AGO BUT I FEEL SHE IS STILL WITH US SOMETHING ALWAYS HAPPENS IN MY MOTHERS HOUSE WHERE SHE LIVED FOR A LOT OF YEARS WITH MYSELF WHEN I WAS YOUNG  MY TWO SISTERS AND MY FATHER.       SHE WAS SUCH A KIND PERSON AND REALLY THE ONLY GRANDPARENT I EVER REALLY KNEW,WE WERE CLOSE.                                                                             ABOUT THREE YEARS AFTER SHE PASSED ON MY SECOND ELDEST SON (I HAVE 4 CHILDREN) WHO WAS ABOUT 4 YRS OLD AT THE TIME WENT TO THE TOILET AT MY MOTHERS HOUSE.AFTER ABOUT 10 MINUTES MY MOTHER SHOUTED TO MY SON WHO CAME DOWNSTAIRS.MY MOTHER ASKED HIM WHAT HE HAD BEEN DOING AND HE SAID HE HAD BEEN TALKING TO THE OLD PRETTY LADY WITH DARK HAIR AND GLASSES WHO SMELT LOVELY,MY MOTHER NEARLY FAINTED AS HE HAD DESCRIBE HER MOTHER TO HER (MY GRANDMOTHER WORE A VERY DISTINCTIVE PERFUME.
I HAVE SMELT MY GRANDMOTHERS PERFUME ON AT LEAST 4 OCCASSIONS AT THE TOP OF THE STAIRS BUT I DONT FEEL SCARED OBVIOUSLY AS IT WAS SOMEBODY WHO I LOVED AND SHE LOVED ME
BACK TO MY SON WHO MUST BE VERY AWARE OF THESE THINGS HAS SEEN ORBS ON NUMEROUS OCCASSIONS IN THE KITCHEN WITH MY MOTHER PRESENT AS RECENT AS CHRISTMAS GONE 2006
ALSO MY FATHER HAS SEEN A SHADOW WALK ACROSS THE HALL OUTSIDE HIS BEDROOM DOOR MANY TIMES AS MY GRAN WAS A BIT OF A NIGHTOWL WHO FOUND IT DIFFICULT TO SLEEP!
THE LAST THING I HAVE TO TELL IS ABOUT 2 DAYS BEFORE CHRISTMAS 2006 MY MOTHER WAS GETTING OUT OF THE SHOWER WHEN SHE HEARD A KNOCK ON THE BATHROOM DOOR,MY FATHER WAS DOWNSTAIRS AND NOBODY ELSE WAS IN THE HOUSE SHE OPENED THE DOOR BUT NO ONE WAS THERE, THEN SHE FELT 3 GENTLE TUGS ON THE TOWEL SHE HAD WRAPPED ROUND HER.                      LATER THAT DAY MY MOTHER AND FATHER WENT INTO TOWN MY MOTHER WENT TO TAKE SOMETHING BACK  TO A SHOP SO MY FATHER WENT BACK TO THE CAR TO WAIT  FOR HER,AS HE WALKED TO THE CAR HE SWEARS HE SAW THE SAME SHADOW HE SEES AT HOME SAT IN THE FRONT SEAT OF THE CAR, AS HE WENT TO OPEN THE DOOR IT JUST VANISHED.                                                                      THANKS FOR TAKING THE TIME TO READ MY STORY WE DONT FEEL SCARED JUST FORTUNATE TO KNOW THAT WE STILL KNOW SHE IS THERE AND WE MISS HER VERY MUCH..........





A Personal Ghost Story

By: themindlesstripodexperience@yahoo.com


Hello, my name is Jay and I have a very real and terrifying paranormal encounter that I would like to submit to you. It's taken awhile for me to actually start accepting and telling my ghost story. When I was eight years old my family moved into an oppulent ranch style home on Biscayne Avenue in South Daytona, Florida. The house never felt right from the get go, it was always cold even when we had the heater running in the winter. I always felt like I was being watched at night in the house and the feeling never went away as long as I lived in the house. I started noticing strange occurences in the residence that my family could not explain. My bedroom door would open by itself when shut or shut when it was open. Lights would flicker on and off and there were places of intense, bone chilling cold. The worst part of the house was the back bedroom. We never went in there, it was the center of an intense cold and it had one of the worst smells I've ver smelled, no matter how many times we tried to get rid of the smell it just kept coming back. At first these occurences were just easy to disregard but then one night it got personal. I was alone watching television when I heard loud footsteps coming from the hallway. When I went out to check there was no one there.
I walkied back to my bedroom and as I was walking I suddenly was overcome by a bone numbing cold and the foul smell I had only smelled in the back bedroom was permeating the air. I was just about to go into my room when I heard a deep voice yell my name. I turned around and walked a little bit into the hallway when I saw a huge black floating mass. It was solid, I couldn't see through it at all. I heard the voice yell my name one more time and then it started coming towards me. I flew into my bedroom, locked my door and didn't come back out for hours. I never stayed alone in the house ever again and I was happy when I left. I don't know exactly what I experienced but I do know it was not a freindly presence.




"Casey"

By: Wayne.DavisJr@valero.com

 When I was 13 years old my Dad came home and told my brother and my self that we were moving two blocks down on the same street. We were excited for we were going to finally own a home. My dad was so excited to purchase the home for only $10,000. It was a small home yet two bed rooms is all we really needed. Dad took us to see the home that day and that is when the night mare began. When we pulled in to the drive way the couple that lived there were packing their vehicle with what they could fit and were leaving in a hurry. The couple was renting the place and was there for only six months. The lady, while holding their two year old baby was crying and warning us that the house was evil. As kids we had no choice but to be scared. Our father instructed us to ignore the couple for they were on drugs. I remember thinking to my self how nice the family looked for being on drugs and I found it really hard to believe.
 Well we moved in that week and the nightmare began to unfold. every one seemed to be on edge and every one began to change as a person. Dad and our step Mom through my brother out and it seemed as every day that passed made for a more evil step mother. For a long period of time I was forced to stay in my room and when I say forced I mean that I was pad locked in my room. Well another summer had passed and it was back to school. We all seemed to just ignore the foot steps that were so close to all of us as we watched TV in the living room and the unexplained dead animals in the yard were ok with us as well.
 To make a long story short. As I set in my room preparing for bed I heard a noise in my closet. The noise was that of a person digging through my belongings. I opened the closet door to find no one there yet all of my clothes were off the hangers and my personal stuff was knocked off the top shelf. I ran out of the room and told my Dad. My dad grew angry and told me to just ignore it and go to sleep. I lied in bed that night as the noise came back. At around 1:00 am I ran out of my room and climbed on the couch. Then it sounded as though a tornado was striking only my room. The noise was so loud that my Dad came out of his room and just stared at my door. He then asked me, what in the hell is going on? I expressed with fear the fact that I did not know. My dad then told me not to be scared and just go to sleep. He said un sure of him self; it will all be OK in the morning.
 The next morning I got up for school and as I walked in to my room it was the most creepiest feeling I had ever felt. Nothing was in place and every thing was knocked over. As I began to clean up I noticed that a Frisbee that my grandmother had purchased for me right before she died was knocked off the wall and was lying in the middle of the floor. When I picked it up I noticed a faint writing on the inside of it that was not normal ink. A very faint writing stated "Casey was here! My marks are left on the top bunk" I immediately looked at the top bunk where it looked as though some one beat it with an axe. I showed my Dad and he grew angry and demanded that I just kept it to my self. I never slept in that room again and at the age of 15 I moved out. Not to long after that my dad divorced his wife and neither of them fought for the house. The house was eventually bought for what was owed in taxes and the house was destroyed.
 I have no idea who this Casey was yet I do know that this person was not happy. I became a believer in ghost after that house did what it did to my family. Every time I speak of that house and that night my Dad just says to drop it. I am thirty years old now with three children of my own and luckily my wife and I purchased a home with a great history and nothing to fear.


Crank Call


By: awol@cogeco.net


I have had many paranormal experiences starting back when I was a very small child and some of them were quite frightening, but nothing can quite compare to the incident that happened to me about 5 years ago one beautiful sunny  morning in August.
My husband and I lived in a small apartment that seemed to have huge climate variances.  Our bedroom was always boiling hot and the living room was always very cool.  One night after trying to sleep in our bedroom and feeling like we were going to melt due to the heat wave that our city was experiencing, we decided to sleep in the living room.  As soon as we entered the living room, it was like a nice cool breeze was blowing over our skin and we both settled down for sleep.  That night I had one of the most horrible nightmares I have ever experienced.  It was so vivid and seemed so real that I can still remember it to this day.  In this dream, there were for a lack of a better word, demons that were harassing and scaring me.  They leered at me and laughed in my face, but I was unable to move as they told me what they were going to do to me and my family.  They started to throw me around and rip at my flesh as I screamed in terror.  I was begging for help and crying in panic when the phone rang and woke me from the dream instantly.  I jumped up and popped over my husband and grabbed the phone like I was some sort of acrobat.  When I put the receiver to my ear, I could hear this terrible growling and for some reason, it just caused me to become hysterical!!  I started crying and screaming into the receiver "What do you want?, Leave me alone!!"  By this time, my husband was wide awake and staring at me like I was a lunatic.  I never thought to hang the phone up and my husband who is very protective never took the phone from me.  After about 2 minutes, the phone went dead and I put the phone down and looked at my husband who was still staring at me.  I told him that someone just crank called me, but I did not tell him anything else as I felt like I should not talk about it.  I looked at the clock and it was just barely 6 am, the sunlight was streaming in through the windows and I could hear the birds chirping away.  It is hard to describe the feeling that I had, but I felt like I needed to be out in the sun and that it would cleanse me.  I am not a morning person by any means, but I got dressed and went out to sit in the sun and tried  not to think about what happened to me.  My husband followed me outside about fifteen minutes later and told me that he had checked the phone and the phone had said that the phone call was from an unknown location.  He told me that the phone barely rang once before I had vaulted across him and picked it up. He thought it was weird how I reacted to the phone since I can usually sleep through anything.  I think about that day often and I still can remember the sound of the growls coming from the phone.  I tell myself, that someone must have crank called me, but how could they know what I was dreaming about?  Why did I jump up and grab the phone with such urgency when my husband was much closer to the phone?  This may sound so silly to you since I did not see an entity, but to me this is the scariest thing I have ever experienced in my life.   I am thoroughly convinced that I had contact with something evil that day.


Greenlawn Cemetery


By: snowcoon@hotmail.com

Hi there! My name is Becca and I'm a 23 year old from New Hampshire.
Throughout my life like many people, I've had my fair share of creepy happenings and experiences with things that go bump in the night. But there is one story in particular that happened just a few months ago that probally has to be among the most scariest and fascinating of all the things that have ever happened in my life.
Just up the road from my apartment, behind an elementary school sits a huge graveyard called GreenLawn Cemetary. For as long as I can remember, there have ALWAYS been stories told of stuff that goes on in there. Growing up in this same neighborhood, the local neighborhood kids use to talk about how they could sometimes hear weird noises, cries, and voices coming from inside. People would talk about how the statues would sometimes move and how strange darkish blue lights/mist could be seen hovering over or near certain gravestones. My aunt, who use to live directly across the cemetary,  would tell my mother how she could look out across the street into the cemetary at certain times of the year and just get really uneasy vibes. The cemetary isn't just scary in the sense of spirits, but it seems to carry a bad omen with it. There are many, many cemetarys and graveyards in my town, but this one seems to harbor a lot of horrible activity. A few years back, a  cat had been mutiliated ((May the poor thing rest in peace)) and hung from a tree out there by some highschool students that were apparently on drugs of some kind. When the police found one of the kids who did it, he was hiding in the woods near by wearing his mother's wedding dress ((This wasn't a rumor; it was in the newspaper)). Crazy people lurk in the marshes that partially make up the cemetary, which makes parents terrorfied of allowing there kids out there, especially towards dark.
That being said, I had always heard the stories and the rumors for pretty much most of my life, but never actually experienced anything myself. My boyfriend, who is originally from Mass moved up to NH to be with me.
Together, the two of us got an apartment that sits back in my old neighborhood where I grew up and the cemetary is a two minute walk from us.
We've taken walks in there before during the day, but I never really told him any of the stories about the place. Towards the back of the cemetary, sits an abandoned church. Funeral services I guess use to take place there up until the 70's when they stopped for some reason. One night, my boyfriend decided to go out there with our neighbor and check it out. I decided to sit
this one out and stayed home.   Just a little before 12:30AM, my boyfriend
came bursting in through the front door, his face PALE white and his eyes watering and teary. When he gets genuinly scared, his eyes start to water and tear up. I've only seen this happen with him maybe once or twice during the two years we've been together. I asked him what was wrong to which he replied "I.....saw something. I don't want to talk about it right now....maybe tomorrow". Imediatly all the stories from growing up came rushing back to me and at that point I knew that he REALLY must have seen something and that just maybe all those stories and rumors I had heard from over the years weren't just rumors. After about an hour, I was able to calm him down enough to where he tried to explain as best he could what had happened.
Him and the neighbor had gone into the cemetary and as they were walking through, things were fine. They were laughing and having a grand old time, completly unafraid and at ease. They walked down the road that took them down a hill and got to a brudge that goes over a small brook that runs through the middle of the cemetary. Just as they approached the bridge, my boyfriend looked out to the other side of the brook, and between two pine trees "stood" an old man on the second step of some stairs leading to a family plot, looking off to the side into the woods. He was extremly old and frail looking and was wearing an old colonial style suit. But the thing was, from the waste down, there was nothing. Where his hips and legs should have been, the bottom of his suit was completly shredded to rags. At first, my boyfriend thought maybe it was just some kids playing a joke on him, but when the man turned and looked to him, fluently and in the way a real person would, there were no eyes; just big black holes. That was what got to him the most above all. At this point every hair on him was standing on end and he began to back up. He asked the neighbor if he could see it too, but he was apparently looking in the completly wrong direction. At that point, my boyfriend turned and started running as fast he could and the neighbor took off behind him. He ran all the way to the very top of the hill and turned to look back down to see if it was still there, hoping that it would have disapeared, but sure enough, it was still there, staring at him. At that point, they turned and ran out and didn't stop running until they got to the apartment. He told me how the old man never looked as if he going to harm them, but seemed more suprised then anything to see that he had been spotted.
At the time, I was talking to a friend of mine on AIM and explained to her how my boyfriend had seen something and was really scared. At first, all he wanted to do was go to bed and didn't want anything else to do with that cemetary for a very long time. But once he calmed down, he decided he wanted to go back with more people and see if he could show them, that maybe he was still there. I asked my friend and she agreed. We met up with her and headed back out towards the cemetary. As we reached the top of the hill, we could see the spot from a distance where he had seen the old man. There was nothing. As we walked down the hill towards the bridge, my boyfriend started crying quietly. I guess he was mixed with frustration, fear, confusion and probally anger because he thought he must have sounded crazy to us. My friend and I as we walked towards the bridge told him the storys about the place that we had heard from just about everyone growing up and that it was notorious for scary activity. We crossed the bridge and headed over to the family plot, which we noted was the Colonial Family. The Colonial family was the group of people that founded our city way back in the 1700's. My friend had brought along incents which she lighted and stuck next to the entry of the family plot as a sign of respect and we went up in to check out gravestones to see if we could maybe find which one belonged to the old man.
About maybe 15 minutes after being there, I spotted a gravestone way towards the back which belonged to a man named Harry Colonial, May 1, 1789 - August 18, 1806. I quickly called my friends over to check it out in which we realized something. It was August 18th! My boyfriend and the neighbor had left the house at about 11:40PM and had gotten into the cemetary sometime around 12:00AM. We also noted the that he had died in 1806, which meant that it was exactly the 200 year anniversary of this guys death! My friend took her lighter and tried to light an incent for him, but her lighter wouldn;t light! She tok a few paces back and tried it and was able to get it to light. We placed it next to the gravestone and turned to leave and go back home. We went back to the cemetary a few times during the day since then, but now I'm a little bit wiser and more aware of the things that happen down there.


Job Corp Morganfield haunting


By: bludlettingudie@hotmail.com

I'm an ILA (independent living advisor) at Earle C. Clements Job Corp in Morganfield, Ky.  I started working there in march 06 on the night shift. 
During my second and last week of training, the woman training me was telling me about the campus being haunted, reportings that students had made and even some experiences of her own.  Then she had to leave the dorm for a minute so I was the only person in the dorm awake.
The dorm I was in is the only one in our campus with a female wing and I went to use the bathroom on that wing.
The dorm structure is shaped like an "L" with a door going to each wing and a large rubbermaid trash can at each door.  The door going to the girls wing had to be held open with two wooden wedges where all other wing doors only need one.  These wedges were place on each side of the bottom of the door and the door opened inward to the lobby in the bend of dorm.  The trash can for that wing had also been left on the lobby side of the door way that night.
So anyway, I had to go use the bathroom on the girls wing and i'm the only person in the dorm awake.
Just as I got inside the bathroom door I heard a very loud bang from somewhere close to the lobby.  The bathroom is in the middle of the wing. 
The sound didn't scare or startle me and I started to ignore it all together but thought there might be something going on with one of the students so I walked back out into the hall and looked toward the lobby.
The wing door had closed on the trash can that was sitting there and had caused the bang i heard but no one was in the lobby or the hall.  I didn't hear any students talking or moving around.  No one had just shut their room door, so I just stood there a minute staring at the door.
Then the hair on the back of my neck stood on end and I got a cold chill.  I walked to the door and didn't see the wooden wedges that had been holding the door open.  I opened the door and saw them both laying out in the floor away from the door way altogether.
I called my co-worker and told her what happened.  We laughed about it cuz we had just talked about the campus being haunted but I was spooked for the rest of the night and I haven't worked that dorm alone at night since then.  I work 2nd shift now because there's more activity with the students and I was getting really bored on 3rds so i'm not there at night much anymore but that's the only supernatural encounter i've ever had in my life and I won't be forgetting it anytime soon.
I've never had a student complain to me about seeing shadows on the walls or people hovering over them at night but my co-worker that night said that students in the next dorm over used to get scared and report a shadow on the wall that would always go behind the same locker everytime they saw it.
At the time this happened to me, the dorm she was talking about was shut down and unpopulated due to remodleing.  When it reopened a couple of months later I started working in that dorm but on 2nd shift.
One night after lights out (after 10:30) one of the guys on B wing walked out into the hall, looked at me and said "come tell these guys to shut up so i can go to sleep".  I laughed cuz i knew there was really not much telling what the guys in that room where doing becuase they were always doing something silly at night before bed.
I went in the room of 6 guys and 5 of them were laughing.  Then one of them explained that they were talking about ghosts and scaring their roommate for the fun of it.  Turns out that they felt like the room was being haunted because they could hear something in the room at night but no one was up.  They also said that the room would suddenly get real cold at night but it didn't happen very much.
I told them that the center was haunted and has been documented as such on the internet.  It freaked them out because they didn't know.  (it's not like the recruiters tell the enrollees before they decide to come to
morganfield)  The dorm was shut down again shortly after that for repair and has since been reopened again but we had to move the students to another dorm during the repair so I'm not in that dorm anymore.  That dorm is now the CO-ED dorm and populated.  The dorm i had my first experience is in now shut down due to lack of staffing.
I thought you would like to hear about the Morganfield Job Corp from someone who worked there.  Hope what I have told you is of some use.
The CO-ED dorm sits where the POW camp was back during the war.  At least that's what my co-worker said that night we talked about it.  She's been there for eon's, i'd like to think she knows what she's talking about.



Lake Lure Inn Hauntings


By: sharlotte333@hotmail.com

Hello.  I am an employee at the 1927 Lake Lure Inn and Spa.  I heard that some of your investigators paid a visit to the Inn last night, and heard a couple of spine-tingling experiences of our front desk associate, Christine.  I have another tale you may want to add to your notes...
In 1996, I was involved in a local group that staged a murder mystery weekend at the Inn.  Friday evening was spent getting the guests familiar with the characters, letting them begin to piece together the relationships involved in the plot.  After much socializing, and laying the groundwork for the upcoming "murder", all of the actors and guests headed to their rooms for a good night's sleep.  Of course, we had other plans...
We woke everyone in the hotel around 2 in the morning, roused by the sound of gun shots on the third floor.  The hallway filled with guests and actors, and with the help of the local EMTs, the "body" was removed from the hotel.  After all of the excitement was over, the actors headed back to their rooms.  Two of these performers, Moe and Claire Daigle, returned to their room to find that during their absence, someone had opened their bathroom door (blocking access to the door opening into the hallway), turned on their clock radio, and opened their window.  Their room was within sight of the scene of the "murder", and at no time was anyone seen approaching their room.
This took place years before I became an employee of the Inn.  In the past year I have had a few unexplainable encounters.  It seems the ghost, or ghosts (depending on which stories you've heard), enjoy keeping the housekeeping staff on their toes.  Often while cleaning rooms, I would turn to find a television turned on, though no one had touch the remote or the set.  Doors would swing open, or unexpectedly close.  Many times, after fluffing the down padding and making the bed, I would return to find the shape of a person pressed into the comforter. Nothing menacing, merely mischievous.  Since changing from housekeeping to the F&B department, I haven't had any notable run-ins with our spectral guests.
I hope these tidbits can help.  If there are any other questions you may have about the Inn, please feel free to contact me.  I will also spread the word to any employees that may have a tale or two to add.  I wish you luck on your ghost tracking endeavors. 



Lexington MO

By: gillja@mansfieldisd.org

First of all, after finding this, it sent chills down my spine. But, here's my story anyway.  I went to Wentworth Military Summer camp, while my father was camp director there.  Since my parents divorced, we would get to go see my dad for the summer.  I went there from 1981-1986 (summers falling 2nd-7th grades), and the summer youth stayed at Groendyke Hall.  With the building built on a slope, I remember the end of the hallway going down into what was called the "dungeon" rooms or "basement" rooms. The door to this area was closed and locked, and my father admitted to me one year that he had never been down there all the way in, because the ceilings were left at normal height, but the floor was a good 6 feet lower, leaving the ceilings at about 15 feet high.  He said he didn't even like going to that end of the hallway, because it gave him the heebie-jeebies.  He described it as dark and damp, with windows to the 6 rooms down there just being below the ceiling of the room, since the rooms were actually underground, and since there was a steady legend that they had put a boy down there years earlier as a discipline measure.  A day later the camp went on a week long camp out several miles away, and after another day, while there, the directors realized that no one had ever gone in and took the boy out.  By the time they got back to the barracks, it was a good 3 days later, and the boy had taken his life.  It gets worse. There were feces and urine in all 6 rooms, where the boy had gone everywhere and smeared into the beds and on the walls.  And, apparently, he had tried killing himself by jumping from the top of the stairs head first into the concrete floor.  According to the autopsy, this broke his neck, but he survived.  From what was left, he had beaten his head against the door so many times, that he probably fell into unconsciousness, and died of a series of brain contusions.  Supposedly, they could never get the smell out of the dungeon, so they just boarded it up and left it locked.
After my 3rd summer there, my brother and I took my father's keys and headed down to the basement.  We opened up the door, dared the other one to go in. Finally creeped into the hallway.  We were standing there at the top of the stairs in almost total darkness, when the door SLAMS behind us!!  We freaked!  I still feel that because of that situation, I have to be slightly intoxicated to get in an elevator.  We screamed so loud for so long, it seemed like we were there for days trying to get someone to help us open the door.  There was no handle on our side of the door.  We heard the commotion from everyone coming down, and I remember my father yelling from the other side of the door, "Do you have my keys?"  We freaked even worse.  NO ONE had another key and we were locked in, with no power being supplied to that end of the building for years. My brother and I made it to one of the rooms, where just enough light made it through the 12 inch class window which seemed like it was 20 feet up in the air.  The light outlined a bed and a table on the wall.  In almost sheer darkness, we closed the door to the room, and took the mattress off the bed, and used the bed frame to throw against the window.  After breaking the window, we realized that we would have to go back to the door to tell my father that we had broken the window and for them to come throw down some type of rope or something. But, when we got back to the door, there was no sound coming from the other side.  We screamed again and again, our voices going horse from all the screaming.  Finally, we heard others yelling and the door flung open, and my dad was standing there.  It was a pretty frightful experience. 
We never went back down there again!!!!



My Sensitive Son

By: dorothy.melendrez@swri.org

Hi. I have several stories to share with you about my 8-year old son.
I'll try to make this as short as possible, since there are a few stories.  Ever since he was very little (around 1 year), I can remember him coming to me frightened about different things he saw.  The first instance, he was only a year old at the time, and we were living in a two-bedroom apartment in San Antonio, TX.  My husband was attending college in the evenings, so my son and I were left alone during those times.  This particular evening, I was in my room, and he was playing in his, and all of a sudden, he ran into my room, crying.  He came up to me, and grabbed my hand.  He wasn't talking yet, so he communicated through gestures, cries, grunts, etc.  He took my hand and began leading me to his room, and pointed to a corner in his room and grunted, as if to show me something.  Of course, I couldn't see anything, but I could tell he was frightened by whatever it was.  Also, this apartment we lived in at the time may have been haunted.  I never knew for sure, but I always had an uneasy feeling there, and some strange things happened there too, so I completely took my son seriously.
Now, fast-forward to about a year and a half to two years later.  My son was close to 3, and at that time, we were living in a mobile home in Von Ormy, TX.  We had been living there for about a year and by this time, he was already talking.  He came to my husband and I numerous times, telling us there were people in his room.  My husband and I would be in the living room watching T.V., and my son would be playing in his room, and all of a sudden he'd run to us, saying there were people in his room.  At the times he did this, he would stay with us, and would not want to go back in there until later, and that's when he'd say they were gone.  Of course, we'd always check his room and there would be nothing.
He also kept saying there was a little boy in his bathroom, and blood in the tub.  Sometimes whenever he'd pass the bathroom in the hallway, that's when he would tell me, and that would scare the heck outta me!
After all this, time went by, and he stopped telling us things for a while, but then he started saying three little boys lived in his room, and they would play with him, and sometimes scare him, because they would come and go through his wall.  At first I thought they were imaginary friends, but after he told me names and described them, that changed my mind.  I can't remember the names he gave me, but I thought it was strange, because he had never been in daycare, wasn't in school (he was only 3), and we didn't know any kids with those names.  I asked him how old were they, and all he could say was, "They're little boys, just like me."  I didn't know what to think of this, it was all very bizzare, and because nothing out of the ordinary ever happened at that house, nor did my husband and I ever see anything. As time went on, he eventually stopped talking about the little boys, and never brought anything else up. The house was only owned by my husband's cousin, and it was only about 10 yrs. old.  After him and his family moved out, it was owned by an ice house owner on his property, but I don't think anyone actually lived in it, so I highly doubt anyone died in there, unless something happnened on the 5 acre land the house was on when we lived there.  We'll never know...
Several years later, we moved out of the mobile home back to S.A. to live in my Grandmother's house temporarily.  This happened about a year and a half ago, when my son was 6.  It's possible my Grandma's house was haunted, because three people passed away there, both of my Great-grandparents, and also my Grandfather.  I also felt presences there, and I always saw shadows pass under the lights, but my son actually saw something - twice!  The first time, we were all asleep, it was very early in the morning and he was awake.  He said he saw movement right outside his bedroom door, and described it as a dark shadow gliding from side to side.  He had his door closed, but he said he could see it from under the door, and it looked like a foot.  He said he was scared and just watched until it went away.  Then about a year later he told me of the strangest thing he saw one night.  He said he woke up in the middle of the night to get a drink of water from the kitchen, but before he got to the kitchen, he said he saw two big glowing white rectangles floating next to each other above the table.  I told him it was probably a light shining from outside, but he said it was not, everything was dark except for those two glowing shapes.  He said he was too scared to get closer, so he went back in his room and went to sleep!
Strange again, but I said there was nothing to be afraid of, and then he said, "Yeah, it's probably just my Great-grandpa!"  Sorry this was so long, but I hope you liked it. 




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