Family Cabin

By: RendellA@graphicpkg.com

Our family has a cabin in the woods on Bunker Hill in New Hampshire. It was built by hand the old-fashion way by my Great-Grandfather in 1931. Last fall while sitting around the campfire, my cousins and I shared “weird stories” about the cabin. Here are two of them. One cousin and a friend went to stay up there once in the winter in the late 70’s. Usually no one goes up there in the winter. It was early evening and they were cooking supper when all of a sudden the front door shook hard as if someone was trying to open it. It shook so hard that the dishes and glasses on the kitchen selves rattled. My cousin called out, “Who’s there?”, but got no answer. His friend and he were getting a little unnerved. My cousin grabbed the fireplace poker and his friend grabbed a butcher knife. When they flung open the door there was no one there. It was snowing hard and had covered their tracks from earlier in the day. There were no fresh footprints at the door or leading up to the deck. They had no explanation for it. They pegged the door shut and had no more problems the rest of the night. In 2001, I was staying there by myself one July. It is a little unsettling staying there alone as you are out in the woods by yourself with no one around. I had just gone to bed and was half asleep when I looked over at the doorway going into the living room. I had the feeling more than seeing it; that there was someone standing there. It was almost like a fine white cloudy figure. I felt a feeling of my grandfather, who died in 1979. As I love him very much and he felt I was more a son then a grandson to him I wasn’t scared. I rolled over on my stomach with the idea of going to sleep. I heard real soft running steps and felt some one jump on my back. That brought me fully awake and I sat right up. No one was there. My Grandfather was a big practical joker with an equally big sense of humor. I think he was pulling a fast one on me. I had no other things happen to me the rest of my stay. My family has also had three different Sasquatch experiences at the cabin but that is a different matter.



Young Sensitive

By: furlongtours@optusnet.com.au

Hi I am a sensitive more than a clairvoyant
and have seen ghosts all my life.
The first I can remember was my Pa who had recently died. I was 4 and climbed the stairs with my Nan not far behind me. I saw my Pa out the window and  I assumed he was on a ladder. I was really excited and said hello and told Nan. She was very frightened and tried to usher me away, but my Pa smiled and waved, I hadnt been allowed to attend his funeral.
Since then I have seen ,talked with or  been spoken to by many ghosts.
At times I have been afraid ,  but usually its alot like normality.I have received information at times and have to live and deal with this . Other times an old deceased friend may be seen for days until I click ,the date was either their birthday or has some other relevance to them. They never cease to surprise me.I sometimes consider this a burden but for the most part I can accept it as a gift and am grateful for who I am.On ending when I am frightened or think the ghost isbad I say '' In the name of Jesus Christ leave me now'' I am not a christian , but am sure he was a good bloke ! ie; Saint.Its not failed. T hanks and maybe Ill post some more of my dealings at another date, with love and light 



A Haunted Trailer

By: Anonymous

I would like to remain anonymous with this please. Thank you.
This story is from years ago when my two daughters were quite young. Around six months and three. We lived in an old two bedroom trailer on the corner of a very small town. The events are still quite clear in my mind as we experienced things practically daily for the entire time we lived there (about four or five years). I won't write about all my experiences in this one email as I am sure it would be too long.
One of the main things that sticks out was when my youngest was around six months old. The two bedrooms were on opposite ends of the house, separated by a small hallway, bathroom, the kitchen and the large family room. Because the kids bedroom was so far away from ours, we used a baby monitor. Now, I am not exactly a technology buff and in fact, sometimes I'm down right dumb when it comes to things like that, but I do know the workings of most every day things. It started one night when I'd put the kids to bed and decided to stay up and read in bed. It was around midnight and I was comfortably propped against my pillows and very into my book when I heard a faint, but distinctively male voice come over the baby monitor. It happened so quick that I thought perhaps I was imagining things, so I went on reading.
Not five minutes later, I heard the voice again. This time, it was a bit clearer and a bit louder. I got up and decided to check on the kids. When I got into their room, they were sleeping soundly and there was nothing amiss. It was a cool night, so no windows were open to pick up any voices from outside and the television was off. At the time, we had no radio. I went back to my room and settled back into bed and began reading again. A half hour passed quietly with not a sound from the monitor when all the sudden I heard the voice again and this time it said my name. Now, I have a very unusual and distinct name. So I could not have mistaken this.
By this time, I was getting a bit annoyed. I got up and, before going to check on my kids, I checked that the door was locked (this door was situated just outside my bedroom door and was quite noisy when opened) and then went to check on them once again. As before, they were sound asleep and nothing was amiss. Now I was nearly getting angry and shouted for whoever it was to stop. I stomped back to my room and set my book aside, thinking I would just go to sleep. Now, for anyone who knows me well enough, knows that for one, I don't like the dark. I always sleep with a lamp on. I also have this pet peeve about closet and cabinet doors. They always have to be closed. Don't ask me why.
Anyway, when I returned to my room, I found the sliding closet doors standing open. I knew for a fact they were closed because of my slight obsession. So, I closed them and made sure to leave my lamp on. Before I climbed into bed, I decided to turn the baby monitor down a bit in hopes that I would not hear the voice again. It was situated on a dresser across the room from my bed. Imagine my surprise when I went to turn it down only to find it completely off! I had forgotten to turn it on! I didn't sleep much that night.
A footnote; When I told my husband of these happenings, he wrote it off as CB interference. Now, I could see that if the monitor was on. And I also have to wonder because they said my name and I have only ever met one other person with my name. Who knows. Also, as I'd thought of it myself, there was no possible way that anyone could have entered this trailer and been playing a trick on me. The front door was blocked by a large, and old armoire and as I said earlier, the other door was right by my bedroom, locked, and very noisy. And the windows of this trailer were designed so basically no one could come in through them as they were very high off the ground and had three to four panes that were cranked open, but didn't leave hardly any space to get in.
This particular story isn't exactly frightening, just slightly eerie, I suppose. I'll share more of my experiences in this trailor some other time





Ghost's Story

By: tanzanite_21@hotmail.com

I have many stories to share with you all.  Here's one of the many that I have....
It was in the late winter/early spring of 1997.  I was spending the night at my baba's house after attending a hockey game.  It was shortly before midnight when I had shut off the light and crawled into bed.  I was lying in bed, on my stomach for at most 2 minutes, when sudenly I felt 2 hands on my back.  The hands shoved me into the bed so hard that the bed shook for a good minute or two.  I froze with terror, not knowing what to do.  I did'nt know if I should turn around to see if there was any one there to see, or just lye there and try to get to sleep.
I decided to very slowly turn around to see if I could see any one.  As I turned, I was trying to prepare myself for what, if anything, that I would see.  When I finally did turn onto my back, I was relieved to see nothing. 
I laid in bed with my eyes wide open and my mind racing.  I was trying to calm myself down before trying to sleep.  After a few moments, I closed my eyes and thought, "Ok, I'm going to sleep now.", and fell asleep shortly after that.




Carnation

By: lcurtner.sblog@aptalaska.net

The ghostly dog.  If anyone happens to see this dog again.  Call Peppy.  This might be a dog I owned as a child – we lived in Carnation.  My folks built a home in Fall City in 1971 – when we moved I came home one day and my dog was gone.  Beautiful white and light rusty colored dog.  Peppy had been my dog for 6 years.  An awesome dog.  My bud.  My Father said – he had given my dog to our old neighbors…( just like that ) I cried & cried and got on my bike and road from Fall City to Carnation – part on that little back road around the river…then out onto the main road the rest of the way…the entire way I was sobbing.  I got to our old neighbors house and there Mother said – we shot your dog !!!!!! He bit one of there kids!!!! No way…..I called them killers..as my dog was so friendly – I would put a long piece of grass in his mouth and he would lead me around strutting like a show dog.  I had a sister in a wheel chair and he would make sure she was o.k.  Anyway – it was a long ride home still crying and even more so on the back road where the jogger saw my Peppy.  I know it is him.  I didn’t talk to my Father for sometime. He passed when I was 18 and I always wondered how he could have done that…giving away a childs pet????  A few years later that same family who my father gave our dog to…there son murdered a young girl.  He was captured and is in prison.  I knew in my heart that my  dog must have suffered…just call Peppy if anyone sees this dog again.  Next time I am south I am going on the back road to see Peppy and tell him…its o.k. – go home…rest …..You’re the best.  This is sad but true.  When I read this caption…I knew it was Peppy looking for me.  Or making sure people are safe.



My Father

By: mgongom@hotmail.com

One summer night in 1943, my father died in a terrible traffic accident. I will always remember this schook. In that time I was very young.
One day in 1967. I was driving home in the evening. I remember that I was very tired. When I was driving I felt m y fathers soul, then  I looked on the right and I saw my father.
He smiled at me and said:"hello, my dear. I died very young. I coldn´t give you all the money that I wanted to give you. I know that since you were a baby you wanted a big house in the country and have a better life for all my family. Please play the lottery tomorrow"
But next day I bought a lottery ticket and that night. While I was listenning to the radio I knew I had won it
Thanks daddy I know that you are always with me.





Stormy Night

By: emma_lara@sbcglobal.net

i was 11 or 12 when this happened, my dad left to the store to buy some milk in a terrible storm. So i was alone with my little brother watching fat albert and i remeber my dad being very careful and locked the door every time he left. He also makes me check if the door was locked so thats what i did. anyways we were watching tv when all of a sudden the door knob started to shake and unlock by its self  i thought my dad was coming in so i got up and opened the door but nobody was there and i got realy scared caue nobody else has the house key besides my mom but she was at work. i closed and locked the door then i saw a tall man like shadow in the corner of my eye. i told myself that it was all in my head that i was imagining it. i told my little brother but he didnt believe me. then all of the electricity went out in the house thanks to the storm. at that monment i had to go to the bathroom room realy bad forgeting the light i just used it i went to the sink to wash my hands and in the mirror i saw a man ( the only light there was, was the flashes of lightning) i turned around and ran toward the door next thing i know the door slamed shut i so scared i was paralized i tried to scream but i couldnt i managed to turn around and face it he was one foot away from my face thats went i let out my scream. then my dad opened the door and the disappeared. strange things happened after that night doors opening by themselves lightes turning on and off and i still see a shadow every once and a while. But i never saw that scary apperition again    





The Ghost Party House

By: dtnbcfritz@yahoo.com

My husband I got married in September of 2000 and I moved into the house he was renting in Charles town, WV.  It was an old, turn of the century house and it was beautiful.  While we were dating, I came to visit him while his parents were staying with him.  I slept in the guest room, his parents in the master bedroom and my husband slept in the den.  During the night, I woke up and felt I was not alone, then I saw a dark figure walk in front of one of the windows and then a few minutes later it walked in front of the other window on the adjacent wall.  I froze.  I wasn't really afraid, just a little freaked out.  I pulled the covers up just under my chin and closed my eyes tight and repeated silently to myself, "I am protected by God and nothing can hurt me."  I chanted it silently like a mantra until I fell back to sleep.
When I told my husband about it the next morning, he said I probably saw the shadow of someone walking in front of the flood lights on the wall of the apartment complex across the street.  It isn't possible that that could be the explanation because I didn't see the shadow on a wall, it looked solid and passed in front of the window on the inside.  Also, we were on a second story.  Later, when I moved into the house, strange sounds started to occur.  I took two months off before looking for work so that I could unpack and get the house in order.  I took this time to indulge a little and slept in until about 9:30 - 10:00 every morning.  My husband would leave for work in Dulles at 6:30 and I would fall back to sleep after he left.  At 8:00 every single morning, I would hear the front door open (it was a large wooden door that would pop when it opened) and I would hear footsteps walk up the stairs.  I couldn't resist getting up and looking around the house to see if anyone had entered.  I was always alone and the front door would still be locked.
 I figured if this was it, then I was getting off easy.  I tried to ignore it a few times, but is sounded so real that I had to get up and check.  After a couple weeks of this, my husband's cat started attacking random places on the walls of the house.
The outside wall at the top of the stairs was her Nemesis.  My husband and I were watching television one night when the smell of burnt hair penetrated the living room.  The house was very open with only four closing doors.  There was a large arch between the living room and the hallway where the front door and the staircase were located.  We got a little nervous because we thought that maybe we had an electrical fire on our hands and started checking outlets.  The smell was very strong.  We didn't realize it was odd until we walked into the kitchen which had an open door to the hallway and the smell didn't permeate into the kitchen.  The smell was located only in the hallway and the living room.  We walked into every room of the house and no other room had the smell. An hour later, the smell left.  A few days later, I went to dinner with a friend and came home and when we walked into the front door, my husband came out of the kitchen where he'd been doing dishes and asked when I came home.  I said I had just come in but he said it wasn't possible because he'd just seen me walk from the stairs into the living room.  We looked into the living room and the curtains were twisted very tightly into ropes.  My friend promptly left the house.
Maggie, our cat, slept with us.  She usually slept right up against me, under my left arm.  One night, she wouldn't come up from the foot of the bed.  She perched on the foot of the bed like she was watching something.  My husband fell asleep almost at once upon getting into bed and I usually lie awake for a little while.  I was just starting to drift off to sleep when something in the hallway growled.  I told my husband about it and he asked if I was sure it wasn't Maggie.
There was no way it could have been the cat.  I have had cats my whole life and I know how they sound when they growl.  It's usually high pitched and gravely, but this was low and menacing.  It sounded like a large dog.  Maggie sat on the foot of the bed the entire night.  I think she was protecting us.  It's after this that things got really crazy.  My husband was setting the table for dinner when the ceiling light fell out of the ceiling and landed in the middle of the dining room table.  It fell with extreme force.
 We went away for a week and when we came back, three of the glasses I bought right before we got married, were broken.  Two had been shattered, but one was still together and only fell apart when we tried to pick it up.  The top of the glass simply came off the bottom part with a clean, precise edge cut diagonally through the glass.  When I would be home alone, Maggie would climb in my lap and tap me on the cheek and then lead me out of the room, whenever I came back, something had been moved.  Once, my husband's friends came to visit and we were sitting in the living room chatting when Maggie came into the living room and stopped dead in her tracks.  Her tail puffed up and all her hair stood on end.  She started hissing at the middle of the living room.  She was looking at the floor.  When any one of us tried to stand up, she would hiss and us.  This lasted for about 10 minutes.
Then she ran upstairs and hid under the bed.  Dishes were regularly found broken in the cabinet and the curtains on the window going up the stairs were twisted and knotted.  One day while I was talking on the phone to my sister-in-law, I was telling her about what was happening in the house and the door at the top of the stairs slammed shut.  I thought that perhaps the wind had caught it and went upstairs to open it and close the windows in the guest room at the top of the stairs (the room was previously the den) and it wouldn't open.  I had to wait for my husband to come home to open it.  He had to throw his entire body weight against it to open the door, but when it opened, none of the windows in the room were open.  My husband never believed me about the growling until one night he woke out of a sound sleep and heard the same growling right next to the bed.  Maggie was perched on the edge of the bed watching the floor.  Soon after we decided to move.  We packed up and had everything but a futon mattress in a U-Haul and were sleeping on the mattress in the dining room on our last night in the house.  I should say trying to sleep, but we couldn't.
 There was too much noise.  It sounded like there was a party in the living room, there were voices and the sound of glasses clinking and it sounded like someone was running up and down the stairs hitting the railing with a stick.  We left the next day, very tired, but happy to be leaving.  Maggie went with us.  We moved into a new house and Maggie started attacking the walls and getting lost in corners.  The vet told us that she was very old and getting blind.  Finally, she got so bad that she had to be put down.  We were devastated.  Two days after her death, I was sleeping and woke up to the feeling of Maggie jumping on the bed and walking up to sleep under my arm.  I felt and extreme pressure on me and there was a dark figure standing at the foot of the bed.  I tried to speak, to wake up my husband, but I couldn't make any sound.  I couldn't move at all.  I wanted to scream, but couldn't.  The thing just stood there and I could tell it was getting a big kick out of scaring me.  Shortly after that, we got a new cat, Dexter.  Since we got Dex, we've had no experiences at all.  I suppose that there is something to the Egyptian myth that cats are the keepers of the dead, because Maggie and Dex both have protected me.  I know that God protects me, and maybe he uses my kitties to help with that protection.




A Few Ghost Stories


By: christinee11@yahoo.com

My first story was when i lived in Trenton, NJ.  I lived in a historic part where many of the houses were built before the 1900's.  I was about 3 years old when I started talking about my imaginary friend.  I descrbied him as a little boy about my age who liked to play in my room and he lived in my closet.  My mother thought nothing of it until one night she heard me talking around 2am and walked in to see me sitting up in bed and my rocking chair moving back and forth.  I also used to talk about a man with a gun in my parents bedroom.  We also experiened doors and windows opening and closing and lights turning on and off.  But one day after my 5th birthday I was watching my the video from my 5th birthday.  In the middle of the video the VCR broke and began eating the tape.  My mom unplugged the VCR and decided to bring it in to get fixed that week.  The next morning we woke up and found the video laying on the floor in perfect condition, and in the VCR was the movie a beautiful life, a movie that neither of my parents have seen or owned.  After that my mother decided to do some research on the house.  She discovered that a man had commited suicude by shooting himself in the head in his room and a 4 year old boy died of an illness in mine.
My other story is much recent.  About 3 years ago I was in my boyfriends house.  He lived in an old house that was used as part of the underground railroad in 1800's.  Because of this his house consisted of multiple secert passages.  One of these secert passages was located under the stairs.  On a dare I decided to go in by myself with the door closed.  I sat in the spidery grossness when I suddenly got extremely cold and started shaking I got nervous and started banging on the door to get out..thinking i was joking my friends were laughing on the other side I guess my screaming sounded serious because the opened the door and found me laying down freezing and shaking.  It was a crazy experience.





Ghosts and Children

By: rednkgrl2004@yahoo.com

I was reading an article on what you have written bout ghosts and children. I just wanted to say that children do see ghosts / spirits when most parents cannot. Myself, i was at a young age when I first experienced a ghost or poltergeist. I was 15 years old and home babysitting my younger siblings. It was late at night, when this took place. I had been watching a T.V show when i fell asleep. I was woken up to the sounds of firewood being thrown down on the back padio. I thought it was in my mind and kept telling myself that it was just a dream. I would try to go back to sleep and heard it again. I closed my eyes and started back to sleep after reminding myself to ignore it because its just in my mind. I then heard a brick sound hit the brick wall where the fireplace was. I looked up at the wall, there was nothing. So then at that time i was getting scared but yet tryin to convince myself that its nothing. I rolled over facing the back of the couch , right behind the couch was a big window, in which we had a pitbull dog just outside the window due to the window wouldnt lock. I was trying to go back to sleep and heard a knock on the window, that scared me bad, knowing that NO ONE could possibly gotten into the pitbulls fence without a fight. I then ran into my bedroom woke up my sister and asked her to come in the other room and see if she can hear the things i was hearing. She and I headed back to the living room , we got to the end of the hallway and couldnt move, as if somethin or someone was pushing us back. All we could do then was go backwards, so we went and woke the others up and we all sat in their room the remaining of the night. We could hear footsteps on the floor in the other room, heard the washer and dryer moving about, heard the silverware scuffling around. We could see a shadow form come down the hallway. This went on from about 1am to 4am.
Across the room where we was in, there was a bathroom, we always kept the light on in there so if someone woke up we could see where we was going. There was a window which leads to the front yard, so when our parents came home we seen their headlights. We all stormed out the door to meet our parents, we were terrified. My parents believed us , thank god. Dad then told us that it was a ghost, but now that im older i believe it was more of a poltergeist, but anyways thats when he told us about ghosts and that they exist and that we weren't crazy. Today I am 35 years old. I have 4 children, 2 of them are teens and the other 2 are small. I have always taught my children of ghosts, and taught them not to b scared. I can see ghosts , feel their presence, even at my age now. As a matter of fact we are living with 3 ghosts right now. One is a woman and 2 are men. They dont do anything to you but let you know they are here. I just thought I would add that ghosts DO exist and so does poltergeist. Some people can see them, feel their presence, some cannot. You have to have an open mind and believe anything can happen, nothing is impossible. Most people are scared of the unknown and dont believe things until they experience it. I agree with you about ghosts show themselves to the people who are sensitive to them, children or adults, even animals can see them. Ghosts are everywhere!



Incidences

By: seneca48@verizon.net

First off my name is Lou, short for Louise and I do believe in spirits or ghosts, if you prefer.  I have had a few experiences in my lifetime and here are a couple of them.  I was raised by my grandparents and I married very young. I was 16 and became pregnant right away.  My grandmother was very excited about the baby and had showers for me and bought all kinds of baby stuff.  My husband and I were living in a small apartment that had a big bay window right outside of our bedroom.  Everything started when we went on a trip to Waterford, PA.  My grandmother went along to visit her relatives who also lived there.  We were at my mothers in law house when we got a phone call saying that my grandmother had a heart attack and was being rushed to the hospital.  Well, she seemed to get better the first week, but then she had another attack and nearly died.  The doctor told my mother that he didn't know what was keeping her alive, that she should have died after the last attack and my mother told him that she wanted to live long enough to see the baby, which was due any day.  She did die a couple of days later.  I had the baby a few days later.  It was the second night after we brought him home that I had him in his crib in front of the bay window and had just crawled into bed and turned out the light. I could see his crib clearly in the light from the streetlight outside the house.  I saw the silhouette of  my grandmother standing by his crib and heard her say "Now I've seen him."  I never did see her again, although I did feel her presence on and off over the years.
The second incident happened a couple of months later when we moved to Grant St. In Union City, PA.  We moved into a upstairs apartment, which was very roomy and just right for us.  When we looked at the place, no one told us that a murder had happened in the attic.  I did notice that there was a big red square painted on the floor just as  you reached the top of the stairs, but I didn't ask about it at the time.  My friend lived up the street and she told me that the lady who owned the house was killed at the top of the stairs by her son in law. He had bashed her brains out when she reached the top of the stairs to the attic.  I had my sons crib in the bedroom that had the attic door and it kept coming open so we finally locked it and never went up there.  We also had a dog and the dog would never go in that room, just lay outside and growl.  One night I was home alone with the dog and baby as my husband was working late.  I was laying on the sofa watching TV and turned my back and all of a sudden the hair on my neck and arms was standing up and a cold chill came over me. I wanted to turn around and look, but I couldn't move.  The dog was under the bed, whining and growling for what seemed like an eternity, but was in reality just a couple of minutes.  I turned around and nothing was there and the dog came out.  We moved out the next day.  I told my husband that I wouldn't stay in the house another night so we went to my friends house until we got a new place and believe me I made sure there were no red squares painted anywhere.
I did have other incidences, but maybe we will save those for another time.  Thanks for listening.
            
    


To The Ones Who Understand

By: shespawn1@comcast.net

Hi I've been reading the stories on your site for years, and your site has helped me deal with the things that have happened to me. It started when I moved into the apartment on Bellingham St in Chelsea Ma. A few months before I got pregnant, I was reading in my living room sitting in my bowl chair that was next to my window. All of a sudden the lampshade next to me started to shake very lightly, I had the window open so I figured the wind had caused it to shake. Then I wondered why I had not felt the wind on my face, suddenly the chair I was sitting on started to shake really hard.
Needless to say I freaked out and ran to my bedroom where my husband peacefully slept, I slammed the door shut and jumped into bed. I heard a tap at my door, as if it were pronouncing that it was coming in , and it did, it went straight across to my heater and taped it loudly, it then went across the room again to tap the night stand  next to me , and then it pushed my husband (he is a heavy sleeper and was sleeping on his side he rocked forward and then settled back into his original undisturbed position) on it's way to the other corner of the room, where it taped again before it left me alone. While I was pregnant, I also had my teenage nieces (14 &16) come to live with us through foster care, at first every thing was ok , but then tension , arguments and resentment between my husband & I and our nieces ruined our relationship. I wonder if IT caused all the tension that lead to the deterioration of our relationship with the girls, my husband was working two jobs, he was stressed out close to burned out and the girls and I were always arguing about everything, I was stressed because of the girls & the pregnancy, and the girls with their teenage hormones and attitude out of control..it was a train wreck waiting to happen. During this time I would be in the apartment alone and I would hear noises in the kitchen, I would be in the computer room (which is located at the end of a long hallway & kitchen is on the other end of it) I would hear taping on the wall as if a person was walking down the hall slowly and tapping on the wall every few steps. It would stop at the heater right outside the computer room, I would turn to check and of course I would find nothing, I would sometimes even say out loud "what do you want?" and again no response. I would also smell cigarette smoke in the bathroom  every once in a while. When my son was born he would stare into a corner of my room and giggle I would block his view with my body and he would cringe his neck to look at whatever it was in the corner. After we moved out from that apartment we moved to Saugus Ma, things got more intense there. We would constantly hear noises or banging when we would take showers or son would either be sleeping or in the shower with us, and it would always happen when it was just me and my son or my husband and my son. I found the "Prayer for safety and strength" and I said said the prayer one day when I decided to say he our father prayer as I put my son down for a nap. As I said the prayer I started to experience chills I got a little scared and decided to say both prayers and telling it that it was not allowed to scare my son my husband or myself , I walked from room to room saying these prayers and when I came into my room I felt pins & needles on my face and arms, as well as goose bumps.. It seemed to increase as I recited the Hail Mary, I was more upset than scared at this point. When I finished my prayers I started to was dishes I heard a noise behind me in front of my fridge. I turned around and walked up to the spot I thought I heard the noise and started the prayers again and I felt the pins and needles on my face again. One time my husband was home alone with my son , he said my son started running back & forth from his bedroom to the living room laughing as if someone was playing with him and chasing him, my husband & I totally freaked out and were upset that it was playing with our son. We also have tons of pictures with orbs in every single one of our apartments, one even looks like a face is in it. So many things have happened but this email is long enough. The funny thing is that although it seems to be following my family, I've never been truly scared, not the normal reaction I would think I should have considering the circumstances, it's like it's not evil but it's just there, letting us know it's there. Thanks for reading this, it feels good to tell someone who understands. 





Off the MAP? A little!
By: jacob.walliser@afghan.swa.army.mil

Hello im 2nd class petty officer jake walliser of the U.S. Navy currently stationed out in Bagram Air Base Afghanistan.  Im writing today to say very good job on the site and its listings.  So far a few of us have traveled up and down the west coast at times over 3 years observing and reviewing all kinds of locations and some were very intimidating I will not lie. 
I'll get to my main body here,  the base was obviuosly here well longer then when we arrived after events on 911.  Russians first constructed this place to head its red armies in power durring the cold war and then al qieda from there and so forth.  A lot of people were by history either executed or slaughtered in their sleep or while being tortured so the locals and old folk lore tell us.  Most are sceptical, and some are to embarassed to mention it, but there are definitely things that give some an experience they'll never forget.
For example and co-worker of mine that was once a big macho guy and, till this, a non beleiver, was sleeping in his designated 7'X7.5' living area when  only during a certain hour of the early morning would have that," thick air some one else presence" in his L.A.  He thought nothing of it until the next 2 days past and he awoke with a heavy hard to breath feeling so naturally it woke him up rather abprupt and when he opened his eyes he saw a very militarized dark uniformed figure with pale facial expressions went from standing at the oppostie side of his cube to lunging twards him making our sailor now ground pounder very alert and weapon at the ready when then he told me when he blinked to get a clear view of this threat he noticed this figuresque thing swiftly take another direction out twards the main exit door of the living huts as we call them in camp. So he gets up to chase only find no one as he sticks his head out the cube to identify who or what was messing with him.  The three other men some 2 cubes from his told him they heard hard pounding boots thumping twards the door but the door never swung open and they all checked the parimeter and alerted the camp; there's only one way in or out and that’s through 2 M16 armed gaurds at all times. :)
later we had asked locals about weird stuff but we came across and old russki and as it seems our camp area was where a lot of executions were held during the days of cold war and pre-civil times.  So I thought I'd write this for not only good cause but it should hopefully be good watercooler subject on a slow day as well.  Asking a few herea and there, there have also been numerous strang encounters in the only hanger that mother russia kept in one piece that we Coallition still use vastly today.  Its funny watching the air force guys only going in at night by2's or 3's.





Spirit Attached to Antique Bed

By: lstrybis@bigpond.net.au

I recently bought an antique wrought iron bed for my 2yr old girl .To get her used to sleeping in it, I lay down with her with my back to the room.
On more than one occasion I have felt someone watching over us. I thought it was my husband coming in but the door was firmly closed.
 I have also felt a prickly goose bump feeling on my arm like I'm being touched. It only started when I bought the Antique bed which I was told was late 1800's early 1900's. I was a bit worried about it all, so i talked to a psychic. She said it was the spirit of a little old man who once bought the bed for his little girl. He was a kind spirit who meant no harm. My daughter must have reminded him of his daughter.  The psychic told me to ask the ghost nicely but firmly to please leave. I did that one night laying with my daughter and havent felt anything since.





The House in the Mountains

By: katzata@gmail.com

Some years back I heard about a haunted house up in some village. It belonged to a friend of a friend of mine, anyway, we went there cause I was always curious if those things exist. So when we arrived the house looked normal nothing out of the ordinary. But there was a little problem with the electricity and one of the guys had to reconnect the wires so we'd have power in the house. While he was doing the most important thing for our stay we started joking around by throwing little grapes and other harmless stuff at the guy next to our electrician. At one point we stoped cause we got bored and just as we stoped a little rock, as big as a 1 cent coin hit the guy who was working with the wires in the back. Naturally the guy was pissed cause he may have died if he touched the wires with his hands. The problem was that neither of us threw the rock, in fact the rock came from the roof which is impossible cause no one was up on the roof. The roof itself was practically impossible to get on, on top was like allot less than 90° angle. For the rest of the day nothing happened except that I found one plank that had a hand writing "not only them" with what appeared to be shoe paint. We didn't understand the meaning and i don't think we needed to. I checked and double checked the house and everything, and no one i mean no one had access to a thing of this kind. Later in the evening when we were eating I looked at the window for no reason just like that, where I saw a white thing passing very gently almost like gliding in the air. Needles to say that I lost a little bit of my appetite. Well you can say that at night was when the "freak show" started (if you can call it like that). We started hearing noises like stuff being dragged, and of course we went to investigate but nothing was even touched. As we were down on the first floor (we chose to sleep on the second floor) we heard a loud bang upstairs. And when we got to the source it was like impossible, a table that had no way of opening (cause you need to do some tricks to open it) was open and one peece was a little far from the table but hay who knows strange stuff happens all the time. Before going to bed I set booby traps so i wold know if there's a man or something ghostly. the things i put were ultra simple a wooden plank which placed on every door (that i s how i found the plank earlier, I always like to prepare early so i don't get caught unprepared). At one point we were drunk and started to fall asleep one by one so we agreed that is better to sleep, and we did. During the night the plank in my room fell one time bit it was too late to scare me cause i was still drunk and just cursed once and that was it, thou nobody walked in. And finally the last thing that happened was the most annoying thing on earth (at least for me cause when I'm drunk I don't care who you are and what's your problem but if you wake me up if I'm sleeping and it's not about something hyper serious then you're in for a ride) there was a typing on my window even though I was on the second floor. So i opened the window and started yelling like there was someone who can be kicked or punched. So eventually I remembered that I was on the second floor but when i realised it it was like what the heck nothing happened and nothing will. And that is the end of the story with the house. After one year we went back to the house again but to our surprise nothing happened so I'm thinking, if this was a ghost or something like that i sure scared it out of it's wits. And if this has been really a ghost that makes me a ghost buster I think. Thank you for taking your time with my story, and good luck with all the things that go bump in the night!




Sunken City-San Pedro,CA

By: youngwetbitches@juno.com

Hi,my name is Joseph..Ive had many experiences with the paranormal since I was a young boy,it actually runs in the family..of course the story I want to share here is that of one I had about a year ago with a girl I was dating at the time...this took place in San Pedro,CA at the infamous "Sunken City". It was about 3 a.m. on a weekday and me and my date had come back from a night of drinking and dancing,she mentioned this place to me days earlier,and at the moment it seemed like a very crazy thing to do especially being really buzzed and all..mind you all I knew was what she told me of this place being home to murder,suicides,death and whatnots...so we walked along the ridge of the cliff taking in the lovely view early in the morning,making out before deciding to take this romantic encounter somewhere more comforting. As me and her headed back along the dark trail to the entrance of this forbidden piece of land,I heard the laughter of what sounded like small children..I recall it distinctly as sounding like a boy and girl,coming from the paths that lead down to the cliffside below..i thought it was just my imagination running wild on the storyline of what I was told.Of course I looked back at her to my right side,with that look in her eyes as saying I heard that too..we quickly picked up our pace..as we worked ourselves between the narrow dirt path that lead from and too..I directed her to walk in front of me with myself behind.Halfway through I heard footsteps approching behind and feeling a heavy presence like an energy field imposing itself to my back,I could not think of anything else but to keep walking...before hitting the last piece of concrete pillar separating the park and 8-10 foot fence I heard a manly voice sort of laugh/scoff,turning my shoulder to see I could strongly sense something benevolent on the other side of that fence staring at me..i shrugged it off,but walking to our car I stopped my self from asking my date if she had heard something,before I could finish she asked me if I heard it too,of course there was no denying it when we both felt the strong urge to flee since the laughter we heard only a few minutes before...

That was not the first experience nor will it be the last, of experiencing disturbing energies at that place..a few weeks later on April 20(holiday for some), I headed there once again during the day in the afternoon..this time taking in much a different scenery...taking in a very shaky like imagery of this cryptic cry of a disturbed and tainted piece of land...well to get to the point, I left there feeling very depressed with no apparent explanation...it took me several days to get over that...Ive been there at least once more time since April 20,I didnt experience anything worth noting,nevertheless,I dont think less of that place than what it really is,haunted and very disturbing..especially to those out there whom are more sensitive to unseen energies than the rest of the general population.I only hope that anyone who might take interest in this place to venture out there heed this warning-dont go alone and make sure you know what your doing.Thank you!               
  



Three California Surfers Turn Into Scared Little Boys

By: Wayneroten@aol.com
 

The story I'm about to tell is absolutely true and happened not once, but twice on different nights to different people.
It was 1964. Surf ruled in California. I went to Taft High School in Woodland Hills, California, as did my friends who witnessed this most extraordinary event.
This was the time of the Beach Boys, hot cars & girls, Santa Ana winds and the smell of gardenia's in the air on a Summer night.
On this particular night me (Wayne) and my two friends, Bill and Fred, went to Fred's house to have a couple of beers after a nice day of surfing. We were all sitting in the living room listening to James Brown on the record machine, when suddenly the lights began to dim and the record player slowed down. We weren't frightened, we just thought something was wrong with the electricity.
The lights began to dim more. Suddenly, we noticed a small glowing image at the end of Fred's hall. We were like, "What the hell?" Soon this image grew bigger to the size of a man. Although it looked like some kind of "see-through" protoplasmic image. I could make out what looked like an old "street thug"
fron "Hell's Kitchen" in New York. It had an old bowler type hat, a tank top and baggy pants, held up by suspenders.
As it got closer, we noticed "it" had what looked like a small baseball bat in it's hand, which it kept beating into it's other hand. My friend Bill said he smelled a real pungent pine scent. I was too freaked out to notice. Then it spoke and said, "I'm gonna' kill you punks."
Here we are, three "buffed out" strong surfers in the prime of our lives, who could have easily overpowered this thing. But the vibes it let off were so evil, we literally ran through a screen door, hopped an eight foot fence, like it wasn't even there and ran about a mile away.
We came back to Fred's house and everything seemed normal. We decided not to tell a living soul about the incident for being thought of as looney tunes.
Fast forward to a week later. Two other friends of mine and Fred, went to Fred's house to hang out. Their names were Brian and Steve. Steve was like "our enforcer" at 6'4" 200 lbs. They were sitting around listening to jazz music, when the same exact event of the previous week occurred all over. The dimming of the lights, the "ghost," etc. etc.
My other friend and I were at the local taco stand, when all three of them came screching up in their "souped up" Dodge Ramcharger, screaming and crying like little girls. I was beside myself and was blown away by their true fear and honesty.
When I told them of Bill's, Fred's and my same experience, we all drove back to Fred's to confont this demon from hell. But it wasn't there. We did, however, see strange shadows streaming through the back yard.
You would expect this sort of thing in an old castle, but this was Woodland Hills...upper suburbia, new homes, upper middle class, well bred people.
Then the sightings stopped, but Fred, who lived there turned from a bright eyed, happy go lucky kid, to an evil drug taking sociopath. I turned to Buddhism for answers and got them. The last I heard, Fred was hanging out with the Manson family, but later got his life together and became a contractor up north.
I hadn't spoken to Bill in 30 years after Viet Nam. I found him in Las Vegas...doing well. The first thing he said to me on the phone was, "Wayne...remember that night at Fred's?" We talked for two hours and ended up still scratching our heads.
It changed all of our lives. After that, we knew that their was some kind of life after death and that this particular life force died badly and was angry. There is no way to describe the fear of something you cannot reason with. We were so scared, we could barely breathe.
Under the penalty of perjury, I swear the following story is true and accurate to the best of my ability.



A Little Ghost Story

By: Cillianlk@aol.com

This is a story I tell constantly,  This tale happened twenty five years ago when I was 16.  A friend of mine,"Laura" was out with friends and racing on the streets.  She was the passenger and her head out the window.  They crashed and she had terminal injuries.  She lived for three days on life support and during those days she visited me in my dreams.  In one dream she simply said goodbye.  In another she was scared and covered in blood and screamed "I'm Dead".
Once Laura died she started coming to me in my room.  She always made her presence known at the point of what I call the "twilight of consciousness".  Just as I fell asleep but not quite asleep Laura would do a variety of things to let her presence known.  Slaps, punches, and sitting on the bed.  I was not certain if this was really happing because of the timing of the attacks.  Eventually I moved out of the room to the attic and that's when things got interesting.
I had a stop sign that I'm not proud to say I stole.  If you could see these signs up close you would note it is a lot larger than you would think it would be. Anyway, I put this sign on my wall and used a 4 inch nail.  About 2 inches remained out of the wall.  That night I went to sleep and turned off the light.  Immediately the sign started to sway.  I couldn't see it but the sound was distinct.  I turned on the light and the sign was still. No movement at all.  I turned off the light and the sound started again.  I turned on the light and again no movement.  I was rattled and got up and went downstairs to calm myself down.  I returned and turned off the light and the sign fell.  This was impossible.....You would have to raise the sign and pull it towards you over 2 inches of nail. 
I made a deal with Laura that stopped her pranks.  Every time I think about her, which is frequent, I say a Hail Mary prayer.  Still Sometimes she says hi in my old room at my Moms house.  but that's a different story.  Hope you enjoyed this story.  ever since this happed I feel and sense ghosts.
                                                                                                           Steve Cillian


Clearfield Job Corps Haunting

By: im_english_baby@yahoo.co.uk

I once was a student at clearfield job corps, I had stayed in both K dorm and M dorm.
In K dorm I never noticed anything out of ordinary, but when I lived in M dorm, thats when I have noticed things.
At night, a black man would walk the hallways in M dorm. We didn't have any black male RA's, not to mention I was living in Mormon county.
One night, some friends of mine and I had gotten permission from one of our RA's Mr. "W." and Ms. "O", to check the ceiling pannels above room 13 by the exit in the back of the dorm.
I was the one to draw the short stick! I went up there with the help of my friends to give me a boost, I had walked on the 4x4 beabs above for about 10 feet.
As dark as it was up there, I needed my flashlight, and I looked up at the ceiling above, and i saw the ending of a knotted rope cut apart. I didn't see a ghost, but I saw enough to confirm that there was a hanging! I had also confirmed the hanging story with the RA supervisory of J, K, L, and M dorm. Mr. "Sparky" replied that rumor had it, and he wasnt sure.
Also,  on campus, by the HONOR DORMS, where the old canteine was placed, right behind the canteine where the dirt track was, some times there would be 2 or 3 teenagers running around, and then the next second they would be gone.
Furthermore, there seemed to be power outages, often. Where the whole campus would be shut down from power.
As far as the movie theatre goes, not once have I ever noticed anything in the theatre, and I went to the theatre all the time, I had an honor 4 phase card. If i wasnt in the theatre, I was in the gym.
The gym is something else, there isnt much to do on campus when you are an out of state student with no relatives nearby, so I was also in the GYM, in the tennis court of the GYM, the lights would also flicker. In the actual weight room, every now and then, when no one would be in the GYM, a couple of weights would slam together.
Also, making friends was not a hard thing to do, I had friends in automotive and advanced, friends in the CNA course, Graphic design, and Culinary Arts programs.
in the automotive, accidents happen, right. Especially when a car constantly slams on the ground when suspended in the air by a metal lift. That re occuring issue seemed to keep on happening.
On the third floor, in the skills room in the health occ course, when leaving the skills area around 3:45 p.m., when school was out, you would place the dummies in one part of the room. Upon 8:00 a.m. the next day, (NO ONE ELSE HAS A KEY, EXCEPT FOR THE INSTRUCTORS, WHO LEAVE AT 3:45 TOO) the dummies would be moved around.
Graphics design room, there is a stair case to the half second floor, above the printing machines, NOT ONE STUDENT IS ALLOWED UP THERE, AND NOT ONE STUDENT IS ALLOWED TO GO NEAR THE STAIRS. One day, i was visiting a friend in graphic designs, and a piece of paper dropped from the second  floor. I went upstairs to "dig my nose in." No one was up there.




My Own Experience

By: Mackdaddybruce64@aol.com

Hello. my name is Bruce. My experience had happened to me in the summer of 1984. I was hanging out in the area where I  grown up as a child years before. The house where I had grown up was empty. eight years earlier my mother had died in the house. One of my chlidhood friends had even said to me that the house was known to have a ghost in it. Now me remembering this statement,and being as curious as I am took advantage of the opprotunity to find out for myself if this could be possble for ghosts to exist. Well let me tell you that once inside the house (I had walked through the back door through the kitchen to the front of the house passing the living room) and up the stairs to my former bedroom. Then I visited the bedroom of my mother. This is the room in which she had died. Let me tell you from the moment that I had went into the house I felt as though I was not alone in this house. Although I had not physically seen anyone it was like I was sensing a presence that could not be seen. As I descended the stairs,it felt as though someone unseen was coming up the stairs simontaniously and had went right through me. After this I was so glad to get out of the house and after this I had never had the inbterest to return to the house of my childhood. This is a minor experience but it has changed my perception of the existance of the spirit world. I now believe in ghosts. Although I did not feel endangered by the unseen presence but I was scared non the same.





Ghostly Experiences

By: rrhodes31@cox.net

I actually have had quite a few eerie things happen to me in my lifetime, but two of them stand out from the rest.  The first was 36 years ago, when my husband was assigned to Wright-Patterson AFB, OH.  I was pregnant with our second child and we had moved into base housing.  As I unpacked our belongings one day while my husband was at work and my oldest son in school, a radio sitting on the opposite side of the room all of a sudden came on, played for a while, then went off, all by itself.  Shortly after, as I sat resting on the couch, there were HEAVY footsteps going up the stairs, which were about 4-5 feet away from me.  It sounded like a 200 pound man stomping all the way up the stairs.  I sat there looking at the stairs until the sound stopped.  There was one stair about 3-4 steps down from the top that always squeaked when we stepped on it, and it did indeed squeak as I listened to these footsteps climb upwards.  In the same apartment, my husband and I both noticed a 'buzzing' sound that seemed to be coming out of the walls at night, and we had wondered what it could possibly be.  A couple of weeks later, we were sitting outside in lawn chairs visiting with our neighbors, when I asked a couple of the ladies if they had any idea what the buzzing sound was that we heard at night.  They looked at each other with a stunned expression then one of them said "We don't know whether we should tell you this or not".  I answered that I wanted to know.  They then told me that the family that had lived in the apartment before us had a 12 year old boy.  This boy was petrified to go into the bathroom upstairs and he said that he could hear 'them' coming after him with electric saws.  His parents took him to the doctor, put him on medication, to no avail, and finally he became so hysterical that they had to move out of the military housing.  I have to say I always felt eerie when I was in the bathroom, and didn't like to go in there.  Other than the eerie feelings, there were no more unsettling incidents as long as we lived there.  The other story I want to tell took place about 6 years later, when we were living overseas in the Azores, Portugal.  I had a chance to go to a TOPS (Take Off Pounds Slowly) convention in Berchtesgaden, Germany.  A group of us flew over on a military plane, and one of my friends from the Azores and I shared a room in the General Walker Hotel, in the German Alps, which was very close to the Germany-Austrian border and had a spectacular view into Austria.  Eva Braun's little house was just down the hillside from the main hotel.  This hotel has since been demolished, but it had a very interesting history behind it.  It had been the wartime hideout and vacation site to Adolf Hitler, and he even wrote some of his book "Mein Kampf" (sp?) there.  There were military bunkers beneath the hotel where the top brass went for safety from attack.  At another point in history, it was a hospital, and there were facilities nearby where attack dogs were kept, to guard prisoners.  The famous "Eagle's Nest" was in sight from the hotel, where Hitler had built a home high on the mountaintop, and would meet with his top officers.  When it was discovered that Hitler frequented this area, the British heavily bombed the town and one can still see little frog pounds in the mountains (same area where Song of Music was filmed) that are actually bomb craters.  Anyway - I sensed something 'evil' or creepy in the room we had from the first moment we walked into it.  On the second night of our stay, we had gone down to a small hotel club to visit with some of the other guests.  I had a headache and told my roommate I was going to go back up to the room and go on to bed.  No sooner had I gotten into the bed than I heard a 'clink' from the area of the bathroom sink, where there were two metal glass holders on the wall, on either side of the sink.  It startled me a little, but I figured it was someone in the room next door, bumping into the wall.  I closed my eyes again, and all of a sudden, it was as though someone had picked up one of the glasses and slammed it back into the holder.  I laid there looking at the area, knowing there was something very evil, foreboding and dangerous standing right in front of the door, looking at me.  I could see nothing with my eyes, but the fear and the knowledge that something was there was so overwhelming and definite that I could not move, even though I wanted so badly to run out of the room.  But I would have had to run through the area where I knew something very frightening was standing.  All I could do was pray for safety.  I have never had that feeling before or since, and hope I never do again!  After a few minutes, my roommate came back to the room, and with a great feeling of relief, I dropped off to sleep within a few minutes.  The next morning as we had breakfast, I told her about what had happened in the room before she returned the night before, and she told me that after she had gotten into her bed, at which time I was asleep, she heard keys moving around on top of the dresser, which was at the foot of the beds.  Thinking I was up doing something, she opened her eyes to see what I was doing, only to find that I was still in my bed and no-one was close to the dresser.  I was glad that we were to return home the next day, as I would not have wanted to spend another night in that room!!  With all the evil deeds that were done in that building, as well as all the souls who suffered wounds and illness and died there, it's not surprising that something of this nature would happen.  Interestingly, I didn't really know much about the history of the hotel before our arrival, so I don't believe it was my mind playing tricks, or expecting something to happen.



A Dream House or Nightmare Mansion?

By: vony_b@yahoo.com

Last year, my family and I moved from our previous residence. When we first moved in, we thought it was our dream house and we enjoyed it. The house was spacious and it was really comfortable. About three months after we moved in, strange things began to happen. Things would disapear suddenly then reapear the next minute. At first, we just ignored it, then after ahwile it got harder and harder to ignore. One day, I was in my room about to goto sleep when all of a sudden, I saw glowing red eyes on my closet door. I got scared and ran into my mom's room and told her what I saw. She came back in with me (and of course, they were gone). That night, I tried to sleep but was unable to. Thats when I saw it for the first time; a tall dark hooded figure standing right infront of my closet staring right at me! I put my head under the covers and then looked again (and it was still there). The next day, I told my mom what happened. The following months to come, even worse things began to happen. We began to hear running footsteps (and we wouldnt be walking or anything!) and we also heard voices. Aparently, one of the spirits did not like children because it continuosly abused my brother and I. We talked to the agent that sold us the house and learned that the house had been abandoned for eight years. This is due to it being a trasport house (familys waiting to be taken to a forign country). We also learned that a family died in that house as well. A year later, we moved out. I dont know how the new owners are fairing with the property, but in my own view, I would never want to live there ever again.





Haunted Private Residence

By: Anonymous


My family moved around quite a bit when I was a youngster.  One of the houses we moved to was on SOUTH 3RD STREET in Jonesborough, TN.  We often talked to the lady who owned the house when she came by monthly for the rent.  As time went by she gradually revealed tidbits of rumor and legend about the house being haunted.  No one really believed her tales, but it was a chilling, ghoulish delight to listen to her.    After we had lived there for a year or so, in 1964 or '65 my father became prone to grand mal epileptic seizures.  When he started having one, my mother, bless her soul, would 'freak out' and head out the door screaming...which left ME there to nurse him as best I could.  I was only 10 or 11 years old, and this became quite a burden for me.  The only thing the doctors recommended was to just make him as comfortable as possible and let the seizure run its course.  Naturally, this made my mother and me nervous wrecks.  She could not stand to sleep in the same room as him, so she slept in my bedroom which was right next to his.  The tiniest squeak of his bedsprings at night would send our pulses racing, and we would hold our breaths to see if the tiny squeak became a chorus of thrashing and thumping.    More often than not, he would just be turning over in his sleep. 
One warm summer night in particular, Mom and I were just getting to bed when she asked me if I remembered to latch the screen.  (We had no a/c and commonly left the doors open with the screen latched).   I told her I remembered doing so, but she did not feel comfortable about it and wanted me to go check.  I reluctantly got up out of the bed and walked barefoot across the floor to check the screen door.  While I turned to go back to bed, I opened my mouth to tell Mom that everything was fine, but no words came out...I stared at the floor where I had just walked from the bed to where I now stood, and there were at least 12 little footprints outlined across the floor.   Mesermized, I asked Mom to look at the floor, and she asked 'why?', I just told her the door WAS locked, but I needed her to LOOK at the floor.  She raised up in the bed and looked, although I could barely discern her shape in the bed, I could tell she was frozen in place.  She asked me if there were lightning bugs on the floor...maybe I'd stepped on some lightning bugs...   I told her I didn't think so, but I flipped on the light switch at my shoulder, and ... there was nothing there.   
I asked mother if she had indeed seen the footprints, and she replied that she had, but that there HAD to be a reasonable explanation for them... It is now over 40 years later, and it has never been explained.   
Weeks later, I was walking from our kitchen through this same bedroom, heading out to the front porch where everyone was sitting around talking.  I carried a nice big glass of ice tea and happened to look over at the wood stove which hadn't been in use in months.  The area where the stovepipe entered the chimney was surrounded by a big sheet of asbestos that had wallpaper over it.   The activity that had caught my eye was a 6" circle of flame that appeared to be fanned by some VERY hot accelerant.  I yelled out the front door that there was a fire in there, and most of my family hurried inside to witness the rapidly spreading flame.  By the time my brother and father got the fire out it had burned an area of at least 2' by 4' and was almost to the ceiling.   No one had been in there but me, and I KNOW I did nothing to start it, it being at least 4 or 5 foot above my head...but no one could ever find the cause of the fire, let alone why the asbestos itself burned with only the heat of a thin bit of wallpaper to start it...
We didn't stay in this house very much longer.  My father eventually had a massive brain hemmorhage and was institutionalized for several months and when he was able to come home, we had a different rental.  The house is still standing and I've often wanted to stop by and talk to the current inhabitants to see if they have had any occurances.  MY thoughts since then are that it could have been poltergiest activity; which is known to occur in adolescent children, mainly girls who are under a great amount of stress.   (((?))) Who knows??





Angels Among Us - The Story of Little Gary

By: crazy_ray85@yahoo.com

On June 5, 1985, my sister gave birth to her third child and only son, a baby she named Gary Albert, after his father, The baby already had so much against him from the start. He was born at six months gestation and had severe congenital defects including spina bifida and a reversed heart with holes in it (not sure what the medical condition is called). The pediatrician gave him only a month at most to live, but Gary was a fighter. He lived for almost six, passing away on November 29, 1985. I have reason, however, to believe that Gary is still alive in a spiritual sense. Over the past 18+ years, his family has spoken of the "little boy" who seemed to follow them wherever they moved. I decided for myself that Gary was following his Earth family wherever they went because he never got the chance to come home from the hospital as his sisters all had. Also, just last year, my sister and her youngest daughter (born three years after Gary) moved out of their apartment to come live with us for a little while, and among her most treasured posessions she took with her was the memory box with all of Gary's old clothes and toys, and even his obituary in it. Once she was all moved in, she packed the precious box away in a safe place. A couple of months later, she received a call from the landlady who ran the apartment complex. She said that my sister had left a box behind in a closet when she and her daughter had moved. My sister went by to retrieve the box later that day, and to her surprise it was GARY'S MEMORY BOX!!! The lady said my sister was lucly to get it back, because she was about to throw it away. What was so astonishing about all of this besides the box itself was that it was found in the youngest daughter's closet, and she had been in an abusive relationship at the time. This tells me that Gary was looking out for his little sister, whom he had never had the chance to meet. He was telling his mom to watch her closely. She has since broken up with the abusive boyfriend.
    Another thing that happened took place last summer,  when I had a severe asthma attack at work. I found myself stuggling to breathe and wanting to just give up because the attack was physically draining me of my strengh (as they often do). While I was waiting for another sister to bring her inhaler (mine was empty. Wonderful timing, eh?) I heard a voice say to me, "Hold on, Rachel. Everything is going to be alright. Margaret's coming with the inhaler, and you'll be just fine." The voice sounded so much like my sister who had lost Gary so long ago (this took place around what would have been his 21st birthday), only it was deeper and sounded male. I believe it was Gary, and that he was staying with me until help arrived. I feel a connection with him, as he would have been just three months older than me, and I claim him as my nephew even though we never really met face to face (save a dream I had about him when we both would have been 10) and he died 5 years before I was finally adopted into my family. I believe that since I'm willing to keep his memory alive, he will live in our hearts forever.




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