Masonic Hall

By: meerkat_life@hotmail.com


This Masonic hall facing Wiseman park on Gipps st Gwynneville witch is a small inner city suberb of wollongong had a man electrocuted in the main room to the north of the top floor in 1971. his body found on the Masonic print in the middle of the room with a huge smile on his face. if you go to the Masonic hall strangely enough during the day you can see him walking towards you with the big smile not saying a word just staring at you and smiling as he walks towards you. the ghost is blackened by the electrocution. also in a small concealed room accessed by the main stairwell in the middle of the 1st and 2nd floor were a man was killed by the explosion of a generator has loud noises coming from it and if you walk past the small opening on the stairwell and look into it you can see a small figure behind the generator screaming in agony. This place is very intense to visit and I advise that no one goes in there because No one has stayed long enough to see what this smiling ghost will do everyone who has gone into this place and seen these hunting’s has sworn never to return. also residence from Catharine St (The street directly behind this hall) have claimed to have seen blue light flashing from the room in the top floor during the day time. This building is now abandoned and is being nocked down in the next few years but teenagers going in there have come out traumatised.
I know this because me and a group of friends went in there at about midday and went to the top floor and we saw this ghost. We ran out of that place faster than we had ever run before We asked around and did some research and found out a man had been electrocuted in there in 1971. And that the owner of this place and others who curiously went into the abandoned building had seen this ghost. With the screaming man behind the generator I believe this is true I went into this room before going upstairs there was a burned out generator but I did not personally see or hear this ghost from behind the generator screaming but others that have been in there have told me of this ghost behind the generator. And as for the residence from Catharine St seeing these blue lights I know this because I can see the windows of the top floor from my bathroom and I have seen them flash with blue lights I have asked my neighbours they have also seen it (It can not be lights or anything because electricity was cut to the place when it was abandoned around 2005)




The Ghost of  Dr. William Fithian,  Fithian, IL.

By: tooearly@mchsi.com

In the early 1980’s I was invited by a friend to come and visit them in Fithian.  They had purchased a large, old, 3 story house there and were in the process of renovating it.  The guest bedroom was on the ground floor and that was the room they assigned to me.  The first evening I was there, we decided to  go out for a late dinner and dancing.  We had gotten into the car when, at the last moment, I decided that I should bring along a jacket.  I went back inside the house through the kitchen door, through the dining room and living room and into the guest bedroom.  As I hurried back out of the room, I clearly saw a small gentleman in an old fashioned brown suit standing behind  the wing backed chair in the living room.  I hurried a bit faster and joined my friends in the car.  Later that evening when we returned to the house, I told them what I had seen.  It was then that they told me they knew the house was haunted.  They had heard phantom footsteps and had other strange noises and activity.  They had assumed the ghost to be that of the builder of the home, Dr. William Fithian.  They showed me a photo of Dr. Fithian and , indeed, it was the gentleman I had seen.
The town was named for Dr. William Fithian in the 1830’s.  He was a  physician, served in both the Illinois House of Representatives and the Illinois Senate and was friend and supporter of Abraham Lincoln.  The downstairs of the home had housed his practice.  The small downstairs bedroom  was the exam room.  The room I saw him in was used as the waiting room.



Mount Olivet Cemetery
Watertown, CT

By: viper_1550a@yahoo.com

This is a true story.  One night, back in college, my girlfriend and I were looking for a place to go and "make out."
We decided to try Mount Olivet Cemetery, since it was out of the way and we figured we wouldn't be bothered.  We drove into the cemetery parking lot and we parked the car in the back.  It was foggy and dark.  Within a minute or so, a car pulled up behind us.  We thought it was a police car, since who else would bother us at night in a cemetery?  However, no one got out of the car at all.  As we took a closer look, it wasn't a police car.  We couldn't exactly tell what it was, but it was something bigger than the Nissan I was driving. 
Then, the car started pulling out and passed by us.  It was an older model (70s or early 80s) station wagon (kind of like the one in the Brady Bunch).  The car seemed to disappear almost into thin air.  At this point, we were scared.  I turned the car around and headed for the exit. 
All of a sudden, headlights appeared in front of us.  It was the same car and it was about to pass us.  As it did, we saw a glimpse of the driver.  It was unbelievable.  It appeared to be a male, but very pale.  His eyes were wide open and you could see his teeth smiling.  It almost glowed in the darkness.  We were both in shock as we literally peeled out of the cemetery. 
I haven't gone back since.  This was absolutely the scariest moment in my life.  This summary doesn't do it justice.
By the way - The other story in Watertown, CT with the suicide was in 1992.  His father was incredibly tough on him.  It's a shame.

Haunted House

By: wid2rz@yahoo.com

When I lived in the house in Morrisonville, it was noticeably haunted. Sometimes we would hear heavy boots on the stairs, or voices of a party of men discussing and women haggling, and mischievous laughter. According to a now deceased old timer in the town, who told my partner, it used to be a brothel at the turn of the 1900's and earlier. On occasion, my partner or I would feel the light touch of a hand on our backs or shoulders, and at times would smell a strong scent of roses near the bottom of the stairs. There have been incidents where the "ghostly occupants" would actually fondle my partner or myself, much to our amazement, and most notably one time a guest sleeping in another room rushed out late at night, obviously just awakened, accusing someone of "playing with (her) goodies". My partner and I couldn't help but to giggle and tell her about the haunting.
There were other times we were awakened late at night by friends leaving the bar, wondering why we had not invited them to "our party." My partner would answer the door at these odd intrusions, still half asleep, and inquire as to the reason for waking him. The "offended" friend would say they could hear the loud music, see lights and forms through the windows, and wonder why they weren't invited.
The key seems to be, they are active when there is a flurry of sexual energies and activities in the household, but hide quietly throughout times without these stimuli present.



Haunted House Addition for Ohio

By: kimandlilyv@yahoo.com

there is a house on Prospect Upper Sandusky Road South outside of green camp ohio that is haunted by the ghost of the evil person who is buried on the property.  The grave is right beside the house (on the right side if you are looking at the house from the street.  The story is that this person was so evil they put a white fence around his grave and a planted a tree at all four corners of the grave to keep him in it! 
The house has a two toned doorbell when you ring it both tones will go off, if you slam the door the second tone only will go off.  There are times when if you are sitting in the front room you will hear the door slam and the tone go off even though you are looking at the door and nothing happened!  ALso if you are sitting in the front room reading you will feel someone walk past you quickly.  My brother and I used to live there as children/teenagers.  I distinctly remember a few different times when we were in that room on the couch reading and would both look up startled at the exact same time by the "ghost" as he walked past us!
The ghost has also been known to knock/tap on the window of the front bedroom (no trees or bushes near it that could have done the persistent tapping).
Also anyone walking or playing close to the grave that is on the property will get nauseated and have to back away!
these are all things that have happened to me when i lived there between 1985-1992





My encounters with the supernatural
Brooklyn, New York

By: bayviewboy@hotmail.com

My first encounter with the supernatural happened when I was just a toddler. My parents and I were living in a small apartment on the first floor of an old two-story house in Brooklyn, New York. I remembered being in a crib and looking at the wall opposite my crib. I could see something that appeared to be a window to another world. I could see a beautiful landscape of green grass and trees and rolling hills with people walking around. I would see this on separate occasions. I cannot remember any specific details or who the people were but they would be moving around this landscape continuously. I don’t remember feeling any fear from what I was seeing. When I related this to my mother as an adult she said that now she knew why I was always pointing to that wall. To this day I can find no explanation for what I saw and why.
As a teenager living in a three-story brownstone house on Bergen Street I remember one night being wakened up and hearing my mother choking in bed. She was trying to tell us that she could feel two ghostly hands trying to choke her to death. As she struggled with this unseen force she would kick and try to scream. My father being an ordained minister at the time started to fervently pray out loud over her and after what seemed an eternity the unseen hands let my mother’s throat go and my mother was able to breathe and calm down. We later learned that a woman who was renting a small room upstairs had her room full of all kinds of idols, candles and occultic paraphernalia. Needless to say she was politely asked to move the next day.
Puerto Rico
As a pre-teen I occasionally would take trips to Puerto Rico with my mother to visit my grandmother and aunt. They lived in a small country mountain community called Monte Bello which in English means “beautiful mountain”. One night I stayed at my aunt’s house and slept on a couch in the living room. The house was mostly made of wood and faced a main road. The couch I slept on was very near the front door of the house. All of a sudden in the middle of the night I was awakened by noises of chairs being moved in the kitchen. Everybody was asleep and the only other two people in the house were my aunt and cousin. The noises stopped and I quickly went off to sleep again. I then was awakened one more time to noises of chairs being moved around. This time the sound was coming from the front porch of the house. I remember peeping through a small hole in the door leading to the front porch and seeing no one out there. The next few nights I started getting these asthma attacks that didn’t go away until I left Puerto Rico.
Viet Nam
I was stationed in a little support base in the mountains of  Duc Pho way up north of South Vietnam. I worked in the Colonel’s mess hall that prepared meals for the officers of the base. It was part of the Jungle Brigade of the Americal Division. It was an infantry unit that had helicopter support for troops going out on patrol. We lived in what were called “hootches” surrounded by piles and piles of sandbags for protection from incoming rockets and mortars. It seemed like a ghost or malevolent being was haunting our compound. There would be shadowy figures lurking around, reports of rapping’s, whispers and things that went bump in the night. On one occasion as I was taking a shower in one of the stalls I heard someone come in the door, turn on one of the showers but when I went to look around there was no one there.  We were in total darkness when we saw this white glow in the shape of a person hovering above the table. Needless to say everyone ran out of there except for one soldier who was having a conversation with his “dearly departed mother”. With all the death and dying and pagan religions of that area it was no surprise that these manifestations occurred on a regular basis.
San Antonio, Texas
While living in San Antonio I worked for a group called the Criminal Justice Information System. This group developed a system that was similar to the NCIC Criminal Justice Information System used on a national basis. I had been assigned to the county jail to code information from the files of the identification section onto the computer. I later trained new people on this coding system in an old building across from the Bexar County Courthouse. This building was known as the Legal Professional building which in the 1920’s used to be a police station. One day as we were taking a break from the class I remember sitting at a desk and my hand suddenly took a life of its own and grabbed a pen that was nearby. It started writing under its own power on this sheet of paper. It wrote only one word: “MANGEL”. To this day I don’t know what the word meant and have found no one that did. Perhaps it had something to do with the history of this old building. After this I never had another bout of automatic handwriting.
Vineland, New Jersey
One day while living on East Avenue in our old house we were watching a special program on Hollywood ghosts in our basement. This part of the show was featuring the hosts of the show with some guests in a live séance. Apparently they were trying to conjure up some old Hollywood ghosts. All of a sudden we heard this crashing popping noise come from upstairs. We all ran up the stairs to find that one of the bulbs in one of the lamps in the living room had burst. There were pieces of glass all over the place. I later read that this is usually a sign of Poltergeist activity. Somehow by watching that show it opened up a doorway to demonic forces. We never again watched this type of show in our house.
On another occasion I came home from work around 1:30 in the morning. Everyone was asleep and I had the habit of lighting a scented candle in the dining room. We had a small dog that slept in the kitchen adjacent to the dining room and sometimes his scent drifted into the dining room. Well after I lit the candle I went downstairs to my room to take my clothes off and prepare for a shower. When I walked through the dining room I noticed the candle was no longer lit. I thought maybe it was a draft coming into the dining room that blew it out. This was an old house and was very drafty. I proceeded to light the candle again and went to the bathroom to take a shower. When I was done with my shower and came through the dining room again the candle was no longer lit. So not thinking about anything I lit the candle again and went downstairs. I came upstairs again and lo and behold the candle was out again. I finally gave up lighting the candle and said to myself that someone or something didn’t want that candle lit. So after that day I never lit another candle during the night again.
One day in the same house I was outside doing something in the yard and I remember standing just outside of one of the dining room windows when all of a sudden I hear a woman call me by my childhood name that only my mother and wife knew. The voice was as clear as if someone had been standing right beside me or in the window. I turned around and saw no one. My mother lives in Florida and my wife wasn’t home.
Another time I was half awake in bed in the bedroom in the basement and I had my left foot exposed. I felt someone very gently touch my big toe with their thumb and forefinger. When I looked up there was no one there.
Minnesota
My wife Julie was the one that experienced what I’m about to relate to you but since I was in the same room I decided to include this too.  It was on a bus trip that we took with a local church group that we had this experience. We were visiting the Mall of America and we were staying at the Thunderbird Inn motel. The theme and decor was all Native American and it was located right across from the mall. Well one night as I was sleeping soundly my wife who was in the next bed with my daughter said she felt someone sit down on the edge of the bed on her side. She thought that my daughter or me had gotten up for some reason and sat next to her. To my wife’s surprise we were both in bed fast asleep. As she looked in the direction of where that someone was sitting what she saw horrified her. She saw this black thing sitting on the edge of the bed. She described it as a shadowy black hooded figure. My wife being a devout Christian blurted out the name of Jesus. No sooner had she said this that the figure got up and just went right through the door (without opening it). Needless to say it took her a long time to fall asleep after that even with the lights on the rest of the night. 

 




Racine Wisconsin

By:lflores53404@yahoo.com

I lived in a house   it a yellow house. My children and I have experenced thing in this house. I lived there for 11 months and the neighbors told me I was the longest person the stay in the house. Neighbor's that have lived in the area for a while told me some time in 1996 that a woman was murdered by her husband, it is said that in the middle of the night he ran upstair and chased his wife out of the bedroom with a knife and killed her in the back room as she tried to flee out the back door. While I lived there one night around 3am between april and june I cant recall the exact month I was awoken by heavy feet running up the stair. I really started me and I just yelled get the F*** out of my house and then it got real quite it took my several minutes to compose myself. I grabbed a screw driver and started making a sweep of my house to make sure no one had broken in. I went down stairs all the doors were still locked and windows also and my children were still asleep since there were scared to sleep in there own rooms they always slept with me. There was no one else in the house but the 3 of us. There were times that my kids and me would be downstairs and we would here this heavy thumps upstairs in my sons room as if something was thrown to the ground and afer checking the room out nothing would be out of order. In the bathroom on the right hand side of the tub from the corner of your eye you can see a bright white light but when you face the light it stops and when you turn your head away from it again the light continues until you look again. In the attic you have a feeling of being watched. Just like when your alone in the living room you get the same feeling. There is something in the house that is unexplainable. After I moved out I went back to clean the house and while scrubbing the floor the door leading to the back room started to shake as if someone was trying to open it. That was all it took and I just left and haven't step foot back in that house. It had been 2 and 1/2 years since I lived there but I drive past the house every once and a while and every six months the house is up for rent again. No one ever stays long.
In conclusion my daughter was 1 and half and refused to walk in that house she was terrified to even stand if you attempted to put her on her feet she would scream all while looking behind you. But when she was at other people house away from that place she would practice her walking less then a week after moving out of that house and living in my new place my daughter was walking and running. Something is in that house I wanted to leave a warning note for the new tenants I knew would be moving in but I was afraid the management company would persue legal actions against me. In the day time the house feels peaceful but once it's dark there is a uneasy feeling there.

Personal Experiences

By: jeanette@nyfreightliner.com


Hello.  I love your site. I’ve read many of the stories and decided to write you on my many experiences.
1st experience:   My first encounter with the unknown was when I was pregnant with my first child.  My husband and I stood over my parent’s house because it was a snowy night and very bad to drive.  My husband and I were sleeping in my old room which was between the living room and my sister’s room.  The apartment was a railroad apartment, meaning that the set up of all the rooms were straight.  If standing in the kitchen with all doors open, you can see the entire apartment.
Well, for some reason I opened my eyes.  It must have been around 5am.  I began to hear footsteps in the room walking back and forth from the living room into my room.  At first I thought it was my dad because he usually got up to check the locks on the doors and the stove, etc.  This thing continued to walk back and forth and violently and loudly lock and unlock the locks on the living room door.  It will then walk through my room and do the same  with the lock on my door that led to my sister’s room. (My husband closed the door before we fell asleep).  I was petrified because the footsteps did not sound like my dad’s.  My dad where’s slippers and these footsteps sounded like bare wet feet.  Almost like a slapping sound every time it would walk by.  This continued for about 5 times. 
I tried pinching my husband to wake him but nothing worked.  The way I was lying in the bed, on my side, my back was towards where the noise was coming from not that I would have turned around or opened my eyes to look anyway.  I was very afraid.  All of a sudden the noises stopped and I felt someone right next to me.  About 5 seconds later, that something let out a big screech right in my ear!  I jumped a bit but refused to open my eyes.  That was the last of this thing.  Thankfully I did not experience anything that close again. That was really scary.
2nd experience:  At this same apartment my parents used to tell me that they would wake up to a very loud noise coming from my sister’s room. They described the noise as the closet falling over. That’s how loud the sound was. 
3rd experience:  My sis and I were up pretty late one night joking around.  We were on her top bunk when all of a sudden we heard the faucet in the kitchen turn on by itself.  At first it was very low and faint but then it sounded like whatever turned on the faucet had turned it on all the way.  We freaked out and stood very still.  The faucet then shut off by itself and we forced ourselves to sleep.  We were so shaken up that we didn’t dare leave the bed to run into our parents’ room and tell them what had just occurred.  That night we both slept on the top bunk. 
4th experience:  My husband had started a job that required him to work nights 3 days a week, this was one of those nights.  It was a Halloween night.  My son and I were on his bed watching a movie on television called “Bats.”  First of all, I was already afraid of being home all alone at night but especially on Halloween and watching a scary movie didn’t help me much.  Well, my son fell asleep and I remained on his bed watching this movie.  All of a sudden I hear a loud knock coming from the wall in front of me.  It was very loud as if someone was in the room with me.  I became paralyzed with fear because that was something I just could not explain at all.  I don’t know how but after about 2 minutes or so I found the courage to get up and walk towards the wall to take a look behind it.  There was nothing there, not that I expected something to be there and boy and I glad there wasn’t.  I was petrified of being home alone after that. 
5th experience:  These are recent events.  My parents-in-law decided to move away to their mother land and my husband and I decided to continue to pay their mortgage and take care of their house.  From the very first day that my mom and aunt helped us move in, they both said that my house creeped them out.  They never really gave a reason other than they just felt weird there.  Due to my past experiences, hearing this from them was not comforting at all.  A few months after my husband and I decided to buy the kids a puppy.  We brought the puppy home and from day one my puppy was freaking out!  He constantly barked at the walls and stood on top of the steps looking down and barking like mad.  The way he barked scared us all because he showed all his teeth and grew really mean at whatever it was he was barking at.  Every time he acted this way we would tell him to relax and that it was okay.  It took months before he grew calmer towards whatever he was seeing.  I’m sure he sees things we cant see.  He still barks from time to time.  There have been incidences where we are asleep and he’ll wake up and bark or get up leave the room running towards the step and then downstairs, almost as if he is following something. 
6th experience:  This happened recently, I would say about 5 months ago.  My husband and I were just getting home from shopping one Sunday afternoon.  The kids were not at home.  My husband put the key in the first door and opened it.  I was right behind him.  He stepped one foot into the entrance of the house when we heard “Johnny.”  We both stopped … dead in our tracks!  It sounded like our daughter calling our son!  The voice was loud and very clear and it definitely came from inside the house or from right in front of us.  We looked at each other and said “Did you hear that?”  We both agreed that it sounded just like our girl.  It was our daughter’s voice to the T!  It was so real and so clear and loud that he walked right in saying, “is someone in here? Guys… is that you?”  He thought that our kids had come home.  There was absolutely no one here.  As he continued to ask if someone was in the house I told him that there was no one there.  That what we heard was not the kids.  Ever since this happened I have grown very afraid of being home alone or getting up in the middle of the night to use the restroom.  I have also become very concerned with the kids especially my son.  I have no idea as to why that voice said my son’s name.  That was really scary for me.  I have consistently said to my husband that I feel like there is something in the house.   The channel on the cable box in our bedroom has changed on its own a few times throughout the years.  It actually happened the other night.  I came back from the bathroom and a movie was playing that I didnt request.  He likes to blame it on the dog but I know its not that our dog is stepping on the remote.  Also, a few weeks ago I sent my son to the basement to put away the dog’s toys.  He ran upstairs like his butt was on fire.  He told me that right before he closed the door he heard a screech directly in his ear.   I refuse to go down there alone.  I always get a creepy feeling when I’m down there.  If you can come up with a reason as to why my son’s name was said by this spirit or whatever…. Please let me know.  That experience is with me every day. 
Thanks for letting me share my stories.  I have a few more but these were the only ones I could think of right now.  And please.... feel free to post on your site.  It's great to know that people arent alone.  :-)


My Story

By: sextonm31@hotmail.com

My story starts October 11, 1996.  My older brother, Jason, was with a friend celebrating his 21 birthday.  On the way home the friend lost control of the vehicle and hit a telephone pole killing my brother.  Since that day weird things have happened.  It started a couple years later at my parents house.  We had this game that we used to play alot and it would just all of a sudden turn on.  The TV would go on and off all by itself.  My Aunt who was very close to my brother had a very strange dream just a couple days after bringing her newborn home from the hospital.  In it my brother visited her just so he could check on the new baby.  It felt so real to her that she moved her bedroom to the downstairs of her house.  I never really thought much of these little incidents until just a couple of weeks ago.  I was working midnights and in the morning after working all night I was taking my daughters out to my mom and dads to visit and so I could get some sleep.  Well about 15 minutes into the trip I could feel myself getting sleepy.  Of course I had the radio on and doing everything in my power not to fall asleep.  Well I felt myself doze off just then my radio blared really loud waking me up.  When I looked there was a truck coming the opposite direction.  My radio returned to normal for the rest of the trip.  When I gathered myself I looked over to the passenger seat and simply said "Thank you Jason."  Thanks for reading my story. 



My Annoying Puzzling and Sometimes Helpful Earthbound Spirit

By: deborah_giraud@yahoo.com

I spent my teenage years in  Atlanta, Ga and had several experiences both at home and at a friend's house.  One day my friend Lynn called me and asked if I would spend the night, as the household was having strange events for the past couple of days, ever since her father had been in the hospital.  Her two siblings also had invited friends over so there were 6 or 7 teenagers and her mother in the house.  It started sometime after dark -- banging around the house as if someone was striking the house with something.  It kept up for hours.  Also, her glass door in the carport was struck every 2-3 minutes for hours, but nothing there - nothing on the ground, no visual sighting through the glass of anything.  That was the last experience I had for many, many years until approximately 1982 when I was living in Santa Monica, CA.  I lived in a very small single apartment on 17th Street and across the way lived an old man by the name of Jamie.  He was a "bag man", old, decrepit and lonely.  I felt badly for him and would bring him groceries (after he died they found several bank accounts totalling more than $150,000 in his apartment).  He would bring me things that he found in the trash - an old purse, a hat, a pair of shoes, etc.  I always thanked him nicely and threw them away somewhere else later.  The day after Jamie died I came home and found an old dirty red sash hanging over my towel rack in the bathroom - just the sort of thing Jamie would give me.  That was the beginning of my long treck with what I believe to be the earth-bound spirit of Jamie.  He comes and goes - sometimes he's gone for several years and then he comes back.  He follows me from house to house - even to the grocery store (I'll explain that one further on in this strange narrative). 
I left my little single apartment in Santa Monica shortly thereafter and moved to a bigger apartment in West L.A.  I lived there for four years and had one truly inexplicable experience.  I was sitting on my sofa watching T.V. and next to my right leg sat my cat.  All of a sudden I felt something wet and warm enter my right leg, exit it and then enter and exit my left leg.  I would say that perhaps it was my imagination except for the fact that my cat freaked out.  She flew to the other side of the room, sat there with her teeth bared, hissed and her fur stood up.  She would not come near me nor the sofa for at least an hour. 
I next moved to a house in Culver City and got a roommate.  I had several things happen during the four years I lived there - nothing as unusual or creepy as the warm, wet experience, but still puzzling.  I came home one day and found dirt spread all over my kitchen floor - actual dirt from the yard.   Another day my roommate knocked on my door at 7:00 a.m. asking if I had taken his keys from the table which he had left there the night before.  I had not taken them.  I then found them in the very bottom of my laundry basket in my room.  Things would go missing and then show up in a completely different place.
I then moved to San Diego and lived in a rented house for about 1-1/2 years - no experiences whatsoever.  I then bought a house with my new husband and about two years after we moved in it started again and has only stopped for several months at a time.  One day I was at home alone and I smelled dog poop.  I looked everywhere for it and could not find it.  My nose eventually lead me to an antique dresser.  I pulled it away from the wall and there on the floor under the dresser all the way in the back near the baseboard was a huge pile of very smelly and wet dog poop.  The space under the dresser is no more than 5 inches, if that.  No dog put that there.  It is a mystery that has never been solved.  He loves stealing things - sometimes gives them back - mostly not.  One day he took my wallet.  I thought it had been stolen - had to call the bank, cancel my credit cards, debit cards, close my accounts.  Three days later I opened up the drawer that I keep my ipod in to go work out and there sat my wallet - the same drawer that I had been in at least five or six times since my wallet disappeared.  I thanked him for giving it back and asked him if he was going to take anything in the future that it not be something as important as my wallet or money.  He has done a few helpful things.  One night I awoke around 3:00 a.m. and remembered that I had left a pot of chicken parts cooking on the stove for my dog.  I jumped up to turn it off and it had been turned off already - the pot was still extremely hot so it had not been turned off for long.  I thanked my husband the next morning for turning off the pot and he said "huh - what pot?"  Most of the experiences I have with him are mundane - no levitating objects, shadows, scary sounds - I'm actually not afraid of him at all.  I feel he is totally harmless - just a practical joker who likes to stir things up.  Except for one night.  I was sound asleep in bed and I felt something tap my forehead three times.  I woke up screaming telling my husband that something had touched my forehead.  He told me I was dreaming and to go back to sleep.  I said I was not dreaming.  I still felt the sting on my forehead.  He's never touched me again - maybe he realized that it scared me too much. 
One day i went to the grocery store.  I got my cart (which was empty) and proceeded to shop.  I went to the checkout counter and started to unload my basket and there sat two items that I had not put in my basket.  He must really like cherry tomatoes.  One day he turned the T.V. on in my daughter's room 4 times during the night while she was asleep.  One night around 3:00 a.m. I was up, couldn't sleep.  And all of a sudden the smell of rotten eggs (sewage smell) just surrounded me.  I was in the living room away from any pipes.  It lasted about 10 seconds and was gone - I have never smelled it again.  He's taken the socks right off my feet while I was sleeping - never to be seen again.  He's even stolen temporary fillings out of my mouth.  This is one of the more bizzare and inexplicable events,  I had to go to the dentist and have two crowns installed.  I hate dentists and took a sleeping pill to get through the procedure.  I came home and went to bed.  I woke about two hours later and felt with my tongue what had been done to my teeth.  Both molars were hollowed out with nothing in them.  The teeth were sharp and kept cutting my lip everytime I chewed.  Terrible food trap.  My husband told me I should go back to the dentist and have it fixed and I said no way I'll wait the two weeks until the permanent crowns are in.  I went back to the dentist and he said "Oh your temporary crowns fell out"  I told him I didn't have any temporary crowns and he said of course you did.  We argued back and forth and he finally put his foot down and said of course we put the temporary crowns in, we would never let you go out the door like that.  I decided to stop arguing with him and then I thought back to the procedure and I remembered him putting them in.  They just disappeared.  I didn't swallow them or break them - nothing whatsoever to indicate that those temporary crowns were ever in my mouth. 
Well, that's about it.  I left out a bunch more mundane stuff.  I would love to hear from anyone who has experienced anything that might resemble what I've been going through.  Thanks Deborah.


Haunted House

By: denisehlee@mac.com

I read your account of living in a haunted house with much interest.
In 1999 I bought a large Victorian House in Wiltshire, I had owned two old houses previously and was well adversed in dealing with just "plain old ghosts" which I had never found to be a particular problem
and in fact found that they even seemed to add a certain ambience to the place.
But on buying this place things were much different, the House was in need of considerable refurbishment, and quite soon after moving in, I realised that I was dealing with an entirely different type of entity.
The House was divided into 4 levels, with the basement in particular a big problem, but also the attic rooms.
The basement had two definite spirits, one you could actually see, as a black incarnation, hovering near the inner connecting door, this was quite easy to shift, but the other was very powerful.
It was not Human and despite spending 7 years trying to shift it, including smudging, smoking, prayers, water spraying and even enlisting the help of a member of the Healer and Medium society
who wrongly assured me the House was clear, all these things failed and so after being spiritually and physically drained, I found that the spirit together with the stress of doing the work were
beginning to take a toll on my health.
In the attic the "hauntings" were limited to just turning off the lights and seeing horrible and disfigured faced looming out of the dark continuously (I was not the only one to experience this)
I know this sounds rather imaginative, but I can assure you was quite real.
Anyway after suffering from Chronic Fatigue and Fibromyalgia in 2006, I was forced to sell the place.
Which actually has come as somewhat of a relief!!
I truly believe that if I hadn't sold the place, that it would of put me in an early grave.




A Tale to Tell,

By: erte4879@yahoo.com


Read all these great stories thought I would include one myself:
I was always, to a fault, interested in ghostly matters. Even if it cost me my sleep and reason. I was one of those kids that begged their Grandmother (a Mexican Grandmother to boot, for those that don't know, they have some WHOPPER ghost stories to tell! Let me tell you!!) to tell another story despite my Mother's wishes to the contrary. I don't blame her protesting, since she was the one who's bedroom & sleep I would invade when I got the inevitable "willies."
Anyways, it was well known our house in Mexico, especially the second story and the animal quarters/stables (which were never used passed the early 60's) were inhabited by something other-wordly. Stories abounded, almost every family memeber had a tale to tell. I had none. Maybe one odd event, but nothing to shout about at all. Even our home here in Los Angeles gives people the "vibes" of being spooky. Years later my friends would tell me just why I was never able to have a successful slumber party. No one ever came because it gave them the spooks. I loved that house and never thought it was strange. I guess I was just used to it. Sure my Mother thought she saw a man with a starched white shirt once in my bedroom, big deal. Sure, I ran into a green light coming down my dark hallway one night as I hurried to get ready, so what! Those don't count.
I
'll get to the real story now:
Right out of high school, I graduated in 1997, my friends (Trevor & Feliks) and I decided to take a little weekend/road trip. It was either '97 or '98 that we took this trip. We decided on San Felipe. A small fishing village just 8 hours from Los Angeles on the edge of the Sea of Cortez in beautiful Mexico.
Our reasons were purely immature and superficial. There we could drink at bars! Not 21 yet you know.
So off we go. We get there and rent a room in this very small motel, just off the main drag. You went up these steps and the door to the room was to the right. If you face the door to the room on the immediate right was a large window. That was our only window, save for a small one in the bathroom.
Now upon opening the door to the room you see immediately on the right against the wall with the large window the first bed. Next to that bed farther back was a nighstand with a lamp, farther back the other bed. Against that bed was a wall to the restroom. Small but adequate.
Boy did we have a blast and then some!!!
The second night of our young revelry we go up to our room ready to call it a much overdue night. Well, rip roaring Feliks was not having it! He still had more party in him! Against our better wishes and utilizing Trev's and my exhaustion he got his way. Off he went into the remaining night, like a real trooper.
I had called the bed by the front wall with the window when we had first checked in so I plopped myself on that.
Trevor plopped himself on the one by the bathroom he was supposed to share with Feliks, well that hadn't worked out as planned and we banished him to the sofa-bed in front of the restroom on the count of his horrendous snoring.
So there we lay, I kept telling Trev. about how I was a little worried about Feliks out there by himself. That maybe we should go find him.
Instead we both knocked out.
Fast forward a couple of hours!
For whatever reason I wake up from the veritable realm of the dead. Ladies and Gents I was passed out! I open my eyes. I can just start to see that weird purple-y light the night takes on like 2 hours before daylight coming through the curtains. Like the sun's is coming but it's still considered night. You know, what I'm talking about, I know you do.
Any how, that light was coming through the very slightly opened curtain.  Curtain just parted  ever so slightly. As I was on my left side facing the window I could see it quite clearly, my eyes having adjusted to the lights poor quality.
I was on my left side but curled a little in bed so my vista was the window/curtain and down towards the foot of the bed and the door.
That's when I saw him.
It was the dark sillhouette of a man, about our age. 18/19/20ish. It was like one of those sillhouettes that our Aunts and young Mothers had done in the 70's, when they were teenagers that you frame up and put in your hallway or photo album. With the eye-lashes and everything. You know what I mean? A perfect side sillhouette of his face, head, and neck. No hint of color. Looking out the window. He had short hair.
I'm watching him look out the window. Very still, not moving an inch. I got the impression he was waiting intently for something. He didn't move at all, he was a veritable statue!
He didn't look at me. I looked at him looking out. He wasn't holding the curtains, just looking out of the part in them.
I'm thinking this whole time it's Trevor looking out the window waiting for Feliks to come rolling in from his drinking and galavanting. I was sure it was!
Felik's was/is a big guy, rowdy too, we would have definately heard him come in. We would have heard his snoring for sure! Trust me!!
So I lay there watching Trev. wait for Feliks. He probably had gotten as worried as I was afterall. I was JUST about to ask him what time it was........
Then I hear it.
I hear this soft rhythmic breathing from behind me. From the bed behind me.
It's Trevor sleeping. He's doing that breathing people do when they're sleeping, not snoring, just sleep breathing. You know.
Um, if that's Trevor......then who is this looking out the window at the foot of my bed?!
I lay, I think, I do this over calculated lighting quick roll to my right to turn on the lamp on the nightstand.
On it flicks! I whip back around.........and nothing.
Just a window and a door.
I turn around towards Trevor and I see him squinting at me from his bed.
"Trevor, where you looking out of the window just now?"
"Uh, no."
Just then, as if on perfect timing Feliks stumbles in drunker than a goldfish in a vodka bottle and say's, er slurrs out:
"What are you guys doing still up!?"
Ladies and Gentlemen I didn't sleep a wink after that!
I am speaking the God honest truth that this happened.
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Cuba Road

By: Jkennedy84@tampabay.rr.com

I used to live in illinios, my mom was born there and this isnt my story its my moms,soo, im going to tell it for her. My dad told me when he lived in chigago,that there was this road and it was xalled cuba road,and he said that a lady and her boyfreind were driving down cuba road.Then her boyfreind got out of the car to go to the bathroom, (near the cemetery). She noticed that he was taking a really long time,and as she was waiting she keeped hearing long scraching nioses on the top of the car.She went out side to look and her boyfreind was hanging on a rope by a tree with his neck slit open,and he was dead!!!!!!!!!!!My mom went there one night and she was with her freinds and they all were in the car. then my mom heard the scraching on the car and scaredly looked out the window and saw a arm scraching the top of the car! My dad also siad therwe would be this black car that allways drove around near the cemetery, he saw it and drove away as fast as he could and he left his freinds there some times. He also said that he and his freinds would go down these coldasacks and they would hear weird noises.And he said there were white lights coming out of the graves.!


Ellison/Stewart Home

By: Juanita_Harrison6@MSN.COM


We bought two houses on one lot about 5 years ago to restore.  During that time we have had several encounters with unusual visitors and strange happening.  When working in the dirt basement on the house at the back of the lot my my husband heard footsteps and someone taking to his dog.  He immediately came out, it has a outside entrance by the door to the house and went in.  The dog was alone looking at the door.  No one could have gotten in or out either door without being seen.  This small house is said to have been moved to Green River from either an old mining or railroad settlement that was closed down in about 1900 to 1910.  It was common at that time to buy one of these small houses for about fifty dollars, and live in them while building a larger home on the front of the lot.  Since finishing the small house we haven't had any more visits.
    The front and larger home is still not done but it has been many strange goings on.  I, myself had been looking at the back of the house during the day and saw a man looking out what use to be the second floor back porch.  I looked away for a second and he was gone.  I went through the entire home never found anyone.  The construction lights in the attic turn on during the night.  The neighbor has mentioned it to us but we have never found any sign that anyone has gotten into the home. My son and I were leaving the house one evening, we had together  turned off the kitchen lights, it was dark in the house, as we went downstairs to the back door.  We spoke for a minute in the door way.  As we were waking away I turned to look back at the house and the kitchen light was on.  We also have found power tools sitting on the floor running, .  My husband has even unplugged them and found the plugged in and running on the next visit.  Many people have heard a dog walking upstairs when our dog is not there.  I have to say that it isn't a scary feeling place just seems like it has some unusual visitors  Thanks
PS although something seems to like to play with the power tools I have never gotten them to do any work. 


Encounters

By: murphy3817@sbcglobal.net

hi my name is hannah and i live in fort worth texas i am 12 years old and all my friends life she has had stranges expirences and this is her story in her words life i have had strange experinsces and i really need your help because i dont know if i have a sixth sence or what
(1) wheni was about 4 i was visiting my aunt in england and she had a dog that had just died well she told me to go upstairs and get something well it all of a sunden turned freezing cold and i said to my auntto turn the heating on well it was the middle of the summer and she said no because it was hot so i said fine and went up stairs and as i walked by one of the bedrooms i saw a yellow pair os eyes staring back at me well it didnt scare me for some reasons............
(2) well when i was 5 we were about to go to walmart and my little sister my mom and my dad were getting ready in the back bedroom and i was sittin staring at the floor and all of a sudden out of know where i saw a lady holding a baby in dirty old clothes with dark long hair and she was like crying like her baby had died and it still didnt freak me out i just calmly walked down the hall to my mom and told her but she just laughed right in my face and told me i was a liar.............
(3) my grandma died last august and i was really sad it was quiet for a while until last month my house just went weird it was fine like it had a  nice feeling to it so we went  target and when we came back i was just dredding walking in there there was just a nasty feeling to it i dont know why...........
(4) i was talking to my friend on the phone who lives in dallas and she was crying that we both could not go to a jonas brothers concert that was in our town and she was standing in her kitchen and all of a sudden she screamed and two white lights came slowly from her sisters bedroom and she was so scared..........
and thats her story in her words she was my friend and those are her encounters


Ghost Munk

By: moreno.azucena@yahoo.com

I have always been a firm believer in ghost since my grandfather past away.  So when my friend told me of the encounter her father had it sholed me, i just needed to aske hiim and confirm it Mr. Martinez worked as a truck driver delivering groceries for a store chain in our city, this is what he told me. " He was driving around 11 at night trying to deliver his last load when he past by an old mission he felt a chill up his spine and starded to spead up and he grabed the raidio to confirme his position he dropped it and when he looked down to pick it up he saw sandals and then the brown robe he was scared half to death he has never been able to explain that encounter since then he has moved shifts and only drives during the day.


Ghosts and Angels

By: jdmarinkovic@student.ysu.edu

Ever since I was little, I have had things happen to me. I have seen things, I have heard things, and I have felt things. My mother said when I was a child that I didn't have to go outside and play with the other kids, and that I was completely content with using my imagination. It wasn't like I didn't go out and play with other kids, I just had a very vivid imagination. I guess that it is safe to say that is when I was just a toddler things were going on. When I was about 3 or 4 years old is when it all started.
We used to live in a double wide trailer, and I remember I would get up in the middle of the night screaming. I would walk down the hall to my mom and dad's room and just lay in front of the door, screaming and crying for them to help me. I remember feeling like I was being watched or followed. It got so bad that I used to hate sleeping in my room, because my closet always seemed to have light in it, when in fact there was no light in my closet. Imagine waking up in the middle of the night, finding your son sleeping in front of your bed room door. It got to the point where my mom and dad would let me sleep with them, this went on, sad to say, up until I was about 6 1/2 years old. They finally got me a water bed, which is what they had. They felt that if they got me a water bed that I would sleep in my own room. It worked! But that was just the start of it, that was the start of something that would last for the next 20 years.
Things really didn't happen after that, because half the reason that my parents bought me a bed was because my mom at the time was pregnant with my little brother. She said that it was time that I started to act like a big boy, and just sleep in my own bed.
Finally in 1994 my little brother was born and I think he kept the bad things, or ghosts away because he would cry all night, real late at night. I remember I used to lay in my bed, and just say to myself, "please cry, please just until I fall asleep."
Then in 1997 we moved out of the trailer, and into a big house just a few blocks away. Up to this point nothing had been happening. I liked the idea of getting out of that trailer, because a few years later my father told me things that happened to him there too, but that is for another time. We had moved into this new house, it was owned by a lady who's husband just died. He didn't die in the house, but the fact that he had just died scared me.
Things were pretty good for a few years, then in 2000 my grandmother died of lung cancer. I would have to say that this is where things really took off. After she died I started to have horrible dreams that she was chasing me. It was grandmother, but at the same time it wasn't my grandmother. Something had been different. The whole family would smell her brand of cigarettes in the house in certain places. I saw her one night standing in the doorway to my house, and she looked so evil.
I told my uncle about all of this, the smell, the dreams and seeing her as well. He told me to go to her grave and tell her about these things and tell her that I wanted them to stop. I thought that this was insane, and he told me that if I did it, it would work. The next day he took me to her grave, I sat down and told her about everything. Ever since then, the dreams, visions, and smells stopped.
When I was in 8th grade I dated this girl. I fell in love with her, and trust me young love sucks so much. Because it turns out horrible, and trust me, what happened to me, no one wants to go through. When she broke up with me, I was devastated. I locked my self in my room all the time, I wrote horrible stories about people that had been shunned away.
I can tell you right now, I lived in darkness for 3 months. I was not myself, and my family noticed this as well. I would come home from school, and go straight to my room. I hung a black curtain in my window to keep out sunlight. I am telling you now, if you ever slip into depression this deep seek help immediately. I would come home, go to my room, do my homework in my room, come out and eat dinner, and go straight back to my room. This went on for three months. I would only come out to go the bath room and to take a shower.
By the second month, I had started to hear voices. They weren't really anything audible, but every once in a while I would hear someone say my name. It was more or less gibberish that I couldn't understand. It got so bad in that second month that I was walking to pick up my brother at the bus stop, and I literally screamed out loud for them to stop. After I did that, they stopped for about a week, and then picked up again ten times stronger then before. I was really nasty, and mean to everyone. I listened to nothing but sad music, and watched nothing but sad movies.
Finally my mom and dad tricked me one night, they told me we were going out to dinner. When we were in the car and driving, she turned around and said that they were getting me help. I can tell you this right now, that I knew I wasn't myself because of what I said to my mom and dad. I love them very much and I would never say to them that I hated them.
But when she told me that, my response was, "I hate you both!" I knew it wasn't me talking, and that I had something terribly after me.
After a month of help, I was back to myself. I removed the black curtain from my window, and everything changed.
The next 3 years of high school, I had seen more paranormal things that I had ever seen up to that point. One summer, my family from Florida was up to visit us. We were all sitting in the down stairs family room watching TV, and I swear to this day that a ghost of a women walked right into the room, in front of the TV, and then down the hall only to disappear. No one in the room saw it, I had been the only one. That same night, I was taking my dog outside, and I saw an outline of an angel in the sky.
The next summer we were having a bon fire outside, and I came back into the house to get something. No one was in the house, and everyone was in the back yard where the fire was. All the windows were open in the house, and I was standing in the kitchen, and I looked and saw someone standing outside the window. Then I heard them say, "Hey, Josh, come here I want to show you something!" It was such a creepy voice, and plus I knew it wasn't anyone I knew because the person didn't look like anyone and it sure as hell didn't sound like anyone I knew.
My last and most frightening thing to happen to me when I was in high school was on a night that I will never forget. It was the first, and not the last time I saw this. It was my first encounter with a demon, or elemental as a lot of my friends seem to think it was.
I was laying in bed one night, and my room is with out a doubt the hottest room in the house, it was in the winter time so I had the heat on pretty high. I was laying in bed, just about to fall asleep when the temperature in my room went from 70 degrees, to a dropping temp of 30 degrees. I could see my breath in the room, and I couldn't move.
All of a sudden I heard something outside my room, so I closed my eyes.
This was a bad idea because I couldn't open them after I had did this.
I tried to scream for my parents but nothing was coming out of my mouth but my breath. I tried so hard to open my eyes, and just when I finally did, I heard something run through the kitchen, through my wall, and into my room. It slid on my bed facing me, finally as it did this I was able to open my eyes. What I saw was simply freakin terrifying. It was a demon or elemental. It was only about 3 foot tall and it was all gray, with red eyes, and glass shard teeth, with pointy ears. It looked at me, smiled, and then said, "Hey Josh, what's going on?" I freaked out and I started praying my hardest, and when I said, "The Lord Jesus Christ..." it freaked out, screamed and then vanished. My room went back to 70 degrees real fast, and I had been able to move again. That was my tenth grade year in high school.
That same year I had worked at a local restaurant. I hated the basement, it always felt like something was down there watching me. We had a big walk in freezer and every once and a while it would slam shut on me. All you had to do was push it open, but it still scared the crap out of me.
One night I was working, just about to get off work and they sent me down to the basement to do some things. This was the worst it had ever been. I felt like I was being followed everywhere I was in the basement. I finished what I had to do quick and then punched out and got the hell out of there. By the time I got home I was telling my parents about this, and I noticed that my back was burning real bad. It started from the middle of my back to my left shoulder. I went to the bathroom to take a shower, and I took off my shirt. I looked at my back and I noticed that I had 4 big scratches from the middle of my back to my shoulder. It looked like someone had dug their nails in my skin and scraped my back. I ran to show my parents, they thought this was weird. 
They asked me if I had bumped up against something at work, and I told them I didn't because I hadn't.
Nothing after that happened to me... until now. In 2005 my grandfather died of a blood disorder. I loved him very much, he was the rock of our family. I took his death very hard. Three weeks before he died he gave me one of his guitars, he loved to play guitar and seeing as how I was the only grandchild out of many that showed interest in playing guitar, he gave me the one he played all the time. Three weeks later he died....I knew that very day that he was going to go sometime soon.
The day he died, I had to work at crappy McDonalds... and I was in the back room washing things in the dishwasher. I remember feeling his presence next to me, but as quick as it came it left.
A few months later I was downstairs on our family computer. Our computer was up against the stairs so you could look up and see the very top of the steps. One night I heard someone walking through the house upstairs. I thought that it was someone just getting up to get something to drink and then going back to bed. But I know my mom, dad, and brothers footsteps... and trust me it wasn't either of them. As I listened it sounded a lot like my grandfather, but I knew that he was gone. Then I looked up at the top of the steps and saw him standing there, just his feet and his pants. But I knew it was his because he was the only person that wore leather penny loafers and dress pants.
This went on for many weeks, it got so bad that it would last for 15 mins, and I got scared. So I would shut the door at night, well one night I forgot to do this, and it happened again. I just told him to rest, and that everyone was fine. I heard and saw him back away, and I heard him walk through the kitchen, and then his footsteps lightly vanished.
In 2006, my friend and I wanted to start our own little paranormal investigations, and so far they have proven to work. But I was doing research on equipment one night, and I was the only one down stairs, everyone was upstairs. I heard a voice say my name in my ear, and it felt like someone was right beside me. I screamed and my mom thought something happened, I told her what it was and she just let it go like always.
Now brings me to this year, I go to Youngstown State University. I go home on the weekends cause I don't live that far from home. So far up here I have had two experiences in the guys bath room up here. The first one I had a cold chill, and I got the hell out of there quick.
The second happened just the other day, I heard someone from the cleaning staff walk into the bath room. I was in one of the stalls with the door shut, and I knew it was one of them because I heard the keys, and the boots. When I opened the stall door the footsteps stopped mid step, and there was no one in the bath room. I freaked out and got the hell out of there again.
My dog just got put to sleep 2 weeks ago, and he was my pal. I miss him so much, but I had not been there the week they did it. He had bone cancer and he couldn't walk anymore, so they had to put him down on such quick notice. I couldn't make it home in time, I was busy as hell here at school.
I went home last weekend, and the house is different. It is very quiet, not that he made much noise but you can tell that he isn't there anymore. I was doing my laundry real late, it was around 2:30 am and everyone was sleeping. We have hard wood floors in our basement, it is a finished basement. But when I would be home from school, late at night my dog and I would chill downstairs and watch TV. He was also a big part of all the paranormal things that went on in my life, cause anytime something was about to happen, he would look at something that I couldn't see, he would growl and bark at things that weren't there.
His hair would stand on end... so anytime something was about to happen I knew because of his reaction. Well I was doing my laundry, and I heard his nails all of a sudden clicking on the floor. I just closed my eyes and was like, "This is not happening." As soon as I said that, I felt him walk up and rub himself against my leg. I started to cry and told him that I was sorry that I couldn't see him one last time. I told him that I loved him and I missed him so much. After that his feeling went away.
So now that leaves me to my future. What will continue to happen? I know that the paranormal activities that happen to me will still continue. Sometimes it goes, sometimes it's around for a while. For some reason spirits feel drawn to me, good and bad ones. I help the good ones as best I can and shun away the bad ones. Things will continue to happen, I just have to be ready.
I can tell you now, if you ever encounter anything, the first experience will be terrifying. It will be something that you will remember for the rest of your life. I don't wish this kind of "Curse"
or what ever you wanna call it on anyone. It can be very, very frightening at times.
I have gone through a lot of dark times in my life, and without the help of family and friends I would be lost. What my family did for me when I went through that whole depression state in my 8th grade year was the best thing that could have ever done. At the time as I was angry, and said things to them that I would never say because they aren't true. But you have to remember something... I was not myself for three months.
If you ever come across a spirit, help it find its course. Tell it that it isn't welcomed, even good or bad. If you ever shun away a spirit good or bad, and you feel bad for doing so... never and I MEAN NEVER EVER tell it to come back. Because it will come back and bring more with it, and trust me it won't be nice even if it was before.
With that said, I hope you enjoyed my stories. As you can tell I have a lot, and I have been meaning to write these all down, so this gave me a chance to do so. I still have stories that I would like to write, they are more about what has happened to my family with paranormal activity.
But that is for another time. I hope you gain some knowledge from my stories, and remember spirits are lost souls just looking for their home.






My Mothers Ghostly Room Mate

By: kuramasfoxymiko@hotmail.com

My name is SheVaun (or Joan, as my name is translated in English).  I'm 20 years old and I live in Central Texas.  I've never had much of an experience with the paranormal until I was staying with my mother at one of her old apartments in North Austin one school day (I was still in middle School or Junior High at the time)  after my morning Dentist appointment.  It was in the afternoon and I was watching my favorite Japanese Samurai cartoon (Or was is the ThunderCats?) on Cartoon Network, in my mother's bedroom.  I was just enjoying my show when I saw the glimpse of a Shadow in the hall from my mother's vanity mirror (it was placed at the opposite wall of the door). 
I froze for a moment until I thought it was my mother, but when I asked her in the living room she said that she hadn't got up from her seat for anything.  Next I had thought it was my uncle (by marriage) but I remembered that he hadn't returned from one of his many outings.  It was then that my mother told me that the small apartment building had ghosts. 
After that, she told me of her experiences at her old apartment, which was diagonal from the one I saw the shadow.  They started happening sometime after she went through a bad breakup with boyfriend of 4 years.  At times, the lace curtain she used for her bedroon door would sway ever so slightly, like someone had walked past her door.  But she was alone, the windows weren't open, and the AC hadn't turned on.  Another night, she was laying on her bed after a long day at the office (my mother was a Dental Assistant) and just as she was about to fall asleep, she felt someone massaging her scalp.  When she woke up no one was there.  At other times, the kitchen light would turn on by it self. 
One time, when she lit my 2-3 month pregnant sister stay with her, my mother saw the shadow of someone walking by her bathroom from under the crack of the door.  After doing her business, she called my sister, who was in the kitchen at the time, to come into the bathroom with her.  My sister did so, and a little while after my mother shut the door, the both saw the same shadowed feet walk by the bathroom. 
In that one apartment, the hauntings were quite frequent to my mother when alone but after moving into the apartment I saw the shadow, the hauntings had leveled down trememdously.  She understood that they were not malicious spirits and never felt threatened by them but they did bother her at times.  At first she thought that it was the spirit of her Deceased brother who had died in his teens but she started to think otherwise when she saw the shadows of a broad shouldered man. 
Some years had passed since then and My mother had planned to look into the apartment building's history or the history of the property but never had the chance.  But when she does, I plan to help her in looking into this. 
Thank you for hearing this story, even though the majority was my mother's. 
100 Year Old House

By: one_hot_m0ma@yahoo.com

i am writing about my parents house it is almost 100 yrs. old and is known in the area for being haunted it is known as the old johnston farm i dont know the stories just that the mother died in the house i dont know how but it happened in the dining room i have seen many times an older tall dark man with suspenders standing over my bed also you here someone always walking upstairs but there is knowone up there also my moms dog gets locked in the wood room aka the den evertime she leaves the house the scary thing is that you can not close that door so it is always opened alittle except when you go up to let the dog out it is closed tight and you have to push really hard to open it this house is definatley haunted you can just feel it when you walk in the door that your not alone


My Personal Experience at Listed Haunted Place

By: mhansen@lhup.edu
 
I am a student at Lock Haven University of Pennsylvania. I went on your website to look to see what your website had to say about my school. I would like to update you on a couple personal experiences my friends and I have had in one of the most infamous buildings on campus.
Last year I was a resident of Russell Hall and I lived in room 307, the room Mary (the girl who hung herself in the bell tower) supposively lived in.
The first experience I had in Russell Hall was during the day time while I was taking a shower in the bathroom. I remember the day was in late October when the weather was very cold outside. I would also like to remind you that there is only one way to walk in and out of the room.  While I was taking my shower I had an urge to look out of the curtain. As I looked out of the curtain I saw the the back of a girl walking towards the other side of the room. I thought nothing of it and continued taking my shower. It was only later that I realized that the girls clothing was not the type of clothing girls would wear in this day and age, nor was the weather appropriate for what the girl was wearing. The girl that I saw was wearing a tied-dyed sphegetti strapped shirt and corduroy green shorts. I also realizes that she was walking straight towards the wall which lead to a dead end, and I never saw her walk back to leave the room. That whole day, and throughout the semester, I never saw any girls on my floor ever wearing that outfit.
My guess would be that the outfit the girl was wearing came from the 1970's era, around the same time Mary was found dead in the buildings bell tower.
Girls on my floor would also talk about seeing foot prints from the water in the shower room appearing on the floor in front of their eyes,
In our room my roommate and I had bunk beds. I slept on the top bunk and she slept on the bottom bunk. One night I woke up and saw, who I thought was, my roommate sitting at her desk. I noticed that there was nothing on at her desk and she was only sitting there looking straight ahead at the wall. I thought it was a little weird but I just shrugged and went back to sleep. The next morning the first thing my roommate said to me was "Were you sitting at my desk last night?" All I could think to say was "I thought that was you sitting at your desk!!" We both found it very creepy and odd that we both saw someone sitting at her desk at the same time.
Other occurrences that happened in Russell Hall was that we would both hear whispering in our ears to wake up if we were about to over sleep before a class. Objects would move across our room.
Other students would complain of being scratched while they were sleeping. At one point in the year the Resident Assistant of our floor had to have a meeting with the residence to tell us to stop quigi boarding because they were starting to hear strange screaming noises coming from both sides of the hallways when nobody was awake late at night.
Other students, and professors who have offices in the basement, have told me about hearing the pianos in the basement being played, and then once somebody goes to investigate the music stops and nobody is in sight, nor could run out of the basement that fast.
Russell Hall is now closed and is only open during the daytime because the offices on the ground floor still operate.
I still talk to the resident director of Russell Hall who stills lives in the building. She told me that she hears running and boxes falling over on the locked up hallways above her room but it does not bother her.
I would also like to let you know that there is a rumor that, Mary, the girl who hung herself in the bell tower, was actually murdered by her boyfriend and was hung in the bell tower. There apparently was a court case that proved this last year, but I am not 100% sure on this, so that could be something you might want to look into.
I just wanted to let you know this so you could add more information on website.


Cass River Yacht Club

By:   thieme55@charter.net

A male ghost haunts Cass River Yacht Club, a neighborhood bar in downtown Bridgeport.  The owner, Jill tells this chilling story:
I purchased the bar in 1989 and immediately night employees would tell me about an eerie feeling that someone was in the building late at night.  One employee in particular, Cheryl who was a night closer stated that she saw images of the ghost several times as he moved from the kitchen to the back storage room.  This always happened very late at night after all the customers had left and the doors were locked as she was finishing the night closing chores.
When I asked if she could describe what he looked like, she said he was wearing blue clothes and had some sort of uniform on like a mailman or a security guard.  Other bartenders who were working alone late at night also claimed to hear strange noises, look in that direction and see a blue shadow.
I didn’t think much about it and simply wrote it off as an over active imagination . . . . . . until 10 years later.  
It just so happened that one day I was visiting with Larry, an elderly gentleman who had just recently started frequenting the bar.  He was sharing the history of the bar, which had many previous owners.  Almost 30 years ago, he told me that he was a regular customer at this location.  Then he shared a story with me about one unfortunate night he will never forget. 
He was in the bathroom, using the stall behind a closed door when 3 men rushed into the bathroom to use the sink.  They did not know he was there.  The 3 men were shouting obscenities at each other and saying, “I think you killed him!”  It was soon obvious by the splashes of blood on the wall, floor and paper towels that they were cleaning blood off of themselves.
Later that night a body was discovered under a car in the parking lot.  The victim had been brutally beaten and kicked to death.  The young man who died that night was on leave from the army.  He was wearing his uniform. 
Months later the 3 men in the bathroom were in court, accused of homicide.  Larry, having been in the bathroom was called as a witness.  He never did see their faces and there wasn’t sufficient evidence to convict anyone of the killing.  The murderers went free. 



Skeleton Riding the Bicycle

By: tzsunny@hotmail.com
 
This falls into the category of creepy stories, and it did in fact happen to me.
When I was in high school, junior or senior year, I had an evil and traumatizing dream.
I dreamt a lot growing up, but never had one as horrifying as this one.
As some background info, I grew up in a small American town, population 2,000.
The dream begins immediately on some random tiny street near downtown.  It was a street I hadn't been on
in years because it was off the beaten path, and only had 3-4 houses on it.  In my dream it is night, and
competely dark out, save for the street lights that dot each little intersection.
The terror in my dream started immediately, because the first thing I remember was I had hit the ground running
from the skeleton on the bicycle directly in front of one of the houses on that tiny street.  The skeleton
was wearing a black top hat and a black tuxedo jacket.  He was not large in stature, but as big as I was, which
was big enough to make a presence, it struck me as an evil male presence.  I ran in the darkness to the end of the street, took a right turn and another right turn
onto a very long straight road that was going uphill and headed south.  In my dream, I never stopped running, but would constantly look over my shoulder to see the skeleton pedaling (as fast as any adult would be able to pedal uphill)... it continued to chase me and  remained within 50 feet of me.  Near the top of the hill, I went down a street to the right and immediately into the house that belonged to a friend in school.  Of course, as luck would have it, no one was there.... no one seemed to
be anywhere in town that night, I never saw another living soul, and all the house lights were off... only dim street lights at the blocks' intersections were illuminated.
After entering my friend's dark house and realizing there was no one there to protect me, I decided to run out to the backyard and around the house to the street again, and hoped that the skeleton on the bike did not know where I was.  As I ran out the back door, he was rounding the corner and continued chasing me to the street.
I ran and ran down the street now heading west and onto a main street heading to the west end of one of the main drags.  I eventually turned left heading south again and was about a block from my high school in the dream when I woke up. 
I have to say I thought about the fact that in my dream, I was aware of the fact that I was headed someplace besides my high school, even though it was the most well known landmark near the location of where I ended up running.
 Upon waking the next morning.  None of it made any sense to me, it was creepy, and disturbing, realistic and hard to shake for weeks after..... but it never really had much significance at the time.
 That is... until about 3 months later.
 Horror struck our quiet little town one night about three months after my awful dream.  A woman, single mother of 3, was murdered in her home one night while the town slept.  The murder took place at the EXACT house from which my dream began.  The killer, her ex-husband, then proceeded to go on a rampage, second victim that night was the murdered woman's best friend...my friend's mother.   Yes, you guessed it....   She lived at the second house that the skeleton in my dream chased me to.  The third house this killer ended up going to
that night after the first two, was the residence of one of our prominent townsmen.  And yes, his house just happens to sit directly behind the high school on a beautiful quiet loop drive.
It sickens me that I had this dream.  I don't understand why it happened to me. 
 *Both the second and third victims did survive, thank goodness.



Boy 5

By: Mchaneylubb@aol.com


the year 2003 boy 5 had an encounter with two ghost men it was late at night when everyone was going to bed. his mom told him to turn off the hall light. as he went to turn off the light he saw two men standing near my moms bed room  they looked surprised to have been seen by boy 5  he turned around  told his mom that there were two men walking out the back door he said that they didn't bother to open the door boy 5 said that  one of the two men fell as he proceeded out the door then when he got up they flew and dissapeared.
that was one of his encounters.
another of boy 5  encounters  it was at  a different house when boy 5 got up to use the rest room he opened his eyes and saw an old lady with one leg hopping out of his sisters room she went into the rest room and turned on the light  he then woke up his mom  and  told her he had seen an old lady hop into the rest room with one leg since then boy 5 does not  go to rest room by him self any more.
another of boy 5's encounter happened again not to long ago but he wishes not to discuss the incident be cause it involves a baby . because its disturbing to him.


Desplaines

By: Jkennedy84@tampabay.rr.com

when i was little, I lived in a duplex in Desplaines illinios.The small house looked big to me and i went into the adic with my dad, and i say this man up there he looked like he was from the silvlewar ,he was african american, and he was just standing there and then he disapeared. Other strang things happened to me too, there were these strang black figures all 0ver the house, my gardean angel max my dog tryed to send me what they were, a voice in my head told me demon, but all i could pranonse was dodos.There were millions of these dodos and they always terised me but not as much when max was around.One day max unfortionly had to be put down becuase he got cancer,that made me vonerable to the underworld! Max had no choice but to give me the power to see ghosts ad see visions in the past present and future, this made me a little safer becuase i could sence a poltergiest coming up behind me. But this gift had a terible prise, unfortionatly i was always atracked to places with terrible ghosts in them.


My Sister-In-Law

By: rkvermette@yahoo.ca

I have a few ghost stories. A couple of stories I got from my mother and a few I can tell you first hand. The first one I grew up hearing about was  my grandparents on my father's side  who lived in a haunted house that was across the street from a graveyard. Apparently, there used to be footsteps heard in the rooms upstairs. There was one little problen with that, the house at that time had no upstairs.  But footsteps would also be heard going up and down the non-existant stair case as well. The house was vacate for many years when it mysteriously burned down its self. My grandmother who was sensitive would have the most unusal way of knowing a death in the family was going to happen; when she looked out the window at the graveyard and see a black figure over her father's grave she knew  there was doing to be a death.
In the year 2001, my cousin took his own life and since then I feel that he visits me. He was a joker in life and now I believe that he is still joking with me. If some thing like my keys or other items all I have to do is say his name and ask them to be returned and they are very shortly found. Over the years I have been in a few houses where I have stayed overnight and have had spirits talk to me untill all hours of the night!! That is loads of fun. For as long as I remember I have felt a ghost following me around.
My in-laws have had family members  appear after death. We have had a recent lost of my sister-inlaw and she was also a good freind of mine as well. She died of liver cancer in Nov. of 2007. But before she was really sick I told her to come to see our recently moved into house. I believe that she did com to visit us for a couple of days after she died. We have a rocking chair with a squeaky rocker and for a couple of days that rocking chair rocked at night on its own. So my sister-inlaw did make a visit after all.





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