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Strange Encounters

By: lost_lady_101@yahoo.com

I was in wal-mart walking by the pet food department and I saw a long haired black lab walk around the corner of one aisle and watched its tail dissappear around the corner when I ran up to look down the aisle there was nothing there. That was on Tuesday afternoon, Wednesday morning I woke to my 2 year old standing at the foot of my bed eyes blank just staring at something between his father and I. Around ten that morning I went to fasten him into his car seat and he pointed to something behind me I turned around and there was a yellow lab sitting about three feet away from me holding perfectly still just staring even when I shooed it nothing it just sat. My husband came out and asked what I was doing I turned towards him and told him the dog wouldnt go away and he said what dog as I turned back around there was nothing there. We got in and my son asks "mommy why you scare the puppy?" Then around six that evening my husband was driving us home from a christmas even party and up ahead in the road I saw a man cross and just stop in our lane so I shouted stop dont hit that man. My husband slowed and looked over and said baby there is noone there. I made him pull over and I got out and looked all around but I swear a man was standing in our lane. If I had been driving I would have gotten us rear ended because I would have slammed on my brakes so I didnt his the very solid looking man. For the past 3 days now I have seen things like this and heard children laughing and a woman screaming. Its like my 3rd eye has been opened wide and things are rushing in with bad reception because its not like I choose what or when I see these things or hear them. Not to mention my son is seeing some of them too. Its worrying me a little, its all ok until the line between reality and the other world cross I would have sworn the man in the road was solid not an apparation.




Paranormal Experience

By: lowestfrequency@yahoo.com
Growing up in rural Michigan I had several 'what the heck was that?' experiences.  Most were minor - a moving shadow or an uneasy feeling - but one stands out.
I was 8 to 10 years old (mid-80's) and my family had just returned from a vacation.  When we got out of the car my dad headed to the mailbox, my mom to her garden, and I lugged my suitcase inside the house.  All of the windows were shut and I pulled the garage door closed behind me.  Walking through the house I passed the bay window from which I could see my dad still in the road and my mom picking some vegetables.  The house was silent except for my footsteps on the carpet.
I walked into my room and put my suitcase down in the corner.  I heard a male voice laughing behind me...maybe in the doorway eight feet away.  It was a hearty laugh, loud and clear.  I spun around and there wasn't anyone in the doorway.  I ran back to the garage, through the door, and outside.  My father was just grabbing his suitcase from the car and my mother was pulling weeds.
I wasn't scared when I heard the voice but not having a tangible body to put with it did unnerve me a bit.  Following the event I was able to 'forget' and had no issues in the rest of the house.  It was only after I got older and interested in the paranormal did I realize I might have had a run-in with something.




My New/Old Haunted House

By:bear1dad2@aol.com

Two years ago, I bought a 126-year-old, 8,000 square-foot mansion in Missouri, just outside of Kansas City where I grew up.  My mother had owned and lived in the house for the previous fifteen years, slowly remodeling it.  She had done a great job maintaining its mid-1800s character, slowly bringing the wood work back to life, adding insulation, and replacing all of the plumbing and wiring.  I mention this because I have heard that a disturbance in the environment can cause spectral activity to begin.  I had seen the house only once as I live over 2,000 miles away, but I fell in love with it, immediately.
The first night I stayed over, I awoke in the middle of the night to huge blobs--about a dozen from golf ball- to basketball-size, floating around the room I was sleeping in.  This is the one and only time I have ever experienced anything like that.  I closed my eyes, said a prayer, and fell back to sleep in time.  I said nothing to my mother the next day until she asked me, “Well, did you see the blobs? One of the workers stayed down there the other night and said he wouldn’t stay in the house after dark again because of the blobs floating around him.”  She had not seen them and still hasn’t.  However, the previous owner told my mother a few years later that he loved what she had done to the front room, but he could never stay in there while the house was his because of the blobs!
During the summer of 2007, I went back to see my family.  I stayed downstairs again, and had several things happen.  It is important to note that I have never felt in danger, only uncomfortable.  My mom and her boyfriend went upstairs to go to bed.  I stayed downstairs in the first floor master suite.  For the next forty-five minutes, the heavy footsteps above my head were attributed to the two of them settling in for the night.  Finally, I decided I would go up and find out what was going on.  The entire upstairs was dark and still.  They were both long in bed.  I returned to my bedroom to hear the continued walking above me so I went out to the living room to sleep on the couch.  The walking continued above me, although there is only attic above the that living room.  I could also hear distant, quiet talk between a man and a woman, but I could not make out what they were saying and it seemed to be always somewhere else from were I was. 
The next morning, I decided maybe I would have a chat with myself--out loud, and if anyone else heard it, then maybe it would be for the better.  I sat on the end of the bed (it was now daylight so I felt comfortable to be in the bedroom again), and said that I was the new owner and the son of the woman they probably knew very well by now.  I really liked the house and hoped to continue my mother’s good work, but for now, I lived elsewhere.  I also mentioned something that I don’t suggest, but in this situation, I felt comfortable in doing so.  I told them that they seemed to have been there a long time, and so long as they agreed to stay out of the bathroom while I was in there, we could get along just fine together.  The following night was as quiet as could be.  I think their interest in me was satisfied.  
This past summer, 2008, was my third visit back.  Absolutely nothing happened.  I was ready, and nothing! Hey, that’s fine with me.  But one side note: My mother sat down to look at an album she had kept for all the years she had been doing the refurbishing.  She was showing me the huge change in the house from walls being ripped out and then rebuilt, and so on.  In well over half of the pictures, there were huge light anomalies.  There were smears, blobs, and strange twists of the image.  I mentioned this to my mother, who looked right at me and said, “You know, I haven’t taken a decent picture since I’ve lived in this house.  I’ve owned one crappy camera after another.  All the pictures look like this.  I have to throw most of them away because they are no good.”  I just smiled.  Right Mom! Every Polaroid, digital, and disposable camera she has ever had in the past fifteen years has had the same problem!



A Previous Haunting

By: alishokie_223@hotmail.com

hi im mike i have a story, true story of a hauting from a whila ago.. ok there it is.when i was only 7 yr old me and my family moved into a house creep house that was old and beat up but big. my mom had a bad feeling bout this house but didnt care cause it was a big house.me and my family lived here for a total of 1 yr. within this one yr there where lots of gasly noises and moauns and lots os heavy breathing, but no one was there we always hered ppl walking around when we were in the first floor and comming from the attict which was nailed shut.the door leading up that is. but we always here screams and that trerrifed us and then one day me and my older brother and younger got a hammer and broke the nails when my mom went out of the house. we opened the door to reveal blood on the walls of the stair case leading up to the attic there where floor boards missing in the stairs aswell and when we got up there(i was terifired but intreaged) there was a box of toys in the middle of the attic, (nothing else the floors where clean of dirt and the walls where clean too. then we heard a scream that echoed out of the other room in the attic and it approtached us and got louder we ran down the stairs screaming and the walls now didnt have any blood on them anymore. but we slammed the door shut and never went back in there again. a few days later my brother hound a small bat(baseball bat) under a stove in the house. after we moved out to a new area of the city and we never spoke of it again. but then i saw a man standing looking at me with no eyes. i screammed and ran as fast as i could and fell down a the stairs, i never felt any pain cause i was so scared. after than we never seen anything like that again and in the house we moved into my sister made a friend who collected old news papers and in on of em it said 12 people where murdered in that house we moved from with the attic. i still remember the feeling when we heard that ghost echo from the attic that got louder and louder and it still makes my heart raise into my throwt. now the house has been demolished cause no one moved in that house after we moved out it stood up there for yrs .then they took it down and bult a new house there in the play of the old one........ i know there was deffently ghost in that house but could they go into the new house and haunt the new tendants of that house or could they of moved on between the yrs of me growing up???? im now almost a adult so that was a while ago but their is a story, true story that still makes my heart stop just thinking of it agian.
 




A Personal Experience

By: Anonymous


I grew up with a mom who is wiccan and she is VERY psycic. She has told me acuratly if a lover and I will break up, when, if I will meet someone new and acurate descriptions of people I will meet. My mother told my roommate that the child she was having would be a girl and she was correct. My mom, to my amazement is the real deal. On hallowen our house is the most popular because the alter my mother sets up outside is very real. It is very fun and I grew up with a easy going view of the supernatural. I do tend to be very logical and I believe in a paranormal expierience if it does not seem like someone is bsing me. I keep my mind open. My mother does have headaches if she is around 'haunted' houses. She has migraines that will make her sick for days after being in one. She has had this happen to her several times in her life including once when I was a kid.
A few years ago when I was twenty-three I started having heart palipitaions and tachicardia. My heart rate went up to 181 at one point. I spent night after night in the emergency room and I was recommended to a cardiooligist. I went through that for several months before someone finally relized it was a seditive I took to help me sleep. The doctors took me off the sleep medication and I soon found out that I had become dependent on sleep aids. At the same time I had to get on a grey hound bus for a two day trip to move back with my parents because of the health problems. If you have ever traveled on grey hound you know how hard it is to sleep.
I was sleep deprived. I was told that I was sleeping but I did not relize it. I was not sleeping through the night, though. I was exhausted. I was depressed and I developed a phobia of the sound of a beating heart, heart medication commericials..ect. In short, my mental health was suffering and I had to make the choice to go into a psyciatric ward because it took a month to get an appointment with a psyciatrist. I did not want to wait that long.
The ward was in a regular city hospital. All the patiants were quiet and were there to heal. Nobody was dangerouse. There were patients with bipolor and other types of mental illness. Nobody was dangerouse. There are different levels of hospitals. This was a ward for anybody going through emotional difficulties.
I started to sleep the two days I was there. I was not dangerouse but they did have to give me something to sleep. I was having 'dreams' in which in my bathroom (patients had bathrooms in there rooms) I could hear a woman crying and throwing up all night. It was horrible and nightmarish. I could never see her because in the dream I was laying in bed. How can I describe this? Even though I was asleep and dreaming it felt like I was aware of everything going on. It never sounded quiet. It sounded like patiants were throwing fits and that someone would go by my room and wrap on the wall with a walker. And that poor woman threw up and cryed. She sounded misserable. The ward was actually always quiet nobody threw fits at night.
My mom had taught me how to interpret dreams. I figured mine showed my anxieties. I had been through hell. I wanted to sleep and I never gave one thought to the idea that the place was haunted or had residuel hauntings. I had greater concerns at the time.
However, my mom came to pick me up and she refused to enter the ward. i did not think anything of that either. We were driving home and she asked me how I had slept and if I had. I told her about the nightmares and how it was completely loud and I was still very exhaused. My mother was shocked and it showed on her face. She said, "Sarah, those were not just dreams. The psyciatric ward used to be a cancer ward. I was getting a migraine because there are patient who have not moved on." WOW. That shocked me. 
I never heard doctors mention that it had been cancer ward. The idea was never put into my head. Like I have said, I wanted to sleep again and to feel happy. I was concerned for my health. I believe my mom. She usually is incredabally acurate about these kinds of things. I honestly have gotten tired of finding out if me and a potential lover are not going to work out. SHE IS THAT ACURATE! However, I could not tell you if that ward was the former cancer ward. I simply do not know because none of the doctors ever mentioned it. I was sleep deprived and going through hell at the time. My emotional state could have been reflected in my dreams.
However, if I have learned anything about the paranormal is that it can be a very small world. The hospital in question is in Spencer, Iowa. Again, do not put that on your sight because of confidentiality. It is a regular city hospital with an emergency room, surgery rooms..ect. It is not a psyciatric hopital only. If a former nurse ever writes you or even a fomer patient I am  here to tell you that there may be something to their experience. The ward in question is still open. This was a few years ago that I was there.
 this is just a quircky experience that I wanted to share.




Ghost Story


By: fairyjester@cfl.rr.com

My story has been on going for a couple years now.
When I was nine we moved into our house. It’s a nice little place backed by a large ditch, behind the ditch is a large forest that I used to play in.
The house itself is unremarkable. It’s three bedrooms. The master bedroom is the first room you come to when you open the front door, straight in.
To the right there’s the door to the garage, to the left is the room we use as our living room. to the right of that room is the dinning room, with a entry into the kitchen.
From the left of the living room is the hallway with the bedrooms and the bathroom.
From the time when I first moved in I’ve never liked the bedroom at the end of the hall. It has a window that looks out on the front yard. The room I shared with my sister has a window that looks out onto the backyard. I’m not sure what it is about the room, but it’s a creepy feeling.
I was around… eleven when my older sister moved out. By that time it had been a while since I’d gotten any creepy feelings in the second bedroom. I was pleased with the idea of having my own room.
I moved my bed in there, got everything set up and prepared for the ‘grown up’ life that I wanted.
The first couple days were ok, I had strange nightmares about something coming in from the ditch, something I couldn’t explain.
Finally, about a month after I’d been sleeping in the room I woke up suddenly from one of those dreams.
I laid they for a while, not really sure of what woke me up, than I realized that the music box my grandma had given me a year ago was on. The music box was shaped like a carousel horse and had a switch on the bottom of it that turned the music on. I sat up and took if down from the shelf above my head and turned the switch off, I figured that maybe my cat go up on the shelf and brushed against it. I laid back down to go to sleep, it was lying there that I first saw Him.
I don’t know what made me look up into the doorway of my bedroom (at the time I slept with the door open,) but I did and standing there was a man, clear as day. For a moment I was sure that someone must have broken into the house. From the light coming off the nightlight near the door I saw that his mouth was moving quickly, but no sound was coming out. It was almost like he was screaming at me.
He took a step forward and vanished. I slept in the living room that night.
I finally got the nerve to sleep in my room again, after about a week of sleeping on the sofa, and that night I had the same creepy nightmare and woke up to find a child shape sitting on the end of my bed, staring at me. It vanished when I turned the light on.
I ended up spending the next year sleeping on the floor in my sister’s room because my mom wouldn’t let me move my stuff in with her.
I also couldn’t change in my room without getting the feeling of being watched. I would glance at the mirror (It’s the type that sits on the dresser,) and see a face staring at me, one that wasn’t my own.
My older sister finally move back home and I ended up back in the other bedroom with my sister. I thought that would make it go away, but I would sometimes see the man standing in the doorway late at night, he’d stand there staring at me, mouth moving, forming words I didn’t understand.
Three years ago some major changes happen. My oldest sister broke up with her husband, lost her house and had to movie in with my mom and dad, along with her two kids. My youngest older sister had her boyfriend living in the house with her. The living arrangements were this:
My two oldest sisters slept in one room along with my youngest nephew (belonging to the first sister I talked about.) My oldest sister’s kids slept in the second bedroom with me. And my sister and her boyfriend had the living room.
It was weird at first but we all got used to it. The weird things had calmed down since I had moved to the other bedroom, but it picked up again when my sister moved in.
I was trying to get to sleep, it was around one in the morning and I saw the child shape again, but this time it was sitting at the end of my niece’s bed. I sat up, but before I could say anything my niece woke up screaming. She said it was a nightmare, and I had a feeling it was probably the same one I had when I was younger.
Things like this happened a lot.
They moved out last year and things calmed down for the most part. Until my youngest older sister moved away.
I now had a bedroom all to myself. I was trying, once again, to get to sleep (I’ve always had trouble sleeping in this house.) and I looked at my doorway and the man was standing there, but this time I could hear him whispering, it was gibberish. I turned over and pulled the pillow over my head but the room got so cold. I ended up turning my TV on and closing my bedroom door.
The oddest happening happened just a couple months ago, and it’s been a while since anything happened, and it was the first time it had ever happened.
I was messing around with a couple of the other teenagers in the area, we were crossing the ditch and going over to the woods behind the houses. The way we cross is there’s an area with two large pipes that stick out in the water, surrounding the pipes are these rocky things that you can slid down but also grip with your hands. They’re kind of smooth and hard to hold when wet.
We were coming back, the others had crossed just fine, I was the last one over. The first thing that happened was my hand slipped and I started sliding down, I felt as if someone had grabbed my arm and stopped me before I reached the water.
I was about to step down into the water to get across when I heard someone yell my name and say very loudly in my ear to stop.
I looked down at there was a snake in the water, right where I was about to put my foot. My friend came back across and got rid of the snake. I got home ok but when I went to take a shower later that night I looked at my are and I hard a hand print bruise on my arm.
I don’t know if it was one of the ghosts from the house, but something stopped me from falling and from getting bitten by the snake.
So, I guess, even if the ghosts scare me, they’re looking out for me too.
I also found out something very strange in the last couple weeks. A year before we moved in, the boyfriend of the former owner of the house went missing. Police arrested the woman and charged her with his murder, even though they never found the body. There was talk that she might have dumped him into the main drainage ditch (which is a mile from my house.) the body would have been washed into the river.
I don’t know if the ghost is the murdered man, but he did help me I think, and I haven’t had anything happen in the house for a while, so alls well that ends well I guess.  



Ghosts


By: oceanmarine@tpg.com.au

Hi there, I would like to share some of my experiences, my name is Charlotte.
I grew up in a very old part of Southern England and my Auntie and Uncle lived in a home which is now about 200 years old. When she moved in it was in a bad state. It was a victorian home and very reminiscent of the era. My two cousins at the time were age 8 and 10, and I spent a lot of time round at their place.
I slept over quite regularly when I was little, but as I got older I started noticing things. I was sharing my older cousins bunk bed and I woke to hear what sounded like children running up and down the old wooden hallway. I heard cupboards creaking and opening. The sound, if it had only happened once, could have been put down to pipes under the floorboards, but was exactly as if my cousins were running up and down the hallway.I couldn't sleep that night, and asked my auntie if I could go home to my mum.
The next time I slept over, my cousins and I made a camp under the bunk, and all three of us slept in it. The same sounds recurred that night, and this time my cousins asked me 'what was that?'. I said (protective instinct kicking in) 'its just your mum'. However I was scared out of my mind. I slept with the blankets pulled over my head and the pillows blocking my ears though I could still hear every little sound, it even seemed to get louder.
It always started after dark and did not cease until I eventually tired myself out from fear and went to sleep. It was constant running up and down.
The next day I told my mum and Auntie and they told me it was just mice under the floorboards and I said but mice are only little, this sounds like a child running up and down. They never really said much else.It happened a few more times, and every time after that I asked my auntie if I could go home because I was sick, or missed my mum (I was only little).
The year before I moved to Australia, I was 14 and babysitting my cousins with my mum. About 11'30 pm we were downstairs watching TV, and mum fell asleep. I could hear the running up and down even then, but being older I went to the kitchen to see if it really was the pipes. The pipes were not making any noise. I then heard a massive crash, which sounded like something had been tipped over. Mum woke up and went upstairs to check it out, she came back down looking uneasy but told me that one of my cousins had fallen out of bed.We confronted my auntie and I knew she knew about the strange happenings, but didn't want to say anything because of her girls.
Years later, living in Australia, I tell my mum and she knew the reason I came home all those nights was because of the noises. She also tells me that when she went upstairs the girls were sound asleep and not one of them had moved, so the huge crash was something unseen or that we ourselves couldn't explain. My Auntie has since moved and I'm glad.
I have had other experiences and often get goosebumps when something is up or I sense a presence. My mum was pregnant with twins after she had me, and they were both boys. She was going to call them Jack and Tom. My brother Jack was born but Tom was lost, as mum believes and she only ended up having one.  I'd always known this and I feel like my brothers brilliant musical ability is inspired by his lost brother, although I believe 'Tom' is still around.
A few months ago I came home and went straight upstairs to my room to put my bag down, and I remember as clear as ever (jacks room is next to mine) walking past him sitting at his desk and going to the bathroom, I even said hey Jack. Thinking he was engrossed in a computer game and didnt hear me, I shrugged and carried on. I went downstairs only to find Jack on the couch watching TV. I stood there and according to jack looked really shocked, and said weren't you just upstairs? He said no, I put it down to me being silly.
Later I kept seeing a little black cat in my house out of the corner of my eye, or flashes of a cat, or the presence, its hard to explain. I have a large tabby cat called chloe and she is huge, this little cat kept appearing in the laundry by my cats food bowl or just sitting nonchalantly in the kitchen. The previous owner of our house had a lot of cats. I even got attacked by one of them when we were moving all of our things in when we first moved there.
Later on I told mum what had happened with Jack and also seeing the cat. She told me that Jack had spoken to her earlier and was a bit freaked out about me seeing 'him' upstairs AND downstairs and he had also been seeing a cat around the house. We told my mum this on seperate occasions and she thought it was quite strange but because we were in tune with each other we see the same things.
 She thinks it is Tom that I saw upstairs, and I wasn't scared, just upset because I would love to have two twin brothers. She has also seen him, almost like a protection to Jack. Tom is growing up with Jack in the spirit world and every time mum goes to see a psychic she is told that a strong presence with a name beginning with T is coming through. It isn't scary because its real and he wants to make himself a part of our lives.
I am now 22 and Mum has taught me that these things aren't anything to be scared of. If I see a sudden flash out of the corner of my eye, I know it is something more. However I try to be really positive as I know that this seeing things can create fear but as I said, I'm not scared. I'm quite interested to explore it a bit more.
Thanks for listening :)



Growing Up in My House

By: SHAEC@uwyo.edu
 

My house is haunted.  I always knew it, but I didn’t realize until I left it that the things that happened in my house were NOT the things that happened in other people’s houses. 
Someone, usually ten or twelve times a night, would seem to come into our enclosed front porch and into the living room, until one night, after a party, my mother tried to shut the inside door only to have it rebound against her as though it had hit some very large person.  No one was in the porch.  After that, the sounds would only be of someone coming into the porch but not into the living room.
My sister and I separately saw a dark, shapeless form that hovered at the end of our beds.  Also, at night, my sister’s closet doors would sound as though they had opened and that someone was pulling heavy luggage down from the top shelf.  This “traveler” did this most nights, at least once.  Her radio would turn on and turn up its own volume.  I would hear my parents calling me only to realize I was in the house alone.
A friend who stayed over got up in the night to go to the bathroom, but it sounded to him as though the bathtub were filling, so he waited.  After about an hour, he couldn’t wait anymore (there’s only one bathroom), and he wondered why the tub was still filling.  When he finally nudged the door open, the sounds were still happening, but no water was in the tub and the light was off.
My brother has also seen things, not the shapeless form but more of an impish creature leering at him from the top of the open bedroom door.  Things have pushed the bed up under us.  One bedroom, that has no electrical stuff in it at all except the light, gives most people who go in it a very negative feeling of being watched.
There’s far too much to tell, really.  I am always surprised when people say they don’t believe.  They’ve obviously never been to my house.




LAKE PERFIDY AND SENECA WAR DRUMS

By: 157east@comcast.net
 

GROWING UP IN SALAMANCA NEW YORK I SPENDT ALOT OF TIME ON THE ALLEGHENY RIVER FISHING  AND CAMPING. IN 1965 THE ARMY CORPS OF ENGINEERS FINISHED THE KINZUA DAMN AGAINST THE WISHES OF THE SENECA NATION OF INDIANS. THE U.S. GOVERMENT BROKE THE LONGEST STANDING TREATY IN THE NATIONS HISTORY BY IGNORING THE SENECA'S PLIGHT AND FLOODING OVER 12,000 ACRES OF INDIAN RESERVATION LAND. IN THE PROCESS THEY FLOODED A SACRED INDIAN CEMETERY CONTAINING THE CHIEF CORNPLANTER . TO THE SENECAS THE BODY OF WATER BEHIND KINZUA DAMN IS NOW KNOW AS LAKE PERFIDY AND MANY BITTER SENECA'S TELL THEIR CHILDREN AND GRANDCHILDREN THAT NO ONES KNOWS FOR SURE WHO'S BONES LIE BENEATH THE TRANSPLANTED CORNPLANTER GRAVE ABOVE THE WATERS OF THE LAKE. THE WAY THE MOVING TOOK PLACE, THE REMAINS COULD BE THOSE OF ANOTHER INDIAN FROM THE OLD CEMETERY. THE GREAT CORNPLANTER COULD NOW BE RESTING BENEATH THE WATERS OF THE RESERVOIR.
I SPENDT MANY NIGHTS WITH FRIENDS FISHING ON THE ALLEGHENY, WE WOULD TAKE OUR CANOE, LOAD UP WITH SUPPLIES AND SPEND 3 OR 4 DAYS CAMPING AND FISHING. WE WOULD SET UP TENTS ON SMALL SPOIL ISLANDS OR SAND BARS AND FISH AND GENERALLY HAVE A GOOD TIME. AT NIGHT WE WOULD HAVE BONFIRES GOING TO KEEP WARM AND LIGHT THE NITE. THE ALLEGHENY RUNS THRU SOME PRETTY RUGGED COUNTRY WITH NOTHING BUT WILDERNESS AROUND SO A GROUP OF TEENAGED BOYS ARE PRETTY MUCH OUT ON THEIR OWN. SEVERAL TIMES WE WOULD HEAR DRUMS  BEATING OFF IN THE DISTANCE , THEY SUPPOSEDLY WERE SENECA WAR DRUMS PLANNING REVENGE FOR THE DESECRATION OF CORNPLANTERS GRAVE. WHILE THE DRUMS WERE PLAYING THE NITE WOULD GROW ABSOLUTELY QUITE AND IT SEEMED TO BECOME EVEN DARKER , SITTING AWAY FROM THE CAMPFIRE I FELT LIKE I WAS LEFT OUT IN THE DARK LOOKING IN, NOT SHARING IN THE LIGHT, IT WAS A VERY LONELY AND DEPRESSING FEELING. ONE TIME WHILE THIS WAS GOING ON I LOOKED OUT OVER THE RIVER AND SAW WHAT SEEMED TO ME TO BE AN IROQUOIS RAIDING PARTY RUSHING DOWN THE RIVER IN SEVERAL CANOES, THEY WERE ALL IN TRADITIONAL INDIAN DRESS WITH WAR PAINT, BOWS, SPEARS, AND  ARROWS, THE LAST BRAVE STARED DIRECTLY AT ME BEFORE RUSHING OUT OF SIGHT , IT SEEMED TO GET EXTREMELY COLD AND I COULD SEE MY BREATH EVEN THOUGH THE TEMPERATURE WAS IN THE LOW SIXTIES AT THE TIME, MY ONE FRIEND MIKE ALSO SAW THE WAR PARTY AND FELT THE SAME  AS ME, BUT THE TWO OTHER GUYS WITH US WERE OFF ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE SAND BAR FISHING AND SAW NOTHING. WE WERE WELL INTO THE WILDERNESS AND AT LEAST A GOOD FIFTEEN TO TWENTY MILES FROM ANYBODY OR ANYTHING. I ALWAYS FELT THAT CERTIAN PLACES SEEM TO HOLD ENERGY OR MAJIC, SOME GOOD AND SOME DARKER,  AND WHAT WE SAW WAS A GLIMPSE OF A DARKER  PAST RUSHING BY, THAT WAS OVER 25 YEARS AGO AND TO THIS DAY I BELIEVE



One Other Incident

By: Anonymous

I recently wrote of some Paranormal incidents in my life which was posted under True Stories - Real Experiences on Page Thirteen, Story Page 450 as "Two Incidents" (at the very top of the page), and after talking with my younger brother, we remembered another incident that happened to us around the same time.
My Grandmother died when I was 13½ , so this happened between to me between the age of 9 (when I was allowed to walk home from school) and 13 (when my Grandmother was still healthy).
I was walking home from school one day and did not remember anything strange happening during that time, and when I arrived home, I found my Grandmother and my younger brother sitting on the front porch (I seem to remember that my younger brother was sick that day from school), and they were both upset over what had just happened.
They both had seen me walk past our house and go inside the neighbor's house next door (a Fire Captain, which we were good neighbors with), and they were ready to go after me and bring me home, when after a very short period of time, I actually came walking up to our house "in the flesh" so to speak.
I was told of this supposed "bi-location" feat (my words), and I denied knowing of ever going to the house next door, which I guess my Grandmother and my younger brother finally believed me, but we could not offer any explanation as to what really happened that day.
It wasn't until my teen years and early adult years that I became interested in Paranormal science because of the incidents that had happened in my life, and then I realized that this was a true "bi-location" incident, and that it been witnessed by two witnesses on that day, who had NO reason to lie or fabricate this sighting.




Scary Happening

By: tghoule@gsinet.net!

I WAS 23 AT THE TIME THIS HAPPENED TO ME. IT WAS EARLY  MORNING 2 DAYS AFTER SURGERY, I WASN'T ON ANY PAIN MEDS BECAUSE THEY MADE ME SICK. I GOT UP TO GO TO THE BATHRM..... UPON COMMING BACK TO MY BED AND LAYING MY HEAD ON THE PILLOW. A GRAY SMOKE OR DUST STARTED FILTERING IN MY ROOM FROM THE CORNER OF THE CIELING( LOOK LIKE INK LEAKING INTO A GLASS OF WATER) I SAT IN FEAR BECAUSE SOON I HEARD LOUD BASS BOOMING SOUND AND LOTS OF VOICES, I COULDN'T MAKE OUT WHAT THEY WERE SAYING, BUT I WAS FROZEN IN FEAR. I REACHED FOR MY HUSBAND SHAKING HIM HARD BUT HE WOULD NOT COME OUT OF HIS SLEEP. IT WAS SO LOUD!!!!! THE FEAR I FELT WAS AWFUL, NEVER FELT ANYTHING LIKE IT. I LAID THERE AND SAID "OH GOD, I DON'T WANT TO DIE" AS SOON AS THE WORDS LEFT MY MOUTH THE VOICES AND NOISE WENT INSTANTLY SILENT AND THE GRAY DUST SUCKED RIGHT BACK TO THE CORNER OF THE CIELING AND WAS GONE. THIS INCIDENT HAUNTS ME TO THIS DAY...... NEVER WANT TO EXPERIANCE ANYTHING LIKE THAT AGAIN!!!!



My Parents First Home

By: 157EAST@comcast.net


WHEN I WAS 13 MY PARENTS PURCHASED THEIR FIRST HOME, THIS IS IN A VERY SMALL UPSTATE NEW YORK TOWN. THE HOUSE WAS LOCATED ON A SIDE OF A HILL WITH NOTHING BUT WOODLAND BEHIND IT. WE HAD A BACKYARD, A LIGHT LINE OF TREES, ANOTHER OPEN YARD SPACE AND THEN A SMALL PINE TREE GROVE AND AFTER THAT HEAVY TREES AND FOREST. ON THE SECOND OPEN YARD BEFORE THE PINE TREES WAS A SMALL HOUSE THAT BURNED DOWN IN THE EARLY 30'S, ALL THAT WAS LEFT WAS SOME OF THE FOUNDATION, LATER DURING MY TROUBLES I FOUND OUT THAT THE FAMILY LIVING IN THIS HOUSE LOST 2 BOYS AND 1 LITTLE GIRL IN THE FIRE, BOTH PARENTS AND ANOTHER SMALL GIRL SURVIVED, IT WAS THOUGHT THAT THE FIRE WAS STARTED BY ONE OF THE CHILDREN PLAYING WITH MATCHES.
  I NEVER LIKED THIS HOUSE EVEN FROM THE BEGINNING, IT HAD A STRANGE ROOM ADDED TO A BATH THAT WAS ALWAYS COLD, AND THE WHOLE HOUSE JUST DID NOT FEEL RIGHT, IT WAS LIKE I NEVER FELT LIKE I BELONGED THERE. AFTER A FEW YEARS MY OLDER BROTHER FINISHED OFF THE BASEMENT INTO 2 SEPERATE BEDROOMS, I GOT ONE AND HE MOVED INTO THE OTHER ONE, BUT BEING MUCH OLDER THAN ME, HE DID NOT SPEND ALOT OF TIME IN HIS ROOM, RIGHT FROM THE START THINGS WERE NOT RIGHT, THERE WERE ALWAYS LOUD NOISES AND BUMPS AND BANGS, EVEN DURING THE DAY , BUT AT NIGHT IT WAS WORSE,  MY BED WAS RIGHT NEXT TO THE WALL AND I HAD A CHAIR NEXT TO THE BED FOR A SMALL NIGHT STAND, ALSO THE BASEMENT WAS SUNK INTO THE GROUND AND I HAD ONE SMALL WINDOW THAT WAS UP AT THE TOP OF THE ROOM ABOVE THE BED, IT WAS AT GROUND LEVEL ON THE OUTSIDE OF THE HOUSE AND DURING THE WINTER IT WAS COMPLETELY COVERED BY SNOW. MANY TIMES THE CHAIR NEXT TO MY BED WOULD SLIDE AND RATTLE ACROSS THE CONCRETE FLOOR, I WOULD FEE L AN EVIL PRESENCE AND SEE DARKNESS OUT OF THE CORNER OF MY EYE, CLOTHES WOULD FLY OFF THE HANGERS IN THE CLOSET, I WOULD EXPERIENCE SHARP STABBING PAINS ALL OVER MY BODY LIKE SOMEONE STICKING ME WITH A SHARP OBJECT. AT NIGHT THE BED WOULD VIOLENTLY SHAKE WITH EXTREMELY LOUD BANGINGS THRU OUT THE ROOM AND ON ALL THE WALLS AND CEILING.
  MY FATHER WAS A PRETTY VIOLENT PERSON AND ACCUSED ME OF ALL THE NOISES AND OTHER HAPPENINGS AND WOULD PUNISH ME SEVERLY, SO I WAS PRETTY MUCH FORCED TO STAY IN THIS ROOM DURING THE NIGHT. I NEVER SLEPT VERY GOOD AND AT TIMES IT SEEMED THAT I WOULD BE TAKEN ON TRIPS OUT OF MY BODY, SOMETIMES IT SEEMED LIKE I WAS GOING INTO THE PAST, OTHER TIMES I WOULD SEE THE BURNING HOUSE AND FEEL THE FLAMES, SOMETIMES I WOULD TRAVEL TO DIFFERENT PLACES AROUND THE TOWN. I WAS FRIGHTENED AND HAD NO ONE TO TURN TO, I WENT TO CHURCH AND TRIED TO TALK TO THE PRIEST, BUT COULD NOT BRING UP THE COURAGE, I DID GET A SMALL ROSARY WITH A CROSS ON IT AND HUNG IT IN MY ROOM, AFTER THAT THINGS SEEMED TO GET WORSE, THE CHAIR WOULD BE FLUNG ACROSS THE ROOM, ALONG WITH SMALL OBJECTS, I COULD NOT SLEEP AT ALL, THE BED WOULD BANG ALL OVER AND A HEAVY WEIGHT WOULD PRESS DOWN ON ME AND I COULD NOT GET UP, I WOULD TRY WITH ALL OF MY MIGHT TO RISE UP OUT OF BED JUST TO TURN ON THE LIGHT AND IT WOULD BE NEXT TO IMPOSSIBLE, I WOULD CONTINUE TO TRY TO GET UP AND IT WAS LIKE WALKING IN THICK LIQUID WITH EVERY MOVE RESISTING ME, SOMETIMES I WAS ABLE TO GET TO THE LIGHT SWITCH AND GET THE LIGHT ON, THE BANGING AND MOVING OBJECTS WOULD SLOWLY SETTLE DOWN AND I FELT SLIGHTLY BETTER, I WOULD STAY UP ALL NIGHT PRACTIALLY SCARED TO DEATH.
  AFTER ENDURING THIS FOR AWHILE I WENT TO THE LIBRIARY AND RESEARCHED THE PROPERTY AND FOUND OUT ABOUT THE HOUSE AND FAMILY IN THE BACK. I TRIED TO TELL MY DAD ABOUT THIS, BUT HE WAS HAVING NONE OF IT, HE FELT  I WAS ACTING OUT AND DOING EVERYTHING MYSELF. ONE OF THE LAST NIGHTS I EVER SPENDT IN THE HOUSE WAS THE ABSOLUTE WORST, I AM STILL SCARED THINKING ABOUT IT AND HOPE AND PRAY THAT I NEVER HAVE TO GO THRU ANYTHING LIKE IT AGAIN, I KNOW I CAN NOT ENDURE ANOTHER RITUAL LIKE IT, EVER. I FELL ASLEEP WITH THE LIGHT ON WITH VERY LITTLE HAPPENINGS GOING ON, WHEN I COULD NOT CATCH MY BREATH, THE LITE WENT OUT, THE BED WAS VIOLENTLY SHAKING WITH THE BLANKETS  ALL PULLED UP AROUND ME AND I WAS DOWN IN THE MIDDLE WITH SOMETHING CRUSHING MY CHEST, THE WALLS WERE BANGING, MY LITTLY ROSARY WAS UPSIDE DOWN AND FLAMING BLACK IN FRONT OF MY FACE,  THE BEADS WERE FLYING ALL OVER THE PLACE, EVERYTHING WAS IN AN UPROAR, I WAS DEATHLY AFRAID THAT THE HOUSE WAS ON FIRE SO I STRUGGLED WITH EVERY ONCE OF STRENGTH I HAD TO GET UP AND OUT OF THE BED, AFTER WHAT SEEMED FOREVER I WAS ABLE TO MAKE IT TO THE LIGHT SWITCH AND GET THE LIGHTS ON, EVRYTHING WAS GETTING BACK TO NORMAL WHEN THE LIGHT SUDDENLY WENT BACK OUT AND I COULD NOT TURN THEM ON AGAIN, I WAS THEN SLAMMED INTO THE CORNER OF THE ROOM ABOVE THE BED, I SAW A VERY DARK, DEMONIC FIGURE SITTING ON THE CHAIR I USED FOR A NITE STAND STARING AT ME, THE BEST WAY I CAN EXPLAIN IT IS, IT WAS A REPTILIAN FIGURE WITH WHAT SEEMED LIKE A PURPLE CATHOLIC VESTMENT ON OR AROUND IT, I CAN STILL SEE IT CLEARLY AND IN A WAY IT STILL HAUNTS ME TO THIS DAY. EVERYTHING WAS FLYING VIOLENTLY AROUND , THE WALLS  AND CEILING WERE BANGING  AND KNOCKING ABOUT, THEY WERE EVEN BOWING OUT LIKE SOMETHING HUGE WAS PUSHING AGAINST THEM FROM THE OTHER SIDE, I DO NOT KNOW HOW I GOT OUT BUT THE HOUSE HAD A NATURAL GAS FIRED WATER HEATER AND THE PILOT LITE MUST OF CAUGHT SOMETHING ON FIRE, TH E HOUSE WAS BURNING, I MADE IT OUT OF THE BASEMENT WITH A BROCKEN ARM, A BROKEN COLLAR BONE AND SOME BANGED UP RIBS, MY FAMILY MADE IT OUT OF THE HOUSE WITH NO PROBLEMS AND MY DAD PUT THE SMALL FIRE OUT, I ENDED UP MOVING TO LONG ISLAND TO LIVE WITH MY GRAND PARENTS AFTER THAT. MY PARENTS ARE NOW BOTH GONE, MY GRANDPARENTS WHO RAISED ME WITH LOVE AND AFFECTION ARE ALSO GONE AND THEY ARE WHO I TRULY MISS AND WHO I LOOK FORWARD TO MEETING AGAIN ON THE OTHER SIDE THE MOST,  THING SEEM BETTER WITH ONLY SMALL OCCURANCES EVERY NOW AND THEN, BUT NOTHING LIKE WHAT I WENT THRU, THE FEW PEOPLE I TALK TO ALL THINK I JUST MADE IT UP TO COVER MY ABUSIVE PARENTS, I KNOW WHAT I WENT THRU AND HOPE WITH MY DYING BREATH TO NEVER MEET THAT FATE AGAIN



Don't Drive Alone at Night

By: aj_mh@hotmail.com

I have had alot of thing's happen to me in my life, from seeing eye's in the corner of my room to being slapped by something that I could not see, so I am very open to anything and everything that some would think was weird or crazy. my mom how ever is not so for her to tell me about what happened to her I know is true. I am 28 now and this happened a few years before I was born. my mom was a FHA teacher for 15 years so she went to FHA meetings alot. one night she was at a get to gather for school and it was getting late and as she was getting ready to go one of her friends car wouldn't start so my mom said she would take her home, as they where driving her friend and her where talking not even thinking about how far out in the middle of no where they wear. finely they got to her house and my mom dropped her off and started home, it was a very calm night and very dark almost eary calm, as she was driving down the road she started to fill uneasy so she tried to blow it off until she turned down a back road to the highway I cant think of the name of the road but I do know there was quite a few fatal accidents on that road because of how winde it is. so as she was driving she looked over and saw this thing running right beside her it was as big as a cow and it's eyes glowed green she got so scared, she stepped on the gas and was going 85mph and the thing kept right up with her and never slowed down at one point she even made eye to eye with it. that thing ran 85mph with my mom for about 12 mil. tell she hit the highway and then it was gone. she never found out what it was nor did she ever go down that road agene. she has only had 2 things happen to her in her life that she couldn't explain and that was one of them the other was when she went to bed one night when she was a teen she just got into bed and looked over at her closet and there was something that looked like a man floating with a glow around it coming at her, she ran and told her mom and her mom told her it was nothing so she went back to bed and she saw it agene and ran out and sleep on the couch.


Sidney Street, Saint Louis, MO

By: anonymous
 
Let me start with the usual, "I never believed in hauntings until it happened to me". I am a very conservative, level-headed person who does not take to flights of fancy. I would have put most of this into the, "There must be a logical explanation for this" category, but several other people witnessed these happenings.
When it came time to buy my first home, I wanted what most young people want, as much house as my money could buy. This meant buying in the city instead of the suburbs and looking for a fixer-upper. I interviewed realtors and started the search for my dream house. After looking at about 25 houses, eliminating each one for various reasons, I received the call that a house was available, but wasn't yet on the market. The owner had passed away and the estate was looking for a quick cash sale. It was in my price range.
"Would you be interested in looking at?"
"I'll meet you there in 15 minutes!"
As I pulled up to the address given me, I knew this was the home I was looking for. (I have goose-flesh typing this, that's how excited I was!) It was perfect. A brick three story French Revival built in the 1880's that was a little down on it's luck, but with great bones. The grass was overgrown and the paint was peeling, but I could tell it was a gem waiting for a polish.

  

  The realtor pulled up and the first words out of my mouth were, "I'll take it."
 "Wouldn't you like to look at it first?"
 "Oh. Yeah. But I want it."
Up three limestone steps, across the brick walkway, three more limestone steps, and we were at the double entry doors. The 19th century version of storm doors. Inside a small vestibule are another set of double doors. We entered a wonderful entrance hall with a three story walnut staircase, dirty, but untouched since it was built. In fact that's what really put this house over the top. All of the woodwork in the house was original and untouched.  A double parlor, diningroom, kitchen, breakfast room and a 1950's half bath made up the first floor. Four bedrooms and 1 bathroom on the second floor and two small servant's bedrooms as well as a large nursery make up the third floor. My full price offer was accepted later that day. Closing came two weeks later.
Now comes the weirdness. My first action was to upgrade all the house systems. I couldn't live there until there until I felt safe with the electrical work, so that came first. I called the electrician several of my friends had used prior, and he started several days after I closed on the house. Then I started getting calls from Joe, the electrician, about his tools and supplies turning up in different parts of the house. Areas he wasn't working in at the time. I chalked it up to absent mindedness, or his apprentice playing tricks on him. When I told my friends about these incidents, I was told in no uncertain terms that Joe wouldn't make that kind of stuff up. I had an alarm system added, just in case.
And then it happened to me. I was working in the front yard, and that feeling of being watched came over me. On my knees, planting flowers, facing the house, I assumed a neighbor had come over to great me and welcome me to the neighborhood. I looked up and in the window looking out at me was a man I had never seen before. I knew I was the only person there. Joe hadn't arrived yet, so that meant I had a squatter! I jumped up and ran up the stairs into the house. All of ten seconds had past at the most, and I was were the man had stood. Nobody there. I dialed 911 and said I had an intruder. He couldn't have left the house as the back door had a security look that takes a key even on the inside. All the windows had been sealed shut. I locked the front door, also a security/keyed lock and started searching for him. No one on the first floor or the basement. The basement also has a door but as you may have guessed, it also has a security lock.
The police arrived and searched the house and of course we came up empty handed. I was/am adamant that someone had to be in the house. There was a man. I saw him clear as day. He couldn't have left without my seeing him. The officers were nice, but a little patronizing and said I should call if he came back. Well, now I was truly pissed. And confused. Did I just imagine it? No use worrying about it now. Just remember to set the alarm and get the house ready for moving day.
And I can remember the mystery man's expression as if it was yesterday instead of 15 years ago. He was looking at me with a quizzical look mixed with a kind of satisfaction on his face. A kind face. Joe completed his work quickly and I moved in. I didn't even bother to paint before taking up residence. I was that anxious to be in my own home.

Work kept me busy for the next few months so nothing really was accomplished on the house. I met a few neighbors and was happy to know that almost everyone had lived there for many years prior to me. A nice stable neighborhood is important in the city. I felt very welcome. Until I started redecorating. Then strange incidents became quite commonplace. My keys would end up missing. And I never misplace my keys. Weird knocking sounds. Footfalls on the staircase leading up from the basement. Sounds. Not house settling sounds, knocking. I know house sounds, I grew up in an old house. I did not mention these things to anyone. Who wants their friends to think they're crazy? Not me. I passed it off as stress from work. And then came the house party.
A lot of neighbors came by to see what I've done to the place and of course my friends came. Lots of ooo's and aaah's .Everyone had a great time and I heard from several people about the man who lived in the home prior to me.
"He was a nice guy."
"Kept to himself but a really nice guy."
"He really loved this house. And he was such a nice man."
"Never really knew him, but he seemed nice."
If I heard it once, I heard it a hundred times. Maybe that's why the house has such a warm feeling about it. From the first moment, I felt welcome and comfortable in the house. But my next door neighbor, who had lived there for over thirty years, creeped me out by saying, "So, has Tony let you know he's still here?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"Tony told me he loved this house so much, he'd never leave it."
"Well... that's nice. It is a great house. I can understand why he felt that way."
Just my luck, my neighbor's a nutjob.
Fast forward a couple months and I adopt a rescue a dog from the animal shelter. Bella was just a sad image of a dog when she and I become a family. And I loved her from the start. But many times, she would just stare at a corner of the TV room. Sometimes out a dead sleep she'd wake up and stare at the corner, head tilting back and forth. I assumed it was some kind of personality tick.
A few more months go by with a few things happening once in awhile. Like my coffee cup sitting out on the counter in the morning, waiting for me. Though never anything I could quantify as paranormal. I never even thought along those lines. A few friends would say things when they visited, like "Did you see that?" or "Who's in the basement?". I would always tell them that their imagination was getting the better of them. And every now and then my neighbor would ask if I'd seen Tony yet.
Crazy ol' bat.
More time, more small things happen. Probably the oddest thing up to that time was that I never had to dust the furniture. Ever. Now, I'm a neat freak, but old homes get dusty. I used to follow my cleaning lady and redust after she left at my apartment. Not here though. She quit after three weeks without really giving a reason. And then I hired a friend to house/dogsit while I went on vacation. Jackie claims she's sensitive to spirits and told me there's one in my home. I smile at her with that, "Sure, whatever you say" smile.
"He doesn't like women."
"So you don't want to housesit?"

"I'm not afraid of him. When do you want me?"
When I came home from holiday I found a note on the kitchen table which said my friend was asleep when she was hit with a rather large painting that hangs in the guest room she was staying in. It didn't just fall off the wall. That painting was a good 6 feet from the bed. "It was Tony, and he was unhappy that I was here. I'm taking Bella to my house and staying there. I don't think he wanted to hurt me, just scare me." I never told her that name. And she didn't ask any neighbor including the lady next door. I asked around. Weird. Creepy. And yes, the painting was dented where it hit her, yet the heavy filigree frame was unmarred. It would have broken if it had hit the floor.
More time and I found myself in a relationship with my partner/lover/husband/whatever. He moves in and everything is great. We adopt another dog. 6 weeks old. Sweet as a lamb. He starts with the head-tilt stare too. Time for redecorating again. More walking when no one's there. Things come off walls. No bent nails or broken picture wire, they just fall off without damage to the frames. Sometimes we would hang something else in it's place and all would be well. As if Tony was saying, "That doesn't look good there".But it came to a head one night at dinner.
No less than eight people can confirm this. We were seated at the dinner table having our salad course when we heard the basement door open and close. Footsteps then cross the basement and are heard coming up the stairs. (This staircase empties into the back service hall near the dining room We're looking at each other thinking, "What the hell is that?" We hear the basement door at the top of the stairs open and shut followed by a few more footsteps and then we ALL see the dining room door open wide, very deliberately and then it closes with a click of the latch. No slamming or anything like that. Done just as if you or I had done it. Very wide eyes scanned around the table at each other. And a few mouths agape. I put up a brave front and just shrugged my shoulders and kept eating my salad. Inside, I almost wet myself. Most of my friends never came over after that. And I became a believer in the paranormal, although I still think most things can be explained in a logical way.
We moved from the Sidney Street house several years later, and I still miss that house. When I'm in town I drive by and see that it's still very well kept, although I've often been tempted to stop and knock up the owner to ask if Tony is still making himself known. I like to think he liked my brining his house up to snuff.






The House

By: amandaparkhurst@gmail.com

i am a clairvoyant and am used to not being alone. The last house I lived in had a number of distinctive entities and will only share a couple of my experiences with you now.
There was a young girl, probably around 4 or 5 who was very prevalent around the time my son was three. one night i had a contact dream,(usually my dreams are surreal and nonsense, but when i contact someone they are usually set in whatever house i am in and are more of out of body experiences) i walked to the end of my hall and looked through the dining room into the kitchen, and there was a small girl with waist length dark brown (not black) wavy hair, she had a flowered white nightgown on and she was pushing buttons on the microwave. when i asked her why she was here she quickly (like Japanese horror cross the room in a blink quickly) came up to me. i crouched down but i couldn't see her face, and somehow i knew she had been badly injured (think gunshot wound to the eyes and cheek) so i didn't want to see her face. i explained to her that she needed to move on and go into the light where her family was waiting and then i walked back to my room with her following behind me. i woke up then went back to sleep and a while later my son (3) woke me up (half way anyways... enough to answer him and kind of remember) and he asked me to tell the girl she was NOT his sister and to leave him ALONE! i told him to lay down in my bed and explained to her ( she was about three feet away) that i was not her mother and she needed to move on that it wasn't her house anymore. i thought that part was a dream when i woke up until i realized my son was asleep beside me.
the other VERY noticeable energy in my house was that of a woman who was very straight laced and controlling. she would often sit on a window seat in my bed room at night. My husband, who, is a very sceptical man would sit up in his sleep staring with closed eyes toward her and ask over and over, "who is that, who the hell is that" until i would tell him it's ok then he would lay back down. well this house was in Oklahoma and every time there was tornado weather outside she would panic and really become agitated and very distracting to those who could sense her so i'd have to calm her down and watch the storm. when my alarm clock didn't go off she would bang loudly on the window in time for you to get to work ( the only nice thing she would do). But when we were moving out she really flipped stirring up whatever else was there so in the middle of the night i would hear floor shaking bangs from completely empty rooms, tape would be peeled off boxes and placed across the room thing would be removed from boxes overnight and put in different rooms ( like books stacked in the middle of the kichen after they were packed) and sounds of the tv comming on after it had been unplugged and wrapped in protective sheeting. All in all it was NOT a very fun move especially when i was alone the last 4 weeks of packing and she kept opening the valve on my air mattress at 2 am.
My new house is nice but i keep hearing a little boy talk to me from a corner of my bedroom. Oh well.



Haunted Houses

By: duckit.0402@yahoo.com

All of these accounts have happened in Lake Havasu, Arizona, each in a different house.
My mother and I were driving around town looking for a house to rent when we found a large house on Boyou Drive. This house was an old blueish color with vines creeping up the outer walls and into the fire place, with a large over hang on the front porch.  As soon as we started walking up drive way, a very strong feeling of dread started to creep through my body.  I really liked the house so I ignored the feeling and continued into the back yard.  As I entered backyard I remembered a dream many months before.  This exact backyard was in my dream and imagines of death and demons filled my mind.  My mother had the same feeling so we left without another word deciding that a door had opened and a demon was dwelling inside the house.
We moved into a different house where everything felt normal at first; we lived there for seven years.   I soon felt eyes watching me in the shower which then lead gusts of freezing angry wind rushing past my face and arms.  Later I learned my mother was going through the same events, only she experienced only one of the gusts of wind.  When we started talking of moving out of the house, things got worse.  My mom once felt a figure sit down on the bed beside her and saw the indentation if a person on the bed.  There were no dogs in the room and the entire house was asleep.  I saw blinds move with nothing in the room and a shadowy figure walk across the kitchen.
I was cleaning out a house, just about to move into it, when I repeatedly saw a figure of a little girl our of the corner of my eye.  I could sometimes hear her talking softly to no one in particular.  Later investigation proved a little girl had drowned in the pool years before.           


Lexington, Ms

By: Hharveycaldwell@aol.com
 

In 1968 I moved into a house on the highway from Lexington, Ms to Tchula , Ms, a few miles outside of Lexington that sits in a bottom that can be seen from the highway on the left. There were no neighbors for miles around. I was a teenager at the time. The doors would unlock by themselves, my mother could hear sounds like a man whistling during the day, you could go into Lexington, and return to find all of the doors open, and all of your clothes thrown in the yard, My Grandmother lived with us, and once complained to my mother for turning her mattress when she didn't, the propane man came to make delivery one day. My mother had our German Sheppard dog in the house with her, went outside with the dog, when all of a sudden the dog bristled up, ran a few yards away from them barking only to yelp, and go down. The dog was bleeding profusely. the propane man said he had never seen anything like it before, then in a hurry left. Mother took the dog to the vet where she required stitches to stop the bleeding. There was a perfect V cut under the dog's tail. The vet said it was a very sharp cut you rarely see. It was more like a bursted place from an impact. Sharper than a razor cut. Impossible because the dog had been inside, and we lived a hundred yards from the highway. Once at night the dogs were barking, My Mother looked out back, and saw what appeared to be a small fog moving alongside a creek that ran along behind the house. She shot at it, but of course made no difference. Until that time I believed there was a logical explanation for all things. It made me wonder to say the very least. These were only a few of the strange events at this place. Once when in Lexington my Mother met a lady who owned a store, and in conversation found out she had strange experiences there also. The last I heard one of her son's ,was a deputy in Lexington if anyone would like to investigate this. In fact the last time I passed the house it appeared someone lived there. I think it is Hwy 12. I hunted all the time, all around there, and never saw any strange footprints. In fact we called the Constable out there once when something happened, and he found nothing. Some guessed it might be an old Native American burial Ground along the creek, or an encampment. Never heard any stories of death there. Your guess is as good as mine we moved to Jackson, Ms in 1970. Me, and my brother along with a security guard East of San Bernadino, Ca heard what sounded like someone in a Latino type accent , yelling in distress in a small orange packing shed about midnight, helped him search the place found nothing. If it was someone playing a practical joke, he sure picked the wrong two to attempt, to play ghost with. I believe in Jesus with all I have as my Savior for anything like that to bother me. I'm saved



Ohio Story

By: horse_lovrr101@yahoo.com

This story takes place in Ohio.For it to make sence,I'll have to explain it from waaayyyy back!The Fairhope Elementary One room school house in Ohio burnt down.Most kids and teachers made the haunting begin..
Years later they made the regular schools and re-stored Fairhope In another version.The alotment were the one rooom school house had been they built a house.Many families lived there.But then a family of 3 later moved in during the 1980's.The family had a father,son,and daughter.The dad hung himself in the garage due to depression.The house went to the kids' will and had to use for it.It went up for sale.No one wanted to buy the beautiful house just because the garage was haunted.The lights would go on,off,on,off.Plus the door of it would open and close repeatedly.So once a man bought the house,he tore down the garage.The house later got rented to an old couple in their 50's.When my mother was probably 7-8 1/2 months due [with me] they rented the house.We still say that today the school children,old man,and when the old couple soon die,they all will haunt my old parents=P



Our Grandpa Carl Watkins

By: ctn11796@centurytel.net


In early November 2006 I went over to visit my grandparent’s house and my Grandpa wasn’t feeling well, he eventually went to visit the hospital.
I thought he would just get out in a day or so because he survived a heart attack before. For the first few days I wasn’t worried at all but after a week in the hospital I was getting a little worried. About 2 weeks later he passed away, I was stunned. Before his funeral his brother and sister
came down to visit. While they were sleeping in my grandparents house (this is 2 days after he died) my uncle was leaving he looked back to see if things were alright and saw a rather tall figure wearing a hat walking in a room. At first he thought it was my grandpa’s brother Robert but he was fast asleep in a different story of the house. He went looking in the room and the ghostly figure was gone, we all think the figure was our Grandpa (he was about 6’1 and always wore a hat). Every time my grandma went to go get food or to pick up my little cousins would get a feeling someone was watching me but in a good way. In early December I was decorating the Christmas tree and I saw a face peek out at the top of the stairs at me. It looked exactly like my grandpa a few years before died. It kind of feels like a little bit of him follows everyone of us.





Bonito City

By: severedangel@hotmail.com
 
Bonito City, a rather grand name for the cluster of log buildings that housed a saloon, post office, schoolhouse, church, general store, a hotel called The Mayberry House, and a number of comfortable residences.
Set amid lofty peaks twelve miles northwest of Ruidoso, apple orchards and livestock of the Bonito settlers flourished in the seven-thousand-foot meadows at the edge of the forests. Trout fishing was excellent in the Bonito River.
God was in his heaven and all was right with the world, or so it seemed when two events took place that would cause this serene and pleasant community to literally disappear. The centerpiece of Bonito City was the two-story log hotel called the Mayberry House operated by Mr. and Mrs. John Mayberry. They had three children; John, Eddie, and Nellie. On the night of May 5, 1885, the Mayberry House leaped into the records books with one of New Mexico's most bizarre crimes.
Earlier that evening a number of miners ate supper there and left. Only two guests had rooms, Dr. R. E. Flynn from Ohio and a youth named Martin Nelson seemed to be pleasant and inoffensive roomers. All were in bed by ten o'clock. About one o'clock in the morning, Nelson arose and knocked on the bedroom door of the two Mayberry boys, John awakened and opened the door, at which point Nelson fired two rifle shots, killing him instantly. He then turned on the seven-year-old Eddie who was screaming in bed. Nelson killed him with a single blast.
Dr. Flynn, hearing the shooting, rushed from his room and was shot through the head. John Mayberry, after hearing the screams, was making his way up the dark stairs from the first floor when a shot through the heart dropped him on the landing. Blood was everywhere. Mayberry's daughter, Nellie, appeared and was shot through the side and left for dead. She later recovered.
Mrs. Mayberry ran upstairs, where Nelson shot her in the chest but failed to kill her. She stumbled downstairs with blood streaming all the way to her feet, leaving bloody footprints visible on the stairs years later. She fled to the nearest cabin for help, but Nelson followed, executed her, and threw her body into an irrigation ditch. Pete Nelson, the saloonkeeper (no relation to Martin Nelson) appeared on the scene, grappled with the youth but was no match for the murderer. Mark Nelson shot him to death and left his body bleeding in the sandy street. The next victim was the storekeeper, Herman Beck, who came out to learn the cause of the gunshots. Nelson killed him with one bullet.
Bonito's terrified citizens locked themselves in their homes until morning while Nelson roamed at large, finally climbing up a nearby mountain. Next morning, as Charlie Berry, Rudolph Schultz and Don Campell were standing in the street discussing the murders, they sighted Nelson returning down the mountain. He saw the men, brought up his rifle to fire, but was an instant too late. Berry felled him with a bullet through the heart. Nelson's last shot went harmlessly into the air as he fell.
Total casualties were eight killed, including the murderer, and one wounded. It was years before the people of Bonito City recovered from the shock, and for fifteen years nobody set foot in the log hotel. Folks said it was haunted, told stories of shrieks and groans in the dead of night, of seeing lights flicker from room to room, or hearing muffled shots. Those who peeped through the dusty windows could see the bloody footprints left by Mrs. Mayberry's feet. The murderer was buried at Bonito with his head pointed down. Folklorists say this custom was to prevent the buried person from walking as a ghost. The victims were also buried in Bonito side by side of each other and a reasonable distance away from the murderer Martin Nelson.
Gradually Bonito City died. The final blow came when the railroad arrived on the desert below and took a business like approach to acquiring water rights in the Bonito Valley and later on buying out the land in which the remaining residents of Bonito City lived. In 1930 Bonito Dam was built by the Southern Pacific Railroad, the remains of the victims were moved to Angus Cemetery. A large stone marks their resting place and as for Bonito City, it is presently resting under seventy-five feet of water that is now known as Bonito Lake.
Since then, Bonito City has become an old memory and a murder mystery of the past. Some people have claimed that during a well moonlit night, they can see the top of the church steeple shining below the serene resting water of the night. Is it really the church steeple being seen seventy-five feet below the water surface, or is it a haunting image reminding us of the presence of the city below? You decide.


The Little Girl

By: redhotty87@yahoo.com

I was watching my two nephews one day when this story flashed back through my head. I heard it when I was around six or seven and later on experienced it. My aunt and uncle bought a house on around three acres of land. The only neighbors they had were far off from them, but there was a small cemetary maybe a couple hundred feet from their house. No one ever visited it so everyone assumed that it was a family burial spot for who ever owned the land before. One night, my aunt woke up to the sound of clacking on the hardwood floors in the kitchen. A few moments later she heard laughter. She woke up my uncle who told her she was dreaming and to go back to sleep. A few minutes later the noise had stopped. She started to drift back to sleep when she felt something tickling her feet. They had no animals. Agian she heard the laughing. She then balled up under the blanket and tried to go back to sleep. A few nights passed with no activity. The next time it happened the same as before. The sound of little shoes clacking against the floor and laughter. She woke my uncle agian and this time he heard it. My aunt said he was stiff as a board listening to it. He tried to brush it off and told her to go back to sleep. She was laying listening for the sounds when my uncle quickly jerked his feet from the foot of the bed. He had felt the tickling too. They were pretty freaked at first but as time went on they got used to it. 
A few years later my older brother and I were visiting with them and we had heard the stories but never seen or heard anything. My brother was playing his Nintendo (Yeah it's been a while) he had brought with him. He paused the game on the third level to go get something to drink. When he came back the game was playing on it's own with the controler in a chair. He had been sitting in the floor.
The next time we encountered it my aunt was pregnant. She had gotten some things for the nursery and was showing them to me. One in particular i didn't like. It was a clown that you wound up and it would play music while it's head moved. UGH! Well the thing that wound it up would unscrew from the back. So after she showed it to me she unscrewed the thing in the back and put it up. I went to ue the bathroom that was in the nursery and I heard the music from the clown. When I walked out of the bathroom it was sittng on the dresser facing me and the thing that you wind it up with was laying on the floor. Before my aunt had my cousin some people pulled into their driveway. They knew some people who used to live in the house. A little girl in particular. They said that was her grandparents' house and she was a very playful girl. She loved to play hide and seek and when she would wake her grandparents' up she would do so by tickling their feet! She was playing outside one day and didn't see her grand-dad backing out and she ran behind the car. He hit her and she died on the way to the hospital. After my aunt gave birth to my cousin her nor my uncle ever experienced anything from the girl again. And whats even more strange? My grandmother gave me the wind-up clown!


The Shadow

By: Jessica6268@aol.com
 

Hi my name is Jessica. I was around fourteen when this happened and I am twenty one now. My parents were gone to my aunt and uncles so I had the house to myself. YAY! or so I thought. I had a huge stereo system and like most teenagers had it louder than I should have. It sat on a counter top between the living room and kitchen. Well there was a street light that shined into our back yard and when the back door opened it would shine in on our dishwasher. I had been watching for my parents to come back when I looked into the kitchen. I saw the light shining in from the door.(There were no windows at or around the door) I quickly muted the music expecting to hear my parents fussing about the music being so loud, but heard only the back door close. I waited a few seconds (thinking maybe it was them trying to scare me) before I got off the couch. I eased into the kitchen and stopped in my tracks. Something very tall and dark went from the door into my parents room. At first I thought it was my imagination. That I was freaking myself out because it was dark outside and I was expecting my dad to jump out from around the corner and get a good laugh. I stood there a few more seconds waiting. Then the door to their room started to close. And this door was pretty heavy. It had to be pushed hard for it to close on it's own. I stayed frozen and was absolutely stunned. The door was about a 10 to 12 inches form being completely closed when it slammed. And I mean SLAMMED! It knocked some kind of decoration my mom had hanging in the wall at the time OFF. Totally freaked I ran out the front door and down to my neighbors house. I called my parents from there and told them to be careful when they went into the house, that someone may be in there. When they got home there was nothing. The thing hanging on the wall was still on the floor but my parents door was wide open. Just remembering this is making me shake all over. This has to be the most frightening thing that has ever happened to me.




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