Belleview
Biltmore Resort/Spa
By: lindaml1@verizon.net
On
the
weekend of May 1-3, I had my 45th High School reunion at the Belleview
Biltmore.
Several of us were sitting on one of their porches Friday night and a
window
on
the 4th floor happened to catch my eye.
Lights in that particular room
went
off
and on about every 15 seconds during the whole 2 hours that we were
sitting
there. The lighting seemed more like a
glow, starting with a soft light and
ending
with
much more intense light. It was almost
like it was playing with us....if
I
said,
"Now it's on", it would immediately go off. If
I said, "It's off again",
immediately
it would go on. When I mentioned it the
next day to a couple of
employees
about what we had seen, they both paled and asked me again exactly on
what
side
of the building were we were sitting on.
They both then said at the
exact
same
time, that the electricity to that wing we were looking at up on the
4th
floor
had "been turned off getting ready for our renovation".
At
the
beginning of this month (June) the resort has closed at least for the
next
30
months
or so for their $100 million renovation project. With
all of these major
disturbances
now going on for a couple of years, should really get the paranormal
activity
going! Wish I worked there...... :)
Pasadena
High School-Pasadena Tx
By: jenniferbaltzley@yahoo.com
I
attended
Pasadena High school from the years 1997-2000 and have witnessed things
in the
auditorium that are in line with the information that you have already.
If
you are
in the catwalk (the catwalk has since been reinforced to prevent
accidents)
adjusting the lights, a faint hand will tug you from behind to ensure
you do
not fall. (there are only two operators at a time on the cat walk,
nither near
the other) If you are in the sound booth alone, you will hear whistling
of
"old macdonald" or another childrens tune. There are also instances
of machinery not working properly and lights being re-directed from the
catwalk. (The catwalk is mostly machine operated now so students do not
often
go up there)
Back
in
the early 40's-60's, the girls dressing room was on the basement level
and the
boys was upstairs. During performances, we would find costumes and
makeup kits
missing from the dressing rooms. When located, the articles would be in
the
opposite dressing room. (The high school is now surrounded by a
perimiter fence
and requires photo identification and permission to enter.) If you walk alone or with a small
group (no
more than 3-4 people) and are really quiet, you can hear the girl
tapdancing
and humming a song. You also see the props behind the rear stage move
on
occasion. (This may be the janitor) There are also times where the
floor would
be wet as if just cleaned when no one is there for cleaning.
Another
place that is supposedly haunted is the Richey Elementary school, (now
the
Lorenzo De Zavala 5th Grade center). Rumors of shadows where no one is,
and
whispers when you are alone. Supposedly, when the hurricane's hit the
area in
the 1900's A child drowned in the flooding in the basement and can be
heard
giggling. (*This school is fenced in and requires permission to enter.)
Also
in
Pasadena, there is a chemical plant (Was Phillips now Conoco/Phillips)
that has
had several accidents. A friends parent worked in the area that
exploded in
1998-1999 that killed several workers. There are employees that say
that if
they are working a teardown at night they see shadows and have tools
dissapear
at random and show up elsewhere when there is no one around. (**This is
a
secure area, tresspassers will be arrested**)
A
Lighthouse in Maine
By: Ewsmith845@aol.com
Last
year
15 teachers from across the United States met on an island off the
coast of
Maine for a week of education, exploring the geology of the area and
marine
life.
Two nights before we left we were all in the
main house and two teachers had gone down to the dock about 9 PM to see
the
night skies and stars. Two other
teachers, myself and a principal decided to have a little fun and try
and scare
the two would be star gazers. Mind you ,
we both are men and thought we would not scare easy and never gave it a
second
thought.
We walked quietly down a drive through a
heavily wooded area in the dark so they would not see us.
Suddenly
without warning we both who were about 15 feet apart were surrounded by
spinning whispers of white light, when we would turn they spun around
us even
more. There was no harm but I must tell
you we were so frightened, we began yelling and shouted to get out of
there
immediately. We ran up the hill and the
orbs were directly behind us, we never stopped yelling until we reached
the
main house, ran in and bolted the doors.
There were other teachers sitting in the
lounge and they were astonished as to our looks, our faces were beat
red, we
were hyperventilating, scared, they all knew something was wrong. We told them our story and each looked at the
other in amazement, none of us slept well that night.
The two teachers returned from star gazing and
asked what was wrong as they heard yelling and such, we told them the
story and
the next day they themselves were confronted with suitcases just moving
by
themselves in the upstairs dorm.
The night before we left our director who is a
wonderful, informed instructor told us more of previous classes that
had seen,
encountered, or heard of these occurrences.
She said she was always reluctant to tell the guests as to not
scare
them off.
The island has a lighthouse that has been
there for over 200 years and the tales from that era need to be
documented. I had been a skeptic all
these years but have an open mind, personally no one can ever tell me
different
from that night on, they do exist.....................we are all sane
and
educated people, there were no drugs or alcohol involved to enhance any
of
these happenings. This is the flat, unadulterated truth.
Ethel
and
the Whale An unusual story you
will
enjoy
By: cdolphin50@yahoo.com
First
things first. Ethel was my husbands
sister and my best friend. She and I
went whale watching every chance we got.
She was my traveling buddy and was always ready to go when I was. She passed July 26, 2002.
After she passed we decided to make a tribute
to her. I had kept 2 small 6 oz. jars of
her ashes to scatter a pinch here and there in the Islands. And every time we did this, we would write a
small, 4 lined poem of where we were. Then we would take pictures. From the 19th of April to May 2nd of 2003 we
scattered her ashes on Kaui and Maui.
Close to the end of our trip, my husband, son, daughter-in law
and my
self went on a dinner cruise in Maui. We
were told that the whales hadn't been seen for about a week so we
weren't
expecting any sightings. When everyone was up stairs getting ready to
eat, I
slipped below to the port side of the boat to scatter a pinch of her
ashes.
When I turned around a Humpback whale was spy hopping right next to the
boat. I could see his eye looking at
me. I just smiled and said hello
Ethel. Then I went upstairs in utter
astonishment. And of course the camera was up top deck with my husband.
So I
ended up painting what I saw.
This
is
how the tribute went that very unusual evening.
Every time I say it, read it, I cry.
We
took a
dinner cruise the last night we were here: But what we didn't know, was
the
humback whales were near.
The
whale
watch tours had been cancelled earlier today. Everyone thought they
were gone,
and now far away.
As
the sun
was setting, I took a walk below; It was time again to let a little of
you go.
As
soon as
I released you into the breeze and into the sea; A Humpback Whale spy
hopped,
close enough, as if to see.
It
was
incredible; He was so close you see. It was like he took a moment to
come and
spy on me.This was something special, a gift you might say. Or maybe it was a sign to let us know that
you are okay.
We
believe
to this day that she is ok and it was a sign.
Family
Came Home or Not?
By: kristolspears@hotmail.com
I
just read
other accounts on this site, that reminded me of my own experiences.
When I was young and home alone I usually just
stayed in my room. I would hear the
garage
open, my mom and dad walking around, keys clinging, chairs being pushed
in. I
would finish what I was doing and go out
to say hi. Only when I walked into the other part of the house
no
one
would be there. I would be so shocked, because I swore I heard them.
This
didn't
stop when I moved either. I can recall so many
times doing laundry in the basement and
hearing one of my kids yell down the stairs to
me. I would yell back " I will be up in a
minute"
Then I would remember they were not even home. Another time my one
daughter and
I
were home. We were in the family room. We both got
up and left the room together. My one
daughter
went into the bathroom off the kitchen. I went in the kitchen and
started to
pre-
pare food at the counter. I heard my other
daughter come home, she stood outside the
kitchen door and said " hi mom" I
answered back "hi". I finished up in the kitchen and re-
turned to the family room. My Daughter who was
in the bathroom joined me. We were
sitting
back down and the door opened and my other Daughter walked in. I looked
at her
confused and said "what are you doing" she said "what" I
said you just came home a minute ago. She
said "no I just came home now" my other Daughter scrambled to
me and started saying mom I am scared I heard her say hi to you before
when I
was in the bathroom. My Daughter was
grabbing me and shaking. I was speechless we both clearly heard
her but
she was not in the house at the time.
Also
one
winter I recalled my kids and Husband went up north for the weekend. I
stayed
home
because I had a litter of puppies at the time. It was about 7pm this
one
evening. I
was
sitting on the floor in a back bedroom. I had the puppies with me. Out
of no
where
I
hear
this voice of a young girl go "w-h-e-r-e-s
Z-o-e-y?" That was the name of one of my
Daughters.
I look up, an the puppies even turned their heads towards the door,
their
little
ears
go up
and they slowly look at me like what the heck is that. I was home
alone.
The
windows
were closed it was winter and I had no TVs on either.
The
last
episode we had at that house happened one weekend when the kids were at
Grandmas.
I fell asleep on the couch my Husband was sleeping in a bedroom off the
family
room.
He
got up and went to the bathroom at the end of the hallway. I woke up
when he
went
past
the family room. He gets in the bathroom, he has the door open. I hear
a little
girl
go
"Dad". There is just this dead silence my Husband comes flying in by
me. He sits right
next
to me
and whispers "did you hear that?" I started to whisper back and my
Husband
goes
shhhh.. we both sit there and then we hear in this bizarre in stereo
sound of a
little girl
talking
very fast and happily it lasted about 6-8 seconds and stopped. We
huddled real
close and were whispering back and forth
"what the heck is that" we never could tell what
this
little girl said but it was from the x-files literally.
Fox
and
Hounds Restaurant in Hubertus,WI
By: batjacobs@yahoo.com
The
description of the Haunting of the Fox and Hounds Restaurant is so very
true. I worked at
the
restaurant back in the early 80's.
Footsteps would be heard, stainless steel salad bowls would be
strewn
about when no one was around and candle wax would drip from the
ceiling, but no
candles. We would also see someone looking out an attic window late at
night
after the place
was
locked
up for the evening and no one was in the building.
Very creepy.
Your website states that the place was torn down which is
incorrect. The restaurant was bought by
a person who used to park cars for the place.
He did some remodeling but he kept the original "history" of
the place in tact. The business is open and thriving.
Gardening
By:
kristolspears@hotmail.com
A
few
years ago, I had gone out to garden very early in the morning. I was
all alone
on my hands and knees planting these barley plants. I couldn't figure
out which
end was to go in the ground.
They
were
these odd looking roots.
Out
of no
where I hear a mans voice say "what the hell is that?" I looked up
real quick and no
one
was
any where in site. It was so odd. I mean it spoke right in my ear. I
think
something else
was
as
confused as I was, on this plant.
Grandpa
Hansen is upstairs
By: kristolspears@hotmail.com
I
just
want to also say I love this site. I come here on and off threw years
and just
love
reading
everyone's stories.
I
am
really surprised when I read that people have only had one experience.
I am 40
and
have
had
this all my life. As I read these I like to post some of my most
memorable
ones.
This
one
happened when I was 12.
My
Grandpa
Hansen had died. He just came home from running errands, sat on the
front
step
and
had a heart attack.
My
Grandparents lived in a small house, just out of Milwaukee. The
downstairs of
the house
was
very
small. The house had a loft upstairs, that was their bedroom.
My
Dad
told my sister and I to go visit Grandma one Saturday afternoon. She
was not
fairing
well
after
her Husbands death.
It
had
been about 3 months since his passing. We went over and sat down in the
family
room
with
Grandma. We were chatting for probably 30 minutes, when I heard the
ceiling
creaking.
I looked up and over at my sister her eyes were like saucers. The
creaking
became
more and more obvious. I mean you could hear the foot steps going
across the
floor
up
in that
bedroom. This went on for about 10 minutes. My sister and I looked at
my
Grandma,
her hearing aid is beeping and she's fiddling with it. She is crying
saying I
miss him
so
much,
this dam hearing aid and on and on. While she is doing all of this, the
foot
steps
just
keep
going on and on. My sister and I were speechless. We just made that eye
contact
like
do
not say anything to her. It finally stopped and we decided to leave. We
kissed
her
good
bye.
When we got in the car my sister and I just both started saying holy
cow
Grandpa
Hansen's
upstairs, I can not believe this. My sister goes look up and see if he
is in
the
window,
I
am to afraid to. I did not see anything as we drove away. My sister and
I grew
up
in
that
house. This was no boards settling this was my Grandpa up there. I just
sit and
think
about
Grandma. She lived 10 years after him. She cried over him daily. If she
only
knew he
was
just
right upstairs the whole time.
A
final
note. The day before my Grandma died, she told my Dad that she has to
go make
lunch
for
her Husband he is waiting. She then asked him to get her a new dress.
She fell
asleep
and
my Dad had left. He got the call the following day.
Story
to
Share
By:
mrjeff39us@yahoo.com
These
events happened to me last month, May 2009. I've
hesitated
to share them til now but I feel I should. Maybe someone knows more
info and
can
help
me
understand what I experienced.
I
decided
to make an overnight trip to Santa Ynez Valley above Santa Barbara, CA
on a
Wednesday
in May. I have some comp play to use at their local casino, Chumash,
and I want
to
see
some
other attractions in the area. I woke up extra early and couldn't get
back to
sleep. I
decided
to
go ahead and leave early from my home in So Cal to miss traffic. By
early I
mean just after 1am. I drive up listening to George Noory on the radio.
The
time goes by very fast.
I
pull off
the 101 freeway at Buellton about 4:15am and pull into Tom's Gas (open
24hrs)
to fill
up.
It's
dead quiet out and very dark. The sound of the keypad beeps on the gas
pump
sound like it is echoing for miles. There is also a fog or mist hanging
in the
air. It's the marine layer that rolls in off the ocean. No one else is
out or
on the road. I can't get over how quiet it is up there that time of
morning.
I
pull out
of the gas station and continue on to the Danish Village of Solvang a
couple of
miles
up
the
road on Highway 246. I get to the edge of town about 4:30am and slow
down to
about
10-15mph.
The highway, or Mission Drive as it is called through town, is lined
with
hotels so I'm
trying
not
to disturb anyone. I get about 1/2 way down Mission Drive, about where
Best
Western
King
Frederick's Inn is located on the right, and I see a young Hispanic man
run
from the middle
of
the
parking lot to the side of a building and disappear. He looked to be
about
16-18 years old,
about
5'7", thin build and was wearing a long white t-shirt and light blue
warm
up pants-like
basketball
players use. He had a shaved head, like with a #1 or #2 razor. When I
first saw
him run I thought *that's weird(that anyone is out this time of
morning)*.
There were no cars in the
parking
lot and no one else around. He just ran to the wall, stopped at the
edge, bent
over with
his
back
to me and his hands on his knees, and vanished. I looked back a couple
of
times, not
believing
what just happened. Remember I'm driving very slow. All I can think is
*Ummm....that
didn't
just happen...*, but it did. The parking lot and sidewalk next to the
wall of
the building
were
pretty well lit. I saw it all in unbelievable detail. I continue
driving on to
the Chumash
Casino
a
few miles east of Solvang. I get there, grab some coffee and try to put
the
experience
out of my mind. It must have been a real person, I tell myself. A trick
of the
light is
the
explanation, or something like that. I continue on with my day, touring
the
countryside and
stopping
in here and there, thoroughly enjoying the scenery.
Later in the afternoon, I'm sitting in my
hotel room Day's Inn Buellton "The Windmill" (made
famous
in
the 2004 movie "Sideways"). I started getting hungry. I had planned
to eat at a
favorite
steakhouse "A.J. Spurs" but I picked up a menu for a local pizza
place in the hotel lobby
and
it
looked good too. I can't decide where to go. I see a story in a travel
mag I
picked up for a
local
Mexican food place. It looks good and is very close to the hotel. I
decide to
go there
instead.
Call it fate for what happens next...
The Mexican food place is called Rudy's. It is
located in a shopping center just behind Tom's Gas where I stopped in
the
morning to fill up. It's a small chain that operates in the Santa
Barbara area,
about 6 locations total. I drive over and park in front. it's about 3pm
and I
am the only customer there. I walk in. A tall Hispanic man is the chef
working
back in the kitchen, looking very stern and professional, wearing a
chef
uniform and a tall chef hat too. A young Hispanic lady works the front
counter.
They are the only people in the restaurant other than me. I order my
food and a
Pacifico beer and grab a table in the front. I sit down and notice a
fresh
salsa bar toward the back on the right. I walk back to check it out.
They have
4 kinds of salsa and 6 kinds
of
hot
sauce. Nothing is labeled. How can I know which is which or which to
take?
Since
there are no other customers in the restaurant and the 2 workers can't
see me,
I decide to
slyly
dip
a finger in each sauce to taste it, thinking no one will see me do it.
After
about 3 tastings, I look up to the right and see a young Hispanic man
staring
right at me.
His
reflection is being reflected off the polished or chrome mirror finish
of a
large box-like piece
of
equipment on the front counter, I think it was a counter top convection
oven.
All I can think is
"Oops...I'm
caught!*. He looks away smiling. The face was normal life size. I look
straight
ahead
for
an
instant then back to the right again. His image was gone.
I
walk
back to my table in front thinking it must have been the chef...but he
was in
the back and
this
reflection had to come from the front. I sit down and the chef and lady
are
exchanging
words
in
Spanish about something....We are still the only three living people in
the
restaurant.
I
realized
the face in the mirror finish was not wearing a chef hat. That he was
younger
than the
chef
too.
A lot younger. That he had a shaved head with just very short hair.
That he was
wearing
a
white t-shirt. That there was no one else in the restaurant. That the
chef and
lady were having an argument when I saw the face smiling at
me...OMG...now I'm
really freaked out. I take a long drink of my Pacifico and look around.
I then
realize the connection with what I saw
in
the
early morning. This Hispanic teenage ghost is messing with me, playing
with me.
Not in a
malicious
way, but in a mischievous way.After I eat, I drive back to my hotel
just in a
daze. Wow, there was no denying what had happened today. Someone wanted
me to
see him and I did. Twice! Totally unexpected. Totally out of the blue.
Both
times.
I
f anyone
can shed some light on these events, I would love to here from you.
Maybe
someone
knows
some
back story or of other experiences people have had involving a spirit
on
Highway
246
between Buellton and Solvang.
Thanks
for
reading.
Woman
with
no Face
By: mrs.cullen-twilight@hotmail.com
my
grandmother my aunt noah my aunt alexa
my aunt gigi and
my
greatgreatgrandmother adriana lived in one house together
andd
every
night they would hear like a body walking on the top
of
the
roof and at some point drop on the roof and roll of by this
point
every body had been n their beds with the door closed then
they
would
hear a person walking in the whole house knocking
on
all the
doors but at some point people grew less scared but
then
may i
remind you i was a old time so they had servants but
no
they
were not rasist although there servants were white they
were
treated like family any ways one night maria (a servant)
was
out
side using the garden bath room with the door open i
dont
know
why though any ways the person was a old
woman
with
no face just a dark pitch black hole she screamed ! later on
they
all
had seen her and as a baby my tia gigi would say wake up mimi
(grandmother)
and she would wake up mimi play no sleep
so she would put
her
across
her shoulder and she said the old woman would stand behind her
and
scare
the crap l out of gigi and she would say ahh mimi ugly and
thats
how
she would know the old lady was there well eventually they moved
but
not of
being scared just of wanting to move.
True
Story
By:
4hunts@cableone.net
my
husband
and myself and my brother were all watching our mothers house while she
was out
of town on vacation. we had been there for a few days and all happened
to be in
on this particular evening and night.well we had finished dinner and we
were
all just hanging out in the living room watching t.v. my brother said
he was
just gonna sleep on the couch and my husband and i said goodnight and
went to
bed in my mothers bedroom because thats where we had been sleeping.we
kissed
goodnight like usual and turned off the bedside lamp.i myself just cant
close
my eyes and go right off to sleep so i was just lying there looking off
into
the darkness trying to wind down. suddenly i noticed a very, i mean
very dark black
mass by the bedroom door. i blinked my eyes a few times trying to make
them
adjust to the darkbetter but realized they already had because i could
make out
the mass that was so much darker than the dark. i began to feel afraid
when i
saw it moving.i laid there and watched it approach the bed
over
our
bodies, it looked larger than it had by the door. ibegan to nudge my
husband
but i decided to lay there a little longer to see if it continued to
move or
get larger.i lay there and marveled at its denseness and its extremely
dark
color as opposed to the regular darkness.it was pitch black and just
floated
there above us. unbelievably i fell to sleep. the next day at lunch my
brother
said 'hey, last night i saw the weirdest thing when i was trying to
fall asleep
a large black mas was hovering above my head and scared me half to
death! i
stuck my hand in it and it was freezing cold!" befor i had a chance to
speak my husband said"me to! i thought i was seeng things"i spoke up
and said i saw it as well and was frightened by it , they both said wow
i
wonder what it was.ihad read somewhere that those could possibly be
evil.needless to say we did'nt spend the night there again.
Sally
By:
sj11322@bellsouth.net
sally was a niece of Mrs.Thornton who lived in the
carter
mansion. it was then called the Thornton place.
while
visiting her aunt, sally became very if. possibly the flu. she died.
they
buried her on the property there at the Thornton place.
Mrs..
Thornton rented out rooms later on, and one night sally appeared
standing at
the foot of a man's bed. she told him the storm had knocked ther
tombstone over
and wanted him to come and fix it.the next morning the man told
Mrs.Thornton
about it and they went to see and sure enough the storm had toppled
over sally's
tombstone. the man left.
she
also
disliked smokers. she would throw ashtrays in the rooms of those that
did.
empty them also.the Thornton place sold to a developer and the graves
were
moved. they built houses on the grounds there. but when the decorators
were
fixing up the mansion, sally did not like it! she would throw the
accent
pillows about; the next day the women would come back to finish the job
only to
find even the furniture had been moved.
the
Thornton house is the club house now. I guess they have named it the
carter
mansion.
when
I was
in high school, we would park in the church parking lot and walk
through the
woods to her grave. it was said back then that she didn't like anyone
with the
name Nancy and if you wore a pearl you would not have it when you
returned to
the car.
other
people who stayed in the Thornton house, had reported seeing and
passing a
young woman on the stairway. when inquired about her they were told it
was just
sally and the guest would leave! hope this has been insightful. I was
born and
raised here in Huntsville.
Bernie
is
in the Hallway
By: saint_karma@hotmail.com Bernie is in the hallway
I'm
a
nurse and run our family's assisted living and recently we had some
strange
things happen in our care home. I understand with caring for the
elderly
sometimes strange things occur in doing this for almost a decade.
Recently
I
had a resident that started to decline at the age of 93. One night
after
helping her get into bed she asked me if Bernie (her husband, who died
10
years
before) knew where she was. I reassured her that he did, it caught me
off
guard
since her mind was intact and she was not forgetful. A week went by
and
again
I assisted the woman into bed, she said to me, "I hear Bernie in the
hallway.
Can you tell him that I'm in here?" I told her to call for him and he
would
come
in. She refused and asked me to, so I went out to the empty hallway
and
said,
"Bernie, E. Is in here if you would like to visit with her." As a
nurse,
sometimes you do things out of the better judgment for yourself as long
as
it
helps your patient. Later that night I heard the lady talking to no one
quietly.
I
have had some odd things happen in my personal life through the
years
since
childhood, but that is another story. I was once told by an older
japanese
woman not to talk to the dead or invite them into my home.
Another
week goes by and my resident took a drastic turn for the worse by
refusing
to eat or drinking fluids. After a week stay in the hospital she
returned
on comfort cares and hospice. The end was near and we knew it.
However,
while she was in the hospital I got a frantic call from one of our
nursing
assistants asking if I would please come back to work because she was
really
scared. When I got to work all the lights in the house were on and she
was
sitting on the couch with her back up against the wall. When I asked
what
was
wrong
she told me wide eyed and pale that she had seen a mist down at the
end
of one
of the hallways and was hearing weird popping noises coming from
the
residents room that was in the hospital. After checking the entire
house
and
silently saying the 'Lord's Prayer'. The house felt calm. E. spent her
last
days
being pampered and shown caring and compassion from staff and
family.
Many of the staff came in on their days off to sit with her including
myself.
The last couple days of her life she was sedated for pain and
hallucinations.
When no one was in her room and she didn't know we were
checking
on her she was reaching upwards towards the ceiling and mumbling. The
day
before
she died we had xm music playing on her tv all the time. A couple
of
the
nursing assistants were performing her evening cares when the tv
changed
to
CNN for 30 seconds and turned back to the music by itself. The tv
remote
was
on top of the tv. Since our favorite lady passed away things have
stopped
for the most part.
Dead
Mother Calls My Cell Phone
By: connieferguson@ymail.com
My
mother
passed away June 5th 2007. Me and my husband was in New Jersey at the
time
waiting
to
get unloaded( we drove a 18 wheeler for a living). My sister had called
me the
day
before
and
told me that my mom was in a coma and the home health people said she
only had
about
24
hours to live and that I needed to come home. So I called our
dispatcher and
said we
needed
to
be routed back to the chattanooga terminal so that I could see my mom
before
she
passed.
He
said no problem after you and your
husband has those tires put on, go pick up that
load
and
head for chattanooga. Well while they was putting tires on our trailer
we
decided to get
some
sleep. The cell phone rang and it was my sister. She told me that mom
had come
out of it
and
was
sitting up eating and laughing and talking to everybody and that she
was ok. So
I called
my
dispatcher and said we don't have to go home we can do one more load
out here.
so it was
late
that
night when they finally got the tires on the trailer and we decided to
just
stay there in
the
parking lot til morning so we could get some needed sleep. We get up
that
morning and pull
out.
As we
are heading down the highway my cell rings and it is my sister just
crying like
I ain't
never
heard before and she tells me that mom passed away that morning
early.So to
make it a
little
shorter our dispatcher gets us home thirty six hours later. Now at this time we are at my
mothers
house and she has already been picked up by the funeral home before we
got
there.Sometime
later that day my husbands cell phone rings while we are nowhere near
it to
answer
it.
So when we do pick it up to see if our dispatcher has called it shows
we have
one
voice
mail
and no number,so my husband listens to the voice mail and it is my
mother the
day
after
she
died.(the message said)- Connie this is your mother call me! We checked
to see
if it was a delayed message but it wasn't I even took it the cell phone
company
and they said it was June 6th at 1:25 in the afternoon. My mom died
June 5th
2007 at the times between 1:00Am-3:00Am. It really has bothered me that
we
missed that call even though she was already dead,she might have been
trying to
say good-bye to us.
HWY
2 Red
Box California
By: Anonymous
A few nights ago a friend and I took a drive
up
Angeles
Crest Hwy, it was a clear night and wasnt too cold.
As we kept going
up
the
highway there is a parking area called "Red Box". This
is the parking
lot
that
is basically on the corner of Mt. Wilson Rd. and Angeles Crest HWY.
As
we
entered the parking lot we noticed there were no other cars there as I
made
a
U-Turn in the lot to face the small building there we saw a man
walking. What got my attention was the fact that my
headlights shined bright
on
the
building yet we only saw the person from the waist down.
The rest of
his
body
was a shadow, the man was walking around as if here were looking for
something,
it appeard he had a flashlight in his hand the way he was moving
but
there
was no light coming from it. The closer
we got to him the smaller
the
image
got, when I shined my brights on him it looked like he went down a
small
hall
way, even then we could not see his upper body.
We went back the
next
day
to see if we could find anything, one thing we did notice was the
hall
we
saw the figure walk through was now a wall.. Not a wall that was just
put
up but
one that looked like it was part of the structure since it was
built.
Iwakuni
Japan
By: michael.h.holthaus@afghan.swa.army.mil
In
2005 we
deployed to MCAS Iwakuni Japan. We lived
in building 1687 where
the
haunting already takes place. A friend
of mine was listening to a laptop
in
the
hallway on the third floor when he said it was slammed shut, turned off
and
then
shoved across the floor at him. In
disbelief I told him to show me.
So
he set
his computer back up and started playing music again.
Almost
immediately
the laptop was slammed shut, turned off and shoved across the
floor
again. The computer would not turn back
on again until it was taken
into
his
room.
Middle
Tennessee Medical Center
By: jpaisley@email.itt-tech.edu
Three
separate spirits are said to walk the halls of the soon to be abandoned
Middle
Tennessee
Medical Center hospital in Murfreesboro,TN as a new more modern
hospital is
being
built across the city.
In
the
older section of the third floor one room is said to be haunted by the
ghost of
a
mental
patient who jumped out of a window in the 1960's in the psychiatric
ward thirty
years
later
in
that section administrative offices were constructed and employees
reported
hearing
running
down the hall of someone with bare feet and a light outside the room
where the
man
was
said
to have jumped turns on and off periodically on some nights. The switch
that
turns
on
that
light can be found only inside the room which was not even in use at
the time.
When
the
lights
were checked by maintenance they seemed fine. Later some orderlies
enjoying
lunch
on
that same floor reported seeing an IV stem being rolled up the same
hallway.
They
left
their
food there and didn't return.
In
what
was the pediatric area the ghost of a redhaired girl in her early teens
in a
white
hospital
gown has been spotted at one point by a nurse who also had long dark
red hair
when
the
room was used for pharmaceutical storage. She claimed to see the
spectral image
of
the
girl staring at her through the glass observation window of the room.
The nurse
was
also
a red
head.
Finally
the third spirit has been chronicled by the hospitals own sad history
and has
been
spotted
in
the newer section. A young nurse who had just started was leaving for
the night
to
go out
with friends as she hurried down the stairwell she dropped her purse
over the
guardrail
but lunged too far and fell down the center of the stairwell landing on
her
head.
She
died
three days later due to massive brain trauma. Ironically one of the
hospital
employees
who had the task of cleaning up the bloodstains was the son of the
woman who
had
seen
the red haired girl's ghost as her family worked in the hospital. It is
said
that
sometimes
you can see the girl repeat her fatal fall.
My
Early
Encounters
By:
valkyrespirit@seraphimblue.com
I
have
many stories to share with you, But I'm going to start at the
beginning. I grew
up in Laurence Harbor, New Jersey. From the time I was a very young
child I
knew that something was not right in our house. Our House was the last
house on
a dead end street that faced the marsh. In the winter you could see Hwy
35. The
surrounding woods were as equally disturbing. I was the only girl in
our
neighborhood, all my friends were guys...they were like brothers to me.
I was a
tough kid, and I did not scare easy. However, Being alone in our house,
and
going to sleep at night frightened me to death. My father died when I
was a
baby, and it was just my mother, brother and myself. There was quite a
difference in age between my brother and I. For years I kept my
experiences to
myself because I thought it was my imagination, and I also thought that
if I
told my mother and brother, that they would think I was crazy too.
It
took a
long tome for me to realize that I wasn't crazy, it was not my
imagination, and
the hard part was that, I was a "gifted" child, whose family could
not relate to me on that particular level. These are my experiences
while I
lived there. My mother and father bought the house in 1962, and I was
born in
1963. We owned the house until 2005. To this day the events are burned
in my
memory. From the time I was about five years old there hardly was a
time that
the house was at peace. I would lay awake in bed at night and watch
orbs dance
across the walls and ceiling...then I could feel someone sit on the
corner of
my bed. It was not a faint feeling either, in retrospect as an adult, you could actually see the corner of the bed
being pressed down. My heart would pound in my chest so loudly that I
couldn't
hear anything else, and I could feel every hair stand up on my entire
body. I
would pull the covers and pillows over me in such a way that only my
eyes and
nose would stick out...even in the summer with no air conditioning.
Shadows
were common place every where in the house. You could smell flowers in
the
middle of the winter as well. Then just as I would start to fall
asleep, I
would be jolted awake because something pulled the covers off of me so
violently that they were on the floor at the foot of the bed. That
would send
me screaming out of my room to my mother. There wasn't a time that you
didn't
feel as though you were being watched, or that you didn't feel that
something
was following you from room to room. If you came home and put your car
keys
down, turned your back for two seconds they were gone...and then after
searching the entire house, they would suddenly reappear where you
originally
put them in the first place...and you were the only one home the entire
time.
When I was in high school I would come home and shower because I played
sports.
I would always locked the bathroom door. Every time I would pull the
curtain
back when I was finished, the door would be wide open, once again no
one was
home, and
our
interior doors had no keys. Until now I've been very vague with you
about my
experiences, but now I will tell you in detail my most frightening
experience...
I
was
engaged to Mitch. We were both just out of High school. My mom was out
and so
was my
brother.
Mitch and I decided to go to my house and watch TV and eat some pizza.
From the
time we entered the house I could feel that something was really wrong,
really
out of sync. The air seemed electrically charged. It was as though us
being
there had interrupted some unseen gathering. I ignored it even though I
was
goose flesh from head to toe. Even with all the lights on my mothers
house
always seemed dark. Mitch was sitting in the living room watching
television,
and I went into the kitchen to heat some frozen pizza. We were having a
conversation as I did so. My back was to the living room as we were
talking and
I was placing the pizza on the baking sheet. I heard what I thought was
Mitch
leave the living room and walk into the kitchen. I became aware that he
was
standing directly behind me as I was still talking. I turned around to
ask him
something, but to my shock and horror it was not Mitch standing
there....
I felt all the blood drain from my face, my knees went to Jell-O, and I
gasped
and screamed at the same time. Standing face to face with me was a huge
black
solid apparition. I could make out a head and shoulders, but the rest
became
more see through as it went towards the knees and feet area. It felt
like slow
motion. I think that when I turned around and screamed I scared it as
much as
it scared me. As I stood there screaming, the black figure literally
whooshed
through the kitchen wall. Mitch ran in the kitchen. I was shaking and
white
"as a ghost". It took me a while to collect myself. I shut the oven
off and we left and went to the local pizza place, where I told him
what had
happened. We / I did not spend much time at my mothers house after
that. This
is just one story out of countless stories that I would be
glad
to
share with you. I am now 46 years old, my entire life has been one foot
in this
world and the other in the spirit world. Years ago I had contacted
"Sylvia
Brown" who told me that my mothers house had many spirits in it, but
two
stood out... there is the ghost of a baby and its mother. She also said
that I
was a medium and a physic, and she was right, that is what I now do.
I'm no
longer afraid. It gives me pleasure to be able to connect grieving
people with
their departed loved ones. I consider this a wonderful gift that I
would not
trade for anything. Thank you for listening.
My
Paranormal
Experience
By:snowwhite185@yahoo.com
All
of my
life I have had reoccurring experiences of the paranormal .Starting at
age 7
(as far as I can remember) when my father died . I used to believe the
experiences where dreams , or imagination ...until recently .I was
telling my
fiancé of my experiences..I.e. ;Voices , mists , noises , makes
on my body ,
being touched (shirt tugged on , hair pulled etc) ...etc ..His
suggestion was
that maybe I am a sensitive . So I started thinking about this
possibility ,
and decided to explore it further...My fiancé and I had
previously tried going
to paranormal meetings , which would go on "ghost hunts" , there was
one in particular that appealed to me , and we signed up .The building
the
group was going to was in New Castle Pennsylvania , at an old building
the was
previously the Elks club , built in 1914. This information was given to
us by
the "leader " of the hunt. When we arrived we went into a room to get
the speech about which rooms to be careful of , they would be marked by
the
yellow tape .Nothing else was told to us about the history of this
building
.But as I stood there a name entered my mind , and it kept repeating
itself
"Sarah " "Sarah " Sarah " over and over again . Well
as the group entered the basement , we divided into small groups of 2
or three
, my fiancé and I were in a small room in the back and I felt
nothing so we
decided to head out into the main part of the basement
,
and just
as we stepped out of the room , a main that was on the tour with us (
who has
been there before) said " Sarah if you are here with us , give us a
sign." I was flabbergasted!! I looked at my fiancé and explained
the utter
shock on my face , and we continued in to other parts of the area ,I
had entered
a room just of the entrance of the basement and instantly was bombarded
with
intense sadness , so much so that I got tears in my eyes . I informed
the group
leader and they took pictures around me ...BUT by this time I already
knew that
what they were searching for in the building wasn't correct , I KNEW
that what
I was feeling was the past , and the Child Sarah intended on proving
just that
to me . She (in what I would call it) attached herself to me , she
started
flashing images in my mind about what the building was before the
Elks
had
built there . It was her home . It was a beautiful Victorian with a
large porch
, parlors , a library , you name it she showed me . She told me that
she was
sad because of the remodeling that was about to happen in the building
. She
got her point across by telling me certain rooms did NOT belong . I
also picked
up a persistent man in a room on the first floor , I was flashed a
image of a
podium and people sitting and listening intently to this man . In the
ballroom
I was given images of people dancing (
only black shadows of such) And at last the third floor I approached
the end of
the main hall and was shoved by something not seen , I took a moment
and
continued on into a grand circular room with benches attached to the
circular
walls , and had the feeling of being watched , and I kept saying "this
feels like "judge and jury " . It was like you were being persecuted
, watched and they spirits were getting angry . So I wanted
to
step
out of the room for a moment and I took a step toward the door and
received a
sharp blow to my middle back on the left hand side , I went out of the
room and
was telling the group about the incident and decided to give it another
try ,
and as I entered I again got another blow to the right side of my back
...at
that point I wanted out of there FOR GOOD ...So the group agreed to
leave the
third floor and as I entered the hallway again I got pushed in the same
spot as
the first time , which happened to be in front of a very LARGE window.
The interesting part as I said before was I
knew nothing of the place ....BUT when we were leaving I told the owner
all the
stuff Sarah had told me , I told her of the man in the room that in my
mind I
seen the podium , I told of getting pushed and hit in the back.....Well
she
surprised me , not only me but many in the group as well .....come to
find out
that IS where Sarah's home was , the rooms I was seeing were the rooms
in her
home , the man at the podium would have been the black preacher that
occupied
that room after the elks club closed down...
That
night
I came home exhausted , I fell asleep and dreamt of Sarah , in the
dream she
told me her last name , so I searched her on the internet , I then
found
something more shocking , not only did I find her , the year she was
born , BUT
I also found the names of her parents . Well I had spoken with someone
that has
been to the club and knows tings about it , but they new her parents
names ,
which happened to be the same names I came across . And a as far as the
room on
the third floor , the owner informed me that this room was the judging
room for
the Elks members and where they would hold their remembrances to the
dead
brothers , and Women WERE NOT allowed in this room , and also that a
EVP was
picked up stating " You are being judged "!! ....
So needless to say I am now no longer doubting
my ability , and am more open to my experiences ...which have been many
since
that night .....