My
Roommate
By:thebrimmmuseum@gmail.com
My
ex and
I bought my house in 1974 from the original owners. The father was a
German
immigrant
who died in one of the bedrooms.That room became my husband's study but
since
the stereo and stuff was in there i would frequently enter. But enter
carefully.Everytime I had to go in that room I got a spooked feeling. I
would
run in on me tip-toes, grab what I needed and run back with an eerie
feeling.
That
room
had a lighting fixture on the ceiling that was original (home built
1950) and
for 27
years
that
light bulb never burned out. While remodeling a few years ago i had to
take the
fixture
down
due
to faulty wiring and if it had been kept there believe
that same bulb would be
burning.
The fixture in the kitchen has a bulb that is kept on 24/7 and has been
burning
at least 10 years (i never paid any attention to this until the other
one was
taken down). It is a two bulb
fixture
where one bulb burns one in a couple of weeks while the original bulb
still
glows.
I've
decided i live with the spirit of the previous owner who I call Herbert
He
loves to take my
car
keys.
One time i came home from work and put my keys in their
usual spot. However the
next
morning they were gone. I spent almost 2 hours searching for those to
the point
I felt like
taking
the
wallpaper of the wall to see if they were there. Bye bye keys. About
two years
later I
was
setting up my Halloween decoration for the season (the front yard
becomes a
cemetery.) As I started digging a hole to put up the fence section I
hit
something metallic. There were the
missing
keys. Another time , while changing clothes I heard my keys fall out of
my
pocket and hit the floor. Being lazy I figured I would get them later.
However
they were not there. The had to be in a space about 3" x 5" but they
were gone. About one year later I came home and those keys were sitting
in the
middle of my living room floor.
The
final
key adventure began when I went to get something off my computer desk
and
knocked
my
keys
off the desk. No biggie, I'll be leaving
soon and get them on the way out. Once again
there
was
no key. My desk is about 6" from my bed. I looked everywhere. I emptied
and
move
the
desk, moved and emptied the night stand, moved everything in a space
about4" x
6".
there was nothing there but hardwood floor.
The
other
mystery is my black cat Lucy. She is at 19 because I remember having
had herher
spad
in
1990. One morning as i was leaving for work I saw a dead black animal
in the
road
ahead.
I
got out and sure enough it was my ulcy. She had been dead for a while
due to rigor
setting
in. Since I hate burying my pets I called the city to do the honors.
After a
miserable
day
at
work I walked in the house and sitting on the sofa watching TV was
LUCY.
After
this
adventure one day Lucy decided to run away. I looked for about 2 weeks
before
giving
up.
About 6 months later i pulled into the drive and sitting on the grass was LUCY.
This
was
on a Friday night and on Monday morning she was gone. This went on
about
every
sic
months for a period of 6 years then one Friday she
came to visit and has been here
every
since
My
School
By: jgpark333@sbcglobal.net
i
was in
the bathroom washing my hands and i see a stall door open all by its
self so i
turned and looked at it and it close fast like if something in there
did not
want me to see it so i get a paper towel and try my hands and i feel
something
pulling my hair so i run out of their and now i dont go in that bathroom
Shadow
People
By:auntkaren21@hotmail.com
After my brother died in his home, my family
gave it to me to live in. It was an older mobile home. One day while on
my pc
which faced the same wall that my door was on, in fact, my desk was
next to the
door. My desk is huge, and a bigger desk top than most kitchen tables
are. So
sitting at my desk I could see part of the hallway while reading,
typing or
whatever on my pc. One day I just happened to look up at the door, and
there
came a figure of a man. I could only see his shadow on the emergency
door and
wall outside my bedroom. He was either bald or had very short hair. I
just sat
there and stared for what seemed like several minutes, waiting for him
to
either come into my room or say something. It finally turned and seemed
to go
into the bathroom which was on the other side of the wall, or went down
the
hall towards the kitchen and living room area, they are both open with
no wall
dividing them. I was there alone except
for my dog chewie who is very large ( over 160 pounds ). I got up to
check it
out, because from what I saw as a shadow didn't look like anyone I
knew. I
walked by the bathroom peering in, and he
wasn't
there, so I kept going. When I got into the kitchen I saw Chewie on the
couch
looking out the window at the kids who had just gotten off of the
school bus
and were walking home. He would have barked even if he had known
whoever the
shadow was. He never made a sound. There was no one there, not even in
my sons
bedroom. I checked everywhere. If he had gone outside, I would have
heard the door
open and close. The only time my brother had short hair was when he was
in the
Marines, the only other person who ever had no hair or short hair was
my father
before he had died. The chemo and radiation treatments for cancer had
done
that. And both were dead for about 4 years, both dying about 4 months
apart. So
far this has been my only encounter with a shadow person or ghost. I
never
really knew they could or would show up like this.
This past year my daughter who works in a
nursing home was telling me they have seen shadow people there. They
seem to
only show up on this one hall section. I believe she said it was where
the
patience who weren't doing so well stayed. One patient even complained
about
being there on that hall. He said THEY kept bothering him and wouldn't
leave
him alone.When they moved him to another hall, he quit complaining. He
did
eventually die several months later. I
did see this happen on Ghost Hunters too, where they saw a mans shadow
like figure
on a locker. They have mentioned Shadow
People a few times on there too.
Now
I
suppose your wondering if I were scared. For some odd reason, I wasn't
at all.
I just wish I knew who it was. I know dogs have a 6th sense too, and I
still
wonder why my dog didn't seem to know he was there. Chewie had never
met my
brother or my father. Even if he knew them, he would have barked at
being
excited someone came to visit.
Tallahasse
Scares
By:tayafenderson@ymail.com
I
was just
about 10 years old we moved to Tallahasse Florida. Just beause my dad
changed
work.
we
lived in a large house that was paticularly
spooky. My room was across the hall
from
my
sisters. and ashe would tell me how she'd see creepy shadows and hear
weird
noises
but
I
did'nt believe her because she was only 6. That was until My dad had
went to
work my
mom
was
out shopping for summer clothes and me and my siblings were home alone.
Me and
my
sister
were having a tea party to past time by. So we had just got everything
ready
except
the
cookies and finger sandwiches.I began to roll the doe on the pan and
then i
heard it. The most quivering noise a person could ever hear. "GET OUT''
yelled a voice i began to shake my sister didnt hear anything i was
just me
which made me think i was crazy. i didnt mension this to my
parents.another
time was just after my grandma pasted i saw a gloomy image of her in my
mirror
I was sooooooo terrified. I will never go back 2 tallahasse .
The
Ghost
Who Wanted to Play
By: mweiler@sonomapartners.com
I
have
long collected ghost stories from friends and find that nothing sparks
a dull
dinner party than spooky tales, no matter how slight they are. Unfortunately my story is slight. I was
terrified of my childhood home. My parents and I lived in a wooded part
of
Gary, Indiana, at night the darkness was complete.
Anyway I was playing by myself in my bedroom
one night, when just at my ear I heard a child’s voice babble something
in
toddler-speak. It was over in an
instant, but it was unmistakabley outside of myself, a sound in my room. I froze with terror and started screaming
bloody murder. My mom ran in and calmed
me down. She told me it was probably our
neighbors, a motorcycle gang of thugs, who were probably outside my
window
trying to scare me. I’m not sure why this was supposed to be less scary
than a
ghost, but I was comforted by the falsehood. I was so scared of the
dark as it
was! Years went by before I experienced
anything else…but when I was prepubescent and stuck at home by myself I
had
some pretty typical ghost things happen.
Small hand held games, Radioshack
versions
of arcade favorites like Gauntlet, would turn on by themselves. They
would just
go beep out of nowhere as they idled on the coffee table. I remember
the
buttons were pretty hard to push,too. In the end I thought it was the
crappy
manufacturing, but it sounds like a pretty typical ghost thing. It didn’t scare me as much, and it only
happened on sunny afternoons. So that’s
my haunting! Centering around toys. I
read a woman’s story on this site, she thought her miscarried kids were
haunting her son, and it turned out my mom miscarried in our house when
I was a
kid, so maybe it was my kid ghost trying to play with me! Nothing too
malevolent, or ominous. At any rate I hope I’m too self-absorbed an
adult to
have a similar experience now! I’m a
total scaredy cat!
Baker
City
in the 60s
By: shortm@mchsi.com
We
moved
into a house on Washington St. (cannot
remember the address)
The
house
was recently painted yellow as my daughter took a picture of it and
sent
it
to me.
We
were
going to buy the house, but just one winter in it and we moved.
I
had 4
kids and they were in school and their dad was at work.
It was 10:15 a.m.
And
I was
sitting by the fireplace writing a letter and all of a sudden it
sounded
like
all
the beds and dressers were being thrown over the banister.
There was a
door
to
the entrance so I couldn't see anything.
My little Chihuahua's hair stood
up
along
her backbone and she growled. I opened
the door and there was nothing.
Tinker,
the dog, put her front paws on the bottom step and growled. I was brave
and
went
up stairs and looked in the 4 bedrooms and there was no one and nothing
at
all
being disturbed. I cannot remember if
the dog followed me up there.
I
was
scared, but just went downstairs, again, and sat down and started to
write my
letter,
again. Within about 15 minutes, the
whole thing was repeated.
Another
time it was about midnight when the whole family was woke up by what
sounded
like a ceiling falling in. My husband
checked the bathroom on the main
floor
and
I checked the dining room...I then went up stairs to ask the kids if
they
heard
anything because it sounded to me that it came from up there. Our oldest
son
said
that he heard the noise, too, but it sounded to him that it was from
downstairs.
I
walked
down the front stairway to our bedroom and checked the other bedroom
next
to
ours and started toward our bed when I heard someone run up or down the
back
stairs from the upstairs to the kitchen.
That really scared me and so I jumped
into
bed
and then heard something scratching on the wall or ceiling.
Another
time I woke up in the middle of the night and it sounded like there was
a
party
going on in the living room. No voices,
but lots of noises like things
being
thrown around. I tried to wake up my
husband, but I could not move. I
finally
fell asleep and in the morning everything was normal.
There were a few
other
things, but too many to write about. We
did find out that when we moved
in
that
the neighbors were taking bets on how long we would stay there.
St
Patrick's Cemetery in Wadsworth IL
By: etm1103@yahoo.com
I
was just
reading your entry on this location and remembered I had visited that
place
once (I’m 99% sure it’s the same cemetery).
It was probably 5 or 6 summers ago.
I remember the visit fairly well as it was the night I became
open to
the possibility of ghosts or spirits. It
was around 2 or 3 n the morning when me and 3 friends walked through
the wooded
area around the cemetery. I remember
hearing sounds I couldn’t identify and random chills in the middle of
June. And at one point seeing a shadow
near a tree. We didn’t investigate the
shadow to see if it was another person exploring. We
took it as a cue to leave.
That
was
my last supernatural experience until last December.
I was at my fiancés apartment in Skokie IL
while home on leave for Christmas and New Years. I
woke up in the middle of the night and herd
movement in the apartment I looked out the bedroom door (it was open
about ¼
way) and saw a shadow of head and shoulders walk past.
I assumed it was her roommate until I
remembered he was out of town. I quietly
got out of bed thinking it was a robber.
I slipped into the hallway still hearing noise in the family
room. As I came around the corner the
family room
was empty. I checked the front and
backdoor both were still locked from the inside. I
had heard from her, her current and past
roommates as well as from other friends of other occurrences in the
apartment. Such as lights turning on and
off by themselves, cabinets opening and closing on their own, shadows
reflected
in the TV or seen for a split second in peripheral vision.
My fiancé has also felt breezes in her room
when windows and doors are closed and her cat can be seen from time to
time
walking around looking u as if following someone when no one is there
to
follow.
Shadow
Person
By: moonlightmists02@yahoo.com
Hi,
let me
give you a little background. I have always been a big believer in the
paranomal and
am
always
interested in hearing stories about other people's experiences. My
mother use
to see
her
parents (both passed away before I was born) in her dreams and
sometimes in her
room. She would tell me stories about her time in Vietnam (she was born
there,
came her in late 70's) and how haunted it was, which I believed turned
me into
a "fan" I suppose. Anyway, as much as I believe it, seek it, read
about it, research it, etc....I have never had an experience. And I
figured if
I ever did, I wouldn't let myself be afraid.
Well,
I
had an experience. About 2 years ago, my boyfriend's boss' father lives
in a
studio that
used
to be
a barn. Well, it's located in the older parts of the city we live in.
We were
asked to
house
sit
one week. So I came over a few nights. Each night, I KNEW someone else
was
there.
There
was
no doubt in my soul and mind there was another person watching me those
few
nights
I
stayed
there. My boyfriend shrugged it off because I "think everything's
haunted." Besides, the
boss'
father had two golden retrievers to protect me. Maybe.
It
was the
third night I slept there. It was around 2 or 3 in the morning. I was
tossing
and turning
because
I
couldn't shake the fact someone was watching me. At this moment, I
layed there
awake,
casually looking at my boyfriend wondering how he could sleep so well.
I closed
my eyes
for
a
brief moment when someone touched my cheek. I opened my eyes and
brought my
hands
to
my face
because I thought it was a spider that landed on me. No, there wasn't
anything
crawling
on me. So I glanced at my boyfriend, thinking he was awake but he was
still
asleep. I
leaned
back and thought "You're paranoid" when suddenly I noticed a figure
standing next to
me.
I am
still laying down so I look up and there is a shape of a head,
shoulders, and a
body. I
start
thinking "Hmm, maybe it's the boss' father wondering who I am....then
why
isn't he saying
anything?
Maybe it's the neighbor? No, I would hear the door open...OMG, it's a
break-in,
he's
going
to
try to rape me!" And at that thought, a car passes by and light streams
into the window
hitting
this man's face, which should have scared him away or revealed his
face.
Instead, the light
shined
on
a dark mass...with no face/features. I panicked. The figure started
bending
closer and
closer
to
me. I kept looking at it and screaming at my boyfriend to wake up
because some
guy
was
in the
room trying to attack me. My boyfriend took FOREVER to wake up and when
he
did,
I
took one moment to look away at the figure to look at my boyfriend. My
boyfriend looked
at
me and
said "I don't see anything." I glanced back and it was gone. It took a
few hours before
I
could go
to sleep again, but that feeling of someone watching me NEVER went
away. I
didn't
go
back
into that room again. My boyfriend wanted to believe me. He's convinced
whatever it
was
didn't
intend harm on me and was just curious about me. He thinks if the dogs
didn't
react,
then
it
couldn't have meant any harm.
Well,
a
year later, we were asked to house sit again. I came over only twice.
My second
stay was
the
last
time my boyfriend and I stepped foot in that place. We built a fort in
the
living room and
slept
with
the kitchen light on because I was still feeling, for the lack of a
better
word, freaked
out.
I
made sure one dog slept above my head, the other dog sleeping on my
left, and
my
boyfriend
on the right. Well, in the middle of the night (unsure what time it
was), one
of the
dogs
started growling. I woke up immediately but stayed still. I looked
around the
room and did
not
see
anything that could upset the dogs. The dog laying next to me started
growling
even
louder.
The one at my head was on his feet, staring at the front door/hallway
area. I
turned to my
boyfriend
to wake him up but he was already awake. He looked at me and said
"We're
getting
the
%^&* out of here now!" We both jumped up and turned on the lights.
We
started getting
things
together to leave. Both dogs are now sitting in the hallway staring at
the wall
by the front
door.
I
started taking pictures. Now, I know what people call "orbs" are
actually sometimes
pieces
of
dust...but what I saw in one pictures was NOT dust. I took five
pictures, one
right after
the
other,
of one of the dogs staring at the wall. Only in one picture did an
"orb" show up.
Other
people have house sat since and none have had any experiences. Until
one day,
about 5
months
after I last stayed there, another female stepped into the home and
decided
right then
and
there,
she couldn't go anything farther. She said she felt uncomfortable and
didn't
like the
feeling
she was being "watched." She never heard of my stories, in fact, we
didn't know each
other
then, when she came to that place. I'm just glad someone else knew what
I was
talking
about.
A
Little
in Tune
By: jrichard@shhosp.org
Okay
so I
have always fancied myself as to be a little in tune with the
paranormal.
I had an experience this weekend which sort of confirmed this as
my
daughter was with me and experienced the same thing at the same time,
so I
know
I was
not imagining this.
A
little
history first. My grandfather's sister passed away at the age of 93.
She
still
lived in the house that was purchased by their father (my great
grandfather)
in 1903. It is on the historical
registry in our town a very old
beautiful
home which has been in my family since then. She was born and raised
in
this
house, married and lived in this house until the time of her death
about
a
week ago. Her father was killed in a train accident and her mother
also
lived
in the house until she died.
After
the
memorial service my daughter and I went over to the house to get the
food
ready
for family which was coming over after the funeral. We were alone
when
we
walked into the house and I immediately got a feeling of a presence
with
us.
My hair stood up on my arms and I really felt like somebody was in
the
room
with us. My daughter looked at me and asked if I felt that, I said
that
I did
and confirmed it when we both stopped talking and closed our eyes,
you
could
really feel it. We got really spooked and I told my daughter that if
it
was
someone with us, it was indeed family and that they would not hurt us.
About
that
time, an overwhelming scent of Lilac perfume permiated the air. It
was
the
weirdest thing. My daughter smelled it as did I and we just looked at
each
other
in disbelief. It lasted for about a minute or so and then
dissiapated.
At
this
point I was really freaked out. I called my aunt in Texas and told her
what
happened. She told me that was most definitely my great grandmother as
she
wore
that type of perfume and was indeed a real lady who had tea on the
porch
every day at 2. It was about 2 when we entered the house. She also
said,
it
would
make sense to her that she contacted me as I was the oldest female
heir
to
the family name!
I
know now
that there are things that cannot be explained, but this has really
got
me
shaken up. It just makes me wonder what she was wanting to tell me. A
side
note
is that her son has recently mortgaged the family home to pay his
mother's
hospital bills and they could possibly loose the house.
Do
you
think she was maybe trying to contact me for this reason. Guess I will
never
know!
Grown
into
My Experiences
By:
celuthea69@yahoo.co.uk
I've
always had paranormal experiences, ever since I was a child, but as I
have
grown
older
I
have grown into experiences rather than out of them.
2
Years
ago I flew the nest and moved in with my fiancé, now husband. I
felt that I
left
behind
the
spirit of my dead uncle, who had died in a motorbike accident years
before I
was
born,
and so it was a hard day for all of us. 2 months later we got married
and
went
through honeymoons et cetera, and we started to settled in to our
normal
routine.
Early the next summer, just after the
anniversary of his death, we'd spent the day with
my
parents
and came home late in the evening, around 9:30pm. I went to the
bathroom,
and took our dog with me because he'd been acting strangely all day and
didn't
want to be left alone even at my parents house. I started washing my
face and
realised
that the door was moving, rocking slowly open and closed. I glanced
down and
the
dog
was cowering against my legs, making a whimpering noise (this was
unusual to
him
- he
very rarely made any form of noise). I heard the door slam and looked
around
to
find
the door shut tight, and this surprised me because the door was very
difficult
to
slam
shut
due to the towels on the back of it.
I
was
terrified, and it took me nearly a minute to get the door open - it was
like it
was
wedged
shut. It did open, and I left the room with my dog and waited until my
husband
got in from the garden before retrying to wash my face. Nothing more
happened,
and we went to bed early because my husband had an early start the next
day.
He
left
for work at 6am the next morning. He said goodbye to me and left, and I
slept
until
around 8:30pm when the dog woke me up. I got up and went downstairs to
make
some
tea,
and found that the loaf of bread we kept on top of the microwave was
spilled
all
across
the kitchen. There were 8 slices all scattered over the floor, and the
packaging
that the rest of the loaf sat in was sealed up with a rubber band, just
as we
had
left
it the night before. My husband got his breakfast on the way to work
and so
didn't
go
in the kitchen at all that morning, so he couldn't have spilt the
bread, and my
dog
wouldn't scavenge for food (and couldn't have resealed the bag anyway).
Since then there hasn't been any activity
except the odd strange noise or unexplainable
feeling
that I get, except one day when we came home to find the back door
handle
was
standing upright, when the spring inside should have pinned it down
once it was
locked.
I'd like to think that my uncle followed me
from my parent's house, but I don't know if
this
is
possible. There's never anything malicious in the actions, but they are
a
little
frightening!
An
English
Pub
By:
benn121@gmail.com
I
have
read a lot of the stories from the Website and have found them very
interesting, so i
thought
i
would share my experiences in the hope that other people find them
interesting.
When
i was
about 15 years old my Dad became the manager of Pub, i wont say the
exact Pub
as he does not run it any more. The Pub is located near Sheffield in
England
and is on a Country road. The pub is a converted from a farm house and
barn. To
get to the pub you come off the country road and follow a small track
only
about half a mile until you reach the car park.
The first night we stayed there we all slept
in different rooms as the pub was also a small hotel
with
about
6 rooms spread over 2 floors. The first night i stayed in room number
3. When
we
started
to
go to bed, the family dog wanted to come into my room and it lay on the
carpet
and
would
not
move even when my dad was shouting at it to leave, the dog did
eventually leave
to
go
and
sleep in the corridor, but soon after my Dad closed his door i opened
mine
again to let the dog in. Now this dog is a Rottweiler with a head as
big a
boulder, but the poor thing could not get any closer to me and really
did not
want to be on its own.
I should mention that my parents divorced and
at the time i only saw my dad at the weekends.
So
the
next time i went to stay there i stayed in room number 4. Just to set
the
scene, if you come out of room number four to the right is an emergency
exit
with a push bar to open the door which leads to the fire escape stairs
and to
the left leads to a staircase which leads to my Dad's room and a spare
room
that was not being used at the time for little more than storage. I was
not
comfortable at all in the room i did not want to turn the lights out
and tried
to keep watching TV as long as i could, eventually around 3am ish i
turned the
TV off but kept the lights on. My Dad had started leaving the Dog in
the pub
area downstairs and blocked the door leading up to the bedrooms i think
he
didn't want dog hair in the bedrooms as he wanted to start letting
guests
stay
in
the rooms. Anyway the dog was going crazy, barking non stop, i was far
too
scared to go
down
and
see what was up. I then started hearing the emergency exit bar on the
door
outside my room rattle as if someone was trying to open it but they
were not
pushing hard enough to open it. The next thing i heard footsteps really
loudly
running down the stairs from my Dads room and i saw shadows pass under
the door
of my room. I felt relieved i thought my Dad had come down to go and
see what
the dog was barking at. The next day i asked my Dad what the dog was
barking at
last night when he went down, and what he said sent shivers down my
spine. He
said he had no idea he never heard the dog and never went down stairs
at all
during the night. After some research i found out that a woman many
many years
ago had slipped on those stairs and fell down them breaking her neck
and she
died instantly.
Sorry if I'm rattling on i just want to share
my experiences of the Pub all in one go, feel free to
stop
reading.
One time My Dads partner, her son and I came
home one night and the pub was in darkness
which
frequently happened, the lights would go out all by themselves, and my
Dad
who
previously was an Electrical Engineer and more than capable of
re-wiring a house
on his
own
could
not figure out why. Anyway we came home i cant remember why the pub was
closed
but
it was
and we just had a quick scan round to check no one had broken in (don't
forget
pub in
darkness,
no lights) and right at the back of the small restaurant area we could
see a
man sat at
one
of the
tables just staring at us, he was just solid black, other things
started to get
lighter like
the
flowers on the table and the chairs but this figure remained solid, we
panicked
and ran
upstairs
and stayed in one of the rooms till the lights came back on. It was not
a
burgualr, the
next
morning we check everything was still there and all the doors locked.
The
Kitchen area of the pub was a big room which was the old barn. And that
was the
worst
room
of
the house you could constantly feel someone watching you and walking
past
you.
Whoever was watching felt angry as if they were annoyed because you
were there.
No one
wanted
to
be in this room alone, my Dad had a few waitresses and bar staff leave
because
they
felt
uncomfortable working in there. Again after a bit of research we found
out that
the farmer
who
lived
in the farm hung himself in the barn, which is now the kitchen, and to
be
honest i don't
think
he
left. Objects would constantly go missing, spoons would turn up again
bent out
of shape and the whole kitchen was cold even when we had the cookers on
we
still had to wear jumpers in there.
My
step
brother and a family friend where staying in room number 7 the storage
room i
mentioned
earlier. During the night one of them (Neil) thought that the other
(Jim) had
gotten up
and
was
leaning over him as if to check he was ok. And to make it a bit more
confusing
Jim had
thought
the Neil had gotten up during the night and leaned over him. They both
said
that they
were
half
asleep but through their haze could see a figure standing above them
looking
down.
Neither
of
them fully woke up but in the morning after comparing stories they both
said
that they
did
not
get up at all during the night.
A
few
other things happened such as a football came rolling down the length
of the
pub, to
where
me
and my step brother where sitting, it literally then stopped on the
spot about
a foot
away
from
us. No one else was in the house.
The back door to the pub was locked at night,
but every morning we would find it open but the
lock
was
still in the locked position, the actual bar that locks into the socket
was
still sticking
out.
There
is no way it could have opened the lock was new and undamaged, but this
kept
happening.
This started happening about month before my Dad moved out.
Anyway
my
Dad eventually gave the Pub up, his partner did not want to stay there.
The Dog
was
never
the same it became a very tame dog, but it did start to get a little
better
after my Dad
moved
out.
Belleville
Ill Ghost Tracks
By: travis.holbrook@soar.army.mil
Im
am from
il and have been to the tracks many times the tracks were removed
yes
but
the sign is still there and the tracks are still mapped its also
believed
to be 2 albino twins that were killed by bein tied to the tracks
because
of
a illness that took over the small railroad community once there
and
it was
thought by those superstitious people that these boys were the
cause..
I
have been there a few times as I said but this time last time was
alittle
different... We turned off the vehicle shut off all the lights put the
car
in
nuetral and the car started to go back up the hill over where the
tracks
once were as this happened I got the most cold and dizzy to the point I
thought
I
was going to pass out I have ever been it was totally unexplainable
and
I had
never felt that way before the only other way or closest I can get
to
explaining it is if u have ever been put to sleep by the docter and and
u
start
counting backwards u get that feeling of dizziness? I dunno its as
close
as
I can
get to explaining it. Since then then and have yet to go back.
New
Years
Eve Encounter
By: hayleyrivers@hotmail.com
I
am a 33
year old woman living with my son and husband in Perthshire, Scotland,
U.K.
I
have
never seen a Ghost. I'm not someone who
looks to the paranormal as an explanation
for
a
strange noise, or a movement out of the corner of my eye, or a door
opening by
itself. I blame things like that on the neighbors,
tiredness and the wind!
I've
only
ever experienced something that I know to be paranormal once, there was
no
other
explanation.
The
encounter I had happened when I was 13 years old, it is still very
vivid to me
even after
20
years, and
it still brings me out in goose bumps and brings tears to my eyes.
My
Grandmother Elsie used to come and babysit me ever Saturday night, so
my
parents
could
go
out, for as long as I could remember this had been the routine.
It
was New
Years Eve and my Nana was there as usual to babysit, even though I was
probably
old enough to be left alone, it was nice for my Nan to come over to see
us.
My
friend
was also staying the night and we were watching movies, eating junk,
the usual
sleepover
stuff. Just before midnight my Nana told
us to go to the door and open it at
midnight
to welcome in the New Year. My friend
and I went and I opened the door.
The
second
it was open I felt something that is very hard to describe. It was a very heavy,
very
strong feeling of dread. It felt like
there was something evil stood on the doorstep.
We
literally froze to the spot and we couldn't move. It
was icy cold which is nothing new in
the
North
of England (where I lived at the time), on New Years eve, but this was
a
strange
type
of
cold. It was a feeling of evil that took
your breath away, terror, fear, dread, I can't
really
find the right word. I think we looked
at each other as if to say, what the hell is going
on. I could tell that she could feel it too. She managed to say "close the door,
close the
door". I think the reason I hadn't done it straight
away was the fact that I was in shock, I
couldn't
get my head around what was going on.
I
shut the
door and my friend ran upstairs and started to be sick in the toilet, I
was
just
shocked. My friend really wanted to go home but I
begged her to stay because I didn't want
to
be in
my room alone that night.
We
didn't
speak about it again, it was too strange like it couldn't possibly be
real.
28
days
later my Nana died suddenly of a stoke at the age of 64.
My friend, came to see
me
after
the funeral and said she new my Nana was going to die after we opened
the door
on
New
Years eve. She said "Did you see
it"? I was surprised because I
didn't know there
was
anything to see, I thought it was just a feeling. I
told her I hadn't seen a thing, she said
she
had,
and did I want to know what it was. I
said no, and then asked a few questions.
Was
it
human? Was it evil looking?
I can't remember what she said. I
still don't know what
she
saw to
this day and I speak to her all the time.
I think we might have talked about it
twice
in
the last 20 years, but never in depth, just a passing comment. To be honest I think
she
would
rather forget what she saw and so would I.
I sometimes wonder if I should ask
her,
but I
don't want to put an image to the feeling.
This "thing", came for my Nana, it
wasn't
good, so I would rather not know.
Just
to
clear up any confusion my Nan was a good woman, very religious and a
loving
kind
and
generous person. It was also the year of
the first gulf war, so I am hoping that the
"thing"
that came was more a omen of a bad year and not something that actually
came
and
took
my
Nana. Or a passing "thing"
that felt death and came to have a look???
If
anyone
else has had any experiences on New Years Eve, I would be very
interested to
hear,
or
anyone has any ideas about what this could have been.
Thank
you
for listening.
My
Grandmother
By: dianebucchino@charter.net
My
grandmother died along time ago. The last thing she said was don't let
the kids
forget me. 3 years later my brother, my dad, and I were alone because
my mom
was still at work. Our house is split so our neighbors live in the same
house
but next to us. So we were sitting down and we heard stomping on the
porch. So
my dad opens the door and no one's there. That happened about three
times. When
my mom got home she said she saw my grandmother sitting on the porch.
The next
night at like 2:00 in the morning my stereo goes on really loud to like
Leona
Lewis. I'm a girl so I like her music. So my dad goes in to turn it off
and it
was so cold by the radio, that he pulled his hand away and he had
Goosebumps
all up his arm. On my grandma's birthday, music started playing on my
mom's
computer. One day before school I heard voices and I said to my
brother, do you
hear that? he says yes and he's littler then me, like 7 and he assures
me it
was nothing. when we got home, we found out it was my dad's radio.
Christmas
music started playing on my mom's phone out of the blue one day. My
grandmother's favorite room was my room so at night I get a like weird
feeling
like all of a sudden I get Goosebumps on my arms. My cats move their
head
across the room like they are watching something. My mom just put this
bode
statue by our wood stove and I feel like it's watching me out of the
corner of
my eye right now. i told my friend about the stories and she slept over
to see
what i mean. the tv went on and off. then we decided to investigate. so
we went
into my mom's room and as soon as i got in there i felt weird. so my
friend
says if your here turn on the lights. nothing happens. so then her face
goes
white and she says did you here that? i was like what. and she said
there it is
again. and it sounded like something was over by the tv. we ran as
quick as we
could out of the room.
Great
Aunt
Acknowledging Me?
By: marypwillis@suddenlink.net
I'm
not
sure if this is an actual experience or an extraordinary coincidence.
You
be the
judge. My great aunt passed away some
20+ years ago leaving her
son
living
alone in the family home. He never
married and kept the home
basically
in tact the way his mother left it. (Even the Christmas presents
she'd
purchased as presents that year were still hidden in various hiding
spots
in
her bedroom, but I'm gettig ahead of myself.)
I
asked a
friend to join me in the project of cleaning this 3 story, very-very
unkept
and
cluttered, home. When we entered the home through the front door we
stood
at
the bottom of the stairs and were just sort of making a game plan but
not
speaking. The house was very still. We both looked up the stairs and
this
little peice of paper comes floating down and lands right on the bottom
step,
not
a foot from me. It was face down. Obviously I had to pick it up.
When
I
turned it over and recognized it immediately-it was a small newspaper
clipping
showing my Mom, sister and brother winning an award in a talent
contest. I smiled and called back 'Yeah Aunt Marie,
it's just me we're here
cleaning.'
My
friend
and I looked at each other and went to work.
Didn't feel unwelcome
or
anything, just acknowledged.
Guardians
of the Forest
By:
pastmstr436@yahoo.com
I've
been
looking for a site for a long time wherein I can outline an experience
that I
had back in the 80's. It remains
extremely vivid in my mind...as if it happened only hours ago. Last year, while camping in Vermont, I
related the story to a couple who was camping next to us.
They were from Massachusetts and told me
about Freetown State Forest and what was going on there.
She also told me that what I had described
was what was disturbing people there.
She called it a Pukwudgie. (Guardians of the Forest.)
Lets
go
back to the Story. I am now 48 and I
live in Valley Forge, PA. My
great-grandmother on my father's side was full-blood Lenni-Lanape. When I was younger, I lived near Philadelphia
in a town called Flourtown. I used to
practically live in Fairmount Park, (Wissahickon Creek), within the
boundaries
of the city of Philadelphia. The park is
about 20 miles long and about 6 miles wide at the most.
You'd never know that you were in a major
city when you are in there. It is a
steep valley and there used to be a ton of mills there.
The park has a long, historical past and had
involvement in the Revolutionary War. It
was also sacred land to the Delaware tribe of the Lenni-Lanape. There is a Counsel Rock there, among other
things.
I
had been
there many, many times and there are many great places.
There is "Devil's Pool" where the
Native American legends say the the Great Spirit defeated the Dark
Spirit and
an imprint was left on the rock. There
is the Ledge, which is a great fishing spot, secluded and out over the
water.
One of my favorite spots is called "Mom Rinker's Rock."
It is a finger of rock that sticks out from a
hillside deep in the park. There is only
one way on or off and the drop on all sides may not be sheer, but they
are
steep and treacherous. On the top of the
rock is an old statue of William Penn.
Engraved in the plinth is the word, "Toleration."
One
night,
during the summer of my 26th year, 4 friends and I went to
"Toleration" before it got dark.
We sat on the rock until late, talking and enjoying the
peacefulness. All of the guys with me, I
knew well. One, (named Stan), was always
seeing stuff and it was a joke of sorts.
One, (named Andy), never believed anything unless he could touch
it. Anyway, we were out there for a while
and Stan
came back from relieving himself and announced to me that there were
eyes in
the bushes. I was talking to Andy and
was closest to the land side of the rock.
I laughed, but eventually I looked.
Sure enough, there were two human-sized points of
greenish-yellow
light. After about 10 seconds, they
blinked, twice.
I
asked
Andy if he saw him and he said, "yep." About
15-20 seconds later, the owner of the
eyes stepped into the moonlight. I'll
tell you, I never saw this before and never saw it again, (except in
dreams),
but have been trying to figure out what it was since that day.
It/he
was
about 3.5 to 4 feet tall and he was squatting.
In fact, he walked in a squat. He
moved that way until he was about 12-15 feet from me, then he stopped
and just
stared at us. I could see the shadow he
was making on the ground, in the moonlight and he wasn't transparent,
(although
at times he seemed to shimmer.) He
looked wet. His hair was long and
damp-looking. His face was human, but
his nose was long, almost over his upper lip.
I couldn't see any teeth. His
eyes were greenish-yellow. He was
wearing a shirt that looked as though it was made of sticks and I think
he was
wearing a loincloth of sorts. (It may
have been his skin too.) His feet seemed
bare, but there weren't any discernible toes.
His hands were human, but his fingers were very long also.
One
hand
was held like a fist, with a stick in it that only protruded from the
bottom of
his hand and there were beads and feathers hanging from the end. The other hand was empty and he kept opening
and closing it. He didn't make any sound
at all, not even on the dry ground. I
have no idea how long we were there like that, but I do know that he
was
looking at me, because my friends, (including Andy), not only commented
on it
later, but they were looking from him to me while we were in the
"standoff."
After
a
while, he left. But he didn't walk
away. He moved to his left, (our
right.) The path that he chose was
directly off of the rock, but he didn't descend, he just moved through
the air
and we could see him passing through the trees until he was out of
sight.
Needless
to say, none of us moved for a very long time.
When we did, no-one wanted to lead or be in the back!
We
eventually made it back to the car without incident.
(Although, just before we got there, a shadow
moved across our path.) No-one was
frightened at all on the rock, only afterward.
We never went back there at night again.
I had dreams about it for years and did some research, but never
found
much. I went there, with a friend, on
the summer solistace this year with my camera.
I had saved some soil from that night and brought it with me. Nothing appeared, although there seemed to be
a "theme" that day. Everything
that we saw had red in it. Leaves, fungus, stray debris, and a passing
balloon
on the wind. We even saw a Scarlet
Tanager, (which is a very rare bird for our area.)
I
took
allot of pics and checked them all. When
I got back and displayed them on the PC, one had orbs in it. Strange
during the
day.
Mom
Rinker
was a tavern owner in Philadelphia during the British occupation in the
1770's She used to listen to the British
officers talk in the tavern, then she would pass the information, (in
balls of
yarn), down to Jacob Levering who was camped in the creek area. That is how the rock got its name. In later years, the rock was also the scene
of a report from a mill owner that stated, "Mom Rinker was a witch and
he
saw her there on the rock in the moonlight using it as the place where
she
would start her broomstick rides."
This
could
very well be a typical report of what I saw, except from a man in the
18th
century. Anyway, I've
shared my story with a few people over the
last 22 years, one of whom was in Vermont.
I was staying at Jamaica State Park there, which had its own
reputation
with the native Americans and the massacre there. She
told me that I had just described a
Pukwudgie. That was the first time that
anyone had the slightest recognition of this guy, much less a name. I would like to know if anyone else has had a
similar experience and/or knows more about this. I
didn't really want to start a discussion
thread unless the people on it were serious.
I've attached some pics.
I've
always been pretty much in tune with things since I was very young. I've had more than a few experiences in
various places including Gettysburg, and some of the Revolutionary
sites around
here. But that is another story....