Mexico Experience

By:      bano_mona@satx.rr.com  

When I was a young boy my grandfather took me to visit his relatives somewhere deep into mexico, as we travaled thru winding roads and hillside cliffs we arrived in a small village I cant remember the name cuz it happened so long ago .  as we went into the village I noticed a young pretty lady she was so beautiful but she was tied down to a huge rock  .the stange part is that she was floating on air.  it scared the hell out of me. I cant still forget that. I remember the men telling my grandfather that the girls father tied her down so she wouldn’t flie away. because she was so pretty all the other women of the villaged envied her and cast a spell on her to fly away Also as a child there was this old man who lived in Thelma tx he told me and my cousins about the French burring gold in our land and he showed us the spot where the treasure is buried we believed him because some of our relatives have found French coins in the past. and he  told us that we should never attempt to dig it out .so whats the first thing we do. one day my oldest cousin and his brothers and I decided to dig for the treasure I was the youngest and was more afraid than the others so I stayed under a tree a few yards away. As the boys are digging and getting closer to the gold I saw my oldest cousin mickey tossed around in the air, yelling, screaming for us to remove the black dog away from him, but we couldn’t see any dog still he kept on yelling and rolling on the ground .just then my father heard the yelling and he and the boys grabbed mickey from the legs and pulled him to safety. after every thing calmed down, my father took mickey to the hospital and we told the social worker and police what had happened.just   then the dr came out  and said that mickey had dog bites   all over him and he required 322 stitches all over his body and he wanted to see the dog that bit him just in case it might have rabies we all told him there was no dog

 

 

My Ghost Story

By:  prentaivanovic@yahoo.com

My name is Prenta and I lived in Hamtramck in a 2 story flat on Grayling street, it was day time and I walked to my bedroom to change and as i was walking through the bedroom there was a mirror in my bedroom and as i walked in i was looking at myself in the mirror instead of my reflection I saw a women all dressed in black with a scarf( babushka)  and as I was walking really fast I returned to see back at the mirror I only saw myself Freaky, I was 17 yrs old. this was in 1977 .

 

My First Story

By: malvses478@gmail.com

This is my first story here. I live in a small town in Southwest Virginia. The first story takes place at a business up a hill about 50 or so feet from where we live. One night my brother and I walked up to the business on the hill above our house. Our destination was a soda machine in front of a garage. While my brother was getting a soda I happened to look across Main Street and I noticed something in the shadow of a tree beside the insurance building. I swear people I'm not lying when I say it was HUGE. It looked like a shadow person yet it wasn't human. Please don't laugh when I say that it looked like a stereotypical werewolf. It proceeded to run on two legs to the nearest shadow of a house and disappeared. I alerted my brother then we quickly ran back home. According to my brother the shadow wolves seem to follow him...even chasing him at times. He can see them in more detail though. They are more solid to him. I remember one night I was home alone while he was out for a walk. All of a sudden he was beating on the front door begging me to unlock it. I let him in and he was gasping and shaking. He was scared out of his mind. You could see it in his eyes. When he calmed down he told me that he heard a loud splash in the creek beside him. He turned to see the shadow wolf lumbering after him up the bank. Another occasion of seeing something strange. It was a bright and sunny day outside. My brother's girlfriend and I were exploring the basement of an abandoned house which was up the street from ours. The basement was pitch black, except for the light spilling in from the openings where the windows used to be. The basement was quite large too in fact. The girlfriend entered first, curiously looking around. I entered a couple seconds later, my attention drawn to the windows just as something huge and black jumped up through the opening without making a sound. Then there was nothing there but the woods which could be seen through the window. Before I could relax it returned. Peering in the window, like it was lying on the ground. I shudder to this very day when I think about what I saw. It kind of looked like a shadow person but WAY more solid than the ones I've seen before. It was human shaped I could see no nose or mouth or ears. What I could see was it's eyes. It had golden cat like eyes. It just stared at me for a few seconds before it took off. I did feel like it was a bit annoyed at being disturbed. The house we lived in was across the street from the house we saw that being in, Our house used to be a miner's bath house or something. I don't really remember the term the locals used. The house had lockers and showers in the basement. It was extremely dark and creepy. I would never go to the basement alone. I even heard that one of the other rooms used to be a barber shop for them.  The house across the street from that I really don't know much about. I do remember a older dark haired lady living there when we were little kids. There was a store and an old post office in the building next door many years ago. My brother's boyfriend at one time helped run the store back in the 80's.

 

Old Ghost/New House

 

By:      emhopkins1@gmail.com 

 

I've got a story to add to your website.  I've gone back and forth about having someone come check it out.  Just not sure I'm ready for it!  But here goes the story. My husband and I moved into a new house built on a minor Civil War battlefield. We know there was another house in the vacinity, there was also a tree that was called "the hanging tree" not far from our backyard on which about three Union soldiers were hung. Soon after moving in we noticed odd shadows/white lights that seemed to move across rooms with no apparent source. We tried to account for them by cars passing on the road but never could pinpoint anything. One evening we were watching TV when a shape ran past a door to what eventually would be our deck. The door was a good 4 feet off the ground but the person running past, ran LEVEL with the door itself. My husband and I ran for the door, flung it open and my husband jumped down and ran in the same direction. At that time we were the only house on that end of the street and, being a very small town, it's very quiet at night and sounds carry for quite a distance. We didn't hear anyone running nor did we see anyone. We were spooked but figured it was a kid and our eyes played tricks on us. Not long after that my husband jumped off the couch and ran for the door again because he said someone was standing there looking in. Again...level with the door and no deck. There was no one that we could see when we went outside.  Some months later I was up around midnight cleaning the kitchen. My husband had gone to bed and shut the bedroom door (the bedroom was at the top of the steps and the door in plain sight). I was watching TV across the great room when I saw out of the corner of my eye, a man leaning around the corner of the hallway wall smiling at me. As I turned my head, I was ready to yell at my husband for sneaking up on me when I realized the man's hair was long and blondish and my husband's is dark brown and short. I also realized the man was wearing a white shirt with full sleeves--nothing my husband owned. I couldn't see anything from the waist down. While I stood there staring, he simply vanished. I immediately ran to the hall and noticed that the bedroom door was still shut and if anyone had gone out the front door, I would have heard it. There was nothing...no sign of anyone. When my husband got up for work I told him what happened, he said it was my imagination. I didn't think so but we left it at that. However I started turning on the lights when he left the house for work since he left at 3am! A few weeks later though my husband was in the front room at the computer. To the left is a table with an antique mirror hanging over it. My husband saw movement in the mirror and turned thinking it was one of our cats on the table--instead he saw a man's shoulder and arm wearing a white shirt walk past IN the mirror. My husband simply got up and waited outside till I got home. During this time my son, who knows no fear, would NEVER stay downstairs at night by himself. He said he was creeped out like someone was watching him from outside the door! My daughter, a typical teenager at the time who kept to her room, would often come downstairs to hug me and sit close to me. When I'd ask her if something was wrong she told me that sometimes she felt someone was sitting on her bed and that she saw things move out of the corner of her eye. The strange thing is that my husband and I NEVER told the kids what we saw until they were 18 and 19! There was a time when activity seemed to stop after my husband, getting the idea from my friends, stood in the center of the house and asked whoever was there to not show themselves to him. He was left alone after that. However recently we've been experiencing marital problems and my husband moved into another bedroom. I'm now hearing footsteps in my room and I'm constantly woken by what feels like someone sitting on my bed! I'll roll over but there won't be anyone there. One night was unusually bad and I had to get up earlier than normal the next day for a class. Around 10pm I said out loud that I needed to sleep and he wasn't letting me-if he wanted to bother someone, to please go harass my husband. Strangely enough, it got quiet and I fell asleep only to be woken at 11pm by my husband who was in the bathroom frantically loking for something to stop an area on his leg from hurting! He has psoriasis but this particular time he said it felt like someone was poking him with needles! The area was deep red and gave off heat. A very odd coincidence to say the least! We've also had things go missing--a tablecloth, a 15th century style costume and various little things that turn up in different areas. We have yet to track down the tablecloth or the costume! I did tell the Ghost to not hurt my husband!

 

Old Haunted House

By:      belgardeac@uniband.com

I use to live in Willston North Dakota on 611 3rd Ave East. It was very frightful staying there I remember there where laughing and voices but I could not understand what they where saying. I use to lock my doors every night but for some reason my basement door would always open and close. You could hear people walking up and down the stairs. I use to talk about it to others but they all thought I was crazy. After awhile I got use to it I figured there was nothing harming me so.. I guess it's not that scary but ever since then I believed in after life and ghosts.

 

 

Auburntown, TN

By:      lilydane@hotmail.com 

My Uncle and Aunt now live in a house near the Bank in Auburntown.  When I was a little girl, my best friend Stephen and his family lived there.  They bought the house and were told that the previous owner, an elderly lady, still haunted the house.  They put little faith in the story and never let it bother them.   I remember playing in Stephen's room and smelling an "old lady" smell.  Like medicine and Lilac perfume.  We never felt threatened by a presence at all.  The smell would usually fade away just as quickly as we smelled it. However, one night after the family had gone to bed, Stephen's mother was wakened by the sound of toys making noise in Stephen's room.  Stephen had one problem, he was highly susceptible to nose bleeds.  The slightest bump would set off a massive flow of blood.  Stephen's mother thought it strange that he was awake and playing with so many noisy toys at once in the middle of the night.  Also, the rocking chair in his room where she would often read him bedtime stories was rocking so hard that it was banging against the wall.  She ran down the hall to his room and when she opened the door, the toys went silent, the rocking chair slowed down.  She looked at Stephen in his bed and saw that his nose was bleeding very badly and it was going down his throat. He might have drowned in his own blood if the very sweet lady's ghost had not raised such a racket that night.

 

My Paranormal Stories

By: jobo102006@yahoo.com     

I love your website, and I’m pretty much OBSESSED with the Paranormal. I watch the shows, Read the Stories, Take the pictures, Hear the voices  and search the sites. I know I may seem young, but I hope that you take my stories of REAL experiences into consideration, and maybe put them on your site. So, please hear me out, because I’ve had many experiences with the Paranormal. STORY # 1

I was about 7 years old when my first contact happened. I lived in the basement of my Grandma’s house with my mom, and I was getting ready for bed much earlier than usual, when I heard someone call my name. It sounded like my mom, so I told her I’d be right there. But I kept hearing someone call me over and over. I got mad, and once I was done getting ready, I went upstairs to try and find her.I found my grandma and asked her where my mom was. She said she was out getting groceries. I asked her if she just left and she told me that she had been out for almost an hour. So I got confused and asked if she called me. (Me and her were the only ones home apparently) And she said no. So I got scared and explained what happened. She said I was just hearing things, but I know what I heard. It was too clear of a voice to imagine it.

STORY # 2I was about 9 or 10 when this happened, and I lived in another house about 2 stories high, with my mom, my step-dad and my two little twin brothers. (They were 1 or 2 years old) I was sick and home from school. It was the afternoon, and my grandma was babysitting while everyone was at work. I was in the bathroom, washing my hands when I heard something fall. I walked out of the bathroom and around the house to see what broke and what broke it. But I didn’t see anything broken.I asked my grandma if she heard anything break and she said no I don’t know If I heard it…But it was as clear as the voice I heard when I was 7.

STORY # 3This happened when I was 12. Then I lived where I live now; an apartment here in Des Plaines. (This is where majority of the happenings took place) I was in my room, reading a book, when at the corner of my eye, I saw something by my door move. I looked and saw nothing. I shook it off and continued to read. Then I felt as if I was being watched, and again, I saw something at the corner of my eye. Only, it seemed to be a little white circle. But when I looked, I didn’t see anything…But the feeling was still there.So I just read in the Living room.

STORY # 4Happened at the same place, I was the same age (12). I was in my room, on my computer. It was pretty late, around 1 or 2 am, and I was reading something on the internet. I then heard a whisper RIGHT NEXT TO MY EAR that said “What’s wrong with you”So, I turned around and got really scared. My TV was off and everything. I turned back to the computer, and eventually forgot about it, until I heard something similar in my other ear. It sounded something like, “Something’s wrong” or “Nothing’s wrong”. It was the same voice from before, but no one was there. It sounded like a man, maybe in his early thirties, or late twenties…just making a guess. After, I heard a ‘click’ so I turned and saw my TV had been turned on just then.I wasn’t really sure what had happened.

STORY # 5This time I was 13. Still living in this apartment. This was not too long ago, maybe a couple months. I was setting up my hall bathroom, getting ready to try the Bloody Mary Legend for the first time. I was on the phone with my friend, Irlanda, and She was going to stay on the phone with me through it all. But I told her I would call her after I do it.I did the usual preparations, and went through with it. I saw her, and became terrified and switched on the lights. Then I felt pain. So I hobbled to my room and blacked out onto my bed.The next day I woke up with a headache. I looked in the mirror and saw a huge cut on my head. (I have people who’ve seen this as well.)Creepy.

STORY # 6This didn’t happen to me, but it happened to my mother. Sometime ago, I was sleeping, and my mom said she heard me walk out of my room. She was laying on the floor, trying to sleep, and she thought I walked out to try and scare her. She spoke and said something like, “Hayley I know your there.” But ‘I’ didn’t respond. So she turned to tell me, but no one was there. She SWORE she heard my door open, and my footsteps. But I was sound asleep in my room.

STORY # 7 This was the weirdest of them all…I’m not sure if it’s the paranormal, but I don’t know any other explanation. I was about to go to sleep, when I was just overcome with this disturbed feeling…I’m not exactly sure how to describe it other than it was a non-stop feeling that I was going to go insane, or spontaneously Combust. I tried to go to sleep, But the feeling just got stronger, and my mind was up and running, while I was exhausted.I attempted to get my mind off of it by TV, But it didn’t work. I actually thought something bad was going to happen to me. I was scared and nervous. It ended the next morning, and hadn’t happened since.

STORY # 7  This isn’t really a story; because it has happened a lot, and is still happening. At night, whenever I pass the hall bathroom in my house, and the lights off and the doors open, I get this terrified feeling that something evil is in there. Sometimes it’s so bad, that I refuse to go down the hall (my room is directly across from the bathroom) until my mom goes and closes the door. Then, I gathered the courage to take pictures of the bathroom at night while the lights were off. I got some good pictures, but Im not exactly sure if what im seeing is what I think it is. I took them with a disposable camera… 

 

 

PORT SAINT LUCIE HAUNTING

 

By:      157EAST@comcast.net

PORT SAINT LUCIE, FLORIDA HAUNTING IN THE EARLY 70'S PORT SAINT LUCIE WAS DEVELOPED AND LAID OUT BY A COMPANY CALLED GDC OR CENERAL DEVELOPMENT CORP. THEY WOULD GO ALL OVER THE COUNTRY AND SELL HOMESITES THEN DIFFERENT CONTRACTORS WOULD BUILD THE HOUSES, BY THE LATE 70'S AND EARLY 80'S GDC HAD MOST OF THE ROADS LAID OUT, BUT NOT ALOT OF HOUSES BUILT, IT MADE FOR A PERFECT PLACE TO FLY IN ALL SORTS OF CONTRABAND AND DRUGS WHICH IN TURN MADE IT AN EXTREMELY VIOLENT AND DANGEROUS PLACE. AT THIS TIME THERE WAS NO PORT SAINT LUCIE POLICE DEPARTMENT AND THE COUNTY SHERIFFS DEPTMENT WAS ASSIGNED TO PATROL THIS AREA, NEEDLESS TO SAY IT BEING AN OUT OF THE WAY AREA IT DID NOT RECEIVE ALOT OF ATTENTION. A PLANE LOAD OF DRUGS WAS LANDING THERE ONE NIGHT WHEN A RIVAL GROUP PLANNED TO STEAL THE DRUGS AND KILL THE CREW. THE PLANE LANDED ON DEL RIO AVENUE AND WAS  ATTACKED, EIGHT MEN AND TWO WOMEN WERE BRUTALLY KILLED THAT NIGHT, THE BODIES WERE HACKED UP AND SAVAGED AS AN EXAMPLE OF DRUG TURF .   MANY oCCURENCES NOW HAPPEN IN THIS AREA, WHEN I PURCHASED A HOUSE ON THE CORNER OF CALIFORNIA AND DEL RIO I HAD NO IDEA OF ANY OF THIS,  LOUD SCREAMS AND BANGS COULD BE HEARD THROUGH OUT THE NITE WITH NO ONE AROUND, ONE NITE I WAS IN THE BACK YARD WITH MY DOG PLAYING AND WATCHING THE THUNDER AND LIGHTING WHEN I SAW A  MISTY WHITE SHAPE HANGING FROM MY OAK TREE, MY DOG BURT WAS GROWLING AND HOLDING HIS GROUND WHEN I WENT TO INVESTIGATE, IT TURNED OUT TO BE A DISFIGURE GIRL HANGING FROM A BRANCH, WHEN I GOT CLOSE I WAS VIOLENTLY PUSHED TO THE GROUND FACE FIRST, LOUD SCREAMING WAS ALL AROUND ME FOR AN INSTANT, BY THE TIME I GOT BACK UP EVERYTHING WAS BACK TO NORMAL WITH THE THUNDERSTORM CLOSING IN. I HAD BRUISES ON MY SHOULDERS FOR AWHILE WHERE IT LOOKED LIKE SOMEONE PUSHED ME. MANY STRANGE AND FRIGHTENING OCCURANCES HAPPENED OUTSIDE AND MORE THAN SEVERAL TIMES DID I SEE THE WOMAN IN THE TREE AND ALWAYS IT WAS ACCOMPANIED BY SCREAMING AND VIOLENT ATTACKS OR HAPPENINGS. INSIDE WAS EVEN WORSE AT TIMES, THERE WAS ALWAYS A FEELING OF EVIL AND I WAS BEGINNING TO DISLIKE BEING ALONE, YOU HAVE TO UNDERSTAND THAT ONE, I AM A PRETTY BIG GUY AND DO NOT FRIGHTEN EASILY AND TWO, I INVESTED EVERYTHING INTO THIS HOUSE TO MAKE IT MY HOME. MANY TIME I WOULD PUT STUFF DOWN AND IT WOULD JUST DISSAPPEAR, KEYS, JEWERLY, CLOTHES, A POCKET KNIVE ONCE, JUST ALL SORTS OF ITEMS, I THOUGHT MAYBE KIDS WERE GETTING IN DURING THE DAY WHEN I WAS AT WORK AND TAKING STUFF.  BURT MY DOG PRETTY MUCH HAD THE RUN OF THE PLACE AND SEVERAL TIMES I CAM HOME TO FIND HIM SHUT UP IN A CLOSET, HE WOULD GET ALL KINDS OF SCRAPES AND CUTS ON HIM AND ONCE I HAD TO TAKE HIME TO THE VET WITH A BROKEN LEG,AT FIRST I JUST THOUGHT HE WAS RUNNING AROUND THE HOUSE. AT NIGHT YOU COULD HEAR ALL SORTS OF NOISES, CABINET DOORS CLOSING, ROOM  DOORS BANGING, PEAPLE TALKING AND SCREAMING, NEVER WAS ANYONE THERE, NEAR THE END OF MY STAY YOU COULD NOT SLEEP THRU A NITE WITHOUTSOMETHING  HAPPENNING, FURNITURE WOULD MOVE AROUND, DISHES WOULD BREAK, SEVERAL TIMES I WAS THROWN OUT OF BED, OTHER TIMES A HEAVY WEIGHT WOULD BE PRESSING ME DOWN, IT SEEMED LIKE THE OCCURANCES WERE ESCALATING NOT ONLY IN THE AMOUNT OF HAPPENINGS BUT ALSO IN THE STRENGTH AND VIOLENCE OF THEM. I STAYED AT THAT HOUSE FOR ALMOST 2 YEARS, DURING THAT TIME I TRIED SEVERAL THINGS TO HELP, I EVEN GOT OUR PRIEST TO COME OVER TO THE HOUSE,  I HIRED A PSYCHIC, PRAYED AND MORE, NOTHING HELPED AND THINGS JUST GOT WORSE. IT SEEMED THE MORE I TRIED TO END THE HAUNTING THE WORSE IT BECAME  FINALLY IN THE EARLY 90'S WE HAD A LARGE FIRE IN THE COMMUNITY THAT BURNED OVER A HUNDRED HOUSES DOWN TO THE GROUND, MINE BEING ONE OF THEM, THERE WAS NOTHING LEFT BUT A BEAT UP CONCRETE SLAB, A CONTRACTOR WAS HIRED BY THE CITY TO CLEAN UP THE AREA AND WHEN THEY WERE REMOVING THE TRASH ON MY LOT HUMAN REMAINS WERE UNCOVERED BURIED ABOUT A FOOT OR TWO UNDERGROUND, THEY WERE DETERMINED TO BE FEMALE REMAINS BURIED THERE ABOUT 15 YEARS GIVE OR TAKE, A BIG DEAL WAS MADE BY THE POLICE AND CITY AND FINALLY I FOUND OUT ABOUT THE VIOLENCE, MURDERS AND DRUG TRAFFIC IN MY AREA DURING THE PAST, I GUESS THE CITY WANTED TO KEEP SOME OF ITS CHECKER PAST BEHIND THEM AND PROMOTE A NICE CLEAN LIFE STYLE.  THE GIRL BURIED TURN OUT TO BE IN HER EARLY TWENTIES AND WAS PRESUMED TO HAVE BEEN BEATEN THEN HUNG TO DEATH, SHE WAS BURIED AND FORGOTTEN. I DO NOT KNOW IF HER KILLERS WERE EVER FOUND OR BROUGHT TO JUSTICE. HER LIFE ENDED VERY BADLY, DID SHE CARRY HER PAIN WITH HER BEYOND. WAS THE RAGE I FELT DIRECTED AT ME OR WAS IT FROM HER LIFSTYLE AND DEATH. OTHERS ALSO HAD THEIR LIVES BRUTALLY TAKEN FROM THEM THAT NITE YEARS AGO, ARE THEY CAUGHT BETWEEN WITH NO WAY OUT. DO THEY MAKE THEIR PRESENT FELT . PAIN, RAGE, FEAR, THESE ARE THE FEELINGS I REMEMBER MOST ABOUT MY TIME AT CALIFORNIA STREET AND DEL RIO. AT LEAST I WAS ABLE TO TAKE THE INSURANCE MONEY FROM THE FIRE AND START OVER AGAIN SOMEPLACE ELSE. EVEN THOUGH TIME FADES THE MEMORIES A LITTLE I STILL THINK ABOUT THE YOUNG GIRL WHOSE LIFE WAS ENDED, WHAT COULD SHE HAVE BECOME IF ONLY, HOW COULD SHE HAVE BECOME WHAT WAS THERE, IS SHE AT PEACE NOW. HOW COULD SO MUCH RAGE AND PAIN BE LEFT BEHIND. I HAVE TALKED TO MANY PEOPLE AND WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND IT

 

 

Port St. Lucie continued

 

By:      lizzardfreak1985@yahoo.com   

 

I left some things out on the first one since at the time seemed insignificant but it is how i am my mind never can get everything kept in order. While on South Worth rd off of Del Rio. the sightings as I have been reminded happened around 2000. As I recall since it has been a while when I sat outside waiting to see if the world was really going to end. I had heard on the t.v of a news station talking of a skunk ape but considered it like the chupacabra and I am not sure with those if they exist... Some how I am more apt to beleive in paranormal the cryptozoology. Any way I kinda disregaurded it. A person who moved in next one of my friends house had 2 dogs who went missing a few months later. He soon later put a electrified fence up. If anyone is familiar with the little pond on... Juliet or Jannet I can't rememebr exactly which one is the very last street. But when you get there you take a Left and go to the tower there is or may not be a pond there unsure but there was on when we went there to fish. with in the time we were aware of the dogs being missing we went down ot the water to see maybe if we could find the dogs and as well go and swim. I should say I was the only female of the group and didn't feel like swimming in water that could potentially have a gator in it. I walked around and found hair and bones In the same area there used be a car that burned down but don't think that s signifacant since The car had been gone a while it might have been a coincidence of the bones and hair that could tell the Hair was the same color as one of the dogs and the bones were definatley not human. We decided though we would keep the findings to our self since we didn't feel to get the owner upset just in case if he found the dogs. Either it is just me that whatever wants to bother with me since usually when I am not with my friends something happens. I was sent to find my friend Joe by his mom he had put me into a lie that he was with me... I took a back route to the pond he wasn't there so I went back the same way it had gotten dark and as I rode my bike to a half way point where  I could see the mans house we knew who had race cars was I got a feeling that I wasn't alone and I decided to cut through to his yard and made a break for it when I looked behind me there was something black that went back into the woods. I went back there after Hurricane Jeane since i had a vehicle I decided to see the area again. They have now a house built where we think what ever it was stayed and it is also where we would exit from with our bikes since we would go in one way and come out. I beleive though the occurences only happened for that year although I have heard of people talking about California where a lot more happened if I can get my friends sister to talk about it more in detail I am going to try. All she told me was that strange things would occure some things were very different. The one thing I do rememeber on California Ave is that there were alot of buses being hit there and usually being flipped over. Everyone/anyone who has hit one of these busses say they didn't see the bus....... The erected stop signs speed bumps and lights and yet I rememebr one that happened before I left South worth was after those were erected. I have more paranormal or unexplained happenings I will try to post. Thanx for giving us a place to post. 

 

 

 

 

Death in the Family

By:      Rhoe.Parker@Angliangroup.com

 My experience:I come from a long line of psychics, and I must have been about seven when during an afternoon nap I woke up after a very frightening dream.  At the time, we were living in Mount Butler in Hong Kong Island and Mom’s family live in Capiz in the Philippines. I ran out of my bedroom into a room full of family and family friends to tell my mom about it. I saw this Filipino man in a wooden box, dressed in a cream shirt and brown trousers, and lots of our family were around him crying. As a young child I had never seen a dead person before and was distraught by this experience. My family consoled me and told me not to worry, but it brought to their attention that I too had the gift. It was only a few years later that I was  told that the person I saw was my uncle who had been shot by the local militia in my Mom’s village in Philippines, and it surmises that the clothes I saw him in were the clothes he was buried in. So it turns out that I had a psychic snapshot of the actual Filipino funereal rights whereby the body is kept in the family house for a period of weeks so grieving people can pay their respects to him. This brother of my Mom’s, she had been having prophetic dreams around the time, warning him to leave the town because something bad was going to happen to him. He didn’t believe her and was shot by the local militia after a dispute. It is Filipino superstition that during this period that the body was stored in the family house that the spirit visits the family on the 3rd, 5th and 7th days after their death. This as it turns out was during this time that we both had these visitations. Mom was in the kitchen washing dishes when she heard who she thought was Daddy coming back from work, and she saw a man from the corner of her eye standing in the doorway wearing a light shirt and brown trousers. So she chatted to Daddy for about five minutes about his day, and what he had been up to, when it occurred to her that he didn’t answer her back once. She turned around to ask him a question, and then she realised there was no one in the doorway at all. It was at this point she was a little bit spooked as she remembered my description of Uncle Fred in his coffin and hurriedly went to check on Daddy. He had in fact come in when she heard him come in, but had just fallen asleep on the bed, fully clothed, and nit wearing brown trousers and a light shirt. So it was her brother’s way of saying goodbye, and I guess to say sorry for not having listened to her when she warned him.

Bunk-bed fright A few years later, it was 1987 round about the time that Edward Youle, Hong Kong’s governor at the time passed away. We were still living in the same flat in Mount Butler, but my sister and I had moved from the room we were in as that had been converted into Mom’s nursery where she looked after pre-school children during the day time. We were now in the room where I would have as my bedroom until we moved over to the New Territories. I must have been nine so my sister would have been about four. We shared a bunk-bed, and her being smaller stayed on the lower bunk. I awoke to pitch black, and the sound of flip flops walking up and down our corridor. I thought this was strange as it is custom to remove your shoes at the front door, and to wear slippers around the house. As I heard these flip flops get closer and closer to my door, sheer terror took over. I whispered down to my sister “Kris, can you hear that?” no one answered back, so I was trapped on the top bunk with no where to go with this noise coming closer and closer. I hid my head under my blanket, like kids do, wishing it to go away. I said this time, more insistently “Kris, can you hear that?” and something hissed back at me “Yessssssssssssssssss”- that did not sound like my little sister at all. At this point I was terrified. I tried to gather all of my strength to get out of the bed but I was too scared. After what felt like a millennia, I eventually gathered enough courage, to jump off the top of my bed, ensuring by no means that I touched the lower bunk and charged into my parent’s room across the corridor from our room. I was so embarrassed being so old and being scared I didn’t actually get into their bed, but spent the rest of the night curled up in a ball at the foot of their bed. It turns out that my sister wasn’t in our room at all that night. My question was what was that in the corridor, and in the bunk bed with me?

The strange pink light Around this time of the strange occurrence with the flip flops, we were still living in flats in Mount Butler, my Daddy; a complete atheist had an experience of his own. Daddy does not believe in the supernatural, and if God actually spoke to him, he still wouldn’t believe it. He was lying in bed one night when he woke up for no reason to this pink sphere to appear on the wall opposite to their bed. It seemed to come out of the wall, and sit there and go back into the wall again. He was puzzled by this and went to investigate. He checked out where the possible light source could be coming from, the curtains, no, we were on third floor so it couldn’t have been vehicle lights, he went into the bathroom, all lights were off, and couldn’t have come from there either. He got back into bed and tried to wake Mom up to show her. She was having none of it, and kept her head under the sheets. Well the sphere appeared again, and came out of the wall, suspended somehow, then sunk back in and disappeared. He never did figure out what that was or where it came from.

Running Ghost When he was working in the Royal Hong Kong Police he had another experience. At this point he was a superintendent and managed a section of the traffic police. They were doing their rounds when a speed camera on the road flashed for no reason. They went to investigate, and it flashed again- with no cars in the near vicinity. They thought nothing more of it until the pictures were developed, and on one of the photo’s there is a distinct picture of a person, blurred apparently running very fast. So fast it set off a speed camera?

The Ghost dog When we were still living in Mount Butler, I had one other experience that reaffirmed my belief in the supernatural, and two other people I was with experienced it too. I must have been about fourteen, when my sister and my best friend at the time decided to go for a walk in the countryside. So where we lived was surrounded by Hong Kong countryside which as perfect for me as I was a tomboy, and spent as much of my time as possible out and about exploring and climbing trees. We walked off out of our flat, up the hill and towards this quarry. After passing the quarry we came across this stream to our left. We saw this Great Dane coming towards us with blood shot eyes. It seemed oblivious to us, and a cold breeze shot past with it. I turned to my friend Martin and said, “Did you feel that coldness?”- And being kids, thought nothing more of it, and carried on exploring. Obviously with Hong Kong being so small large dogs are unusual and we happened to know the owners, so when we returned home we went to Daddy and said we saw Mr (I forget the name)’s Great Dane up the road without his owner, running. Daddy said “that’s odd, because the dog died of a heart attack a few weeks ago”. As it goes, it had been running up the road on a very hot day with its owner and decided to go for a dip in the stream, but the coldness gave him a heart attack and he died then and there. Why he chose to show himself to us, we will never know. However, being kids, we were all well and truly spooked.

Diana Experience Just before I started University in UK, I was visiting some friends in Cardiff. I was feeling very odd that night, and as we were heading out into town a premonition hit me. I turned around to my friend and said “Something very big is going to happen tonight”. He just looked at me like I was stark raving mad, so I dropped it. So we went out and had a lark and came back thinking nothing more of it. Imagine our surprise when we woke up in the morning and splashed all over the news was coverage on Diana’s death.

Uttoxeter Cemetery experience So I started uni in Derby in the Midlands, and where I was living was Student digs on Uttoxeter New Road. I was heavily into my Goth influence back then, not so much now, but I still love old cemeteries and dramatic clothing. There was this beautiful one on our road that I used to visit regularly and read and draw with many beautiful statues and old old grave stones. One day my ex boyfriend and I went to visit it as it was a lovely day turning to evening.  So we wondered around looking at all the grave stones, and the statues, trying to find the oldest tombstone we could. It must have been coming up to winter time as the sun set quickly, and we realised in a panic that the gate had been closed so we were locked in  the Cemetery and had to find another way out. So we walked along the perimeter looking for a likely tree to help us over the wall, when the sun just disappeared and we were pitched into almost complete darkness.   Then for no reason at all, the mist appeared over the headstones so it was hard to avoid the graves themselves. So it suddenly looked just like a horror movie set, trying to avoid broken tombstones, and holes in graves, and that damned mist in the dark. By this point I was pretty panicked, frantically trying to get out, with this feeling of overwhelming dread descending over me, and all cells in my body telling me to leave right now! We eventually scrambled over a wall into the student bar, and that feeling just lifted, just like that. It’s only a few months ago, that I was looking on line about ghosts in Derby that I found out that that very cemetery is very haunted. Brilliant, I have wanted to go back there for ages now.More to come, I promise, these are the only ones I remember for the moment.

My dreams  I thought that was the end of my experiences, but looking at the dreams section, I have remembered some more I want to share with you. I have always had very vivid dreams, some, not necessarily all coming true, but all seem to have symbolic importance in the coming days, weeks, or even sometimes years. I more often than not have déjà vu experiences even if I haven’t ever a) done this before b) seen places or people before or c) really ever thought about these things when I am conscious. I haven’t really wanted to tell people about them as most people I worry that people will think I am quite mad. 

Prophetic dream/ Out of Body experience: Puss in Boots and Australia This was round about the time that I came to understand that I had a gift of some form, if only you could call it a gift, it still does not make much sense to me. This happened around 1994. This dream began at the entrance of a shopping area somewhere I had never been to before. I started going up an escalator when my cat appeared and we had a conversation, needless to say I wasn’t at all phased by the fact that my cat was a) walking upright b) that he was talking to me c) that he was dressed in a puss in boots costume, complete with pirate red boots and d) that he was actually out and about with me rather than in our house. He was riding the handhold and telling me to look around me and remember as much detail as possible. Obviously I took as much of it in and thanked him. Then I woke up, and that was that I thought. Until we went to Australia for the first time about six months later with my family. Sure enough we rocked up to this shopping mall, I think it may have been in Brisbane, when sure enough, I had that de je vu feeling and I looked around at the layout, the escalators, and shops around me and knew I had been here before when I remembered my dream. I said to them “Hey I’ve been here before” and as would be expected, they just looked at me like I am mad.

 

Reoccurring prophetic dreams:  I have these re-occurring dreams. I never really understood the importance of them until about eight years ago. These dreams differ slightly, and I still cannot figure out what it all means except I have come to understand them as my unconscious giving me the heads-up about something rather major, and bad coming my way.  It always starts at school. These dreams are so vivid even though I haven’t been to those places for over 12 years ago at least. What is weird is it is always an amalgamation of all the different schools I have been to, so I recognise them but can’t differentiate at the time which place it is, either of the three of the four secondary schools I attended. There is always a fear of being caught out, and of being watched, but in my dreams I seem not to care too much about this.  As I said, it starts at school, I am wandering around the various places, the corridors, rooms I used to frequent, the swimming pool, these are different each dream, but am always drawn to the girls changing rooms. Then I find myself in them and looking for something, be it money or goods to take of value, so to my horror I am looking in bags, and coats left there.  In my dream I am worried about being spotted by someone, but never get caught. Then I wake up, and know something is going to happen in the next few weeks. I wish I knew more about the subject. The amount of trouble I end up in the real world depends on the quantity and goods which I end up pilfering. When these dreams happen I know something is amiss and keep my eyes peeled. They have never been wrong before. If anyone could give me some insight, that would be fab.  I don’t know yet again what the importance was apart from to make me aware of my ability.

Prophetic dream: Meeting people before I meet them This has happened on many occasions to me, I thought before that maybe these people are supposed to be important to me in some way, but that is not necessarily the case. These do not come under the title of re-occurring dreams, but happen regularly enough to me.  The first time that happened, and I told this guy I had never met before until he joined my class in the before mentioned secondary schools that I had seen him in a dream, of which I did, how often do you dream about a beautiful Canadian guy who you had never met before and have him appear for real? He did the quintessential, "sorry, I have no idea who you are you mad woman" look at me, and I never really figured out his significance. The other noteworthy situation being, I dreamed about this girl in my dream, with red hair, and a black velvet cloak on, chanting spells when I was in the first year of university. Then I thought nothing more about it until I moved into another student digs in Uttoxeter new road, Derby, when lo and behold, guess who strolled in as a housemate, no one other than the girl I saw in my dream. When she was settled in and we got to know each other better, I told her about my dream about her, and she told me that she was a Wiccan and did indeed own a black velvet cloak, and practiced magic, and spells. Weird but brilliant. So we are still in contact, but yet again, the importance of that moment, I have very little idea.  Prophetic dream: The haunted house So this also happened just before I finished university in Derby I think. It was just before my ex boyfriend and I broke up. The importance of this dream is one that I have been able to break it down and understand it in its composite parts. So both of us were walking around this dark wood, and I was taking all that I had learned from watching horror movies into mind and was very careful of not wandering off on my own, made sure I had a weapon in hand in case anything happened. We eventually came to this clearing, where this ominous house stood at the end of this garden.  However, I needed the bathroom, and even though we knew it was a haunted house, I was not one of those people that would go to the loo in a haunted forest. So we walked in, and there were people there, thankfully, none looking like psychopaths or zombies strangely enough they were people we knew too. There was a feeling of dread and sadness throughout the house though and refused to go anywhere by myself. We are directed to the bathroom, which was at the end of this corridor, he decided to sit and chat to people whilst I did my business. So I started walking but the corridor was like the one from Poltergeist. It just kept getting further and further away, until I had to break into a run, desperately needing to go, and leave this house as soon as possible. I eventually made it, and threw the door open, and did what I needed to do. Then I woke up, and realised that I still needed to go. So I ran for the loo. Luckily I had the foresight to write this dream down once I had gotten back to bed, and knew, that we were doomed. The haunted house was a reflection of our relationship, being hounded by our mutual bad doings, and that the end was nigh, it was just a matter of time. And so it was.  Finally, before I finish another of my epic story telling sessions, I have one more prophetic experience to share with you, but not one from my dreams. It is to do with my pet dog.

Sophie  Her name was Sophie; she was lovely, with her white and black patch over her eye and black patch on her back. She was only like six months older than me, and had been with our family for her sixteen years. She was the loveliest sweetest dog in the world, apart from having a penchant for biting socks, eating tissues and rubber bands (she loved them I don’t know why, it may have been the texture) and attacking the Hoover.  She was suffering from basically her insides giving in, she had serious kidney problems and she couldn’t walk very well because of arthritis in her back legs, and because she couldn’t help herself any more she was kept outside. So one evening when our parents were out, my sister and I were playing with her in the garden, and I had this weird feeling come over me. I seem to be able to predict death unfortunately amongst other things. I turned to my sister, when I saw this shadow fall on our Sophie that looked like a cross, said “She’s going to die tomorrow”. She didn’t believe me being much younger than me,  but sure enough after a hard day at school, I was only fourteen or so at the time, we came back, and our parents were in pieces, and I knew it had happened. They had to take her down to the vet and have her put down as it was too cruel to keep her suffering like that. I have never seen my Daddy in pieces like that, but because I was strengthened by my fore-knowledge I supported him in his time of need. My poor Mi-Ming, who I mentioned in the Puss and boots story, was distraught as she had basically brought him up from when we adopted him as a very small kitten.  On a happier note, I had a dream after this terrible day, whereby I was watching my crazy dog run from the front of the house, in and up the stairs with much zest and energy like she would have had as a much younger dog, running up to our level of the house looking like she was having the time of her life, back and forth giving little yips of happiness grinning in her quintessentially silly Sophie way.   As because of her health problems, and her incontinence she was not allowed in except for very cold weather. I think this was her way of saying she was free and happy at last, and I knew she was in peace. She does still come and visit us occasionally, when we walk by the front of the house, and you can, still after all these years, smell her and we know she is still looking out for us.  I keep meaning to write a dream diary, I will do that this year, as these dreams seem to be too important to miss.

 

Ghost in Port Huron

 

By:prentaivanovic@yahoo.com

 

 

I Martin and my Friend Tony were fishing I saw a women about 5 ft tall with long strait black hair and she was oriental I saw a little of her face her hair was covering her face she walked by us to the waters edge and started screaming on top of her lungs, she was crying and whaling really loud for about 5 minutes we were looking at each other thinking what the hell is going on here, I walked over to her and said Are you ok? Can I Help you with anything? Can I do something for you? And she never looked up and I never saw her face only her long black hair and a white hooded sweater and she kept walking and disappeared. Scaryyyyyyyyy

 

 

Two Spectors and Red Eyes

 

By:      bano_mona@satx.rr.com

 

I grew up living in a family ranch,in south texas and i have expierenced a lot of scary things, I guess I just have what it takes to attract ghost .I have a couple of stories for you First here is the first one. as I was working mending fences one morning. I was approached by one of my cousins, his ranch is behind mine. he told me that while him and his son Myron were butchering a hog last night he saw two of my daughters watching him and his son and that I should not let my daughters out in the dark because of all the wild animals that are out there. I looked at him and I said david my girls were all asleep in their beds, and they no better, and they are always afraid to be out there. so it couldn’t have been my girls  so he and I went to get his son Myron because he remembered Myron speaking to the little girls when he asked Myron about them. Myron said that the girls couldn’t speak English and that they were cold to the touch. when I told my mother  the story she said that she remembers my great grand parents telling her about two little Indian girls that drowned in a huge pond that sits behind my house in the late 1800s.up to now evey once in a while we can hear the girls playing at night My grandfather told me this story as it happened to him and his brothers in 1924 Back then men used to hunt with lantern sand iffles.the,lanterns were used it to light the way and to  blind the animals .when the light hit the eyes of the animals it would blind the animals or birds causing them to freezeor stop moving then they would kill it. these men were so good at hunting this way that they could tell you the difference between the eyes of their prays at night. any how on this night they came across some real bloodshot eyes they have never seen before. the dogs were going wild, so the men  all fired their riffles and they could here the bullets hit their target. then soon after the five dogs were let loose. because there was no moon. the night was real dark so they could only hear this thing and the dogs fighting. after a while only one dog returned and because it was real dark they decided to wait till daybreak . then the next morning as they were searching for this thing and their dogs they found all the dogs butchered skinned and hanging from  a tree with a wire  and the the thing with the red eyes was no where to be found the men only found their own tracks and those of the dogs but no tracks of the thing they had shot at last night







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