by RM3_W._CASILLAS_at_NCTS-LONDON@linkncts.nctsl.navy.mil
I recently read a story where a woman said she noticed most of the
occurences happened when the person was in bed..well Mrs., here's a
true bedtime story for you...
My father was in the army and this particular time we had just moved
to Ft. Polk, Louisiana. Being that we recently got there we didn't
have a house so we had to stay in the guest house, well all five of us
had to sleep in the same room so you know it wasn't very big. The
basic layout went like this: It was a single room and when you stood
at the door there was a couch which unfolded into a sofa bed (I slept
here), in front of it is where the t.v. was. Next to it was a queen
size bed (my two sisters slept here) and next to it was another queen
size (my parents slept here), in front of my sisters bed was the
entrance to the bathroom which, as you guessed, wasn't very big.
Well one day everyone had gone to sleep already and I was laying in
bed watching t.v. when out of the corner of my eye I saw a figure
appear from the bathroom from a little above the waist down. It had a
yellow shirt tucked in to a pair of faded blue jeans and all I could
see of the arms was from the middle of the forearms down to the hands.
Well it walked out of the bathroom and walked to the right hand corner
of my bed and stood there like it was staring at me and it stood there
for a few seconds and then moved toward my sisters bed. The whole time
I was laying there whispering four letter profanities to myself, then
I got a hold of myself and said that I have to look but I foiund
myself unable to move, frozen, and unable to speak. Still watching it
out of the corner of my eyes it stopped at the foot of my two lilttle
sisters' bed and stood there as if it was staring at them, watching
them in their sleep. Then as before it turned and went towards my
parents bed and repeated the routine, this time it stayed just a bit
longer and when it was done it turned ninety degrees to face me and
raised a hand as if it were saying goodbye. It began to walk towards
the bathroom which wasn't more than a few feet away and still frozen I
still couldn't turn to look. Just as it was beginning to turn into the
bathroom I unfroze and got a good glimpse of it's back just as it was
beginning to disappear in the soft glow of some type of light that
seemed more implied than it was actully there. I never felt fear, more
like a worried sense that I would not get to really look at it. Now
some may attribute this to being sleepy but I'll tell you skeptics
this, the whole time I know I was wide awake because the t.v. was
showing "The Jackie Robinson Story" and I could notice the program
progressing, also the fact remains that after this everyone woke up at
the same time I unfroze complaining of a mild headache. My family has
been known to associate with the paranormal one way or another
throughout it's history per accounts told to me by my grandmother, My
grand father was a medium of sorts, so I've been told, you see I never
knew him or even met him, but one day when I was twelve years old I
had a sort of dream-vision of a older man who came to talk to me. He
reassured me everything would be allright (I had serious family
problems) and we sat and talked. I didn't want to leave but he made
me, so when I awoke I told my mother who then showed me a picture and
it was the same man!
My grandfather told it would be allright and it has been for the past
at least ten years.
Skeptics beware!!, the proof is in the pudding..all these people can't
be making this up. If you have any questions or comments let me know
because it would really be appreciated.
by jwc55@concentric.net
When I was about ten or eleven years old a lived in a small neighborhood
in Illinois. All of the kids would hang out together during the day. My
friend Matt lived next door to the house where is Grandpa and aunt lived
when they were alive. His grandma couldn't stand to have it tore down
right away, so they left it up for a long while. It eventually got so
bad that you couldn't go into it for safety reasons. We would always
tell each other that we saw ghosts in the windows, even if we didn't,
because we liked scaring each other. I decided I was going to scare Matt
and my sister. I looked in the window, but to my surprise I was scared.
You see Matt's aunt had died in that house, so we told each other we saw
ghosts, so that was what I was going to do. When I looked in the window,
though, I saw Matt's dead aunt rocking in a rocking chair. She was
knitting something, while sitting in front of the fire. I yelled for
Matt and Amber to come look. While we all three were standing there, the
figure suddenly turned and looked at us. We ran like there was no
tomorrow.
About three weeks later my cousin Jenny and I were walking in
front of the house. There was a window that had fell towards the road a
while back, but was still laying on the sidewalk. We were about fifty
feet away from this wondow, when we heard weird noises. We looked
towards the house and a small piece of glass flew close to the ground
and cut Jenny's ankle. It wasn't a bad cut, but a cut all the same. It
didn't hurt either one of us, but we were sure scared.
Ever since those two things happened I have been followed by
ghosts, even after I moved. I see figures and hear noises that frighten
me. It's been at least five years since these two things happened to me,
but from time to time I can still feel someone looking over my shoulder
or watching me lie in bed. I know I'm not crazy, but I am being stalked
by ghosts. The house got torn down about three or four years ago, but
all it did was make me feel like there is someone around more often.
If you have any helpful hints, let me know. I could sure use the
extra sleep at night...
by funyet@home.com
I don't think my experiances are nearly as scary as yours but here it
goes. Before i get started, I have to tell you that my house was built
in 1876. When I was a boy, about 6 or seven, I went up it to the attic
at 7:00 at night, it was winter time so it was very dark at that time
at night. Well anyway, i went up there to look for something and I tried
to turn on the light but it didn't turn on, so I proceeded up the stairs
to try to turn on the other light. I go got up to the top when i saw
many humans, walking around, they were life-like but you couldn't see
them from a distance, only when you got up close. It was like some sort
of party, they were drinking and having a good time, they didn't notice
me. I didn't seem feel that they were bad or good they were just there.
They didn't bother me so I continued to look for what i was looking
for. They were dressed in clothes from that time. I stayed to watch
until they end. Two of the drunken men got into at fight. One of the
men died at the end. I left because i was thinking that maybe they did
see me, so I left afraid that they would hurt me. I have many other
ghost stories but i'll save them for another day. And whenever i go
into the bathroom, i usually don't lock the door but when i try to get
out the door is locked. Other times when i am home by myself, i her
people walking though they hallways of my house, up and down the stairs
and all through the house, thinking maybe someone just came home i call
to them and no one answers. Another time, my family had just gotten a
new thermostat so we were learning how to use it. It was the winter
time and the day after, it was freezing in the house. Apparently there
was a extra thing so that you could turn off the heat completely, no one
new where it was so it couldn't have been anyone of us. Near Christmas
time, I slept downstairs near the christmas tree. It was around 4 A.M.
and i woke up i saw someone stand in fromt of the tree and watching me.
It was a man. I thought maybe it was just my dad and i went back to
sleep. But that evening i asked my dad if it was him and he said no it
wasn't. If anyone has any reasoning as to why this happened please
e-mail me.
by JColli8127@aol.com
This is one of the most terrifying experiences that I have ever had! I was living in an apartment in Southern California for only a short time, it was five in the morning and my husband had just left for work. No sooner did he go out the door when I heard the door open and 'walking' through the living room to my bedroom. Then my bed sank and I just thought it was my husband that he decided not to go to work. I turned around with a smile and almost passed out! There was a huge fat man laying on his back and with his head turned to me just giving me a big open mouth smile, revealing his rotten teeth. His face was very pocked with red deep holes. He resembled my ex-husband, with his Indian Chicasaw face, black hair and the heavy build, the man I was married to at this time. I knew he wasn't human like us, but he was fully manifested. I have seen ghost many times in my life and I always know they are ghost, but I don't know how.<BR>
I didn't know what to do because he didn't show any signs of leaving, so I decided to say the Lord's prayer, and with that he disappeared. But only within a few seconds there was another ghost at the left hand foot of the bed. He was a little wrinkle old man that was dressed in pirate apparel. He too had rotten teeth that was revealed with him smiling as he walked slowly toward me. He had a dirty white rag which he held out and was waving it at me. I could smell the stench of death. It being a dry dusty and dirty odor. Again I prayed the Lord's prayer and he too disappeared. I got up because I was too fighten to stay in bed.<BR>
Several days later after my husband left for work at five, again I was woken up by a young blond hair fellow. He actually had my right arm twisted behind my back and had me in a sitting position, then said in an audible voice, "I'll teach you!" Again I repeated the Lord's prayer and he too instantly disappeared.
There are other things that both my husband and I witnessed while living there, but not as frightening. We finally found out that the two families that previously lived there almost had terrible tragedies. The first family a child almost drowned in the swimming pool, and the last family the man was almost killed in a car accident.
We heard voices, had a long experience with a cat coming to our door. The manager accused me of feeding it.The water would turn on and I would have to turn it off. Music play when we would go to bed and I would have to turn off the stereo system. One morning I found all the stubs torn off of twelve hundred dollars worth of travelers checks, and they were thrown into the powder room wash bowl with water ran on them. Also orange balls of light floated around in the living room at night. One night a couple in the upstairs apartment were having sex and were using very graphic language. We complained to the manager and she got upset with us because no one lived in that particular apartment for two months.
We left when we found that the manager was involved in witchcraft.
I've had many experiences, but not quite so terrifying as in this one dwelling. However I have had more than my share for one life time of the paranormal, but one does become almost immune to feelings of fear. Ghost are all around us, and those that can't see them and aren't aware of them are fortunate. However we all must remember that there are good and bad entities and we must try to be careful which ones we allow into our lives. After all they use to be people like us in bodies of flesh and there are many people I won't allow into my life, so why should I with the spirit world. Sometimes spirits will attach themselves to one and they are extremely hard to get rid of. I most certainly understand that.
I've been having a problem with certain spirits coming into me through the night and talking. I record them on a voice activator, both in me and just being in the bedroom. I was losing a lot of sleep so I bought a cross and wore it during the day and put it under my pillow at night, but that was like buying a piece of candy, it just didn't work. I read an article on the web that suggested to keep a camera by one's bed and snap pictures if you suspect there is an entity there. It has been going on two weeks now and the first night one tried to come in me, by rocking my body back and forth, it seems this is the proceedure for them to get in. Then they start talking. I quickly grabbed my camera and snapped a picture with that I was able to sleep the entire night without being disturbed. Finally last night one of the ghosts tried again to come into me and again I grabbed the camera and snapped a picture and the entity stopped. Can't say it left because I don't know that. For some reason they just don't like having their picture taken, so the camera can be a fabulous weapon. Can't use a gun, but sure can use a camera!
Hope you enjoyed just one of many encounters I have had in my life time and still am experiencing their antics, but am mellowed out and not scared as when I was younger.
If anyone e-mails me please use the word "Ghosts" or I will delete it for junk mail.
by name withheld by request
This is just a little story I have, that really happened to me not to
long ago. I was getting a ride home from work, and I work the late
shift, so it was about 3 in the morning. When this happened, I thought
it was just my eyes playing tricks on me, but I swear I saw a woman
walking down the middle of the road. She was tall with curly dark hair,
and she was wearing a white shirt and what looked like denim shorts. I
was afriad that my friend would hit her, so I screamed and he swerved
off the road onto the shoulder. When I told him what I saw, he looked
at me like I was crazy and finished driving me home. The next day, I
told another friend about my sighting and she told me that supposedly
back in the 70's a woman fitting that description was walking along that
same stretch of road when she was struck and killed in a hit and run. I
looked into some old newspapers from that time, but found nothing, so I
really don't know if it was my eyes playing tricks on me and my friend
making a joke or if it was all true, but that is what I saw.
by RPikula@brobeck.com
This is the second submission I've made to your web page. This story
happened to me when I lived in a small town in northern Utah. I moved
into a brand new house in a small town in northern Utah with two
roommates, one of whom was an old friend named Pat, the other was Pat's
cousin named Justin. The house was newly built and very large and was
surrounded by fields and pastureland. From day one I felt an uneasy
feeling in the house and in my room. There was a constant feeling of
being watched, and it was always cold no matter how high you cranked the
thermostat. I attended college in a nearby town and wasn't working and
so I would leave early in the morning before Pat or Justin were up and
got home in the afternoon before Pat or Justin got home from work. Every
morning when I would get up to take my shower I had an incredible
feeling of fear and of being watched. I couldn't wait to leave for
school just to be out of that house. In the afternoon I would be home
alone and would hear faint voices carrying on a conversation but I could
never pinpoint where the voices came from. It wasn't the stereo, t.v.,
or anything else I could find. If I was upstairs I could hear the voices
and doors opening and closing downstairs, if I was downstairs I could
hear it upstairs. I never asked Pat or Justin if they noticed these
things also because I thought there had to be some logical explanation,
until one night for some reason I awoke in the early morning around,
3a.m., and felt myself completely wide awake. I felt like something was
wrong and because I felt uncomfortable in the house anyway I always
locked myself in my bedroom for my own security. All of a sudden I heard
a voice say my name. I couldn't believe if I heard it audibly or if it
was just my own mind playing tricks on me so I said "what?" and then I
heard the voice say my name again. I got up and turned on the lights and
there was nothing. I opened my door and looked in the hall and nothing.
The next morning I asked Pat if he had played a trick on me and he
didn't know what I was talking about. He then asked me, rather
sheepishly if I had heard or experienced any other weird things in the
house and then he proceeded to tell me how he always hears far off
voices and doors opening and closing when he is home by himself. So I
knew then I wasn't going crazy but still we were both bothered by the
goings on. A few nights later Pat awoke in the middle of the night, his
bedroom was in the basement of the house, and he had a really bad
feeling, he suddenly saw a black outline of a figure run across the room
toward him and duck at the foot of his bed. He sat up and looked down
and could see a figure hunched down looking as if it was about to
pounce. He turned to switch a light on near his bed and when he looked
back there was nothing there. Needless to say that when he told me about
it we both wanted to move. We found out later that our other roommate
Justin was, unknown to us, heavily into drugs, pornography, and we think
the occult too. We did move and nothing of this sort has happened to us
since.
by RPikula@brobeck.com
This is a true story that happened to a friend of mine. It is very
similar to the story submitted as "Attacked", 8/1/98. My friend and his
roommate shared an apartment and one night, (I'll call him Bill) Bill
came home late and went straight to bed. He was lying in bed but felt
very uneasy and he could hear a hollow tapping sound. He started to look
around the room in the dark to see if he could discover what could be
making the sound. He noticed that one corner of the room was much darker
than the other corners and thought it odd. He started to focus his
attention on the darkness and while doing so the darkness started to
grow larger and larger and spread throughout the room. He then noticed
that he could see a human figure. He described the figure as a male
figure and felt very intrigued as to what he was seeing. The figure then
started taking on more details and he could make out that the figure was
wearing black loose pants, had no shirt on, and was barefoot also. The
figure looked very thin and malnourished and had very long black unkempt
hair. The figure was holding a machete which he was tapping on the
hardwood floor of the apartment. Bill couldn't believe what he was
seeing and shut his eyes to make sure he wasn't just imagining and when
he opened them back up a second later the figure was inches in front of
his face. All Bill could do was say a prayer to God in his mind and
instantly the figure was gone. My friend Bill swears this really
happened and I believe him because he is not the type to make this type
of thing up. I find it interesting that there are similarities between
this story and others on your web page. I never really believed in
ghosts but I do believe in God and because I of that I do believe that
there are evil opposing forces.
by cat@frontiernet.net
The 'instances' began to occur soon after my parents, myself and four
brothers moved into an old Victorian House in a small town in Iowa. The
house was rather dilapidated, long since shed its former glory with its
peeling paint. But it suited my parents' pockets and with such a large
family the four bedrooms had great appeal. All too soon we learned if we
wanted to live in the house with some semblance of peace we had best
delegate what we call the 'back bedroom' in that you had to pass through
another bedroom to get to it, to an unseen inhabitant that stocked the
night in agitated frustration if you dare to venture into her room.
When we first moved in, the back bedroom, unlike the rest of the house
retained a vintage of it past. Filled with treasures that would fancy any
child's delight. A beautiful bedroom set, complete with vanity and an
ornate wardrobe closet, filled with clothes and finery that would suggest
that a 'lady' had once occupied the room. We kids, loved to play in that
room well my parents undertook the job of renovating the house.
The first instances that denoted a unseen presence in the house was an odd
patterned sound heard late in the night. Sort of a shuffle-shuffle-knock
across the creaking wood floors upstairs. This was always followed by our
dog's sudden agitation. Laying at the foot of the stairs, he'd twitch his
ears, then bare his teeth and begin to growl as if he saw someone standing
at the top of the stairs. An investigation would reveal no one was there.
As the weeks progressed, other things began to occur. Little nuances that
more often than not pointed the finger at the five child occupants. Lights
left on. The water in the kitchen sink would be found running full blast
in the morning and on occasion the front door would be found standing wide
open when my father distinctly recalled locking the door before he retired.
The shuffling sound became more pronounced, occurring nightly. My parents
bedroom, located on the first floor, would often awaken to the noise,
thinking they had arrant children up and about, my father would stomp up
the stairs prepared to seek justice only to find all five of them tucked
away. Fast asleep.
My father, still convinced it was a child at play, decided to stay up late
one night in hopes of surprising the culprit or culprits. I can not credit
this part of the story, beyond the fact that my father was of a very
serious nature, from the old school that ruled the child with a rod.
At the first sound of the shuffle, my father moved quietly up the stairs,
in hopes of catching the culprit by surprise. As it turns out he was the
one who was surprised. For all his children were still fast asleep. But
something. Someone was awake. The details he described later, denoting
that they had set his hairs standing on end was that the door to the back
bedroom, yet occupied and still filled with the previous owners effects,
lay open. Sitting at the top of the stairs, my father peered into the
front bedroom where three of his child lay fast asleep, transfixed as he
watched the dresser drawers slid open, only to be shoved shut, then the
mattress springs of the old metal bed shook, as if unseen fingers thought
to wake the children.
My parents, seeking the why or what of it began to dig into it the history
of the house. They knew that there had been only one owner. A women who
had lived well into her eighties. What they didn't know was that she had
died in the house, fell down the stairs and broke her neck. The back
bedroom, had been her bedroom. The furnishings and personal effects hers
as well. And even more disturbing, was the fact that she had in the last
few years of her life become a recluse and a shut in and as such always
wore slippers upon her feet and walked with the assistance of a cane. Thus
explained the mystery of the odd patterned shuffle-shuffle knock across the
creaking floor.
The first thing that my father did was to lock the back bedroom. In
essence, sealing it off. An unavowed promise to leave her 'stuff' and
domain alone in the hopes that she would offers us the same courtesy. In
the following six years that we lived in the house, she was rarely
meddlesome or agitated, though her presence was still noted on occasion by
the shuffle-shuffle-knock across the creaking floor. She did have her days
thought. A few instances I clearly recall was an occasion in the dead of
winter that my parent awoke to the cold in the middle of the night only to
find that once again the front door had been left ajar and in the wake of a
snow storm, three inches of snow cover the entire dining room. We'd would
awaken to find the Christmas tree light blaring into the otherwise
blackness of the living room when my parents clearly recalled unplugging
them. And on occasion, we'd still find the water facet in the kitchen
running full blast. On these rare occasions, it is interesting to note
that the back bedroom door, her bedroom door, would always be found unlock
and ajar.
by kaysalu@hotmail.com
This story is a lot like The light of St. Louis story I was reading
earlier, but this is how it goes.
My friends Brenda and Sylvia and I were out driving around after a night
of shopping down in Charleston SC. We live in a small town called
Summerville about 30 minutes away from Charleston, and we had a few
hours to kill, so we decided to drive down a road called Light Row that
a friend of mine told me about. He told me that the road was once a
strip of railroad, and that a girl walking home from a friends house
late at night when she was beaten, raped and then tied to the tracks to
be killed by the train. Not long after that incident, the tracks were
covered with dirt and the railroad shut down. Well anyways, Brenda,
Sylvia and I decided to check it out. We turned onto the road and
noticed immediately that it was pitch dark, even though the road itself
was inside the town. We also noticed that the road was very bumpy, just
like driving down railroad tracks. Sylvia and I have always had a sort
of sixth sense, and whenever something "paranormal" happens or has
happened the hair on our arms and necks stand on end and we get
uncontrollable shivers. Well, we both started shivering at the same
time when we noticed what seemed to be the image of a girl walking away
from us. We drove faster to catch up with it and when we were about 100
feet away from it disappeared, and a bright light shone on our faces, so
close that it lit up the entire interior of the car. The light was
coming closer, and even though the windows were closed and the radio was
on, we could here a train whistle, very loudly, as though it was right
next to us. The really freaky part of that is that there is no train
tracks near that area. Brenda, who was driving, freaked out and started
to back the car up real fast and the faster we backed up the faster this
light came at us. It caught up with us, actually went through the car
with one last whistle blast that left my ears ringing for days and
disappeared. Right after that, Sylvia and I stopped shivering and our
hair fell back in place. I was a scary incident. Not violent scary
mind you, but frightening nonetheless. Either way, Brenda never went
back, and though Sylvia and I have returned a few times -we have never
had the same experience- we still always can hear the whistle cutting
through the night air.
by gloomie@hotmail.com
I got two stories for you. When I lived in Chicago, IL, I was
going to a school called Jose De Diego Community Academy(near Clemente
High School). This school is said to be haunted. Many years ago, it
was known as Tuley High School. One day the south wing of the school
caught on fire, and it is said that one or two(I don't remember)
janitor(s) never made it out. Also that the ghosts haunt the basement
floor of the school where footsteps and sometimes moans can be heard
especially when hardly anyone is around like early morning or
afterschool. A time when almost everyone has gone home and the janitors
are cleaning up. My brother had once told us that he and his friends
would play basketball in the gym afterschool because one of the
(living)janitors would let them in. One particular day the janitor had
told them about the ghost and that they could talk to him. He told the
ghost to switch the lights on and off twice for yes once for no. So
they would ask questions and the ghost would answer at least until they
asked it one question. Are you a good or a bad ghost? The ghost never
answered. Friecked out my brother and his friends left in a hurry. Who
knows if the janitor had someone flick the lights, but my brother was
almost sure nobody was around the light switches. One thing is for sure
people do believe that the school is haunted.
My second story deals with my aunt's house in Houston, Tx. I've
been told that her house was built on a family cemetery which lies under
her bedroom. At first they were classicly haunted, but after a while
the ghosts left the family alone. Now the only ones that are haunted
are those who've never lived their and only come to visit. My brother
the same as above went to visit for the summer. One morning he was
their alone because everybody was at work. He would hear a chopping
noise coming from the kitchen as if someone was cutting vegetables, so
he went to see if who was home. He went inside the kitchen and found
that the noise had stopped and that the many birds that my aunts keep
were deathly quiet. They seemed as if too scared to sing their favorite
songs. Eventually he heard actual moanings. He ran out of the house
and sat on the porch, and it seemed as if the ghost followed him because
now their was a pencil rolling and dropping sound coming from thier van.
I remember this well because he had called us at home telling us about
how frightened he was. I have heard the shower running when the the
shower off and had been off for hours. My cousin Maria has heard a
sound of a nail tapping on the bathroom mirror when the only person near
it was her. It's so spooky that we take turns sitting in the bathroom
while the other takes a bath. One of my other aunts could have sworn
thet they had saw someone (one of our other family members sitting in
the living room at 2:00 in the morning when they never anywhere near the
house. One of my other cousins had the same kind of experience as my
brother except one of my that lived there was home with her. She heard
chopping and washing noises and saw that the birds were quiet. Also,
she'd leave the TV off in the living room and when she would come back
it would be turned off. She would ask our cousin if she turned it on
and she would say no. I like visiting my family, but I am weary of
their house. The weirdest part of all is that the least or never
haunted part of the house is my aunt and uncle's bedroom where the
cemetery is supposed to be. SPOOKY!
by carol.y@snet.net
When I was about 6 years old, my family and I moved into a house that
was approximately 200 years old. The house had been many things in the
past; including a candy shop, hair salon, post office, and living
quarters. The area of the house that was the post office we rented
out. I have only one experience which I remember, but my mother has
told me many things that went on there. I remember the staircase of our
house which had two landings-one near the top and another two steps from
the bottom. Hitting the second step from the first landing I would
sometimes smell fresh, rich milk chocolate, but taking a step forward or
backwards, the smell would dissapear. This happended to my entire
family, but my father smelt lavendar perfume.
Once, when my little sister had just been born, my mother was lying in
bed with the baby in the cradle beside her. The baby started to cry and
because my mother was so tired she ignored the baby thinking that my
father would care to her. Sure enough the baby stopped crying and my
mother saw a man rocking the cradle. My mother went back to sleep, but
within minutes the baby started crying again. At this point my father
entered the room. Mom was up at this point, but she asked him if he
hadn't just been in there rocking the baby. He replied that he hadn't.
My mother and father were hosting a dinner party with their two friends
Chuck and Marty. The living room, where they all were, is connected
tothe kitchen by a small window, but also through the dining room which
leads to the kitchen. Marty was helping my mother by bringing some
dishes into the kitchen and as she walked out of the living room she saw
an old man sitting in the overstuffed chair in the dining room. She
walked into the kitchen very pale and when my mother asked what was
wrong she described the man in perfect detail. He was not in the chair
when my mother went to check.
For some reason my mother had to find her birth certificate and after
seaching the house and asking us if we knew where it was repeatedly she
gave up. Asking our ghostly friends to help her find it. A few days
went by with no sign of the missing document. Then my mother went into
the living room and on the very corner of the wooden console was the
birht certificate she had been searching for.
Now this is one that happened to me. I was asleep and for some reason I
woke up to see, what I thought was, my 4 year old sister standing in my
room. I told her to return to her own room, located adjecent to mine,
because if mom found her in mine she would get in trouble. The girl
walked through the wall into my sister's room.
These are a few of the longer tales. There are many other minor ones:
seeing the top of a child's head in the mirror, sounds of heavy objects
being moved in the wall-to-wall carpeted apartment, sounds of wood being
stacked in the living room, seeing shirt-tales and other things out of
the corner of one's eyes, and the mysterious 7 pm crash in the cottage
next door to the house (we believe the cottage was once a blacksmith's
shop).
The truely odd thing about the house was that after we moved out (not
due to the ghosts but to the landlords) was that we knew the people who
moved in and when we asked them about occurances they said that they
noticed nothing.
by bparrack@kwic.com
I moved here 10 years ago with my mom and dad, and my uncle's
family, everything was fine for me, although I was only 6. My mom and my
aunt believed to hear footsteps through our house and coming down the
stairs. They heard these many times and thought someone was in the
house, but there was never anyone here, this freaked them out.
About 6 years ago my family was having a yard sale, and a woman got
out of her car and starred at our house for the longest time, she then
asked my mom if she could go inside. She said she had lived in the house
as a child. My mom gave her a tour of our house, and the woman began to
fill us in on some of the history. There had been funerals in our
living room, and many people had died in our house. This explained the
footsteps in our house, always seeming to come from upstairs.
The footsteps still continued, and up until a few months ago, thats
all that ever bothered us about the house.
In February of this year, my mom was sleeping upstairs, in the room
where people had died in, she swore to me and the rest of the household
that she had saw a man standing at the top of the stairs, he was tall
with black hair and a long beard, she described him to what she had saw
and to everyone else living here, it sounded like a man that looked
evil.....
Another event that happened was my best friend Wes, usually spends
the night a few times a week, and stays up on the computer, I have a 6
year old sister, and Wes heard a little girl saying help me as she
approached him, he turned around thinking it was my sister, and there
was no one there, he went to my sister's room and she was sound asleep.
Another one of my close friend's name is Matt, he is a frequent visitor,
and he also saw the man and heard the little girl's voice. Matt's
description of the man fit my mom's perfectly.
Another incident that happened, my mom, Matt,Wes, and myself were
all down stairs in the living room, talking about all the evidence,
which leads us to believe there are spirits here, and the pipes
upstairs, started up. They only do this when someone is running
water,Wes yelled "STOP",and the stopped for a second and made a long
moaning sound, which was followed by voices, although you couldn't make
out what they were saying.
Another 2 incidents have happened within the last month, Matt dared
his friend Peter to go upstairs and stay up there for 5 minutes, after
we had told him about all the stories. Peter went upstairs and realized
he had to go to the bathroom, so he went down the hall, and got to the
bathroom door,which is usually open, it was closed, and you can only
lock it from the inside, he turned the doorknob, and it would not open,
then when it finally opened the lights began to flicker on and off, he
ran downstairs, and is now a believer that our house is haunted.
The last one is really weird, all the other times something has
happened it was during the night, this was in the middle of the
afternoon, and my mom was folding laundry in our dining room, there is a
chandoleer over our dining room table, one of it's light bulbs fell out
of its socket, broke in the air, and hit the table, as soon as it hit
the table it started on fire!! This really freaked us out.
Although we know our house is haunted, we are going to stay, they
haven't did anything to harm anyone yet, and they are just ghosts with
unfinished business.....
by rbart13775@aol.com
my family has had many ghostly encounters that seemed to follow us
wherever we moved. i remember back quite a few years ago when my
parents lived in this apartment. many eerie sounds and sights occured
there. one time i stayed overnite and shared my sister's room. i awoke
in the middle of the nite to use the bathroom. it took a lot of talking
to myself to open the door and walk through the dining room and living
room to the bathroom. as i proceeded through the rooms, i felt
something following behind me. the rooms were cold and the sense of
evil was present. i ran into the bathroom and slammed the door and as i
looked i saw the door knob turn. at this point i was petrified knowing
i had to go back out there. it took me 20 minutes to get up the courage
to open the door and run back to my sister's room. as i did this this
"presence" chased me. i slammed the bedroom door and jumped on the
bed. at that time the door flung opened and whatever is was sat down
beside me. my sister rolled under the bed and pushed as far back as she
could by the wall. i was shaking so bad but a calmness came over me as
i remembered something someone had told us. i began to recite the
lord's prayer and as i did the thing rose from the bed and went out of
the bedroom closing the door behind it. we discussed what had happened
the next morning with our parents and unfortunately this was not the
first time nor was it to be the last time.
by rvesey@intercall.com
Well I don't know if you would like to put this down as a ghost seeing experience which I have had plenty of those as well but this story I tell you is absolutely true and means a lot to me and is always hard to tell cause of the emotions involved with it but I feel that if this is a serious Web page about such phenomenon then it might help support the beliefs of life after death.
My experience began one night while sleeping. I don't remember when it started but it felt very real and I know and don't question that it was real. I walked from room to room looking for the right one. For some reason my mother wasn't with me this time and the lights in the hospital hallway were off. Except for the red glow of the emergency exit signs and a bright light that extended from the bottom of a huge closed door at the end of the corridor, all were off. Still walking and looking at the numbers on the doors, I felt a cool breeze lightly drifting about. Then there he was appearing... no materializing right before me. My grandfather, a very tall man, stood before me looking down with sorrowful eyes and patting me on the head told me that he was no longer with us, that he had passed on. As he kneeled before me and put his hands on my shoulders and told me this, I felt something pass between...no through him and into me. He smiled a little then stood back up patted me on the head again and started walking towards that huge door with the light and as he did the door slowly opened and people stood inside with the light glowing around them and waved for him to enter. I think that it was the strength and brightness of the light but he began to dissolve into the light and as he did I woke with a shaft of sunlight coming in through my window. Then I heard her. My mother downstairs on the phone crying as the people at the hospital gave my mom the news of my grandfathers death just minutes before they called her. When I walked down stairs. She was about to tell me with tears streaming down her face. I told her I knew...that I already knew. I told her that he told me. She looked at me with puzzlment and I told her exactally what I wrote here.
My grandfather passed something over to me and to this day I can feel my grandfather's presence with me and watching me. Wherever I go he's there
So, to all you people looking for hope of life after. Yes, I believe...no in my own way I know that there is more. We live a whole life of experiences both big and small, for what to die and be no more..thats it. I think not. I know not and so do you.
by terrykm@nvbell.net
rattle-snake mountain,in reno,nv. (the party spot for the teenagers) a
couple of drunk teenagers were driving down a dirt road coming from a
party when they went around a corner to fast and tipped. everyone in the
car died instantly. last summer(1997)me, my boyfriend,his friend and my
sister, were coming down the same dirt road when we went around the same
corner and are car went on two wheels and when it was about to tip
something pushed the car back down and stopped the car. when we looked
out the windshiel the head lights were shining on a cross. the people
that were behind us came running down to see if we were okay. we asked
if they saw the cross and they didn't see anything. we looked and there
was nothing there. this has happened to a few people, people say the
teenagers that died there are not going to let anyone else die there.
by joker@alltel.net
About 13 or 15 years ago. My grandparents owned a house In Arkansas, close
to a little town called Jacksonport. My mother was the oldest of 3 kids,
witht he youngest, my aunt, still living at home. On my visits to the
house I was always terrified for no specific reason.. Without Fail, I would
shiver and quake all night and Never get any sleep. I personally never saw
anything there, Just felt a prescence. But late on night, I'd say around 2
a.m or so I was reading on the couch in the living room, and Heard My
grandmother scream.. Now this was a woman who could and would stand toe to
toe with any man on this planet.. a full-blooded cherokee inidan, She was
afraid of Nothing... So Naturally I was terrified. I walked into their
bedroom to find Grandma sitting bolt upright in bed, whiter than the sheet
she lay on.. When I asked her what had happened she said that A man had sat
down beside her on the bed and stroked her hair. She thouht it was my
grandfather and turned to greet him but on turning no-one was there. Then
just as she was thinking it was just a dream and about to go back to sleep,
a vision as she called it appeared. She said the same man just materalized
in the doorway and told her that we must leave the house in the next 2
weeks. She said that he didn't seem Threatening or mean in any way, just
concerned. Well my Grandfather said it was a Load of S#*T and stayed.. Two
weeks to the day after this vision.. The White River overran it's banks and
flooded Jacksonport, and the house that my Grandparents lived in. They sold
the house while it was still in a state of disrepair and never entered it
again..The river has since stayed in it's banks and I drive by every once
in a while just because I have too to get where I'm going..But I always get
an eerie feeling just by looking at it... thanks for listening..
by Sue.Berry@Greenalls.com
It is so nice to find people who take this seriously for a change and
not the usual sceptics who listen to you telling your experiences and
then nodding in agreement with a wry smile.
My Mum, sister and myself have been told that we are quite psychic. We
can tell if there is a presence wherever we are. I am too old now at 26
to have an over active imagination, so I know what occurred is true.
Here is one of many incidents that have happened to me.
My parents were on holiday and my sister, who is 8 years older than me,
and myself were the only ones in the house. We have separate bedrooms
at either end of a landing area. We had spent the evening in watching
TV, locked up the front and back doors, checked the windows were locked,
turned all the lights off and retired to bed. We both always shut our
bedroom doors completely, and my door handle is particularly stiff and
it can be heard distinctly when I open or shut my door. It was just
after midnight when I heard footsteps coming up the path and to the
front door and then stopped. My room is directly over the front door
and I am quite a light sleeper so this was not difficult to hear, and I
was not dreaming it. I turned on my light, opened my noisy door,
turning on any available light there was, stood at the top of the stairs
and shouted "Is there anybody there", no reply. I then went down the
stairs and entered the lounge, kitchen, dining room, again turning on
the lights, there was nothing there. I then felt I had imagined it and
went back to bed. I never mentioned this to my sister as I didn't want
to worry her or most of all, let her think I was being daft. The next
night I heard nothing, but my sister most certainly did. She asked me
two days after my incident, had I been up in the night and gone
downstairs for a drink. I told her that I hadn't and puzzled asked her
why. She told me that she had heard footsteps downstairs, which then
came up the stairs but then stopped. She apparently had shouted my name
to make sure I was alright, when I hadn't replied she had opened her
door and gone onto the landing, the lights were all off and there was no
one there. I then told her about my experience 2 nights previously
which we could both not explain. We weren't worried though as my
sisters father had died in that house, our grandma had died in my room
and many other relatives had died previously. All we could think was
that one of them had come to make sure we were alright, without our
parents, and that we were tucked into bed.
by name withheld by request
Let's start of this story with a little bit of an introduction. I grew up in a house built right before WWII. To my knowledge I know of no tragic deaths that occured in the house, although I do remember a previous owner telling me about her son being killed in Vietnam. My parents have lived in the house since 1974.
Since I was a small child I have felt uneasy when left alone and would rarely stay in a room by myself. As I got older I hated being home alone and would turn on lights in all connected rooms and shut the doors to all the others. I was very afraid of the upstairs and would not venture there alone until I was 13 and even then the hall light had to be on and the bedroom doors closed. When I moved up there I would not go into my room without a flashlight because the lightswitch was behind the door and I didn't want to be in the dark even in the few moments it took me to turn on the light.
Now to my story:
When I was little I used to see things that I called "rainbow hands." They were multicolored arm shaped objects that I would see everywhere when I was little. I remember they usually appeared around walls and seemed to be reaching out of them. I also remember that upon occasion I would wake up to see a rainbow hand above my head sticking out of the wall.
The rainbow hands didn't scare me until I got older. I stopped seeing them for awhile and decided that they were due to my overactive imagination. But then one day I saw one reaching out of the kitchen wall. I closed my eyes and reopened them and it was gone. I started to think that I was looney. I was only 10 or 11 and hadn't learned yet that ghosts weren't always white and see through, but could come in many forms.
One day I was talking to my Aunt when I mentioned the rainbow hands and she said that she used to see them too, but only out of the corner of her eye. This freaked me out really bad and for a long time I slept with a nightlight on.
I haven't seen any rainbow hands in a long time... maybe 7 or 8 years now.