My Mom's Haunted House
My lives in a 2 bedroom bungalow war time home it is around 50 years old or so. As a child growing up in this home I have experienced things I could not explain. Things like the feeling of being watched and the feeling of dread every time I was in the basement. you see my brother and I shared a rumpus room as a bedroom. And would often here a lady screaming and a baby crying in the basement. This would go on nightly we often ran crying to my mom but she never believed us. The house had a real bad vibe to it that we could not explain, it was almost like the house was suffocating the life out of us. And it did when it came to my parents, they began fighting so bad that their relationship ended in divorce. I blamed the house, and the dreaded feel I often felt in it. My baby sister would have nightmares and often see a man in her room pointing a rifle at her. Just as she was a bought to scream for my mom it would vanish. She never saw this ghost again. I often saw black shadows on my bedroom, there was two of them and they would stand and stare at me. Which seemed like hours to me and then vanish, whatever they were they haunted me for years, and stopped when I was 16. When I was 16 my brother waentss killed a victim of hit and run. Shortly after his death, my mother started to feel his presence and even credited him for saving her life. my mom was standing on a chair changing a light bulb, she lost her balance and felt a small set of hands on her legs. Those hands steady her and prevented her from falling and possibility breaking a leg or hip. On another occasion my mom was washing the back landing floor, and didn't realize that she was so close to the basement stairs. And she stood up she lost her balance and she was trying to regain her balance she felt a small set of hands on her bum push her back on to the landing. My mom would have died that day if she had fell down the stairs. Shortly after my grandma had died my mom was making her bed just as she went to fluff her pillows there was an indentation of a head on a unused pillow on her bed. She believes it was my grandma. Also my mom had these birds that chirp on her dresser when someone would walk by them. Every night these birds would go off the funny thing is no one was near them. Also my mom would come home and hear a male voice talking to her dog, the voice said nice honey which is the dog's name it was almost like a person was petting the dog. My mom thought someone had broken into her home a quick search no one was there. Often the boarders who lived in the basement would often complain of having their arm grabbed in the middle of the night. They have also told my mom that she has a ghost of an old man in her basement. My mom said she never saw this ghost, or felt him. But my sister had reported while she was carrying a basket of laundry up the stairs, her son kept looking back as if he was being chase. We have no clue who is haunting her house. But we feel 2 we know but who is this old man.
New York Haunts
hey, sounds crazy, i'm sure, anyways, i grew up in a house in new york mills, ny. well i always thought there was something wrong with me, but hey, if a bunch of other people experience some wacky experiences, then i guess there must be something wacky, going on then, right? Any ways, i lived in this house the majority of my life. from the age of 4-17 i lived there. i always thought i heard and saw things. i gradually grew desensitized to them. occasionally, i still saw things that freaked me out, but again, i believed that i was either disturbed, or was over imaginative. i moved back to this house when i was 26, and lived there until i was 35, when financial issues caused the bank to take it from me. this place, i've learned, is very haunted. when i was a child, i heard voices and saw things nearly every day(shadows that did not belong, voices talking that you could not understand, mostly) the day my grandmother died, my parents even saw a shape move down the stairs. The attic made crazy noises, but it was an old house, right? well the house had originally been built in 1854, by an old Polish immigrant. he did indeed die there, of a heart attack. he was a good man, and a very good father. in the days when i brought my children to this house, the shadow was seen only going between the children's rooms. sightings were always on the stairs leading downstairs or between the upstairs bedrooms. it appears that he is an attentive father checking on his sick children.(just a theory) well, the children did indeed become scared sh*****s at the whatever it was checking in on them.My second oldest child was diagnosed with "night terrors". i went into the area between the rooms and asked him to stop appearing, as it was scaring them and it stopped for quite a while. a few years later, my wife's aunt come to visit, walked over to my living room, looked over to the stairway, and ran like hell from the house! she refused to go any further than the kitchen. well, as I said, we were kicked out of the house by the bank. the house has gone through six, that's right, six owners, since we left! it has only been two years since then! Why is that? I wonder....
my family went to go check out the house and the guy who lived there told my mom the story but knowing my mom she kept it to herself for awhile so everything went good until we moved in and about several weeks my little sister kept claiming she heard moans and groans coming from the bathtub at night my mom still didnt tell us the story until i heard the moans and groans coming from the bathtub but i thought it was the pipes so i agnored it untill it kept happening then my little sister was to scared to go back in her room cause she heard growling outside her window so i camped out ib her room and heard it to but when i checked to see if it was a coyote there was nothing there this kept going on untill one night when i was a my friends house the next day my lil sister claims she saw a man staring at her the whole night finally my mom told us the story here it goes we dont know his name but he was the first to live in the house and he was a mean old nasty man who was hated by the town he lived in what ust to be my lil sisters room and he also ust to slaughter wild dogs for the fun of it and then bury them behind the garage he died one night when he was in the bathtub he slipped and fell and couldnt get upit is sayed that at night you will hear his moans and groans and might see him some night and on the sertain days he slaughtered wild dogs you can hear there growls as they tried to defend them self
When I was 17, my mother, step-father and youngest sister moved into a house, built around 1899. This is an old house in a steel mill town. It was very dirty when we moved in, with soot in the walls from a coal furnace that used to be in the basement. The first night we stayed there, I slept in the living room in a sleeping bag inside a bay window area. I felt very uneasy, as though I was being watched. Over the course of the next few days, I began to feel more and more uneasy, having heard various odd noises (which I attributed to it being such an old house), and having seen things move out of the corner of my eye. After our light renovations of the house, I took up residence in the basement, and the rest of my family took the other 2 upstairs bedrooms. The basement had several "rooms"...sections that led to the next, separated by doors. In the area I inhabited, we had a dividing wall built to create more of a "room" with less open space. One night I was lying in my bed, about to go to sleep after having read a book. I had a small light on next to my bed. Wall to wall, my basement room was about 35 ft long, 20 ft wide. Against the back wall was a small window. I setttled into the blankets and looked up at the window and saw a huge black mass that looked like a mound. It started at each corner (bottom) of the wall and came to a rounded point in front of the window. I was so startled all I could do was sink into my bed and cover my head. The next night I slept on the upstairs couch. Other occurances...I was walking down the basement stairs (old wooden steps, very slick, about 14 of them) and slipped on the 5th step. The right side was blocked by a wall all the way down, but the left side opened to the basement, and next to the stairs was a tire jack with a metal pole sticking straight up. I just so happened to grab the rail before I slipped off the left side (I would've impailed myself on the tire jack) and when I did, my head flew back, and standing at the top of the stairs was a skinny male figure, shoulder length dark hair, white t shirt, jeans, and no face. He was quite solid. There was a window behind him in the hallway, casing a white glow around him. My mother was pulling the lawn mower back into the basement by way of the cellar door. She lost her footing and started to fall backwards, when she said she felt a hand in the small of her back, pushing her upright. A few years ago, I had Lasik surgery, and to recover, I went to my mom's to sleep (away from my kids). I had decided to take a bath while my mom was watching t.v. I got into the tub and started hearing the basement doors slamming shut. This is a normal occurrance in the house, but this time, I thought it was mom. I yelled out "are you up here, mom" and she said "yes, i'm watching t.v.". The doors kept slamming shut until I got out of the tub. I've seen things placed at the center of the dining room table fly off onto the floor. When I had my first daughter, she was terrified to be left with my mom at the house. She was about 2 years old, playing in the dark front bedroom when she said "Thomas, don't". Thomas was the name of my sisters boyfriend, who wasn't home at the time. She was yelling at "Thomas" for taking her toys while she was trying to play. Another time, we were in the basement, in my former room. She was in the doorway when she said "mommy, who's that man" and pointed into the basement section with the bay window (shaped like the upstairs bay section, just below it). She's gone into screaming fits upon entry of the front bedroom. I've seen the image of "Joe" walking behind me reflected in the computer screen. We've all seen his head poking around the wall in the kitchen, in the area of the basement door (the basement door is between the kitchen and the second bedroom at the back of the house). My mom's had the shower curtain ripped open on her. We hear heavy footsteps in the basement when no one's home. Our "Joe" seems harmless enough, but what of the black mass in the basement? Is there another force at the house besides "Joe"? Sometimes we think so.
A Frightening Experience
When I was in my early 20s, I had one of only a few experiences with what I consider the supernatural that truly frightened me. We were in our home in North Carolina which was on top of a mountain with a terrific view of the Smokies. Every thing about the house was warm and comfortable - except one night. That night there was no indication that something really evil was about to show itself. We all went to bed as normal. My dad wasn't home with us, so my little sister was upstairs with my mother in her room, my brother was in his bedroom, and I was in mine. Everything settled down to a noiseless, deep darkness. The next thing I knew, our dog (a German Shepherd/Collie mix) jumped up on the bed and started to walk up onto my chest and stare down at me. It occurred to me that there was very little weight to her (now, this was a 50+ lb dog). I knew something wasn't right. Then as I looked at her and tried to speak, her eyes started to glow an eerie reddish glow. The whole feel was of some extreme evil. This was absolutely NOT my dog it was something trying to take on her image to get to me. I somehow jumped out from under the "being" and reached for the light switch. As the light came on, there was nothing in the room. I thought perhaps it was a dream, but I truly did get to the switch, the lights did come on, and I did "feel" the being walk up on me. I truly don't believe, in my heart, that it was a dream. I ran through the house to make certain that the evil was gone and I wanted to make sure my dog was okay. Sure enough, our dog was in my brother's room and looked up sleepily when I opened his door. She was fine and not at all the evil thing that had been in my room. The evil tried, unsuccessfully, a couple of additional times to get to me. I'll put those experiences in writing soon; however, this first occasion was the worst as it used a familiar, loved creature as its disguise.
Ghost Haunting 3 Year Old Girl
The trailer my brother rented has been rented many times so i don't know it's history but his three year old stepdaughter would be talking to herself so we thought and so one day she was crying and her mom asked her what was wrong and she said the man grabbed her by the arm and her mom asked her what man and she said the one that talks to me and so when her mom looked at her arm she had a red ring around her arm. So one day so was in the living room sitting on her knees looking up talking and my brother asked her who she was talking to and she turned around and Said the man her mom took pictures of her so when they downloaded it to the computer and on the first picture where she was looking up there was a bright circle on the wall where she was looking and the picture were she turned around the circle moved down and in a mirror that was at the top of the wall there was a man’s head looking down at her and when she show it she said mommy that's the man that talks to me and sometimes he hurts be. So now she is five and that moved and she hasn’t seen the ghost anymore
Ghost in Atlanta
This is a story that my mother told me and my sisters. Back in the forties, my dad accepted a job in Atlanta Georgia and my parents moved from Chicago Illinois to Atlanta. For several weeks they stayed at the Biltmore Hotel in Atlanta while looking for a house. One night my mother, who was eight months pregnant at the time, was alone in the room by herself because my dad was on a business trip. She said that she woke up about 3:35 in the morning and saw a man standing beside the bed looking at her. The man was well dressed in a suit and smiling at her but she knew immediately it was a ghost because although she could see him plainly, he was transparent, she could see through him. When she was growing up, the woman who had raised her told her if she ever saw a ghost to say the lord's prayer and it would go away. She pulled the sheet over her head and said the lord's prayer but when she looked again he was still there. She would close her eyes and open them again but he still did not go away. She fell asleep with the sheets pulled over her head and the next day she found out at the front desk that a man had died in that room at the exact time she saw the ghost. She described the man she saw to the clerk who asked if she knew him. She felt like the ghost meant her no harm and was there to make himself known and protect her. Her and her sister lived in an old house in Champaign Illinois and they both told me that they had encountered ghosts several times in that house and one time, they both woke up and saw one standing in their room. So far, I have never seen a ghost but I am convinced that they do exist.
Henry Mayo Hospital
I have worked as an RN at Henry Mayo Hospital for many years. There are so many reportings there I'm not sure I can list them all, but here are a few. The TCU (Transitional Care Unit) is probably the most haunted unit. It serves patients who are not acutely ill but are also not quite well enough to return home, so consequently a lot of elderly patients have spent a great deal of time there -- including ones that never quit made it home and died on the unit. There have been reports of a walker moving by itself down the hall at night. One rm in particular (don't know the number as I didn't work there regularly) has a reputation for the call light repeatedly going off at night when it is empty of patients, so much so that engineering has refused to come "fix" the bell when the nurses plead to have it silenced. I only worked there one night and had a heavy fire door slowly swing open in front of me and another nurse as if someone was going into the room. No windows or doors were open as they are bolted shut, and the door is extremely heavy. The other nurse, terrified, screamed at me, "close the door (insert extreme vulgarities), close the door!!!!!!!!" That same night I had a female patient who had been in her room for a few months and said she felt like she was going "batty" and that she was so thankful for her TV, "I don't know what I would do without it." Shortly after it went to snow/static, and I couldn't turn it off with the remote. Nor by pushing the power/on/off button on the set itself, and finally had to get a chair to flat out pull out the cord from the outlet that was situated near the ceiling. On the medical surgical unit 2 there are ghosts up and down the whole hallway, but the end opposite the nurses' station is especially bad. Rm's 148, 146 and 142 are the worst. Oftentimes patients who are dying are put in these rooms, and shortly before they do die see a little blond girl in their room at night and either ask nurses to get her out or at the very least ask who she is. I had an aide one night open up a utility locker at this same end and saw the girl crouched behind a walker, scared, looking up at her. Sometimes machines won't work in these rooms, even if you trade them in several times from the supply department with different ones, then suddenly will start working again. Myself and another nurse witnessed shadow people, at the same time, walk past the nurses' station window while the computers and lights dimmed simultaneously -- he saw the same night one small shadow person standing in a doorway just staring at him (he looked up and asked, "yes?" thinking it was a nurse aide waiting to ask him a question, only to realize it wasn't an aide). Aides have seen patients that weren't there earlier in the evening suddenly lying in a bed, and thinking it was a new admission, brought the vital signs machine back in to take their vitals only to have the patient gone and the bed still made. Med Surg 1 is next to Med Surg 2, and though isn't as bad as 2 I have had a patient complain that she felt little kids poking at her and pulling her gown all evening. Med Surg 1 was a pediatric unit for one year when the hospital was first built, but was shut down as it wasn't financially sustainable. The elevators near the cafeteria that lead down to the morgue are just plain creepy at night. I have known people that have had them slam open and closed several times before finally shutting and going down to the morgue. I personally would have them open for me almost 100% of the time if I was pushing a gurney and didn't have a free hand to hit the button, saying "thanks" to stay on whatever's good side (besides, it is kind of nice except for the creepy part). These are only a few of the stories off the top of my head, I myself have only worked on a few of the units, so I'm sure there are many more. I made a dark joke one day to one of the old time doctors that the hospital was built on indian burial ground as it has so much activity there, and he responded that indeed it is! Who knows if he is right, but all of Santa Clarita has has had indian tribes situated throughout the valley for thousands of years -- in fact we were one of the main trading hubs, if not the main trading hub, from tribes spanning down into Mexico all the way up to Canada. I can't validate the indian burial ground part, but the stories I related to you here I either experience myself or spoke with the ashen person first hand who had just experienced something themselves (except for TCU, but there again I used first hand accounts).
I had a strange thing happen to me once when I was in the Philippines visiting family. The house I stayed in was part of a group of three houses around a central courtyard and shared a restroom and shower facility with the other two houses. My family showed me around the place the day I arrived and then told me to be careful when going outside at night because there was a ghost that haunted the area. My reaction, of course, was, "Yeah, right." because I just knew they were messing with me. My third night there I wasn't feeling well and needed to go to the restroom a lot more than usual (Don't drink the water in the Philippines by the way) so I ended up going out to the restroom facility late that night. The restroom facility was on the far side of the courtyard from the house I was staying in and around the side of one of the other houses and it was very dark because the lights were out in all of the houses and the nearest street light was pretty far away. I was on my way back from the restroom and just as I walked into the courtyard something grabbed me from behind and started dragging me backward toward an empty field that bordered the courtyard. I say 'something' because it didn't feel like hands that grabbed so much as it felt like a force grabbing me on my arms. I managed to pull away from whatever it was and look over my shoulder and all I saw was a solid black human shape. I took off running toward the house and looked over my shoulder again (I know, not supposed to do that when running away) and the black thing was following me. I burst into the house and apparently I'd screamed (I don't remember doing it but I'm not surprised and I'm not ashamed) because people were coming out of their bedrooms to see what was going on. I told everyone what happened and they took it all in stride, one cousin even said, "Oh yeah, that happens." I was really freaked and didn't sleep the rest of that night and I didn't go out at night alone the rest of the time I was there. I did some reading and asked some questions since then and the answer I got most often was it was an evil spirit. From what I've read and been told these are paranormal entities that are angry, evil and seek to harm people. Sometimes they used to be human but others were never human. When I ask what they were if they weren't human I hear the word demon tossed around quite often. Regardless, there are many stories similar to mine where a black shadow or human shape has grabbed a person and I just wanted to tell you about my experience and see if anyone else had this kind of encounter.
Haunted House in Delafield!
Though I moved out in August of 1990 however, the house I grew up in and owned for a while in Delafield IS TRULY HAUNTED! In short, my family as well as many aquaintences that have stayed there heard someone walking up and down the steps leading to upstairs on numerous occasions. As a family member we just got use to it. Also, there's an attached attic to one of the bedrooms upstairs and though I personally would lock that attic door EVERY NIGHT (sliding brass lock) however, MANY TIMES in the morning it would be UNLOCKED! Then too, MANY TIMES I would be awaken with ghost/s blowing sharply into my ear and seeing white like figure/s above my bed and hearing like, ghostly laughing! My oldest brother found a full size Indian arrowhead while putting a tractor door in on the side of the old chicken coop. (now gone) However, the house is only separated from the Civil War Park (Cushing) by the Bark River. Also heard that something like a 5,000 thousand year old Indian body (now in a museum as I'm told) was discovered on the other side of Main street (road which runs by house / Jackson's place) and something like 20 / 25 years ago and while I was still living there. Lastly my speculation is that because the park is from the Civil war era AND indeed, Delafield Indians were also around at the time, perhaps either ghosts of indians, union army personal, or both are forever haunting the surrounding area.
A Child Laughed
In the middle of July many summers ago we were playing outside and we found this doll, it was (My Buddy) kind of looks like chucky. So we started playing with it. I don’t know why but my friends got this Idea of blowing the doll to peaces using illegal firecrackers at the time in Los Angeles California. I did not agree with that and I ran along to do something else. That night , I would say around 3AM something made me toss and turn and while I was about to lay completely flat I heard a distinctive child’s laugh. There was no children in the House. I froze in position from the scary noise I heard, I couldn’t rest my head down I was completely scared stiff for about 15minutes my neck hurt from the position it was in when I froze. Story tells a child was run over and killed by his mother while backing up several years before I moved their.
My Ghost Story
I grew up in a hip-roofed stone farmhouse that used to belong to my grandparents. We lived in a German-American neighborhood, and many farmhouses had a quaint "Old Country" sensibility, with the main living space a flight of stairs up from the entrance. Like many older homes, ours was large in size but broken up into small rooms. One such room was my grandmother's old pantry, just off the kitchen. My parents had turned half of it into a small home office, with a desk for the telephone (back in the day of one telephone per household!) and household paperwork, next to a window that looked out onto our back yard. When I was very small I used to enjoy looking out of our windows at night -- making wishes on stars; watching sparkling waves of snow fall through the glow of our yard light; waiting for my dad to come in from his evening milking chores in the barn; occasionally finding surprises like the summer evening that a huge green luna moth came to rest on the window of the door. The small, close "telephone room" frightened me; but I enjoyed the backyard evening view, so I'd bravely venture into the room, crawl up onto the chair next to the window and look outside. One evening I had a desire to look out the telephone-room window. As usual, I was somewhat apprehensive about entering the little room, but my curiosity overcame my anxiety, so I took a deep breath and prepared to step over the threshhold, from the warm light of the kitchen into the darkness. As I did I looked into the window -- and there I saw, staring back at me, the wizened face of an old man, hovering in mid-air. He was partially bald and had a long handlebar mustache...and he had a furious, even hateful, expression. I remember screaming in terror and running outside into the arms of my perplexed mother, crying that a scary old man was floating outside. I remember my mother wondering if I'd seen a frightening program on television and had let my imagination run away with me. I was understandably afraid to venture back into that room for awhile; but the fear and the memory of that night faded away. To the extent that I remembered my experience at all I tended to explain it in terms of a vivid imagination. And I never had another experience like that in that room. Then, many years later when I was a teen, I was sitting at the dinner table with my parents as they were reminiscing about their childhoods; their earliest memories. My father said that one of his earliest memories was of his family's original home, a small wooden house that once stood a short distance away from our farmhouse. He said that he remembered his grandfather dying and being laid out in the parlor of that little house, as was a common occurrence in that rural neighborhood even in the 20's. "What do you remember about your grandfather?" my mother asked. "He was an old man...mean and strict; we kids were afraid of him...he didn't have a lot of hair, but he did have one of those old-fashioned handlebar mustaches," Dad replied. I felt the hair rise on the back of my neck as I suddenly remembered that vision of my early childhood.
50 Year Old House
I’m Lena from Malta and I was looking at your site because I’m so interested in paranormal where I found that if we have a story, we can share it with you, so here is my story. About 8 yrs ago I was living with my ex boyfriend who had recently changed the house at that time. The house was about 50yrs old and as we were fast asleep, maybe it was between half past two and three in the morning, I began to slightly wake up because although I was not fully awake in my head I was hearing some noises like I had a metal bucket in the yard which was near the bedroom., like someone was dragging it, then the wardrobe doors began like someone was shutting and opening them The wardrobe was by the wall on the side where I was sleeping. I want to remind you that by then I was still not fully awake, and then I could hear near my ear like people talking, remember I was half awake until all of a sudden I was fully awake and at the end of the bed I saw two figures of two men and although it was dark in the room I saw them clearly. When I saw this I was in a awe and I rose on my ankles and these two figures as I already told you, were of two men, one was young and the other older and they were wearing white robes and on their heads they had white turbans and they had no feet. They half turned and looked at me and then they went forward like in slow motion and began to fade until they vanished through the wall. I was not at all frightened . I swear that I was fully awake when I saw them, and in the morning I told my ex boyfriend who did not see nothing because only me they woken up and he didn’t believe me but I know for sure that it happened. To this day I don’t know who they were. Excuse me for my poor English
Hi. I just stumbled across this site and thought I'd stick in my weirdest event. It happened in the mid 90's, when I'd not been long going out with my current partner. We got home very late one night from some friend's house, and when we came into our flat, we could hear a sound like rushing water. This block of flats is very small, only 2 storeys, and 2 flats each side. At first we thought it might be a burst pipe from the flat below us, which was empty as the old lady who'd lived there had died a few months back and no one else had moved in, so we were worried that it was going to get flooded. My partner went down t the door, and came back, saying no, the sound got less down there, and I said, no, it sounds like its coming from our attic. We pulled down the ladder to go up and at this point my partner said, 'I'm not going up there'.( He's the one who senses spirits. It doesn't bother me, although when he says there's something standing at the bottom of our bed, that's a bit unnerving!). So anyway, I went up into the attic. Its a very big attic, with good flourescent lighting, and a big gaming table in the middle. In one corner, someone in the past had had a darkroom up there, and so there was a sink for washing prints. The tap was full on, running into the sink. But, when I went to turn it off, the tap was very stiff, I had to use two hands to turn it off, so it couldn't have just 'joggled on' with passing traffic vibrations or some such. I cannot explain this, although it never happened again.
My First Experience
Throughout the years, I've had many experiences with things I've never been able to explain. I'll share some of them with Shadowlands. This is the first one I have a memory of. When I was very small (younger than 4), we lived with my grandmother while our house was being built. I always felt warm and protected in that house. I never was afraid, even though "my" room was at the top of very narrow stairs and was under the eves of the attic. I never feared anything in that room. One night there was a terrible thunderstorm and I remember dreaming that there was a fire under my parents' bed. I woke up screaming and ran into their room. I kept telling my father that there was a fire under the bed. They did their best to explain that it was only a nightmare and that there was no fire. My father even got out of bed, pulled up the covers, looked under the bed, and promised that there was no fire. I eventually fell back to sleep in the bed with them. An hour or so later, I had the dream again, but the fire was bigger. I started screaming again and woke my parents. This time, however, there was the distinct smell of burning wiring, and, indeed, the floorboards under the bed had started to smolder. Luckily for all of us, my father was able to shut off the electricity and stop the fire before it truly started. The only damage was replacing some wiring and a few floorboards. From that point on, though, my parents always listened when I had an unusual dream or saw something out of the ordinary.
I need to give you some backstory before I get into the meat of the story. My husband and I are both active duty military. We have been married for almost 2 years, I have 2 small children from my previous marriage (ages 7 & 5 at the time), and I was pregnant with our first child together. The pregnancy was going really badly and we were concerned we would lose it. I ended up being put on 'bed rest', but my husbands' duty took him away from the house for 6 weeks while I was 4 1/2 months pregnant. I only mention all this so you see why we dismissed a lot of the initial incidences as stress. We had been stationed at seperate bases, but finally got orders to North Carolina together. We ended up going 3 weeks with no house (the wait for on-base housing was 6-9 months at that time and we were looking off-base), and finally found a trailer house in a park about an hour from our base. Three weeks with no housing made us less than picky, and we rented it as soon as we saw it. The park itself was nice, with lots of military families living there and it was in a beautiful part of the country. The house was older, needed some minor repairs, but it was affordable, and most importantly, available. It was little things at first. Uneasy feelings about one side of the house, objects coming up lost only to be found nowhere near the original places and strange noises. Now, my husband and I both grew up in remote, rural areas, hunting, camping, etc., so we were used to the noises of the country. Some of the noises we ended up figuring out were rodents or squirrels running across the roof, raccoons under the house, but others we couldn't dismiss. Our second night in the house, a huge crash came from the living room. Chris and I both grabbed weapons and went out because we thought it was an intruder. Nothing was wrong in the living room. Not a thing out of place. Both the kids were sound asleep, all the doors and windows were still locked. We just sort of shrugged and went back to sleep. We learned that we are near either a mortar or artillery range, but you can easily tell the difference between when ranges go and a crash in your own living room. Ranges last all day and usually at night, and the it just sounds like a distant boom of thunder or someone playing bass really loud a mile or so away. We ended up having the baby very early, and he spent 3 months in the hospital. During that time, the creepiness in the house, especially the hallway outside of the kids room, took on a whole new level, but we shrugged it off to the stress of having a NICU baby. Once he came home, though, it didn't change. It got to where even my tough husband hated going in the kitchen at night to fix the baby a bottle because he would have to look at the hall way. The noises of people moving around in the house became even more definite. We had a baby monitor in the kids room so we could tell that they were still asleep. When we would get up, no one would be there. Then we started seeing moving shadows. Chris was taking a shower one day with the door closed. He thought he heard the door open, and saw a shadow move against the curtain, so he thought it was me. When he asked me what I wanted and there was no response, he looked out and saw that the dooor was still firmly closed and no one was there. I was actually nursing the baby in the living room, and the kids were at my ex-husband's house. When my in-laws came to visit, my mother-in-law pulled me aside and said that she felt something was wrong in the house. I started seeing shadows, too. It wasn't any particular time during the day or night, everything just seemed to happen randomly. Eventually it got to be too disturbing and we got angry. I did a lot of research, and conducted a cleansing of the house, complete with salting and smudging. We also built an iron pull-up bar and put it in the exercise area of our living room. For about a month, it was completely calm and quiet. Then, it started again, but in a different way. The creepiness in the hallway is gone and objects are tending to stay where we put them, but now we are hearing voices. I heard my daughter's voice clearly, even though she is still at my ex's house. I shrugged it off as a mother thing, but then found out Chris is hearing voices, too. It sounds like a young child, and I've heard 'mama', but Chris can't make out words, he can just hear the voice. This story probably doesn't seem too scary, and it doesn't have the 'ooooh' factor of a Hollywood story, but we are living it. We aren't scared, even though occassionally we have had to go for a drive when something really freaky happens, but we are getting tired of some of the strangeness.I talked to our landlady and she said no one else has experienced anything in the house, so maybe it is all in our heads. Our major rule is we don't talk about it in the house. We don't give it the attention we think it wants.Thanks for listening.
A Haunted Home in Vermont
A few years ago I saw in our local paper a house being given away for free to whoever would move it. I was curious to know more about the place so I called the owner. He told me that the house had a very interesting history that went back nearly 200 years. Over that time it had been a poor house, a home for girls (which meant troubled girls), a boarding house, and possibly a school. He invited me out to take a look. The house was large and sort of V-shaped. It was built to fit into a crook/curve in a road. The house had not been painted in years-it looked something like a massive beached ship. It was on an overgrown lot and loomed over this curve in the road. The owner, an old man who lived across the street, let me in to take a look around. The first floor was decorated in cheap rental style-just the cheapest fixtures, carpet, etc you would see in an apartment-no charm whatsoever. He told me that there had been renters in the house not that long ago. I was struck by the contrast between the hulking, old outside appearance and this first floor that looked like any low-budget but fairly modern apartment. We went up to the next floor and seemed to go back several decades-maybe to the 1940s or 50s. It was just older stuff-obviously they had only spent money downstairs. The change in appearance was interesting as was the long, v-shaped hallway that ran the length of the house-over two large sections. He told me kids used to ride their all over the upstairs-it was that big. There were around 20 bedrooms in total in the house, rooms leading to rooms, to halls, etc. The owner explored in one area while I looked through other rooms on my own. I noticed there were still few pictures hanging on the wall and in one closet I found a pile of Kodak pictures. The pictures showed a young mother and her newborn baby in the hospital. There were wedding pictures and many other family pictures that should not have been left behind. Why were these private, cherished family pictures left behind? I found more as I wandered through the rooms. I showed the owner the pile of pictures I had put together-and suggested that it was odd that anyone would leave these pictures behind-as if they left in a hurry, or chaotically…..something did not make sense, you know? The owner looked over the pictures and said they were from the previous tenants and that he would make sure they got them. He let me explore all the way up to the attic(two more floors)-and each floor took you further back in time—to the top floor where it was the early 1800s…..wide, hand-cut beams, blacksmithed door fittings, hinges, etc…..it was a remarkable contrast between the top floor and the bottom floor—200 years of difference. During the visit, the owner happened to mention the name of the neighbors-and it turned out to be the family of a co-worker. I emailed the co-worker later and told her I had visited the old house across the street from her mom’s house. My friend responded with “oh, that place is haunted, we always stayed away from there as kids. I knew the last people to live there and they left the place because it was haunted.” I was stunned because her first statement seemed to explain the mysterious sense that the previous tenants had left the place in a hurry. I told my friend what I had found and she was not at all surprised. I never felt strange in the house other than feeling the depressing atmosphere of a lot of lives lived there and a lot of stories left untold. I never went back and I have no idea if anyone ever moved the place-if it still stands or if it is gone.
Some Sort of Siting
I may have had a sighting of something on Charles Island in Milford back in 2003. It was a very cold nite in October and I was fishing near the island in a 14 foot boat. Sleet and snow was falling and it was late at nite. There were NO other boats anywhere in the sound that nite...I had the feeling of being completely alone....I was anchored on the sand bar at high tide to the NW of the island. I looked towards the island and saw what I though were people fishing on the island...you could barley see them walking about as they fished. But it didn't make sense that there would be people on the island at that time in that weather...Unless they were out there for 6 hours and had walked from shore when the tide was low. They appeared to be walking along the shore but seemed to move to effortlessley along the rocky shore without the aid of flashlights. After a while I didn't see them anymore. It was very strange...
A Very Haunted House
When I was 9(i'm 22 now) my mom, older sister, and I moved up north to Lincoln, Maine into a house where one of the neighbors claimed it was haunted. Apparently a guy had hung himself and the people took out the small room where he did it. Well it was the first night we were there and I was in the upstairs bathroom doing my thing when in the corner of my eye I saw a shadow figure on the wall that seemed to be running towards something then disappeared. It was there for a good 10 sec. before it disappeared. I wasn't sure whether to run out of the room screaming or call my mom. For some reason it didn't bother me though. A few weeks after moving in I was in my bed trying to get some sleep. I almost fell asleep when I felt my bed start to shake a little bit. I thought it was my imagination when it did it again. I ran out of my room and went to my moms room telling her about it. She just told me to go back to bed which I ended up going downstairs into the living room and slept on the couch. After that night I never slept on my bed that much and would just sleep on the floor. Then one night my sister went down into the basement to go get her dry clothes out of the dryer. She soon ran up the stairs with some loud pounding and ran into the living room telling my mom and I she saw a shadow figure hanging from one of the pipes. My mom thought my sister had lost her mind and just ignored it while I thought it was the spirit of the guy who hung himself who had moved himself down to the basement since the people took out the room where he hung himself. This all had happened during the summer we moved there. After that not too much happened except for stuff that would disappear and reappear in a different room from where you left it plus I would hear my name called a lot when noone was home at the time and I remember I would hear footsteps upstairs during the day when noone was up there. Then one night towards the end of winter I went down in the basement to get my mom something and she had a little light on so I wouldn't need to turn the light on. When i walked halfway downstairs I saw the shadow figure my sister had saw hanging from one of the pipes with what looked like a noose around his neck. I stopped and kneeled down looking at him cause this was something I had never seen before and me being a kid anything seemed cool to me. As I watched I saw him swinging back and forth slowly for a few minutes until he stopped and slowly turned his head and stared straight at me then went back and forth a little faster that brought his head down at the floor again. It finally hit me to what I was seeing and I screamed and ran upstairs to my mom and told her what I saw. My sister came downstairs and told my mom if I saw it too that was proof enough. My mom saw how scared I was as I explained what happened. She didn't think I was joking around from this one and just kept it in the back of her head. I didn't go down into that basement for a long time. Then sometime during the summer I had my best friend stay over at my moms with me and I let him sleep in my bed while I took the floor. I told him to make sure the ghost doesn't shake the bed to much and he just grinned and went to sleep. He then woke me up telling me to stop shaking the bed. I told him I wasn't then went back to bed. He then woke me up again half an hour later telling me to stop shaking the bed. He sounded very pissed and I told him I wasn't and to prove it I would have my hands behind my back against the wall to prove it. We went back to sleep and an hour after my bed shook again and he woke up and saw that I was asleep with my hands behind me. He woke me up and told me something was shaking my bed and when he said that my tv turned on and off. We looked at the tv in horror and I told whatever was doing it to knock it off. It stopped and we left the room to sleep downstairs. The next morning my mom was outback looking at these stones that were placed out back there as a few of them and when she examined them she found out they were grave stones that had no names on them. She came inside and told me she solved the mystery into all the activity around the house and that they built the house on a small cemetary that wasn't being used anymore. So basically the spirits there were using it as a regular Inn to do whatever they wanted to. After she said that out loud that's when all the activity happened more. Things would move from one place to the other more, you would hear footsteps throughout the house, at night time the lights would turn on and off, and you would hear voices talking to you. There didn't seem to be any danger from the spirits they just liked to have fun except for the hanging spirit who would just hang out down in the basement. I would sometimes catch a split second of a figure walking and disappearing or would feel someone touching me on the back or shoulder when noone was there. After a few years we moved to another part of town cause my mom wanted a change. She didn't mind the spirits at all. I do know though there was a few people who moved in after us only to leave again a week later. People never really liked having to share there home with spirits I guess. I've always been able to sense and see spirits since I was little and still see them now and have had more crazier experiences. I'll save those for a different day though. I love anything supernatural or paranormal since I was a kid. Thank you for letting me share my long story. I always love coming to this website to read other peoples experiences.
North County, STL MO
First interesting phenomenon: Closing up a big Halloween party where a friend had read tarot cards and the guests stayed till well past 3am, I went out to the back yard to extinguish the iron tiki torches going down the hill (lifting and dropping iron caps on the wicks). When I turned around all the caps were off and the torches burning again. The next week, I saw what I believed was a Native American man's face in the back door window. Just as quickly as it appeared it dissembled -- line by line -- like you would see on a computer screen. We do know there were Indian encampments on the land at the turn of the century. After the experience above, and a newcomer to these things, I asked a psychic about it. She said my friend the Tarot reader stirred up energies but that the property had loving spirits on it that protect us for us & not to worry. Nothing else happened for years. Then last Dec. I saw a mysterious light descend at angle into the field below our drive. It traveled slowly and without a light trail or noise. It leveled off, traveled horizontally a foot or so, and then disappeared. The night was overcast and no cars on the road. Then a couple of weeks ago, a friend called me to say that she had a dark feeling in her bedroom the night before. She felt heaviness and eyes watching her, and the feeling that she was about to be attacked. She yelled out, "Get out!" She said she was going to burn sage in the room and I suggested she surround herself with the white light of the Holy Spirit and ask for the help of the angels. She did. It was gone the next night. But, in my home (where I have never felt anything but loving energy) I woke up at 4am to put a log in the fireplace insert and walking through the kitchen, I heard 3 very heavy breaths. Dismissed it. Then I walked in to the big room but not until walking through a really thick and angry "cloud". Dismissed it. Then I got a glass of cold water from the fridge and it walked up to me and exhaled loudly into my ear, blowing my hair back. Somehow the negative spirit was able to find me from my phone conversation with my friend across town. It sought to do her harm and just to scare me. I feel funny saying, "call on the angels" but the feeling of calm that comes with it, ended the event.
Grand Hotel Haunt
I am from the collegiate paranormal investigation group Eagle Spirit Paranormal at Embry-Riddle Aeronautical University called Eagle Spirit Paranormal. We investigated the Grand Hotel in Jerome, AZ and found some interesting evidence there. In room 35, one of our investigators, while sitting on the floor, was lifted off of the ground and pushed/ thrown into another investigator that was in a chair next to him. The investigator who was thrown reported to have felt sick every time he had passed by/gone into that room. Also, in room 35 (same room) investigators reported seeing the bed being pressed down as if someone was jumping on it as well as grunting sounds. In room 35's bathroom, the same investigator who was thrown reported hearing something say "Get Out". Pen caps were also found arranged on the floor in a circle pattern in room 35. Upon evaluation of EVP recordings, a voice of a small child can be heard saying something like "mommy" when the room was locked and empty. The floor room 35 is on was the maternity ward.
Hotel St. Michael's Haunt (2)
I was eating lunch with my family in the bar on the first floor. We all turned our attention away from the table for what must have been only a second and when we turned back one of the plates and silverware were missing. We called a waitress over and told her. She sort of chuckled, said that it happens sometimes and got us a new plate and silverware from a cabinet.
Given the fact that I was born and raised in Lincoln- I have lived all over town and I've seen lots of unusual things in neighborhoods- on street corners- in parks and while going past cemeteries- Wyuka on O Street being the biggest haunt of all of the in town cemeteries-But- suffice it to say- nothing quite grabbed my attention as well as the supernatural residents . Its a house and is rented out by Tri-win Properties of Lincoln. The owner of the company- an elder gentleman- built the house for him and his family and as they had expanded their little family- they moved into another house in another area of town. They decided to keep the house and rent it to the outside populous. There was one set of tenants that they don't mention having resided there- who still reside there. A couple- a man and a woman. Rumor has it the couple were having problems and they were continually fighting. He was abusive and had a tendency to like the drink- she was a quiet and loving person but had her limitations. It is said that she was growing tired of having to deal with and put up with his habits and finally grew fatigued with his abusive nature and was going to leave him. He just wasn't going to have any such ideal. He pulled out a pistol- shot and killed her and then supposedly turned the gun on himself. They died instantly. As a former tenant the experiences I had while living there- I would say with all honesty and seriousness- they never left. When I first moved in- things were quiet but after a few months of having been settled in enough- very strange things started to happen. I would make meals and clean up as I went and at the end- I would wash and put my dishes in the drainer just off of the right hand side of the right hand stainless steel sink. After I would go to bed at night- I could hear my silver-wear falling into the sink- same with my small plates or bowls. Very un-nerving but it didn't stop there. I used to have a habit of sleeping with my bedroom door shut as my room was the bedroom nearest the kitchen and even though I could hear through that door what was going on in the kitchen- sometimes- the door would open up all by itself. My boyfriend at the time jumped out of bed one night because of it. He couldn't sleep and was having a hard time falling asleep. He turned over next to me and as soon as he did- the door opened up all by itself- but it gets even stranger yet- When I was by myself at times whether during the day or at night- I could hear what sounds like a man yelling and a woman crying and sometimes would be just the yelling or just the crying but very faint to physical ear. On several occasions- I had been home alone at night. As a matter of fact there were right around 2 or 3 months that was living there by myself. There was one night where I was sitting on my bed in my room and I was watching a little portable TV that was sitting on my Chester Drawer Dresser. I had my bedroom door open. A white what looked like a Female- full body human figure went slowly past my door and out into the hallway in the back where the bathroom and the back door was. I got up out of bed to see what it was and where it went and by the time I went out the bedroom door and around my dinner table in the kitchen just to follow it- it was gone. I had seen that very figure more than just that one particular time more like several times over until I had moved. The belated residents have made more than appearances and played with things in the kitchen or yelled and cried also. They've made their presences known during the day also by leaving cold trails where ever they go from one room to another and they have famously knocked over stereo speakers in a straight line no less, and to boot- they would open closed doors and close open ones sometimes as well scaring the daylights out of people who would come over to visit and who would also visit for long periods of time. I eventually learned to live with the belated residents as I had spent 3 years close to 4 in the little house and I was sad to have had to leave them when the opportunity for a new relationship came along- and had also entailed my having to another area of town myself- but I will say this much- had I have known that there were strange goings on like that in that little house before I had moved there- I would probably have made a few minor adjustments in regards to updating my knowledge on the supernatural so that I could have better understood them- but I also hope that Tri-win has taken into consideration the thought of mentioning the things that go on there to any and all would be current and or future tenant-residents.
Ghost, My Encounters
the first ghost i saw i was very young it was my grandfather who died of cancer it was only twice but the first sighting he told me to tell my mother that he was sorry he didnt want her at the hospital when he was dieing he said he wanted her to remember him when he was healthy... he also told me to tell gran that he was sorry for the years of abuse... when i told them they didnt believe at first but in the end they cryed out of acceptance i think he returned once more said thank you and i have not seen him again... when i was 16 or 17 living at 6-36 Ross Dr. Fort Sask, AB i woke in the middle of the night to my super Nintendo playing it self and the controller floating i moved on the bed and it squeaked startling the ghost of a little boy who looked at me dropped the controller and disappeared.... there is also a ghost of a little girl that follows me around she has red hair and green eyes i think she is about 5 or 6. i first met her in Alberta but she has sense followed me to Winnipeg i don't see her as much as before but still know she is around some times i will come home and find a cup with a juice stain in it even if i have no colored drinks in the house also i have a number of stuffed toys that get moved around and hear her laughing from time to time she calls me mom and it is my belief that she is unaware that she is a ghost her name is Annabella Marie Fisher. i have also seen her playing with my cats too... the forth one i think has sense crossed over as i have not seen him in quite some time he is far more gruesome then the others his name is or was for that matter Joshua Jeramey Inclement i met him in Mill-woods park at the baseball dugout in Alberta he had told me that he was killed by a gang member of the crypts 10 years earlier he sure was a sight to see a young black man missing half of his head wearing a white muscle shirt jeans and a wallet attached to a chain in him pocket he was quite the flirt for a ghost and only wished that the man who killed him would get his come up-pings... i have many more but they will have to wait for another day its getting late here keep in touch
Olslaton Middle School Student Story
I went to ol slaton middle school. I am currently in high school but the memories haunt me still. Sixth grade. We being sixth graders were not allowed to hear ghost stories, but it the "tales" got around. I remember my friend and i hearing the rumors went into the theather about 7:30. Instantly we saw the curtains shake and saw a blue mist thingy come towards us. needless to say we ran. One day when i had to stay after school i was pushed down the stairs by the theater. I wound up with bloody knees but that was the extent of the damage. Seventh Grade. Finally Halloween :) the day when our teacher mrs. Ray tells the ghost stories! We would get on the stage and she would turn off the lights We were on the stage in complete darkness. The first Story was always about the theaters ghost. Mrs Ray tells it as there was a teacher (math) and he told his wife he had to stay after school to finish up some things His wife said he never came home. the next few days they couldnt find him about a week later they found his body in the middle of the stage. He makes the curtains sway the lights turn off he pushes people down the satirs and pulls on hair likes to make knocking noises in mrs rays office shakes the back stage doors Anyways i had "fallen" down the stairs and had hurt my ankle. My friend was helping me ice my ankle. She swears in my glasses she saw a shadow moving in the rafters. Eighth Grade first period i had socail studies so i didnt get to witness this event My friend says they were telling the scary stories when the lights flashed on and off and there was a loud knocking noise. I went a few periods early because i had a doctors appt and i really loved the halloween stories anyways we saw a shadow by the office red eyes shadow in the rafters and most strange we heard noises: door slamming and someone walking on the apron of the stage. AND a train. o.O My friend brought her camera one day and was taking random pictures She took a picture of a "theater" mask her camera went missing later that day If you have anymore questions please feel free to ask me anything.