I am currently residing in a town called Loganville, Georgia. Last night I was at a friends house and her son came home with a buddy saying that when they went down there and the frame of the house was there and they saw a ghost girl running after them. Well the son took off like a bat outta hell in his truck and when his buddy looked back it was gone. They went to Alcovy cemetary where the family is buried, stating that the ground was sinking in and there were cold spots. I told them to never go back there because its too close to the equinox to be messing with spirits, especially restless ones like the murdered family of Jack Pittman. Not to mention I bet some of his evil lingers there and it always will. I do not believe it is guarded, because I have rode by there once during the day, and even then it gave me the creeps. You have to post this in your haunted places index. Also there is a confederate cemetary is Resaca, Georgia that is worth mentioning. The way the cemetary is set up, the graves are in circles, not rows, that get bigger as they go out. I would compare it to the shape of a bullseye. Well when you take pictures, there are SO MANY orbs and when you take pictures of the graves they do not show up in photos. This place is definitely haunted as well. I had a strong urge to just get the hell outta there, feeling that our presence wasnt wanted.
Old School Manor
I have had a personal experience my girlfriend and I have lived there four years from 2004-2008. My girlfriend and I have both seen the ghost of the little girl, and have had experiences. One night after watching The Grudge, we went to bed, had everything off and then we heard footsteps, and a strange noise, she was mimicking the noise the boy made on the movie scared us both. We have even heard her laugh and her cry. It was a strange experience but pretty cool. Other tenants there have also had experiences, doors closing, things moving and hearing her.
Old St. Andrews Parsonage
hi this is about the house for the St Andrews church in Goodrich WI , we are the former owners for 19 years and had several strange things happen while living there. the church got the place in 1903 and I guess then there was a stick built home built on the site and it was also used for the church and school on a 1/2 lot on the south east corner and across the road there is 10 acres were the graveyard and ball field and the new church and parsonage was built in 76. on august 17 1935 the house was hit by a twister and vaporized, I seen a photo, nothing left but splinters. I was told by members that it was hit twice and once it was pushed of the foundation once by 3 feet. the place was rebuilt using a $100 worth of used donated bricks and a new pastor came he was told the place was done and he got up here and it wasn't done , no inside walls and no windows and the argument started , the new pastor wasn't a happy camper. we got the place in 89 , the wife was the first one she was in the basement doing wash and she seen a pair of green eyes glowing down there and I have sensed that there was someone or thing in the place from time to time that was angry, there was a lot of banging and slamming and pounding going on over the years and then I heard footsteps late at night on several occasions and the last time was a few weeks before Easter , as clear as a bell I heard someone come in the front door into what was the pastors study, stomp across the floor into the dinning room , then into the kitchen, back to the study and then up the stairs to the second floor. I called out to the wife is that you walking I got no answer and the footsteps stopped. I was napping on the couch facing the back of it , with a cat and I had shut off the TV a few minutes earlier , I got up and checked around the wife was in bed with the other cat asleep what ever was walking had two legs I looked around it was after midnight I didn't see nothing , no shadows or mists or orbs. also one summer a friends mothers grave had a large pine next to it and lighting hit it and split it in half and his dad died 3 or 4 days after that now we have sold the place and moved out , and went traveling with our camper and stayed by southern Wisconsin for the summer and moved back up north to Ogema Wisconsin , we have rented a old house in town and the other tenets stayed 2 months and moved out we again for the month of September have been waking up at 4:45 am or so several times to the smell of fresh brewed coffee , coffee and French toast and maple syrup and one great smelling breakfast casserole and then someone kicked the bed in the night. and I heard the cellar door close twice at night too,i forgot to put the lock on it. i told who ever it was to stop cooking ya never put none on the table for us and we dont get up that early anyway and none of our food is missing . it now seems to have stop as of this date.....
There's a house in NJ that has quite a sorted past. The oldest house on the street, and one of the oldest in its neighborhood, was owned by an old lady in the 40's who rented some rooms out, like a boarding house I guess. In one case, a man renting one of them kidnapped a young boy from the "Strawberry Hill" section of Woodbridge and brought him back to that house. He killed the young boy just before police arrived. As I heard it, police stormed the house and shot him, but I've also heard he killed himself. A friend of mine lived in the house back in the early 1970's and I stayed over and saw the ghost of young boy in her mother's sewing room. I came to find out, this was the room the murder had taken place in.
When I was a young single parent I lived for a while in a small house adjacent to Owens Farm (Owens Country Sausage) in Richardson, Texas. Being a sensitive, I would feel things pass through frequently. I worked nights on the computer, and had my back to the door. I would frequently feel "things" peek in on me or try to scare me. One night, one of these things snuck into the room instead of staying at the door, and crept up behind my chair. Irked, I decided the turn the tables and without physically turning around, in my mind I turned my head completely around and made a scary monster face and yelled BOO! Believe it or not, it worked. I think the poor thing went Poof! or melted into ectoplasm because it was instantly gone and the atmosphere in the house was completely different. I think it worked because I didn't have time to get scared, I just reacted, and whatever it was must have been fairly benign.
Phantom of Wolfe Woods
Our house was just down from what we called Dead Mans Curve. There were a lot of accidents there, usually in the Spring, and Winter. In the spring of 1963 about 3:30 AM we all were woke by a woman screaming "Help Me, Help Me " My Mother, Grandparents, and myself all met in the living room. The woman's voice was very loud, we all assumed there had been another car accident up on the curve. It was extremely foggy that night, so much so you could not see more than four to five feet in front of you. My Grandfather grabbed a flashlight, and headed out to the woods across the road to search for the woman in distress. In the mean time she is still screaming "Help Me " My mother called my uncle who lived just down the road. He too joined in the search, and heard the woman's screams. After a good 15 minutes my Grandfather came back, to call the County Sheriff's Dept to send a car out. One car came, then two, then three. They combed the woods, in search of the woman's voice that slowly became weaker & weaker, finally as the sun came up, her voice had completely faded. They never found her, a car, or any evidence of any kind. I remember standing in our driveway hearing the police officers telling my grandfather, that this was best kept quiet, not to tell anyone, because no one would believe this. They decided they were not going to file a report, even though they too had heard the screams. My grandfather searched that woods every day for weeks to see if he could find any signs of any kind, but nothing was ever found. We moved out of that area in 1976 after my grandmother died, and I often wonder if the people that live in the old brick house ever hear the screams of an unknown woman on foggy spring nights.
2005 35 Years Later
It was late October 1970, Halloween was only a few days away. I had woke up feeling a bit odd, I couldn't quite put my finger on what was bothering me, but as the day went on I became more worried, and anxious. My mother was in the kitchen doing dishes, and I went out to talk with her, about how strange I was feeling, she told me it was nothing more than me being pregnant, and that sometimes pregnant women just get those weird feelings, from all the hormonal changes going on. I insisted this was not the problem, I told her I was afraid, but I didn't know what I was afraid of, I just felt like something bad was going to happen, she laughed, and told me nothing bad was going to happen. As the day went on the fear grew, I became a real mess, and begged my mother not to go to work that night. Once again she told me I was being silly, and to knock it off, she said she was not going to take off work. I was close to tears when it was time for her to leave at 11:30 PM that night. I didn't know what I was afraid of, but it was a feeling of dread & fear I had never experienced before. I walked my mother out to the car, thru the breezeway to the attached garage, as she pulled out of the garage, I pulled the garage door down, and locked it. I then went through the house, locked all the doors, pulled down all the windows and locked them, I put the chain lock on the basement door, checked on my grandmother, who was sleeping in her room, with our dog Happy laying at the foot of her bed. My daughter was sleeping in my bed, and I decided to call one of my girlfriends since I was too afraid to go to sleep. While I was on the phone, I noticed the wind had picked up, and started to rain, I could hear the autumn leaves rustling about, and the branches of the shrubs rubbing against my bedroom window . I continued talking with my friend, and asked her if she could come out, but her husband was not home from work yet, so she didn't have a way to get there. At that moment I saw a shadow of a person's head go past the window, I told my friend, she said it was probably nothing more than shadows from the branches blowing in the wind. I said, "ya you are right, I am just letting my imagination run wild here" but I did tell her if I scream she was to either call my Uncle who lived down the road, or call the sheriffs department, she laughed said ok, and asked for my Uncle's phone number. Right after I gave her the phone number, I heard someone walking in the bathroom, which was right next to my bedroom. It spooked me a bit, but figured it was my grandmother. I decided to check to make sure, as soon as I opened my door, I could see my grandmother and Happy were still laying in the exact same spot when I first went to my room. I walked in to the bathroom, nothing was there, I looked out the window, and saw it was still raining. Everything seemed fine, I went back to my room, picked up the phone, told my friend " that was weird, Grandma and Happy are laying in the same exact positions, neither one have moved" Right after I told her that, I heard the foot steps in the bathroom again! About that time my 12 month old daughter woke up, I told my friend to hang on, I was going back to the bathroom, I took my daughter by the hand, as we walked into the bathroom. I noticed the shower curtain was moving, and the bathroom window was wide open, even the storm window that had been locked! I wanted to scream, but knew I had to stay calm not to scare my little girl, so I said "OK honey there's nothing in here, let's got back to bed" we walked out, and as soon as I got around the cornor, and into the room I slammed the bedroon door closed, and screamed "someone's in the house call the police!" Naturally that scared my baby girl, she crawled up on the bed, scurried to the cornor up against the headboard,
she was sitting there crying. About that time the door knob started turning, I threw myself against the door trying to keep the intruder out, and was screaming "he is trying to get in here" I was terrified for my baby and myself, and unborn child. I thought I had a pretty good chance of holding him off, since the glass door knob had fell off some time ago, and it was quite tricky to get the door open from the outside. Well I was wrong! The door was opening, I was using all my strength to push the door closed, but I couldn't hold! The door was open about 6 to 8 inches, and then this great force pushed so hard I slid 7 feet across the hard wood floor, I ran to the window, fliped the lock, opened the window, screaming bloody murder, when I was hit in the face with this bright light that blinded me! I was hysterical now! I then heard my uncle's voice, I screamed "He's in here" my uncle crawled through the bedroom window, and didn't see anyone in the room. He said he had been trying to get in the house but everything was locked up. I kept saying "he's in here" My uncle and I then search the whole house, closets, under beds, and every cornor, basement..nothing was there. We walk back to towards the hall, and bedrooms, and there was my grandma & the dog laying in the exact same place still sleeping! They never moved! We went back towards my room, there in the doorway was a 12 to 18 inch high perfect cone shaped pile of black, loamy, dry dirt, that felt like no dirt I have ever felt before! I asked my uncle "How did that get there, and what is it?" he said it looked like dirt, and was quite puzzled how it got there. He then said if I was you I would sweep it up and throw it in the trash. I asked him to spend the night, but he refused and said everything was fine, and I didn't need to be worried! Ya, Right! As he was getting ready to leave, my girlfriend and her husband pulled in the driveway. I was so glad they came out, and stayed until my Mother got home from work. The strange thing is it had been raining all night, and there were no traces of mud anywhere in the house. The bathroom window that had been opened was closed and locked when my uncle checked the bathroom. It could only be locked from the inside. My grandmother and dog never woke once during any of this. Happy was a collie shepard mix, and was a protective watch dog! My girlfriend did call my uncle, and came out as soon as her husband got home from work, she heard my screams..they both saw the cone shaped dirt in my doorway... What was this unseen force? Where did that strange silky dirt come from? When I was holding the door shut, and it was starting to open, why didn't I see anyone's hands? How was I pushed 7 feet across the floor with such great force? This has always been a mystery to me. Many strange things happened at the house here in Granger before and after that, but this one has always bugged me the most!
My Ghost Story 1 Of Many
A while ago, when I was about 15 years old, I dozed off on the very comfortable couch on our sunporch while watching tv. I woke up after about an hour and looked out the door to the backyard and saw a tall, dark shadowy figure standing, looking into the window on the door (it was one of those doors where half is window). I didn't see a face, let alone eyes, just a black mass that looked like the shape of a big man. I was experiencing sleep paralysis at the time so I was unable to get up, or even make a noise, not that it would matter, i was home alone. I looked at the other end of the couch and saw a bright light. It didn't exactly make me calm, although I got the feeling it was there to protect me. Neither the shadow or the light moved, they just stood motionless. I felt the only way to escape this was to ignore it and fall back to sleep, so I did. When I woke up 20 minutes later there was nothing in the window or at the other end of the couch. I realized I needed to let our dog out since it had been a while so I called her to the front door and let her do what she needed to do. I looked across the street and saw the shadow again. I know it wasn't a person because people walk up and down our street all the time and this was just not the same. I blinked my eyes and then it was gone. I hadn't experienced this again until very recently. My sister asked me to dogsit for a couple weeks while she was away for job training. The dogs had a very strict schedule. They had to eat breakfast at about 8am, and go for a 2 mile walk by 9am. I'm the type to sleep til about 10a so during this time I found myself taking lots of naps. One day I woke from my nap it was about 11a, again experiencing sleep paralysis. She has glass sliding doors that lead out to a deck and then to the backyard. I was facing the glass doors when I woke and saw the same dark figure that I saw 10 years earlier at my mother's house. This time there was no bright light. It was a rainy day and I thought it couldn't be the same experience again, I must be dreaming, the dogs didn't seem phased by the dark man standing at the door. Maybe its the neighbor, maybe its the handyman (yes, my sister has a handyman.) but it wasn't. The figure just faded away. I don't remember anything after that, I must have drifted off to sleep. When I woke it was time for the dogs to go outside so reluctantly I went to the sliding doors to let the dogs out and neither of them would go. They seemed to be afraid of something. From then on when the dogs followed me to the bathroom (the shower was in the bathroom in my sister's room) they always seemed to be agitated by something. Still not sure what though. And my sister hasn't noticed anything strange. Could something or someone be following me???
I was just reading some of the stories in my area on your website and thought that I would share one of my own. I attended college at EKU in Richmond, KY and lived in the dorm called McGregor Hall for 3 years. I lived in several rooms in different parts of the building during my 3 years there and heard the exact same noises in each room I lived in. There were often the sounds of people walking in heels, it sounded like large groups of girls were walking in the stairwell in heels, which wouldn't be unheard of in a girls dorm. But it was all the time during quite times in the dorm, who could walk that much at all hours of the day and night? I would also hear what sounded like what I would describe as a bag of marbles being dumped out onto the floor. It would be really loud and would soften as the marbles began to slow and scatter. Again, I heard the same noises in all of the rooms I lived in while staying in the dorms, I lived in three different rooms in different areas/floors of the dorm. The only other experience I had was one time at the end of the semester I was packing my stuff to leave for the summer. Most of my stuff was already packed in boxes and nearly all of the people had already left for home. In our rooms there was a long wooden shelf that ran the length of the wall above our beds and I had laid a marker on the shelf beside me to use to write on my boxes. I looked over and the marker was rolling side-to-side on the self by itself. I hadn't just used it or laid it down, which is what make it an unusual incident to me.
Storm Lake, IA - Swope Hall Haunting
Hi! I've been reading your site for some time, and I noticed the information on a haunting of Swope Hall at Buena Vista University listed on your site. I'm a resident of Swope Hall and I figured that, in the interest of you providing the most accurate information possible, you might want to know that the story of "Mary Swope" going insane and leaping out of the window of her house (and now haunting the residence hall) was completely fabricated by several students. (There's an article dealing the whole caper here: https://bvu.edu/bvbriefs/fall_2009/detail.dot?id=124557 ) (It's also worth noting that very few, if any, of the rooms in the hall have closet doors, although it looks like they did at one time, since there's hinges still.) There was probably never a house here; the land was owned by the university already, it seems, and the hall was built after H.E. Swope donated the money to build the hall. This isn't to say that the hall isn't haunted, just probably not by this Mary figure. Like it says, people are afraid of the third floor of Swope, and the hall in general is rather creepy, especially at night. I've returned to my room several times to find the door unlocked, and while my first instinct isn't to blame it on a ghost, it's hard to believe that I've forgotten so many times. :-P Things such as weird drafts, creaking sounds,
etc, all that standard ghostly stuff. It's a rather old building - it's been here since the 1940s. There have been some other stories of hauntings on campus, other than McAllister Cottage - Lage Hall (haven't heard any stories of this, although like it says in the article, it could be that people were just creeped out by being there at night), Schaller Memorial Chapel (supposedly hearing voices), and Edson Hall (more voices, pianos being played, and strange whooshing sounds in the vents). Edson Hall is the music hall and I'll admit that it's super-mega-creepy; I feel like something's watching me when I'm upstairs in the practice rooms. Make of this information what you will. :-P Keep up the good work!
Haunting in Louisville KY
Hi, I came across your website looking for some information about an experience I had when I was in high school in Louisville KY. I just feel I need to tell this story to someone as it still haunts me to this day. My family was looking for a house and for fun one weekend we decided to visit an open house for a historic house that was for sale, the house is called Hayfield. While touring the house we went to one of the attic rooms and when I went towards a corner of the room I felt a coldness and an overwhelming sense of malevolence. I was scared and I told my dad that we had to get out of there and get out now. He said my face was white and I was nearly shaking. I will never forget that day. In talking with others at my school about this I heard others had experienced something similar. I would be interested in ever hearing if anyone else has had a similar experience with this house. It is on the National Register of Historic Places. The people who originally built and lived in the house were confederate supporters during the Civil War. I don't know much more about it than that but I intend to do more research. I have had some other paranormal experiences but they were much more genial and mischievous than anything else, I have never before or since felt a spirit that I felt wished me harm like that. Thank you for being there to hear these stories.
Dunedin, New Zealand
First time I can recall anything happening was when I was 4 or so years old. We used to live in Oamaru, which is a small town of about 12, 000 people about an hour and a half north of Dunedin. Our house was up the top of a hill and fairly rural, the back of our property backed onto what I can only assume was a paddock of gorse, or at least a huge area of it. As far as I'm aware there were no neighbours living up that way, we also lived next to a sheep paddock that had gaps into the gorse as well. Our back door had a ramp that led very close to the gate that led to the backyard, though there was very little seperating the backyard from the empty gorse paddock. When I was little I would always get this feeling of utter dread about going anywhere near that back section as soon as it even started getting dark, to the point where if we were getting home late from anywhere I would always just climb up the middle of the ramp instead of going anywhere near the back section. I never knew why it terrified me so much, but it's left me with a lasting fear of what I can't see. When I was 5 or so, I suddenly developed a fear of my closet. It would never close properly, and would just swing open on its own. Wasn't very big, but seemed to connect up to the attic by a manhole, and I never felt comfortable going near it. Didn't ever see anything though, not at that house. We moved down to Dunedin when I was 8 and for the first couple of years everything was okay, but when I was about 10 I started getting spooked going through the hallway and livingroom to get through to the bathroom at night. I would always sprint through to the bathroom, and then back to my room and wouldn't be able to relax for a good half an hour afterwards. I just felt like I was being watched and followed, the feeling was that if I slowed down at all I would be attacked by something. I could not sleep in my bedroom at the time unless I was completely covered by my blankets. It was always colder than the rest of the house, and I never felt comfortable in there without a light on or someone else in the room. When I was about 13 I started suffering from depression and still slept in that room. One night I recall waking up because my leg was freezing, I uncovered myself to discover that it had been pulled out between the slats of the bed (very awkward to get my foot out of there on its own, involves a lot of twisting and squeezing) by what looked like a hulking 6 foot shadow of something with horns that was sitting on the end of my bed. I covered myself up, pulled my leg back up as fast as it could, and began screaming. My room and my mother's was only seperated by about half an inch of MDF and yet she didn't wakeup at all from me screaming for an hour solid. I eventually fell asleep. In the morning I had a handshaped bruise on my leg where the creature had pulled me out by. I was never comfortable in that room to begin with, and after that point I had to sleep with the main lights on, not just a bedside light (which had been turned off on that night by something). Closet didn't shut properly in that room either and I felt like I was being watched from the gap (it had two sliding doors that the natural wood's patterns had made to look like it was covered in faces of people screaming, and even an evil monk ie the robes and a malicious looking face). After then the room was colder, and my bed would shake randomly. Even now it's still the coldest room in my mother's house despite getting most of the afternoon sun. While my mother and her husband were renovating the house they found a hearth, part of a thigh bone, and the top of a broken porcelin gollywog doll under the lounge floor. The house was built sometime between 1900 and 1908. At the time we had to run around the outside of the house to get to the bathroom, and so one time after coming back to the bedroom, my step-sister and I were just entering back into our front door, when out of nowhere a man appeared on the street just outside the gate. Scared us enough that we didn't make that trip again. At the start of this year I moved into a flat with my fiance, and a few weird things have happened since. Mostly, its going through the kitchen which has one entire wall covered in floor to ceiling windows that opens up into the backyard which is accessable from a street above ours, and the street we're on. I can't walk through there at night, I have to run and always feel like I'm being watched, unfortunately the bathroom is through there and I'm pregnant so needing to do it rather often. Coming back through I have noticed a shadow figure that will bolt through into the hallway, and occasionally little blue balls of light. It makes the hackles on my neck rise, and I don't feel comfortable til I'm back in the bedroom I share with my fiance. Lately I've been hearing strange noises. It's not unheard of in this house because we have a possum in our ceiling space, however the noises I hear have been coming from my room upstairs which is being used as storage. I keep hearing sounds like things being knocked over, or rustling. Originally I just thought my flatmate's kitten had gotten in and was causing a ruckus, but every time I go up to check there is nothing in there and nothing has been disturbed. Its happened several times, and my fiance has heard it too. We're not sure whats going on, but he's definitely got a few stories of his own to do with the supernatural.
Salt Lake City Area 51
I read the existing description of Area51 and would like to clarify a couple things and add to it. I was an employee at Area51 and would clean the entire building on Saturdays. This building is very old. It was first a mink farm. It was also the first building in the state to ever show porn films. It has been various strip and night clubs until it became Area51. To clear up the girl's death, it was by anurism but for some reason the story keeps being told as cocaine or drug overdose. There was also another death of a male patron on the 1st (main) floor by overdose. I've had 2 personal experiences while working there. They both happened upstairs. Once I was cleaning the womens bathroom (where the girl died). The way it is constructed is that there is no entrance door you get an echo of any movement or people that can travel into the bathroom. While cleaning in there, I heard a barstool being shuffled and moved around on the wood floor outside the bathroom entrance. I thought it was the maintenence man. I went out there a minute later, and nobody was around. I looked out the windows to see who was parked outside since there is usually only 1 or 2 others in the building as I clean. NOBODY was parked out there. I was not aware I had been alone until that time (sometimes they leave to get supplies). Another time I was upstairs cleaning the juice bar area and I heard my name being called by a man's voice. I looked around and nobody was there. Also to note, these older buildings around downtown salt lake are all connected by underground tunnels that are boarded up or barred. Area51 has an access point in the basement. There have been reports of noises, creepy feelings and of being pushed when one is in the basement. It's not a pleasant place. A bartender has reported to a local publication that he was stocking shelves alone one night and was standing on a ladder. He looked down to see the apparition of a pair of bare feet walking toward him.
True Stories - Elementary School Book Thief
I don't know if it's really haunted, but i had a experience as a child i can't explain. I attended Dardenne Elementary many years ago. I was in a reading class and it was library day. You know those days as a child were your supposed to go to the library and find a book to write a book report on? I remember grabbing a book and sitting down at a table with 2 fellow classmates. Both of them sat across from me at the table. I had picked up a book on space, and for some odd reason i decided to lift the book up to look at the pic. I believe it was because the light was too dim at the table. Now keep in mind there is no one behind me at this point, the rest of my class is at the other end of the library. There are no teachers, no classmates, nothing but a walls of books behind me. So i looked at the photo and was bringing the book back down to the table. As i am bringing the book down it was as if someone had grabbed onto the book and was trying to take it from me. I yanked really hard and whomever had grabbed it had let go. When i turned to see who was messing with me, there was no one there. Now if it had been a fellow classmate they would have still been standing there, or I would have at least caught them running off. Nope, nothing at all. I asked the two classmates at the table if they had seen anyone behind me, but they were buried in there books and didn't see anyone. Now i haven't heard anything about my old elementary school on here, but seeing as it is a school i wouldn't doubt it if something still roams the halls or haunts the library. I was hoping i wasn't the only one that experienced something in the school library.
I work at Universal Studios currently and I was sent to your site by my boyfriend. I went through the haunted locations you have for California and I read the Universal Studio's hauntings. I just wanted to add to the Back to the Future which is now the ride for The Simpsons. I work over at Shrek 4D which replaced the Rugrats/Nicktoons game show a few years back. The little girl that died at the Back to the Future/Simpsons building doesn't just reside there. She takes trips over to Shrek 4D as well. I'm not sure if you know but Shrek 4D is a motional simulator but it looks just like a movie theater. We play a 15 minute film between the first and second Shrek in 3D. I've had a personal experience where I was sitting in the theater as one of our shows were going on and I had noticed a shadow of a person moving along the aisle closest to our first set of automatic doors. It looked like they were walking up the aisle to sit in one of our stationary seats in the back of the theater so I had gotten up from my position to check on them but they disappeared. I thought they probably found another seat just farther back but when i looked farther ahead at the back aisle, I saw the figure walking across it. I was confused because I would have seen them round the corner and past the stationary seats. The shadow continued to walk to my aisle, closest to the main exit and it stopped at the top of my aisle. It was blocking out one of the lights we have for guest to see when they exit the theater and it looked at me and when I stared at it, it looked just like a little girl in a white dress or a long shirt and pants. I was scared and curious at the same time and then she just disappeared. I didn't know of any spirits or hauntings or any accidents at the themepark before that incident. When I told my other coworkers, they told me of the little girl that died at Back to the Future from an asthma attack. That was the only experience I had with the little girl. Other coworkers though have told me what they experienced. They've seen the little hanging around in the theater like walking across the rows, running up and down the aisles. A recent experience was from my friend that as he was running the show during the same part I had seen her, she was sitting in the front row, watching the movie without the glasses and she was by herself. He was sitting on the chair nearby and he smiled at her, wondering where her family was and she smiled back and when he looked at the movie and turned back to her, she was gone. He described her the same way, with the long shirt and pants. He was never so scared in his life at Shrek. Others had the same experience I did. They have also told me that she plays behind the curtains of the screen, in our backstage area. Lights wouldn't turn on sometimes back there for no reason. Footsteps are heard in the cooridor when no one was around while the park was closed and no music was going on. It would also be heard in the "torture chamber" in our preshow room. My other worker had also told me of seeing a male worker that past away a couple years back, walking across the projector on the aisle infront of it. Other than that, the typical calling of everyones names inside the auditorium and preshow room, the footsteps, the feeling of someone following behind you, and the shawdows and full apparition of the little girl. Those are the experiences as far as I am aware of.I personally will not go behind to the backstage by myself because of the weird feeling I get.
At the age of 19, I was engaged to the boy I'd been in love with since 4th grade. My fiance had fulfilled his dream of joining the Air Force and was, at the time, going through Basic Training. I missed him terribly and waited impatiently for a letter from him. One night about a week before Christmas I had gone to bed early, my mother had complained earlier that my cat kept waking her up too early so I brought her in and shut my bedroom door and locked it. The cat and I curled up on the bed and drifted off to sleep. I remember having a dream about my fiance, he was dressed in the Air Force Blues and looked unhappy. His dream self informed me he was breaking up with me. Before I could reply to the dream, a loud BANG startled me awake, half asleep at first I assumed the bang was a gun going off and started to scramble out of bed to check my parents...when I saw my closet door slowly swinging back into place. I always kept the sliding doors of my closet open, one of the doors had jumped off the track...it took a lot of force to make it swing into the closet so I never bothered to try and fix it. It occurred to me that someone might have shoved it, causing it to swing quickly inside and hit the shelf...producing the bang that woke me up. I looked for my cat and found her in the same spot she had been in when I fell asleep, looking just as startled as I was. I climbed out of bed trembling [and despite my bedroom door being locked] assumed someone had sneaked into my room. I looked all over the place and came up empty handed. Still a bit freaked out I climbed back into bed... I guess a gentle spirit realized I was having a nightmare and did the only thing it could to wake me up.
The Teasing Ghost
When i was younger i lived in this house that my family and I rented. I experienced all kinds of paranormal activity. It only happened to my little sisters and I, my parents never experienced anything. My sister and I would lay in her room at night and talk and we would see a dark figure walk through her bedrrom and just dissappear into the closet door, when we would get up and open the door there would be nothing in sight. We would be home alone and hear talking. I had an attic door in my cieling above my bed and i would lay there at night and listen to whispering although i couldn't make out what was being said i could hear voices. My things would get moved, stuff would fall off my dresser for no reason, some of my belongings would slide across my dresser. One night i was lying on my side in bed watching a movie and something came up behind me and tapped my shoulder i ignored it the first time, so it happened again. I thought it was my sister so i rolled over to see what she wanted but to my surprise i found nobody. So i rolled back over and it happened again so i got up and walked around my house to find everyone sound asleep. I got very freaked out and told myself it was just my nerves, then a movie fell off my dresser. So i just went to sleep. Doors would also shut and open for no reason.