Maude's Grave in Sterling/Voluntown, CT
By: jacobkharman@gmail.com
I am a lifelong resident of Voluntown CT. I
wanted to give
you some
information regarding two places of interest
where I've
had experiences, both of which have been less than pleasant. The first
is
Maude's Grave.
The last time my friends and I, a total of four
people,
went looking for Maude's grave was in 2009 or 2010. We were all 19 or
20 and
have all had paranormal exposure, and we wanted to see what was at
Maude's. We
went and parked in the turnoff located in Hell's Hallow. I had a
pendulum, one friend had a voice recorder, and
we all had
flashlights.
I would ask the pendulum in which direction to
go. After
about 20 minutes, we all got a horrible feeling. I asked the pendulum
is maude
was near, it said no. I than asked if we should leave, and it gave me
the
biggest yes I've ever seen. We all turned and left. We stopped about
fifteen
feet before the exit of the wooded area, as a car was driving by and we
didn't
want anyone to see us. Than, a large tree branch fell
down, than swung out across at us. Had
we not stopped and waited for the car to drive by, that branch would
have hit
all of us.
So if someone does choose to go there, please
advise them
to proceed with caution.
The second place I would like to mention isn't
listed on
the site yet. It is located in Canterbury, CT The house is abandoned
and has
been for several years. I've had a few strange experiences here. The
first time
I heard this place was haunted, I drove by. I wasn't sure which house
it was, I
was just told around where it was. When I saw the house, my entire body
froze.
I couldn't hit the gas or brakes on my car, until my car drifted pass
the
house. The next time I drove by, I brought my friend with me. My car
stalled,
which it had never done before, and she started shaking her head.
Again, as
soon as we passed the house, my car started up and we drove off. She
said she
was overwhelmed by a feeling of dread.
Another group of friends and I went in during
the day. I
have pictures, one of which has a very interesting face in the photo.
There was
also a small stair well with a book open to the title page. The name of
the
book was 'Final Scream'. It was creepy, to say the least.
I just wanted to give people a word of caution
about those
two places.
My True Halloween Story
By: Sschimmel8@aol.com
As so many other people have stated from their
experiences
and stories shared…..I too grew up experiencing paranormal activity and
spiritual energies on an everyday basis, which made co-existing with
the
paranormal an easily accepted part of who and what I am today.
One
experience that really stands out in my memory was a Halloween day I
experienced a little over thirty years ago.
I still to this day find myself gravitating ready incase the
experience
repeats itself in the hopes to consciously and with wide-awake logic
are able
to discern and document the event as it is occurring.
I worked 3rd shift at a nearby hospital and
would sleep from mid afternoon until approximately 9:30 pm in the
evening,
where I would get ready and report for duty.
This was before I was married and I lived alone.
I had recently moved into a new apartment
building that backed up to an embankment and winding creek. My apartment balcony hovered for what seemed
like thirty feet over the embankment and the heavy pine trees and
landscaping
gave the appearance of a nice and secluded park. It
had been rainy that afternoon and
evening. Leaves really beginning to drop
and blow mysteriously in the gusty wind and rain, helping to set an
eerie
atmosphere for the Halloween holiday. I
did not have a lot of furniture at the time and I had made canopy swags
with
designer sheets that were on brass curtain rods that I had extended
parallel
from the headboard of my bed following the length of the bed. These rods were placed in hooks that I had
mounted in the ceiling and the rods allowed the designer sheets to flow
down
and be swaged back with ties to the wall behind the headboard. My budget was on a dime but a little
innovation on my part was proving to help me to give color and life to
the bare
apartment. Anyway, it was mid-afternoon
and time for me to lie down for sleep, to rest before my upcoming shift
at
work. The weather being rainy and cool
still was not drastic enough for me to turn on my furnace for the first
time in
the fall, so I added an extra blanket to snuggle down with and found
myself
quickly in a deep and restful sleep. I
am not sure of the exact time when I became aware of a presence close
to
me. I could tell the sun had set and
that it was dark. The wind was howling,
mixed with rain as I could hear leaves being blown in the mix pushing
their way
against the apartment building and windows, but it was sensing the
presence of
a strong energy just inches from my face that had me into an immediate
alert
state. The presence was so strong that
the hair was standing up on my arms and body and I first thought that
it was
where a human had broken into my apartment and was standing over me. I tried to keep my breathing slow and steady,
as though I were still asleep and also to keep my eye lids shut smooth
to
simulate the same, so that who ever it was would not know I was awake. It was too late to run, since the presence
was just inches from my face, so I guess I thought if I played opossum
that I
would have a better chance of survival.
I lay there for several long moments and did not hear movement
of what I
thought was a human intruder in my room, but the home made canopy
curtains
began to flap in a freezing cold breeze.
The air was cold and blowing in an apartment that had no open
windows….and where the furnace had not even been activated yet for the
fall
weather. Laying for what seemed an
eternity, but in actuality were only several moments, I finally braved
enough
courage to slit one eye open to see if I could see what was still very
close to
my bed. As I opened my eye, I could not
see anything at all. Braving a bit more
courage I opened up the second eye and still could not see anyone in
the room
with me. I sat up in bed looking out
towards the hallway, for I seemed to detect faint noise just outside
the
bedroom, when all of a sudden I heard what sounded like a female voice
call my
name, “Sharon”. The voice sounded
somewhat familiar to me and I followed the voice out into the apartment
answering the voice, “Yes, it is me, who is this?”
The voice would call out my name in almost a
sing-song pattern and led me to the front doorway that led out to the
main
hallway. Then the voice was on the
opposite side of the door. I opened up
the door, still trying to answer the voice that. “… Yes, I am Sharon
and that I
am here”. There was no one in the
hallway. I stood there perplexed over
the experience and then all of a sudden the female gendered voice was
directly
behind me, again, calling out my name. I slammed the door shut and
whirled
around to see who and what was calling my name and again there was
nothing to
be seen. I thought of my grandmother,
that lived with my parents and she had not been feeling well
recently…so I ran
to the phone and called home to check and see if she and my parents
were
okay. My mother answered the phone and
stated that everyone and everything were fine, that I must have been
having a
bad dream. I could not relate the
experience to the degree that I had just encountered to the point where
mom
would understand. She was reassuring me
to go back to bed and try to get more sleep before my alarm would go
off. After hanging up the phone with her I
could
feel the apartment air temperature returning back to normal and
thoroughly
checking out the apartment for myself, at that point, I could see that
everything was secure. I could not find
anything out of place. Calming myself I
lie back down and tried to get more sleep.
Surprisingly enough I was able to go into another good and deep
sleep
and yes…you guessed it, the same occurrence I experienced earlier in
the
evening repeated itself. I cannot stress
enough here how shocking it is when you find yourself awakened by a
presence
being mere inches from your face. You
automatically think of a human intruder.
Again the hair on my body was standing up on end and my body was
covered
in goose-flesh. The curtains were
blowing gently in the frigid cold that again had manifested in the
bedroom. This time I braved a peek out
into the room, and again I could see no one standing, but then the
female voice
called out my name. This time I jumped
out of bed and shouted, “Who IS this?”.
Again the voice went towards the front entrance door…and again I
followed it. A repeat experience of the
voice calling my name on the opposite side of the door happened and
upon
opening the door, again I could find no one there.
The voice all of a sudden was behind me as I
slammed the front entrance door shut and it traveled over to my balcony
door. I followed it and flung open the
sliding door
and followed the voice as it went out the balcony, but it did not stop
there. It flowed over the balcony and
down the thirty-foot embankment and wound its way up the deep creek,
while all
the time still doing the sing-song calling of my name as it faded out. Freaking out I turned all lights on in the
apartment and just stayed awake the rest of the time.
I even went ahead and dressed for work and
arrived extra early because I needed to be with live people. I had friends with our Emergency Room/Trauma
department and stopped there first, talking with my friends and fellow
staff
members, relating my strange encounter.
My friends could tell that I had been shaken to the core by the
experience and while none of them could explain what happened, they
truly
believed that I had experienced something extraordinary.
I am sure some of my co-workers thought that
I had just been dreaming the events and kind of shrugged off the story
as a
spooky Halloween event that had made its mark on me.
A couple of hours into my shift, the head
nurse from the Emergency Room paged me and asked me to come to her
department,
when possible. I was able to break from
my work and went to see what she needed.
The city’s Fire Department Paramedics had just brought in a new
female
patient, who was in her early sixty years of age, who was well known,
respected
and affluent person in our community.
Apparently this woman had been awakened by a female voice that
sing-sung
her voice to the front door of her home.
She was home alone at the time….her husband was out of town on
business
at the time. As with my experience, the
woman had been drawn to her front door and opened it, hoping to see who
it was
that was calling out her name. And upon
answering the door she found no one there.
Immediately the voice was directly behind her and she whirled
around to
see who it was and again she found no one there. The
voice wound its way through her mansion
towards the back of the house and she followed it to one of her
multiple exits
leading out to the back of her house. The voice beckoned from outside
of the
doorway threshold that she was at, still using that sing-song type of
voice to
urge her to follow it…and like myself…she stopped following the voice
as it
wound its way off the porch and out past her pool and yard. She had become so frightened that
she
started experiencing chest pains and shortness of breath and she ended
up
calling 911 in the fear of her fainting from the fear and pain she was
experiencing. Once the Paramedics
arrived and started assessing her, she tried over and over to relate
her
experience to them. Like some of my
co-workers and friends, they were skeptical of her experience and were
just
chalking it up to the fact that the poor women had been dreaming This woman suffered congestive heart failure
and had to be admitted to our Intensive Coronary Care Unit, for over a
week and
be treated. She stayed adamant of the
truth of her experience….and I for ne believed her, for I had
personally had a
close up and personal experience similar to hers. Thankfully
she did not let some people’s
skepticism affect her self-truth of what she had experienced for
herself. The
story of the women’s encounter spread throughout the hospital, for the
woman
being so well known and respected was telling her experience to any and
all
that would listen. My fellow
co-workers….while some of them may not believe in the spiritual realms
as being
a co-existing force along with our human experience, at least in my
opinion, they
could not explain away what had happened. We humans are
multi-dimensional
beings that have so much a part of who and what we are crossing through
the
different levels of dimensions throughout our lives.
So no wonder we experience so many incredible
adventures and are able to see and interact with other human and
non-human
creations out there. If we deny the
ability to do so, then we will only be able to view life as black and
white, from our self-created box that
does not allow what we deem as acceptable or ordinary to co-exist with. If we are more open minded and are given the
gift and acknowledgement of other co-existing dimensions and
planes…along with
other intelligent and interactive energies out in the world, then our
worlds
become greatly expanded. Some great minds that were open to these
concepts,
such as Albert Einstein and Edgar Cayce were open minded and greatly
inspired
by these and made it their life’s work to be able to document the
reality
behind the theory. You will usually find that when a person denies the
paranormal realms of existence, there is nothing to be done to sway
their
opinion. But that is fine, for each one
of us needs to have our beliefs honored and we absolutely have the
right to
have those beliefs…what ever they are. I
know from my own personal experience the truth of what it was I had
experienced, for I lived it for myself and still feel the anticipation
of each
Halloween that comes, in the hope of experiencing it again.
Western
Shawnee Kansas
By: themandyrene@yahoo.com
The
home next to my sisters house was vacant for a while & in this time
the
attic light would come on & off in the middle of the night.. Me my
sister &
a few other family members have seen a shadow what looks like a women..
When we
sit outside& you can hear footstep up the gravel driveway.. & a
shadow.. Our dog has followed the shadow sniffing it mandy times.. The
newt
tenant has said the light come on in the hall in the middle of the
night &when
he checks the house no one is awake.. When going into the attic I had
gotten
halfway up the steps & found myself so disorientated that I could
not
continue any farther.. The story of the women told from sources who
knew the
her.. Is that she ran out to the street to try & keep her son from
driving
off drunk & he ran her over..
The
Shadow Girl
By:
hlgoins@gmail.com
This
wasn't my first experience with the Paranormal, but it was the first
time I saw
an apparition.My grandma and I were very close, she was close with my
other
siblings as well because she and my grandfather basically raised us
until we
were pre-teens. When my grandfather
passed I was distraught but after a few years the pain ebbed, and then
in 2008
my grandmother passed away, and I was inconsolable. I was depressed
when my
grandfather passed but it wasn’t as bad because I still had my
grandmother so I
was mildly okay, when she died too it was horrible for me. That is just
a
general summary so you can get the idea of how much I was bonded with
them. Anyways,
my grandmother passed away and it had been about a Month since her
death when I
had the scariest and yet interesting experience of my young life, so
far I
should say. I was still horridly depressed about everything so my
emotions were
very very high. My twin sister (fraternal) and I were laying in our
bedroom
that we shared and the night was passing us by. We couldn’t sleep and
finally
decided to go sleep in the living room. We grabbed our blankets and
pillows,
got our small Chihuahua/terrier mix to get up and walked to the living
room on
the other side of the house. My twin took the couch while I spread out
a bed on
the floor right next to it. Before we had laid down we turned on the
light over
the oven so there was a soft light keeping where we were sleeping from
being
completely black from the night. I laid on the floor in my makeshift
bed with
my eyes closed for awhile, I did not at any time fall asleep because I
wasn’t
tired and it is hard for me to get to sleep at night, I was laying on
my back
with my Chihuahua/terrier curled up by me. My twin was already asleep
at that
point and I was just laying there with my mind wandering. Suddenly I
noticed a
‘weirdness’ to the air, the best way I can explain it is that it had an
electric or static like feel to it, and somewhat of a heaviness but not
a huge
amount, the electric/static feel was really powerful and seemed to get
more
powerful as I noticed it. I opened my eyes and was staring up at the
ceiling, I
sat up and turned my head and top of my body to look to the left of me
towards
the sliding doors that had our washer and dryer behind them. I could
see
everything perfectly well because we had a light on so the living room
wasn’t
really dark. When I looked to the left that was when I saw a small
girl, she
was like a shadow in the way that she was all black like a shadow but I
could make
out that she had long hair and bows on her head, plus her shoulder area
was
rounded and puffed like she had on puffy sleeves. I also knew she was a
girl
because right when I looked at her I automatically had the thought she
was a
girl. The electric/static feel seemed to smother me at this point, I
felt
paralyzed as I stared at her, from the way she looked I would guess she
was
about 6 maybe 7 years old. I stared at her and she stared at me or I
assume she
was staring because I couldn’t see eyes but she was facing me. I felt
like I
was made of stone, I was in this awkward position with the top of my
body
turned so I could look left and my knee lifted because I was going to
stand up.
I believe I stared for about a minute when an overpowering wave of fear
came
over me as it finally connected on what I was looking at. I couldn’t
move my
limbs or straighten my body out so I finally just tipped myself onto my
side
and at the moment I broke eye contact I could move enough to cover my
head with
a blanket. As I laid underneath my
blanket I began calling for my sister, loudly. I repeated her named
like
“Hannah, Hannah, Hannah” and as I said it my voice got more urgent and
scared
sounding. Suddenly she began to move and replied with a groggy “What?”
but I
was too afraid to answer at that point. I remained underneath the
blanket ALL
night, too afraid to peek out to see if it was still there. Finally I
fell
asleep after awhile and woke up the next morning with the blanket still
over my
head. When my sister and I got up that
morning I told her what happened and she replied “I was wondering why
you were
calling my name and then didn’t answer when I replied to you.” So what happened wasn’t a dream which is
something I already knew but I like to point it out when I tell people
what
happened. I don’t know who the girl was,
she didn’t try any way to communicate and I was too frightened to say
anything,
it was the first time I had ever seen her and I haven’t seen her since.
I
believe the state of mind I was in, that being really high emotions and
sadness, might have been what helped draw her to me or atleast helped
me see
her.
The
Cancer Unit Ghost
By: paula.beetem@midland-memorial.com
I
included this incident in a fiction book that I wrote, however, it is a
true
incident that I experienced myself. I was a nurse on the oncology floor
at my
local hospital on the night shift. We
had a patient who was in the process of what is termed "actively
dying." This means that the patient
is in the final stages of dying and is not expected to live more than
24
hours. They are typically comatose at
this point and heavily sedated for pain.As usual, this man's family was
present
at his bedside and had been for nearly a full day.
The nurse who was in charge of his care was
very conscientious, but fairly new on the cancer ward.
At one point she checked his vital signs and
general appearance. Noting an
improvement in his condition, she suggested that the family go home and
rest
for a while. They lived several hours
away and were exhausted, so they jumped at the chance to shower and
rest at
home. Unfortunately, it is very typical
of oncology patients to rally just a few hours before death, and this
nurse
wasn’t familiar with this fact. The family left and the patient died
about an
hour after they had gone. The poor nurse
was devastated at her mistake, but dutifully called the family and told
them
that they needed to return immediately.
Of course, it took them another hour to get back. About 5
minutes after
his death, the nursing call-light lit up in his room.
Then the light in the room next door lit up
and so on up the entire hall toward the east.
This took just about the amount of time that it would have taken
someone
to walk into each room and pull the light cord.
Then the light across the hall to the north came on. Once again this took just about the amount of
time that it would have taken someone to walk across the hall and enter
that
room to pull on the call-light. After
that, the lights started coming on back down the entire length of that
side of
the hall. You guessed it, just about the
amount of time it would have taken for someone to walk into each room
and pull
the chain. Of course, there was a short
pause and then the light across the hall came on. After
that, they each came on successively up
the rest of that side until the circle was completed and they came back
to
where it had all begun, at the dead man’s room.
Now every nursing call-light on the wing was
lit, even in the empty rooms. We nurses were just about to get up to
check on
our patients when our resident prankster walked up to the nursing
station. Realizing that he hadn’t been
there when the
lights had done their stunt, we all accused him of being the culprit. He adamantly denied it, so we each went to
check on our patients, turning off their lights and those in the
adjacent rooms
that were empty. About 10 minutes later, the lights all came on again. It happened exactly the same way, one at a
time in succession until every light on the ward was on.
It started in the deceased man’s room and
circled back there again. This time, our
prankster nurse was sitting next to me, so we knew he hadn’t done it. Once again, we all went to turn off the
lights. The charge nurse called building
maintenance and they sent a technician to check out the light system. Of course, he found no problem with it and
left. About 5 minutes after that, the
lights did their thing again. By this
point we were all starting to half-jokingly speculate about the
deceased man’s
ghost playing pranks. No one wanted to
admit that it might be true, but obviously, everyone was thinking it. At
last, the family returned, the funeral home was contacted and
the body
was removed. We all figured the problem
would end then. But we were wrong. The lights did their thing once again. This time, after checking my patients and
turning out their lights, I went to the dead man’s room.
The body was gone, but the room had not yet
been cleaned and prepared for a new patient.
I stood there and talked to him.
I told him that I was sorry his family hadn’t been present and
that the
nurse had made the mistake of sending them home. I
told him that she regretted her mistake. I
also asked him to quit messing with the
lights because it was compromising our ability to care for the other
patients. I then prayed for peace for
his soul and left the room. The lights
did not come back on again after that. I
can’t swear this was a ghost because I never saw, heard or felt
anything
strange in the room. I just observed the
situation with the lights as it started immediately after his death and
stopped
immediately after I talked to his spirit and prayed for his peace.
Rockaway
NY
By: aconnors001@hvc.rr.com
In
about 1966 or so, my little sister was crying in the middle of the
night
because she said she saw a lady standing by her bed. We couldn't seem
to settle
her down, because she was trying to convince us that she really saw
someone
standing there, although me and my other sister who were sleeping in
the same
room never saw or heard anything. About
a decade later I was reading a book about apparitions on Long Island
and many
of them were reports of Native American apparitions.
My sister had never described the lady
before, but I knew that Rockaway was named after an Indian tribe. I didn't mention reading the book at all, but
I asked my sister if she could describe the lady all those years later. She said, "I'll never forget the lady
standing by my bed. She had long, black
braids, and she was smiling."
Private
Residence
By: ctorres27@gmail.com
This
is my father’s account when he was a child, and was experienced by him,
his
parents, his siblings, aunts and uncles as well who lived there. I am
not sure
that the building is occupied now. Apartment located at 60th ST below
the D
train, by train station stairway. 1 child died, ate rat poison. A lady
came out
of her apt naked, screaming & bleeding into the street she use to
live
alone, kept the apt for awhile without staying in there.
Two people went crazy in there, talking in a
strange language. They had to leave. We
saw dark shadows of a tall male. Hearing
steps around the living room and around the bedroom. The door was
always being
played with late at night, scratching on the main door plus turning on
the
knob, like someone waiting to come in. There was always negative stuff
attracted toward the building. One time we were playing in the hallway
and a
guy came in from the street with a knife, but with the screaming from
all of us
he left quickly. Another time a guy was looking around in from the
front of the
building and it looked like he was attaching a bomb to the step of the
train
station stairway, then when he saw us he left running. Many times there
were
deaths from the front of the building on the train platform from people
falling
or pushed off onto the train tracks and being killed and their body
parts were
into many pieces. All negative things happened there.
Old
Grave
By: celtcharm@hotmail.com
We
moved to our farm in Oklahoma in 2007. Early one morning, I was out
walking and
exploring. The place was a bit overgrown at the time. I caught a quick
glimpse
of a woman kneeling by a thicket of wild roses. She appeared to be
kneeling
with her head bowed and her hands folded as if she was praying. She had
a shawl
around her shoulders. She disappeared after about 2 seconds. I went to
investigate and in the middle of the thicket, I found a large limestone
slab.
It looks like it was hand cut. There’s no writing on it. I got the
impression
that it’s an old grave. I’m not afraid of spirits, but I do treat them
with
respect. I laid wild flowers on the grave and I explained that I meant
no harm
and that I now live on and own the property. I caught a quick glimpse
of a
cowboy. He disappeared after about 2 seconds, just like the woman did.
That
night I dreamt of a horrible ranch accident where a man was seriously
injured.
I saw glimpses of a man being laid out on the ground and other men
trying in
vain to help him. I also got glimpses of a funeral and burial. I also
saw
images of the limestone slab. It was out in the open and not surrounded
by a
thicket of bushes and trees like it is now. The year 1910 came to mind
as I was
dreaming all of this. I’m trying to do research to find out if I can
back any
of this up with historical facts.
My
Crazy Mother-In-Law
By: rebeccace@gmail.com
I
have had a bad to horrible relationship with my mother-in-law. It started early on before I even married her
son, my now husband. He would tell her
about me and about where we would go on our dates, and she would get
sour and
whinny and complain that no one takes her to those places. Then we get
married
and the inappropriate comments started to flow.
Things that you would think someone would have had
enough
common sense to not say, or thing that hust weren't true.
It got even worse. I couldn't make
heads or tails of her
behavior. As we had children it got even
worse. When the kids were small they
refused to stay with her, but being a working mom I needed help. Finally after causing so many problems and
becoming so unstable around my children, we cut off all communication
with
her. This was so sad but so necessary. She didn't appear so unstable, but it didn't
matter what anyone else thought, it was best for my kids.
After 19 years of marriage, One cold Feb.
morning when a family member couldn't get her to answer her door, she
found her
dead in her home. She had been dead
about 3 days. She died in her
sleep. This was even harder on me and my
family. We bought her home and so the
task of cleaning out her house and belongings was left to me. And this was eye opening.
It turns out she had been treated over the
years for severe mental illness. That
when she felt "better" she would quit taking her meds.
That was when she would get unstable. She
would lock herself up in her house for days.
The neighbors knew to leave her alone till she came out, so it
wasn't
unusual that she was past on for days before someone would go check. You are probably wondering why we couldn't
have found out about her illness, you can thank the government for that. Privacy issues. She
told my country bumkin S-I-L that
wouldn't be able to figure it out. And
it worked. I was a very upset with her
because she called the daily meds "her every now and then pills" for
when she "feels bad". But because S-I-L didn't have a clue I couldn't
get mad at her. I have been visited
before by friends and family that have passed on. But I knew that MIL
was going
to have a hard time. My 17 yr old son
would come running into my room in the night freaked out because the
dog was
shaking, things moving in his room. I told him his Granny was worried
about him
and he needed to talk to her. Let her know that he loved her and that
he is
going to be OK. ( he was joining the military after graduation). He was reluctant but got up and went back to
bed. Right after he left through the
door, little sparkling lights twinkled over the place that he had been
at. So I spoke to her.
My fear was that she wasn't crossed
over
and that her mental illness wouldn't be gone and like it should if she
crossed
over. I didn't want a ghost version of
the crazy bad MIL! So far it is
OK. I have had a touch lamp turn on when
I would speak to her. My daughter is the
only one left at home with us and she sleeps in the same bed that her
Granny
slept and died in. She says it doesn't
bother her. She says that she is her
Granny's little granddaughter. The shame
about it is that this is the closest she could be to her Granny. She has had a few things happen, but she
knows that it's her Granny.
Little
Known Manassas Haunting
By: danielmichaeldeluca@hotmail.com
I
never see this listed in the well known haunting websites, but I have
on
independent sites. I lived behind a civil war ruin/memorial called the
LIBERIA
PLANTATION... its like the sister house of STONE HOUSE.. after doing
research... I found that not only were many massacred during the civil
war..
but even before the biggest battles took place... odd and unexplained
events
took place. In March 1862, three unknown corpses were found in the
basement. As
the civil war became more intense.. soldiers began to refer to the
Liberia
House as 'The Death House'.By the end of the civil war.. the amount of
bodies
on the property was massive. Since then, those who live and work around
the
area can hear strange sounds and shouting. The house was also struck by
lightning in 2003. Ever since moving into my house (directly behind the
Liberia
House).. everyone who visits or spends the night witness strange
unexplainable
things. Its become a long going joke in the neighborhood in the area
that the
house is possessed or infested by demons, lol. I guess my family
deserves it
though.. since we bought a house that plowed down a lot of the area
where many
people died and were buried. I wish that the LIBERIA PLANTATION wasn't
private
property (its only open for tours during a few days of the year)... I
would
love to get some paranormal equipment and take a look around. Anyway...
just
thought I would mention this place... hope any of this is useful.
Hauntings
in Grundy Va
By: berryman_m@hotmail.com
There
is a string of apartments on Riverside Drive in Grundy VA that were
built in
the 1920's and still stand with little remodeling. In one apartment an
old dark
looking man stares out the window in the kitchen. This same man haunted
my
friend, her husband and her mother who came to stay a few nights.
Eventually
she and her husband had a baby and it could be seen staring off in to
the
distance at things that were not there and laughing when no one was in
the
room. Each of these apartments is a separate house they have a basement
and an
upstairs. In each apartment one floor is closed off and sealed for
storage
(nothing can get in). My friend's brother live next door in another
apartment
(I stayed there for a month). There were weird sounds coming from
upstairs and
in the walls at all times of day and night! I tried debunking it but
the
upstairs was sealed and locked plus on side of the apartment was built
into the
hill side! So there was absolutely no way anything could get there, it
was all
rock!
Shed
Park
By: Anonymous
Shed
park is one of the most haunted parks in mass. there is woods area that
people
have clamed that if u walk around the day time u can hear foot steps
and people
talking and u can feel someone creeping up on
ya
when no one is there. at night if u go in a certain area of the play
ground u
can see child running into the woods, when u go into the woods u can
hear the
childern laugh and playing. there is a little pond area and in the
middle there
is an small island that you can walk to. sometimes when u are on the
island u
feel like there is something there and waiting for u to come near the
water to
drown you. there is a cenmintary there and if u walk around in it
during the
day u can feel people walking around there and sightings of the dead
during the
day. if u stay in it for too long your breathing stops and your still
alive. at
night NEVER GO IN. IMPORTANT. NO TRESPASSING.its heavely watch and very
dangerious to go in reports that u hear screaming and demonic screak
can be
heard. deaths have occurd there one of them was back in Dec. 10, 1999
-- An
out-of-work bricklayer who hanged himself days after an 11-year-old
Lowell girl
was found raped, strangled and partially buried at a Lowell park was
identified
by police as her killer. Police said that DNA evidence left on clothes,
beer
cans and a rare brand of cigarettes discovered at the crime scene in
Shedd Park
proved James Howley, 32, of Lowell was Tabitha Potter's murderer.all of
the
adults were scared, and the park was so empty for longest time.
sometimes you
can see and hear her wondering around the park. mostly at the small
park up on
the hill at shedd park. the little girl
is still looking for her parents and her friend that she made years ago
in that
park. WARNING : never go alone when you go to shedd park. moslty at
night.its
really dangerious. especially walking around the woods area,near the
cemintary,or
in the cenmintary. you need permisson to walk in the cemintary at
night. a lot
has happen in this park. you will hear storys from the towns people
about this
park.
Grandma's
apartment
By: micregil@gmail.com
When
I was A child about 8 or 9, back in the late sixty's, me and my older
sister
would spend every weekend at Grandma's. She lived in A duplex
apartment,the
kind that has two apartments with A wall dividing the two. well, that
evening
my Grandma was going somewhere, A church social I think, and my sister
and I
stayed next door at the neighbors apartment. About the time it was
getting
dark, we started hearing sounds coming from Grandma's place. there were
footsteps-heavy, doors opening and closing, the kitchen faucet turning
on and
off, and the toilet flushing. When we first heard these things, we
thought that
Grandma was back early, so we went next door to check, well, Grandma
was not
home, the doors were locked and the lights were off. We went back next
door and
continued to hear these noises until Grandma did get home A few hours
later. We
told her that someone had been in the house while she had been gone, so
she
searched carefully and could'nt find anything, there was nothing out of
place,
no sign that anyone had been there. I slept there that night and many
nights
before then and after and there were never any other times when that
happened.
I don't know what caused it, but I do know that there was no-one in
there.
An
Eerie Experience When my Sister passed Away
By:amberoxford0707@gmail.com