Hi! I am a 27 yr old male who lives in Queens, New York. I do have a
ghost experience relating to a deceased pet parakeet named "Prince".
This experience I feel is kind of small compared to many of the stories
that I've read from your website already, But hey...... here it
Around October in 1989, my parakeet Prince developed an illness and was
rapidly growing weak. Although I've tried to treat him and take him to
the vet, his illness would never regress. Then one Thursday, during one
of the usual exercising sessions (where I would allow the birds to fly
freely about my room), Prince grew extremely tired in mid-flight, bumped
into my dresser, dropped and finally landed at the foot of the dresser.
His breathing faded and while in my hands, finally died with an exhale.
Then about two days later around 10 pm, I hear a faint chirping
somewhere in my room. I tried to follow the sound and my ears led me to
the spot where Prince died. For some reason, I wasn't afraid. I then sat
by the spot and silently listened until it untimately faded. The sound
would then emanate at the same spot and at the same time every night for
two weeks. I never experienced any fear for I knew exactly who it was.
But I was facinated more than anything else. The chirping have never
returned to this day.
I was sent your page by my brother,and like it very much.I paid
attention to the ohio hauntings
and the winchester grave yard site. This is a true story, Ive been there
and saw things,heard things.I heard someone call my friends name and he
thought it was me. I saw a white image first and then a dark one. The
dark one seems to move and chase us out of the cemetary. I was
horrified,it actually followed us to our car,as we turned around it was
half way down the hill, the next time, it was on the bridge.It was a
experience I will never forget.I spoke to my Dad about it (he was a
pastor) and he warned me not to go back.That there was more evil buried
there than good, we could get hurt.My Dad doesnt believe in
ghosts,however he did warn me to never return there. I have never went
back in the night,and only once in the day. Not everyone believed us,
but we know what happened there and it was evil that we felt.It went
from warm to freezing in seconds when the shadow apeared,Im not sure
what it all means, but something happened up there and I will never
This is probably the most boring ghost story your likely to hear, but it is true. It all evolves around three incidents that occurred all in the same house when I was just a boy. Years ago, when we first moved into the house, I often felt that there was a presence in house with me. I guess it could have been all put down to an over active imagination, but then the first, and most boring, incident occurred. I was in the dining room of our house, my brother and father were at the piano on the other side of the room from me, and I was sitting next to a very old white book case that we had bought second hand a long time ago. Well, while I was sitting there I saw an envelope move from one side of the book case to the other, as if it had been pushed. This was at night and all the windows and curtains were closed, there are no vents in the back room and we don't have air conditioning, no one had entered or left the room, in other words there is no explanation why the envelope should have moved. the second incident happened when I was with a friend. We were both in my bedroom leaning out the window calling to someone when a voice that I guessed at the time must have come from about three feet behind us said ' shut up ' quite clearly. There was obviously no-one in the room as it is a small room that no-one could possibly hide in, and everyone else ( there was only my mother was downstairs ). We were both scared and ran downstairs, but didn't tell anyone. The last incident happened in my brother room. I was stroking my cat as he lay on the bed when all of a sudden he looked behind me and hissed as if there was something in the room threatening him, it really scared me as there was no-one there, yet he seemed to stare into a blank part of the room as if there was an intruder. That really scared me, so I ran out the room, but as I left a basket full of stuff fell off a table ( no-where near me or my cat so neither of us touched it ) fell over onto the floor. Besides all that I had a terrible feeling of dread wash over me. Those are the most interesting stories, not much, but there is no explanation for any of them. Sometimes my cat will avoid a particular place as if someone is standing there, he refused to go near the front room door way once, and would move around it like there was someone or something there. I have had no other trouble, and the house feels fine to me, so I don't think it is haunted. My brother suggested spirits that were just passing through caused this, and I am inclined to agree; that is if ghosts were the cause.
My children and I had a very bad experience with a demon in a house that we lived in. My son become very scared one night as he viewed a ghost of a man with a sword sticking out of it's side. This ghost was standing in the doorway of my son's bedroom very late one night. He said this thing was just giving him the feeling of such terrible hatred and dread. It made my son feel like it was going to kill us. My son started sleeping in my daughter's bedroom and that thing started going from room to room looking for my son and so it started coming into our room and scaring the daylights out of me. I felt the hatred and anger. I know that it would have killed us if we had not gotten our pastor out there to help us. When our pastor pulled into our drive, he said he felt the anger and hatred just emanating from the house to the outside. He knew what we were up against and we immediately started saying prayers to Jesus and his army of saints to fight for us. It worked so that while we were living there we had no more problems. But whenever we drive by, we cannot even look at the house.
We bought this house in 1968, in a small suburb of Chicago, We moved
in, on my sons 3rd birthday that December. That little guy "talked" to
Jonathan, who was evidently, a young man who "got me out of the well
when I was bigger", my son said.
We heard noises from the attic of this house almost from the first
night. Footsteps would fall on the stairs and no one was there. The
rest of the children were afraid, but Frankie wasn't. He said it was
just Joe. I looked into the history of the property, and found out no
other house had been listed here, in fact it was a duckblind for some
neighborhood boys for years until developement after the Korean
One afternoon, while the children were in school, and the little ones
were napping I had a vision I guess. I was in my kitchen and could see
an old fashioned farmhouse kitchen, the woodstove, the table, the
washstand and the back door. Through a window I could see the
outbuildings and a Winter scene even though it was, in reality, early
September. I described the "vision" to my husband later that evening
and Frank overheard it. He said "that was my house when I used to be
bigger, don't you remember?"
Frank doesn't remember any of this anymore, but things continue to
happen here. The TV sets will turn on and off at will, the dog will
stare down the hall and sometimes bark at nothing there.
We still hear footsteps on the stairs, and things will go missing for a
day or two and then turn up right where we left them.
None of us feel threatened but some people refuse to stay all night in
the bedrooms of the converted attic.
When I was about eleven years old, my grandfather became sick with lung
cancer, and in six months it quickly spread, and eventually after a lot
of suffering by him and the entire family, he died October 16, 1991.
Since he was a well respected man in the community, it was very
difficult for everyone to handle, especially all of us grandchildren.
Anyways, a week after to the day of the funeral I had a dream. In the
dream my cousin Ashley and I were at the church where the funeral had
taken place, only when we walked in, a play of sorts was going on.
There were three different stages, one with all of us grandchildren and
grandpa opening presents at christmas, one with all of us ice fishing,
and another one with my dad, my uncle and grandpa playing poker ( which
none of them did). When we walked up to the alter/stage, grandpa got up
from all of the scenes and sort of meshed into one figure. He came up
to my cousin and I and hugged us. Ash and I, knowing that he was
supposed to be dead, started to cry, and asked him why he had brought us
to him. Grandpa's face turned dark, and he started to say, "too bad
grandma didn't tell you", and we asked him,"tell us what, grandpa?" and
this continued for a good while, until grandma appeared suddenly out of
the shadows and screamed at us "too bad I didn't tell you" and then
pulled grandpa away from us. I woke up crying and in a cold sweat and
knew as soon as I opened my eyes that I wasn't alone in the room. I
felt like someone was standing right next to my bed. When I felt the
air around the area, it was ice cold. I freaked out immediately, and
threw the covers over my head, hiding from whatever it was- which I
ofcourse know is ridiculous, but I was 11.
The next day I went and visited my cousin Ash, and told her about the
dream. Before I even explained an eighth of it, she turned white as a
sheet, and started to cry. She too, had dreamed the same damn thing.
We never told anyone in our family, but I definitely would hold it to my
grandmother to lie to us about something- her nickname in our family is
The ghost part comes in here. From the time my grandfather died until
midnight of my 12th birthday (in Jan.), he visited us girls while we
were sleeping. In our house the upstairs is two room, with a door
separating my room from my two younger sister's. When we were younger
we kept the door open, and starting the night after my grandfather died,
my dad kept hearing footsteps upstairs. He kept asking me if I was
walking around or if one of my sisters was sleep walking, and none of us
were, so he just let it drop, not wanting to think about what it might
be. Eventually, though, my dad had enough and came upstairs during one
of the walking sessions. No one was walking around, or even awake for
that matter, yet the footsteps continued, from one end of my sister's
room to the other side of mine. We all knew it was grandpa, and we
weren't the only one's he visited. Each one of the families heard
footsteps on and off after his death, but no one ever saw anything.
The footsteps stopped for us on the night of my birthday. After all
our relatives had left, it was about midnight, and I went to bed. I was
just about asleep when I heard the footsteps, and I was wide awake when
they stopped at the foot of the bed. All of the sudden, something sat
on my legs, and I absolutely could not move them. I prayed for "it" to
go away, and no sooner than it sat down, it left, and we never heard the
Let me first start by saying that your site rocks!!! Anyway to my story. It's pretty short but it was pretty scary at the time.
Well I work at Disneyland and oddly enough I'm a ride operator at the Haunted Mansion attraction. I had been working there for over a year and hadn't seen anything out of the norm. There were stories though of weird occurences other cast members who worked the attraction have encountered. There's a story of a little boy in a red baseball cap who calls the name of whoever is working in the load position. He also runs around and suddenly dissappears. Well to my own story...I was working the load postion by myself around 8:30 am since it was so early and there were not many guests. Usually there are two people at the load position. One to get people on the ride and one to make sure the lap bar goes down. Well a small group came down and it didn't take long to load them. When down at load i usually sit on the console since no guest can see me. It's pretty creepy in the darkness, the music and the sound effects down at load but I'm used to. Everything seem to be ok. Then it happened. One of the chains in the queue area right next to me started to shake. I was used to the chains swaying because sometimes the air conditioning was on very high and caused them to sway. The chain wasn't just swaying this time. It was shaking and rattling like mad. I was soooo scared I ran up the ramp into the camera room and told the person there what had happened. Marcus came down with me and I showed him what happened. All he told me was, "Remember, Nothing can't hurt you." He assured me something weird happens to everyone. Another weird thing is the elevator we call "ER 1" has a gargoyle in it that hisses at you if you talk to it. It's really weird, The only explanaton we have to the weird happenings is that awhile ago someone by the name of "Grandma Joyce" had one of her friends spread her ashes throughout the attractions. Man after writing this I don't think I want to go to work tomorrow. Again let me tell you what a great site ya have.
I don't normally tell these stories to anyone because they sound outlandish, but I am a professional who has an MBA in English and I have had some of the strangest things happen to me. The most memorable one was in the fall of 1990. I was a senior in high school, and my boyfriend and I were out with our best friend. Being a stupid teenager, I was riding on my boyfriend's lap in the front seat because we were just going to the park which was only about three miles from where we were, and we lived in the middle of no man's land. There was a forest of trees in the middle of the fork. We were talking and carrying on, and my friend, Mike, took the left fork instead of the right fork. I looked up, fussing at him for taking the wrong road when we saw this guy in a gray sweatshirt and blue sweatpants walk out of the trees right in front of the car. Of course, I thought we were going to wreck, so I braced my arm on the dashboard and ducked my head preparing to be thrown through the windshield. I was screaming. But I felt no impact. When I looked up, we were on the right road going towards the park, and there was no one in front of the car. Of course, we stopped the car and mulled around for a few minutes trying to see if maybe someone had wrecked in the trees, but there was no sign of anything. I do know that about four years before that my brother had a good friend who died at that intersection while running from the cops after a domestic dispute. He never made the turn, and went straight into the trees. He left behind two small children. Maybe it was him trying to go home.
My next experience happened with a Ouija board and I can promise I'll never touch another one. We were trying to contact a friend who had passed away about a year earlier. I asked him to prove he was who he said, and he gave us some details that each of us in the room would know about him individually, but not collectively. I asked him to prove he was there. I heard something happening in the laundry room and I threw the board into the hallway and went to look. All the cabinets above the washer and dryer were open and all the stored sheets were laying all over the floor. My cat's food and water had been pushed to the opposite side of the room. It was too scary for all of us. We camped out together in sleeping bags on the floor as close to one another as we could!
And this is my final story, because this one is happening presently. I had a daughter two years ago. I decided to pass on my middle name which has been a family tradition for girls in our family for years - Grace. The wild thing is, my daughter was due on June 21st, which I thought was cool because it was my brother's birthday, but she was born on May 27, 1996, exactly one year to the date of the death of my Aunt Grace, whom I had adored during life. She was my godmother, and she never had any kids, and I felt it was a meaningful tribute to her. Anyways, getting to my point, my daughter was born very sick, but became healthy very quickly. She has grown into a radiant little girl. We have moved five times since she was born (My job had me travelling and we finally decided to settle near one set of grandparents so she could have the loving support I never had, so we moved to Atlanta.) The strange thing is I have noticed that she always has the coldest room in the house. My husband makes a joke out of it since he is always hot that he doesn't know how we always do that. I believe it is my Aunt Grace watching over her, her guardian angel. I have been in her room, putting her to bed, reading her a story and felt someone sit on the bed with us with a great thud. My aunt was no little woman but always a beautiful one. The strangest thing that has happened recently is that an old makeup case with a cameo on it (with the powder still in it) has appeared in my home. I know I did not get this from my mom because we do not speak. It sits on my bookcase. When my husband and I married, I decided to use her wedding band, but it causes blisters on my fingers, and always appears in the jewelry box that I keep in my daughter's room. So now I know, that my Aunt Grace wants my daughter to have it instead of me!
I've always wondered what was going on in the house I grew up in. It was
only 20 years old when we bought it. We knew the builders, and it had
had only one owner since then, an old woman who kept cats.
My mother bought the house when I was 4, and from day one, I was
terrified in there. It just felt wrong. It was a small house, only 2
bedrooms, all on one level, with the exception of an attic and a
basement. There were definitely sections of the house that felt "safe"
and sections that did not. The back bedroom, the back bedroom closet,
the bathroom, and the short steps and hallway leading to the back door
and basement, were not. The front bedroom, living room, and ironically
enough, the kitchen ( so long as you kept your eye on that back hall)
The things that occurred in the house were experienced by the entire
family, though my mother and older sister always had a "reasonable
explanation" for them. Heavy breathing could often be heard (moms
explanation...the swingset up the road creaking). Footsteps across the
ceiling.(m.ex...the neighbors. now our house sat alone and shared no
walls so how would we hear the neighbors going up their stairs, inside
their house??? ) Items that were set down would suddenly vanish, only to
reappear after much frantic hunting. But worse than that was the "feel".
People were loath to do anything that would make a loud noise.Vacumning,
showering, flushing the toilet, frying food, anything that made a
coverup noise. It always made you want to spin around and run, when you
couldn't hear past the noise you were making. As if it were allowing
something to sneak up on you. When anyone went down to the basement,
which housed the washer and dryer, they ineveitabley RAN down the
stairs. Those stairs....you just didn't want to be caught on them. My
mom was a compulsive decorater, and the only spot in the house that did
not boast ornamentation was the hall leading to the basement stairs.
Even SHE couldn't bear to be in there long enough to hang a picture.
Once in the basement, the person felt compelled to keep a running,
shouted conversation whith whomever was upstairs. You did NOT want to be
cut off, down there. Sleeping in this house was a nightmare, the
overwhelming fear of shutting off the light, and daring to sleep.
Myself, and my neice both experienced this. In the back bedroom, too,
there was a closet. The closet door had a tendency to suddenly slam
open. My moms explanation? It was hung crooked. When I was 14, tired of
it, I put a latch on it. Some years later, the door flung itself open
hard enough to send the latch flying through the opposite window. Hung
The most terrifying event in the house was experienced by myself, my
neice and my dog. We were sleeping, both in my room, my sister was
asleep on the sofa, and my mom in her room. Jennifer and I were awakened
by a voice, from the area of the basement, calling my name. I thought it
was my sister and asked her what she wanted. I woke her up. It had not
been her. I woke my mom up. It had not been her. While I was talking to
my mother, the voice came again, telling me to come to it. My neice
asked my mom if she had heard it, and my mother replied that she had
heard nothing, and that we were dreaming. Both of us, dreaming the same
dream. Ooookay :) It went on all night, and my dog, gaurdian of my
wellbeing, hid under the bed and whimpered.
We lived in that house for 17 years. During that time we had bedding
switched from one bed to another, tapes and records moved under
furniture, and perhaps the most puzzling, we came home daily for a week,
to find bowls of hot food, and cups of steaming tea, set out as though
someone had just been there, yet the house was locked. We had a neighbor
watch the house, to make sure neighborhood kids weren't coming in, but
nobody was seen to enter.
To this day, whenever my neice, or myself, have a nightmare, it is set
in that house. No dreams that take place in that house turn out to be
good ones. I have actually had dreams that were going along fine, until
I realized where I was..... I also remember having a dream that I was
married, and my husband had purchased a house. He took me to see our new
home, and you guessed it...it was 4 Harrison court. In the dream, the
most amazing wave of terror swept over me, at the thought of stepping
into that house again.
We have no idea what was wrong with it, we know the woman who bought it
from us, and she still lives in it. We have no idea if she's had any
problems. It is and will remain, a mystery.
As several women have noted in stories on this page, what I usually call the
Talent seems to run through the female line in my family. I don't know
whether my mother ever had many experiences, but from the stories that her
mother told me (my grandmother lived with us all the time I was growing up,
until I was almost nineteen) she, herself, was very used to "occurences",
as were her mother, her aunts, etc. One of my great aunts was known for
infallibility at picking Kentucky Derby winner; the ony time she missed,
was the one time she attempted to bet on the race...dead wrong! She never
bet, or missed, again!
This story, though, concerns the day my mother died. Depression, as well
as Talent, runs in the female line, and I wnder, sometimes, if the two are
somehow twisted together....? Anyway, the October after I turned eighteen,
I came downstairs in the morning, to find my mother sitting at the kitchen,
at the end of what looked to have been a long and terrible crying spree.
She had recently started a new job, working at a place that taught the use
of microcomputers and wordprocessors, and she had gotten me into one of the
first classes there, so we would ride in together.
I asked her what was wrong, and she said that she and my father had finally
had it out the night before, and that they were going to get divorced. I
was stunned. I knew they had problems, but never realized how bad things
were between them. Dad had agreeed to pack his stuff and leave, and Mom
would get everything else. We were living on a fifty-acre farm with a two
hundred+ year old house, with barns, outbuildings, etc.
I wasn't exactly a calm person myself by this point....my mother and I had
only recently started talking to each other as adults, and maybe friends,
moving the parent-child relationship into its next step.I tried to comfort
her, and figure out what I could do to help, and assure her that everything
was going to turn out for the best...while at the same time, the small
child inside was howling her anguish, trying to figure how her world had
come crashing down overnight.
I was fairly protected, growing up..I new the horrible things that happened
in the real world, but they didn't touch me, really, out there on the
farm...both parents had been married, and divorced, before they met each
other, and both had children from previous marraiges...I grew up with my
older sister, my mothers first daughter, and I loved her dearly; I couldn't
even think how this would affect her. She had already left for the day. I
never thought they would split, my parents, I thought they could heal their
After we had sat for a while, and cried, and had our tea, it was getting
towards the latest we could leave, and make it to where we were going, and
be on time. My mother was still shaken, and told me to take my car in,
she'd join me later. I asked if she was sure, and she said, yes, she had
to compose herself, and get herself straightened out for work; she'd be in
later, and to tell the woman she worked with what was happening, so she'd
know why mom was late. I took my leave, hugged and kissed her, and left,
telling her I'd see her there.
Its was a 30 minute drive in, and I don't know how I made it....auto-pilot,
perhaps. When I got in, I told moms boss what had happened, and that Mom
would been in when she felt ready, perhaps in half an hour. I had offered
to drive us both, but Mom said no, she wanted to take care of a few things,
and perhaps talk to dad one more time before he left, he was going to start
packing that morning....
Well, it got to be half an hour later, and I was having the worst time of
my life, trying to concentrate on my work. Suddenly, I realized that a
truly odd sensation was coming over me: I was sleepy, and just didn't care,
and things were coming in and out of focus around me. Moms boss (my
teacher) had been checking on me every once in a while, and she pulled me
out of the room. "you look horrible...and your mom isn't in yet. Are you
okay?" I told her I *had* to use the phone, NOW! Something was insisting
to me that I call home.
I phoned, and woke up my father. I told him that I knew what was going
on, and was mom still there? He said no, she left for work hours ago, and
i replied that no, she was still there when I left, she had sent me ahead.
Then I insisted he go look for her, she WAS still there, GO FIND HER NOW!
Somehting in my voice must have gotten to him, because he said he would,
and would call as soon as he found out. I asked, should I come home, and
he said no, wait for my call.
Twenty minutes later, my sister showed up, and said "get in the car, we're
going home" and wouldn't say much else on the ride back. She listen while
I told her what Mom had said that morning, and started cursing my father,
and I don't blame her, really. And On the ride home, the blackest cloud of
despair came over me suddenly. I ha wanted to drive my own car home, and
now was glad I didn't.....I was so upset, I couldn't breathe, could hardly
see, and didn't say what I felt to my sister. I knew, then, Mom was dead,
or close to it.
When we arrived home, there were was a police car, and officer in the yard,
talking to my father, who looked like he'd been hit with a frieght
train...stunned white, calm, but in shock. Thats when they gave me the
news....mom had killed herself. She'd driven down in the back field, run
some vacuum hosing into her back window, and asphyxiated herself with the
exhaust fumes. My father found her, did mouth-to- mouth, and scrambled
back up to thehouse to call an ambulance, and grab an oxygen we had kept on
hand, in case on of my grandmothers should happen to have breathing
problems. They lost her enroute to the hospital, which was a mercy, since
she had inhaled so much of the fumes that her color had changed, and if she
had lived, she would have been a vegetable.
I had to give my statement to the police, and then they left us to our
grief. But I know, as deeply as anything I've ever felt, that I felt my
mothers dying moment, on the way home that day. I felt it when she was
leaving, and dad brought her back, and I felt her final moments.
Days, or weeks, that time is confused and mostly lost to me, I talked to my
grandmother about it. Allt he time mom was growing up, if something
happened, or was going to happen to her, her mother recieved warning of one
sort or another....once, it was a knocking that followed her throughout the
house; this time, she said, about two or three days before it happened, my
grandmother spent a good fifteen minutes talking with HER mother.....before
she realized that her mother had been dead for forty years, and the
apparition she was talking to was only her mothers head.....so she put it
out of her mind, until the moment we talked.
Several times since that awful year, I've seen or felt my mother
nearby...usually trying tosave me from some folly of my own, once at least
saving my life. I fell asleep driving home late one night, and woke up
abruptly, hearing her voice saying my name, telling me to wake up NOW! I
was in the high speed lane of the OTHER side of the road, with a car coming
at me! I had just enough time to correct, and settle back to my side of
the road....and believe me, I was wide awake the rest of the ride home.
I've had other warnings, and seen other things, but as so many others have
said here...that is a tale for another day......
I came across your web page and was facinated..I am 43 years old but
have had many experiences with ghosts since childhood that I feel are
related to 2 near death experiences I had at age 5 and at age 8..After
these I was able to both see and hear ghosts, or sense them and have
been involved off and on with people who have had terrifying encounters
in homes and businesses and are seeking help to rid themselves of these
enities..I seem to have a talent, brought back with me from 'the other
side' in childhood for turning souls to the light..The NDEs are another
My first personal experience with a ghost was when I was about 6 years
old. I grew up in a small town in Southern Kansas that had a large
number of victorian houses, some quite elaborate and well maintained.
Most were nice, old family homes, most built in the 1870s and quite safe
but as with all small towns a few had a rather sinister reputation...
One afternoon my grandmother and I were invited to tea by one of her
frinends. The woman had just bought an old victorian house on 10th
street and was looking forward to restoring the place when she and her
husband both retired the next year.
When we pulled up in front I began to feel uneasy..the house looked
predatory, what in my 6 yr old mind I thought of as 'hungary'..With
great foreboding I followed my grandmother in and sat down in the front
parlor where they began a long and now forgotten gossip session with
each other. I rember sitting there feeling completly frozen, and
wondering why my grandmother and her friend could not feel the cold in
the air and the faint buzzing sound I seemed to keep hearing...
My undoing came when finanlly having only a 6 year olds bladder, I need
to find the bathroom. The lady said to use the one upstairs since the
one off the kitchen was still being renovated. My feet dragging I walked
out the pocket doors of the parlor and into the entrance hall to begin a
very long climb up the stairs to the bathroom at the top.
Like many houses of this period the stairs had a landing and then
turned to create a flight up to the second floor..I had just started to
climb the steps toward the landing when I looked up and standing there
was a very pretty young woman in a white silk nighthown that looked like
something a movie star of the 1920s or 30s would wear..She was stading
on the landing with one hand sort of hidden in the folds of her gown and
beconing to me with the other hand..The thing I rember was her hair was
short and wavy in what I later found was called a marcel wave popular in
the 20s and how the llight from a window beside her shimmered over her
light brown hair..I took in all these details quickly because next I
gazed up, still climbing the stairs as if my feet were not my own,
heading toward that long white hand that was motioning me to come
closer. Then I looked at her face and all hell broke loose!!
I must have fainted and tumbled back down the steps. The next thing I
rember was my grandmother and her friend slapping my cheeks and yelling
my name. I imediatly began screaming and crying, "Blood..she is covered
in blood!!" and pointing at the landing..This of course broke up the tea
party and I was taken home in disgrace since I apparently wet my pants
when I passed out but even that humiliation was nothing compared to the
relief I felt at getting away from that house...
For what I saw in that womans face is still with me in my worst
nightmares. She was smiling but it was the most hateful, wicked and evil
grin I have ever seen!! Her eyes were just blank holes..no eyeballs..and
her face was covered in blood!! Somehow I knew she had a butcher knife
in her other hand and was preparing to use it on me!!
Years later, when I was in high school, I finally found out the story
of the house on 10th street. This was long after my grandmothers death
and her friends. One day on my way home from school I decided to take a
diffrent route, I realize now that I had avoided even passing in front
of the house for years on foot as if it would reach out and grab me. I
noticed the house was being torn down and stopped to look. A young woman
drove up and stopped at the curb, getting out to join me on the sidewalk
in front. She proved to be one of grandmothers old friends daughters and
seemed quite cheerful about the destruction of the place. We began
talikig and she described how her parents were both sticken with fatal
illnessess within a year of moving in and how after their deaths the
family had been unable to sell or even rent the house..
"Don't you know what happened there?" she asked. She then told me that
in the 1920s a young couple lived in the house, she apparently came from
a fairly wealthy and prominent family in the area. The rumor reached her
that her husband was having a number of affairs with women all over town
and had a number of illigetimate childeren scatered around the county.
Being spoiled, over indulged and addicted to drugs and bootleg booze did
not help her mood and she began to brood. One day she called her husband
at his law office and suggensted he come home for lunch and no dbout an
amorous encounter offered to make sure he showed up.
Apparently she was waiting for him on the landing of the stairs in a
fancy nightie and holding a butcher knife. They later said she must of
stabbed him over 70 or 80 times and muliated the body, leaving it at the
base of the stairs. She was found in an upstairs bedroom dead of an
overdose of narcotics that were legal to buy in any drug store at that
You can imagine my reaction to the womans story...and her reaction to
mine! I later went back into the local newspaper files and found the
story as she related it to me, having happened in 1922 and was quite the
scandal of the time.
The lady herself had never lived in the house after her parents bought
it since she was married with a home of her own but she described the
place as, 'unwholesome' and 'evil' and refused to set foot in the place
after her parents death..
The reason I do not give the town name or family names is because many
of these peoples decendants still live in the area..the last time I
drove past where the house use to be I noticed it had become a small
neighborhood playground! Despite being a nice summer day with many
children playing in yards and porches on either side of the lot, no kids
would get close to the tempting swings and jungle gyms set up there....I
did not need to stop and ask any of these children why. It is still a
dark spot even on a sunny day.
It was only two days before i was going to leave my house in the middle
east to come to the U.S. to live there. Evereyone was excited, because
we didn't like it that much there anyway. But i liked it there, though i
had no problem living in the U.S. because i had been there many times
We only had three paranormal experiences in our former house.
One night i accidently fell asleep on the den couch, i woke up
frantically wondering how i fell asleep in the den, but i soon realized
that i accindently fell asleep there.
I sat up, and heard some footsteps in the room, it was a marble floor, i
called out "mom" but no answer, it was really dark, and then i saw a
shadow, it didn't look like the shadow of a human, but more like a big
irregular shaped figure, and it just walked by slowly as if it didn't
notice me. And then it disapeared.
My second experience was when my cat, saw something that i didn't see,
the cat arched it's back, it's hair standing on end, and hissing
furiously. I jumped in front of the cat but still it kept hissing
furiously. It was only until i put my hand over the cats eyes that it
My third experience was two days before i left to move to the U.S. I
woke up on a Friday morning to find writing on my hand, it was done with
a red pen, if you were wondering what it said, i'm sorry but I couldn't
read a word it said, it was more like cursive but unreadable, i should
it to my mom and dad, with my hand shaking but they couldn't read it
either. I washed it off, but still it wouldn't disapear completely, it
took three days of scrubing and bathing to get it off. I still go back
to our old house every summer because my father still lives there, and
he told me that nothing happend while i was gone. And he was still in
disbelief that there was any paranormal activity in the house. But my
mom new that there was something going on in that house, but not a ghost
I only have one explanation for this activity, I think that the ghost
didn't want me to go, afterall these activities only happend in my
existance, it didn't happen to anyone else in my family.
If there is anyone else who could know another explanation please email
When I was about 13 years old, I used to babysit quite a lot in my
neighborhood. Back then, I didn't believe in ghosts or the paranormal.
I lived in upstate New Jersey at the time My foster family had
recently moved into a new housing development in a small suburban town
near the New York State border. The house next door to us was an old
farmhouse (the housing development had been built on what had once been
the farm). The farmhouse had supposedly been built during the mid to
When I came home from a babysitting job late one night, I looked out the
window for several minutes at the stars, trying to find the different
constellations, as was my habit just about every night. Then I saw a
"ball of mist" which appeared to be "walking" down the middle of the
road. I thought that it must be some kind of gas or water vapor,
although I'd never seen anything like it in my life. It seemed so
"deliberate". It never veered from the road. I watched it go to the
end of the block and make a right into the woods that lead to New York
State. It was weird but I figured that there must be some rational
explanation for it.
The couple who had just moved into the old farmhouse, needed a
babysitter for a Saturday night for their 4 year old daughter. I agreed
I arrived at the couple's house about 7PM on a hot summer night. As
soon as I entered the house, their Doberman Pincher ran up to me and
started barking at me and howling. He wouldn't stop regardless of what
the couple tried to do. His howls became shrill and he began to growl
at me. I'd never been afraid of animals, as I'd grown up around dogs
and I like animals very much. This dog really scared me just the same.
The husband put the dog down in the garage where it finally stopped
I met the little girl and then the mother put her to bed in her upstairs
When the couple left, I turned on the T.V.. Despite the hot night, there
was not even as much as a fan in the house, yet the house was
At about 10 or 11 PM that night, the T.V. began to have "interferance"
and the lights dimmed noticeably. The television began to get so much
interferance that it became impossible to watch. The lights dimmed even
more. I thought that there must be something wrong with the electrical
wiring in the old house. I sat by the light and began to read. The
house was becoming cooler. Despite the hot night outside, this house
was becoming cold. There was an afgan on the back of the couch, which I
wrapped around me. I went to the window, wondering why it was suddenly
becoming cold. The window pane was warm! It was certainly warmer than
that house was at that moment. I tried to open the window to "let the
warm air in" but I could not budge any of the windows. The outside
world looked so strange from instide that house, as though you were
looking at something far away or were looking at a picture of something
rather than reality.
Then I began to hear what sounded like a light footfall at the top of
the stairs. I could only hear them coming down but not up, on about the
top 1/3 of the stairway. I looked to see if the little girl had gotten
up but she was sound asleep with her sheet tucked in around her.
As I sat reading, the footfall became closer and got louder. I stood by
the stairway and watched. I saw nothing but could still hear the
footfall. I thought that this old house must still be "settling" to be
making all this noise. Then the footfalls became a pounding and seemed
to reach the end of the stairwell. They were closer together, loud and
insistant But always, always, only descending the staircase, never
ascending it.. Than I heard a loud "bang" from the room directly in
line with the stairway at the top. I raced to the room thinking that I
might find the little girl there or a small animal which might have
gotten into the house and knocked something over. I turned on the light
to the room,; the room was VERY cold and the light very dim. The child
was not there and nothing was out of place. I recoiled promptly from
the small, frigid room. The hairs at the back of my nect were standing
up and I felt a strange sensation, as though a current of electricity
was coursing though my spine to the base of my skull. I checked on the
little girl, who was sound asleep despite the racket and still tucked
snugly into her bed.
At this point, I was getting scared but figured that there still must be
some rational explanation for what was happening. The footsteps
continued their pounding but now they descended all the way to the
foyer. There was a deep, shag carpet runner along the foyer. I could
hear creaking floorboards beneath it and indentations in the carpet as
though someone were pacing on it. I thought that there must be some
"really small animal" on the carpet and decided to try to "catch it". I
planted myself in the middle of the carpet when something came over me;
everything went dark for a second. I felt as though someone had thrown
something over my head and for a few seconds, I couldn't breathe.
This was no "small animal". I was petrified. I ran up the stairs to
check the child and she was still fast asleep.
After the incident on the carpet, the footfalls started to make their
way up the staircase. It was like a playback of what had been going on
most of the night, only in reverse. By the time the footfalls reached
the top third of the stairwell, they had stopped the insistant pounding
and were only lightly "stepping", yet still only descending the
stairway. Finally, they disappeared entirely. The lights resumed their
brightness and the television was no longer bothered by "interference".
By this time it was about 2 AM and this "stair-walking" had gone on for
several hours. All through this, there had not been one peep from the
dog in the garage.
The couple returned home about 4 AM. They asked me, "if everything had
been alright". I had felt as though I must be losing my mind. I just
told them that everything had "been OK".
The next day, my foster sister made a point of asking me, "how did the
babysitting go?" I told her, "that house is really WEIRD!" Then she
told me, "I didn't want to tell you before you went babysitting because
I didn't want to scare you". She proceeded to tell me that the former
owners had told her that the house was haunted. They told her that all
the members of the family had seen the ghost many times. They explained
that one of the original owners of the house, a Mr. H., had committed
sucide my hanging himself from the attic door which was diredtly above
the top landing of the stairwell. They had taken my sister for a tour
of the house. When they had been renovating the house, they had
discovered that the house beams and studs had been joined together by
wooden pegs and not nails. This was a very old construction technique,
that was used because making wooden pegs was easier than having to make
nails. They took my foster sister for a tour of the cellar, which
consisted of a maze-like collection of windowless cubicles. In each of
the cubicles were manacles for hands and feet. Had Mr. H.bought slaves
to use as farm workers? In that area, the growing season is short and
the winters long and cold. Buying slaves would hardly have been "cost
effective" for such a short period of time. Long ago, the land there
had belonged to the Ramapo Indians. Had Mr. H. taken these people as
seasonal slaves and "dispensed with" them after harvest time?
My friends went down to the town's city hall to check the records of the
house. The records showed that the house was considerably newer than
had been thought (about mid-nineteenth century). This was after slavery
had been discontinued in the northeast. The former owners of the house,
who were also builders and renovators of old houses, said that the mode
of construction that was used in the house, would date the house as
being much older.
I guess we will never know who was kept manacled in those airless little
rooms in the cellar. We will never know why Mr. H. was driven to
suicide or if his death was indeed a suicide. Was the ghost that of Mr.
H. or of someone else? Perhaps there is more than one tormented spirit
in that "troubled" household.
Dear Sir: Nice to visit your site. The place I live is full of paranormal
activities. This was a very old cremation ground for Hindus on the
embankment of rivewr Gomti. Earlier due to flooding with watewr of rainy
season and of the river people used to cremate in the greater area. Now
this cremation is restricted to a quarter square kilometer. People who live
here experience too much miseries, un-natural deaths, unrestricted
sufferings and blokade in their work and work/business; althjough some are
affluent and resourseful. In my house alone,which is about 70-100 years
old, we experience different encounters with unexplained phenomenon which
we try first to analyse logically and with resoning but fail to get a
satisfactory answer. These are visualising images, sightings, gush aroma
stepping sounds etc.As I practice Yoga and Alternative Medicine therapies
so I have an idea of the occurance and autheniticity of these phenonmenon.
We just observe and analyse and never accept the experiences on
superstitious or any illusive background. More details could be made
available to interested persons or researchers o0f this field.
Thanks and regards.
Ok here in town there have been some major things going on. For some
reason kids were trying to kill themselves. no one knew why. there were
5 who killed themselves in 2 months. the town was shocked. it was not
ending at all. i knew some of them. A month after the last one (who was
a friend) it stoped. My mom forgot something at the store, so i went to
get it for her. As i walked to the door i noticed two boys standing by
the little wall. They had a little dog between them. THey wre facing
each other talking. as i got closer... i noticed that one of the boys
was one that killed himself. i was freaked. I did not say anything. i
turned around, and went into the store. when i came out, they were gone.
i talked to a friend of mine about it. she asked me about the other guy.
I told her about the guy i did not know. i told her what he looked like,
and thats when she told me who he was. i told her about the dog i saw.
That dog died 2 weeks before the guy did.
by (let me know if you want your email lsited here)
im a marine stationed in washington d.c.. In march of 96 we had an incident
at marine barracks washington d.c., me and several other marines were
standing guard duty. We recieved a call from one of the posts saying they
had heard people moving around inside the old band hall, we went to
investigate and found no one we did hear voices but could not find a
source. we then proceeded out side with no results. and heaed back to the
On the way there the sergent noticed that there was a woman across the
parade deck near the commadants house wearing white. we stood and watched
her for a while and then went to approach her. when we got about ten feet
from her she walked to the center gate of the house and vanished, we
searched the whole area and found no one we then went back to the guard
house and logged it in. since then everybody that was there has been
relieved of duty and has moved on to other duty stations
This story goes way back to a when i was a child. I remember my mom talking about her religious figures moving in the middle of the night.But to her surprise that morning nothin was out of place. She even had someone come in to see if a squirrel got into the house, it didnt. My sister remembers hearing footsteps and the furniture in the basement moving, it sound like there was a party going on down there. This only happened in the winter months. I dont remember hearing any of that. Except footsteps in the hallway to our bedrooms , my mother always told us it was our grandma, and of course she wasnt there to scare us just look over us . We were never afraid of it. My recollection of strange happenings started on the eve of December 26 1979. That was the day my father passed away in that house. Of course i was the only one home that morning. I was the one to find him.My mom had passed on earlier that same year, may 20 1979.I never felt such fear . I as a child was always afraid of this sort of thing happening to me ,and it did , I was 20 yrs old. I remember walking into his room and totally freaking out .That evening after the whole family left myself and sister were to afraid to go back to our room, it was right next to dads room. So we decided to sleep in the living room. My sisters boyfriend at the time decided to stay with us. It was around 12:30 am I was saying my prayers and also trying to figure out what time he could have passed . In those days i slept in very late so he wasnt found till one in the afternoon, when i awoke. He had been dead for hours they said. All of a sudden i heard a clanging loud sound , at the same time my sister and her boyfriend awoke by the same sound. I think he was letting me know the time of his passing , it clanged 5 times...5 a.m. That was just the beginning of things to follow. None of our family came that often we often wondered why. We did find out years later ,that after numerous time of telling our aunts and uncles, that we felt something in the house ,The day the house sold they told us that they knew we were telling the truth, but how could they admitt it to us, we had to live there. Wonderful huh. We thought we were losing our minds. One of my aunts had a priest come in to bless the house. It helped for a while. Then the banging, the smell of flowers just the errie feeling in that house returned. I remember one day about 3 in the afternoon there was a terrible storm, the lights went out in the house ,at the time my son was 1 yr old . My sister took off work for 6 weeks to stay with me , cause i wouldnt stay home alone. She finnally had to go to work. She was expected home at 5, that day . After the lights went out and the phone rang i heard from dads closet a knocking sound , i mean loud knocking . I picked up my son and headed for a neigbors house. I remained there till my sis came home. To say the least we sold the house three yrs later. To this day I really dont Know what it was in that house. I always thought it was my dad , but 20 yrs later I now do not think it was him. I think it was pure evil there.I have married and moved to Florida I wonder if the new occupents have any trouble in that house. When i go back to visit the family and i get up the nerve, i might just drop in on them to ask.
My wife (Karen) and I decided to go on a camping trip with our three children. We went to a campground we had visited several times before.On the last day of our trip we the kids' bedding out on the line,because it had a bad case of the smellys.We had a great day doing activities around the campground,so we headed back to the camper for dinner. Karen decided to make chicken for us, we cooked dinner and sat down to eat. I don't eat chicken, so I ate the other things. After dinner, we all went for a walk to see the sights, half-way around Karen said she wasn't feeling well so back to the camper we went/. I had promised our boys I would toast marshmallows with them. By this time, it was getting late (9:30 PM) for the boys, Karen said she would put the baby to bed and lay down herself. The boys and I toasted marshmallows for about an hour, they fell asleep in the chairs. Knowing I had to make their bed, I sat there awhile longer, and there he was- an old Indian (Native American) he had long white hair a funny lookinghat ( like Peter Pan's) with one feather on the left side of it. He seemed to be 5 feet 9 inched tall and thin.. Around his neck were some sort of charms, a bag hung down to his waist, and he had a pipe. He was dressed in buckskin pants, and a shirt (no, he wasn't wearing war-paint). He was warming his hands on the west side of the fire(water-spiritual side to native belief). As I was studying him, he turned, looked at me, smiled, and disappeared. I sat there for awhile, thinking I must be going crazy. The two boys were still asleep on their chairs, so I got up to make their beds, but the sheets, blankets and pillows were gone. I looked in the camper and their bed was made perfectly. The next morning, I thanked Karen for making their bed for me. She told me, "I didn't make it." I then told her my story and we agreed that was really weird. This happened over one year ago, and since then each time trouble comes my way, I hear Indian drums. How bad the trouble is, depends on how long I hear the drums. The experience is one that sits well in my memory, the Indian made an impression that will last through my lifetime.
I am 23,and live with my folks
in an apartment(don't laugh),and every once in a while my
mother and I see dark shapes from the corners of our
eyes.This happens once in a while,and sometimes we can
perceive a spectral cat through the sounds it makes.We think
it is one of our former cats(We have had many through the
years).Recently I purchased a human skull through a
mailorder company in Berkely.It is a chinese skull,with no
teeth,and slight damage.I usually keep the skull on my desk
next to my PC,but I kept it next to the head of my bed for a
while.Recently,something curious happened.I was sleeping,and
awoke to a dark figure standing over me next to the bed(My
bed is a boxspring,and mattress on the floor).I couldn't
tell if the figure was angry,or what,but I felt very spooked
at this.I am not sure if I should chalk this up to
grogginess,or perhaps the human remnant attracted this
entity.I could not see the face,but it was definately
looking at me.I have not seen it since.I am uncertain as to
whether it was apparition of the skull in life,or if it is
the shadow we sometimes spot from the corner of our
eyes.Geez,I'm getting chills just typing this up...
by name withheld by request
I grew up in a house that my parent's built in New Hope, PA. New Hope is
an old town located on the Delaware River (not too far from Washington's
Crossing) - it's an old mill town that dates back to the 1700's at least (I
haven't yet researched the founding - but have been toying with the idea to
write a book about it's history and might even explore writing about
paranormal activities in New Hope if I find enough information - this will
have to be in the future since I'm currently in college and raising two
children) - it originally had a different name, but when the town burnt
down, the residents rebuilt giving it the name of New Hope. New Hope is
now more of a tourist town and is quite a famous place for tourists to
visit (it contains alot of quaint shops) in Pennsylvania. In the more
recent past, New Hope was where the reporter Jessica Savitch, her boyfriend
and dog died when their car careened into the canal that runs through the
town. My parents home was located not far from this site, up a hill called
Windy Bush Road (unfortunately they sold their house last year, but the
events that happened to me there are intriguing and I think that when I do
research the area, I might pop in on the new owners to see if they've had
any out of the ordinary experiences). My parents home sat on 11 acres up
on a hill just outside of New Hope and was rumored to be part of a parcel
of land that William Penn (the founder of Pennsylvania) was interested in
purchasing. Located next to the land that my parent's built this house on
is a large and very old farmhouse and my parent's land was supposed to have
been the farmhouses' field and pastures. My parents bought the land in the
early 1970's and during the construction animal skulls were found - such as
cow skulls and smaller mammals like raccoons, foxes, mice, etc. An
intriguing area on this property was what I refer to as the grave - back
behind the barn that was built (we used to ride & show horses) was a deep
stretch of woods that my parent's shared with the furniture artist George
Nakashima. It was a large mound that was redish in color (I suppose from
the clay soil). My childhood friend and I used to trail ride our ponies
back deeply into these woods and also found a site that we referred to as
elephant mountain - located at the edge of the hill - if you would look
down you could you would see the town of New Hope and the Delaware River
right below - was a large mound of rocks layed out into a huge pile with a
pit recessed into one side. Some inquiry to people familiar with the
revolutionary war (remember I mentioned the town is only a little way from
where George Washington and his men crossed the Delaware river into New
Jersey to attack the English at Trenton) have said that often revoltionary
soldiers would build a mound similar to the one that I mentioned in order
to slow down an advancing army - they would use the rock mound as a wall
and they would sit behind it or in the recessed pit and shoot down at the
enemy as they would try to climb up it. Also, back in this wooded area is
many rock fences that farmers used to use back in prerevolutionary times.
Sorry to make this so long, but I'm trying to give you a sense of the age &
history of this town and the property that I grew up on in particular.
Anyway - about a mile down the road from my parent's house is a cemetary
that's all but forgotten and some of the graves date back to the early
Now onto my experiences... The earliest experience that I can remember
happened when I was quite young (perhaps 11 or 12) - I was just falling
asleep on a hot summer night. The house was shut up tight with the air
conditioning running and the only other people in the house were my parents
who also were in bed. I was just drifting off when I remember distincly
hearing the sound of a loud crash going down the stairs. To adequately
describe this enormously loud noise: it sounded like a large box filled
with china and glass was being pushed down the steps and with each step it
hit it crashed even louder. As soon as the sound stopped I instinctively
thought that a robber was in the house and jumped out of bed, grabbed a
pair of scissors and ran across the hall to my parent's bedroom. My Dad
opened the door and had a gun in his hand - he and my mother were woken up
by the sound and as I coward in bed with my Mother, he searched the house,
but nothing was there. The next morning I went from the attic to the
basement and throughly search every inch of the house - nothing was out of
sorts, no picture fell and broke, nothing could explain the loud crashing
sound. The next summer, the same sound occured, with the same exact
results, but never occured again while I was there. Years before, when my
sister lived with us in this house, she would complain of being kept awake
by scratching noises on the ceiling of her room (which is below the attic)
- my father put rat and mouse traps as well as poison up in the attack, but
never caught a rodent or squirrel - none of the poison was ever touched and
no rodent feces was ever found as evidence of who was making the scratching
noises. When I was in high school, I had another strange experience - it
was early morning (7 am or so) and I got up to let my dog outside, as I
walked into the kitchen, I heard a loud noise that sounded like a huge
lawnmower being turned on, really a deafening sound, like a lawnmower the
size of a semi reving it's engine. The only thing was, my parents were
still in bed and no one was outside cutting the grass. I shrugged it off,
especially since no one else heard this noise. Years later after I moved
out, my sister and her family moved back in with my parents after they sold
their house and were waiting until one that they were building was ready to
be moved into. My mother told me that one evening my sister and her
children went out christmas shopping and she was alone in the house with
the family dog (my father & brother-in-law were still at work). She did
the books for my father's business and had a small office located off of
the back of the house near the garage. The back door was located just on
the other side of this office and she was completely alone calculating
figures and didn't have a radio or television on in the house. She said
suddenly the dog began growling and then she heard voices talking and
thought it was my sister speaking to her kids (my mother never heard the
back door open and didn't see them pass by her doorway - the front door was
never used so they couldn't have come into the house without her noticing
them)- she said it wasn't a distinct conversation, but sounded more like
murmuring. When she and her dog got up and walked out the doorway, the
voices immediately stopped. My sister wasn't there (she returned an hour
later) and again, my mother checked but no tvs or radios were on. In the
late summer of the following year (my sister & her family had since moved
out and into their new home)- I was pregnant with my first child and would
help my mother out with the family business by doing paperwork for her at
her house. I wasn't living in her home, but would drive up a few times a
week to do things like payroll and checks. It was early afternoon and my
mother left me alone in the house (she had a doctors appointment) while I
worked on the week's payroll at the kitchen table. The dog (named Baxter)
was seated at my feet and the house was shut up tight with the air
conditioning on. Located next to the kitchen on the way down the hall
towards the stairs is a door which leads down into the finished basement.
This door was located diagonally across from the refrigerator and after my
mother had been gone for a half an hour or so I got up from the table and
walked over to the refrigerator to get something cold to drink (the dog
went over to the fridge with me - he usually would get a hot dog or piece
of lunchmeat if he begged)- as I went to open the refrigerator door, I
heard a loud and distinct knock coming from the other side of the basement
door. It was a rap, not like a bang, but a knock like one would do to get
someone to open the door. It was like" knock, knock ,knock, knock, knock"
and was very loud. What's weird about this experience is that my instinct
completely took over and my "fight or flight" instinct kicked in - before I
knew it I had ran down the hall, past my mother's office room, and out the
back door. As I stood outside (with goosebumps from head to toe and the
hair all over my body standing at attention) I realized that I had just
left the house - this is how quickly my instincts had reacted - I hadn't
even thought about the knocking or whether to run or not, my body just ran,
which convinces me that my instincts kicked in because this was a definate
paranormal experience (the dog ran out with me and was whining and hiding
behind me as we stood outside). After an hour we went back inside and
waited in my Mom's office until she returned from her appointment. We
checked the house, but nothing out of the ordinary (as usual) and the
basement door had been locked up tight - the only other way into the
basement was another door and steps (which was locked and bolted) which led
up into the garage (which also was locked). I'd have to say that hearing
this knock was the most real paranormal experience I had up to that moment
or since and was made more real and frightening by the fact that my
instincts immediately took over and I ran without even thinking about it.
Only one other incident happened before my parents sold the house (not
because of the paranormal stuff, but for economic reasons and the fact that
they are now too old to take care of a large property) - the spring before
they put the house up on the market I went with my son to visit them
(interestingly - I was pregnant with my second child at the time) - I was
greeted at the back door by my mother and as I walked into the kitchen, I
saw the arm of a man as he walked past the side of the refrigerator and
down the hall towards the stairs. What I saw looked like a bare, male arm
(hairy and muscular) - but this was it, no head or legs just a quick flash
of an arm - I thought it was my Dad going down the hall and I called to
him, but no reply. I walked past the refrigerator and to the steps, but he
wasn't there either. I went up to his room, and found that he was in the
shower, which means it wasn't his arm that I saw. No one else was in the
house (no workmen or other family members) - this occured 2 years ago, and
since then my parents have sold that home. In my own home (which was built
in the twenties) I've heard strange noises as has my husband, but nothing
really frightening - just floorboards creaking and once a loud bang with no
identifiable source, but I do feel that I am sensitive to such things as a
result of the occurances at my parent's home in New Hope.