Early 1960's I guess is when I first started having experiences. I was about
3 and I came down with Spinal Menengitis(sp?). Before my mother knew I was
sick I started having confulsions (again sp?). By the time I had gotten to
the hospital I had lasped into a coma. The Drs. told my family that they
would do all they could but they didn't hold out much hope for me. They
didn't think I would last another 24 hours. They told my family to pray and to
start thinking about my funeral arrangments.
Meanwhile I remember going down a dark hallway to a bright light(I know
typical right?) Before I could reach the end a lady with with long black hair,
bright blue eyes and a very loving face carressed my cheek and told me I had
to go back, because it was not my time and I still had alot to accomplish in
I came out of the coma much to the dr's surprise. My family was told it
was a miracle. I told my mother about the nice lady and she told me sick
people sometimes dream strange things. It was forgotten until a few years and
experiences later, I was about 6 and looking through my grandmothers photo
album when there was a picture of the nice lady. I asked my grandma who the
lady was and was told it was my great Aunt who had died several years before
I would love some feedback about if this is why I can sometimes see
things, hear things or sense things that other people cannot. Or if the
reason I can do this is because I was raised in an atmosphere where the
supernatural was very commonplace and nothing to be scared of. Thanks for
your time and please only serious e-mail since I take this subject very
This story was told
to me by my parents. I was in the house at the time but I was very young.
My parents are from Joplin, MO. In the early to mid seventies, my
father got a job teaching at a community college in Philadelphia. My
parents went out there to find a house. They found a house for sale that
they really liked a lot and they made arrangements to see it. My parents
and the realtor showed up at the house. Before they knocked on the door,
however, the realtor let them in on a bit of inside information. She said
to them "you think that you're looking at this house and judging whether
or not you want it. Actually it's the other way around. these owners are
judging you and they're going to decide whether you're good enough to buy
their house." My parents were like okay, whatever. Apparently the couple
who lived in the house had built it themselves. The husband had basically
built the house with his own two hands and they were in love with their
house. But as they got older, they soon found they couldn't care for
themselves and they were forced into a rest home. They were so
heartbroken over leaving their house. So who lived in it after them was
very important to them.
My parents met the owners and they really hit it off. The old
husband even gave my dad his power tools and work bench since he wouldn't
be needing them at the rest home. My parents bought the house. Later,
they found out that other people had offered the couple MORE money then my
parents but they had refused them, and had let my parents buy it.
The story fastforwards a few years. I was about three years old,
which would have made my sister six. So I guess it was around 1979-80 or
so. It was in the middle of the night. My parents were asleep in their
bed room, which was on the first floor, when all of a sudden my father
heard a "aa-huh", like a very distinct human sigh. Just one sigh, right
above his head. My mother heard it too. They stood there terrified for a
few moments....each was hoping the other had sighed. They soon discovered
that neither had sighed. And obviously you don't wake yourself up with
your own sigh. My father's second thought, after he realised my mother
had not made the noise, was that a robber was in the house. He jumped up,
turned on the lights, but no one was there. He checked the house from top
to bottom. All the windows and doors were locked from the inside. My
sister and I were fast asleep. My parents went back to bed and tried to
forget about it.
A few months later, my mother ran into the former owner, the wife,
at the store or something. My mother found out that her husband, the old
man who built the house, had passed away. He died at the exact same
time my mother and father heard the digh. My mother swears to this day
that that old man took his last breath in his beloved house. My father,
who is a scientist and a huge skeptic of everything says, "I don't believe
in ghosts or anything supernatural. But I heard that sigh. Just as clear
as can be, I heard it. And I'll never forget it."
what makes this story so amazing is that my father doesn't beleive in
ANYTHING and he swears it happened.
I don't know if you will believe me or not, but I often wonder if there is something in my house. One morning about three years ago I got up and went into my bathroom. I knew I was alone in the house because I work nights and everybody else works days. All of the sudden something started banging on the walls like a child trying to be funny. Later I told my mother about it and she said it had happened to her, but she figured it was some kind of animal living in our walls. Now I grant you, animals do make noises, but this was something else.
The next night I got to bed late (as always) and had just laid down when I heard what sounded like footsteps running up and down the stairs. I was absolutely scared, but it didn't wake my parents at all. I told my mother about it and again she said it was probably mice. Two nights later my cat was sleeping on my bed when the footsteps returned. The cat woke up immediately and wanted to investigate, but I was afraid to let her go. I learned later that I should have because animals can sense spirits. Late at night when I on the computer or watching t.v. the lights will flicker or on a couple of occasions I've had to fight to shut the door to the computer room when normally it shuts fine. I've heard footsteps walk across the upstairs landing and felt my bed get a sudden shake when I go to bed.
The spirit seems to have a knack for teasing one of my friends as well. She never saw any evidence of the ghost until one evening when her, my mother, and I were sitting watching television. I noticed that every so often she would make a strange face and look to the side. She did this about 3 or 4 times. Finally when my mother went to be she told me why. She could hear someone breathing in her ear. She said that she thought it was me or my mom, but as she listened she realized that rather than hearing three people breathing, she was hearing four. The next night she came over again and suddenly looked nervous as we were standing by the table. Apparently the ghost was running his fingers through her hair. We have named this spirit, George. One of my other friends is rather superstitious and won't stay real late at my house because she doesn't want to meet George. I'm not as afraid as I used to be except when it's walking. I still get nervous when I hear the footsteps walk across the floor upstairs. My house was built either in the very early twenties or the very late teens. I was asked once if there was any room I felt uncomfortable in. I hadn't thought about it before, but yes there is. There is an upstairs walk-in closet that I hate to go into. First of all it slants because it was built between my room and the roof. Secondly, I don't care how much light you bring with you, you just can't dispel the darkness in there. The closet is used to store all the dolls my mother collects so I don't have much cause to go in there, but when I do I try not to go beyond the doorway. I'm the only one the spirit does anything to with the exception of my friend. There is no one else in my family that believes.
I live in Iowa and I have all through my life loved
paranormal experiences. Although I have not Had one my self, My sister, mother,
father, and uncle have. Before I was born (when my sister was a
baby) They all lived in a house in Kansas. As I was told, My uncle would hear
footsteps going up and down the stairs to the attic. (which was through his
room.) He would hear them all hours of the day or night. And sometimes
they would stop in front of him as if to say hi! As I said my sister was a baby and one night my
mom went downstairs to check on her and seen a man! He look real but real pale
and his hands and feet were almost transparent. All he was doing was
standing over my sister's crib looking at her. He looked at my mom and soon
after he left. (I don't know how!) And at night my mom left a big Bible open on her
stand to a certain page and every morning she woke up and it was closed.
Everytime she did this it would always close. I am sure these things are true because my uncle
and mom are not one's to lie about something of this sort. The House later
was tore down and now a lake is where the house was.
I am from a very small town in Madison Parish Louisiana One cold Feburary
night, my 5 sisters and I were going to visit my dad's brothers as was a
habit of ours to do so a couple of times during the week.. My fahter had a
work van in which the motor was encased on the inside of the van. Since it
had only a driver's seat and a passenger seat, some of us had to sit on top
of the motor case. This night, in particular, we took a different route to
our uncles' home for some unkonwn reason. As we turned onto a side street,
only one of my other sisters and I saw a woman with long flowing brown hair
down to her waist and a long flowing white gown, glide across the street
about 1 or 2 blocks ahead of us. My sister and both looked at each other
at the same time, and said "Did you see that?" One second she was to our
left and the next she was across the street and then just vanished. When
we got home later that night, I told my mother what my sister and I had
seen. She said that many, many years (I'm not sure if it was in the arly
1900's) that a young lady who lived in that area was to be married. On her
wedding night, her fiance' was tragically killed before the wedding could
take place. The bride, who was very much in love with her fiance', pined
away and died from the greif of her loss. My mother said that my sister
and I were not the only ones who had seen this lady. I will never forget
the apparition that I saw that night and I truly believe that what I saw
was a ghost from the past.
I saw your web page on my computer at college. My family and I have
had quite a few dealings with what I think are ghosts at my house. I
never used to believe in that type of thing, but when you see things
with your own eyes and several others also see, you begin to believe.
It really makes me question what I was brought up to believe as a
child, that, when you die, you either go to heaven or hell. If that
is so, who the heck is roaming around my house.
This is who I think may be in my house. In 1971, there was a tragic
fire two doors north of where I now live. A family of 5 were all
killed in that fire. The house was torn down after the fire. There
were two boys and two girls killed in the fire along with their
father. The mother was the only one to get out. The ghosts that I
personally have seen seemed to be that of a small boy who looked like
a dark shadow going down to my basement and months later, I saw a
in a white gown going from my kitchen to my daughter's bedroom. I
thought it was my daughter at first. I said, Becky, and my daughter
answered from behind me. I knew it wasn't her then so I got up and
went into my other daughter's bedroom to see if it were her. She was
asleep, wearing a black tee shirt, the person I saw glide through the
hall was wearing a white gown.
I was rather freaked out by this. This was several years ago that I
saw anything, but several others have seen the man in our house. I
never saw him, but I think that he messes with our clocks.
I just discovered your page and I wanted to share a recent experience with
you. I live in Boise Idaho and this past summer I went to the Boise State
Campus one morning to pick up a catalogue. It was during the late summer
after summer school had ended so there was literally nobody around as I was
walking through the big quad area. Except for the grass and cris-crossing
walk areas there are only a pair of large (very wide) "Christmas Trees"
growing in the quad. I was wondering where the administrative building was
since I'm not familiar with the campus and was looking for somebody to ask.
There was only one man walking across the campus about 100 feet from me. To
get close enough to him to ask directions, I knew I had to speed up to get
around one of the very wide trees to intercept him. I noticed he was wearing
dark jeans and a long sleeved dark work shirt with buttons down the front
and some sort of dark baseball cap. Very odd clothing for a 100+ degree day.
He appeared to be in his late forties and had a bushy dark beard. It occured
to me that he probably would not know where the administrative building was
since he did not look like somebody who inhabited a college campus. I also
noticed that the man was very thin, his thighs showed through the jeans and
were as narrow as my calfs. When I raced around the tree and expected to see
him he was gone. I looked farther down (had he started to sprint I may have
missed him) but I did not see him. There was no explanation as to where he
could have gone.
i suppose that every kid imagines a monster in the closet or under the bed at one time or another.and i had in fact began to belive my experience to be the result of a young fertile imagination.
you see, my room was located in the basement of my parents home. located next to the basement stairs. my closet ran under the stair and had only an open doorway. no door. as i lay trying to sleep at night i was sure i could discerne a pair of glowing red eyes staring at me from the closet doorway! this allways filled me with a sence of fear and trepidation.
i could never quite make out the body of the apparition,more like having an idea of the shape and size,but never really seeing it. i also had the strange feeling that the apparition indeed wished me ill. furthermore there was some "force" that restricted it to the closet.
however, as i said. i had begun to doubt the evidence of my own experience. until years after i had left the family home , my cousin came to stay with my mom and dad due to "family difficulties". she stayed in my former room. mom informed me that she was having trouble sleeping. however, she could not seem to get her to give any reason as to her apparent insomnia.
my mother asked me to to talk to her, fearing her dificulties stemed from the problems in the family. she further belived that being closer in age might make it easier for her to open up.
she described to me exactly the same manifestation i had "imagined" when i slept in that room! after a room change she was once again able to sleep comfortably at night.
My boyfriend and I decided to do something different as a prelude to
Halloween this year. On Saturday, October 24 (3 days ago) we went on a
ghost tour of the Eastern State Penitentiary located in the Fairmount
section of Philadelphia. The prison is very old, having been built in
the early 1900's and was in use until 1971. At one time, it was
considered the prison to model all others after. Among its many famous
prisoners, Al Capone once spent some time at the prison. The prison is
reputed to be haunted, as many prisoners were murdered in their cells or
died of disease while incarcerated. As background for me, I have seen
and sensed ghosts all my life.
We stood in line outside the prison at about 10pm...the line stretched
almost the entire block. While the prison walls are high and
foreboding-looking, I didn't feel threatened or get any sense outside
the walls. We got a little nervous when we were forced by the City of
Philadelphia to sign a waiver release and wear hard hats -- the prison
is in severe disrepair. The roof is caving in in spots and the lead
paint is peeling.
Once inside the prison walls, the prison itself is in the shape of a
spoked wheel: the middle hub is the where the prison guards collected
and each "spoke" was lined with prison cells. We were led around the
outside of the spokes and into the spoke that housed the solitary
confinement cells. All of the doors and locks had been removed from
each cell and the doors to the cells were only about 3 feel tall. The
cells were pitch black and there was only a dim light in the corridor.
We were explicitly told no one was allowed to go into any of the cells.
I didn't really get a feel for any presence, but I felt an overwhelming
sense of sadness. After we left that particular spoke, the feeling went
away and the rest of the tour was uneventful (aside from the "ghostly"
spooks popping out at us from various spots in the building). I felt
After the actual ghost tour is over, you are invited to go back into the
prison into a few rooms that had been set up as a sort of museum of
sorts. I'm not sure if the rooms had been cells or what. There were
pictures and articles about the prison and a collection of knives and
zip guns confiscated from prisoners over the years, among other things.
I was walking through a doorway from one room to the other when I
actually felt as if someone put their hands on my chest and pushed. I
actually had to take a step back to keep from tripping backwards, and
then whatever it was actually went through me. It knocked the wind out
of me! There was no one near me and it wasn't windy, so I am going to
assume that I came in contact with some spirit. Luckily, it didn't seem
malevolent......it was just there.
I've read better stories than the one I'm going to recount here. In fact, the actual story of what happened to me often falls on deaf ears. It's fairly anti-climatic in the telling. Scared the hell out of me, though, and my good friend Jim. I guess that's what counts. My first summer after my freshman year in college, I began working at a place in Black Mountain, North Carolina, called Blue Ridge Assembly. The most prominent feature of the place is a building called Lee Hall. It's a mammoth building. Five stories including the basement and attic, full of rooms that have been used as a dormitory of sorts since it's foundation. it was built, I believe around the turn of the century. I believe the date was 1912. it was built entirely from the timber gathered off the mountain there, and has served many different purposes. It's current function is housing people who book the mountain for conferences and retreats.
Anyway, I do regress. It's a hard building to miss. It's just plain "spooky" as any old building can be. Especially one of its size with very long hallways. My second summer there, I was working in housekeeping. the office was on the second floor. Actually, the 3rd, if you count the basement. It was the end of the summer, and the staff was finishing up final cleaning to shut many buildings down for the winter, including Lee Hall. It was dark, and everyone was pulling together to finish the job so we could have a few days rest before returning to college. My friend Jim and I were sent down to Lee Hall, which I had personally locked up for the day, for more supplies. We approached the back stairs which was the easiest way to reach the housekeeping supplies, joking about how spooky the whole thing was. As we climbed the stairs, we both grew silent. later, we both told each other that we knew something strange was happening. Above us was a huge metal door that led into the main hallway of the second floor. We got halfway up the stairs, and the door slowly swung open revealing the gaping hallway, lit only by the exit sign. Nobody stood there. If someone had pushed it open and run, we would have heard them running across the floorboards, but they couldn't have, because it had been my responsibility to lock the place up for the night, and I'm sure I did just that. Jim and I both felt a terror far beyond that of seeing a door open strangely. I really felt like it was an invitation. Does that make sense? An invitation to something I didn't want. We fled, screaming and cursing. the terror we felt was beyond that of just seeing a door open strangely.
We returned shortly with several people and searched the building. No one was there. Jim's story continues from there. he stayed the winter and had a lot of strange things happen.
For years I thought that I was daydreaming. My first visitor was very unfriendly. I was about 9 years old. My father, who was in the military, had moved us to Indiana, to a small town outside of Indianapolis. The house was an old Victorian house, that had no square rooms. I knew from the moment we walked up the stairs that the bathroom at the end of the hall was not a place I had wanted to go into. Even our dogs wouldn't go in there. My parents couldn't understand why all of us kids refuse to take our baths upstairs. They didn't believe that the window would open and close by itself. They didn't believe that everytime you go in, the door would shut all by itself. Luckily for us, we moved right after a couple of months. My second visitor didn't show up until after I had gotten married, and we had moved into a small house in Kansas. We had a basement that had our washer and dyer in the corner. I had a small table that I keeped my cleaning stuff on, which I had just cleaned the day before. All of my children were in school, and I would be downstairs. I would hear children running and laughing upstairs. When I went to go check, no one was there. I went down stairs and on the table was a ladies pinky ring. I knew that it wasn't there earlier. I had asked the children and my husband if they knew where it had come from. No one knew. In my heart, I knew the ring was for me, I have worn this ring for almost 8 years now. Things would disappear and reappear, and we would just blame it on our "Ghost". I have known for along time that I have the ability to "find " ghost. The third experience was when my husband was deployed in Desert Storm. The children and I had just gotten home, to Indiana, to my parents house. I had just put my daughter down for a nap and had been asleep for just alittle while, when I felt as if I was being watched. I sat up, and I saw my grandfather, who had died right before our daughter was born, the year before. He walked over to her crib and then he looked at me, and he said "Everything is going to be fine, Don't worry he'll come home". I had notice that the room had a smell that I had associated with my grandfather. Within 6 months, my husband did come home safely. My last experience happened when we got stationed over seas to Germany. We had spent three years there, and were getting ready to move back to the states. I was cleaning out a closet, and all of the sudden, I was engulfed in the aroma of roses. I had called to my husband, who was in the other room. He laughed, because he thought I had broken a bottle of perfume. The only thing is, I had no perfume in my bedroom or in my closet. A neighbor who lived downstairs, came up, she too smelled the roses. She believed that I was visited by what the Haitians called "The Lady". I am not afraid of my visitors. I only wish that they would stop playing jokes on us, and return the items that they like to "borrow".
My experience is not unusual in any way. It began when my
childrens father comitted sucide back in October the 29 of 1993. I was
3 months pregnant with our little girl, our little boy was 9 months
old. It was really a terrible time in mine and his families life.
About three weeks after we had buried him, I was visting his mother and
it was getting late when I got home. My mother was watching my son, and
I got no more than in my living room when he was standing there right in
front of me and said, "Where have you been?" I started screaming, my
mother runs in and asks whats wrong. I told her and she said I was
dreaming. Not when I am wide awake. You have to believe me, for what I
have told you is true. There has always been something like that happen
to me, as far as I could remember. I wish I knew if I wasn't the only
one to see things. One more example of the stuff that happens to me.
When I was pregnant with my son, I was laying down on my bed on my back
when all of the sudden I felt little hands moving across my stomach,
they were like that of a small child. That really scared me, I had my
eyes shut, I was praying for it to stop. When all of the sudden it
crawled on top of me and laid there for a couple of minutes, I felt its
weight like it was real. Then it rolled off me and crawled in bed
beside me. I laid there for at least 10 minutes trying to get courage
to open my eyes. When I finally did there was nothing there. I ran out
of that room screaming. Eveyone looks at me like I am crazy when I tell
them that, but it is true I swear to it.
It all started when I was about 10 or eleven. This story is very true, by
the way. We had moved into a new house in north-eastern Wisconsin. Let me
explain where my room was. There was a porch, and then the door into our
house. To the left was the kitchen, to the right was the laundry room, and
if you were to go straight when you entered the door, there was a stair
case. It lead to the attic, were my room was. The stair case was not very
long at all, 12 steps to be exact. When you went into the attic, there was
a bathroom if you went straight, my room if you turned left, and to the
right was a living room with a T.V.
One night while I was lying in bed trying to sleep, I heard creeking up
the steps. I thought it was my cat or one of the dogs, so I wasn't scared.
I counted the number of steps I heard. There was twelve. I noticed it
sounded like a person coming up, I remembered every creak the steps made.
I looked at the staircase which I could see from where my bed was. I
notices some sort of dim light from the top step. The lights in the
kitchen were off, and so was the upstairs light. I hid under the blankets,
hoping for it to go away. I listened closely, and heard 12 steps going
down the stairs. Every night from then on, I heard the steps. One night,
after I heard the steps going down the stairs, I got out of bed and looked
at the bottom of the stair case. It was very dark, but I thought I could
see a crumpled figure on the linoleum.
Three years later, we moved into a new house in Indiana. One night my
mother told me that a little boy had died in the house in Wisconsin because
he fell down stairs. She didn't want to tell me when we livd there because
it might frighten me. to this day, I am still very haunted by that
My friend Christy is engaged to this guy named Sean. Sean has lived for
most of his life at his parents' house in Cincinnati, Ohio. Sean's
house is very old and just happens to be in a development that is
situated over an old Indian burial ground.
For as long as Sean can remember, there has been a ghost in the house.
It imitates the voices of people who live in the house. There are many
instances of Sean or his sisters being alone in the house and hearing
one their parents begging for help downstairs, only to go to the parents
aid and discover that parent is not in the house. Sean even recorded it
once while he was recording himself playing drums. In addition, there
is a spirit that follows them and visitors around the house...it is a
tall dark figure wearing a hooded cloak. It has never harmed anyone,
merely made them feel uncomfortable.
About a year ago, Christy made a trip out to Cincinnati to meet Sean's
parents for the first time. He didn't tell her about the house because
he didn't want to spook her. Sean's parents invited her to stay in the
guest room and Christy accepted. The first night of the visit, Christy
was sound asleep when she woke up suddenly and felt something icy slide
over her and felt like something was watching her. She got spooked, and
went over to Sean's room and slide into bed with him and stayed there
the rest of the night. Sean didn't tell her at the time, but the hooded
figure followed her into the room. The same thing happened the next
night and Sean finally told her. She refused to stay in the house
I have a very close friend who lives with her sister, brother-in-law and
their two children in a two-story home that was built in the mid-1800s.
I have been in the house two times, but I haven't experienced the things
She tells me the ghost that lives there does some of the strangest
things. He blows out candles and takes things. Earlier this week
(10-28-98), he took her sister's glasses and hid them. Family members
actually have to ask for them back and the item reappears only after
pleading with the ghost. My friend says her sister placed the glasses in
the kitchen after coming home from work. When she went to get them, they
were gone. They later reappeared, after asking the ghost to return them,
on the floor between two Coke bottles.
She says he also takes plates from the kitchen and hides them and they
later find them in the laundry room or somewhere else in the house.
She thinks someone was killed there many years ago because of a large
blood stain on the wooden floor at the bottom on a staircase that leads
to the second floor. As well, there are bullet holes in a door that have
been patched in a door on the second floor.
But overall, she thinks 'he' is a good ghost.
Pretty cool. But I promised her I would never spend a night in that
My name is Brad, I am 14 years old and live in Houston,TX.
I have experienced many different paranormal activities.On one occasion, I was with my family in San Antonio, where I had a very strange incounter. My cousin,
who was with us at the time, decided he wanted to go down stairs to the arcade.
The arcade was located in the basement of the hotel we were staying at. The
hotel was built in the 1800's and had been the site for many different killings (which I didn't know untill I did my own research on the place). Anyway, when we got down to the arcade room and started playing, we noticed that we were the only
people in the basement at that time. When we ran out of money, we went back up the stairs that we came down. As we were turning the corner to go back up, we noticed a very tall woman in some type of gown standing at the top of the stairs.
By the time we got to the top she was gone. We asked the workers in the lobby
if they saw where the woman had went to and they told us that there wasn't any woman near the stairs to the basement at that time.
This is a ghost story my grandma and grampa told me. My grampa likes to
joke, but my grandma wouldn't lie to me, and I, also, have experienced what
I will tell you in this story, so it is very true.
Let me explain where this story takes place, perhaps it will clarify
things better. We live next to Amacoy Lake, a lake in Bruce WI. It is in
the north-eastern region of WI. Where my granbdparents live is a very
undeveloped area of land, very close to the lake.
One day I asked my grandma if she has ever seen ghosts (this was when I
was about 11). She told me one night in mid-fall, she and grampa were
sitting out on the deck. They noticed sounds that sounded like Indians
wailing. They looked in the window to see if the noises were coming from
the television. They weren't. They noticed lights (such as torches or
fires) coming from the woods by the house. They thought it was an
interesting experience. They told me they weren't afraid, because ghosts
can't hurt you. Next spring, my gramma took me out to the woods where the
lights were seen. We saw some mounds that were probably Indian burial
grounds (maybe not). The man who had previously lived in that area, about
in the 1920's-40's, used that are of woods as a junk yard. I remember from
a very young age when we used to live by my gramma, my dad bringing me down
to the woods. There was a steep hill and a little creek that ran into
Amacoy. We used to go and sit in an old truck from the 30's.
Anyways, there was lots of old bottles and cans in the woods, so gramma
and I did an experiment. We found an old glass bottle, it was kind of
square past the neck. We set it on a stump right in front of the woods.
Gramma and I were the only ones who knew about the bottle, and we had been
cooking in the kitchen. I decided to go and see if anything had happened
to the bottle. When I looked at it, there was a perfect black feather in
it. I left it inside the bottle.
The next day I came back to gramma's. I went and looked at the bottle
again. It was standing on it's neck. I picked it up and tried to stand it
on it's neck again, but it wouldn't balance. These are the only
experiences I've had with the indians, except one time while I was in my
grampa's workshop, I heard them.
This is less of a haunting, and more of a notice that a friend is not
completely gone from me.
Back in May of '97, my husband's (then my fiance) mother died. In April of
that year, on his birthday she had an artery bi-pass surgery of her leg.
Unfortunately, soon after she came home, the site at top of her leg where the
graft started, opened up and bled. That time, she survived. The wound wouldn't
heal, and it had gotten infected. In May, it hemorraged again. This time, it
was so fast that in less than 5 minutes, she could not speak or respond to my
husband next to her. The EMS got there just as I had gotten downstairs. She
started to go into coronary arrest in the ambulance, in front of the house. I
had to drive myself to the hospital. Not too long, we got the word that she
Both of us were in shock. She was only 69. I thought it was so unfair. I loved
her very much and had only known her for about a year. She was always so good
to me, a very good friend and Mother-to-be-Inlaw. It just wasn't fair.
Now, so you know... I am an aetheist. I have a very hard time when loved ones
die, because I don't believe that I will see them again. But everytime
something happens, I kind of look to God for solace. Somehow my faith returns,
if only to get me thru a difficult time, to which I cannot control.
I prayed to her... Hoping she would hear me, if there is a place for those who
have passed on. I asked her to give me a sign, if she was okay and if there is
another "side". One night, I was alone in my bedroom. Since I am an artist, I
thought that making the thank you notes for her funeral would be a good
tribute to her memory. As I was sitting there, I said outloud: "Rose, I'm
making your cards... What do you think of them?" At that moment, I hear a
noise from the stairs that traveled into the room, to the wall next to where I
sat. I didn't feel scared (I'm a scaredy cat by nature), just happy. Then just
as the sound ended, a puff of cold gentle air hit my back. Okay, so I had the
airconditioner on, and that is behind me to my right. So, I sat still waiting
for yet another increase in air movement. Never happened. Now, this house is
very creaky and noisy, but I have never before or since heard the traveling
Well, I had to go to work the next week. While in the car, I asked Rose to
once again give me a sign, that other one wasn't too convincing. I had to be
sure. One of my husband's friends told us a hilarious story about the first
time he met Rose. She was a short 2nd. Generation Italian-American. She was
cooking dinner when he came over. He told us that he went to say hi to her,
when she looked up at him with fish in both hands and said "SCHHHHMELTS?" She
was basically asking if he wanted smelts for dinner. But the friend
exaggerated it in his telling. He told me about that while she was still
alive. While in the car, I noticed that I had not turned on the radio yet.
That is rare, it goes on right after the engine. I turned it on... A D.J. said
SCHHHHMELTS exactly the way the friend did. Then everyone on the station
laughed. I did not catch the ending of a word, it was the start and finish.
They were indeed talking about smelts. That's an odd topic, especially for a
top 40 radio station.
Now, I didn't convert... Tho' I do think more of her as being "alive"
somewhere else. What I don't understand is why this is only with her, and not
with my grandmother who died the year before, or my husband's Father who died
two weeks before our wedding. By the way, my wedding gown is cursed. The day
before Rose died, I bought it and showed it to her. The day I tried it on for
a fitting (After my bridal shower), Joe, my husbands Dad goes into the
hospital - Never to come home again. The day of my husband's bachelor party,
Joe dies in a nursing home, close to my final fitting. Not too long after my
wedding, my dear seamstress who was battling cancer died. That was the last
dress she worked on. I don't believe in curses, but this one takes the cake!
Just so you know... I am hearing a number of bumps that normally don't occur
here, so maybe I'll stop now. I'm starting to get freaked out.
Hello, my name is Bill. I live in a small town in the south were strange things are often seen and heard. I have a story that still puts chills all over me everytime I tell it, and those chills are there now. My story starts when I was five or six, and it involves me and my older brother. We have two older brothers but this story only involved us to an extent. Here goes.... My older brother, Norman, was asked to take the scraps out one night after supper. It was a normal routine for each of us, but on that night, it would change his life forever. He walked outside to empty the scraps, and that's when this whole thing began... When he got to the spot where we dump the scraps, he noticed a pair of green eyes. He didn't pay much attention, considering that we did have dogs and cats, so he continued. After he was done, they were still there, but this time, they were looking up at him with a squint to them. He started calling all of the dogs and cats names, and none of them responded, and that really took him by surprise, especially with it being time for them to eat. He noticed that the eyes was all he could see, and he got scared at that point. As he took a closer look, this thing smiled at him, and at that point, he threw the pot at it and ran back into the house to tell us what had happened. We all laughed and went about our business, but I could tell that he was telling the truth. That was the first, but still not the last of Green Eyes. As the years went bye, things got worse for him. This thing was taking over every part of my brothers life. It would lock doors on him and wake him up in the middle of the night by breathing heavy on his face. As the years went by, I started witnessing these things, like the doors locking and unlocking, the tv turning on and off and changing channels, lights going on and off, etc. One night, I couldn't sleep, so he got on the top bunk with me and told me to go to sleep. It worked until I woke up and looked at him, and his hair was moving like a fan was blowing air in his face. I woke him up and told him what I saw and he just laughed and said that it happens to him all the time. One part of this whole ordeal that will always be in my mind happened when I was about 7. We were all out playing and we made him mad, so he went to our eldest brothers room and went to sleep. When it turned dark, we all went back in to watch tv. My mom, dad, and the rest of us was watching a movie, when he called for me from the bedroom. The tone of his voice let me know that he was scared, bad. He didn't scream at me, it was more like he could barely get it out, you know, like it took all of his effort just to say my name. I was about 30 feet from him, in the living room, and the hall led straight to the room he was in. I was afraid to even look down the hall, and the funny thing was, nobody heard him but me. He asked me again to come in the room, and to hurry. I was scared, but I proceeded down the hall. When I got close to the door opening, I was scared to go on. He said, get in here, it is in front of the bed, I want you to see it. At this point, I was frozen, and as I turned and looked through the door, and cought the expression on his face, I screamed at the top of my lungs. The whole family came down the hall, pushed me out of the way, and by the time they got to him, he was in shock. I'll never forget it, his face was blue from holding his breath, and my dad slapped him in the face to get him to breathe again. Dad looked at us with pure terror in his eyes, he could not believe that something could put this much fear in someone, and he held him all night so that he could sleep knowing that he was ok. Things did get worse, because soon, it all started happening to me. The only time that I ever saw it was in my bedroom. It had large green eyes, and they were squinted. At one point, it would call out your name, when you were alone, even in the daylight. A few years later, he got married and moved into a trailer about 50 yards away. At this point in time he was moving out of his bedroom which was a few years old from an addition. I wanted a new room, but his was one that I really didn't want to be in at all because of the things that were heard and seen by him in there. I did move into it in time. When he moved out, things were fine for about six months for him, the only reason was that this thing turned its intentions on me, and I knew that I was in trouble. The same things that he was hearing, I started hearing. My name was called, lights turned on and off, the tv would turn on and off, even when other people was in the room with me. I would have friends over and they wouldn't even know of the occurences and they would wake me up in terror and ask me about all of these things and I would tell them the story. Many of our family members experienced these things. Soon, it turned it's sights back on him and this time it was stronger. It would actually wake him up and be on top of him. At one point, it told him that it was back, and that it was stronger and that this was it's house and for him to leave. A few years later, enough was enough. They asked a priest to come and bless the house, and he agreed to do so. I remember that day well, because at that point, I had gotten married and had a son, and I lived close to him. He had two kids of his own, which would at times play with a friend that was not there. So he summoned the priest. I stayed at home that day, just to see what would happen. I did not go in, instead, I stayed outside. After they came out, the priest said another prayer and left quickly. Then my brother told me what had happened. The priest had just made it through the door, when he turned to my brother and his wife and said, " Do you feel that?". My brother was scared, although he had lived with this for several years. To see the Priests face turn pale, was overwhelming for him. When they got to the kitchen, the priest stopped, and told them not to move because it was in the room with them. The priest started sweating and praying and told my brother, this is not a spirit, it is the devil himself. He fought with this thing, spiritually, and the room got very cold, and that's when the priest said that it was running to the back room. They all ran to the back room, where the priest cornered it in the left side of the closet. After this was all done, he spoke with my brother and told him that he could not guarantee that the spirit would not come back, but he did say that if it did, it would be twice as bad. Things were fine for about a year, then out of the blue, it was back.Once he was working on the water line under the sink in the kitchen when something started rubbing his back. He thought nothing of it and kept on working. It started again and he thought that it was his wife, so he turned around, and nothing was there, and at that point, he knew that it was back. He ran, and yelled for his wife and found her in the bathroom where she said that she was for about 45 minuts. She didn't hear him screaming until he opened the door. On one occasion, he saw a little girl run through the living room,and vanish into the bedroom, not to be found. If I told you of all of the occurences over the years, It would be book length, but I may add to this story from time to time because he's probably being bothered as we speak. The last time that he said it bothered him was about a month ago when he was sitting at the table with his wife. They were talking, and a glass from on top of the refrigerator was lifted and floated across the room, within inches of them, and placed on the floor in front of the door. They just looked at each other and said " Did you see that?" They have become used to these things happening, and friend and family also experience things while being in their house. Over the years, he has shown me bruises on his arms, throat and legs, where it has grabbed him, and one night it picked him up by the ankles and dangled him over his wife until she woke up and he fell on top of her. After all of these years of evil that he has seen, it has slowly taken over his life, although he refuses to believe that. For the past few years, he has turned evil himself, disowning his family, picking fights over nothing, and lashing out at everyone over simple things. I love my brother, and I know that this thing has a hold on him and is taking control. Well, that's the end for now, but rest assured I will tell you more because I know that this thing is not going away. There are several things left out of this story because It is quite long anyways, but If you want to know more, please E-mail me. For all of you out there who are laughed at when you tell your story, just remember that there are people out there just like you and me who know the truth and the truth is that there is something else out there, there are things that can't be explained, and people like us that see and hear things all the time. We are not crazy, we have just been chosen to see and hear these things to let people know that they are there, and that they are not going away anytime soon.......
hi my name is donnie. i've had two experiences in my life so far. the first
one happend when i was abought 14. i was laying on my bed in my bed room i
was taking a nap. it was abought noon my mom hollerd to me it was lunch
time. i woke up set on the edge of my bed set there for a few minuets i
looked up to see my gradpa looking at me. the thing of it is that my grandpa
past away 3 years before. i wasnt scared or nothing. he looked at me and was
smiling. i looked at him for abought 2 minutes and felt peace and warmth.
the second experience i had was about 4 months ago. my mom
pasted away in 97 and we were really close. me and my wife and kids moved in to
my parents house to help my dad with my mom when she was sick. she pasted
away. one morning i was feeling down and was missing her i started smelling
a real strong fragrance. i felt at peace, it was the perfume my mom used to
wear. it lasted for about 2 minutes and then it disappeared.
In 1992, my daughter (who was pregnant), her boyfriend and their 3-year
old daughter moved into a beautiful old apartment house in town. The
house was one of the first built in the early 1800's in that area. It
had once been a luxurious private home, a private children's boarding
school and last converted to an apartment house with 12 units. Inside
the apartment, walls had been plastered over where open staircases had
once gone upstairs and to the basement.
Things went well there for the family until shortly after the birth of
the new baby. One night Theresa, Erika (3-year old), the baby and
Theresa's friend Karen were at the apartment watching TV and talking.
The baby was in the bedroom asleep and Erika sat on the floor in front
of the TV. The girls heard the baby let out a terrible scream as if she
were in pain and they both ran to the bedroom. When they picked up the
baby she had a bite marked on her cheek the size of a small child's
mouth. They checked the closet, the kitchen and the doors were all
locked. Later the bite marked turned black and blue (I saw this with my
own eyes). We knew that no matter what Erika could not have done this
for she was missing her top two teeth and the marks showed a full set.
Within a few days Erika seemed to have made the aquaintance of an
imaginery friend. She would play for hours in the bedroom, talking and
singing and sometimes arguing over toys with her friend. Her mommy
asked her who her friend was and she said "Marci". We all thought it
was cute until.....Marci didn't like to share toys and she would pull
out clumps of Erika's hair. This would happen as her mommy watched.
Erika would be arguing over toys, saying "No, you can't have it" when
all of a sudden she would scream and put her hand on her head. Theresa
would look and big clumps of her hair would have been pulled out.
This became very eerie, Marci would play with toys and books, I mean to
say throw them at people and move them from one end of the room to the
other while many people watched. It also seems that Marci had a little
brother with her. The only time the apparitions were seen was by T's
boyfriend who absolutely did not believe in ghosts. One night he was
watching tv while he laid on the couch, he looked at the hallway and saw
a little girl with long brown hair in braids and a dress with the waist
about hip level (circa 1920's) and guess what, her little brother was
standing at her side. The next day he told T it was a dream she said
"okay then, what was on tv?" He told her, we looked it up and sure
enough, he was not asleep. That very day he said "There's no such thing
as ghosts" as soon as this was out of his mouth he was viciously
scratched across his forearm while others in the room watched. He was
also the target of books and other items thrown at him constantly.
My older daughter and I questioned Erika about Marci. We thought maybe
she had heard that name somewhere and liked it, but that was not the
case, she'd had limited contact with other children except her cousin
who is a boy. We asked her how old Marci was and she said "She used to
be 6". Then we asked her if Marci went to school, she said "She used to
but she can't anymore" her tone was very sad. It raised goosebumps on
our arms. We asked her whose house it was and she said "It's her
grandma's house" we asked about her parents and she said" They're dead".
We told her to tell Marci and her brother to go find their mommy and
their daddy and she said "She can't find em". This whole questioning was
in itself strange because Erika was not a very outspoken child and was
never subject to imagination, not even a little.
One day T. was folding laundry and Erika came in crying her heart out,
her mommy said "What's wrong?" She said " Come quick, mommy, Marci's in
the closet and she can't get out, please let her out she's crying" T.
went and looked and the closet door was closed, normally it was always
ajar slightly (old house-latches didn't work well). It seems T. had
used her rear end to push the door shut tight with her armful of clothes
and had shut Marci in. T. told her "sorry but Marci's going to have to
stay there". Things were really quiet until a few days later the closet
was open and once again Marci was at her old stuff. She pulled a
telephone cord while T. was talking to me until she almost fell out of
Theresa and her family moved out after several months of this, her
friends mother had contacted Unsolved Mysteries and they wanted to come
out but she was not staying there. She gave them her landlord's number
(who was very interested in this by the way).
Also they experienced noises such as pots & pans being washed (clanging)
in the basement. The basement was sealed off by the landlord. It's
seems the boarding school's cafeteria was in the basement. The other
apartments heard loud parties coming out of T's apartment late at night
while they were in bed asleep.
I have been told that I am somewhat psychic and I always felt these
children were in that closet when there was a fire and died together. I
also felt the year 1923 (hence the dress-sighting happened after I came
up with the date) I also felt her full first name was Marcianna with an
Italian last name. I also felt they were buried in the cemetary about 1
1/2 blocks from the house-We've been too chicken to check but we will
someday. Well early this year this entire house was consumed by fire no
cause was ever found and now there are 3 empty city lots where it once
Very scary!!! Erika has not had an imaginary friend since.
If anyone would like to contact me they may.
when i lived at my parents current house, my bedroom was in the attic. my mom often would sneak up the stairs and try to scare me with the good, old "boo!". well, one evening i was in bed reading when i heard someone coming up the stairs..not wanting to let mom get the best of me, i told her that i had heard her and to just come on up. i looked up from my book to see a little girl w/long blond hair peeking around the edge of the stairs. i figured that my eyes were playing tricks on me, and called again to my mom.. but she wasnt on the stairs. well, the next morning at breakfast i told my parents my little story, and they were freaked. i guess for almost a week they had been hearing the voice of a little girl in the house and didnt want to tell me. every so often i would still hear the stairs squeeking as if there was someone on them and an occasional voice every so often, but no one in the house has ever seen the little girl again.
i feel stupid telling this story because i was inbetween 8-14 when these things occured and i guess i could just have an over active imagination. well, anyways, when i was about 8 year old i first saw our lady in white(different house than w/little girl). i woke up one night and had the urge to look over the side of my bed. well, there she was, all in white, except for where her eyes were. i felt no fear and just layed back down. a few minutes later i looked again and she was still there, but laying with her head at the opposite end of the bed..eg. her feet were now by my head. i laid back down, looked again she was gone. every so often i'd see her, as i got older i did start to get a little bit scared. i have a feeling that she was a sad spirit. if you looked into our bathroom mirror you could see out into the hallway and into my bedroom. it got to where i wouldnt look into the mirror w/the bathroom door open. believe it or not you could actually see a woman, in white, fleeing the bedroom, looking like she was crying...very upset. we also had a little dog or cat, a small brownish black blur that would run into the kitchen every so often. we moved before my 15 birthday to the house that has the little girl. about three years ago i got a job at city hall and looked up the histories on both houses.. i didnt turn up anything on the little girl, but the house w/the woman was on market for 4 years before my parents bought it and it had a few short term owners before that.
now this next one is about my ticked off great grandfather.. never met nor saw the man. i guess when he died he asked to have a catholic burial...well, his then wife went against his wishes and buried him w/out a catholic blessing. for 2 or 3 days he "showed up" at my grandma's house (his daughter). he kept say "why did you let her do it, irene" i guess a few of my aunts and an uncle might have saw this as well. fed up w/her father had a catholic priest bless his grave and she never saw him again. i've got a few more, but i'm at work and have to do just that.
I just sent you info on the Old Kelley
house in Houston,Tx. I used to rent there with 4 other people. It is a 3
story, turn of the century house built by Mr. Kelley. He owned Kelley
Lumber company and used his lumber to build the house. The rent house goes
for about $2,300 to $2,000 a month as of current.
It has a long history of hauntings that started right after Mrs. Kelley
committed suicide. We found out about this info by accident which I will
I was the first to experience the haunting. I just moved in and had a
friend over. The front window blinds at the entrance slammed shut and
closed by themselves. It scared my friend so bad ..he ran out of the house
without saying goodbye! I shared the house with 4 other adults. Two of
them,ladies, were amatuer mediums. Just local pychic fairs and healing
centers was their occupation. We overlooked the house together before we
rented. Upstairs in the masterbathroom is a set of old french windows above
the sinks. It has a crank to open the windows. Two of us tried to open it
but it was weathered and painted shut. We forced it and it would not budge.
That year the hard freeze came early and our first evidence to share
together of the haunting became known. All five adults and two children
were accounted for. Matt, one of the roommates came down from taking a
shower and asked was there any reason for us having the other bathroom
windows open. Sandy and I looked at each other with raised eyebrows with
disbelief. We asked Matt again to be sure we heard him right. We
invistigated. Sure enough when we got to the top of the stairs you can feel
the cold winds blowing. As we enter the bathroom..Sandy and I stood shocked
to see the french windows fully opened. We debated the issue in our
heads...but there is no way Matt himself could open those french windows by
himself...even if he was on steroids. I tried to reel in the window using
the crank. It was rusty and hard to close..I had to use tools to shut it.
That moment on we all knew we had a problem on our hands.
Few weeks later, Sandy wanted to use the house as a gathering of friends to
share vegetarian meals. Her ambition expanded to the public. For public
relations she wanted to write something about the house...but steered away
from haunting stories. She struggled with different concepts. But succumbed
to telling the story of a couple and their tragic love for each other. The
story is about a recently engaged, mischief young lady that plays a
practical joke on her fiance at their engagement party. From the upstairs
balcony she pours water on her beau down below. This enraged him and
scolded her with fever.
Shocked and dismayed she bursted out in tears and ran to the other side of
the house to the porch on the second floor. Heart broken and drunken with
wine with misery she hangs herself.
It wasn't until violent weather did the secrects come out. On October 13,
1993 a tornado paid us a visit.
It was all over the nation and CNN. It was unheard of a tornado touching
down near a large downtown area...especially in Houston. The tornado struct
our neighbors next door and apartment building across the street. Because
of our national cover and Sandy's interview with news reporters being
broadcast over the nation...it prompted a old resident to pay us a visit.
The Granddaughter of Mr. and Mrs. Kelley came by to see if we were all
right and wanted to share pictures and story about the house. But we wanted
to ask her questions too..without sounding like nuts.
We already had a couple of occurences of the hauntings since then. We
decided to minipulate her in going upstairs to the upstair masterbathroom.
There we unfolded to her the news about the house and it's little gifts.
She hesitated on entering the bathroom..which raised question in our minds.
We told her about the windows and suddenly she started to get very nervous.
She finally told us the house was in fact haunted. It was in that very room
she found her grandmother hanging from the ceiling. The room used to be a
screened in porch overlooking her grandmother's garden. She was over rotten
with pain in her knees so much so she couldn't garden anymore. It crippled
her to where she was using a wheel chair and had a elevator installed. She
couldn't take it no more..and took her life. Margaret one of the other
roommates always complained about her knees. I started to have problems
myself. She told us about their dog which is buried out back near the pool.
The granddaughter heard scratching noises when she was a little girl at the
back door. The dog had been dead for years. She would hear a cabinet open
and shut when the scratching sound occured. Then the sounds would stop. She
says of seeing a apparition of her grandmother in the garden was too much
to bear and never stepped foot in the house again till that day.
I would be more than glad one day to show you the house. Many people that
lived in the house had shared similiar stories and are still around the
nieghborhood. Drop a word or two.
we moved to corpus christi in 1978. we bought a house that was
supposedly built around ww2. at the time it was my parents(divorced but
still together) and us 3 younger sons. the house is pretty big, 4
bedrooms, 2 baths o a large lot. we didn't move in right away. we looked
at the house first. it was eerie in that the detached garage had lots of
animal horns and skulls nailed to the eaves of it. i supposed the former
owners were hunters. the garage was immediately a place that made me
uneasy(to this day). the house itself was empty and clean except for a
front room that was the only one carpeted and also had stuff that was
left behind, mostly old audio visual equipment. this room also made me
uneasy immediately, even though it would be my room at one time. when we
moved in the garage was cleaned out, there was stuff in there too, junk
and an old freezer. and the animal skulls were gone too, except for the
odd skull pieces found later in the yard. when we got there my mom did
this old mexican wives tale thing of sprinkling salt around the house to
be swept out later with any "bad" spirits, it never got swept out, the
humidity melted it. anyway, we were in there for a time when i started
to hear voices that sounded like 2 women whispering in conversation. it
was always at night and when i would try to find the source it would
move to another part of the house. one night while trying to find the
source i ran into my mom who asked me what i was doing. i told her of
the voices and she said she heard them too, but she thought they were
not going to hurt us. i accepted this and never heard them again. my mom
left my dad again and then it was me and my 2 brothers and my dad in the
house. since i was the only mature one, i kinda raised my other brothers
and this meant being at home alone at various times of the day. like i
said nothing ever seemed to stick out in my mind supernatural wise.
although the front room(with the carpet) and the garage always made me
uncomfortable. I lived there from 1978to 1983 when i graduated from high
school. i moved to cal. with my mom. eventually my brothers followed me
here. before the last brother moved here my grandfather died. he was my
dads dad and we never met him. he lived in the Philippines. my brother
said that some weird things were happening in the house and that at one
point my dad said it was our grandfather. my brother only said that
lights were going off and on by themselves. by the time summer came the
last brother and in cal. and it was time for my annual texas vacation. i
was thinking about what my brother said but was unprepared for what
happened that summer. my sister had moved to texas in 1980. this has
bearing later in my story. i got too the house and immediately felt
uneasy, i have been back every summer since leaving,this year was
1988,87? so its not like i was gone for a long time. the house seemed
abondoned and things started off quickly. the first morning there my dad
woke me up to say he was going to work and to show me which keys to use
for house and cars. fine, off he went and into the bathroom i went.
when i came out(it was still dark) different sets of lights were either
on or off(the kitchen lights were on and the bedroom lights were now
off)i quickly jumped into bed thinking i was imagining things. when i
woke i grabbed the keys i needed and put them on the living room coffee
table. i then took a shower and got ready for my day. when i went to
retrieve the keys they were gone!!!!! i nearly went insane looking for
them tracing my steps over and over and even looking under the sofa
cushions. to no avail, i never found the keys.(my dad found them a
couple of years later, after he had cleared some blackberry bushes in
the back year, the keys were above ground but in the thickest part, have
you seen the thorns on blackberries? he blamed it on the dog(no the dog
was not in the house and had no access inside and if he had put them in
the bush he woulda had bad scratches i would think) after that and the
lights i had my 6 year old nephew stay with me in the house where he
repeated stories of the lights and how my dad said it was "great
grandpa". the next day brought more lights going off and on mostly when
you turned your head. that was it. i stayed with my sister until the
last night of my visit. i went back so my dad wouldn't feel bad that i
didn't stay there. he knew that i was afraid. well i didn't sleep well.
when i finally got to sleep i was rudely awakened by my dads truck horn.
it was going off in the middle of the night!! i woke my dad up and asked
if he had an alarm on the truck and he said no, we went out to the truck
and it was locked and still blaring. we had to disconnect the battery.
after that i hardly slept. the next morning we reconnected the battery
and no horn. i flew home to cal. where for years i tried to figure out
what went on that summer. no i have never been back to the house, 'cept
for a drive by. finally i asked the brother who was there last about his
last days there and he told me one night he woke up to see three dark or
black figures standing over his bed. he said he covered his head and
prayed that god help him. he woke up the next day and never spent the
night there again. but he went back last year and spent the night there
and said nothing happened. but what happened to me i felt was not the
actions of the "talking women" but something as you put it evil and not
ever human. but i felt it was aware of me. anyway since the talking
women spirits i feel if i concentrate i can sense "things" but that time
has dulled my sense. i have lived in two distinctly haunted places
since, my current one the 2nd. but if this story is worthy to you i will
tell you about the others(which were not as intense as my dads house).
thanks for the space.
This story is a true story that happened to me! It is one of many and I
mean MANY stories that happened to me that involve
It started one night, I was spending the night at my grandma's house,
in the spare bedroom. She has 2 spare bedrooms, one is
mine, and one is my older sister Tammy's. I used to sleep in my room,
but after that incident that happened about a year ago
(no, no one died or anything, the room just went wacko from the
presence of a spirit when me and my friend Dannen were in
it), I haven't gone in there since! So now I stay in my sisters
room, since she doesn't visit as much as I do.
I was lying down, looking at the white ceiling, like I always do when
I can't sleep, and all of a sudden, I saw a black shadow
coming up from the bottom of my eyes! It slowly covered my whole
vision, and turned it black! It was holding my head down
so I couldn't move! I got so scared, that I swung my hand at it! And
it was just like swinging at smoke, it just separated, and
then moved back together. Then, it formed into a hand and it curved to
the left. Then it looked at me with glowing red eyes,
and then flew away! The next time I met the black figure was when I
was at home, I was having a sleep over with my friend
Sarah in the basement. We were both on the pull-out-couch, across the
room from the bar. She turned and looked over and
saw the black figure, staring at her, with glowing red eyes, leaning up
against the bar, right in front of her bag. She slept facing
the other way for the rest of the night. Again, I had a sleepover with
Sarah, in the basement. This time I saw it! It came through
the roof, right above me, with it's arms and legs strait out to its
side, as if it was in the shape of a star. When it popped through
the roof I could see some smoke come from around it's body. What is
this thing? Why is it following me? What does it want?
Will it hurt me? And then slowly, it lowered it's self down towards me.
I was so frightened! I didn't want to tell Sarah, because
she might get scared, so I just pressed my head into the bed, trying to
stay away! I was right in my sleeping bag, so I couldn't
swat at it again. And then Sarah leaned over and asked, "what are you
doing?" then I told her, "that thing is right above me!"
and she looked around me, and saw nothing. "There's nothing there
Tricia!" And I thought, how could she not see this? It's right
there! How can she not see this? and then I said "it's right here!!!
It's right above me!" She then tried to prove that there was
nothing there, and waved her hand over top of me. Just as she did that,
the figure jumped up and spread it's arms and legs again
and just popped through the roof. That was the last time I saw that
figure. I have many other stories, most of them I am going to
submit to this page. If you have any questions, or if you want to
talk to me about spirits, ghosts, or angels, e-mail me. I am
constantly researching at the library and the net. If you want to
talk to me or tell me your story, just e-mail me.