by name withheld by request
These are stories I have heard from my father and my grandparents. My
grandparents live in a farm house that was built in the 40s.
Supposedly, an old man and a woman died in the house. My dad and his
four brothers had many experiences growing up in that house. Here are a
few of them that I have heard. At the top of the stairs to the second
floor is a room right to the right that had a bed. One of my dad's
brothers was sleeping in there one night when they were young and he
heard footsteps walk up the stairs and around his bed. No one was
there. Then something started pulling at his toes. He left the bed in
a hurry and has never slept there again. My dad has two brothers who
are identical twins and there were both in the service. At one vacation
time, they brought a friend home with them to stay. The guy woke up in
the middle of the night and said he saw things in the room and he left
to never come back. My dad was very reluctant to tell me some of the
things that happened to him. My grandmother even said she had to put
him in a cold bath one night to calm him down. He won't till this day
tell us what happened then, but he told me other stuff. There were two
other bedrooms upstairs besides the room to the right of the stairs. He
was sleeping in one of them one night when he woke up to a figure of a
white woman standing beside his bed. He said he didn't feel scared at
all and just rolled over and went back to sleep. Another time he was
downstairs in the kitchen watching the dinner that was being cooked.
Everyone else was outside doing chores. He said he had the strongest
feeling that someone in the back room on that floor and was making their
way towards the kitchen. He ran outside and refused to go back in by
himself. All those things happened back when my dad was young, in the
sixties. Stuff has happened recently also. My grandmother will be in
the basement doing laundry and hear footsteps on the floor above her
when she knows no one is home. One night, my grandparents woke up to a
loud crash. They went into the living room and the 36 inch tv was on
the floor. This tv sits in an entertainment center in its own space and
for it to fall out, the whole huge entertainment center would have had
to been tipped over. They checked the whole house to make sure the
windows were locked and doors were locked and they were. Only one of
the knobs was broken on the tv. My grandmother also says she catches
glimpses of a man walking in and out of rooms sometimes. Another spooky
thing that has happened actually didn't happen in the house. The farm
is in Spotsylvania County, Virginia where many civil war battles took
place. We have found many remnants of that while digging around the
property. One day, my dad said he was in one of the fields when the
sounds of a battle faded in to where he could here the shots and yells.
He could see nothing and it was a bright sunny day. He stood there and
listened to them and then the noises slowly faded away. Needless to
say, I will not spend the night in that house. I hope one day to find
out exactly what happened in that house. Thank you for letting me tell my story.
I have been a big fan of your website for a while!
by name withheld by request
When I was a young girl, my grandmother would entertain me with stories
of her childhood. She told she was physic and had had many physic and
paranormal experiences including out of body traveling.
She had very old fashioned beliefs. She didn't believe in many modern
day conveniences, financial institutions and safety deposit boxes was
not one of them. When I was about 10 years old, she took me back in her
den, into a walk-in closet and told me she had something she wanted to
show me. She proceeded to lift the carpet and pull up on a piece of
wood which was a part of the floor. Revealed under the floor was a
chest of some sort, (it kind of looked like a treasure chest). She
pulled it up from the ground and opened it. In it, was every piece of
expensive jewelry she owned, rare coins, rare (confederate) money, and
her life savings in cash. She tried to impress upon me how important it
was that I remember this day and what she had to tell me. She said I
would be the only person besides herself that would ever know about it,
because I was the only one she could trust with this information. And,
that when she died, I was to retrieve it. At ten years old, I was very
intrigued, but that was all. I was not old enough to appreciate the
importance of what I was seeing and definitely not old enough to
understand the value of what I saw. It was never mentioned of or spoken
Seventeen years later, my grandmother died of natural causes. I was
living in Kentucky with a family of my own. I flew back to California
for the funeral. The next day my mother an I were walking through her
house cleaning things up and gathering personal effects that we wanted
out of the house. I was to catch a plane that afternoon back to
Kentucky. The house was going to be put up for sale within a few days,
and I knew I would never see the house again.
I had long since forgotten about the secret hiding place and the
valuables that my grandmother had hidden in the closet. I was
daydreaming and thinking of old times as I made my last walk-through of
the house. As I walked past THE closet, something or someone, grabbed
me from behind (one hand on each shoulder and jerked me to a complete
standstill. Then my body was turned (forcefully) towards the door to
the closet. At that moment, an overpowering fragrance of my
grandmothers perfume invaded the air. I don't think, I KNOW my
grandmother was there!! It was then, that I remembered that day
seventeen years ago. The memory was so strong, and so real, it was like
it had just happened the day before. I called to my mom and told her to
help me. We pulled up the carpet, and the wooden floor and just like 17
years ago, the chest was in the exact same place. We pulled up the
chest and opened it, and we found everything that my grandmother
considered of value. Cash, jewelry, bonds, rare coins and other
Later, we figured the value of the contents to be over $20,000.00
dollars. If I hadn't experienced the entity that stopped me in my
tracks, the house would have been sold with the chest still in it, and
either one of two things would have happened: The new owners would have
stumbled upon a great treasure, or it would have stayed buried
underground for all time.
Do I believe in ghosts? What do you think?
Added Note: Two months later after returning to Kentucky, I was driving
to the store, and my 2 year old daughter asked me "Did my great
grandmother die"? (Because of her age, I had chosen NOT to tell her), I
was shocked that she even knew what "dead" meant. I answered "Yes
honey, she died and went to heaven. Who told you that she died?". Her
answer really spooked me. She replied, "She did. I talk to her all the
When I was living in South Carolina, as a student at the University, I
made friends with my roommate's friend. His girlfriend had committed
suicide several months before and a close friend of my brother's had as
well, so I understood what he was feeling. He invited me to his house,
which he used to share with his girlfriend. THe house was adjacent to
the main house where his parents lived. His mom was cooking an elaborate
meal and while it was being prepared, he asked me if I wanted to take a
look at his house, which he had built. So we went over. It was dusk. He
took me on a tour of the house and we made our way to his bedroom. At
this point, the phone rang so he excused himself. The room wasn't well
lit and there was only some light coming in from the hall. I suddenly
felt cold and like there was someone standing behind me. I called out to
my friend, thinking he was playing a joke on me. I felt this presence
really strong. I don't know why but I assumed it was her. I'd never met
her before. I told her that it was okay, I was not out to take her
boyfriend. We were only friends. Then I wandered around the place and
for some reason stopped at a little room and was stuck in the doorway,
facing the closet. My friend had finished his phone call and came over
to me and asked why I was just standing there. I said I had no idea. He
asked me, "Do you know you're standing right next to where she shot
herself?" It was very spooky. He took out a bunch of pictures and
letters from her. She was so beautiful and I felt so sad. I felt like
she was also there with us but instead of feeling cold, it felt like she
was just sitting nearby and listening. No animosity.
About 4 years ago, my friends and i went to this abandoned place called
Seaview to skip out on our morning classes. ( i was 15 at the time ) Seaview
was a tuberculosis hospital many years ago and now just sits there. i could
feel that many people suffered and were neglected there and the place just
spooked me. my friends and i just hung out, we walked around in one of the
buildings, and found a place to sit and hang out. the next morning i woke up
for school, and as i was walking down the hall to my bedroom, i turned around,
i don't know why, i just did. standing at the end of the hallway was a figure
that looked like the grim reeper. it was dressed in black, and had a hood
over it's face. i couldn't see it's face, and it seemed to be floating over
the ground a bit. i turned away, and it was gone. the same day, i was
walking home from school, and across the street there was a church. i looked
across the street to the parish house ( the house where the priests live )
and there was the same figure standing in front of the door with his arms
streched out. i turned away, and again it was gone. i never went into
Seaview again. do you blame me? i don't know what it was i saw, or why i saw
it, for my friends didn't see anything. although, i told a co-worker and my
uncle about my experience and they saw the same thing. the only difference is
they were at Seaview at night, and i wasn't . they also saw the figure at
Seaview. never outside of it. if anyone knows what it was or why i saw it, i
would sure like to know.
I know you probably get alot of hoaxes and stories that never happened sent to
you each day but what I am about to tell you is the honest to gods truth. Some
events I shall tell you about have been witness by more than one person on
several occasions. It seems alot of them happened while I was around. Perhaps
there is some link between myself and these things. I really dont remember the
exact order each of these incidents happend but I placed them in the best
chronological order I could. Well here goes.....
We have lived in our house for about 13 years now. I dont wish to tell you the
address and or city we live in but I'll tell you this much. We live in the
Downriver Area of Michigan. I dont know the history of the land this house is
built on or the history of the house itself. I am 23 years old and together
with my mom, two brothers, and freinds we have compiled a list of things that
happened. I'll use thier real names beacuse I do not feel that we have
anything to hide from you. But if you decide to publish these stories on your
page would you be so kind as to change the names of each of us? Thank you
The first event that was witnessed and or noticed in the house happened in
December of 1986. It was two weeks after the death of my nephew R.J. My mom
was on her way up to the upstairs bedroom where her and my father slept. My
father worked midnights at GM at the time. As she walked up the stairs a
blueish white mist suddenly appeared before her on the stairway and continued
to float in front of her as she walked up the stairs. I myself didnt hear of
this event till a few years ago.She said the event scared her at first but
then calmed her when she realized it wouldnt hurt her.
The next event has been seen by just about every member of my family save my
father. But then again he wont admit anything about this house except
that...in his own words mind you. "I dont trust this house." But onto the
event. Late at night on several evenings one of us had noticed a figure out of
the corner of our eyes walk from our kitchen across the dinningroom and into
the bathroom. The bathroom light would come on and the door would close so we
naturally thought it was one of our family members going to the bathroom. But
later on when nobody came out we would go check and see if they were ok and
find the bathroom light off and nobody in there.
The next event I can recall hearing about from my mother was about a large
puff of smoke eminated from the TV. while her and my oldest brother Chester
sat watching TV late at night. The TV didnt malfunction or blow. It stayed on
the whole time. Needless to say this event scared them both pretty good.
A few months after these other events from what my mom tells me. The light in
the kitchen above the sink had a plastic cover on it that would suddenly fly
off the light and land in the center of the kitchen. We would go to sleep at
night and the next day find the light cover laying on the floor.
This next one happend years ago when I was still a little kid. I'm 23 now. Me
and my two brothers. Herb and Kenneth were playing in our basement one night
when I decided I was going to walk into one of the backrooms of the basement
our parents kept as our toy room and get some Toys. As I approached the
backroom someone ran past me. I felt the wind of the person running past. And
I also remember exactly what the person was wearing. Blue Jeans and a white t-
shirt. After I ran and got help we searched the basement to find nobody there.
I didnt go into the basement for at least a month after that unless someone
else was with me.
The next event I will admit has scared me on many occasions because I cannot
explain it and at least 4 other people have seen the same thing. Late at night
in the upstairs closet a green eye has been seen by myself, my freind Kevin,
my brother Kenny, my freind Jeff...and just as I was writting you this my mom
told me that my brother Chester had admitting to seeing the eye years ago.
Nobody had ever told him that we had seen the eye either. To tell the
truth...none of us ever admitted to seeing the eye until Jeff said he saw it
one night after a saence.
Another strange thing that has happened was with Kenny's radio. He claims that
one several occasions while he laid in bed waiting to fall asleep that his
radio would change stations by itself.
This next event has happened many many times since we have moved into this
house but seems to happen more and more recently. Everyone in the family has
heard this strange and LOUD knock echo through the house. its just one knock
but none of us can say exactly where it comes from. Some say it came from the
upstairs bedroom door...others say it comes from the basement door. All I know
is that its not the house settling.
This next event has happened to myself, my brother kenny and my mom. Not until
the time of this writting did my mother admit that it happened to her as well.
While sleeping each of us has suddenly been jolted awake by the feeling of
someone holding us down. this feeling paralyzed us to the point we couldnt
move let alone scream. I myself couldnt even open my eyes. I thought I was
dying. then suddenly the feeling left as quick as it came. It happened to me
two times and my mother twice.
The next few events that I'll tell you about have happened in the last two
One night while myself and my freind Jeff were in the upstairs bedroom talking
to each other across the room while we tried to go to sleep something strange
happened. I sat up to say something to him about something...and out of the
corner of my eye I seen this white light. So I turned my head figuring it was
my imagination. Needless to say it wasnt....there right in front of my eyes
was the ball of bright white light flying wildly around the front room in the
upstairs bedroom. I dont know how long it stayed there flying because I jumped
back on the bed then ran for my life. It frightened me that much. I must say
this event is what trully made me believe in the supernatural.
Another event that happened also happened in the upstairs bedroom. One night
as myself and my older brother herb layed in our beds trying to sleep. I heard
two voices talking and seen the shadows of someone walking past the closet
door (the closet light was on at the time that is how I seen the shadows) and
I heard them say "Shh your going to wake him up" After hearing this I thought
my brother and his freind Rob who was staying the night were sneaking around
our room. So I went downstairs after my eyes adjusted better and confronted
them. They were all the way down in the basement playing. Neither would admit
that it was them. But I definatly heard something though I never heard anyone
walk back down the stairs or open the door at the bottom of the stairs.
The next event happened during the week my parents and brothers were out of
town leaving me with the house by myself so I called my freind Kevin over to
stay with me and was witnessed by him. Kevin as he layed in the upstairs
bedroom. From what he tells me he had just layed down in one of the beds and
was ready to go to sleep. After he closed his eyes he heard a strange noise.
When he opened his eyes he seen a figure at the foot of the bed. He couldnt
tell me what it looked like, if it was a man or a woman or anything. he could
only refer to it as a shadow. As he layed there startled he said *IT* began to
groan and moan like it was talkign to him and suddenly thigns began flying
across the room. I was downstairs at the time and the only thing I heard was
him running down the stairs yelling profanities. When I went to investigate.
Nothing was out of place and the shadwy figure was gone.
A day later me and Kevin were sitting in my livingroom around 4am when out of
nowhere this ungodly groaning noise eminated from the kitchen. It lasted a
good 30 seconds. long enough for it to startle us and for us to look at each
other to see if we both heard the same thing. Seconds later we were both out
of the house and down the street at the church on the corner.
The next events took place during a 42 hour period but the stories are linked
together. I decided one night that me and my freinds should hold a saence.
(stupid me) so I called a bunch of them over and we went into the upstairs
bedroom. The group consisted of myself, Kevin, Kenny, Jeff, Richard, and a
freind from my work named Ed. While conducting the saence we asked for a sign
if anyone or anything was listening to us. Suddenly my freind jeff screams out
"Ohhhh my god. The closet light just turned on by itself!!!" We all jumped up
and turned the lights on and low and behold the closet light was turned on
somehow. That same night was the time Jeff witnessed the Green eye in the
Closet through a hole I had recently punched int he wall that enclosed the
closet from the stairway. The next night...the upstairs bedroom caught fire.
The firedepartment claims it was a cigarette that caused the fire. but the
only people that had stayed the night before the fire was myself and Richard
in the upstairs. Neither of us had smoked before we went to bed and we both
got up early and left the house the next morening to go job hunting. Later the
next day around 10pm is when we came home and approximatly 5 minutes later
noticed the smoke. Nobody had been in the upstairs that whole day.
The next event was also just told to me as I write this letter. it is the only
event that my father will admit that he has seen. Lately he claims that while
he lays in his bedroom trying to sleep that the touchlamp on teh desk near the
bed turns on and off by itself. Strange.
The next three events All happened just last night. I had just went upstairs
to go to bed. As I layed down and closed my eyes I heard a faint sound as if
it were someone whispering something. So I sat up and turned the light on and
nobody was there. But I had this eerie feeling I was being watched so I came
downstairs and told my brother kenny about it. He went upstairs to check and
see if he would hear anything but didnt. The next part scared him so bad that
he ran down the stairs and almost ran through the front door. He says that as
he got to the landing in the middle of the upstairs stairway...both lights in
the upstairs bedroom turned off by themselves. I never thought about it till
now but I do recall the lights up there being on then going back up there a
few minutes later to find them turned off.
That is the extent of what we can remember at this time. I swear to you that
all the events that I witnessed myself are TRUE. This house scares me at
sometimes. But at other times I always get this very strange sence of calm.
Its weird. Well. I shall not take up any more of your time. I just thought you
would like to hear our experiences. Thank you for your time and patience
My house has been noted as being haunted by a few of my town's citizens
for the past 20 years , although i am quite sure it has been haunted longer
than that. I purchased it about eight years ago when the granddaughter of the
original owner past away. THree days later my youngest daughter came in the
room frightened saying a woman in a long blue dress was standing at the foot
of her sister's bed. I passed this off at the time thinking she was probably
dreaming or in a half sleep state. All that changed this year. She still
told me stories about feeling something in the house. I became so worried for
her that I actually prayed that if there were ghosts in the house that God
would let me see them so she would not be held in regard as a crazy or weird
person for feeling that presence. Two days later, I encountered my first
ghost in the house. It was a dark haired man, about average height . He was
standing at my bed as I slept. When I awoke hee stayed there for about ten
seconds and then vanished. I could tell he meant no harm, but I was naturally
terrified and began to understand why kim was so afraid. Just the thought of
that presence coming and going is very disturbing. Just two months ago I saw
my second ghost. This one was in the living room at the entrance to my
bedroom. He had possibly been there for some time. I had been babysitting my
two grandchildren that evening and it was about 12:20. I had fallen aseep
and my oldest grandchild was on a floor cushion under a blanket asleep. If
that had not been a ghost, it would have walked right over him. It (the
ghost) was terrified of me. Funny after I mentioned being terrified of it. It
fought at the room divider trying to get away quickly. I feel the presence of
these ghosts at least 3 times a week.... I feel they are a real part of ourr
world. Even the bible speaks of them. Sometimes they just want to return to
that place they grew familiar with.
Our father was just like Carol O'Conner's character in "All in the Family", Archie Bunker. He
dressed like him, looked like him including the hair, smoked cigars, had "his" chair no one was
allowed to sit in, was prejudice (sp?), etc. He loved the show and had an ash tray with a saying
from the show.
Our father was very ill with a serious heart condition. My twin brother and
I were the only ones still living at home, the other three siblings were
older and had moved out. Our mother had died 7 years earlier of a medical
mishap. On our 20th birthday, Dad had open heart surgery for quad-druple
by-pass. He did well as first, but as time went by his color was turning
ash gray. He still was following doctor orders and walking everyday. I
applied for a car loan and needed his signature as co-signer. He told me
that I should get his signature now since he would not be around much
longer. It really it me as strange and try to make light of his comment.
On Friday, Dad had a doctor's appointment. The doctor cleared him to go
back to work the following Monday morning. He like working, he had been with
his company for over 25 years. I went out partying knowing that Dad must be
better. Saturday morning, I was lazily getting ready to go to work. My
brother and his fiance' were at the house. I heard them yelling at me to
call 911. My brother being a EMT was performing CPR on our father with his
fiance' helping. Paramedics took about 4 minutes to arrive. They really
did their best and transported our father to the emergency room. After the
family arrive, we were rushed to a small room inside the waiting room. It
was not long when the doctor came in to tell us our father had gone. My
brother being knowledgeable in the subject found out that his heart had too
much pressure and blew a hole in his heart. Medically speaking he actually
died at the house. It was less than 3 months after his operation and 6 days
before his 57th birthday.
Going home was hard even though all of my brothers and sister and friends
were there now. When we walked in the door, all the medical supplies they
used on him were still scattered throughout the room and was an instant
reminder. We all were very quiet cleaned up the best we could. After trying
to come to grip with what happened, the older siblings left to go home. My
twin brother and I were the only ones left. Being emotionally drained, we
went to bed. About an hour later, my brother woke me. I thought he had
trouble sleeping, but as soon as I gathered myself, I felt a very odd
sensation. My brother stated that was what woke him up. We stood together
and walked down the hallway to the living room. Our father was in "his"
chair, just as clear and defined as if he was still alive. My brother
gasped, I screamed. The figure remained as if he could not see us. He was
looking straight ahead as if he were watching his TV. It was a good minute
and a half or two minutes, and the figure slowly disappeared. We called out
for him, but he was gone.
My brother and I never talked about that again. After the house was sold
and the estate was settled, we all went our seperate way and did not really
keep in contact much with each other. My twin brother had married, then two
boys. The marraige was not working and my brother moved out, eventually
getting divorced. He was tough on himself saying it was all his fault, the
divorce and dad's death that his CPR did not save him. I knew then he was
still having trouble 7 years after Dad's death. My brother started into
risky activities, anything that slightly dangerous, sky diving, scuba
diving, got his pilot's license, and into guns. After a depression, he was
Baker Acted and he faced the source of depression. He got better and
One time when his son's were visiting, my brother was awakened in the middle
of the night. He went to the living room and saw a smoke cloud or
hazecoming out of his sons' room. He froze and could not move. The figure
moved away from the boy's room and disappeared. His wife woke and found my
brother still frozen in the same spot, sweat poring off him, but ice cold
Two years ago, my father's sister wanted to come down for a visit in August.
We thought that a little strange since we lived in Florida, and they hated
the humidity. They brought our last grandparent with them. Our Mother's
Mother. She was 87 and the trip would take a lot out of her. It was their
last effort to try to bring the brothers and sisters together. We decided
to have a picinic in the City Park in the town we grew up in, close to the
old house. It would be the first time since the furneral that we were all
together in that town, 11 years after Dad's death. We all brought our
children and things were actually going well. During that day we found 5
half smoke cigars in the park. (There are 5 of us.. 3 boys and 2 girls) The
same kind that Dad smoked. We each tried to blame the other as to where the
cigars were coming from, but all were denying being the one. But being a
christian family, we all knew that we were telling the truth. Dad was
there with us.
I have always had a fascination with the paranormal and when I meet someone
new, one of my standard questions is, "Have you ever had anything really weird
happen to you?" You would be amazed at some of the answers I've gotten to
Back in 1982 I was at Fort Leonardwood in Missouri for Basic Training. I
shared a room with seven other guys and lights out was at 8:30 p.m. every
night. One evening when everyone was getting ready for bed I asked the
standard. I got a bunch of strange looks and somebody asked, "What do you
mean?" I replied, "You know, like ghosts or Big Foot or UFOs; stuff like
that?" Most of them replied with, "No," and somebody said, "go to sleep," so
A few hours later I was awakened out of that sleep by Private Wyngard.
Wyngard had the bunk closest to the door and he had waited for everyone to
fall asleep before approaching me. I asked, "What do you want Wyngard?" And
his reply startled me. He said, "You asked that question earlier and I waited
until everybody fell asleep to tell you because I didn't want anyone to think
I was crazy." This introductory statement immediately caught my attention and
I was instantly wide awake. I inquired, "What happened?" and he related the
Wyngard lived with his parents before joining the military. As you walk in
the front door there is a set of stairs that lead down into the basement, and
on one side of the basement was his bedroom. One day in the summer, right
around twilight, he was at home by himself. His parents were playing bridge.
His brothers and sisters were with friends. His friends were busy, and there
was nothing good on TV. He was so bored that he made up a game to entertain
himself. The only problem was it turned out to be more than just a game.
At the bottom of the stairs was a stereo rack. On the top of the rack
Wyngard had a chess board with the usual black and white plastic pieces.
Wyngard's boredom led him to create an imaginary war between good and evil,
all recreated on the chess board. In Wyngard's mind, all of the white pieces
represented the forces of good, while the black pieces represented the forces
of evil. The white king was God and the black king was the devil.
In Wyngard's little war, the forces of evil were laying waste to the forces
of good. He would pick up a black piece and use it to send a white piece
flying off the board. Finally it got to the point where the white king was
the only piece for good left and it was completely surrounded by the pieces of
evil. The coup de Gras came when he pick up the black king and lowered it
slowly over the head of the white king.
Just before he could complete the move, the board began shaking violently and
in one sudden motion all of the pieces flew off the board. At the same time,
a blast of hot wind came screaming down the stairs, knocking Wyngard off his
feet. This terrified Wyngard because he always made sure the door at the top
of the stairs was closed. At this point he scrambled out of the house and
waited in the front yard until his parents got home. Then he gathered up the
pieces and the board and threw them all away.
Wyngard told me he also believed in ghosts because of another experience he
had. His grandma lived with the family but was bedridden and critically ill.
During her life she had a favorite yellow dress that she wore that she hadn't
been able to wear for years because of her sickness. She eventually died and
was buried in the dress.
For the funeral, Wyngard's younger brother and sister weren't allowed to
attend the services because his parents thought it might traumatize them.
They were both young enough that they didn't really know their grandmother
since she had been ill ever since they were born. The night after the
funeral, the children awoke, came to the breakfast table and stated, "Guess
what? Grandma came to see us last night?" The parents replied, "How cute?
What did she want?" The children exclaimed, "She told us that everything was
all right and she showed us her pretty yellow dress."
Sometimes you don't need to experience something firsthand to feel the truth
of it. The look of intensity in Wyngard's eye as he shared these stories was
a witness to me that he really believed the things he related. There are many
questions out there.
In the late '60s, several years before I was born, my maternal grandmother
died of cancer. My mother and two sisters, Teresa and Ann, were all alone at
the time, as my father was in the middle of his tour in Vietnam.
My grandmother, from what I've been told, was held quite dear by all in the
family. To this day, my mother tears up whenever her name is mentioned. My
sisters still, over 30 years after her death, speak of how nice and sweet she
was, and how much they loved her.
She had been ill for some time before she finally passed away. My mother, of
course, was quite devastated. My sisters were also understandably quite upset.
They were 12 and 10 years old at the time of my grandmother's death.
The night of our grandmother's death, Teresa was sent to bed by my mother.
Hurt, devastated and confused, she lay crying. Slowly, the door to the bedroom
opened, and our grandmother entered.
"Stop crying, Teresa," she said. "Everything will be all right. We'll se each
other again." Then she was gone.
The next day at breakfast Teresa relayed the story to the family. Our mother
became visibly upset, saying "Don't be silly, it was just your imagination!"
Then Ann spoke up. "But Mom, I saw her too. She came into my bedroom and told
me exactly the same thing!"
Both my sisters and my mother recount this story on occasion. They all believe
that my grandmother's spirit remained for a while to comfort them after her
death. After all, that was the just the kind of gentle soul she was.
I am a 32 year old educated female with great belief in God. I have always
been facinated with the super natural and somewhat sensitive to things its
About six years ago on Christmas Eve my Uncle commited suicide. This was
after years of drug addiction and emotional (mental) problems. I was always
been close to my Uncle and happened to be the last person he spoke to prior to
his final act. When I spoke to him he "hinted" at his intentions. I did not
react to this because he had done this before as a means of seeking attention.
He was in Orlando and my entire family was in Miami for the holiday. I didn't
inform anyone of his tone because I felt we was just trying to, again, ruin
My Grandfather returned to Orlando approximately two days after Christmas and
found Michael. He had left a note advising his burial wishes and requesting
prayer from the family. He removed all his jewlery, drank enough alcohol to
thin the blood, turned the heater on in the bathroom (again to thin the blood)
and slit his wrists.
When I got the phone call from my Aunt, she didn't even have to tell me what
happened. I knew. I was devistated at the fact that he was gone and I had
done nothing to prevent it.
In the following months I had many strange events take place. It started by a
wiccan witch at my work repeatedly giving me "messages" from my uncle. I then
started having dreams where my uncle would be speaking to me. In general I
would write this off to the stress caused by his death, but he was telling me
things that I would have no knowledge of. I was able to verify all of the
information he had given me during the waking hours. To give you one example,
in one of the dreams he, in a very distressed tone, was telling me he had to
get in touch with Julie. I thought it strange when I woke up because I had no
knowledge of any Julie. It was so realistic that I called my Grandmother who
informed me that Julie was his AA spouncer who he would speak to when ever he
was depressed or suicidal. She went on to advise me that Michael had tried to
contact Julie the night of his death but she was unavailable.
I began searching for guidence from churches. I finally found a church that
was able to assist me. I spoke to the Pastor about the recent events. He
advised me that this was a very bad situation and requested that a group of
church memebers be aloud to pray for me. I agreed. As they were praying for
me I started to feel........well uncomfortable isn't a strong enough word. I
started to feel as if I may throw up. I told the Pastor I needed to leave to
use the restroom. He advised me that I needed to let go of my Uncle. Now as
a rational person this seems like a small reasonable request. As I think back
on it I am amazed at my reaction. I almost got violent. I went into
hysterics, crying, panicing, rocking back and forth..... I did vomit at this
point. I began to understand that I was dealing this something too big for me
to handle alone. I held my breath and used every ounce of energy I could call
upon and said I let Michael go and that I didn't want him around any more. My
first reaction was a feeling that I had betrayed a family member.... but then
I saw it. This grotesque black.... mass leaving my body. It was like pure
evil. I was in shock. It spead away and left the room.
I felt so much better. I knew that thing was not any part of my Uncle.
Because of my facination with the super natural I knew what it was. It was a
familiar spirit. (I am assuming that you are aware of the term) It made
perfect sence. Its like if something were watching our entire lives, like a
movie, it would be aware of every move we had ever made.
Through my desparation to understand my Uncles action on Christmas Eve, I had
inadvertently began "speaking" to him, asking why he had done this. I opened
myself up to this ugly spirit that was full aware of all his action during his
life time. This spirit had pretended to be my Uncle that I wanted so much to
speak to. In the mean time, while I was running around trying to find answers
to what was going on I was distracted from what I was supose to be doing in my
life, my children, family and God. It accomplished what it had set out to do.
I truly believe that the world we live in and the spiritual relm do intersect
at times. I do not believe that we contact spirits of long gone loved ones or
souls that once inhabited our relm. Rather, spirits that have always existed
in the other relm and have their own reason for misguiding or distracting us
from our own lives. These spirits can be very convincing players, especially
to a willing audience.
I wish you the best of luck in your life and pray that the Holy Spirit will
protect and guide you in your works. I also pray that God will give you
wisdom and discernment to truly see what you are dealing with.
I just finished reading some of the experiences that other people have sent in
and would like to relate my own. It isn't scary or evil or anything like
that, it's just, well, unusual.
My grandmother lives in a mobile home on the same property as my parents home.
She moved there when I was 8 years old. When I still lived at home, I would
sleep over at my grandma's on the weekends and during the summer. Grandma is
a smoker, and has been for years, so her house usually smelled like cigarette
smoke, and it was pretty hard to smell anything other than that. But every
once in a while, for no apparent reason, you can smell rum and maple--usually
in Grandma's bedroom. My great-uncle Emil used to smoke rum and maple in his
pipe. Grandma believes that he watches over her. I never knew Uncle Emil (he
died long before I was born) but for some reason he seemed to have a special
affinity for me, especially after I met my now ex-fiance. Brian my
grandmother's back bedroom and the whole time he was there, I always smelled
Uncle Emil in that room--especially in the adjoining bathroom, close to the
toilet. Or he would "hang out" near my grandma's standing lamp in the living
room which was right next to Brian's bedroom door. I don't think Uncle Emil
liked him very much--Brian was not exactly the nicest person in the world.
When we were together I would "smell" Uncle Emil almost daily, especially if
Brian and I happened to be in the bedroom. But since he and I split up, I
almost never smell him anymore. I'm not the only one to have encountered
Uncle Emil, either. My grandma senses him all the time, and he's even been to
my parents house. But I don't think anyone has "smelled" him since Brian
left. It makes me think that he was watching out for me while I was with
Brian, because he knew what kind of person he was, and now that he's out of my
life, he doesn't have to anymore. I think he's still around though, he just
doesn't feel that it's necessary to make himself known. It makes me feel good
knowing that he's out there, watching over me.
There is an experience I want to share with all of you other paranormal people, and also for those of you facing life after the recent death of a loved one. There is hope. My father passed away on August 28th, 1998. We were devastated by his loss, even though we were somewhat prepared for it. He always had a strong belief and faith in God and the Heavenly realms, but he also said that he would never leave us. As far as we know, he hasn't. A month after his death, my mother was sitting on the front porch, facing the window into the dining room of our home. The light from the kitchen was behind it. Suddenly, she saw a shadow cross the light in the dining room. It looked a lot like my father had before his death. Needless to say, she was upset, but she didn't tell me, for fear I would be upset as well. A few nights later, a friend of mine was sitting in the same chair, and saw a shadow crossing the porch. It looked like a person. A month after that, I was sitting in the same seat and saw my father stand up and walk into the dining room, but his shadow never crossed the light in front of the kitchen. I told my mother about this, and she was relieved and somewhat afraid that she was not the only one. I want to believe that my father made it to Heaven, but it is rather a relief to know that he wants to remain here with his family as well.
The only thing that scares me is true evil,
nothing else. You can feel it. Sometimes, I lay in bed, thinking
about things, only to have my mind wander into something that strikes
fear. I have had multiple experiences, some dream, some real. I
think the first experience I had with poltergeists (I guess that's what you'd
call it) was in a dream. There was a lot of stress in my life, I was in
the 8th grade. My grandpa used to own a duplex, which we now own.
The first time I saw the place, I refused to go inside...the place gave me the
creeps. One night, maybe a few months to a year after living there, I had
a dream. Most landscapes and scenery are not recreated realistically in
dreams, but in my dream, I thought I was awake. I heard a small stomping,
starting on the second floor, moving down, growing louder as it got closer, and
a voice said something to me which I do not recall...I got out of bed and went
to the bottom of the stairs where I could feel something at the top. I
could not see it, it was invisible. It was a feeling. It screamed at
me and ran into me, at which point I woke up and turned on the
Several other occurances like this happened, not
too frequently, but throughout the years. One while I was in high school,
very similar to the previously described, but this time in my grandparents
house. But the one that stands out in my mind the most was in the house we
are now living in. I had gone into a deep depression and
self-hatred. One night I had a dream. My dad stood over me as I lay
in bed. He didn't seem to be like my dad though...he had strange
intents. He reached into me, rummaging wrist-deep into my guts. It
was as if he were a ghost. But when I awoke, I was somehow frozen. I
could not move or speak. a black, hooded figure stood over me, wrist-deep
in my guts, as my father in the dream. Upon noticing me, it stared at me,
moved back slowly...nodded it's head from side to side, and then faded
away. The event was very real, I knew I was no longer dreaming. I
turned on my lights and refused to be alone.
The most recent occurence was when I was having
trouble believing in God. One night, after trying to deny the existance
thereof, I had a dream. It was realistically recreated as in the other
dreams, and similar in structure. I found myself in bed (which is not too
far from the my closet in front of it) and I sat up. The room was dark,
and suddenly filled with a hateful presence that heightened. Suddenly, my
closet doors burst open, and a rush came toward me. The best way to
visually describe the rush was a distortion similar to what the invisible
Predator looks like. It dived out of the closet onto my body, forcing it's
way into my body. It made it halfway into my body, unable to force out my
unwilling soul. I cried to God and confessed my belief and sorrow, at
which point it left, I awoke, and slept with a copy of the bible next to my bed
with the lights on. I'm not a better Christian after having this happen to
me, maybe a lot of you think I should be. But after resolving troubles in
my life, I have not had these problems. I have learned to avoid things
that are evil, though I am not perfect.The thing that makes me know that
evil is real, is that I've seen it. My advice: Don't let anyone tell
you what to believe in, or what to do. If it makes you feel evil, or
uncomfortable, avoid it. Everyone has a
In May of 1995, my fiance was driving home to Pontiac, Michigan. She had
recently moved into a new apartment and was not familiar with the area. She
took a wrong turn and was going the wrong way on a one way street. Before she
quickly turned around, she noticed a dog walking across the street. She
pulled over and discovered a poodle that was very dirty and obviously very
hungry. She took the dog home and discovered that his owner just didn't want
him anymore. We adopted him and we became inseparable. At the time my fiance
found the poodle, he was already 12 years old. He was found on a street
called "Widetrack" so we named him Widetrack.
Widetrack lived very happily with us for 3 1/2 years. Because of the many
years of neglect he suffered, by the time he was 15 years old, he began to
have strokes and died in my arms in August 1997. We buried him in a pet
cemetary a few miles from our home. Because he lived to be an old dog,
Widetrack walked slowly. You could hear his toe nails click on the linoleum
floor of our kitchen floor. On certain days, in the late afternoon, his toe
nails can still be distinctly heard on the kitchen floor. Widetrack had a
habit of pushing his head up under my legs when I was sitting down to let me
know he was there and wanted to be picked up to be next to me. At times I can
feel a knudge under my legs as if he is still around. Widetrack would curl up
with me on the couch and I would put my arm around him. At times I will wake
up from a deep sleep as I feel his body next to mine. At times I can hear him
breathing as if he is sleeping next to me on the couch. It seems that
"Widetrack" finally found the love he was looking for in our house that had
eluded him for the first 12 years of his life. Since he lived with us for
only 3 1/2 years, it seems he was not ready to go yet and is still enjoying
the love and comfort of our home. I hope he stays for a long time.
When I was a teenager (about ten years ago) I had a friend who lived in a
strange house. All sorts of weird things happened there and his whole family
felt the house was haunted. I experienced a few too many occurences there and
needless to say I believe now. Everything from seeing shadows, to footsteps,
doors slamming, washing machines going on by themselves, you name it. I know
alot can be explained but I don't think there's an answer for this. My friend
and I were working out in his basement one winter night. We had the stereo on
in the other room and the volume went down by itself. We went and turned it up
but something turned it down again and again. I'd normally say the stereo was
defective but you have to turn a knob for the volume. It was turned. Anyway,
after a while we heard footsteps run up the stairs, a door slammed then ran up
the stairs above to the second floor, and another door slammed. We checked it out,
no one was home. I left and had to walk three streets or so away to my house.
As I left his backyard I looked back to see his back light go off and on. I
was about 300 ft. away now and could see a dark shadow like figure standing
there as the light went off and on. It had no face really, just the outline of
a body and all black. Finally the light went off, and it started to walk
towards me. I have to tell you that the switch for the light was inside. I got
a little nervous and kept walking, faster, and faster. Now it was running real
fast. I booked it, slipped and fell on the ice. I could hear it coming so I
just got up and ran. I didn't look back, ran through a yard, hopped a brook
and ran home. I got home and no one was there. I thought now I'm in trouble.
But whatever it was left me in the yard by the brook. I immediately called my
friend, thinking it was him and he wouldn't be home yet. He answered. I asked
how he got home so fast? There was no way it could've been him. The next day I
looked and saw footprints in the snow following mine to the brook, they
departed and headed towards the swamp through another yard. The next night I
was working out in another friend's basement. This house was next door to the
one I was in the night before. We heard a BOOM on the bulkhead, then I saw the
same figure in the basement window. I then told my friend what happened the
night before. I left his house and the figure popped out from behind the house
and just ran full force. I got home safely again, this time running a
different way.The thing that gets me was this thing was fast, almost too fast
to be human. I think it could've caught me but it seems it just didn't want me
there. It scared the heck out of me and I'll never forget it.
While I was working security for a local firm in Pittsburgh for most of
last year and the year before I was posted at a hospital in Kennedy Township.
This hospital was on a hill just south of the city and had a spectacular
view of the Golden Triangle from many floors and the roof. But behind
the hustle of a working hospital was a few forgotten secrets that popped
up now and then especially for me.
I remember the first time I had arun in with the supernatural. It was about
three thirty in the morning
and I was on one of my usual security rounds. I was near the old
I.C.U. in a wing of the hospital that was very much unused. I checked
the doors as I went down the hall and found them all to be locked.
As I rounded the corner and headed for the main hallway, I distinctly heard
a door shut and two people talking very quietly to each other and then
another door opened and shut and there was silence.I was shocked
to think that someone had slipped past me in a well light hallway and that
I had mistaken a locked door for an open one was ridiculous. So I
went back to check the hall and the hair on the back of my neck stood up
and I felt that I was being watched from all sides. I lost my courage
and hightailed it to the doors out of there and didn't look back till I
was in my office.I never did find out what it was that made the
noise nor did I care.
The second time was in the school
of nursing that was affiliated with the hospital and right across from
the main building. It was about five in the morning and I was opening
the doors for the morning when I saw a light that hadn't been on all night
on the third floor. I went upstairs to turn it off and while I was
going up the steps I could have swore I heard whispering in the stairwells.
I shook it off as nothing and started down the hall and as I got about
halfway down the light went out and the door slammed shut. When that
happened I stopped cold in my tracks and started to freak. Then one
by one the rest of the doors from the far end of the hall began to slam
shut. I again turned tail and ran as fast as I could out of the building.
I got to the bottom and ran into the night maintenance man and told him
what happened. Together we went up and checked the third floor.
The building was a convent before it's conversion to a school of nursing
and the top floor was odd because it was empty now and yet had shower rooms
in it that were stacked with old files and such. The old cells were
wall to wall with the same. Most of them had no light bulbs in them
and we found that all the doors were shut. But what was odd was the
rooms at the end where the slamming started had no doors to speak of at
all. When we got to the room that I saw the light on in I was nervous
as heck. It to had no door or light bulb. The air felt electric
and the smell of rotten eggs was weak but noticeable but just as soon as
we noticed it, then it was gone.I chalked that experience up to sleep
depravation and never thought of it again. About two weeks later
I was performing the same task and was again at the school of nursing.
I had already opened all the other doors and was going to cut through the
building to get the last door. Now as before I was the only one with
the key for this building and I knew that the doors were locked from the
previous shift. There was again no way for anyone to be in the building.
As I fumbled with the keys and unlocked the first door I had to go through
the same stairwell that I had heard the whispering in before to get to
the last door. I was just in the door and in the foyer when I heard
a laugh that made my bones begin to shake. It was deep and almost
menical sounding. I stood there and got enough bravery to look down
the hall to see that there was nothing there but the sound of laughter.
I backed slowly out of the building and went around the side to get the
last door from the outside. from that time on I did not enter the
building unless it was a dire emergency.
My last encounter was a little amusing.
It was towards the end of my tour at the hospital in January of '98.
I was walking around whistling a favorite tune of mine when I forgot the
rhythm. I couldn't seem to get the notes right when all of the sudden
I heard it like someone was standing right behind me. They whistled
the right set of notes and I picked it up from there like nothing happened
as I went to get a cup of coffee and was leaving the hall this happened
in I said thanks for the help and I felt a reassuring, gentle tap on my
shoulder as if whatever it was, I think it was trying to say your welcome.
Believe it or not, all of this is
true and I would bet my money on it that if you go yourself you might just
see what I'm talking about. for those of you in the Pittsburgh area
contact DPittJr@hotmail.com for directions.
I've been reading the stories at this page for a while now and finally got
up enough nerve to tell you about a few of mine. I live in a haunted house in
the South Side of Chicago. The house is about 110 years old and has been in
my family since it was built. Let me give you a bit of info on the layout, so
you can get a better idea of what I'm talking about.
The First floor was a neighborhood tavern and hall from about 1890 until
1945, The second floor is the apartment where My Great-grandparents lived.
The tavern still has the old Bar and most of the old fixtures intact.
Basically it's now become a place where me and my friends hang out have
parties etc. That's the first story. First of all we have multiple ghosts
that we know of; My Grandparents, Great-grandparents, Aunts, Cousins and a few
other assorted ones that we haven't figured out why they're here yet. any
way, on with the story, it seems (according to family tales) that the bar was
very active during the 20's, the prohibition years, seems the place never got
raided, and it also seems that the parties from then haven't stopped. Every
so often, if I'm falling asleep down here, I'll begin to hear laughter, music,
the sounds of glasses and bottles being moved and used, things like that, Some
friends of mine have even reported having seen a party going on reflected in
the mirrored part of the back bar, all in the clothes of the 20's and 30's. It
seems these spirits even party with us at times, me and a lot of my friends
like the music of that time period, and there have been sightings of couples
on the dance floor. Pictures seem to smile back at people, and voices and
cold spots are common. Plus the first floor kitchen (the one that used to
serve the hall) never gets warm, It will be ninety degrees outside, but about
forty in there. Not only that, but it seems that people that have gotten
under the "family's' skin find it hard to enter the house again, much less
stay there. the funny thing is, since I'm told I'm an exact likeness of My
Grandfather I keep getting asked why I was standing in a spot and watching
that person, Usually when this happens, I'm upstairs or even outside, I guess
its just my grandfather playing tricks...
Well, this tale has gone on long enough, I'd be happy to share more of the
stories with you so, Please E-mail me at Balior@aol.com if you want to hear
more. Thanks for listening.
I wanted to send you a quick summary of a very strange experience I had.
I don't know if it's exactly the same as a ghost, but about a year after
this happened to me, I stumbled onto a possible answer on the Internet.
Here it goes:
Almost two years ago, I was going into my first semester of graduate
school. As it was a small, private college, they weren't quite yet set
up on the web to do web-based registration - new incoming students had
to go to their advisor's office to turn in their schedule plan.
I had worked hard to get into graduate school and was very excited about
the upcoming semester. I planned my schedule out carefully and had it
all ready to go.
We had a window of one week in which to go to the advisor's office to
get classes. No appointments, just windows of time each day. I reported
to the University after work on the second day of the week and headed to
the office of the advisor listed in my acceptance letter.
When I got there, I knocked on the door and was cheerfully told to come
in. I walked in and held out my hand for a handshake to introduce
The advisor looked befuddled for a second, then took my hand.
I said hello and introduced myself. Her face wrinkled up a bit, and she
said politely, "Yes, I remember."
I said, "You remember? I'm a new student, I haven't been here yet."
She looked very confused now. "Well, you were in here yesterday
registering for class."
I told her that I hadn't been there because I'd had a schedule conflict
the day before; this was the first day I was able to make it. I assured
her I hadn't been there.
She appeared to be getting a little exasperated. She began to describe
the outfit I was wearing - very significant to her because none of the
other students came in wearing formal business suits. (I already had a
professional job and wore business suits every day.) She had even
commented on how nice the black suit was, and how she was glad she
didn't have to wear expensive suits to work like I did.
She was beginning to scare me. I repeated that I hadn't ever been there
She conceded, and I sat down.
She asked for clarification on the spelling of my last name, and opened
her filing cabinet. She pulled out a manila file from her incoming
student files and placed it on the desk.
She asked for my class requests and I handed them over.
She opened my file and, after a few moments, looked up and said I was
I told her that was impossible. There was no phone or web registration
yet and I hadn't been to see the advisor until that very day. They
couldn't possibly have known my class choices. This was getting very,
Rather than make a scene, I fumbled around and told her I must have been
mistaken, maybe I was just stressed out, etc. I'm sure she considers me
a very strange bird, indeed. As it is a fairly small campus, I've seen
her around several times, and she never talks to me.
To wrap this up, while I was surfing the internet a few months ago, I
was casually wandering around some "paranormal" websites and saw
something mentioned that made me feel dizzy and frightened.
The website spoke of something called a "psychic forerunner", or a
"Vardogr". This apparition is the exact psychic double of its
flesh-and-blood counterpart, and may sometimes precede the person who is
planning on going somewhere that they may be looking forward to going
to. The website said that they weren't considered dangerous, or
frightening, just odd. Well, it sure frightened me. To this day, I
can't explain how I went and got myself registered for classes the day
before I physically went there. It hasn't happened again, but once was
enough to really scare me.
This happened to my sister in 1973 in an old district of Baltimore near
the Maryland College of Art. She would be too embarrassed to write you
but I will. I will state here strongly that she did not use drugs or
She was in her apartment - in an old brick building- one evening. She
decided to go into the living room,and walked up the hall. She ran
"into" something - could not get past it - but it was invisible. She was
terrified. She tells me that something told her it was enormous,
cylindrical in shape and penetraed not just her apartment. She turned
and fled to her bedroom where she cowered for a long time. Eventually
she came out and the thing - whatever it was- was gone. She asked
neighbors if anyone else had had odd experiences but they denied it. My
sister is totally sane.
I am a highschool senior now and reading the stories on this website brought
back the memory of an incident that I experienced when I was in eighth grade.
I was at a sleep over at a friends house, there were about five of us spending
the night at one friends house. At one point in the party we played hide and
go seek. My best friend Al (not his real name) and I were hiding in the only
unfurnished room in the house, it was about three o'clock in the afternoon.
We were in the room hiding in a corner and out of no where we both got
extremely cold, unusual because the heat was at full blast in the house and
everyone else was sweating. Alvin and I looked at each other and then heard a
very deep and scary growl, like something was growling in my ear something not
human or animal. Both of us ran out of the room and found the rest of our
friends. The friend who lived in the house believed us, he said no one else
in his family wanted to live in that room because strange things happened,
that's why it was unfurnished. Just to be sure it wasn't my imagination,
Alvin and I went outside to see if there were any animals that may have made
the sound, but the only animal in sight was an old cat who was confined to the
garage the whole afternoon and could not have possibly made the noise. All of
us spent the night on the first floor rather than take our chances of running
into something on the second floor where the unfurnished room was. On other
visits to that house, my friend, a Muslim told me that that was the only room
without a religious symbol in it. Muslims don't have crosses or crucifixes,
but some do put up plaques with phrases from the Koran written on them in
Arabic. That was the first experience I had. The second happened in 1997,
when I was a junior in high school. There are rumors that the school is
haunted by everything from a former student to a Native American who died
there when California belonged to Spain, some of the teachers and custodial
staff have had experiences and most believe there is a presence in the school
but no one is sure of what it is. One, day after correcting papers after
school for the head of the Math Department, to earn service hours I began to
lock up his office. He told me all I had to do was turn off the
lights, lock the door and close it. He had left me his keys and I began
closing up, leaving the papers I corrected in a very neat pile on his desk. I
did everything like he asked me to and closed the door and walked to my
locker, which was directly across the hall from the Math Department office. I
gathered up my belongings and then as I turned around, got the same cold
feeling I did in eighth grade. I saw through the glass part of the door that
the lights were on and the papers I had corrected and left in a neat pile were
spread all over the desk, like someone had flung them very roughly. I checked
the door and it was locked. There was another way into the office, from an
adjacent classroom but it was locked. I inspected the hall quickly and the
custodians were no where near the office and I would have heard them if they
opened the door because I was at my locker which faces the office. I looked
again and the lights were still on...at this point I heard the same kind of
growl that I had heard so many years before. I just turned and walked down
the hallway to the nearest exit, as fast as I could. The next day I talked to
the head of the math department and told him what had happened the day before.
He believed me and told me that the same thing had happened to him a year ago.
I don't know if the two incidents are connected but if anyone can shed some
light on the subject please email me, Chomboman@aol.com. Thank You
OK here's my story. It all started when I was about 6, my little sister
was about two. At this time my parents were still together. My little
sister and I shared a room, our bed was just below the window, it was a
full sized bed. Every night I would have a nightmare, never the same
one, but I would wake terrified and I's get my teddy bear and go sleep
in my parents bed. Well one night I had a dream that I being chased by a
man with a blurred face. He was tall about 6 foot, that's huge when your
only 6. He was wearing a hat and he had a deformed right hand, his
fingers were very long, thin and sharp. He chased me down an unfamiliar
street to a dead end. I turned around and there he was lifting his
hidious hand as if he was going to slash my face. He said in a crusty
voice "Poor innocent child, didn't do a thing and now she will..." Then
I woke up suddenly terrified. I looked around the room it was dark and
my sister was laying asleep. I grabbed my teddy and dashed down the hall
into my parents room. I screamed "daddy daddy I had a bad dream!" so he
scooted over and let me crawl into bed between him and my mom. I
couldn't go back to sleep in fear that man would come back. So I laid
there and starred at the hall closet, cause I could see light reflecting
off it that was coming from my room. I started to doze off when I saw a
shadow on the closet coming from my room. It was a tall shadow with a
hat and a deformed right hand. I sank into the bed saying "daddy daddy
wake up that mans in my room he's going to hurt Lindsay! DADDY!! WAKE UP
MOMMY!!" my dad just muttered it just a shadow of your teddy bear. Then
I looked at where my teddy was and he was gone. I looked back up at the
shadow, and my dad was right it was now a shadow of my teddy bear. I
distinctly remember grabbing him when I ran out of my room. For the next
few years nothing strange happened and I totaly forgot that night as if
it never happened. Then when I was about 11, my sister was 7, we still
lived in that house and my sister and I still shared that room, except
now we had separate beds. mine was by the wall and hers by the door. One
night she went to her friends house, and I was alone in the room. I was
halfway asleep and rolled over because I was uncomfortable, and i saw a
small white figure by my sisters bed, at first I thought it was my
sister and I said "Go to bed!" then I realized she wasn't home. I was
fully awake now and I looked at it and it put it's hand out as if it
wanted me to hold it's hand I screamed "DAD!!" as he walked in the door
it vanished started with it's feet. Then about 6 months later in the
winter time and I begged my dad to let my cat, who've we had for about 9
years, in the house. He was sweet natured cat who would never hurt a fly
let alone me, the one who spoiled him rotten. Well that night he slept
with me on our new bunck beds on the top. It was about 1:00 in the
morning when my cat woke me up, he was sitting on my face suffacating
me. I pushed him off and he started hissing at me. I looked and said
"peaches?" then he tried to scratch my face. I pushed him back and he
reared up like a bear and making a screaming noise.I kicked him off the
bed and reached out for the light switch. He jumped and clawed my hand.
it was bleeding really bad. So I decided to do what I always do and
yelled for my dad. He walked in and turned on the light and said "WHAT?"
I told him what happened and we both looked at my cat who was sitting on
the floor purring and looking at my dad so innocently. This happened a
few times. Basically the exact same thing! Then the last weird event was
after christmas dinner when I was about 14 I was about to take a
shower,I walked in and looked in mirror and I saw my reflection at first
then it faded away to revael a young woman dressed the 1920's type of
clothes and next to her holding her hand was a little boy about 3 or 4. I
wasn't really afraid, but I was scared enough to where I couldn't move
or yell. She looked at me, then the boy, then at me and whispered "I'm
sorry for what my son has been doing to you, we are leaving now" and
they vanished and my reflection came back. Nothing else weird happened
to me while I lived in that house!
A couple of years ago, while living at home with my parents I had a very
freaky experience. It may not sound like much in writing but it was definately
something I will never forget. It happened in the basement of the house,
right in my bedroom. It was a very hot summer night, my dog and I were lying
on my bed watching t.v. I had a glow-in-the-dark yo-yo hanging from the tile
ceiling in my room. There was absolutely no breeze blowing through the
window. Suddenly I got a huge chill and that yo-yo began spinning wildly
around and around. I sat there in complete shock while this went on for a few
seconds. Then just as quickly as it started spinning it stopped. When it
stopped though it somehow became untied and came crashing to the floor and
broke completely in half. While this was going on my dog was in total
hysterics and when I gained my composure I hi-tailed it out of that room and
did not return during the night for a very long time.