First I would like to say how grateful I am for this site. I am new to
the internet and did not know this sort of fellowship was possible a
couple of weeks ago.
When I was about 9 years old my aunt passed away. She was a very kind and
loving woman who had a special place in her heart for me. Her kids had
grown up and moved away years ago and I guess she looked at me as a
surragate son. I spent a lot of time at her house and was glad to be
there. My parents didn't get along very well and being with her provided
a way to get away from them. like I said she was a great lady and I
enjoyed spending time with her, she also spoiled me rotten. Her husband
was a retired police officer who had passed away several years before.
Anyway, Aunt Bernice died in the summer of my ninth year. Nothing
unusual had happened in between the time of her death and the night I
saw her again. No flickering lights or misplaced objects or any thing
else. I simply awoke one night and saw her standing over my bed,not
floating, feet on the floor. I was glad to see her at first but a 9 year
old is fully aware what death is and I knew she did not belong there.
I did not feel threatened but I did not know how to handle this so I
called for my parents. They came in and saw her as well. My dad was of
no use. However my mom got up the nerve to speak to her. She asked my
aunt what she was doing here. She replyed that she had basicly come for
me. Now I began to get scared and I got upset. My mom told Aunt Bernice
that she didnt belong here and that I could not go with her. She looked
at my mom then back at me, I was in tears by now, she made a sad face and
faded away. Now I know that little boys have vivid dreams and nightmares
and now that I am 30 I could easily write off the whole thing as that
but I kmow what I saw and further more my parents were there to back me
up. I know that this stuff is real.
I hope that this story is somehow helpful to someone. Being able to
share it without having to worry about the people I am telling it to thinking I am
some kind of nut has helped me.
I want to share a very strange yet wonderful
experience I had in a house I once lived in.It all started when my brother, sister
and her 2 yr old little girl came to live with me in California. I believe now
that the presence of a child in a house that was previously childless brought out the
entity. Shortly after they all moved in, I was babysitting my while my sister worked.
It was close to 2am when I suddenly woke up to find a little blonde girl about 2 years
old standing in thedoorway of my open bedroom door. She was crying softly.
I raised up and thinking it was my sister's daughter, I told her to go back
to bed. I laid back down, but decided to check on her to make sure she was okay.
I went where she was sleeping and that's exactly how I found her, sleeping soundly.
I was puzzled but thought that she might have been sleepwalking.
The next day, I was brushing my hair. I put the brush in the
bathroom sink and turned around to get something. When I turned back around, the
brush was gone. I bent to look on the floor. Not finding it, I stood up and
there was the brush in the sink! I got a little scared. After that, my things
always came up missing. Everyday, I would misplace something only to
find it right back in front of me. It happened whether I was in the house alone
or with everyone at home. I saw the little girl several times always at night
always in my doorway. Even after my sister and her daughter had moved out. It
got to the point when I was so used to having my things taken and then given
back that I would just say, okay, honey, give me back my bracelet or
whatever was missing. Three times I heard a childlike giggle just before the
item was returned. I grew fond of the games she played and was never afraid of
When we moved from the house, I drove back to put the key in
the mailbox for the next tenant. As I stepped onto the porch, I heard a child
crying. I peeked in the front window and there she sat in the middle of the
empty living room. Her hands were covering her eyes and she was sobbing. I knock
on the window and she looked up at me. I told her, I'm so very sorry,
honey, but I cannot play with you anymore. I have to leave. I'm sorry. She
smiled at me that sweetest smile and I swear to God, she just vanished. I was
sad knowing I wouldn't see her or play our take and give back game again. But
deep down I knew she somehow understood how much I cared for her.
I think about her sometimes and wonder if she ever shared
herself with anyone else. I hope they enjoyed being with her as much as I did.
She shall always have a special place in my heart.
My story isn't very exciting, but I don't think I'd want an exciting ghost
experience. Our house isn't very old, maybe 15 or so years old, but this area
was mostly farm land b4 so I honestly don't know where my "little friends"
came from. My parents have heard little children playing and laughing late at
night when we (2 teenagers and me, a college sophomore) in bed and asleep.
Things disapear and turn up in strange places and sometimes, if you can't find
something and start scolding the "ghosts" it'll turn up in a matter of
Sometimes, I'll be in the kitchen and leaning aginst the counter and a
"shadow" will fall from the ceiling and just land in front of you. My father
and brother have seen it too. I usually run, so does my bro. The only other
time we've known a presence is once when I had a friend over for the night.
We were laying on my bed talking and we both felt something jump up on the
bed. Thinking it was my dog, we ignored it until I heard the dog barking
downstairs. We turned to look and, well, there was nothing there. For some
strange reason, it didnt' freak us out and we carried on a typical
conversation and went to sleep.
I know, it's not much, but what can you do. They don't do anything hurtful so
we really don't have a reason to dislike or like them. They're just here. I
think it's a couple of kids and I don't know what the shadow is, but it
doesn't seem child like so I'd say there are at least 3 ghosts. Maybe it was
a ghost dog jumping up on my bed to sleep with my friend and I that one night.
Thanks for listening.
This wasn't the first or last but it has always seemed important and the most
I guess it was the shock and actual physicality of the entire experience.
I was living in a rented house, particularily non descript, ( you know 70's
cream brick, cream carpet, cream walls, brown tiles), one morning around 5pm i
awoke and it seemed a figure ,quite large (to my imagination I would describe
him as a lumberjack in apperance, checked shirt & heavy-set)Standing next to
the bed, highlighted by the slight light through the window.
I think i shut my eyes tightly thinking that it was an intruder,.
It felt like not a second or even a breath , a force was pushing on my chest.
My eyes shot open to entire blackness now but a shadow which was even darker
seemed to be sitting upon me, pushing air out.
I think i thrashed around in a hope of throwing it (?) off, i do not really
I again openned my eyes to daylight not even a second later.
To myself ther always seemed something about this experience which i should
have understood or learnt from ?
It still makes me wonder what.
My expierienes all started when I was baout 10 years old. I woke up in the
middle of the night with an eeire, chilling feeling. At this time both of my
parents were asleep and my cats were outside. I suddenly heard heavy footsteps
walking down the hallway, they continued to my room, My bedroom door opened
and I saw a figure of a man about 6 feet tall and wearing a old-timish suit. I
remember being, not scared but relaxed and I watched as the figure
dissappeared in a way a human could not.
The next night my dad stayed up late watching TV and about the same time I
spotted the man, My father smelled a very clear smell of some one smoking a
cigar. Neither of my parents smoke. About the same time everynight he would
smell the same smell of someone smoking.
About a year later I stayed up doing homweork and everyone was asleep, but I
heard the foot steps again, My door opened and my light turned off, but my
radio stayed on and so did the hall light, It continued to turn on and off and
then stopped. My door closed and the footsteps continued towards me but faded
About 2 years later we were getting our chimney cleaned and the chimney
cleaner had found a drivers license from 1921 and the man in the license was
the same figure and apperance that has been haunting my house.
Every now and then the fugure still appears in my bedroom or messes with the
light fixtures, But he is harmless.
I've sentin stories to other sites before, but I wanted to share a few
experiences with you here.
Well, when my parents moved to the apartment my mother still lives in today,
I noticed that it has some quirks... You see, the apartment has a few
mischievous occupants I call gremlins... They tend to take items for sometime
and then relocate them. I will explain...One day, my Mom left $20 in the front
pocket of her jeans. She realized sometime later that she needed to run to the
store, so she went back to her room to get the money. After a few minutes, she
called out to me, saying that she needed help. She couldn't find the money, so
she asked me to look in the pocket. I didn't find it either. I searched quite a
few times before I turned to her and asked if she was mistaken. Had she taken
the money out before? Was she wearing a different pair of jeans? Was she sure
she placed the money in her jeans and not in a jacket? No to each
question...Alright, Mom... You know how this house is... Wait for about 20
minutes and look again. Mom did as I suggested, opting to read a book in
the kitchen for a while. After about half an hour, she went back to check. Where
was the money? In the same pocket I had checked at least 6 times thirty minutes
before...She is not the only victim to these little practical
jokers... One night, my best friends, Coraly, Mia, and Ralph came over to
chitchat. Sometime later, I felt the need to smoke a cigarette (Newports at the
time). Unfortunately, being a college student, neatness was not my forte. My
coffee table was cluttered with everything from magazines to jewelry. So,
knowing I put my pack on this mountain of stuff, I continued to talk while I
searched. Frustrated after a few moments, I pleaded with my friends to help me
take EVERYTHING off of the table so I could find the Newports. We shook out
magazines, cleared off the table, even threw out some stuff, but the pack just
simply was not there. The closest thing that matched the coloring of the pack
was an empty Noxema carton. Oh well, I figured I’d just grab a cigarette
from my Mom. So, we straightened up the table and continued to talk. After some
time, while puffing and chitchatting away, I managed to look at the table
(which, of course, was right in front of me) and saw my pack of cigarettes,
nestled between the pages of a magazine. I said Oh, guys. You are
never going to believe this, and picked up the pack. The look of
shock on each of their faces was undeniable. Now before this episode, I had
spoken to them about the goings on in my house, but each time I received a
polite sure, whatever you say coupled with an I don't
believe you eye-roll. To this day, my friends are believers.
I'm positive that these little guys are not the only ones sharing
living space with my Mom. One night, Coraly was over for dinner. Doing
our usual thing, we sat in my living room talking of nothing and everything.
Suddenly, it hit me I smelled fried fish! Don't you smell
it?, I asked. Of course she didn't, until a few minutes later, when
the smell left me. Back and forth, for over an hour, the smell drifted between
us, changing once in a while to the scent of fresh flowers. After a while, it
faded until we could no longer smell it. I don't know who it was or what
it was trying to say, but it certainly was an interesting experience.
I'm not sure why I'm doing this...ghost as such don't bother me. I've
been around them all my life. I've had them breath on my neck, call my
name, open doors, move things....I've even seen them. What bothers me
and what I would like to talk to you about happened two years ago. It
was dusk and I was cooking supper...there's a window in my kitchen
that's over the stove, it looks out onto the carport. I had gone outside
to empty the garbage when I saw a shadow...it was solid black....about 6
feet tall...and it was looking in the kitchen window. Thinking it was my
son trying to scare me, I called his name. The shadow turned and looked
at me, then I watched as it ran off the carport....only it dissappeared
before it got to the edge of the carport ( it's 24 feet from the window
to the edge of the concret) Still thinking it was Jason, I went in the
house laughing until I walked in his room and he was sitting on his bed.
Thinking back, the shadow had no face...there were no white to it's eyes
or even eyes. That's why I call it a shadow. My kids and thier friends
have told me stories about the ghost in the barn....one night , right at
sunset, my son chased it around the barn...until he realized his were
the only footprints in the grass. I'm not even sure why this bothers
me.......I haven't seen it again but I did notice a nose print on the
outside of one of the one sunroom windows.
Having just sent you an e-mail saying that I don't have time, I'm going
to send you a couple of stories, anyway. Typical contributor, no? I
have a couple of stories from Peru, this being the first of them.
My wife is from Puno, Peru. It's a beautiful place, full of clean
streets and friendly people, the town climbing up the mountains from the
shore of Lake Titicaca to the edge of the highland pampas. A thoroughly
unlikely-looking place for hauntings. In the center of town, on a
corner of the Plaza de Armas, across from the Cathedral, is the
crumbling ruin of an old Spanish adobe building. It is the former home
of the Conde de Lemnos, one of the Viceroys from Spain, and a place
feared by everyone in the neighborhood.
In the 17th century the Conde de Lemnos, the Viceroy of Peru, was known
as a particularly evil, cruel despot. In Puno the family Laycacota
struck an extremely rich vein of silver ore, so rich that they quickly
became the greatest power in the Andean highlands. The Viceroy lost
patience and went after the Laycacotas with an army. They barricaded
themselves in their mine, several dozen men, women and children, well
supplied with food and munitions. As the siege extended into several
months the Conde took over their house on the Plaza and the Laycacotas
began to starve. When the women and children were sent out, to save
them from the suffering, the Conde proceeded to kill them in front of
the barricaded holdouts. When the men finally ran out of powder he had
them all burned alive in the mine.
His house has noises and lights that appear and move around that are
discernible from the street. The police station is next door, and a
small store is around the corner, on the other side of the house. The
police will walk all the way around the block to get to the store at
night, rather than cross in front of it. Several people have purchased
the property, and all have gone on to financial ruin. The last people
to spend a night in the house were a young German couple on their
honeymoon. They were accomplished sailors, having crossed the Atlantic
on the first stage of their trip. After a noisy, restless night they
took a sailboat out on Lake Titicaca. The boat capsized in a high wind
and both drowned.
The house is still empty today.
Love your page! I've been checking out similar pages for a few months
now (due to some weird stuff happening, but we'll get to that later),
and yours is the one I've found most readable and helpful. It also has
the best links page on the web, IMO.
Although I'm basically a skeptic about things like ghosts and angels and
all, I've always felt that there's more to heaven and earth than is
dreamt of in our philosophy (etc., etc.) and I try to keep an open mind.
Three things have happened in my life that tend to make me think that
ghosts (or something like them) probably do exist.
1.) When I was about 8 years old (maybe 9), my brother and I were alone
in the house one night. My parents were divorced, we lived with my
Dad. Dad had a lady friend next door he was visiting (now she's my
step-mom) at the time, but since it was right next door and my brother
was 2 years older than me, he felt o.k. about leaving us; we had the
phone number as well.
We were supposed to be asleep, but I was having a hard time
sleeping. I had this feeling of fear and sadness that felt like it was
coming from outside of myself. I was an analytical child, and kept
telling myself that I was feeling my own fear and sadness because we
were alone and because I was a tad jealous of my Dad's new girlfriend,
but the feelings just intensified as the minutes went by.
My room was dark, but the door to the hallway was open and the light
was on in the hall. Suddenly, I felt I should keep still. I didn't
hear a noise or anything, I just felt scared stiff. A man walked into
the hallway from the living room. I saw him so clearly; he was a very
young man, maybe only 18. He was black; his face was clean-shaven and
quite handsome. He was dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt and he was
carrying his sneakers over his shoulder; he was in his stocking feet, as
though he was trying to be very quiet. Of course, I thought he was a
robber. I lay very quiet and tried to "squinch" my eyes shut so I could
still see him, but my eyes looked shut. He stared into my room for a
long time, then silently proceeded down the hall to my father's room.
I knew he would have to pass by me again; there was no way out of my
father's room except through the window, and the hallway ended there;
there were no other rooms off the hall.
I waited and waited, but he didn't come out; there was no sound at
all, but he must be in there still. I finally decided I couldn't stand
it any more and I would sneak down the hall myself and get to the phone
in the kitchen and call my Dad. It took a lot of guts, but I did it.
When I got to the kitchen, though, there was the man!! He was standing
by the kitchen door; how did he get there? There was no way he could
have climbed out my father's window and come back in, because I would
have heard him, and anyway, the door was locked.
I don't know why, but I suddenly didn't feel all that scared; he
seemed so frightened of me! He seemed lost and disoriented. I finally
got my throat working and squeaked out "Who are you?". His eyes
widened, as though he was surprised or frightened and... he vanished.
I'm not kidding; he disappeared. The kitchen door banged, but I swear
it didn't open or close. I called my Dad, and when he got there, the
door was locked; he had to use his key to get in.
Nothing in the house was missing or disturbed; my Dad's window was
shut tight and all the doors were locked. My brother didn't see or hear
anything. Of course, everybody thinks I dreamt it or made it up, but I
know I didn't.
2.) When I was about 14, I was at a friend's house and we decided to
play with her Ouija board (I know, I know, it was dangerous, but we
didn't know that).
Neither of us were serious about it, and were giggling and being
generally silly; asking the board stupid questions about who we were
going to marry, etc.. I can't remember who said it, but one of us asked
if there was a spirit present. Suddenly, the little thingy you put your
fingers on (I forget what they call it) was literally jerked out from
under my fingers and flew across the room. Predictably, we screamed and
ran out of the room. Later, when we were calmer and went to put the
board away, I was surprised to find that my friend was kind of mad at me
for "playing such a mean joke". I was just thinking the same thing
about her, and told her so! We both claimed that the other person had
made the thing fly off the board like that.
To this day, she says she didn't do it, and I know I didn't. One
thing's for sure, we never played with the Ouija board again. If I ever
find out she was lying, though, she's in big trouble!
3.) Just recently, I started getting the feeling of "not being alone"
in the basement/family room of our house. I sometimes thought I heard
whispering or soft singing, and a couple of times I could swear someone
called my name. I was tempted to put this down to my overactive
imagination, but then our dog developed the habit of leaping up and
barking hysterically at nothing, then lying down again (rather
sheepishy!). I started looking on the web and found numerous pictures
that people had taken of things that weren't visible to the naked eye at
the time the picture was taken, and I thought "Aha! I'll try that, and
see if I get anything!". I went down to the basement with our digital
camera, mentally asked "whoever" to show it/him/herself, and snapped a
picture. Several "orbs" appeared in it! I tried again; even more
The next morning, my 11-year-old son complained that he had been
awakened early by a "moaning" sound, and by his bed being shaken
roughly. I had told him nothing of my feelings about the house, or the
pictures I took. I told my son he must have been dreaming (I didn't
want to scare him, especially since he could have dreamt it; I don't
know). When I was alone in my son's room, I asked "whoever" to please
not frighten my son. There has not been a repeat incident.
For weeks afterward, almost every picture I took in every room of
the house had one or more "orbs" in it. I wanted to know if this was a
defect in the camera, so I searched on the web for information. Some
folk claim that with digital cameras in particular, you can get an "orb"
effect because of dust particles in the air quite close to the lens.
So. I felt a bit relieved in a way (and maybe just a little
disappointed), and decided I had imagined the whole thing. On the very
day this happened, though, the orbs disappeared from my pictures. The
whispering and singing and feelings of being watched stopped, too, and
the dog has settled down.
Now, I'm not sure what to think. It's almost as though I'm doing it
somehow; when I believe something's happening it does. When I don't,
it doesn't. There was a death in the basement/family room a couple
years ago due to a freak accident, and maybe that just has my
imagination working overtime; what do you think?
Louisville Kentucky - Waverly Hills T.B. Sanatorium
On November 30, 1998 myself and two of my friends witnessed an number of
paranormal occurences while ghost hunting in the Waverly Hills T.B.
Sanatorium. I had heard several different rumors about the place since I was
in 10th grade and was determined to find out the truth for myself. The place is
huge and their are other buildings but the main hospital is the place where there
have been sightings and noises and other things reported. It was closed by the
state in 1961 and re-opened as a nursing home but was once again closed in 1980
allegedly because of poor patient treatment. Anyway, We arrived their at
about 9:00 p.m. and were in the building about 15 minutes after that due to the long
walk up the hill and into the woods. It's totaly isolated. When we finaly
got to the top of the hill we walked to the front. Now, when I saw this place
I stood there in disbeleif because this place looks so scary and creepy and
erie that it looks like someone set it up to film a movie there, I swear!
It''s unbeleivable.( I swear I'm telling the truth). In fact, I started to
have second thoughts about it. I felt like I was in a horror movie. After we
walked in through one of the many entrances that stand wide open I could tell
that something was unsettled in this place. I just felt like If I turned
around I would see something following us. The atmosphere completely changed.
We walked through the hallways and wen't into rooms where patients were held.
You could see scratch marks all over many of the doors and walls and when we
got to the basement we saw blood stains. No more than a second after we all
saw the blood we heard footsteps upstairs for about 30 or 40 seconds. We
ignored the sounds and headed towards a door in hopes of escaping to the
outside only to find a long tunnel that we could see down for about 15 feet.
We walked in and walked for about 6or7 minutes but ended up stopping hudled up
because after stopping to smoke, we heard footsteps and scuffeling noises
behind us. We decided to get back up to the first floor and than leave. We
got to the top of the stairs and finaly found our way out. We were taking
pictures of the outside when my friend saw what we originaly came to find. In
the third floor at the 5th window on the right side of the building we all saw
a young femal child just staring at us.
I swear this is what happened and none of this event is a lie. I would say
that this place is worth looking into and should be investigated by paranormal
researchers. I would be willing to help. If you would like to respond back
to me personally my e-mail address is: Harper1469@AOL.com (please reply, I
would like to know if you or anyone is interested)
I am living in a 200 year old house which was dismantled and moved from its
former location in Eagle Bridge, NY. As I was moving in, I became aware of
music playing faintly and I was not able to determine its source. I sat at
my desk one day to pay my bills and noticed the surface was extremely hot
in one small area, about the size of my hand. The desk everywhere else was
cool to my touch, as wood is normally. I also noticed the faint smells of
old roses and some type of animal. One morning I got up to go out for a
walk before work; I put on my watch and checked the time, which I believed
to be 7:05 a.m. After walking a distance, I again checked my watch and
discovered it had stopped, which I did not understand as the battery was
new. Later that day, I discovered I had put my watch on upside down so it
had actually stopped at 1:35 a.m., and the stem was pulled out. I reset it
and wore it all day. When I took it off to go to bed that night, I checked
it and it was running. I placed it on the table in the bedroom and the
next morning discovered it had stopped at 1:35 a.m. and the stem was pulled
out. Several days later, my watch disappeared entirely. Mysteriously, it
was found in the middle of my 15 acre field, where I had not been. Shortly
after that, it disappeared again and I have not found it. There is always
a great deal of interference in my telephone, TV, stereo, clocks, and my
clothes dryer has even started to run on its own. One night I was coming
down my stairs and felt something grab me by the wrist. There is a brick
which holds the kitchen door open (the location is extremely windy most of
the time) and it disappeared for over a week. I found it in a drawer and I
am certain it was not placed there by anyone living in the house. This
happened again after a visit from the owner--the very same night I told him
about its previous disappearance. The can opener also disappeared for over
a week and then suddenly appeared in an obvious place, where I could not
have missed it had it really been there all along. Before I met the current
owner of the house, during a phone converstation, I told him I kept hearing
music but couldn't figure out where it was coming from. He asked, "Are you
afraid?" I then asked him what he had not told me about the house. I
learned he had purchased it from a Jehovah named George Peabody because
George had bad experiences (unidentified) in the house and with articles
removed from the house so he believed the house was inhabited by demonic
spirits. I also learned the last residents of the house were two spinsters
and their pet baboon--about 15 years ago. Apparently one of the women died
in the house and her body could not be removed without killing the baboon.
The current owner also told me that he'd experienced strange happenings and
so had his father; they are both Baptist ministers. Over the recent
Thanksgiving holiday, I bought a new mattress. When I removed the old one,
I discovered several pools of dried blood under the bed which I can't
explain. Stranger still, on the mattress pad on the other bed in the same
room I found a ring of dried blood. There was no blood on the sheets or on
the mattress and the pad was new; the bed had not been ever slept in. The
house is now in White Creek, NY and is on the National Register of Historic
Houses. Grandma Moses lived in the house as a child servant. The house
was a part of the Underground Railroad and was both a parsonage and a
funeral home. I am not afraid and apparently there have been articles
written about the house and its ghosts, which I am trying to locate. I am
also interested in knowing about the people who have lived in the house but
have not had time to research..
My name is Fiona and I live in Australia.
My husband Paul and I are currently compiling a book on peoples experiences
of the supernatural and I thought that I would share a little of our own
experiences with you.
We bought our first home in August 1994 and moved in with our then, 8 month
old son James.
Things were wonderful for about ayear and a half and then in early 1996 we
went to visit my grandmothers grave to lay flowers.
We arrived home late afternoon and put James down for a nap. We then decided
to have one ourselves and laid down hoping to catch at least an hour. (at
that time our son didn't sleep too well.) Well we had barely laid our heads
down when Paul began to tell me to stop it.
Well you can imagine that I didn't know what on earth he was talking about,
so I said stop what?
He went on to tell me that I had been tickling his backside and that he
wasn't really in the mood so I should just cut it out.
After about half an hour I finally convinced him that I hadn't been touching
him and he gave up the argument.
Well let me tell you since then we have experienced nothing short of a
Lights turn on and off by themselves, food is constantly stacked up in the
pantry in the most unusual ways, things actually go flying accross the room
right in front of your face and general confusion reigns.
These occurences continued on a daily basis. And in 1997 when i was about
eight months pregnant with our second child i experienced the most
unbelievable experience yet.
I was watching a childrens program with james, then almost three, when right
before my eyes a young boy, looking to be about five appeared. I couldn't
say where he came from, he was just simply there.
At first the thought of a ghost didn't even enter my head i just thought,
there is a child in our house!
It was then that he walked into the hallway. So i got up very casually and
followed him. Without mentioning any thing to james. I followed him through
the hall and he turned left into james room. But as you can probably guess
when i went in he had gone. When i came back into the living room james
looked up at me very innocently and said, Did you see the little boy? He
then explained that his name was michael and that he played in his room with
him all the time.
I wasn't too disturbed by it rather i was intrigued. I had always had a
fascination with the supernatural so it was of great interest to me.
I explained it all to my husband when he got home and i think he thought i
was imagining things, being pregnant and all. ( at the time he was a bit of
a sceptic.) But when he had his evening shower he soon changed his mind.
He was just finishing up in the shower when he knocked on the wall. We
usually knock on the wall when either of us is in there and ask whether the
other one wants it after us and we will then leave it running.
So i went in to see what he wanted and he said The showers ready for you.
I said no thanks, iv'e already had one.
He then yurned to me and said well then why did you ask me to leave it
I said that i hadn't and he went on to tell me that i had opened the door,
entered the bathroom and said leave it running for me when your finished
paul! and then i had left the room.
Well i certainly hadn't done that and it took a lot of talking to convince
There are plenty more stories to tell, as i write this email things are
still occurring. the most frequent things are Voices on a tape that we have
our little boy singing on. voices that definately weren't there before.
I just yesterday bumped into an invisible figure in the hallway and the tv
remote control was thrown accross the room.
There are too many things to even mention here they would fit into a book.
Hey maybe i'll do that next.
P.S If anybody would like to tell us of their experiences for our book we
would love to hear from you.
I have had an unearthly(scuse the pun) amount of experiences over the
course of my 34 years.My mother,her mother and her mother before
her,have unusual abilities,for lack of a better term.I was born the
same,as was my daughter now.My mother is able to communicate with people
that have passed on and this is her account.I will tell it as she told
"About three days before your brother(much older than I) was born,your
grandfather,myfather,passed away of a heart attack,in his sleep.He and I
were very close,as I never had a good relationship with my mother,we
seldom saw eye to eye,and so my father was my hero.
When I heard of his death I was devastated,and went into labour with
your brother 3 days later.I cried for joy at the sight of my new son,but
also for pure sadness that my own father wouldnt be able to see him,or
so I thought.
I believe in the afterworld,I know when we die,our spirits,our souls are
released from the earthly body.This belief became more convincing when I
experienced it first hand.
When your brother was 6 months old, I became depressed at the thought of
my dead father,I was still mourning the loss,and I had good days and
bad.It was summer,a gorgeous warm day,and so the inner door was open and
the screen door was closed,but still allowing a breeze.I was doing some
housecleaning when I thought of your grandfather,and started to feel
sad,when there was a knock at the screen door.
I wasnt expecting anyone,and assumed it was a salesman.As I entered the
front hall,.I saw a tall slim man with his back to me and wondered who
the dickens this was at 2 in the afternoon.I opened the screen door and
said "can I help you" The man turned and let me see that it was my
father! I was astounded,shocked,scared,every emotion possible zoomed
thro me within a few seconds.He smiled at me gently,and without moving a
muscle said "Your Uncle Sam will pass away 2 weeks from this day,at
exactly 6am.Then he vanished.I thoguht maybe the depression was getting
to me and I was imagining things. Two weeks to the day at 6am my
wonderful Uncle Sam passed away in his sleep.I was again devastated at
loosing another very important person in my life.
Shortly after that,my father again came to me,with news of another
relative passing on.IT happened as he said,when he said and I thought I
was going crazy.Needless to say,I never told a soul what was going on,it
was the 50's and they would have tried to put me in a hospital
About 3 months after the last visit,my sister had come for coffee in the
afternoon,I was busy doing something,probably changing a diaper when the
door bell rang.I yelled at my sister to please answer it as I had my
About 1 min later I heard a god aweful scream and rushed to see what it
was.My sister stood frozen at the door,door wide open and no one there.
Iasked her what the matter was and she said "Dad" just that, nothing
else and I knew that Dad had come to visit again.WHen she calmed down
she made me swear that I was NOT to tell a soul about what she heard or
saw,and that when she was done telling me,we would never bring it up
again.She said "Dad told me that such and such was going to die on this
date at that time and then he vanished" I told her that he had come to
me also with the same kind of news.We never spoke of it again,even now
some 40 odd years later.
Dad came to me one last time,but before he could speak I said to him
"Dad I love you,and I miss you terribly but I cant stand hearing about
relatives dying I dont want to know the future,please dont tell me"
Dad smiled at me,winked his eye,as was his habit and said "pet,iam so
sorry I caused you such pain and fear,and I will never come to you in
this form again,but know that I will be with you always,you only need
ask,and my grandson is beautiful"
He kept his promise,he never again came to me in that form but hes come
to me often in my time of need,Ican feel his presence and his love and
warmth. Your brother looks very much like your grandfather,almost his
spittin image,and it was your grandfathers ring that saved your brothers
finger when he almost lost it using a band saw.
I know now that your Grandfather is your brothers guardian angel"
As told to me by my mother
I grew up in a little town in Maine....in a large house--we had few neighbors and
lived on a basically deserted street....All of my family members, except my father,
experienced very weird, strange things....
I personally, felt like there was a presence in our home, which mostly emanated
from one particular bedroom in our house. Unfortunately, that bedroom was mine.
For years I had been unable to sleep a sound night's sleep because I had this
terrible dread and fear that something was watching me.
One night when I was about 9 or 10 years old, I awoke to find 4 creatures in our
hallway--I saw them clearly because the light was on. They were floating about a
foot off the floor. Three of them were adults-the one in the middle was smaller
than the other two. One very small creating was floating above them. They were
an opaque/white/transparent color, with very, very large black eyes. I sensed that
they were totally chaotic, but not necessary evil. It felt as though they were very
mischevious. At this point in time, the upstairs was only half finished. They
literally melted into the door that led into the unfinished portion of the upstairs.
They just passed right through the door like it wasn't even there. That was the most
frightening experience I've ever had. I never saw them again. Sometimes I have
wondered if I were having a dream that night, but the memory of them is so vivid
that I believe that I actually experienced this unusual phenomena.
My brothers both had experiences as well-my oldest brother was upstairs-after it
was finished--and he felt something walk by him. It was a palpable feeling that
someone/something was brushing his shoulder to get by him.
At other times, I heard footsteps upstairs when there was no one home but me. The
footsteps always led into my bedroom, the room I felt was especially haunted....
My younger brother experienced something as well. He was in bed one night-he
was about 5 or 6 years old when he saw what he describes as a "bright red flying
bat" he says it was glowing and that it emanated a very evil presence. He said
he was paralyzed with fear and felt unable to leave his bed.
My mother and my oldest brother have heard voices which chant--my sister was
about 12 years old and she was sleeping/or in some kind of a trance in her room
when my brother came running downstairs to tell my mother about the voices he
was hearing in her room. My mother immediately went to my sister's bedroom-the
haunted room upstairs--and also heard voices chanting the same chant over and
over again. My sister was apparently in a very deep sleep--my mother tried to
walk her, but she would not wake up. My mother finally dragged my sister out of
the room and down the stairs. Finally, my sister awoke, but had no idea of how she
got downstairs, or what had happened to her.
I don't know if I really believe in ghosts or not, but it seems that for a while,
something inhabited our home that can only be labelled as "evil". Eventually,
the evil spirit left, but my Mother takes no chances--there are religious
symbols/pictures in almost every room of the house. !
I can't remember a lot of my childhood but my mother has informed me
about this part. She said it started when I was about five years
old.... my mother would catch me starting into space and laughing. When
she asked me what I was laughing at my reply would be simply "look he's
funny." Although I don't remember this to be true or what exactly it
was I assume it was some sort of ghost.
When I was about ten years old I loved to be out doors and spent
most of my time in the woods behind our house. I can still remember
this like it was yesterday. I was taking my normal walk through one of
our trails and saw something in the corner of my eye. A figure of a man
stood on a trail that was directly right from me. He suddenly turned
and started walking down the trail. He then went around a corner and I
lost sight of him. The strange thing about him was that he was dressed
in winter clothes (almost like hunting gear) with a coat, hat, and all.
I really didn't get a good look at him that time. About two days later
me and my brother were walking through the woods and saw the same figure
in a tree (my brother pointed him out). He was hazy kind of. Any way
we both looked at each other and looked back in the tree and he was
gone. Then we high tailed it out of there.
About three years after that some thing even wierder happened. I
would go into my room to go to bed and either when I was in bed or
getting ready to my closet would open. But when I would look at it, it
would either freeze in the position it ws in or slam shut. I talked to
my mother about it and she convinced me that it was wind currents (this
started in late summer so I had my windows open). But as the months
passed these events did not stop. In fact they grew worse. The window
was now shut and the door would still do it. I lived in a old farmhouse
and there was no heating duct in my room. This lasted for about a year.
Ever since that started happening, I have not had any peace. Lights
come on, doors slam, sounds of footsteps would echo in the halls, ect.
Some of my frineds even witnessed these events but the central focus
always seemed to be on me.
Now I'm in college and wouldn't you just know that I move into a
dorm that has a repetion for being haunted, go figure. I have
experienced drawers opening and closing, closet doors coming open,
sudden heating of my room that lasts only seconds, and of course the
uneasiness that follows.
I get scared still from these events but the truth is I am kind of
use to it too. My only queston is why do these things follow me? It
seems that no matter where I go I'm haunted. These are only a few of
the encounters I have experienced and in my mind I know that they
probally won't be the last of them either.
Seeing ghosts is something that kind of runs in the family. Most of my
family on my mothers side have consistant stories of seeing ghosts dated
back too far to remember. This really isn't so strange considering all
my relatives but myself were born and bred in England.I seem to have
carried on the family trait.
Now don't get me wrong. I am just an ordinary mom with two teenage
daughters. I not a mental case and I don't have a hidden stash of Prozac
any where. I am not a firm believer in any thing really, but I do see
My last encounter was just a few years ago. I had just moved to Missouri
and I had rented a fairly old farm house that was in great condition.
The house belonged to a woman in her 70's who had recently remarried and
had moved to another town. At first I hadn't noticed too much because
I was trying to get settled in a new town and deal with an overbearing
mother-law. Plus to add to matters, the lady I was renting from was
always around puttering in the garden in the back of the house or
staying the garage. (I secretly think back then, she thought I was going
to steal one on of her prize tomatoes.The elderly can be pretty strange
sometimes, especially when your a "foreigner from California".)
After I had been there for a few weeks, I started noticeing things.
While cleaning the master bathroom.I watch the faucet to the bathroom
sink turn on to a full stream and then turn off. Ok, it might be
explainable. A week or so later, I was in the kitchen baking and I saw
something in the corner of my eye. I turned around, an low and behold,
there is a male ghost standing in my kitchen with his hands on his
hips.The look on his face was if to say "what the hell are you doing
here?!". A little unnerving to say the least. Especially, since he
looked about 6' and probably out weighed me by at least 100lbs.But that
I could handle that. What I could not handle was when he turned my alarm
clock on at 4am in the morning for the daily fishing and farm report
even after the power had gone out and I had not reset the clock.
I didn't get to stay in the house very long. After three months of no
privacy from the land lady, I had to move out. Later, I was approached
by her son. He had confided in me that no one stayed in the house long.
Personally, I think she knew it was her deceased husband lurking in the
house and they both didn't want to share it with anyone. Not even her
newly married third husband.
I was about 11 years old, and at a small primary school in a small
village in Scotland. At lunch breaks me and a group of my friends
would sneak out of the school grounds and go to the woods behind the
school. It was part of our daily routine, we would run along the dryed
up river bed, sit in someones tree house, and then end up sitting with
our backs against the school wall so we could hear the bell ring for the
end of lunch break. There was a small bridge to the right of where we
sat, so when people came by we would have to pretend that we were meant
to be there doing a project or something. This particular day we were
feeling extra rebellious and didn't care whether someone came across the
bridge or not. So when three girls camee over the bridge with thier
backs to where we were I stared at them daring them to see us and tell
our teacher. As I stared I realised that they were all dressed in long
white flowing robes, and glided rather than wlaked. I couldn't avert
my eyes and they simultaneously turned their heads towards me as if they
had trouble turning their necks, when thier faces finally met mine the
dark deep pits that filled the space where their eyes once were
ddrowned my senses, their faces were pale as the snow and then they
faded away before my eyes. I never said anything to my friends who
were talking about the new guy at school.
This happened some couple of years ago at my home in southern
Kentucky. I was 16 at the time at up late working on some homework
after my mother and father had already gone to bed. Well, something or
"someone" told me to look up just as I began really to study then out of
the corner of my eye and then my full vision, as I turned around, I saw
a man dressed in Union Blue standing in my living room. What a shocker!
Scared to death I jumped up and raced to confront this, then thought,
theif. However, when I was in arms length he avnished never to
This isn't my only experience though. Just a few weeks ago i had the
feeling not to open the attic door, but when I did something in old
fashioned white puffy sleeves came charging at me and knocked me down.
I have prove of this encounter but none of the other.