By: pamepaint@webtv.net
This is a true story, as we are still dumbfounded as to what happened.
My niece and nephew Were spending the weekend with my husband and I. At
age 12 and 9, both children liked to tell and hear spook storys . Me and
my niece Stephanie needed to go to the grocery store, to pick up a few
odds and ends. On the way out the door, I said to Stephanie..." We
should take Chris (Her lttle brother) back behind this old convent,
where there is a Graveyard, and we can all tell scary stories. My
husband over heard us and said..."Don't go back there today it is to
dark and dangerous, for you three alone. We said,"Ok we won't", and
promised not to go.
Little Chris decided to stay home, so Stephanie and I were on our way to
pick up some goodies for the fellows.
Forgetting the promise we made, we headed for the graveyard
anyway. When we got behind the convent, it loked unusually dark,maybee
due to the stormy weather earlier in the day. As we drove toward the
graveyard we noticed two people, a young man and lady , walking toward
us in the middle of the street, they were dressed in white, and slowing
the car down, I thought in my mind...that it was strange for them both
to be dressed in the same manner and in all white clothing. They walked
to the side of the road and as I passed them we noticed the road ahead
looked darker and darker, so we decided to turn the car around,and not
go into the graveyard. Now this had been a matter of only a few seconds,
and as i turned the car around, Stephanie said," Aunt pam, where are
those two people that were on the road?". We did a quick, frantic
search: There was an open field, no cars nearby, no dark shrubs or
trees, in other words, no place for them to hide or not be seen by us ,
if they were really there. We both became extremely frightened by the
event that just happened, but decided to go to the grocery store, then
head home like nothing happened.
When we got to the store,which is usually open 24 hours a day, the
doors were locked, although the lights were on but no-one would let us
in. By this time we were really scared and food or no food, we decided
to go home. On telling my husband this story he replied," Maybe they
were your gardian Angels, because you had promised not to go back
there"! ...While we were talking, Stephanie had picked up the tv remote,
and was flipping through the stations...each station that she stopped at
said either that," Angels were watching you or someone up there was
gaurding you", by then we were both screaming and my husband said," Calm
down, i'll get you a glass of warm milk" and then I said to him..." I'll
do it, i'll get us both a glass ". As my husband opened the fridge, to
get the milk, I reached into a cupboard, for the mugs, and came out with
an old mug that we had not seen for years... my husband grabbed it and
said," Whats this ". When he turned the mug around, there, barely
visible...was a picture of two angels a young man and lady, both dressed
in white...To end our story, we have never yet been back to that
graveyard again, and we truely believe in angels.
By: pdudd@cyberus.ca
This is an actual experience that I had when I was twelve and living in
Sri Lanka with my parents, who were doing development work. We lived in
a very large old house with several bedrooms. We rented it from a family
who had moved out of the country and it had an attic which was locked,
although the family assured us that we could use it for storage space
while we lived in the house. The house was divided into wings,
accessible by separate staircases. My parents and my brother had
bedrooms in one wing of the house, while my room and the rooms of the
nanny, driver and housekeeper that we had were in another. The house had
a very strange feel to it, and indeed, it was constructed in a strange
way - it had several small shrines in various alcoves to Hindu Gods, as
well as an indoor open air garden that made it rain in our living room
and let in swarms of insects.
The supernatural aspect of the house did not become apparent until
we had lived there for almost a year. It began with a late night
disturbance that the servants and I began to notice in the early hours
of the morning. Large houses in Sri Lanka are walled in to prevent
theft, and almost always have a heavy metal sliding garage door, to
allow cars to enter, and seal off the house to intruders. These doors
were very heavy, and I certainly could not pull it back alone at age 12.
Also they made an immense racket when opened. I began to be woken up by
a loud clanging of what sounded like garage doors being pulled back and
pushed forward rapidly, all over the neighborhood, between 3 and 4 am
every morning. After a few nights I mentioned it to my parents, who said
that they had not heard a thing. The noise continued every night for
about a week, until I asked our driver if he had heard it. he said that
he had, and had gotten out of bed on several occasions to see what was
happening in the neighborhood, but when he went outside there was no one
on the street, and he could no longer hear the noise, although the nanny
claimed she had heard it all the while he was gone.
That was the first of the strange occurrences of the house. Although
there was nothing definite I could put my finger on, the house had a
strange atmosphere, and I began to feel as if someone were watching me
while I was alone in my room.
The next occurrence was a sad one. Our nanny, Pushup, was married to
the driver. She became pregnant while living with us, and continued to
work as a nanny to my brother and myself. My family trusted her
completely and felt her and her husband to be part of our family. One
day, while she was about 5 months pregnant, she was walking up the
stairs to her room carrying a glass bottle of water. From the living
room, my family and I heard her scream, and the bottle break. Found
unconscious, she was rushed to the hospital, where she lost her
otherwise healthy baby. She claimed to have seen a small figure hover
down the stairs towards her, and felt a cold hand touch the back of her
neck before she fainted. We knew Pushpa as a completely trustworthy and
levelheaded person, who would not be likely to fabricate a story.
Pushpa's sister Rani came to stay with her during her recovery, and
to help her around the house. Meanwhile, the nighttime clanging seemed
to have subsided, and we didn't think much about it. Several months
after Rani arrived, Pushpa's husband woke my parents, and told them to
come quickly into their rooms as Rani was very ill. I was not allowed
into the room, but my parents told me later what was wrong with Rani.
She was convulsing, with her back arched, and both Pushpa and her
husband were required to keep her lying down. My mother has medical
training, and assessed that she was not having an epileptic seizure, but
was reluctant to send her to a hospital as there was a curfew on that
night. (Sri Lanka is in the grip of a civil war, and those who broke
terrorist imposed curfews were likely to be in some danger). Rani was
speaking frantically in a strange language that Pushpa said was neither
Sinhala or Tamil, but a language she had never heard before, spitting at
those in the room and grinning hysterically.
Finally, Rani fell asleep, and my parents and the servants took turns
watching her in the night. The next day she claimed to feel better and
have no memory of what had happened the night before. Later in the
afternoon, while Pushpa was busy, she ran away. Pushpa contacted
everyone she knew, but we never heard from her again.
We moved soon after that occurrence. Other than the things I
mentioned, the only strange things about the house were that more often
that normal we would lose or mislay various small possessions. After we
moved from the house, it remained vacant for at least the two years we
remained in the country. My whole family was glad to move away, as we
all said that we felt depressed when alone in the house. The next house
we lived in was completely unremarkable in terms of the supernatural.
By: philocrates@acsworld.net
My first Ghost was one on my Grandfather's farm. During the first
settlement of the area in PA [1740ish] the first grant owner's sister went
to get the cow. However the Indian's in the area had taken the cowbell off
and were ringing it. They scalped her. She was buried where she died in a
field near the main house. On a calm summer night we could hear the
cowbell. Even those who didn't believe could hear it. They still didn't
believe in Ghosts but it scared the daylights out of them. It always
stayed just ahead of you.
In the woods above the house [on top of a hill] there was always shadow
shapes moving at the very edge. I was strictly forbidden to go up there
and it was strong enough that I didn't. [Which is strange because I was
always doing what I shouldn't] I found out later when I was in my teens
there use to be a house there. No one would ever tell me what happened to it.
My Grandmother appeared after she died to me. She was basically my mother
and raised me. She would always show up when I was just getting very sick
leaning over me and looking concerned.
I tend to "feel" rather than see. I feel the emotions. When I was in my
teens my aunts elderly friend hadn't been seen for a day. My mother and
cousin when to check on her and found she had broken a hip. The house was
a 1700s origin and I was excited to be able to go in it. I stepped inside
that door and was met with a feeling of such pure unadultrated HATE I
immediately became sick and had to leave. My mother [who never did believe
in this stuff] said maybe I was picking up on the woman's feelings. I told
her no "THAT HOUSE HATES". It was hating something or someone so much you
made yourself sick all over [wave after wave of nausa]. I never went back in.
I have had riders as I call them. There is a mountain area near here with
a dirt road over it. I took it late one night as a shortcut. That way cut
off 30 miles. I realized there was something in the back seat. It was a
rotting corpse. It stayed with me thru the whole valley from one mountain
top to another [you have to cross 3 mountains on this road with very narrow
valley's in a 10 mile stretch] and it suddenly was gone. He wanted to scare
me and he was enjoying it. A friend told me there had been a man who
missed one of the sharp curves and ran his buggy off the side. They had
found the horse and buggy but never found him. He was the first but not
the last.
I have also noticed in the fall while I was walking thru the Graveyard the
sound of foot steps following me in the leaves. It is where most of my
family is buried.
In boot camp when we were being punished we would be what is called cycled.
It is exercises including running in place. The housing is 3 stories
high. We had the second floor. I slept in a bottom bunk. My bunkmate and
I woke up one night to the sound of running feet and thumping. I said to
her what the $#$#^ is that and her reply was "They are cycling the guys
upstairs they must have done something to piss of their Company Commander"
I said at 1 AM?
We both rolled over and went back to sleep for this wasn't unusual. It
dawned on us the next morning there was NO company in the upstairs unit. I
hated patrol up there. The shower curtians would sway for no reason and
there was no air and I kept getting feelings of fear. [not being afraid
but of fear very similar to the hate feeling]
When I lived in Fla for a while one of my cats got out with her collar on.
I heard her in the middle of the night and went out to look for her. I was
worried about her hanging herself with a nonexpandable collar. Coming down
the road toward me was a glowing greenish figure that took shape as it got
closer. It was half raw muscle and veins with exposed guts and eyeball and
the other half was bones. It was not a pretty sight to say the least. It
was also grinning. I ran back into the house woke my boyfriend and said
there is a ghost out there and described it. He just said Oh that is raw
head and bloody bones my grandfather use to use him to scare us to be good.
Yeah we have all [members of his family] seen him.
The place where he lived was strange. At a certian point the world looked
flat. If you stepped outside of that the perspective went back to normal.
It was about the shape of a large house. His home was a much smaller
modern one within the shape. When I was inside it felt as if I was being
watched from the windows. I could not look out them. The overwhelming
feeling was if I did I would see something so horrible I wouldn't be able
to stop screaming. I found out later that there had been a much larger
house there at the turn of the century which was rebuilt in the 1910's.
The first house was used to house the insane and had burned with the
inmates in it late one night in the 1880s or 90s. The second house had
burned in the 1970's for no reason they could ever determine.
Currently I live with the little black kitten. [I have birds so it must be
having a heyday] You see it streaking around and it will come under the
table as if to rub on your legs...
I have my buddy who is a sort of poltergeist. My buddy spends his time
finding things [course I think he does some loosing of them too]. Suddenly
they appear. The newest incident was the logging boots. We were to have a
snow storm last week. I have been hunting my logging boots forever. [with
our strange warm fall I didn't need them until now] I went in and they sat
in the bathroom one on either side of the commode [won't miss seeing them
there will I?].
I also have the one who lives upstairs. This one resides in the back
attic.[even my landlord who doesn't believe in ghosts hates that attic] He
use to venture all over the top attic and downstairs at night. He was a
walker with heavy tread and noises. However can I say we made a deal He
has full rein of the back attic which is his primary spot. I don't go in
there and he don't come out here. Seems to have worked. He hasn't been
downstairs in a long time. After all even a ghost needs his space.
It is strange for me to think that people have isolated incidents or have
never had a ghost "experience". I have been dealing with them since I was
little. My mother swore she never saw one because she didn't want to see
one. She believed she blocked it.
Advice? Go on the feeling. Not your reaction but the feeling. If it is
bad or fearful then it is. As to reactions... IF you were dead and NO one
noticed you how would you feel??? And if someone could... HEY.... They
know I am here....
I worked with the criminally insane as a prison guard. Worry more about
the live ones than the dead ones. There are some very sick people out
there.
By: hohrt@wans.net
Ridiculous as that sounds, it summarizes what I think happened 3 weeks
ago yesterday.
The setting is where I am now (in front of computer desk, with file
cabinet to the right), going through this web site, about 1 am CST. I
started remembering an incident when I was very young (nothing
supernatural) when I felt this bear-shaped coin jar (on top of above
mentioned file cabinet) looking at me. Just that, looking at me. It
was as real as any day time encounter with another human being.
Tense as I became, I waved at the jar (hoping 'it' was the person who
gave the jar to me, a sweet old lady Red Cross worker I knew in the
Army). Going to bed became a high priority right then. Next day after
work, that jar went into the storage room, and three pennies went over
the door to my apartment (a ritual read about here).
The pennies must have worked, not so much as to do with the jar (its
hidden, so who knows), as the movements in my peripheral vision I had
been plagued with had become centered in the direction of the door.
I.e., something had been locked out.
If I offended something benign, I am sorry. However, I was frightened.
By: JStew72@aol.com
I am now 26 married with two children and very interested in all of the
stories posted on this site. I write because of an incident that has left my
sister and my self pondering for years. As young girls, we shared an antique
bed that had about a foot of space under it. One night with my cat sleeping
on my head, I was awaken by the sound of an animals claws walking across the
hardwood floor of our bedroom. My cat, Chester had also heard it, as he at
full alert, and stopped purring. I wondered if the neighbors weener dog had
gotten in somehow, because the clicking of claws was loud enough that it had
to be the size of a small dog. My face grew hot from blood rushing through my
body, and I could hear my heart pounding. I was too frightened to speak to
my sister, so I laid perfectly still untill Chester jumped off the bed. I
beleived him to be my protector, untill I heard him hightailing it down the
hall.;-) Suddenly my sister tells me to go turn on the light, as she had
dropped her beloved stuffed animal. Thinking she would've heard it, and would
never send me into harms way, I hopped off the bed and walked over to the
light switch. As I rounded the bed, I saw two large red pointed eyes staring
at me from under my dresser. I flipped on the light, (and I still don't know
why,) I got down on my hands and knees to look under my dresser. I had a full
view under the bed and dressers and open closet.......... Nothing. Boy, I was
sure relieved. My sis said," o.k., turn off the light." I did, and low and
behold, there they were again under my bed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YIKES! Still I
did not say a word to my sister, as acknowledging it would make it real. As I
lay there and tried to sleep, it began wandering and actually ran into a
little book shelf my daddy had made. Eventually I slept and told a friend the
next day who laughed and said I was lying. About 6 years later I brought it
up to my sister who couldn't believe it. She had peered over the side of the
bed to see what was wandering around and saw the exact same eyes staring back
at her. That's when she told me to turn on the light!!!!!! My brother and
brother in law said it was probably a huge rat, but central Washington doesn't
have a real problem with dog sized rats. Not the mention the eyes were facing
forward, not on the sides, and they were pointed, not round. I will belive my
son if he is ever scared of the boogy man.
By: kristinnewell@hotmail.com
I am in the entertainment business here in Thailand. To begin with
Thailand is a very spiritual place, there are very few skeptics here.
On with the story.
I was invited to do a tv show that deals on the subjects of ghosts.
They were having a sort of real documentary piece about a very infamous
haunted house in Bangkok. The story of this house is that there was
once this japanese maid that lived there who worked for this really rich
thai guy who would constantly come home and rape this poor lady. The
maid had about all she could take and comitted suicide, hanging herself
in her bedroom. After that, her ghost would come back and literally
just terrorize this man, and the man finally moved out. Everyone knew
the story of this house, and the house was never to be sold again. The
house has been vacant for over 10 years now, it is a place where drug
dealers go to sell drugs, but nobody dares to stay there.
When they asked me to go to this house, of course I was petrified! But
I agreed to go because 2 of my friends were going to go in with me. We
had the whole camera crew and lots of bonfires set up in side the house
so we could see, which made it a bit less frightening. To make this
long story short, while we were filming nothing scary happened to us,
except for some practical pranks the film crew played on us. But just
before the show was over, a friend of mine, who came to watch asked me
for my car keys so we could get the hell outta there when it was done,
so I agreed. We were finally done! Just then my friend came over to me
and told me the doors locked by themselves, with the keys in the
ignition, and the engine already running. I tried to think practically,
it had to be a screwup with the alarm. I told my friend he needed to go
back to my house (about a 15 min. drive) and get my extra set of car
keys, so he left.
It was now pitch dark with only a couple of friends there and a couple
of the cameramen waiting around. All the sudden I hear this loud scream
of woman from inside the house, I freaked! I asked my friends if anyone
heard it, the only guy that said he had heard it was my friend that had
actually gone inside the house with me. I tried to ignore it and not
long after my friend arrived with the keys. We all got into the car and
tried to hurry ourselves out of there, then BOOM! My tire explodes,
right in front of the damn house, I didn't care, I kept on driving
until I found some street lights. After that, there was no way I was
going to sleep at home. I ended up sleeping at my friend's house, now I
have stayed at my friend's house a lot and I never knew he had any dogs,
but that night they started going crazy! We got so scared we didn't
know what to do so we prayed, and I swear to God the dogs just stopped
barking. The scary thing is this ghost is infamous for following people
home. Ever since then I have learned that ghosts ARE real, no matter
what science tries to prove, and people need to respect them.
By: Morrisville@erols.com
Hi. I don't know if this is really the right place for me. I feel kind of
silly writing all of this down. I don't even know who's going to see
this... First off, my name is Joanna . Feel free to call me Jo. I'm
21 and haven't lived with ghosts for a while. For years now. But my
memories in that house are enough to keep me convinced for a lifetime.
Nothing tragic happened there. I was never hurt or attacked. I haven't
been traumatized for life. But everything that happened there was so... It
was incredible for me. I hope no one minds my coming here and sharing my
stories.
My friend Russ told me that his psychic friend (not off the phone, he
insists he really had one) told him I was something of a ghost beacon. That
they could see me easily and they were attracted to me. That's why there
were so many in the house. I was sure of the woman, the man, and the little
girl, although there may have been others. I'll talk about each
individually.
There was a lady who hung out downstairs. I hope this doesn't bore anybody.
I picked her first because I decided to save the best for last. Anyway, we
all saw here. Ever see somebody approaching from the corner of your eye and
then no one shows up? Well, this happened so many times. But more clearly
than that. And everyone in my family saw her from the same exact place.
Downstairs we had a backyard porch right behind the kitchen. My step-father
turned that porch into a family room, but never took the windows out of the
kitchen. It was an odd set-up, but it worked. Well, occasionally when I'd
be sitting on the couch I'd see my younger sister coming through the
kitchen. To get back there you went through the kitchen, through the dining
room, then back. I'd often see her go into the dining room, but no one
would come out. Going in to look for her... Of course she'd never be
there. But I wasn't the only one who saw her. Once my step-father
approached me and my sister and asked who it was. He had seen one of us go
into the dining room clearly. We laughed at him. We knew who he had seen.
Now there's the man. He's the only one who actually... touched stuff. Once
he flung the lid to my trinket box onto the floor. It was a malevolent
gesture. Kind of, a "Hey, guess who's around!" type of thing. He did
things like that often. Let us know he was there in friendly ways, only he
ended up terrifying one of my friends so that he'd never come back to my
house. I lived every other weekend with my two step-sisters and
step-brother. That just added to me and my sister and my brother. Six of
us total (not including the newest addition to our group who wasn't around
or old enough for most of this stuff). So of course there were tons of
childish pranks and practical jokes. One night my friend had to call home.
I tossed him the cordless and he told me there was no dial tone. I checked
the other kitchen phone and he was right. I ran upstairs to my phone and
saw that someone had hit the speaker phone button. I hit it again, and when
the red light went out, I ran down and told him to make his call. Once
again, there was no dial tone. I ran up again, annoyed this time. Once
again, the red button was on. I ran back down told him to go ahead. He put
the phone up to his ear and just looked at me. I yelled up the steps, "Who
ever's doing that better knock it the hell out!" That's when my girlfriend
who had also been there said, "Jo, everyone's in the family room." We both
looked up the steps with a mixture of awe and fear. We told Keith we'd
watch the phone while he made his call. We went up, hit the button (of
course the red button was on again) and called down to Keith to make his
call. Wouldn't you know it worked this time. But Keith ran out the door
and said, "I'm sorry Jo, but I'm never coming over your house again.
This fellow loved jokes. Once when we came home from shopping at a nearby
mall, I called dibs on the bathroom. My brother was the only one out of the
car first and he made a bee-line for the house. I didn't see where he had
gone, but when I pushed the door open to the hall-way the door shut in my
face. When I pushed on it again, my brother pushed back from the other
side. I started yelling at him and fighting with him to open the door and
let me in. I was struggling with him for about ten seconds (I was really
surprised because he was usually a lot weaker then that) when I finally
burst, "Chris, let me in now!" All of a sudden I heard, "Jo..?" Of course
Chris (and I believe everyone else, too) was in the living room staring at
me. I looked to the door and gave it a gentle nudge. It swung open easily.
Now for the one I actually without a doubt saw. One night I was
baby-sitting my mother's best friend's daughter. She was two or three at
the time. A small girl. I woke up in the middle of the night to see her
figure standing by my bureau (not a whole lot of light through the window).
I sat up groggily and said, "Mandy, Honey, what are you doing out of bed?"
She gasped and absolutely took off down the hall. I never saw a kid bolt
like that. I heard her footsteps go back into her room, but I figured I
better tuck her in. When I got to her room, she was out like a light. And
this child wasn't pretending to be asleep. And she certainly hadn't just
sprint like a leopard, either. That little girl didn't appear often. I
only saw her once. But my Daddy told me that when my sister and I were
little, he saw one of us walking around upstairs while we were supposed to
be napping. When he went up to put whoever it was back in bed, he found us
both asleep.
That's pretty much it. There was one incident that confuses me, though.
One night when my cousin was sleeping over I felt her throw a pillow at my
face. I yelled at her and started feeling around for the pillow. Of course
there was none. She told me she hadn't thrown anything. It had felt like a
pillow almost. Or like a really strong puff of wind. Just with more mass
then air. I don't even know if that was a malevolent gesture. Just an
isolated incident. One that doesn't seem to fit with the others.
Well, that just about does it. I hope I didn't put anyone to sleep. It
really was a pleasure getting all of this down, though. If anyone wants to
get back to me, please, I'm begging you to write me. I'd love to give what
I can. This stuff didn't terrify me. It scared me a bit at the time, but
gave me a love for ghosts and an eagerness to find out more about them. So
if you want to hear anything more or talk to me about your experiences,
please email Jo.
Hope to hear from you!
By: JSi9997271@aol.com
I must admit, I had never been much of one to believe in ghosts or
supernatural phenomena until I had a rather chilling conversation with a
friend of mine's mother back in 1989. She was a cherokee lady, and one day at
my friends house she began to tell me that weird experiences had followed her
from place to place since childhood. As we talked, she told me the story of
her daughter. Her daughter had been murdered in a park in Durham, North
Carolina in 1985. It seems that the next night after the funeral, she had a
very strange dream, or so she thought. At about 3:00 a.m. , she heard a knock
on the door. She went to answer the door, and when she opened it , her
daughter was standing in the doorway wearing the dress she was buried in. Her
daughter said "mamma, i've come home, i'm home mamma". She told me that she
woke up immediately after this, but attributed it to the trauma of having just
lost a child. The next morning, she was preparing breakfast for her two sons,
who were only around 10 and 12 at the time. They were playing in the sisters
room, and one of them opened the closet. They came out terrified yelling
"mamma, the dress is in the closet, the dress is in the closet." Not knowing
what they were talking about, she went with them into her sisters room. There
hanging in the closet was the dress that her daughter had been buried in the
day before! I thought this was all crazy, saying "yeah, right." Then she
proceded to show me a couple of pictures. She had taken a picture of her
daughter in the casket right before they had closed it . (why do people do
this?) Anyway, she showed me where there was a little blood on the collar
where the mortician had done a sloppy job (she had been badly beaten). She
then showed me the dress that had been hanging in the closet, and it had the
exact same blood marks on it as did the picture! I had unbelievable chills run
down my spine. Even weirder when I went to pull out of their driveway that
night, I looked in my rearview mirror, and he daughter was sitting in my back
seat smiling at me. I turned around quickly, and she was gone.Nothing in my
mirror either. I almost did not believe this, but it's funny how it takes
something like this to get someone to believe sometimes. This was my first,
but not my last ghostly experience. It seems like this opened a door for
weird stuff, but I will never forget that night.
By: semery@contractconxxion.com
Hello again, this is Sherry. Last night I wrote to you about an
experience in my California home...seeing my daughter in the window,
then discovering that she was at her friends house and not where I had
seen her at all. When I first began my letter I had mentioned that I
wanted to tell you about two experiences. Well, tonight I am writing to
tell you about the second experience. For me it was the most terrifying
experience in my life.
It happened this way...
I had just wakened from my sleep, it was about 7:00 AM. The state I was
in was some where between being awake and asleep when all of a sudden I
began to experience a terrible sensation all over my body. It felt as if
my body was inside a compression chamber. At first I felt hands touching
me, then I felt a body covering my body. It all happened in a very
intimate way. Once I felt the presence of this thing pressing against by
entire body, I mean, It was like I was in a vice grip from head to toe.
I began to experience a tremendous amount of fear, yet mentally
questioning what was happening at the same time. Then the pressure began
to increase, it became stronger and stronger, to the point where my fear
began to turn into terror. It became so intense and horrifying. My
body was being squeezed to the point beyond pain. I sensed the most
heightened sense of evil, it was beyond anything that I could possibly
imagine. I felt it crushing my life away. If it didn't stop, I knew I
was going to die. I was in such a state of terror that even when I
tried to scream I could not. Finally, upon my realization that my only
tool was my mind and heart I began praying to God, saying his name over
and over, begging for his protection. It was only after this that I felt
it's grip on me slowly began to break and release. Finally, it seemed
like it was gone. It actually was gone. But the effects of what it had
done to me kept me completely horrified. When the whole experience was
over I couldn't tell if it was really real or just a very bad nightmare.
what was really strange was that this was the second time that I had
experience this. The first time it happened it was very mild or subtle
and not threatening at all, just strange. It was the latter that was
terrifying. That same morning I called a friend of my who had always
been physic. I explained to her what had happened and asked her if it
were a dream or real. After some consideration she said that she thought
that it was a dream, however, for a long time she has sensed something
very evil in the back part of my house, where my bedroom was.
Even though I didn't experience that again, for many nights after the
experience I slept with all my lights on and cried myself to sleep.
A couple of years earlier while I was out of the State and living with
my husband where his job was (in Florida), my oldest daughter was living
in the house by herself. So I had decided to call her and ask her if
anything strange had ever happened to her while living in the house. She
told me that there were several occasions when she heard things and a
few times she actually saw some very strange things. Many of the noises
we sounds of doors opening and closing, the TV coming on by itself and
then shutting off. Then she said that the house became so cold
everywhere that she felt forced back into my bedroom, she said it was
the only place she could get warm. So she began to sleep there. Then one
night she said she was awakened by something and when she opened her
eyes she saw a line of people who looked Amish walking down the hall
toward her, they continued walking right into the bedroom and right
through the walls leading outside. She said she was horrified by what
she saw and as a result she moved a bed out into the living room and
continued to sleep in there from then on.
After I spoke to her about all of what had seen and my own experiences I
remembered that my next door neighbors had mentioned years earlier, when
we had bought the house that they had a ghost. At the time I laughed and
shrugged my shoulders, but now I decided that I would go talk to them
about all of this. But first, before telling them anything I began
asking them a lot of questions, trying to assertion any correlation.
They had lots of stories to tell me and they did. They had been living
in their house for about 30 years or so. I didn't see any connection
until after they were done telling me their experiences, I began telling
them about my daughter's and then mine. Their were two instances where
our stories connected. The first one was when they had their daughter
home one night and had some girlfriends at their house for the evening.
To make a long story short. They had seen a forth girl sitting on the
floor with the other girls talking and laughing. when they left the room
and then returned just a few minutes later, the girl was gone. When they
asked about her whereabouts everyone one said there's no one else here.
You must be seeing things. There was another time when they saw the same
girl walking into a bedroom of the house.
The connection? you may wonder is this: After my first experience of
seeing whom I thought was my daughter in the window late at night (the
experience I sent you last night) was where I started to make a
connection. You see later after that experience, I began to analyze the
whole "ghost theory" and after much thought I realized that whom I saw
in the window may very well have been the image of my sister who died at
age 14, she was almost 15 when she had died from a terrible freak horse
accident. My youngest daughter Sara resembles my sister very much. Once
my neighbor Al told me about seeing this young girl those two times in
his house I asked him to describe what she looked like to me. The more
he described her the more she sounded like my sister. Finally I went
home and got an old photograph of my sister and took it over to Al. I
showed the photo to him and asked him did the girl resemble her. He
looked at it for a good long minute and said, yes. What is so strange
is that when Al and his wife Wilma saw this girl years before, It was
many years prior to my buying the house next to them. Although it was
after my sister's death. As things turned out Al and Wilma have become
my closest and dearest friends. If fate were something that is real I
would say that it was just that that brought us together.
The other connection was when I was sitting in Al and Wilma's living
room with them talking one night. I began to tell them about my
horrifying experience of the hands and body, then the pressure to near
death. Once I had finished telling them about what had happened Al
looked at Wilma and then at his arm, then he looked at me and said look
at my arm. I looked at his arm and the hairs were standing straight up.
He then told me that there had been several occasions when he had
experienced almost exactly the same thing. The only difference was that
his experience wasn't as intense--to the point of near death as mine.
Then Wilma told me about waking up several times because she felt hands
on her. She would ask Al to stop touching her, thinking that it was he.
But it wasn't. She described the hands lightly caressing her back and
shoulders in a very motherly way. Strange.
There have been many experiences in both houses by both Al and Wilma and
their girls, and also by my daughter Jessica and myself. Like I
mentioned last night, the only thing that has ever seemed to make a
difference was when my husband is home, in the house. Everything is
quiet then.
I am very curious as to what other's thoughts might be about these
events. I Especially would like to hear from people who have some kind
of knowledge of the paranormal.
Thank you for listening.
By: BigSouza@aol.com
It is now Decemeber 3rd, 1998, and I am writing about this
encounter now at the suggestion of a friend who I told it to the previous
evening. Although this was a very strange and frieghtening experience, I am
not sure of the exact day and date on which it happened, except that it was in
September of 1995. I have not spoke of this to anyone since it happened other
than my friend and I must admit I feel a little bit uncomfortable writing
about it, but maybe it will help me deal with this experience better, as I
still think about it on a day to day basis. I was a security officer at an old
hospital in Massachusettes, which was purchased by the state and had several
abandoned floors and wings. The hospital contained a detox unit, a court
ordered program for people convicted of drunken driving offenses, and of all
things to go along with these programs, a unit for people suffering from
respiritory difficulties. We were required to do patrols throughout all area's
of the hospital, interior and exterior, and even check the floors and wings
that had not been in service for years. I had been working in the hospital for
about four months at the time on the overnight shift, and although I was
slightly weary of checking these vacant floors, which were in semi-darkness at
the time, tried to put any "Fears" I may have had out of my head. There were
two of us on during the midnight shift, and I think it was either at two or
three in the morning it was my turn to do the rounds. I started the way I
usually did, working from the sixth floor down. I finally began to check the
second floor, which at one time was a wing to treat terminally ill patients, I
knew thats what it was for at one time but never really thought anything of
it. I checked the floor from one end to the other , checking all the rooms and
the old office behind the nurses station, and all was clear. As i started
making my way back towards the elevator to go to the first floor, I heard the
sound of voices. I could not make out whether it was two or three, but they
were without a doubt there coming from not to far down the hall that I had
just checked. The first thing that came to my mind was that these were detox
clients that had gotten off thier unit, past the detox staff and made thier
way down to the second floor, and were fooling around, possibly hiding in the
closets of one of the rooms I had just checked. I listened very intently to be
sure of myself, and could clearly hear the voices. The strange thing was that
they sounded like they were just voices, which could be heard very clearly,
but there were no words, just voices. I called out down the hall for who ever
it was to step out of the room into the hallway. I got no response to this
request. I called out again. Still no response, but the voices were still
there. I used my radio to contact my partner and alert her that I had a
trespass situation on the second floor as this is what I thought I was dealing
with and needed her assistance. The response I got back over the radio came
back broken up and nearly in-audible. To me personally that was no surprise as
that was a typical occurance with our communications system, but I was sure I
had gotten a response out of her as I thought I heard her voice through all
the crackling and interference. I began to make my way down the hall, thinking
without a doubt in my mind I was dealing with detox clients. I called out
again for whoever it was to step out into the hallway. That's when I noticed
the temperature suddenly drop in the hallway that was warm just a few seconds
ago, due to the fact that it was a warm September night. And although in the
back of my mind I knew it was there, it finally hit me that a crackling sound
was coming over my radio even though I had not hit the button to transmit. I
tried once again to contact my partner over the radio, knowing full well that
if she heard me the first time she would have been here by now, but the
crackling and interference continued to come over the radio whether I hit the
button to transmit or not. At that point I could feel something was just not
right, but I tried to tell myself that this was just a couple of people who
had wandered onto the hospitals old out of service unit. I noticed at this
time that the voices had gotten louder and the hallway had gotten colder, and
all I could think about was getting off the floor to the elevator or the
stairway. The stairway was closer to me so I turned and began searching for my
keys to unlock the door. The voices were louder now and more presistant, and I
could clearly hear footsteps along with them, not coming from one direction of
the hallway, but all directions. The voices started coming from all directions
as well, and that's when I fell to the floor, which was ice cold, just as cold
as putting you're hand on a steel fence outside during the dead of winter, I
wanted to push myself away from the floor as soon as I touched it but I did'nt
have the energy to do so. All I could hear was voices, but I still could not
make out what was being said, and the footsteps were growing louder. I was on
my hands and knees, looking at the floor, I struggled to hold my head up, just
so I could find the door leading to the stairs, but what instead caught my
attention was what looked like several people walking around me. I could'nt
make out what they looked like or if they were male or female, as they had no
faces and no type of clothing could be seen. They simply looked like wrinkles
and blurs in the air with a human shape walking all around me through the
dimly lit hallway. It was then that one of these "shapes" walked towards me as
I was still on my hands and knees, and then walked right "through" me. At that
point I had severe difficulty breathing, and seemed to lose more control of
myself physically that
I already had. I struggled painfully to get air into my lungs and then force
it out. After repeating this process several times, I noticed a funny taste in
my mouth, and then noticed several small puddles of blood on the floor, which
I was exhaling with the air. It was then that I panicked and then forced
myself to then stairwell door with every ounce of strength that I had, which
was not much, and when I almost had myself standing, fell to the floor again.
I was really begining to lose control of myself at this point, due to the fact
that I was very scared, and, I don't know if people always feel this way in
ghost encounters, but thought I was going to die. I was still having
difficulty breathing, and still had blood coming up from my throat. I was also
shaking uncontrolably, and was struggling to regain control of myself,as the
hallway was still very active with voices, footsteps, and blurry images which
continued to wander up and down the unit. I tried once again for the keys and
practically crawled to the stairwell door. My hand touched the doorknob, which
even though I was very cold already, was absoloutley freezing and almost
stingingly painful to the touch. I grabbed for the key, the whole time
thinking that it was so cold that the lock may be frozen. I managed to control
my shaking just long enough to get the key into the lock and turn it. I fell
through the door and out of the unit out into the stairwell, crawling from the
hallway to the stairs. The door finally closed once I got my legs out of the
way, and the warm air in the dimly lit stairwell hit me almost immediately,
and I could feel some of the energy coming back. If this phenomenon was still
going on behind the door I had just exited, I did'nt care one bit, I wanted to
get as far away from it as I could. I grabbed the railing for support and
walked myself, still quite shaken, down the stairs to the first floor, and
into a bathroom. I was breathing easier now, but was coughing heavily, I made
my way to a toilet, which I coughed up several clots of blood up into, and
when I was done checked myself out in a mirror. My eyes were glassy and
bloodshot, my skin was very pale, and for a guy freezing his rear off a few
minutes ago, sweating like a pig. I splashed some cold water on my face,
toweled off and tried to compose myself the best I could, and then made my way
back to the security office, where my partner immediately noticed that I
was'nt back in the same condition that I left in earlier. She questioned me on
why I took so long on my patrol, at which point I realized she did not get my
transmission over the radio earlier, and when I asked her about it, stated
that she had her radio with her the whole time, and not once did che receive a
transmission from me. I used the excuse of illness for the reason why the
patrol took as long as it did, and further stated that I thought I should go
home. A replacement was called in for me and I left immediatley upon his
arrival. I arrived home and sat in the living room trying to make sense of
what happened, but I could'nt. I never spoke a word of this to my fiance, my
co-workers on that job, or the one I have now, or any of my friends until last
night. I still don't fully understand what happened that morning. Although I
was apparently hurt physically, I don't think it was done intentionally by
whatever it was, I had been on that floor several times before and never
encountered anything at all like what I came face to face with then, or
anywhere else throughout the hospital for that matter. I think I may have just
been up there at the wrong time or my presence there set something off.
There's not a day that goes by that I don't think about what happened. I never
spoke about it because, like alot of other people who have been in this
situation feel I'm sure, I thought nobody would believe me or they would think
I'm crazy. I was very scared at the time, but looking back on it now, it was a
freightening, but interesting experience, and I actually hope to have another
encounter without the same side effects. Thank you for giving me the
opportunity to write about this experience, and thank you for listening.
By:raymond.white11@gte.net
dear sir I am writing in regards to a haunting by a ghost and a cat in our old home.we were not forced out by the ghost.but rather,haunted by sightings nightly and noise.not just slight noise but books and papers crashing to and around the house.this only happened once or twice.but the sightings were nightly to the point of waking me and my family by staring at us. We built our home and this is when the problem started. It never attempted to hurt any of us but made it's presence well known to anyone that spent more than one night. I told my wife of this ghost for several months. But she thought that I was perhaps having a little to much to drink. Until one night this ghost made itself known to her by waking her up in the middle of the night. She awoke me with a elbow in the ribs. I looked and said to her I told you about him. Loud voices didn't bother it at all, but when I turned on the lamp it disappeared from sight. We often seen and heard the ghost. This wasn't the worst of the problem. I then started having dreams about things happening. At first I thought nothing of it but after having a dream three times one week, I then told my wife about the dream. I dreamed that a vacant double wide home next door would burn down. Needless to say 45 days later it burnt down. One week later I dreamt that our neighbor house next door several hundred yards away burnt down. 29 days after my dream it also burnt down.i then had another dream about another house burning down and 28 days there about it burnt down. By this time my wife was getting nervous, and I dont mind saying I myself was also getting very nervous. Soon after that we were forced to move because of the lack of work. I later was told that this property was an old indian battle ground. Since we have moved this problem has ceased. I don't mind saying I am glad. Thanks for your time.
By: parulis@gibralter.net
Hi, I am sorry I do not have a story to tell you ,but I do want to say
that I read the story Camp Zama. I thought it was really neat because I just
moved from Japan 7 months ago.I went to Zama American High School. I was
in the JROTC program,and we went on a tour around the base. They told us
how the road leading to Zama was one of the first paved roads, because Zama
was a Japanese military base for WW2. I was shown the area where the
suicides took place and there is now a man-made pond and park where the stables
burned down. There is also a statue for the men who died and the horses
with a small description of what happened. I also had many friends that
lived on Sagami-hara, who told me of the many times they heard moving
around in their houses and would wake up to find things missing. Also
there were the times when my friends would be out walking around late at night
returning from the park there. They always saw beams of light moving in
between the houses like someone was trying to find something. Another
story was that the park was haunted, and if you went there late at night you
could hear the moaning of the dead who wanted their place of death back,
and some say they were even chased out of the park by apparitions
carrying flashlights. I can not tell you if these stories are true, but I have
every reason not to doubt them, along with the first author of Camp Zama. I
wanted to write and say that it is a small world, and how neat it was
that someone else knew of the sightings and stories of Camp Zama.
By: H2OBOOTS@aol.com
I have been reading your stories and have two to share. They are not as
exciting as some of the ones I have read but would like to know if anyone else
has had similar experiences.
When my husband and I were first married we lived in a small mobile home on a
small tidal creek in Beaufort, South Carolina. It only had 2 bedrooms and a
very small kitchen that was located in the very front with the sink facing 2
windows. This meant that when you were washing dishes that your back would be
facing the the rest of the mobile home. Whenever I was in the house alone or
my husband was sleeping and I was doing the dishes I would feel like someone
was walking up behind me and I would have to turn around. No one was ever
there but the feeling always remained. It got so bad that I started doing the
dishes turned sideways or only when someone else was there with me. I first
thought that I was just being paranoid until things started turning up
missing. We would put groceries in the cabinet and then go to get them and
they would be gone. My husband thought that someone was coming into the house
and taking them but we could never figure out how they got in and why they
would take the items that were missing. I always knew what was missing because
we lived on a very tight budget and bought groceries with each meal planned.
Also, we would go to bed and wake up with all the cabinet doors in the kitchen
open. Never any of the cabinets in any other part of the house just the ones
in the kitchen. My husband lived in this mobile home before we got married and
he told me that before I moved in there was a door between the livingroom and
the hallway that connected the 2 bedrooms and the bathroom. Because he was
single he often slept in the livingroom in front of the T.V.. He said that he
finally took the door off the hinges and put it outside because everynight
when he shut the door he would walk up to find it wide open. Everyone we told
this story to told us it was just pressure changes in the house or that we
were imagining things but when we moved we never had these kind of experiences
in our new home. I still feel like there was something there but I never
really knew what.
My second experience happened after we moved to another town in South Carolina
called Walterboro. My husband was working out of town and my sister, 2 of her
friends and I decided to go Charleston to have dinner and catch a movie and
just waste some time. On the way back to Walterboro my sister told me of an old
haunted church called Pon Pon that we would pass by on the way home. Pon Pon
is the ruines of a church that was burnt down several times before it was
finally decided not to rebuild. All that is left standing is 4 brick walls
with large holes where the stained glass windows would have been. The story
around this area is that sometimes there will be lights in the windows that no
one can explain. We all agreed that it would be fun to stop and check it out.
We all thought it was a great joke. When we got there it was pitch black and
we used the headlights from the car to see. When we got out of the car and
walked towards the church I felt a deep feeling of cold and the hairs on the
back of my neck stood up. The closer to the church I got the worse the feeling
was until I couldn't go any further. I have never felt a feeling like that
before, not even in the mobile home where we lived before. Although I had felt
something in our mobile home it was never like this. The only way I can
explain it is just a feeling of WRONGNESS. No one else felt it but I wanted to
leave right then and made everyone get in the car. I never saw the lights that
everyone said would appear but what I felt convinced me that I would never go
back. From then on whenever anyone says something about Pon Pon I always tell
them that I will NEVER go back. People always tell me that I just scared
myself but I KNOW that I felt something and I didn't like it. Since then I
have wondered if other people have had similar experieces. I know I'm not
crazy and I didn't scare myself. Something was there and whatever it was
wasn't nice. I later found out that people say that Pon Pon is used for Black
Mass and have wondered if this had anything to do with what I felt.
By: lhauselt@softcom.net
I was born and raised in the California gold country. The
house I lived in from the time I was three to 14 years old
was DEFINITELY strange. It was located just outside of town off of the
main highway at the edge of a wooded area.
It wasn't that old at the time, maybe 20 to 30 years old. I didn't know
the history of it, other than we were renting it from
a college history professor and his wife, who seemed a little odd to me
at the time.
I started sensing that the place was kind of strange when I
was in grade school. At night I often felt like something
else was in the house that you couldn't see, and I was scared a lot. I
heard lots of noises - the normal ones like settling
and wood rats that had gotten inside our walls, but there were other
things that could not be explained.
In the summertime I would hear human footsteps outside my
window. This would start at around 2:00 a.m., and it
was usually around August that I heard them. This happened for several
years that I can remember. I was never brave
enough to look and see what was making the sounds. I knew there was no
reason for anyone to pace around there night
after night at that time (or any other time for that matter). I'd go
to my mother's room and beg her to let me sleep in her bed
and she'd reluctantly let me sleep there. I felt better not being
alone.
One night, during another part of the year, I got up to go
to the bathroom. I stepped into the small hall in the center
of the house and looked into the living room. There was a row of
windows along the front wall in there, and the drapes were
usually kept open. I saw the siluoette of a man's head moving down and
up in front of one of the windows. There was no
sound. I shot into my bed and pulled the covers over my head, my heart
pounding. There was absoutely no reason for that
guy (whoever or whatever he was) to be there!
On another occasion, I awoke to find myself on the other
side of my double bed. I felt the presence of another body
on my side but I thought it was my mother, so I didn't think any more
about it and went back to sleep. She had fought with
my dad earlier in the evening, and I told her she could sleep in my room
if she wanted to. The next morning she was not in
my bed when I awoke, so I asked her about it. She said she did not come
into my room that night - she slept in her own bed
as my dad left and went to the place he was staying in Stockton (he was
doing some work for my grandfather just outside of
that city). Who was in my bed that night? I have no siblings, and no
one else was there.
Just below the window closest to my bed there was a robin
and her babies in a nest she built in the bushes that grew
there. I liked to watch them, and thought it was really neat that they
were there. This was in the late spring-early summer,
so I kept that window open a lot, even at night (no air-conditioning).
This window was about eight feet up from the ground
and the nest was about 18 inches below the window. The window was
double-hung and had a screen that hung from two
hinges at the top and was latched shut. I woke up one morning to find
the screen opened, hanging from one hinge and the
lower left corner was caught in the bushes and opened about a foot
wide! There was no sign of the robin family or any part
of their nest. I was horrified. We had two cats and I thought maybe
one of them had done it. If they had, they would have
fallen out the window, given the distance between the window and the
nest. They were both in the house, and had not gotten
out. When I closed and relatched the screen, I checked to see if a cat
could have unlatched the latch. It hooked in pretty
tightly - a cat could not unlatch it. I checked all around outside, and
there was absolutely no sign of the nest, or that the birds
had ever been there.
One night my mother had some people over to visit. When we
walked the last guests out to their car at about 1:00
in the morning, we heard a sound coming from another part of the
property. We went to investigate, and found one of the
faucets turned on full blast! (There were several faucets located on
the property). My mom questioned everyone who was
at the house that night and nobody turned on that faucet.
On yet another night, I woke up and looked out the window.
An orange-gold ball came down from the sky(?) and
made a weird bouncing motion through the air. It went behind some trees
and made a flash. I looked at my clock and it
was about 3:15 a.m. That could have been ball lightning, but I'd never
seen anything like it before or since then.
Years later, I discussed that house with my mom. She
admitted to feeling uneasy living there and had also seen the
siluoetted man in the living room. We both heard many of the same
sounds and thought there was something strange about
the place. The house has since been sold twice, and as far as I know
the current residents have been there for quite a while.
I now live in a city about an hour and a half's drive away, and the last
time I was up in that area visiting was in Jan. 1996.
That house had been repainted and the kitchen enlarged (from what I
could see from the road). I do have to wonder if
the current residents ever experienced anything unusual.
Well, that's my story. Thanks for reading.
By:ctessier@francomedia.qc.ca
My name is Laura. I`m submitting you a true story of a strange
occurence that I hope you won`t consider as "passé" since it happened
to my mother a very long time ago and would be now difficult to
investigate. Here it goes:
The following is an actual event which happened to my mother along with
two relatives back in the late 1940`s when she was 13 or 14 years old.
My mother, a city child, used to spend her summers at her aunt Patsy's
farm situated in Albany (now known as Carignan) Quebec, Canada. Back
then in the area lived several Polish and Ukrainian farmers. One calm
sunny afternoon in 1948 or 1949, my mother, her mother (my grandmother)
and her aunt Anastasia (my great aunt and half-sister of my grandmother
and aunt Patsy) &endash; all three (except great-aunt Patsy) went to visit a
neighbour at his house. He was a very old man &endash; a Ukrainian immigrant
in his 90's &endash; whose wife (also over 90) had died just a few months
earlier. My mother had met the woman while she was alive a few times
before and had found her to be a very nice old lady.
The visit that afternoon went along well. My mother recalls that the
elderly neighbour had mentioned to them during their conversation that
he felt lonely not having his wife anymore. When it was time to leave,
it was still a calm sunny afternoon outside. The old man said to them
in Ukrainian "Oh please wait before you go, I would like to give you
some extra potatoes from my garden as I have too many for myself`". So
they agreed, and off the neighbour went outside to his garden in the
back of his house, leaving all three standing in the kitchen. During
the wait, my grandmother and great-aunt Anastasia began talking between
themselves. My mother remembers that my great-aunt Anastasia had made
a foolish remark about the dead lady, joking that since the woman was
now dead, her husband could no longer make love to her anymore. Then
immediately after &endash; it couldn't have been more than a minute - the
screen kitchen door opened from outside. (Now this was the type of door
common on old farmhouses &endash; a wood frame screen door held by a strong
spring, and that a visitor would have to pull open from the outside to
come in). With a swooshing sound - like a gust of wind - came in an
object over and around their heads that looked like a dirty dish towel &endash;
it was greyish-white - and it kept circling wildly and frantically
around and around them in the air towards the ceiling. All three
relatives were astounded and terribly frightened. My grandmother
exclaimed in horror: "My, it is the soul of the dead woman!" and with
that, she grabbed my mother by the arm and all three ran out of the
house just as the old man was coming out of his garden. He saw them
running and he shouted after them, "Wait, wait! Why are you running
away, don't you want the potatoes?" Great-aunt Anastasia who was
running, along with my mother and grandmother, turned her head around in
the direction of the old man, and shouted back waving: "Oh! No! No! No!
we must leave right now, we can't stay, we have something important to
do" and all three ran back in terror to my great-aunt Patsy's farm.
Never again did they go to visit the old man. They were just too
scared! Being superstitious women, my grandmother and great-aunt
cautioned my mother to never tell anyone about what happened or else
people will think they are crazy or that something bad will happen to
them.
As I was growing up I could never discuss this occurrence with my
grandmother (she was senile by the time I was born in 1961) but I did
try with great-aunt Anastasia at a wedding shower in 1987 before she
herself died. She didn't appreciate my having brought up the subject
but nevertheless dismissed the word "ghost" (being as superstitious as
she was) and said that she thought that the object was a bat that flew
in. I have wondered if it were a bird, but of course a bird more
closely resembles a bat and it would have made chirping or screeching
sounds since it would have been probably frightened in its new
surroundings. My mother, on the other hand, believed and still
believes to this day that it was a ghost. It certainly didn't look like
a bat, bird or even animal to her (as far as we know, bats come out at
dusk or night - not in broad daylight - and are usually dark coloured,
not greyish-white), and how could a dirty dish towel or rag of some kind
come in by itself from the outdoors and fly like crazy around and around
people standing in a room? (especially when the door had to be pulled
from outside in order for someone or something to come into the house).
I saw the house myself (from outside and at a distance of about 100
yards) a few times in the 1970's as a child. I recall it being an old
two-storey brown farmhouse from the turn of the century situated not far
from railroad tracks. Today I do not know if it is still standing since
I haven't visited that part of town since 1979. (I've heard that most
of the farms are now gone - the area has become more urban - as people
have been building themselves bungalows there since the 1980's).
Every now and then over the years (now counting 50), the memory of this
event comes up with my mother and still to this day it remains a
mystery. Although we are both not great fans of the paranormal and
distrust the majority of psychics, this did happen and we would like an
explanation. Was the object truly the spirit of the dead woman (as
believed by my late grandmother) who appeared because she was upset by
my great-aunt's remark? Or did an invisible force or spirit open the
door and propel a dirty cloth (resembling a greyish-white towel for
wiping dishes) inside the kitchen? Or was it something else? We would
also like to know if occurences similar to ours have been seen before.
Nevertheless, here is a valuable lesson the experience has taught our
family: "Speak no evil of anyone, even if they are dead".
By: Desiree26@webtv.net
When I was 10 my family moved into a 3 bedroom condo in San Diego. (My
mom, step-dad, 5 yr. old sister and me) After our parents signed the
lease, they took me and my sister to go see the place and pick out or
bedroom. (my sister and I were to share one room and make the other one
a playroom for us) We picked out the room we wanted. As my mom, me, and
my sister were standing in that empty room, I said it smells like peanut
butter in here. My mom gave me a startled look then said , yeah, it
does. Someone must have had a sandwich in here when they were cleaning
up the place. I woudn't know why my mom looked so startled when I
mentioned peanut butter until later.
About a week into living in the place, I awoke from a deep sleep in the
middle of the night. My bed was shaking pretty hard. I screamed out to
my mom down the hallway. I said my bed is shaking! My step-dad said it
was probably a little earthquake and to go back to sleep.(By then, my
bed had stopped shaking, so I rolled over and went back to sleep)
The next night the same thing happened. The bed was shaking a little
harder this time though. It startled me so bad, I jumped up and ran down
the hall to my parents room. I woke up my mom and told her my bed was
shaking again. She didn't feel any earthquakes or shaking so she thought
it was my imagination or something and told me to go back to bed.
A few nights went by and nothing happened to wake me up. Then after
about 3-4 days of peaceful nights it happened again. My bed was shaking
very hard. I felt like I was being bounced.(My little sister seemed to
always be in a very deep sleep and would never wake up during the bed
shaking like me) I stayed in bed,but I sat up and really screamed out
for my mother to come in there. The bed still was bouncing and my sister
didn't even wake up after I had just screamed out for mom. I heard mom
down the hallway saying out loud that this was ridiculous. She got out
of bed and started walking down the hall to my room. She planned on
telling me it was just my imagination because the whole house was sound
and quiet and my bed couldn't be the only thing to shake if everything
else wasnt. But as she entered my room, it was very dark and she
couldn't see my bed(which was still shaking very hard). She walked over
to my bed's edge and sat down to talk to me. The bed just shook her like
it was shaking me and my sister. My mother realized that the bed was
shaking hard and it scared her. She paniced and said go get in her bed
NOW and she scooped up my still sleeping sister in her arms. We all
slept in their bed that night . My step -dad said it was all our
imaginations now, but they never made me sleep in that room again. I<
usually slept downstairs on the couch from then on.
My mom later told me that the landlord had told them that an old man had
died in one of the bedrooms before we had rented it. He died chockig to
death on a peanut butter sandwich. She had thought he meant the room we
made into a playroom, but found out it really was our bedroom.
BY: kdale@bellsouth.net
I went to college in Brevard, NC. There was an old abandoned house there
just past a daffodil farm. It was at one time a summer home for a
family from Charlotte. But now it was torn up and run down. There is a
big farmhouse type house in front, then a brick building RIGHT behind
it. Then behind that on either side, concrete one level rooms (separate
from the buildings) where migrant workers stayed. Then a big barn
behind that. We used to go to the house because they said it was
haunted. And it IS.
We went there DURING THE DAY. You could hear voices....several. And a
woman's voice. I turned back from standing in front of the barn and saw
a woman standing in the top right back window of the FIRST house. I
looked away for a second and looked back and realized that you CANNOT
see that window from where I was standing - the second building blocks
it!! I thought maybe I imagined it, but another person with us saw the
same thing.
I went up there one night with a friend. It was dark, and misty. We
went into the house. We had gotten inside the front door and walked
into the front right room. I turned and saw a figure standing in the
next room, facing me. He was a grey figure, an older man. And so so so
SAD. I felt a deep and stabbing sadness go from the top of my head all
the way down to my feet. The friend that was with me was asking me
questions about what I saw, and I quietly explained it to him...but had
a hard time speaking and could not move. But when my friend got to the
door of the room that the figure was standing in, the figure
disappeared.
We left right after and the next morning I found myself hugging one of
my stuffed animals, curled in the fetal position and sucking my thumb.
To THIS DAY I can see that figure in my mind and feel that sadness as
though it was that same day.