I would like to share my brothers experience as well as my own. I was always
pretty skeptical when it came to ghosts. I never said that they don't exist.
I always wanted to believe in them, but I had never seen one. This all
changed when my older brother started having some sightings at his house in a
western suburb of Chicago. It all started about 10 years ago. One night my
brother was letting his dog out in the backyard before he turned in. In the
middle of the lawn he noticed a grayish mass. As he looked more closely, the
form began to take the shape of what looked like a person kneeling in prayer.
The dog was oblivious to this shape so my brother just shrugged it off as his
eyes playing tricks on him. Ever since that night my brother has had numerous
experiences. About one week later my brother was exiting his front door. As
he walked to his car he once again saw this "shape" kneeling on his front
lawn. To my brothers horror, the shape this time stood up and started walking
towards him as if to greet him. He turned and ran back to the house. Once
inside he became sick to his stomach. He didn't understand. Was someone
playing tricks on him? About 6 months passed. My brother was watching TV
late one night when his wife called him to bed. He turned off the TV and
started heading to the top of the stairs where his wife was waiting for him.
When he got about half way up, a small ball of light materialized between
them. This ball stayed in the same place for a few seconds then suddenly
"whisked" behind my brother and disapeared. Both my brother and sister-in-law
knew now that they were not alone in the house.
My brother called me the next day to tell me what had happened. I thought
maybe he was drinking or something. I told him, "Well, has this thing tried
to harm you in anyway?" He said, "no." So I told him just to relax and
eventually this thing will go away. I was wrong. Whatever was in and around
his house apparently liked it there and had no intentions of leaving. A few
days later my brother heard something rattling around in the bushes in front
of his house. He opened the blinds and stared out the window. There in the
darkness, staring back at him was a face. My brother froze. The face was
that of an Indian, old and wrinkled. Finally realizing what he was looking
at, he closed the blinds and just sat down on his sofa. About a minute later,
a sweet and heavy scent permiated the entire room. Then the ball of light he
had seen before materialized in his living room. He was scared but not as
scared as he was before. He thought back to what I said. This apparently was
not a hostile spirt. It just seemed very interseted in my brother. My
brother lives in a town which borders the Des Plaines river and the land was
once the property of Alexander Robinson, chief of the Potawatomi, Chippewa and
Ottawa Indians. He was given a large plot of land for his aid during the Ft.
Dearborn Massacre. He is buried along with his family no more than 1/2 a mile
from my brothers house. His final resting place, in a forest preserve has
always been a hot spot for supernatural activity. My brother was convinced
that the man he saw was infact an Indian. Maybe even Alexander Robinson
himself! Over the next few years, my brother and this spirit lived together
in peace in the house. Every once and a while the spirit would make himself
known. A ball of light appearing here and there, a sweet and pungent smell.
It was almost as if this spirit was a new member of his family. Occasionally
he would call me and tell me stories. I would play along with him, never
really believing his stories. That all changed one night back in 1992. I was
at my brothers house watching a baseball game. I was sitting on the couch and
just happened to glance up his set of stairs. Up there in the darkness I saw
it! AlI I saw was its head. It had no facial features. I only saw two eyes
looking down at me. I jumped out of my seat. I knew I wasn't seeing things.
My brother said, "relax, he won't hurt you." Just as he said that, it
disapeared. I had just seen my first ghost. I have been a believer in the
paranormal ever since.
Probably the most graphic incident happened to my brother just a little over a
year ago. The spirit spoke to him! It was late at night and my brother was
lying in bed. He was just about to doze off when all of a sudden he heard a
deep voice say, "Wake up. They're trying to get in." My brother jumped out
of bed. As he did he noticed a bright light out side his window. He looked
out and saw a police car driving slowly up the street shining his spot light
at the homes across the street. My brother would later learn that the house
across the street was broken into that night. The spirt was warning my
brother. He is convinced that someone was trying to get in that night. Well,
thats my story. My brother still lives in the house with his Indian friend.
He's says that he will never sell his house. He doesn't want to leave his
friend behind. My brother has become very spiritual since his experiences. I
think this is proof that ghosts are not out there to harm us but to guide us.
Thanks for reading, I hope you can print it on your sight.
The one and only McDonald's in Burlington Vt. has at least one spook. It
seems that it was built on the old foundation of what was a theater. When
the theater burnt to the ground. And the story goes that there were two
children who died in the fire along with an old man that tried to save
them. Many staff have reported that they have heard thing banging around
in the basement, some have seen thing move by them selves, ie.. coffee
cups have been known to fly across the room with out any help. And on one
occasion an old man came in out of the rain and went in to the bathroom,
this is not unusual as many street people use the bathrooms at this store.
What was weird about this time was that no one ever saw him come out, when
the manager went in to check on him all she saw were his watery foot
prints going in, there are no windows in the mens room. Is this a true
story? If you ask the corporation they would say no, but just ask the
staff who saw their coffee cups fly across the break room.
Hi! I wrote of an experience with the spirit of my mother a couple
weeks back, a nice ghostly experience. Now I have a different
experience to tell.
It was about 6 or so years ago, at the same apartment I wrote about in
my last story.
Very early one morning I suddenly awakened. I looked at the bedside
clock and saw it was 3:00 A.M. I wasn't nervous or anything, I figured
I must have just finished a dream cycle and woke up. I decided to use
the restroom and exactly three minutes later was back in bed (I again
had looked at the clock). I knew I was wide awake and was settling down
to go back to sleep when suddenly my body felt weird. A feeling of
paralysis came over me, where I could only move my fingers and my head.
I sleep on the right side of the bed, and when I looked over to that
side there was a dark figure right by the side of the bed. It looked
like a monk, dressed in robes and a cowl, but with the cowl pulled over
the head so I couldn't see the face (not that I was really trying to,
I saw the monk reach over me and insert his hands into my heart area
(that's the only way I can describe it). I saw the form of his hands go
into my body and even felt their presence inside me, doing something to
my heart. As I mentioned, I was mostly paralyzed, but was trying with
all my might to awaken my husband, who was sleeping soundly next to me.
I looked over and tried to scream, but could only manage the very
faintest moan, barely audible even to me. My fingers were trying in
vain to touch him but weren't close enough to reach him. I was
definitely on my own!
The only thing I could control was my mind, and I started silently
praying for this thing to leave me, to get out. I was able to use a
force of will from inside me and somehow, between this and all my
praying, this forced the monk to move away and dissolve.
As soon as this happened I was released from the paralysis and I broke
out in a cold sweat. I didn't awaken my husband just then, I wanted to
be sure I really wasn't dreaming. I wasn't!
Now, for this to happen once was bad enough, but the monk apparently
wasn't through 'reorganizing' my innards!
About a month to 6 weeks after the first incident, I got another visit
from the Monk.
Again, it was very early in the morning (not sure of the time this time
around as I didn't get a chance to look at the clock), and I awakened
suddenly with the distinct feeling that someone or something was there
beside me. Again, the paralysis came over me as before, and as I
looked, there again was the monk beside my bed. This time I watched him
go to the foot of the bed, whereupon he climbed on the bed and straddled
He then reached his hands into my solar plexus region and as before I
could feel my organs being moved around. No pain of any kind, just a
very unsettling sensation of energy inside my body. Of course, this was
not something I particularly cared to have happen to me, and after again
trying in vain to somehow awaken my sleeping husband, used a combination
of prayer and inner will to somehow "push" him off of me and away.
This I was able to do once again, but even after I was able to move
again and woken up my husband and told him about it, I could still
"feel" this energy in my body, no matter how hard I tried to push it out
I'm not sure what this all means. I was of course terrified at the
time, but I am puzzled as to what the meaning of all this was. I am not
exactly sure if this was a negative spirit or a positive one. I was
scared, but mainly because of the experience itself, not because I was
I should also mention that these were not my only experiences with this
entity, whatever it is. I have had at least two dreams that I can
remember in the years previous to these occurrences where the Monk
appeared. Not threatening, but not exactly jolly and calming, either.
More like a presence that was around but I wasn't sure what it's purpose
There were also coinciding odd incidents in the same time frame as the
On two occassions, about a month apart, I would find a tiny scoop of
flesh taken out of my left middle finger, in the same spot both times.
It was bizarre - I only noticed it as I was reaching for something, and
saw that it was cut with precision, and there was no blood or pain. I
searched the sheets of the bed and anything around the bed that might
have caused this to happen, but there was nothing. And it happened a
month later, as I mentioned. I still have the scar. Have never been
able to explain it, but I have wondered if the wounds and the Monk were
connected in any way.
If anyone has any ideas out there, please do contact me! I'd be really
interested to hear them.
My Aunt and Uncle bought a farm in Pennsylvania
in the mid-fifties. In 1964 I was five years old. I was staying with my Aunt
because my Mother was going to have another baby. My Aunt kept close tabs
on me and I was rarely out alone. One day I was outside playing by the
barn. Suddenly a little boy appeared. He was so vivid I can still
see him. He was wearing fifties clothes, an aviator type hat and a plaid
jacket. He wanted to play and I said sure. He and I played in the
barn. He showed me a hole in the floor of the barn. He said,
see that hole? My Dad was bringing in a bull and the bull crashed
through the floor. I forget everything else except that my Aunt was
very worried about me and called me into the house.
I found out later that the house was very, very
haunted. From the time they moved in. The house had old-fashioned
thumb latches that would constantly click and open. My Aunt finally put
moleskin under them so they could sleep. My Uncle was found dead in the
house in 1964. He was buried on his thirtieth birthday. My Aunt put
the house up for sale when he started appearing to her, naked, and exhausted, like
he had come a long, long way. One day my Aunt was outside working when a man
rode up in a bicycle. He knew all about the farm. He said he used to
play with a little boy in the barn.
My Aunt still kept property around the
farm. My cousin built a home there. My Cousin was in a restaurant
one day and there were workmen at the next table talking about the
farmhouse. They said it was haunted and they would never go back into that
The old house has had several owners. It is not a happy
place. Now the new house has problems. Vapors go in and out of the
window and my cousin's grandchild keeps saying Hi, to an unknown
I just found out today that a little boy lived in the original
farmhouse with his mother, who was a widow and was very ill. The little
boy had a lot of free time and used to play in the barn a lot. He would
sleep on a chest next to his mother. I have never forgotten
These visitations from relatives who have passed on
started back in the year 1974. My husbands grandmother passed away before we
were married in 1972. When our 1st child was born 1974, I had known that there
was such things as spirits or ghosts for a couple of years. One night our
son was woken up by what I thought was a possible Diaper change or he wanted a
nighttime feeding. When I finished giving him a bottle, which he didn't drink
much at all, I put my son down to sleep. As I went to put the bottle back,I
walked in the hall to go towards the kitchen , which was on the left,. I felt
a strong presence in the livingroom , which was on the right side off the
hallway. I felt as if eyes were upon me and they were watching my every move.
It was weird. The only thing that came into my mind at that moment was I felt
the personality of my husbands grandmother. I wanted to stay in the
kitchen,Because I was a little fearful of the encounter, but I knew I must go
back to bed. This happened about 2a.m.As I left the Kitchen to go back to
bed,I felt she was still in the livingroom. I just went back to my bedroom.
The next morning I told my husband ,who is aware of the spirit world , what
happened.. My husband called his mother to ask when did Grandma die .She told
us what day.The day Grandma made her presence known was the day of her
anniversary when she died.
A few years later my husbands grandmother ( his fathers
mother) passed away. A year passed and again I was woken up to my toddlers
crys and I went to see what was the matter. After I attended to my son, again
I was going back to my bedroom and as I approached the hallway , I felt a very
strong presence in the livingroom. This time I felt the presence advance
towards the hallway where I was. I was frightened. At that moment the only
thing that came to my mind was my husbands other grandmother. I felt her
personality. She was a very strong headed woman not like his other grandmother
, who was more gentle in spirit. I again told my husband what I experienced
and he again asked his mother what day did his fathers mother die and that day
was the 1st anniversary of his grandmothers death.
My husbands Uncle died back in the 1980s. A month
after his death, my husband was awoken by someone shaking him .
My husband said that when he opened his eyes, he saw his uncle looking very
much alive and healthy. My husband wasn't frightened to see him but
acknowledged his uncle by name and was about to sit up when his uncle extended
his hand out as if to say don't bother getting out of bed. He then told my
husband in a gentle reassuring voice " Tell your mother I'm all right". He
then faded right before my husbands eyes!
Excitedly, my husband jumped out of bed to light up a cigarette. Stirring me
from my sleep. I asked him what the matter was, he told me "I'll tell you
Since then, some Aunts and Uncles on my side have
died but we never got a visitation from them. The visitations seem to happen
on my husbands side of the family.
There are other paranormal activity that has
happened in our family,but I will save those for another day.
Here is a story that my mother told me after my father died. I
personally did not witness this but believe me, my mother would never lie
about this. It really isn't that big of a story but I thought you might be
About two weeks after my father commited suicide, my mom was asleep on
the couch in our living room. The living room faced a long hallway in our
house and she was sleeping with her head in that direction. She told me she
awoke suddenely by a gust of wind and when she looked up, she saw a figure
floating down the hall towards her holding a candle. She could not make out a
face but she did notice the figure had on brown work boots. Right there she
knew it was my dad because all he ever wore were brown work boots. She said
she was not scared as the figure floated right by her into the kitchen as
vanished. A couple of days later she spoke with a priest concerning what had
happened. The priest had told my mother that the candle the figure was
holding was a sign of hope.
I am from Ohio..I work in a nursing home and me along with several other
employees have seen and heard a spirit who visits this home especially before
or shortly after someone dies. Nurses are very exact and factual people and I
know what I have seen and when we compare stories it gets too real for all of
us. We think she may of been a nurse named Mary and that she helps them to
the other side. I sometimes think it may be our imagination but then maybe
my story my seem small to many people but it meant alot to me when it
My story begins when I was 11 going on 12. Raised in a tight family with love.
My mother had me when she was 19 and my father never claimed me as his own, so
the only man in my life was my grandpa. Surrounded only by girls meaning me
my mom, grandma and aunt, he raised me up as a tomboy bigtime. We had a very
close bond me and him, there was never a time when I wasn't with him I think.
Anyway's my grandpa had not been feeling well for many months, the doctors
told it was work and old age and didn't really run any tests even though he
was fully insured by medical coverage. I was at my moms when we got a call
that my grandpa collapsed and fell down and wouldn't wake up. They rushed him to
the emergency room and that's when they finally decided to take some tests to
find out that he had lung cancer. The doctors gave him 2 weeks to 3 months to
live since his blood was already in his spinal cord, which is very bad. He
was in terrible condition and I was devistated. Two days later I stayed at my
friends house, she was trying to comfort me and cheer me up some but how can you
cheer some one up when you know that a loved one is going to die and soon. That
night I cried my self to sleep. Then early that morning I awoke hearing my
grandpas voice saying Alexis I will always love you and be there for you and
that was it. I knew he was dead at that very second, I looked at my friends
alarm clock to see what time it was it was around 1:10 in the morning. The
room was ice cold and I started crying uncontrolably knowing that the only man
I knew as a father was gone. My friend woke up wondering what was wrong but
through my sobs she couldn't understand me. The phone rang about 5 minuetes
later. It was my mother calling saying that they were on their way to pick me
up, to go to the hospital. It was weird when my friends mom came in to tell
me who it was I told her he was dead before she even said a word, and when she
asked me how I knew, I told her he was just here. After my mom and them
picked me up we got to see my grandfather for the last time. He looked very
peaceful. I later asked the doctor at what time my grandpa had passed away
his answer is what shocked me but confirmed to my self that I wasn't mad ( in
the head), he told me some time between 1:05 and 1:15 am. I now know that my
grandpa came to say his last good bye to me at 1:10am waking up hearing his
voice for the last time. There have been two times that he has shown himself
to me. Once in a dream, that was to real, I mean I could smell him when I
awoke even, and the second was when he saved me by pulling me back on to the
curb before getting hit by a car. I know he keeps his promise I still feel
his presence every once and awhile, and he lets me know he is near.
Thank you for taking your time to read this if you have any questions or want to
tell me about any of your experiences you can e-mail me at email@example.com
I lived in one house for 22 years, and experienced several unexplainable
happenings. One particularly memorableevent occured while I was resting
on the couch. I could sense something was entering the kitchen, and
moving into the family room. My eyes were closed, and there was no sound,
but I was aware it was moving toward me.
It actually sat on the arm of the couch, grasped both my hands and squeezed them
firmly, then gave me a comforting pat on the head, and then left the
room. I jumped up from the couch and called out, then searched the house,
but found nothing. I recently moved to another house, and one night a valance
fell from above the sliding door in my bedroom, for no apparent reason.
The next morning I heard water running, and discovered the washer was turned
on, and there was water running into it! I had not even been in the utility room
since the previous day.
My husband died about two years ago. We both loved animals very much. At one
time he said to me "Ann, when we get to heaven we are going to be met by a
zoo!" In February of this year (1999) I went into the bedroom to turn down
the bed. To my surprise there was a cluster of sparkling lights above my
pillow. I wasn't frightened but was curious about this. I looked carefully
all around the room but didn't see the lights anywhere else. I looked again
at my pillow and the lights were still there, As I continued watching the
lights gathered closer together and formed the image of a cat. This half
formed cat jumped off of my pillow and jumped down off of the bed. It
completely disappeared before it reached the floor. I looked around for it
but couldn't see it anywhere. We have had several small animals over the
years so I couldn't tell which one this was but I got the idea that it was
This house is only about 50 years old but has quite a history. The land was
part of a land grant granted by the King of Spain to a Franciscan order in the
1700's and was used as a cattle range until the last century.
I am writing this story to share with you people about what I have
encountered which is all true. Not a make BELIEVE story. I was around 7
years old when I was going swimming in the old river in Quang
Ngai,Vietnam. My family were living in a suburban place. It is dark and
scary in Vietnam escpecially when we don't have no lights, one scary
things that always scared me was the graveyards. People that died
buried their bodies anywhere, even near rivers or so. Well to continue
my story, it was around 12:00 pm, and the weather was extremely hot. Me
and my two brothers decided to go for a swimming, When we got to the
river, my two brothers went off , leaving me alone by myself. Seeing my
two brothers having fun, I started to go forward to them. As I was
walking, I felt something really abnormal. It was the sands. The sands
was moving down as I take each steps. After realizing that I was scared I
decided to go back, as I turn my body around, something or a hand I
would say grabbed my leg. It started to pull me down. First, I thought it was
just the sands, but then I can feel the fingers and the feeling of a
hands. Then I started to go down. I try to scream but I couldn't. When
my head were almost cover with water, my older brother came to me and
all of the sudden the hands let my leg go and I was up again. I was so
lucky that day. My brother saved me. I told him about the incident but
he told me it might be the sands.(Trust me it wasn't I can feel the
hand.). This is not the end yet. Several days after the incidents a
neighbor's daughters went to swim in the same river but in up North. One
of the sister swim and sometime pull her down. The other sister couldn't
do anything, she decided to grab on to the other one and both of them
die. Many of my townspeople said that the water ghost took the two
sisters life. In case if you don't know, There are alot of Ghost in
Vietnam. The water ghost which is very common, if you have the same
birthday as the person that die, they will pull you down and kill you,
they do it to release their soul. I am currently living in America. I
must say I believe in Ghosts.
My husband, Chris, & I had just moved into our first apartment together. As I
was out working, Chris had noticed that there were two bowls placed in our
cupboard, with a single fork resting at the top. We were using the cupboard
only to store food, so when I had gotten home, Chris had questioned whether I
had put the bowls there. Of course, I hadn't.
For the next couple of days after that, Chris and I would wake up with a start
-- literally shot up from our sleep -- at exactly 6:30 every morning. What
made this even more unusual was that the both of us didn't need to wake up
until 10:00a.m. for work. But there we were, up from the middle of our sleep,
leaving us to do nothing but look at each other & wonder why.
Several days pass, and I started to feel nervous. I started getting the idea
into my head that there could be a ghost in the house, causing us to wake up
at this ungodly hour. As Chris and I were about to go to sleep, I began to
hear creaking noises from the kitchen nearby. I got up, turned on the kitchen
light, and found that the cabinet, the utensil draw, and the cupboard directly
across from the former two were all slightly opened to the same degree. I
closed all of them, went back to bed, and began to hear the same creaking
noises all over again. Now totally scared, I found myself getting up every 15
minutes to shut the doors and draw -- which were progressing opening more and
more, faster and faster. I had to finally ignore it to get a decent night's
One morning, I was awoken by a man's voice, saying,"Who are you?" Again,
waking up at 6:30, we both shot up to see an old man standing at the foot of
our bed, sternly looking at us, dressed in overalls and a red plaid shirt.
Although I could see him in color, the window behind him shined the morning
rays right through him. We stared in shock for about 10 seconds, then he
With that, we didn't see or hear from him again.
The little old lady downstairs, our landlady, showed us her family pictures
about a month after the hauntings ended. Chris and I both agreed that the man
we saw was her husband, who had built the house himself and died about 10
years ago. We've never told our landlady, but we think that her husband was
just making sure that we wouldn't harm his wife.
Hello, I was reading your stories and found them very fascinating..I have a
story I would like to share about my dog Bandit. Bandit was a lhasa apso that
me and my family had for about 14years. Bandit had a series of medical
problems, which since he was mainly "my" dog, I got a job to pay his vet
bills. (I was barely in my teens) we all loved that little dog so much. I have
a large family..4 brothers and my parents and myself. Well, towards the end of
his life he became very ill, I was not living at home at the time, but my mom
would always call me when something was wrong with him. On this day, I was
driving out to my moms, I started to cry and became very sad, I think I had a
premonition of what was to come the next few days. Bandit it turned out had
diabetes, and we didn't know it, he was very sick and spent the next few days
in the vet while they tried to stabilize his glucose level...to no avail, he
wouldn't eat, he was very weak, he kept getting fevers..there was no hope. We
had to make the decision to put him to sleep. I must say that was the single
most difficult decision I had ever had to make. I was devasted. My mom called
my brothers at there jobs, and everyone was there at that vet that day, except
my dad,he was working. We spent a little time with him in the room before they
took him back to give him the shot. That dog was smart...I could swear the
little guy knew somthing was up..finally, they took him back and 2 of my
brothers went back there with him...they came back out crying and I knew it
was done..I was completely devasted..that was my baby. But strangely on the
way home, I felt a sense of relief, like he wasn't in pain or suffering
anymore. Like any crazy pet owner, I had him privatley cremated at a cemetary,
and to this day his ashes are in my mothers armoirre. But..in the weeks to
come after we put him to sleep, my little brother...(who still lived at home)
could swear he heard bandit at night..sometimes when Bandit would get
restless, he would kind of wimper, like he wanted someone to pay attention to
him, that's what my brother would hear..then my brother would call out his
name(which is what he used to do when Bandit was alive) and it would stop. And
my father...big spook skeptic...also heard Bandits claws tapping on the tile
floor in the kitchen...one of his favorite places to sleep. My mom is always
trying to get me to take the ashes with me, now that I have my own home, but I
always tell her no, because that is his home. I don't know about anyone else,
but I firmly believe that if an animal is treated and loved like one of the
family, that they develop a soul, and maybe, just maybe, they are waiting for
us in heaven...My belief is that my 2 grandpas that passed on some time ago,
are taking care of Bandit till I get there...:)
I would like to tell you about an experience
that happened two summers ago in my ex's aunt's store in downtown Toronto, Ontario.
I was hanging around with my ex and his uncle while they were doing some work in the
store. I was sitting on the stairs while they were working. About
two feet away from me and about three feet from my companions, there was a box
of vegetables sitiing flatly on top of another box of equal size and
weight. All of a sudden, the box flipped upside down, like some unseen
force threw it, and vegetables went flying as the box went flying. It
raised goose-bumps on all of our arms. Apparently, there was some other
weird things that went on but no one would reveal to me what it was. Thank
you for not thinking me crazy!!!
I have lived in my house
for 10 years now.I moved here when I was four years old.Our house is 101 years
old now.It was built in October,1898.My first experience with my great
grandmother was the night we moved in.I was sleeping and I saw the figure of a
beautiful woman dressed in a ball gown that was probably dated in the 1800's.She
walked over to my bed and looked at me sternly,what happened after that I do not
know.When I awoke in the morning my clothes were tatterd and torn and I had
scratches and bruises all over me. My mom was terrified to because the ghost had
visited her to.She says that the figure just stared at her for a long time until
my mom became so frightened that she had to turn on the light.I never saw
anything again for seven years.On November 21,1994 my best friend and her older
sister were staying all night with me.We were all sleeping in my room(we had
school in the morning).My room gets cold in the winter because there is no way
of heat up there so I had a little portable plug in heater in my room.At about 4
a.m. they woke up and saw the knob on my heater turning on it's own and
the shadow of an old woman on my blinds.They tried to wake me but I was in such
of a deep sleep they thought I was comatose.Things have gotten alot crazier
since then.Things came up missing in the house after we had just placed them
there,we here footsteps in the hallways upstairs,door slamming and flying open
by themselves,etc.We've finally become used to all of this.The past two years
have been so chaotic they often frighten me.Last summer my friend Andrea was
standing underneath the chandlier in the living room and one of the light covers
fell right in front of her,if she hadn't have jumped back it would've landed on
her head.I checked the chandlier and the bolts and screws were so tight they
couldn't be moved.Then it stopped for a couple of months. Last Semptember was
the first time I had seen my great grandmother since I was four.I was asleep in
my room when the instumental Clairde Lune came on.My room went completely black
then I saw lights like from a disco ball or something(the little circles of
light all over the floor,ceiling,etc.)and I saw the figure of my great
grandmother and great grandfather dancing to it.When the song was over they
disapeared and my normal lighting returned.Then last December I had a
party,three of my friends were sleeping in the extra room upstairs while me,my
boyfriend and another friend were sleeping in my room.My friends that were
in the extra room talking when the door started swaying back and forth.They
checked the windows which were shut tightly and locked as well as all other
windows upstairs.Then the room went completely pitch black and an elderly woman
appeared and began talking to them.She told them to be very careful of what they
say in the house and to be quiet so they wouldn't awaken him.She also said that
she's been protecting all of us for years from him.Then she disappeared and
everything returned to normal.My most recent experiences were last night and
right now.Last night I was laying awake when the song Living Dead
Girl by Rob Zombie came on the TV. All of a sudden the volume went all the
way up,I have no remote to my tv so I couldnt've accidently turned it up.My TV
is on one side of my room and my bed is on the other.When the song was over the
volume returned to where I had it. As I'm typing this everytime I mention
him(whoever he may be)I get a very cold chill and the hair on my neck and back
stands up,my cats tail gets real puffy and his hair stands up on his back.Then I
hear people arguing in the hallway upstairs(I'm home alone) then it's all over
and I feel safe.I just wish I could talk to my great grandmother and thank her
for protecting me,my family,and friends.I'm glad to have her around even though
she's scared me from time to time.
I have seen ghosts all of my life and live with one now. I was told
by my grandfather that it is a gift so I just accepted it. I have many stories but I will start
with the most interesting. Some years ago a co-worker and friend asked my to grow and arrange
the flowers for her wedding. She asked my in Feb. so all winter we talked about it at
work. She has one sister who is handicapped and in a wheel chair, who was the flower girl. There
were five brides maids. I kept having this dream of the wedding. There was someone at the
alter, then the bride would come down the isle, then the sister in the wheelchair. Finally I asked
my friend if she had an older sister. The succession of the three women made me think there
must be someone. She was shocked when I asked her because indeed she had an older sister who
died when she was three weeks old. I told my friend of my dream and told her, her sister
is with her in spirit and grieves the fact that she can't truly be your older sister in the
living. I asked the bride if we could make a bouquet for her and lay it on the alter. The morning of
the wedding, when I was lugging in big buckets of flowers from the garden, she came. She
was a small precious sweet soul. Of course she startled me, but I clamed down and turned to
focus on her. She nodded her head and closed her eyes as if to say thank you. What a
My name is John and I'm 22 years old. I'm currently living in California in
the home I grew up in. I'm writing to ask you a few questions that will
hopefully shed a little more light on my "encounters". I'm a rational young
man, not normally taken to flights of fancy. I'm an ex Police Officer and
served in the United States Air Force as such.
I came home a few months ago and am living at home until I can reasonably get
myself on my feet financially. Being an ex cop, I have a few compact firearms
located throughout the house which are normally locked up. One of which is
located in the bedtable beside my bed. It's a Sig 226 with a lazersight and
halogen minibulb. (Not a cheap sidearm). Anyways, to get down to my point.
I am a light sleeper, as the Military has done to me in the past few years.
One night, around 0415 I awoke with the feeling that I was being watched. I
woke up and turned onto my side and looked at the doorway, which was open.
Just outside my doorframe in the darkened hallway was a shadowed shape.
Thinking it an intruder, I watched for a moment, and blinked the sleep from my
eyes and got ready to take a course of action. As I stirred slightly to
attempt to reach for my gun, the figure moved deeper into the shadows of the
hall and moved down the hallway towards the landing. I opened the nighttable
and grabbed my gun, and ran to my doorframe and then uncharacteristically just
jumped into the hallway, my finger on the button that enabled my halogen
minibulb and lazersight to activate.
What I saw still scares the bejesus out of me even to talk or think about.
Standing at the top of the stairs was a vaguely female shape. I could make
out the contours and lines of the female form. My small light illuminated the
entire hallway like a small sun, my lazersight showing as a hazy dot against
the dark shape. The thing that mystifies me, is that whatever it was, cast a
shadow of its own on the wall. I got the distinct impression that whatever
this thing was, it turned around in that instant. I stood there looking at it
and it stood there looking at me. I've been in wartime situations and have
seen death in someone's eyes more times than I dare to even want to count.
But whatever this was scared me into being numb! Whatever this thing was, it
slowly started "walking" towards me and I raised my gun and drew down on
whatever approached me. It seemed almost to pause for a moment, then seemed
to almost "blur" and rushed at me and then through me and then was gone, as
the only thing behind me was the hallway towel closet. I dropped my gun,
unable to keep from shaking in pure terror, much as I am now. I woke my
parents and my father proceeded to grumble at me with some very colorful
explatives about being woken for a "ghost" and walked out to the hallway,
grabbed up my gun and did a walk-thru of the house and found everything
secured and in proper order.
When this thing walked "through" me, I didn't feel the coldness that I've
read about on your page. I felt warmth, almost like a warm body, then it was
gone. That's my question. Am I imagining all this? Why the warmth? Is that
unusual? Even now I'm scared stiff and always close my door and lock it at
night and normally don't sleep until about 3am, as I am terrified of what
could be outside in the hallway.
I rarley tell anyone this story cause usually they think I am off my rocker.
Being only 13 my ghost experiences are not many but for ones I have had to me
they are freaky. The whole thing started when my Grandfather died. He was
only 56 and I felt guilty because I had to leave the hospital. When I
returned about an hour later he was dead. I have always carried that guilt
with me and always will. My parents often leave me alone to go shopping and I
just sit around and watch TV. One time it was a hot Australian summer ( I am
australin) and I thought I would die ( pardon the pun) without any cool
breeze. I was watching an old Titanic movie when the shutters started
banging. Now not really banging but swining back and forth and hitting the
window. Well this scared me to death ( pardon another pun) but I soon forgot
about the incident. Another time at the same setting it was a corner of the
eye thing that got me. Just for a brief second I think I saw a tall figure
outlined in black. Well we eventually moved to America to travel and see the
country. Well this spirit or ghost or grandfather must have just got packed
away in the baggage because when we moved to Texas it was just the same. Its
just a feeling. I mean not just that kind of feeling but a strong I-am-
scared-as-heck feeling. This continued throught to phoenix where I saw
shadows a couple of times. We know live in Connecticut and grandad is making
himself known. Our house detects any move. I mean you move a muscle it
creaks. Well it seems when I alone the creaks are just always happening. In
the dead ( I keep punning) of the night it still creaks. Its not my parents
or my brother. My brother sleeps above me and is only 5. My parents are
across the hall and I can always hear them geeting out or into bed. My dad has
had some experiences. While in our current house he was collecting firewood
and felt a squeeze on his shoulder. He has also seen a little boy with lumps
on his head when he was a kid. My mother has seen a ghost. They are both
nurses and know what they see. Now the thing is I always feel guilty when I
see or feel the presence. I think it might be grandad telling me not to feel
guilty or something. But its everywhere. Its like grandad just follows me.
I have the feeling 24/7. I will try and get my parents to e-mail you with
their stories. Thanks for reading
By : Angeldawnn@aol.com
Well, I recently was discussing 'ghost' experiences with my friends at work
and I mentioned a frightening experience that happened to me, my husband, and
my sister in-law. Talking about what happened 6 years ago got me curious
I decided to see if anyone had experienced this same sighting.
It all started 6 years ago when my husband and I went to Glenburnie,
to visit my sister in-law. At the time she rented the upstairs space of an
old house. When you open the front door, the stairs are directly in front of
you. There is another door leading to the down stairs rooms, however it has
been bolted shut. Upstairs, she placed a curtain at the top for added
privacy. There are two rooms, one to each side of you. Each room has a walk-
in closet, one closet has been transformed into a kitchen, with a small sink,
refrigerator, and microwave. Directly across the stairs is a bathroom. The
room to the left she has converted into a T.V/living room.
The night we arrived we sat around talking about childhood memories. I
noticed as we were talking, I would hear the toilet flush for no reason. She
made a comment about how the toilet liked to mess with her. She said it
flushed sporadically, mostly when she had guests over. My husband had
jokingly made a comment about how it must be haunted, and the ghost didn't like to share her
with anyone. The next night the three of us had gone out to a local club and had came
back slightly intoxicated. We were being somewhat loud, not to where we were
disturbing, just laughing and having fun. The toilet was silent the whole
night, as if it was mad at us. The next day we were out sight seeing and got in late.
My husband was tired so he went to bed and my sister and I stayed up to girl-
talk. When we finally went to bed, it was just after 1:00am. That night changed my
outlook on everything supernatural, however I didn't realize it until several
Me and my husband slept in the waterbed in one of the bedrooms and my sister
slept on a cushion/mattress on the floor in the living room. At 2:00am I was
awakened by sudden harsh movement of the waterbed. It felt as if someone was
pounding on it. I looked around and nobody was there. My husband was sound
asleep. I layed back down and no more than 10 minutes later I felt another
hard movement. This time I sat straight up, my husband also felt the movement
and he sat up. We were blaming each other, telling the other to knock it off. I had
a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. About 40 minutes later the
movement came again, this time harder. At the time I was just starting to
fall asleep again.
I got mad and yelled to the air to quit moving the damn bed. I don't really
know who I was talking to, but it felt good to yell. I then fell completely asleep
along with my husband. Let me just mention that it was the 4th of July
weekend and the humidity was awful. I was sleeping in just a light T-shirt and we were
not using any blankets. Around 4:00am my I was awakened to my husband
throwing the blankets atop of us, he kept saying "don't move, he is here" over
and over again. My husband, however was still asleep. I thought he was
dreaming. Then I felt another hard pound on the bed and I screamed. I knew
someone was standing at the bottom of the bed, I felt him. My scream woke my
husband up completely and he threw back the covers. I was expecting to see a mass murderer standing
there, however the room was empty. He went over and turned on the lights. We both looked pale as if we saw a
ghost. I asked him why he threw the covers over me and he told me he had a
strange dream. He said in his dream he had gotten out of bed and looked out
the window down to the front porch of the house next door. There was an older
man dressed in a colonial outfit sitting in a rocking chair, smoking a handmade pipe. He
looked up at my husband and waved. My husband then turned around to face the
bed where I was laying. The man was now standing over the bed staring at me.
My husband said in his dream he yelled at the man and he ran over to cover me
In reality, my husband never got out of bed. I was fully awake after my
husband had thrown the blankets over me and we were both completely still when
the violent pounding happened. I wanted nothing more than to get out of the
There was no way were we going to fall asleep again, so we turned on all the
lights and went into the room where his sister was sleeping to wake her up.
We told her what happened and she said she had a strange, scary dream also
that night. She said she was laying down on her stomach and she heard
something behind her.
She tried to get up to see what it was, but she couldn't move. She said it
was as if something was on top of her. I had this feeling as if something was there
still. I can't explain the feeling, but my hair on the back of my neck was
up. My husband went downstairs to go outside a little while after we woke up his sister, it
was now about 6:00am. He found the front door wide open, as if someone ran
out of the house in a hurry and forgot to shut it. We were trying to rationalize
what had happened and we couldn't. Everything was just not in order.
Everything I have said so far doesn't really account to much, just some young people scaring
themselves with pretend ghosts, right.
Well, we left the next day, thank goodness. The night we got back to
California, where we are from, I called his sister to let her know we had made
it. She said she was going to a friend's house to spend the night because her toilet was
flushing every 10 minutes and she was scared. We both made a joke of it, but deep down
inside we knew something was wrong. That same night we were watching TV,
trying to unwind from the long trip. I turned it to Sightings, the TV show,
which I might add I never watch. For some reason I felt I needed to see this show.
The show aired a strange, horrifying story. It was about the ghost of Glenburnie
Maryland, Colonel Daniels. He apparently was the local townskeeper back in
the day. He would sit on his porch and smoke his pipe and watch the town.
There were several sightings where he would come check on all the new people in the
town. I was never so scared as I was at that moment.
I am writing to you to not only share my experience, but to also ask you if
you have any information about this particular haunting of the town of
Glenburnie, Maryland. Thank you for letting me share my story.
Hello. I have visited you site many times and thought I should share my
story with your readers also. Just so you know I am 21 and I live in a
small city in Michigan. My friend's parent's house is haunted. I've
known her since we were 10 yrs old but have only been going to her house
since I was 16.
Right off the bat I should tell you that the house was built sometime
during the 1860's. Everyone that goes there knows that you either feel
right at home there and are really comfortable or you can't stand to sit
in the house at all. I have always been comfortable there. I even lived
there for almost a year. Anyways back to what I was saying.....there
were many couples and families that moved in before they did. everyone
of them moved out in a hurry. One couple was there for 2 nights and then
left. Her family has been there for quite a few years now. My friend has
2 older sisters her mom and her dad.
Two times since they moved in the ghosts (we know there is a man,
woman, and a little girl ) kept pestering her dad while he was trying to
go to sleep to let him know that the house was going to catch on fire.
Another time years ago, the middle sister was home alone watching TV
when she heard my friend calling her from upstairs. She went to the
bottom of the stairs to see what she wanted but before she climbed the
first step she remembered that she was alone and that my friend was
still at school.
A few of our friends have also seen strange things happen. Once another
friend of mine and I were watching TV waiting for our friend to come
home. (The couch faces the big window in their livingroom) We saw a
little girl skip across the porch in front of the window heading for the
door. My friend and I thought it was our friend's neice so she went and
opened the door for her, but no one was there.
Just recently though her mom was in the kitchen and she looked out the
window to see what the guys were up to. They were looking under the hood
of my friend's boyfriend's truck. When her dad came in her mom asked who
was out there with him and he said Steve* and his brother. She said no
there was another man standing right next to you. None of them had seen
the male ghost out there but her mom.
One time my friend was sick and she was laying in bed it was about 1 or
2am. Her door was open a bit and she saw a woman whom she thought was
her mom looking in on her. She called for her mom but the woman just
left. She asked her mom the next day and her mom said she never got up
Her mom had slept in one Saturday morning and she heard what she
thought was one of her grandaughter's come in her bedroom. She had her
eyes closed and felt someone kiss her forehead. She opened her eyes to
say goodmorning and there was no one in the room. The girls weren't even
Another time her mom was sitting on the floor in the livingroom playing
solitare and my friend was sleeping on the couch. Out of nowhere she saw
footprints in the carpet walking around her and the cards. They have
really plush carpet.
Also in the old houses they had parlor rooms for funerals. It's now
their den but I have noticed that no matter what it is always cold in
there, and I always feel like someone is watching me when I'm in there.
There are many more things that have happened in that house, but I
don't want to use up all of your space. I'm just glad that they are nice
ghosts and not violent. I will swear on a stack of bibles that
everything I described is true to my knowledge, and my own experiances
that this story IS real. Thanks for reading.
Hi my name is Kal and I wanted to share an experience I had in the
Philippines when I went on vacation there with my mother. We were staying at my aunts house
and were all sleeping in the same room because it was summer there and
the house only had one air conditioner. Anyway to make a long story
short one night my mom,me,aunt,and two cousins
were sleeping in that room when I heard my mom calling my name. She was
telling me to wake up. So as I started to wake up I heard the drawers on dresser
opening and closing.
The lamp was also turning on and off there was also a horrible smell in
the room it smelt like rotten eggs. I was kind of scared but not to bad because other
things like this had happened before to me and my friends but we never
really paid that much attention to them before because when they happened
we were usually drunk or really tired and it only occured three or four times before.
Anyway back to my beginning story. When my aunt said "He knows your
here the rucuss stopped. You see my mom and aunt believe that the "ghost" was my grandpa
coming to see me because I left the Philippines when I was only two
years old and now I am twenty-five. I was also my grandpa's favorite grandson.
Well that is it thanks for listening and I would really appreciate any
comments you cared to make about this inncedent.
This story is one that my grandmother told me.
About 15 years ago my Grandmother's friend Kioko was married in the back
yard of her (my Grandmother's) house. After they were married they decided
to go for a little trip to Yellow Stone National Park. They told my
Grandma that they would return in about 2 weeks and they would call and
tell her how they were doing every once in a while they left an emergency
# just incase.
About the third night that they were gone, Grandma was in her bed and she
was trying to sleep but had a terrible time getting comfortable. She had a
terrible feeling that something was wrong. She couldn't quite pinpoint
what was wrong so she decided to try and call the number that Kioko gave
her in case she needed something. As she was getting out of bed she heard
something. She knew that she was probably hearing things so she didn't
think anything of it. She walked down the hall and then all of a sudden
she saw "Kioko" walking down the hall. Grandma reached out to grab her and
Later, when she finally gathered her senses and walked into the kitchen
and called the number. Kioko picked up the phone on the other line and
When Grandma heard her voice, she knew that she was okay.
I have always believed in the supernatural because the
house I grew up in, and which my parents still own, is haunted. It is an
old farmhouse from 1828. We would hear people walking up the stairs, and
people talking in other rooms, but you couldn't make out what they were
saying. My grandfather on my father's side of the family wouldn't even
stay in the house at night; he was scared of the voices.
In the past ten years or so,
the walking and voices have stopped. I'm not sure if it is because I used
to try to talk to the ghosts when I was a child and reassure them that we
weren't there to harm them, but they no longer seem very active. I've
heard recently that sometimes they respond like that if you try to talk to them,
but that was just what I did when I was a child and afraid of them. The
most recent ghostly activity there was when my father's glasses went missing for
about a week. All of us looked for them, but they were nowhere to be
found. Then, one day, they were back again, lying in their case on the
table just inside the back door! We also have a large library of books,
and often books will go missing also.
Another strange thing in our
house is the ghost cat. I'm not really sure which of our deceased cats it
is, or if it's even one of our own. I never experienced it firsthand, but
one night my husband (then boyfriend) was sleeping in the spare room and the
cats' food bowls were on the ground by the bed, right below where his head
was. He was awakened in the middle of the night by the sound of a cat
eating hard cat food, and he looked down to see which one it was. There
were no cats in the room, but he could still hear the noise of a cat eating out
of the bowl.
The next morning, my husband told us about the incident. My father got a strange look on his face, and
then he said, Well, that's funny because... and he told us about
feeling a little cat jump on his bed and curl up by him almost every night, but
when he would look for it, there was nothing there. We also noticed that
the two cats who live in the house often seem like they are watching something
or someone moving across the room, but whatever it is is invisible to
us. One final interesting incident, although I'm not positive that you could call it a ghostly
incident, also involved a deceased cat. The background is that my father
had found a little black cat who had stumbled across the busy highway in front
of his car one morning. He quickly pulled onto the side of the highway and
rescued the cat, which he took home with him that afternoon. The cat was
so happy that all it wanted to do was lie in the grass in the warm sun and
purr. Unfortunately, despite my parents' efforts to save it, it was too
sick and weak to ever recover. They told me about this incident a day or
two after the cat had died, and I was upset because I like black cats the best
and I had never gotten to meet it.
A few months later, I was on the highway, driving to Cincinnati to see my parents. I wasn't thinking
about much of anything, and certainly not about cats. Suddenly, I got a
most vivid image of the little black cat in my mind, although I had never seen
it. I could see it lying in my parents' yard in the sun, as they had told
me it loved to do, and it was like a wave of sadness sweeping over me when I saw
it. When I glanced over then at the side of the highway, I thought I saw a
tiny little kitten face peering between some weeds at the edge of the
shoulder. Although I often stop to help stray cats and dogs, I do not
think I would have stopped for this one, thinking it was just my mind playing
tricks on me, if I hadn't just had the vision of the little black cat who had
died. The kitten I thought I saw on the side of the highway looked so
small that I wasn't even sure I really had seen it, especially since I
was going at least 65 mph! When I pulled my truck over
and backed up along the highway shoulder, I couldn't see anything at all, since
the weeds were high. But when I got out of the truck and walked back along
the highway, I spotted a small black and white kitten with long hair. It
was so scared and starved that at first it didn't even notice I was there; it
just was lying down with it's nose touching the ground. When I called to
it, though, it finally looked up, and then it started running towards me, crying
as loudly as it could. It was so small that I could hold it in one hand,
and I never would have seen it without the intervention of the black
cat. I took it into the truck and gave it to my parents, who nursed it
back to health and still have it to this day.I think that the haunting in
our house when I was a child was fairly normal and not at all sinister, from
what I've heard of other accounts. I'm actually glad that I grew up in a
haunted house, because that experience gave me a lot of faith in the reality of
the spiritual world. It's also nice to have had experiences with ghost
cats, since I am deeply committed to helping stray animals, and I think that if
there can be animal ghosts, then that offers some proof that they have souls
too. I've just found your web site (I've just gotten hooked up to the internet for the first time!), and I really
enjoyed reading the true stories and thought I'd send you mine if you want to
use it. Thanks for having such a lot of information about the
My mother told me this story. It happened to her years ago (1940's) when
she lived in the coal mining region of West Virginia, and was then married
to her first husband. If my own mother didn't tell me this first-hand, I'm
not sure if I'd believe it, but my mother isn't one to spin yarns.
She had walked down the street (approx 1/4 mile) to her mother's house for
supper. When she left Granny's house, it was dark. On the other side of
the street, between Granny's house and Mom's house there was a mountain
which had a dirt trail leading up to a house. A light caught her eye, so
she watched it figuring someone was walking up the trail carrying a lantern.
But when the light rose up into the trees, and then up above the trees, she
thought it was rather strange, but really didn't think too much about it.
When she got to her house, she called for her girlfriend (she lived in the
apartment upstairs from Mom) to come out to see it. All of a sudden her
friend started uncontrollably crying and saying that there was going to be
an accident in the mines. Both her husband and my mother's worked the night
shift in the coal mines. That every time that light was seen an accident
happened. Legend had it that an old coal miner used to live up on that
mountain, and that he had died in an explosion in the mines. Since then,
his ghost comes back to warn the men when there's going to be another
explosion. And sure enough, whenever that light was seen, there was an
My mom tried to calm her friend down, and they all went in for the night.
At about 2:00 am Mom was awoken by a knock at the door. It was some men
from the mine who came to tell her that there was an explosion in the mine,
and that her husband had been hurt (he lost two fingers in the explosion).
From that night on, Mom said she would never look up that mountain trail
again. She didn't want to see the lantern light.
In the early 1980's I lived in Bloomington, Illinois. I did not then
drive a car, and would take the bus to work and back every day. Each
day to and from work the bus passed by a beautiful old house with lovely
stained glass windows. Whenever I passed by that house I thought to
myself that it looked haunted. There was no reason for me to think so.
I never saw anything unusual while passing by.
One day at the office, a co-worker named Sue, was telling a story of
some strange experiences she had been having. Sue was living with her
boyfriend who was then out of town. She and her boyfriend hadn't been
getting along, and while he was gone she was considering leaving him.
Sue was living in the very house I thought to be haunted.
Up until that time, Sue had never experienced anything unusual while
living in the house, but as soon as she started thinking about leaving,
she began hearing loud booming noises as if someone was pounding on the
walls and doors. Also, while walking up or down the stairs, she would
feel someone grab her ankle and try to trip her. She thought maybe her
boyfriend hadn't really left town and was trying to scare her. She
called where her boyfriend was supposed to be and he was indeed there.
Sue did a little research on the house and found out it was the last
house built by a local architect. Also, the architect had lived in this
house before his death some decades before.
Sue eventually broke up with her boyfriend, moved out of the house and
after a time, left the state.
Two years later I was drinking beer in a local bar when I overheard
another friend of mine, Frank, telling some people about some strange
experiences he was having at the house he lived in. He had just decided
the day before that he couldn't afford the rent where he was living and
would have to move out. That night while he was laying in bed he heard
a very loud booming noise is if someone was pounding on the door outside
of his bedroom, but when the noise stopped and he went out to
investigate, no one was there. It was the very same house! As far as I
could tell, Frank and Sue did not know each other.
I was very intrigued by Frank's story. I had never seen or heard a
ghost and thought I could handle the experience if I was not alone. I
asked Frank if I could spend the night with him in the house. He
I had never been in the house before. It was as beautiful inside as it
was outside. I particularly remember a circular stained glass window in
the west wall of the living room; a picture of some birds and plants.
Apparently, the ghost of the house only started acting up when the
current resident began to think about leaving. Perhaps because I
admired the house so much nothing happened while I was there,
but I believe Sue's and Frank's stories.