by Fluffydear@aol.com
Hello Dave ~ i have a story to tell you about my beautiful Starrbo , a dog I
raised from a puppy. I also had her father, both of which were very
intelligent animals and very in tune to people.Recently I had to put Starr
to sleep she had contracted diabetes and it was ravaging her entire system
..she had gone blind but could still fine her way upstairs to my room ,,She
was 14 years old..She was a dear and loving animal but very protective of me
...she was a huge white Samoyed. Well When the doctor gaveher tha shot I
held her until she was gone ..I can tell you this for absolute certainity
..Dogs do have a soul and it is definately not entirely weightless. This very
large animal became as light as a feather after she took her final breath and
i could have sworn that I felt her leave. I know that I felt whatever the
essence is leave . I hate to be longwinded but this is such an important
thing to me I know of no other way to tell it. After i put her down I had her
cremated and knowing how sad i would be left the next day for the island of
Captiva..While there i had a strange dream that i had moved into a basement
and iwas walking around looking at all the white walls and I approached a
room that had a stove in it but it looked different than usual and I remember
feeling the heat from it.I woke up sweating and thought it must have been
having been in the sun all day. when i returned home it took me a day to get
up the nerve to go to the Vet and claim Starrs Ashes ..I walked in and asked
for them and they took them down and handed them to me .i had the strangest
feeling a very warm feeling of being hugged by someone I loved , I talked
with Dr. young briefly and glanced down at the date on the urn it was wed and
I remembered i had had that dream on Wed. The Doctor and i talked as i told
her about it i heard her breath in surprised ..she said that is exactly what
the crematory looks like ...the crematory was in indiana I had never been
there ..I live in ky.After i took her home on one ocassion and in broad
daylight i was cleaning my room and i thought i saw her standing there but in
my periferial vision ..not head on .It was just for an instant ..I wished i
had not jumped and i could have seen her longer but it took me by surprise.
Then some time passed and no more sign of her ..Then i began to be awakened
every time i fell asleep by one unmistakeable bark loud and clearly hers. I
would wake up and look around and the other dogs would be sleeping ..I have
two more her daughter and a terrier. well anyway One day the furnace went out
and i had to call the furnace man to come ..What he found was a hole in the
burner that was letting carbon monoxide into my house and thats why I had
been falling asleep so much and having headaches...He told me that it had
been an extremely dangerous thing and that i would probably have gone to
sleep once too often and that would have been that. After having that
fixed,No more barking ..I think Starrbo was still at her post guarding me and
not allowing me to sleep too long or too soundly!!!About 6 months after
that.I moved her urn into a secretary in another bed room to keep it from
getting dusty ...You got it!! More Barking!!!! Moved it back to my bedroom
..it is quiet once more...I don't see her on a regular basis but there are
times when i feel her presence and times when Tasha wags he tail and looks up
for no apparent reason ....and sometimes wheni think i catch a glimpse of
that tail...very swift ..very illusive /..but my imagination ..?? I don't
think so. As a post note i think love between people and animals transcends
what a lot of us consider normal...Starr is scheduled to rest with me someday
.....There is a lot of comfort in knowing that....
By: scottbot@nls.net
My house was built in 1832 and was one of the first five houses built in
the city of Cleveland, so you know that if there are such things as ghosts
there are gonna be some in a house this old. The things I have seen and
heard sent chills down my spine but there were never any realy scary
experiences. The most scary thing I have seen is probably the ghost I seen
when I was about six or seven. I was laying awake in bed under my covers
when I heard a strange sound ,like somebody lightly knocking on my
dresser. I peeked my head from under the covers and seen the shape of a man
about a foot tall and swinging away at the top of my dresser with a
hammer. The figure was all white and had no defining features. The hammer,in
proportion to his body , was about the size of a big sledge hammer to a
normal person. I was afraid to run downstairs because of the way the stair
case twist I feared that he would chase me and jump on me if I tried to
run.(hey ,I was a little kid ,what do you expect.)I was also afraid to yell
because he had not looked at me and I didn't want to draw his attention. So
I crawled under my covers and fell asleep soon after. But that is not the
only story in my house.
If I was home alone upstairs I would hear people talking downstairs ,but
couldn't make out what they were saying , also the same if I was downstairs
,I would hear talking upstairs.My mother has also seen things in this house
too.She told me about one time she seen the shadow of a woman walk past her
room in the night ,her bed was at an angle that she couldn't see out of the
doorway ,but could see the shadow cast into her room of anyone walking in
the hall. She was the only female in the house ,so that's kinda creepy. She
also told me that one time she was in the kitchen and seen a little boy run
past her ,all she seen was the back of his head as he ran past so she
thought it was me ,but when she followed to tell me something she didn't see
anyone. The hallway the boy ran into leads to the bathroom and no where
else. Also ,I had been in the yard playing at the time. That's about it
except for weird noises that could just be the house settling ,but we
haven't seen anything in years ,and we have been remodeling , I hear that
has an effect on ghost sightings.
Several months ago I had been sitting at home wathing t.v. when I heard a
car pull up in the drive. I looked and seen an elderly woman sitting behind
the wheel just sitting there.I went out to see what she wanted and this
lady that looked to be about 70 years old or so told me she had grown up in
my house and wanted to see what it looked like now. I didn't want to invite
her in the house because a lot had changed and the house was a mess from
having walls replaced and I thought she would be better off with her
memories ,though if she had asked to come in I would have happily let
her. We talked a little ,but she only stayed a short while and never left
her car. I was realy kicking myself after that for not finding out more
about the house when I had a chance.The only thing I found out was that the
yard had been a lot bigger ,and there had once been a barn.I really hope she
gets the impulse to come again.
By: LColl91128@aol.com
Hi, mysterious happenings have occurred all my life, starting when I was just
three years old. My parents rented this real big house and the neighbor next
door to us told my mother to remind her to tell her something when she moved.
My father worked nights then and my mom would here strange noises coming from
the big staircase leading to our bedrooms. She found this cute little wooden
piece with wheels on it and said that she could use it for when she scrubbed
the floors by kneeling on it, it came in quite handy.(the house was a funeral
parlor before we moved in.) It turned out to be the thing they used to wheel
out the coffins!
One time we had company over and us kids were playing down the
cellar and I was sitting on this long table that was against the wall when
suddenly something tapped me on my right shoulder. I was startled and
frightened because the wall was in back of me. I ran up crying to my mother
telling her what happened and she said it was just my imagination ...I was
only three years old at the time. That was my first encounter with the
ghosts........
My father had to quit his night job and we eventually had to move
because my mom didn't want to be in that house anymore. The woman told my
mother that it was a funeral home. Since my incounter I have a fear about
cellars especially at night when its dark.
The next encounter was when I was twelve years old.....It was New
Years Eve and I
was up in my bedroom by myself because I was punished for not cleaning my room
that past week. There was losts of company downstairs Aunts and Uncles cousins
laughing and my brother and sisters were all having fun. I was crying and
sobbing in my room continously crying and crying feeling sorry for myself
that I wasn't down having fun on such a special night. All of a sudden as God
is my wittness I got slapped right across my face, I froze and did not dare
move from such fright....Not a sound was in my room and I was afraid to get
up. My body felt like a ton of cement and I couldn't even move, the door only
maybe two feet above my head. I finally got the courage to jump out of my bed
and turn the door knob screaming to my mother that something had slapped me in
the face. Naturally she didn't believe me and thought I was just telling this
story so that I could join the fun, they still to this day do not believe this
story. Yes there are ghosts I know for a fact because I felt the slap that was
so hard that it put me into a shock of hysteria fright. Many strange things
occurred at that house (Medford, Ma) One night when I was going
to bed I found my sister standing in front of our radiator in our bedroom
that we shared. The room was dark and when I snapped on the light switch
she turn from facing the radiator staring at nothing and walk slowly to her
bed got on it and turn and closed her eyes. I ran downstairs, screaming to my
parents and told them what had happened they ran upstairs and found my sister
comfortably fast alseep. That scared the hell out of me, she doesn't even
remember sleep walking, she was not known for sleep walking.
Another time after my brother got married, my sister moved her stuff into
his bedroom and
I had my own room. One night she was sleeping and saw a black figure standing
at the end of her bed, she came out screaming "I just saw death at the end of
my bed" she not believing in any supernatural things , was totally petrifived
and doesn't remember that ever happening to her. Another time was a sad
time, my uncle died instantly in a car crash on New Year's Eve. My mother and
her brother were very close, he use to live at our home because he had been
away for a while and needed a place to stay and he lived with us until he
married. One day
after several months after his death, she was crying cleaning her bedroom and
thought out loud to herself, "Frankie, give me a sign that you are all right"
all of a sudden in my fathers'
bureau drawer a sound of a small motor started up, in the drawer was a battery
operated shoe cleaner, my mother was not even near the dresser when this
occurred. That house was a
house filled with demons, not ghosts, the man that owned that house died
there, he was brought around by wheel chair for years and was very unhappy.
The years went by and I grew up and got married and lost my husband of
only five years, he drowned at Manaouth MA, he fell overboard on our small
motor boat, he was with one of his buddies and his buddy didn't see he fall
over, just heard the big splash. The reason for this telling is because where
his body never came up, the government would not give me any help for my son,
so after waiting 12 years they finally settled a lump some of money which I
had to give a
third to my lawyer, who tried for years for me, to collect insurance money and
social security
funds. When I received my money I bought a house which I still am living in I
been here 20 yrs. Its a nice big Victorian house. It has four and half big
rooms on the first floor; which is for a young couple (my son and his wife and
three children reside there now) and upstairs is two floors the first consist
of a big reception hall which is part of the up coming story, and four
bedrooms and a bathroom. after being married to my third husband who died
tragically of cancer I was left with two small girls to raise they were 7 and
8 years of age at the time.
Getting back to the buying of the house, I moved in and was so excited to
finally have a home for me and the boys who were just 8, 10 and 14 . That
night after my family left from helping all day my friend decided she would
sleep over so she could finish helping me with the house. She slept in my
room and that morning she came down and we all sat and had breakfast. That
night I went to bed and was just lying there , thinking of how tired I was
from all the moving, I must have just dosed off and woke up to a man form
leaning over my bed, he had a rope over his shoulder and I was startled..... I
told my friend (Paula) about my encounter and she was all upset, she said she
had seen something in my bedroom the night before and thought she had been
dreaming, we were shocked and scared out of our wits to think that a spirit
was in this house. After that, strange things started to happened; not all
the time but just certain times.
My sons were in the bedroom they shared together, my son Chris the
youngest, was listening to the radio, when it decided to turn to all differnt
stations. He ran down screaming, "my radio changed It's own stations". The
years went by everyone got older; my oldest son is married now and lives
downstairs, my second son bought his own house and my youngest son lives in
his basement.
Downstairs my son has had many encounters by waking up from his sleep seeing
black figures standing in his bedroom. The latest one started about two years
ago when he had a few friends over, they where in the living room when
suddenely they heard something in the kitchen
which is two rooms away from the room they where in. My son started to go out
to the kitchen area calling my son Donald's name , figuring he was trying to
play a joke on them , when suddenely a black figure crouched down scattered
across the kitchen opening from the dining area and ran in saying ok donald
where are you? My son was never downstairs in his apartment. My son was
scared out of his wits along with his friends and they had to sleep over that
night.
MY grandson was watching some old family videos and my late second
husband was in one of them and my grandson said to my son , daddy I saw that
man in my room, who is he?
My son said "what do you mean you saw him." He was standing in my bedroom, (
the male figure was my dead husband.
My next ecounter was the eve of my first husbands' death , I was lying on my
sofa watching some television, my daghters were upstairs in their rooms, it
was quiet and I looked at the french door to the tv room and could see the
reflection of the foyer . I saw a figure walking by into my parlor and
thought which daughter was downstairs. I asked "whos that"? waited and asked
again got up and went to the kitchen no persons, dining room,parlor I was kind
of nervous by this time I went into the foyer and called up to my daughters,
who was just down here, they said no one , why do you ask.
By: Judy_and_Cass@email.msn.com
First off just let me say that I usually don't tell this story to many
people as they may think I am a bit odder than I appear. I am going to
shorten this story to just a few of my (and my friends, families)
experiences because I would be here all day and be taking up quite a bit of
room because alot has happened over a several year time
period......Well....here goes. I moved out of my mother and father's home
the day I graduated from high school and moved in with my grandmother whom I
adored. She was still working at the time on the 3 to 11pm shift so I was
home alone alot of the time. The first thing that ever happened was one
night I came home from work and went into one of the living rooms to turn on
the tv and saw the newspaper laying on one of the couches spread open
completely and carefully. I thought nothing of this of course and went
about my business. In the following months things got quite a bit stranger
though. I started hearing noise from upstairs which seemed to be coming
from a specific room, the bedroom right at the top of the stairs which I had
to pass to get to my bedroom. This graduated to hearing people talking at
night through the registers in my room. It sounded like the tv was on. I
could definately hear voices of different people talking. I found out I
wasn't crazy one night when a friend of mine slept over and woke me up in
the middle of the night asking who was talking in here. I have seen lights
turn on and off that were right next to me, heard doors opening and closing,
voices as well but I couldnt make out what they were saying. In fact I rang
my mother one night (my mother and I didnt get on very well at the time) and
pleaded with her to come over just until my grandmother got home because I
was hearing things. She wouldn't at first but finally conceded. When she
got there I was in the kitchen sitting there with a look on my face. She
came in and looked at me like I had lost my mind. Maybe 5 minutes later
guess what....she heard it too!!. A deep voice from right above our heads.
I guess my mother believed me at that point because she looked into it and
had a psychic come in after I woke up one morning to find my grandfather's
(who died a couple months before I was born) Elk's ring on my dresser and a
white tailored man's shirt on the floor of my bedroom. Funny thing was that
sometimes when things would happen I would be afraid and sometimes I
wouldn't. At one point my cousin, a friend of mine and myself decided to
use the Ouija board up in my room one evening. I won't do that again!! I
never really believed those things worked until that night. I threw it away
after that. That graduated to hearing people walk down the stairs and into
one of the rooms and then back upstairs again. I wasn't the only one to
hear it either. Everyone who came to the house with me heard it. The only
one who wouldnt confess to hearing or seeing anything was my grandmother.
The most frightening experience ( this one still gives me goosebumps)
happened one day when a very good friend of mine was over. We were in my
room listening to music and I had just purchased a new poster for my wall.
I grabbed a chair and stood on it to put it up and leaned up against it to
hold it tight against the wall. I asked my friend for a tack and all of a
sudden realized I couldn't move!!! I was sort of calm at first, but soon
went into panic. My friend I think thought I was joking and pulled the
chair out from underneath me. Bad news was.....I was still stuck. There I
was suspended in mid air up against the wall. She panicked and starting
pulling on my legs until I was finally released. I could go on and on. The
stereo used to turn on, lights turned on and off, things would rattle on
shelves ...just certain objects, not everything on the shelf.....footsteps,
voices, doors opening and closing. Most of the activity ceased when I moved
out, but it's still there. My girlfiend and I were there not too long ago
and no one was home. We were in the kitchen making lunch and we could hear
music and footsteps upstairs. My girlfriend wasn't accustomed to this
activity and just kind of looked at me strangely. I told her to ignore it,
it used to happen all the time. It went on for some time and finally we
went upstairs to check things out just in case someone was up there who
shouldnt be. No one was of course. We came down the stairs and stood at
the bottom for a moment then I yelled up for whoever was doing it to knock
it off and something GROWLED at us!!!! .....anyway, I could go on and on as
I have mentioned before...if you would like any detailed accounts of what
happened I will be glad to send in some separately. It might be good for me
to get them off my chest...thanks for listening.
This house was not my only experience, I seem to "attract" them.
By: dr_31neo@swbell.net
In 1977, my parents decided to sell our house and build a home in the
country about 15 miles away from town. We sold our house quickly, and
had to move into a rent home. The house is not spooky at all, until you
go inside. I was only 11 at the time, but it is still very vivid in my
memory.
Everything began about 2 months after we moved in. Our neighboors kids,
my friends, would not go into our back yard at night. It was a large
yard, and many kids took it as a short cut to get to the store across
the street. They told us that a very sinister Negro man had stopped
them one night-he just popped up behind them as they crossed the yard
goig home-and told them to stay out of his yard. They got scared and
ran home to tell their dad. Living in their house for over ten years,
he did not know who this Negro man was-the rent house had been vacant
for a while. And he did not know of any Negro families ever living in
the house. They never went into our yard at night. Ever.
I was awakened by footsteps one night. I heard deep moaning sounds,
more like frustrated humphs more than anything. I woke my brother Ryan
up and he heard them to. That was very scary.
My sister Julie Anne, who was around nine, woke up one night and went
into the living room to check on our Beagle puppy. There, in front of
the window a/c, were small children jumping up and down. There was no
sound, just the apparitions. It scared the hell out of my sister, who
woke up my mom and dad. They dismissed it of course, but I believe
her. Both she and my other brother Regan experienced something in that
house one night (sperate times respectively) that neither will talk
about. My brother is a professional, very accomplished in the law
field. And he is profoundly honest. He will get to the point of
getting snappy if you even bring up that house.
We moved around 9 months later, when our home was finished. Nothing
followed, and that house still stands. Why, I don't know. It has not
been lived in since 1983. I wonder what happened to them...Located on
Main street in Robstown Tx.
By: anikac@email.msn.com
I had read your section on apparitions of living people, and was reminded of
an incident that happened when I was about six.
When I was little, I was extremely close to my father, and had never been
parted from him for any longer than a day; when I was six, he traveled to
Beijing to visit his family for a week. I missed him horribly, of course,
and one afternoon in our house, probably the third day into his trip, he
came into the kitchen just as he would always do, dressed just as usual,
acting very normally. He was there just long enough for me to see him, and I
think I hugged him and was so happy that he had come back. Afterwards, he
left the kitchen, and then was nowhere to be found, but called from Beijing
that evening, and mentioned nothing of the sort--obviously, if he was in
Beijing, then he wouldn't also be in our house in Illinois! My mother never
mentioned seeing him, and I never said anything to her about it. I believe
that some part of him could feel how much I missed him and returned to see
me and make me feel better for a little while, because that is the way that
my father was.
In China we speak of the dead "begging dreams" to the living, which is to
say that they appear in dreams to the living to tell them something. My
father died two years ago, and I promptly threw away all the plans I had
made before he died, moved out to California, and sank into depression,
drinking, drugs, and general self-destructiveness. A few months afterwards,
at the nadir of my depression, my aunt, with whom I am also very close,
called me to tell me that ever since I had moved, she had been dreaming of
my father, who never said anything to her in the dreams but merely looked at
her with a sorrowful and reproachful expression. She asked me if there was
anything the matter, and I had to tell her what I had never voiced before,
how low I felt and how disconnected I was from any kind of living or joy.
Since then she has made a point of keeping in close contact with me,
offering me her support, encouragement, a shoulder to lean on and someone to
scream at when I had to, and with her kindness and love I am now emotionally
and physically fine. Was it the bond between my aunt and I or my father's
concern from the afterlife that prompted her to call me? We won't know, but
I know my father and I know ths at that is a way in which he would have
behaved if he knew I was in trouble and couldn't help me himself.
Not all ghosts are malevolent. Sometimes, I believe, they are the love of
another, love strong eough to overpower corporeal boundaries. If I ever feel
my father's presence, it will be as it was when I was 6, and I will merely
be happy for the chance to see him again, just for a while, without asking
any question, simply taking with gratitude this gift of his love.
By: Dee3319@aol.com
When I was about 7 years old, my grandfather and grandmother were moving to
Florida for his retirement. They had been gone for about 3 days and
everynight we would hear from them and where they were--that kind of thing.
One night after all of us were sound asleep, we were all woke up with a phone
call. It was around 3 oclock in the morning, and it was the kind of news no
one ever wants to here. They were about 8 miles from their destination in
Florida, when they were struck by a truck, and grandpa was killed instantly.
Grandma survived having to have her hip replaced.
About one week later, my mother, my younger sister and I, were at a local
gas station that we went to all the time. I was in the back seat, and my
sister was upfront with my mother. As the man came out of the gas
station--this was the days when all gas stations was full service--I yelled
out, "Mom, that is grandpa." Of course, mom went on to say..."We have gone
over this, grandpa is up in heaven now"....So the man came over towards the
car taking the gas amount my mother wanted in the car, and he started to pump
and then came to my side of the car. It was summer--so all the windows were
down, and the man proceeded to tell me about how much he will miss his
favorite granddaughter and to never worry about him because he will always be
with her. He also said with a smile how much he loves his family and the
grandma will be fine. The whole time this was happening, mom and my sister
just sat in the front talking to each another. He then took the money from my
mom and left, but, first he turned and smiled at me. I know this sounds
alittle strange, but the man looked exactly like grandpa and even smelled like
him. Mom says that he was only saying good-bye to me because he did
practically raise me as a child while her and dad worked and before my sister
came along. I truly believe too...that he said good-bye and felt he was
taken from us too soon. I miss him alot. Although this happened about 20
years ago, all I have to do is think of that warm summers day and his last
smile to me and all sorrow goes away.
By: primerafinan@earthlink.net
Any encounter with a spirit entity can be one of the most frightening
experiences imaginable, especially for a child. Unless the spirit entity
is their to assist you or your loved ones in some way such as a former
family member, the experiences can become annoying or downright
dangerous . My encounters with what I consider to have been a very mean
and nasty spirit began around 1970 in the state of New Jersey. We lived
in a nice
two story home that my parents had recently purchased. It all seem to
start when certain pieces of furniture
had been moved in the attic by me. I was then a child of 8 years of age
and as innocent as they come growing up in a traditional home with
parents that still espoused victorian values. The entity which we later
discovered
was a young man who had committed suicide made his first appearance in a
hallway area adjacent to my bedroom. All I saw was a silhouette of what
seemed like a man wearing a long coat and a hat. I thought it was some
sort of odd refection from some light that came through the kitchen
window, that is until the shadow moved and shifted and then I freaked
out. My parents were awakened and they searched the house hi and low
but no sign of an intruder. Things started to escalate very quickly
thereafter. In the following months I constantly felt a sense of fear
dread that something or someone was watching me and the hair on my back
would stand up each and every time. Then I started seeing family members
in places within the house when they were somewhere else or in another
part of the home. Every time as I approached this apparition it seemed
to just break up like a fog and disappear. At times I did feel that
something was pulling on my bed sheet and at times felt hands coming
through the bottom of the bed and touching my body, it was too weird to
even talk about a thought I was really losing my mind. I was always an
outgoing child making friends easy and getting good marks in school, why
is this happening to me? Did I do something to deserve this? An 8 year
old child? The situation escalated after some 8 months until I felt such
extreme terror that I made an attempt to take me on life. I really
wanted to die the fear and agony that I went through was beyond words,
I truly do not wish it on anyone. I later feel into a deep depression
and slowly thereafter became very ill and had to be hospitalized. This
was a medical hospital not psychiatric. I had lost my eyesight and
conscienceness, I was rushed to the hospital by ambulance where I was on
a strict liquid diet for weeks, I had to be escorted to the bathroom
because I was to weak to stand up, lost control of my bowels and slept
almost all the time. This is all happening to an 8 year old child that
NEVER had any medical conditions of any kind previous to this period. I
was eventually released from the general hospital and began to regain my
strength.over a period of weeks. We eventually moved out and sold the
home. That was more than 23 years ago. I have since then graduated from
the University with a 3.75 GPA a four your tour in the USAF and have my
own business as well as being married to a beautiful woman. It seems I
came out of it OK but the fear and questions linger. If you encounter
any entities DO NOT FEAR THEM they draw energy from your fear. Tell the
entity to leave and say it FORCEFULLY. If it still persist you should
recite some biblical passages and rebuke the entity. Frankincense and
Myrrh are great to burn as in incense that has holy properties. If you
doubt this, don't.
Its wasn't because the wise men thought that a little frankenscence and
myrrh might be nice that they traveled hundreds of miles to bring it to
the manger. No, they were told to by the almighty himself for very REAL
and PURPOSEFUL reasons. It wasn't for fragrance, its much more profound
and esoteric than that. Any way I hope this may help anyone out there
but, the Number one weapon is LOVE. Fill your heart with as much of it
as you can in an unselfish way. Its the strongest of all and a natural
repellent to anything evil.
By: bkgt@webtv.net
My name is Jillian , and I want to share my experience with
you and other readers. When I was 2, my uncle, Larry, was my best
friend. He would take me places, buy me all of these cute dresses that I
would wear to church, and he just loved me to death. Then it all
happened. Larry was working on a building they had been constructing for
6 years, when the worker controling the big concrete pump boom lost
control. The concrete pump had crushed my uncle, and he died right then.
2 weeks later, I was in this little room that my Aunt Joanne (Larry's
wife) had called my Playroom. I loved that room. I played sega genesis,
watched TV, and played with my dolls. One day, I was watching videos
when, on the edge of my bed, in broad daylight, I saw my uncle Larry. He
had his working clothes on, and was talking to me. He said "Jillian, I
have come to say goodbye. You are my most darling niece and I will be in
your heart watching over you". With this, I ran downstairs and told my
mom that I saw a man with a beard in my room. She told me not to worry,
for my uncle had come to say goodbye.
By: kat@tx3.com
I have had alot of experiences. Here is just one of them. My grandma gave
me a musical angel for x-mas , that plays. "Wind between my wings" Out
of the blue it just started playing. I asked my husband if he had turned it
on, and he said he hadn't touched it since we displayed it on our shelves
right after x-mas and neither have I. We just looked at each other and said
oh well, because this sort of thing has been happening to me since i was a
child . My husband is getting use to it. I have more stories maybe i'll
write more when i get a chance. Thanx for letting me share my story.
By: anikac@email.msn.com
I just submitted a story about my father's spirit and had barely hit SEND
when I remembered a ghost story in my family.
My mother comes from a family where 5 sons and 5 daughters survived to
adulthood; they lived in rural Taiwan during and after WW2. The third-oldest
girl was, they say, the prettiest, sweetest, and most outgoing of the five
sisters, and the one with a busy social life in their town; everyone loved
her, and even my grandmother, not by nature an affectionate or demonstrative
person, adored her. When my aunt was in her late teens or early twenties,
she became ill with what I understand to have been pneumonia. She saw a
doctor, who prescribed medicine and promised that there was no danger.
However, as the night wore on, my aunt grew worse and worse: she could
barely breathe, her muscles weakened, and she grew deathly pale. That night
my grandmother, knowing that her daughter would die, stayed awake, and deep
in the night my aunt came to her to say that she loved her and to say
good-bye. She died before dawn.
It turned out that that doctor who had assured them my aunt was in no danger
had given her the wrong medicine. What he gave her destroyed her heart and
lungs.
Ten years later, the doctor was riding his motorcycle through town when he
lost control of the vehicle and crashed into a tree. The accident killed
him. Witnesses said that just before impact, he was screaming my aunt's name
and imploring her to forgive him.
By: RonniOK@aol.com
When I was seventeen I dated a guy named "Steve" who was twenty-two. I found
out that he was an alcoholic and broke up with him. He was very upset but I
we remained good friends.
A couple of years later, I was living by myself in a duplex, taking care of an
elderly woman. A friend of mine called to give me the bad news that Steve was
killed in an accident. I felt terrible. I called his mother to give my
condolences. It was then that I found Steve had had an obsession with me.
His family went as far as to bury my pictures, which he kept in his room, in
his coffin.
I went to the grocery store and when I came back, after carrying two bags in,
I came back outside to get more. The area rug by the front door was flipped
upside down. (This was a very large piece of indoor/outdoor carpet.) I
flipped it back over and retrieved two more bags. It happened again and once
again, I flipped the carpet back over and I said out loud, "Stop it Steve!"
The carpet was turned once more and after putting it back in its place for a
final time I went inside to put up my groceries. Curiosity got the best of me
so I went out to see if it flipped again. The carpet was laid neatly across a
chair on the front porch. Steve has been with me ever since. Moving things.
Whispering. At first I was frightened. Now I am used to it. However, Steve
has attracted other ghosts! But that's another story!! Ronni
By: correale@junction.net
I lived in a house for seventeen years where strange things
occasionally happened. our dryer would often stop in mid cycle and the door
open by itself. It normally took quite a pull to open it and I am sure it
would not just pop open without help. A couple japanese lanterns hanging
would swing when we would walk by often would swing on their own even when no
one had passed and there was no draft that could cause them to move as they we
not near a window. Often my dog would run from one end of the house to the
other just to sit and bark at some unseen thing in an upper corner of a
room. Perhaps the scariest thing was when my sister saw a figure in a long
hooded red robe pass down the hallway in front of her bedroom door without a
sound lit only by the hall nightlight. One last incident there was shortly
before we moved. I heard a cat jump down from the kitchen counter which
was right above my bedroom. It then pitter pattered down the stairs and
jumped up on the end of my bed. I heard the footsteps. I felt it
walk along the bottom of my bed and curl up behind my knees. The house had
no history because it was new when we moved in. We did lose a couple pet
cats when we were there.There seems to be no reason for the hooded figure
that we know of.
By: Clh9876@aol.com
Ok, I used live in a small town of Pennsylvania called Youngsville. My mom,
brother, and I moved into a house on Poplar street. A girl I knew used to live
there and she told me that the house was haunted. I didn't really believe her.
I wasn't really interested in ghosts and stuff. I always thought that Ghosts
stories and and the uija board were just a bunch of made up junk just to spook
peoples interests. Boy was I wrong. A week after we moved in is when I started
to hear strange and unusual sounds most likely coming from the atteck. I tried
to ignore it but it kept on doing it's thing. The sound was a low tone. More
like the dial tone sound of a phone but it was more high pitch. Well I decided
to go check it out. so I went up to the attic and got this really freaky
felling. I mean I had goose bumps on my goose bumps. I didn't hear the sound
again so I went back down stairs to finish unpacking my stuff. I didn't hear
it again for about another 4 weeks. only this time it was coming from the
basement. I of course went down to check it out and again, found nothing.
well later that night I started getting ready for bed when I thought I saw
someone or something standing in my window, but then again my window was on
the second floor. I ignored it and got into bed. A few minutes later I thought
I saw a person w/ red eyes watching me from the corner of my room. I immediatly
sat up and turned on my light and saw nothing but my boxes of stuff. I shut
the light off again, and laid back down. This time I thought I saw someone
sitting indian style next to my bed w/ yellow eyes, and they were glaring at
me. I sat up again and it was gone. I called for my mom, and she did the
whole "check the closet and bed there's no such thing as monsters and ghost"
thing. I did manage to get to sleep later that night. A few months later I had
a friend over for the night and we were home alone. We decided to sleep in the
living room so we could watch t.v. or play w/ my dog. We were looking at
magazines when we suddenly heard something crash on the front porch. It
couldn't of been my cat cause he was sleeping infront of the fire place. The
wierd thing was, was that the front porch door was locked right after my mom
left, only when we went to see what happend the door was wide open. We just
kinda laughed and locked the door and went back inside. An hour later it
happend again only it was louder and we also heard the door slam shut. We both
freaked and ran up stairs to my brothers room and grabbed his hocky stick,
num-chucks, army knife, bb gun, the base ball bat, and a crow bar. when we
got back down stairs we noticed that the porch door was open and the back door
was open w/ My dog barking in the back yard when we went out side we saw
nothing, but when we turned around and looked up at the attic window we saw a
person standing in the window and then disappeared. We were both completely
wigged out and went to her house instead.
By: KBoswell@Criimi.com>
I am 28 and at about age 12 , I can remember an incident involving my
Grandmother whom I had never met that had passed away 13 years before I
was even born. I have alway's felt this special connection to my
Grandmother , I have been told that out of seven Grandchildren I look
the most like her and that my mannerisms' are most like her. In fact I
am quite identical to her. We had just moved in to a new home and I was
nervous about meeting new people. I remember having a hard time falling
asleep. I usually only sleep with a sheet over me . It was around 2:00
am and I remember this warm feeling and a soft white glow hovering above
me . It was my Grandmother and her face was very distinct. I felt her
place a blanket on me. She gave me a reassuring pat as if to say,"
everything will be ok." I asked my mother the next morning if she had
maybe put the blanket on me overnight being a little skeptical of what I
saw and felt. She said ,"No" and we checked the box which the blanket
had been in and it was opened.
It was a blanket that I had brought from her home that my Grandfather
still resided in. To this day I ask my Mom if she thinks it could have
happened, and her response is," If it was to happen to anyone it would
have to be you, You would have held a very special place in your
Grandmothers' heart."
By: ewing@thnet.com
It was hard to decide which on to write about, cause I've seen alot of
things that can only be explained in one word, paranormal. But the one
that stick in my mind the most happened a couple years ago when some
friends and I decided to go road cruising in Clay County, Indiana. The
name of the area is known as Hells Gates, because if ya look at a
topographical map there are seven viaducts that are connected by county
roods and if ya draw a line from on to the other it makes a pentagram.
Any ways we were driving around this country road and stopped in front
of what we call the Virgin Mary Cemetery, because of the statue of the
Virgin Mary standing in it. Some other people we know said that across
the street from it was another cemetery in a groove of trees, so a
couple of friends wanted to check it out. They had ran into some guy in
Terre Haute that was supposedly a paranormal investigator that had
showed them some photos of a house in Greencastle and there was an
entity on the film. So they wanted to see if they could get one on
video, since the guy said that they would also show up on tape as well.
As they got out of the trucks I decided to stay behind with a couple of
other friend because it was cold and I was gettin a cold, and got a
really bad feeling about it. So four of my friends took off across the
field towards this grove of trees. As soon as they started walking we
heard what sounded like coyotes behind us, which wasn't unusual for that
time of the morning, and that area. The only thing is as my friends got
closer to the cemetery the howls got louder and more abundant, not only
were they coming from behind us but they were coming from all around
us. I seen my friends starting to run back towards the trucks, and they
were about a hundred yards away so I figured I would buy them some time
and stepped out of the truck to fire off a couple of rounds in the air
to scare anything off that was in the woods around us. Fortunately they
were fast runners and I didn't get any shots off. The weird thing is
that we've been back there a hundred times since then and never heard a
sound, until someone decides to go walking towards the groove of trees.
Then the howling starts again.
Like I said this is only one of my experiences, but one of the
strangest!!!!!!
By: TerrysAngel@webtv.net
When I was in high school, my friend Heather was given a 1956 Chevy car
for her 17th birthday. It was in pristine condition, for being so old.
The fist night, Heather, myself, and two others went on a joy ride on
the outskirts of our little town. The small winding roads that went
into the countryside were very common for the small Texas towns near
ours. Heather didn't know much about the car, only the name of the woman
who her father bought it from. After an hour or so, out of the darkness
we saw something in the road. It was a cow. We knew that if we hit it,
there would be severe damage to both the car and the cow. So Heather
steered towards the fence. The car crashed into the fence, and none of
us were hurt. We got out of the car to see if the cow could be herded
into the pasture, but the cow was gone! Not even a sight of it! We
looked around and decided that it must have been lights playing tricks
on us. The car had minimal damage to the front fender, and we went
home. The next week, Heather was picking me up for school, and we made
a stop at the local conveneince store for breakfast. The car just
wouldn't stop! We went right through the glass in the front of the
store. The car was examined, and the brake line had been severed. And
the last and final incident was two weeks later. Heather, myself and
another friend were driving home from the next town from a football
game. It was getting late, so we decided to take a shortcut through
some of the backroads. All three of us were in the front seat. All of
a sudden, Heather screamed. She stopped the car and got out, we
followed. When she finally caught her breath, there was a moment of
silence when she told us what she saw. She claimed to have seen red
eyes in the backseat as she glanced in the rearview mirror. We all
believed her.
The next day, we all took a trip, in my car, to see the woman whom her
father had bought the car from. We told her about the events that had
occured in the few months that Heather had the car. She was not
surprised at all. Her husband bought her the car as a wedding present
back in 1956, and it was his pride and joy. She had only decided to
sell the car after he died just weeks before she sold the car. She told
us that the money would be returned to her father if that was okay. We
all believe that the spirit of the man who loved his wife so much could
not bear to see their car sold. We all believe that these events were
caused by the man to make the car come back.
By: fnm@matrixinet.com
Hi I'm glad that there is a place for people like me to tell their
stories with out being laughed at or scoffed at. I've told some of my
stories to a few people but I get strange looks, they nod and smile and
walk away. I have tried to write the stories but I get interference.
Something always stops me. Family emergency, pencils breaking,
typewriters screwing up, mental blocks, I start shaking uncontrollably.
The last only happened when I tried to write in the house.
I lived in the same house for almost my whole life. There were little
things that happened back then. I remember being terrified to go to the
bathroom because I had to go through the utility room to get there. The
worst part was the closet right by the bathroom door. I would run "Hell
for leather" to get past that door. The upstairs was a night mare. My
brothers told me that they saw things walk through the room on several
occasions. I didn't sleep up there but I was afraid to go up there
alone because it felt like I was being watched. The landing in
particular was the worst. I'd jump across it and didn't want to be
there.
I got married and moved out. A few years later I moved back in. My
father had died and Mom had moved out leaving the house empty. My Now
ex husband and I moved in with our two little boys. My husband became
violent and abusive. He had always been verbally abusive but he started
beating me. He also started drinking and smoking dope more regularly.
That made it worse. He finally moved out.
My girlfriend "T" moved in. She was a girl I went to school with and
she was divorced..We decided to share the house. She claimed to be
Psychic was her Mother. I don't know if they were. I do know I had to
go to her on one very frightening experience and they did help. One
night she left the house to call her mother,(Ididn't have a phone). I
was struggling to get the coal burning stove going. It was bitter cold
and it was my only source of heat. The kids were there and the house was
freezing I had to get that thing going. I only had some paper and some
little sticks.Most people don't have experience with coal, but it is
very hard to start, nothing like charcoal. I'd say 10 times harder to
get going. I threw some coal on top and turned to get some more wood
and the fire started on it's own. I hadn't been home since the night
before and there were no embers left. I hadn't lit a match. It just
started by itself. It didn't just start it roared to life. I had to
slam the door to keep the fire from scorching me. You could hear the
flames crackling and whooshing up the chimney. It was terrifying.
"T" came back right after that. I stood in the living room and she came
in with a smile on her face and said something about the fire and how
warm it was getting. She was acting weird. Finally she said someting
about getting a little unsolicited help, and suddenly I couldn't
breath. I wasn't choking, my throat just closed, i couldn't breathe, I
was freezing cold and tears were streaming from my eyes. She grabbed me
and told me that it was my father and to stop fighting it. He just
wanted to let me know he was okay, afraid but okay. It let up a little
and I could breathe again. She told me that Dad knew he was gone but
didn't want to move on. I don't remember too much after that it's kind
of blury and hazy. I remember feeling very warm and safe for a short
time, (maybe Dad gave me a good bye hug). She was talking to" Dad" and
told him that he had to move on and he could keep watch but not from
where he was now. Like I said before I don't remember much it all
disjointed and jumbled. I do remember watching the back door for some
reason. I woke up the next morning and nothing was mentioned about the
night before. Months later she refered to it in some manner or
another. She said I had abilities that I should practice, but I'm not
clear on what she meant.
That was a mild event. Maybe I'll tell that one some other time. Maybe
one of the stories that doesn't like to be told.
By: gregk@zoomnet.net
When I was about 14-15 years old, two friends
and I went on a camping trip. None of us were old enough to have a driver's
license, so we walked the 3 miles from our hometown, Point Pleasant, WV. We had
gotten permission to camp on the farm of one of our old elementry school
teachers. It was
the middle of the summer, so we didn't bother with a tent. We just dropped our
sleeping bags in a small grove of trees in a hill-side pasture-field (The cattle
were in another pasture at the time.). We picked the spot both because the trees
would block any inclement weather, and because it was within 50' of a large
spring-fed concrete cattle tank that was perfect for a cool soak on a hot
evening.
By the time night had fallen, we had a good fire going, and after the usual
round of b.s. and horseplay that occured wherever we happened to be, we turned
in. I managed to go to sleep on top of a knotty root (as usual), and the
discomfort woke me, probably sometime after midnight. The fire had burned down
to a tiny pile of glowing coals, giving off no light to speak of. As I
readjusted myself, I noticed the lights on the opposite
hill. That hill was entirely and
heavily wooded, and about 300 yards away across a grassy bottom with a tiny
brook running running through it where the grass gave way to woods. The view was
relativly clear even in the darkness . A fine mist was just beginning to rise,
but it was not thick enough to obscure anything; I could still make out
individual trees and bushes. A light was moving through the trees along
the side of the opposite hill. It moved several yards, then abruptly went out. I
took it to be a coon-hunter's flashlight at first, although I had heard no dogs.
Another light came on a short distance away, and repeated the performance
of the first one. About this time, Bob woke up and noticed the show; like me, he
assumed that it was either someone coon hunting, or maybe some aquaintances from
school trying to scare us. Soon, the whole hillside was dotted with moving
lights, all of which traveled about the same distance as the first, before going
out (average duration about 5 seconds). We began to get scared when we realized
that there were too many lights for a hunting party, they were moving faster
than a man could run in heavy woods, and they were getting closer! We tried
awakening our other friend with hissing whispers, but he is a notoriously sound
sleeper, and we could get no more out of him than a snoring grunt. Soon, the
lights began to appear in the grassy bottom. Our fright went to a whole new
level, for the grass was not over ankle high, and the lights drifted over it; no
one was holding them! They came closer, as Bob clutched a knife and I held a
hatchet; I don't know what we would have done with them, but we were near panic.
They came within 50'; one of them even made half a circut around the cattle tank
in plain view before winking out like the rest. After that, they began drifting
back toward the other hill. The entire sequence was repeated in reverse order,
until the last light winked out near where the first one had appeared. The whole
thing took probably 15 min. to half an hour. Neither Bob nor I had ever seen
anything like this before, or since, for that matter. I've never heard of anyone
else seeing anything similar in this area, either. If anyone has, then I'd like
to hear about it.
By: BlueEm1nem@aol.com
One night when I was baking I had set my cookbook on the counter and left the
room for a minute. I came back and the cookbook was inside of a pot of boiling
water. I freaked and went to bed. The next night it had snowed and I opened
the curtains to watch the snow fall down. Then I left the room and came back,
and the curtains were closed. Just the other night I was online and I heard
someone talking so I opened the door and both of our sterios were turned on
along with the T.V.'s . I went out of the room and turned everything off
thinking it was just a power surge. But when I went back into the room where
the computer was there was someone or something standing by the window. It was
a black figure, very short and had no arms or head. Every since then we've had
no problems. But I later found out that a person was murdered in my attic 1
year before we moved in here. Someone had broken into the house and cut off
the guys legs and arms and shove him into the attic and left him there.
By: jpinckne@lane.k12.or.us
Well my name is Erika I was born on January 11, 1984 in Springfeild,OR.
We first lived in a duplex. My mom and dad said they experienced strange
things. I was
to little to know of anything happening. My dad worked early in yhe morning
and often said he seen an old lady walking up and down the hall. One night
my mom and I were home alone and I was already in bed my mom whent to chek
on me and said see seen an old woman holding me. My mom immediatly went and
called my dad who was at my grandmas house and told him to came home he did
and seen nothing. Later that night
I started to cry and before my parents could respond I stopped. When they
entered my room there I was hovering above the ground. I am now told at the
age of 15 that it was my dads grandmother, which they think is my guardian
angel. I have had other experiences which I will write about later.
By: Anonymous
Well, first of all, I have to admit, I
have read EVERYONE of the stories on your page, and I think they are
great. Most of this stuff scares the bee-gee-bees out of me, but I can't
help but to continue reading. I have a couple of other experiences I will
send at a later date. However, today I wanted to send you a quick mail
telling you about a place out here in CA that is 'supposedly' haunted.... to
me... there is no 'supposedily' part to it. Well, this is a restaurant in
Los Gatos, CA. It is called the Chart house. Unfortunately (or
fortunately for those that enjoy this kind of stuff), this place has a couple of
.......'residents'. This restaurant once was a Morgue! Well, it
obviously is not something that they owners like to be known to the public,
being bad for business and all. Well, I had the occasion to dine at the
Chart house one evening. We had ordered and the food had arrived...
everything good so far. Well, I decided to use the restroom (RR) (which is
in the downstairs part of the resturant). Well, in the RR, its as normal
as any other, except that it has a nice, old, and tall standing mirror that is
in one corner of the RR, and looking into the mirror, you can see the
sinks. Well, I was in there, all alone... so I thought. I was
putting on some lipstick, and making sure that I looked ok...normal stuff, when
the faucet (which I can see from the mirror) came on FULL BLAST. Needless
to say, it scare the you-know-what out of me. I know that this sounds
stupid and all, but the only thing that I could think of was to say out loud (as
calmly as I could) Please, Don't scare me like that!!! and I walked
over (ok... I moved pretty quickly) to the faucet, turned it off, and pretty
much took off upstairs to my table. Well, I talked to the guy I was having
dinner with and he told me that the place used to be a morgue.... I was a tad
freaked on that. The waitress had to wait until the table next to us left,
(she didn't want to scare them off I guess) then she came over and told us the
brief history of the place.... and yes, it was a morgue at one point. I ended up
taking my dinner home....