I have never seen a ghost that I can think of. (I have family members though that have seen
tons because of my grandparents haunted house) But I have had at least two experiences in my
life that I will never forget. The first one was when I lived in Heidelberg Germany. My sister
was back in the states and she was constantly fighting with my father about her wedding. One
day she got so frustrated she called me in Germany and asked if I would call my grandfather
(who lived 2 minutes from my sisters home) to see if he could do something about my father's
orneryness. I said yes sure, and called my grandfather. I spoke for about 5 minutes and in
that time I asked about my grandmother, to see how she was and if I could talk to her. He
said she was sleeping and would give her a message I had called. I went to sleep shortly
thereafter and had a dream. In this dream I was my grandmother and I had a heart-attack.
I woke up feeling disconnected somehow and strange. The strange feeling whatever it was
never left me. When I went to bed that night I had another dream, again I was my grandmother
and I had a second heart-attack, but this time I actually died in this dream. I woke up at
6:30am with the phone ringing. It was my sister calling to say that our grandmother had a
stroke and was in the hospital. I couldn't believe this! I knew what was going to happen
though, and I told my sister that my grandmother would have another stroke and die. 5 days
later or so that is exactly what happened. I came home for the funeral, but was quiet and
withdrawn. I could not cry. I felt that my grandmother had connected with me because I was
so far away. I felt prepared for her death. I talk to my grandmother every now and again.
I think somehow she is still around and I really like that because I really loved her.
The second story I will be quick about. Presently I live in Arizona and my parents in NY.
My friends and I get together every thursday at a coffee house to play UNO and just relax
from the stress of the week. I had a dream one night that my sister called me at this coffee
house one Thursday to tell me that my father was in the hospital and in serious condition(later
on in the dream he died.) About one month ago I was at our coffee house as usual and I was
told I had a phone call! It was my sister calling to say that our father was in the hospital
and he was in serious condition!!!! I think I really stopped breathing because the dream came
right to my mind. The only good thing about this dream is that my father survived the hospital
and is safe at home....thank you for listening!
My first Husband and I bought our semi-detached, 2 1/2 story home 11 years
ago. We were the third owners. It was built in the 1940s. On the third year
of ownership, my husband & I divorced. Our 4 young children and I remained
living in our home. As they grew we began to use the eaves attic storage
space more often. Upon one of our storage adventures, my son William was
exploring the eaves crawl space. He looked between some boards that were
place over the second floors ceiling (the crawl spaces flooring). He called
to me stating that he saw something positioned along side of the chimney, and
that it resembled a metal box.
The ironicalness of finding this box excited me tremendously because several
of my older neighbors had told me countless stories about the homes first
owner, Theodore Miller, who was believed to have stashed several large sums
of money through out the house. We casually looked for "his"stash several
times, as if we were playing a scavengers hunt game on snow stormy winter
days. However, we discounted the legends as myth and didn't pay much
attention to the rumors until we found this metal box resting alongside the
The hidden area was created for the hiding place of this metal box only and
only a very trained eye could actually see it from it's hiding place. I
personally had stored things in the eaves from the time I had moved into the
home. My ex-husband had been in the eaves many times to repair things and
store things and neither of us had ever found the hidden box before.
Carrying the metal box down to the first floor dining room, I opened the box
with much apprehension, fearing the Pandora's box story of childhood. I was
profoundly amazed by what I found inside. The box to my amusement did not
contain the first owners hidden cash stash but it did however, contain nearly
a hundred photo's. The photo's were that of the owners family and friends.
Several of the photo's were of the neighbor hood, various homes, businesses,
and residents of bygone years. One of the photo's actually showed the nearly
finished construction of the Junior High School in 1940.
The box also contained the original land property purchase receipts, and Mr.
Miller's baptism records from the early 1900s.
This information must seem totally irrelevant to the story of ghosts until
you read what happened next. My children who never suffered from nightmares
began to awaken in the middle of the night to fits of screaming and
horrifying dreams. They continually began to complain of seeing things,
especially and man ghost like figure.
What I haven't shared with you yet is my own personal experience with "our
haunting." From the time that I moved into this home I never felt comfortable
in the home when I was alone. I preferred to remain on the first floor during
the day time hours and I never went to the third floor alone. I always had an
uncomfortable feeling about that room. I always had a feeling of being
watched while on the second floor, and I sometimes felt I saw something but
chalked it up to my fear and imagination. I never gave it much thought, never
made a connection that I was living among a spirit.
Until the box was open and the children complained and began telling me of
experiences they were having.
It was not until my boyfriend, now second husband Jon, moved in to our home
that the pieces to our experiences began to make sense. After spending his
first day alone in our home Jon (he worked nights and I work days) spoke to
me that evening about the strange feelings he felt alone during the daytime
hours. He described in detail the same presence I had always felt in our
home. I had not shared my discomfort with anyone before. He knew of the "box"
we had found because He and I were dating at the time of finding it. Neither
he nor I made a connection until that first night. Our thought was to put the
pictures back and close our "Pandora's box." The one glitch was that I had
already donated some of the pictures to the School District. I felt it would
not help us if we did not put things back completely the way we found them.
Our decision was then to accept that our home was being shared by another and
we came to terms with that fact. Both Jon and I still felt the presence and
didn't fear it or get anode with it. At this time, I began to visually see
the ghostly figure of this man throughout the house. I became so secure with
this situation that I even moved our bedroom to the third floor due to
needing more room during a reconstruction. We spent many blissful years
sleeping in this room. It became a haven filled with peace and love. Two of
my sons now share that room and they embrace it with as much joy as we did.
I want to express to everyone that we were at first very afraid and fearful
of what we were experiencing. It appears that once Jon and made peace with
our home sharing we only felt security and pleasure being in our home at all
times alone or not.
However, the children continued to have nightmares and daytime sightings. We
were unable to offer them reassurance and understanding to accept this
presence as okay and non threatening.
Jon and I decided to send our friendly spirit away from our home because of
the fear the children were experiencing. Together we held hands and
proclaimed our belief in God, and told Mr. Miller clearly that he was to move
on and make no further contact with us or our children. We expressed our
selves through words of love and patience and understanding but making it
know to him that he was scaring the children and that it had to stop at this
We have since learned that Theodore and his wife, Violet Miller, never had
children. They were unable to conceive. Jon and I figure that the reason "he"
was contacting the children was that he longed to play with them and enjoy
having the relationship with them that he didn't have with his own during his
time on this plane. Neither of us feel he was trying to hurt or scare them.
It was their misunderstanding that created their fear of him.
We have had many experiences that have happened in our home that leaves us to
believe "he" is with us still all these years later. The exception is that he
no longer contacts us. One memorable time is this past Christmas season. We
had an old but beautiful strand of Christmas lights strung from our piano. I
forgot to unplug them and went to bed. I awoke to find the strand still
plugged in but the cord to the lights were completely burned, melted blacken
plastic. Jon and I both claim the reason our house didn't burn to the ground
is to the loving "ghost of protection" that dwells within our home with us.
Some years ago I was dating a girl in Tucker, Georgia. We
had gone back to her parents house and were downstares (there was an upstars,
main floor and a sunken living room that lead to the garage). While sitting on
the couch and talking I heard some one come downstairs, around into the dining
room and into the kitchen. I turned to see who it was when the steps continued
down to our level (beside me). The weight of the 'person' could be seen on the
steps and the steps (sans body) continued out into the garage. I looked at her
(she was grinning) and followed the steps into the garage. I felt a presence and
saw something to my right. I turned but saw nothing - just felt the impression
that it had passed into the wall at that point. In the tucker/stone
mountain/ decatur area there were many small battles fought during the civil
war. The girl related to me that other houses in the block had experiences too -
all seemed to be in a line. A little research by one of her friends seemed to
intecate that a trench line existed here. She related that the ghost would go up
and down the hall and would also open and shut doors.
Hey, I just wanted to post a quick weird thing that happened to me.
I went to Salem, MASS to get my wedding dress two weeks ago (married last
weekend) and something weird happened. I was in Fool's Mansion on a Sunday,
putting my dress on layaway for a week. And they wouldn't let me get part
of the dress, I wanted. Hard to describe, but an Over piece that looks like
a tank top on top and a skirt attached that's wicked long and silky/satiny.
It would go over the dress that I did buy. It's supposed to be custom-made
and would have taken 3-4 weeks to make and I only had two weeks (I know, I
know!) So I asked if I could have the one off the mannequin and she said
I was very disappointed. Oh well. So I went up front to leave her some
money for the part of the dress I did get. There are two separate rooms.
The front where the cashiers are and the back, that they call the
Renaissance Room. After I paid I was waiting for my friend to stop
chattering away with the woman who sells the alcohol free perfume there. So
I decided to go in the back room one more time to look at the part of the
dress I couldn't get. I went back there and the back room also has a small
room attached where they do adjustments and hems and stuff (an open sewing
room.) The light was on when I was back there before. But when I went back
this time the sewing room lights were off and I was walking towards the
dress and looking at it and noticed the lights were off and as I was turning
my head to the right, towards the sewing room I heard far away screams of
many many people and once my head was fully turned to the sewing room, the
screams stopped in an instant! Weird! I did a double take to make sure my
hearing was correct. They also have a cellar where the woman who makes the
dresses was at the time, and that's where she makes them. You have to walk
past the cellar door to get the back room. It was just really weird and
thought it could have been my imagination, but I don't think so. Who knows!
Hi! I love your website, and I thought I'd share some things that
happened to me, though they're not nearly as dramatic as what other
people have written about....
I grew up in a small split-level house that was situated in a
very "normal" neighborhood in south-eastern PA, but I always thought
the house was haunted, and here's why. First of all, no one could
stand to be in the house alone, even my parents, though we could
never say why. Nothing usually happened, it was just a bad feeling
we would get. When there was more than one person in the house, it
The first unusual event that I can remember happened when I was about
5. I remember waking up in the middle of the night and finding what
looked like a black triangle sitting on my bed. I remember touching
it and it bit or shocked me on the finger. I don't remember being
afraid at all, only curious.
The second event did make me afraid. I had to be about 5-6, because
I was sharing my room with my brother (who's 2 years younger) at the
time. The way my room was arranged was like this: the room was
square, and the door was near the bottom left corner. As soon as you
came into the room, my closet was to your left and the foot of my bed
was directly in front of you. My brother's bed was next to mine, to
the right. Well, one night, I woke up and there was a lady standing
next to my closet, by my bed. I know it was not my mother, because
she is very small and has straight dark brown hair, and this woman
was tall with sort of scraggly light brown hair. I remember her face
was very frightening, like she was grimacing. I was so afraid I
jumped into bed with my brother and slept with him for the rest of
Then, throughout my childhood, I would frequently wake up in the
middle of the night, almost overcome with fear. I would never open
my eyes, but instead would bury my face under my stuffed bear and my
covers, almost suffocating myself rather than expose any part of my
body to the air. (Maybe the lady kept coming back!) I was terrified
of the dark and would scream if anyone closed the door to my
bedroom. I always insisted that the hall light be left on when I had
to go to bed.
The downstairs part of my house was not quite a basement and was only
partially underground (we lived "in" a hill, so the front part of the
downstairs was about 5 feet underground, while the back part had a
door that opened into the backyard). I was always afraid of the
downstairs, and even my very logical and clear-headed aunt says she
too hated to be down there. It just gave you the creeps. Whenever
she stayed overnight (the pull-out sofa was down there), she would
ask me and my brother to stay with her. The only light was all the
way across the room from the stairs, so if you were there at night
and wanted to leave, you had to turn off the light and run as fast as
you could across the dark room to get to safety. This was always a
problem for me, because the piano was down there, and I often played
at night. The third scary event is related to the piano.
I was about 12 at the time, and had a habit of rocking up on the
front 2 legs of the piano bench when I played. My mother would
always scold me for that, saying I would break the bench if I kept it
up. One day, during the late afternoon, I was playing the piano and
my entire family was upstairs getting ready for dinner. Well, I
started rocking up on the bench, as usual, when I literally felt a
hand push the back of the bench down so that all legs touched the
floor. I got so scared I ran upstairs and told everyone what
happened, but of course, no one believed me. I got into my head the
thought that maybe the hand had belonged to my guardian angel, so I
started drawing pictures of her (I called her Emily) and talking to
her in my mind.
The last event I can remember happened one night at 12:30 am (I
remember looking at the glowing face of my clock and thinking it
looked like a giant cat's eye). There was a mirror on my wall,
situated so that if you were lying in bed, you could look into the
mirror and see down the hall and into the kitchen. Well, that night,
I woke up and just laid there for a while. I started hearing sounds
in the kitchen: the floor creaking, liquid being poured, a glass
being set on the counter. I thought it was my father getting a
drink, so I laid there and watched in my mirror for him to come out
of the kitchen. Only he never came! I waited until about 1, then I
fell asleep. The next morning, I asked my father if he had been in
the kitchen, and he said no. So I figure it was a.....
When I was thirteen, we moved out of that house into the one we live
in now (I'm now 21). I still don't like being there alone (I guess
I'm a natural scaredy-cat), though only one documentably strange
thing has ever occurred. When we had first moved in, my cousins came
to visit us. I was down in the basement (a real basement this time)
playing with my cousin Bettina. Now, not to be rude, but my cousin
is very very slow, mentally. I say this because, knowing her, there
is no way that she could make this up, because she has virtually no
imagination. So we were playing down there, when all of a sudden she
looked up and into the far corner, where in the wall is a sort of
cubby hole. She stared there for a few seconds, and I asked her what
she was looking at. She said, "did you see that?" "What?" I asked.
She said she saw a large figure "covered with eyes" standing in the
corner, and she heard it say "This is the wrong house," and then it
went away. After that, whenever I have to go down there alone, I
sing church hymns (hey, it can't hurt!).
Finally (I know, I'm sorry this is so long!), two semi-strange things
have happened in our house: first, in my room, only on some nights,
strange light reflections will appear on my ceiling and I've never
been able to figure out what causes them or where they come from.
Secondly, since my brother and I have gone to college and my parents
are alone, they have told us that they hear banging noises in their
wall by the bed and in the same wall but downstairs. Gosh, I HOPE
it's just the plumbing!
One night while my mom was sleeping in our room, she said she
woke up because someone was pulling the covers. She looked
around and saw a black figure. She knew it wasn't me or my brothers
because they were wearing bright shirts, and you can see them in the
She's not sure if she was dreaming or not. It felt real.
My next story is about me and someone in my room...
I was going in my room to get my remote car. I bent down to pick up
the remote when all of a sudden the car drove about a foot before
stopping. The car had no batteries, and that was what really scared
me. I ran downstairs and told my dad. He really didn't pay much
attention. I didn't tell anyone about what happened. It's probally not that
scary, but it's all true.
My bestfriends mother Mary has told me a couple stories of her personal
experences in the paranormal that I thought might be of interest to the
One day when Mary was about 12 her aunt was planting in the garden. As
she was digging she came across a small doll with a porcline face. It was in
good condition, even thought you could tell that it had been in the ground
for quite a few decades, so she brought it into the house, washed it off and
gave it to Mary. That night Mary put it on her burrow and went to sleep. The
next morning it was gone. She was very upset and asked everyone who lived in
the house if they had taken it but no one had even seen the doll. After a few
weeks she gave up on looking for the doll.
A year later her aunt was again working in the garden and in the same spot
found the same doll laying in the same position. So again she took it into
the house and washed it off (at that time she thought that one of Marys
siblings had played a trick on Mary by hiding the doll in the garden, she
didn't think twice about it being in the same local) she than gave it back to
Mary saying that someone must of hidden it on her. So this time Mary didn't
tell her siblings about her finding the doll and hid it in her underware
drawer where she was sure no one would go. The next day when she went to get
her clothes just before she took her shower, she checked to see if the doll
was still there, SURPRISE!, it wasn't. when she was about thirty and had a
husband and son of her own and she was living in that house with her mother,
husband, and son. That spring she decided to start a garden and lo and
behold there was the doll in the exact same location she brought it into the
house, washed it off, and put it on her burrow. Next day it was gone. Mary
than decided to never dig in that spot again. I just dread the day one of
there dogs digs it up.
The other is a short story of a singing lady. There was once a
kind elderly old lady who haunted Mary's house. She was not like other
ghosts. She was only seen by Mary twice, Mary describes her as a frail
elderly and short wearing a floral dress. Her voice was the most beautiful
that Mary had ever heard and she sang for a few years to anyone, she never
hid her presence because she never felt threatened she sang fo anyone family
friends and strangers. Plus she often helped them out. After about three
years she left just as suddenly as she came, to much the dismay of the family
(they loved her).
Alright.There I was, a four year old girl sleeping
on the floor of my living room. My head was facing the doorway that attatched
the living room with the dining room. That night, around 12:25,
I woke up because I was cold. But I was all snug
between 2 thick quilts. Then I looked up into the
dining room and saw my aunt Pam, who passed away before I was born. She was a
twin to my mom. She was all pale with a long white nightgown on.( did I
meantion she died in her sleep?) So I said, " Mom? Is that you?" She nodded
her head no.than I looked down and saw she had no feet!
Then I said, "Go away, I'm trying to sleep!!!"
So then she nodded her head yes, turned around,
and walked up to a bedroom door, put her hand on
the wood, and them vanished! That's not the only
meeting with a ghost though.So I'll tell you more some other time!
Hello. My name is Barry and I have always been very much into the
subject of ghosts and apparitions. I have many books on ghosts and am
fascinated with them, spending countless hours reading real peoples'
true stories. I do not call them 'the supernatural' because there is
nothing supernatural about ghosts. They are a part of our every day life
and existence, although most people don't think so and so call them
weird or 'supernatural'. Anyway, just wanted to clear that up. Now, on
with my stories....
1). I haven't ever actually SEEN a ghost or apparition. Although I have
had many small experiences and have heard family members and friends
tell theirs, as most of us at some point in our lives have some sort of
brush with the other side. It's bound to happen. So, here is one of my
experiences: It was quite a few years ago and I was getting ready for
school. My dad, step-mom, brother and twin sister were all in the
upstairs bathroom bustling around getting ready frantically. I was
downstairs in the bathroom that is directly under the one upstairs.
There is a vent that leads from the upstairs one to the downstairs one.
I was getting ready to brush my teeth when suddenly I heard someone hiss
my name a couple times. So obvious and not loud but not soft. Enough to
make my head snap to attention and look up. I immediately looked to the
air vent, because that's where it seemed to be coming from. It sort of
sounded like my step-mom's voice, but it obviously wasn't, because why
on earth would she take the time from being so busy to lean down into
the vent and hiss my name? Please. That in and of itself isn't logical.
So I just stood there for a few seconds with the toothbrush in my hand
and then threw it down and booked it upstairs, where I saw my family
still busily getting ready. I didn't tell any of them about it.
2.) The second experience also happened a long time ago. Now I can't
remember exactly how long ago. I was sleeping in my bed and at the time
my bedroom door was open, allowing view out into the hallway and I could
see from the angle my mom's closed bedroom door straight across.
Suddenly I opened my eyes for whatever reason and as soon as I opened my
eyes I saw a white glob or white glowing mass in the air, reaching out
for the doorknob of my mom's closed bedroom door. It was so obvious and
so there! I only layed in awe and in a fraction of a second it
3.) My old babysitter used to tell us about the house she used to live
in. When she and her husband moved there it was all run-down and the
shutters were sideways and such. But they soon fixed it up and it was
pretty nice. Well, her husband worked the night shift and so she would
fall asleep alone. But often she would be lying in bed and she would
hear a whistling voice slowly coming up the stairs. Oddly enough it
never scared her. It was rather peaceful. Or they would both find
newly-lit cigars in the basement in an ash tray. Also, I have seen a
picture of her bedroom wall where green glob was dripping out and it
bothered her and so eventually she ended up putting a paper plate over
it, and wallpapering it up! :) Also, once when she was home alone with
her dog she heard her dog barking and went to see where he was--the
bathroom. Inside the bathroom she was astonished to find that the entire
bathroom: the walls, the toilet, the sinks the counters, the floor and
even the waste basket were all filled to the brim with water! What
caused that to happen? And also they would be watching television, and
then would get up to leave and turn the tv off. Then it would flip right
back on on its own accord--on a different channel! And it was always a
sports channel so they assumed that that, mixed with the sound of the
whistling and the cigars in the basement, proved it was an elderly man.
What do you think?
My true story began with a simple fun rumour but soon turned out to be
far more chilling than I had ever expected.
It all started with a story about a little girl called Anabella who had
fallen down the old stone steps of the "old building" in our school many
years ago. People said her spirit still roamed this eerie building we
all had to go into at school for various things. Being excitable eleven
year olds a few of my friends and myself began playing around with the
idea of this girl stuck in the old building. Often we'd find these
strange areas of wall covered in a bloodlike paint and we would say it
was her blood when she fell. It was weird but I personally began to
become very obsessed with the idea of a ghost in the school. In lessons I
would gaze out the windows to the dark looming buliding and try and
catch her face in the windows and sometimes I thought I could see a girl
with long black hair and a white sullen face.
This is when I began to get scared, I couldn't sleep at night and I
quite genuinely felt this spirits presence even when I was at home at
night in bed, as though she were watching me or wanting a part of the
childhood she could never have. I never had nightmares but strange
things would happen to me to make me feel "she" was there, of lurking
quite literally behind me. I am now twenty years old and I still feel
afraid at night. Me and my friends messing around in that building and
wanting to see a ghost has caused me to be haunted ever since.
Recently my father, who claims to be sensitive to spirits said when he
went to the same school as a boy he sensed a very strong negative force
in the building but refused to ever tell me when I was young. He said it
was focused around an old trap door at the top of the building and that
something sinister may have happened there, perhaps in connection with
the lost girl anabella, this is all such a mystery to me even now I do
not know the truth of what happened all I know is that it is often not a
good idea to involve yourself in these things because us mortals do
have control over how it will affect us.
This really happened to my family and I in the mid 80s.I was about 15 at
the time and two siblings.Steve 17 and Val 4. My stepdad was at work and my
mother was watching t.v. with us that evening in the livingroom. I was laying
on the floor and everyone else was on the couch. I remember hearing a sound
like air was being let out of something and then suddenly the door to the
living room slammed shut.This door is not on springs it will only close if
someone shuts it and it was wide open at the time. Anyway we all jumped to our
feet and my brother ran into the kitchen and grabbed a knife and told my mom
and sis to stay on the couch. Steve and I opened the door and ran throughout
the house not finding anything. We then went back to the living room where my
mom and sis were and asked if they saw anyone or heard anyone run by while we
were running throughout. Just then we heard something from the celler . This
time my mother ran to the phone as my brother (as nuts as he is ) went
downstairs into the basement. Its not a big basement and he saw nothing. As
he entered the upstairs my mother asked if anyone was down there as she held
the phone. I kept saying "call the police..call the police." and as I did we
heard noises from outside in the garage. The garage is not attached to the
house so we didnt know what was going on. A few minutes went by and everything
was calm and my mother started to explain. We all knew our first father
passed away from a heart attack in the garage in 1972. She told us weeks after
his death she would hear things clang in the sink. He use to throw his spoon
into the sink after eating cereal and stuff and made a game out of reaching
the sink. He always told my mom if he ever died he would come back to scare
her. He was only kidding of course .So we thought. She also saw shadows and
pictures on the walls would suddenly be crooked.Sometimes they fell. In fact
the first time my wife (girlfriend at the time) came over I told her the
story outside before we went in. The minute we went to go upstairs a picture
fell from the wall. Also weeks after that night, Christmas morning my brother,
mother, and I waited for my stepdad and sister to come downstairs to open the
gifts. As we looked through our stocking stuffers and talked we heard someone
coming down the stairs. But there was no-one there and the steps walked past
us and smelt like flowers. We all looked at each other a smiled we knew that
was our Dad. Well ever since the last picture falling off the wall which was
about 5 and a half years ago I don't think anything else has happened. I ask
my mother from time to time.
It was about three in the morning when I found myself waking from a deep
sleep. I live in an old victorian servants room, just outside London. As
I woke I noticed a large white mass in front of me slightly to my right,
as I only had my eyes slightly open I thought at first it was my duvets
that had bunched up during the night, but when I fully stretched out mu
arm to pull them towards me,my hand swiped through the mass and as my
vision became clear I saw a woman's face starirng over me towards a
small stained glass window I have on my left. At that point she slowly
faded away and then the shock hit me. With 2 duvets pulled up around me,
I was in a hot sweat with shock, but my ears and nose were icy cold, it
took me 3/4 of an hour to allow myself to move.
I am not sure whether this is actually a
supernatural occurence or not, but when I was five years old, we used to live in
a different house. I was (and still am) an only child, and there were
three bedrooms. I got two of them, one for my toys, and the other for me
to sleep in. Don't ask why this was the arrangement, I don't know to this
day. I just know that one of the bedrooms, the one with toys in, was
bigger than the other by a huge margin. we could only fit a bed in the
other one, and that is where I slept. Strangely though, not where my
I had previously chosen the little bedroom to
sleep in, for whatever reason sprang into my mind long ago. About two
months after we moved into this house, my cousin told me a ghost story, which
was to be the basis for my whole interest into the supernatural, but that is
When we were in that house, I never used to like
to get my toys, and it was always a little colder than the rest of the
house. When I lay in bed at night in the other bedroom, I used to hear
things sometimes move, as if being pushed. But how much does a little
child who has been told a ghost story imagine I hear you say?
Well let me tell you that after we moved (about
3 years later) my mother told me that it was in fact colder in the room, and she
did not like it in there either. That seemed kind of strange to me, as I
led myself to believe that it was just my imaginings, being young and
impressionable as I was.
The story that I was told which made me
most scared was about a man who lived near a grave yard. Every night, the
faces of the teeming dead would visit his very bedroom wall, and wail in
pain......If you want to hear the full story then email me.
Well, here's another one of those ghost stories for you to post, if
you feel it's worthy. It might not be as spectacular as some of them,
but it was pretty exciting when it was all going on... Congratulations
on the site, by the way, it's all most interesting.
Though I've been in quite a few (supposedly) haunted houses where
friends or relatives lived, I've only lived in one for about a year.
All the strange occurrences ceased only a couple months after they
began, but I still have some vivid memories of it all.
It began in August of 1992, when I was 22. I moved to San
Francisco from California's Central Valley, and took up residence in a
large, pre-1906 quake Victorian that had been divided into three large
flats, each one occupying a full floor. The upper flat was being
repaired by the landlord and wasn't available for rent, and the lower
flat was unoccupied. I rented the middle flat with three friends of
mine, all of which were planning to move in a couple of weeks after I
did (they were finishing summer school, taking vacations, etc.). I was
a little unnerved spending my first night in a new city alone in a
100-year-old building, but I made the move and started unpacking, and
settling into the new place. Strange things started happening
The first couple of nights I had dreams that took place in the flat,
that featured an older couple, and a very young boy and girl, that I
took to be brother and sister. They weren't really doing anything, just
sort of standing in the long hallway, immobile. I dismissed it as the
result of stress, but later began to think that they were more real than
characters in a dream.
There were lots of problems with the lights in the house, but the
problems seemed to start when I walked into a room--the ceiling fixture
would flicker and spark while I stood in whatever room it might have
been, and the moment I would step back out, the problem would stop. It
was actually kind of comical--one evening I was showering and the
bathroom light started acting up. I said aloud, "please stop, I need
to take a shower", and it did.
After a couple weeks, my other roommates moved in, and things really
started picking up. First, we began to hear footsteps coming from the
supposedly vacant flat above us, at times of night when it was
impossible that they were workers or the landlord's handymen. I should
mention that this building was very secure with a sturdy gate and no
windows reachable from the street--there was definitely no one in the
building other than the four of us.
Doors would open and close in the hallway, usually when one
particular roommate of mine was home. People would see figures out of
the corners of their eyes, only to find that no one was there. During
all of these occurrences I never had the feeling that there was any
malevolence to the "ghosts", just more that they were keeping an eye on
the new tenants.
All the weird goings-on stopped, ironically enough, on that
Halloween night. At least, I didn't notice anything past that point, so
I assume that whatever it was either got tired of us or was unable to
communicate. My roommates were all away, celebrating the holiday, and a
couple friends of mine came by to visit. I'd been home most of the
evening, and there was no one in the house other than myself and my
guests--I'm sure of it. I started recounting the "supernatural"
occurrences in the flat, during which one of my friends asked if we were
talking too loud and waking up any of my roommates. I said that there
wasn't anyone home. At that point, one of the bedroom doors off the
hallway flung open (we heard it, rather than saw it), followed by the
front door and the metal gate across the porch. There were no
footsteps, just the doors slamming open right after another. After
that, as I said, I never noticed any weirdness (of the paranormal kind)
around the house.
I guess I got off pretty easily compared to some, but my experiences
living in a haunted house weren't really traumatic--just kind of
This is a story my father swears by. He had just moved
us all to a rural community, just outside of the city he worked in, when the
dreams started. At first he could not recall details, all he knew was that
in them the same young child was present. It would be months before he saw
her clearly. At first, she would stand at the edge of the bed; although
she was only a few feet from him, he could barely see her. She would just
stand there, unmoving and silent. The dream repeated this way and as it
did his vision of her enhanced. He could now tell that she had dark brown,
curly hair; which was tied back with a ribbon that was sliding out of her
hair. She was wearing a pale blue dress, and was holding something in her
hand. Although he was unsure if ever saw them clearly, he was sure her
eyes were green.As the years went by, the dreams continued on a monthly
and sometimes, weekly basis.
As she became clearer to him, he could see that her lips were
moving and from time to time he could hear a fragmented whisper of what she was
saying. It would be another year before he could piece the sentences
together.She was telling him that she was cold and covered in dirt.
She would often plead with him to find her father. She would tell him that
she was afraid of the dark.My father became deeply troubled by the
dreams. It never occurred to him that they could be anything else.
This conviction did not change even when he felt a tugging at his blanket and
she was there again, this time telling him that she was wet and covered in
mud. This dream occurred during the worst rain storm, I can
We had been living here for nearly seven years when a water
line had to be routed as the earth around it was falling into the ever expanding
lake. They feared that the exposed pipe would be vulnerable to
damage. Towards the end of that summer they had nearly finished digging
the new line and where just a few yards from my house, when they came upon a
starting discovery; the body of a small child. It was later determined
that the body was that of a little girl, who was never identified. In her
right hand, still clutched after so many years of death, was a wooden handle of
a bag that had long since rotted away.
He confessed the dreams a few months later when several pints
of beer had loosened his tongue. He even confessed to having wondered the
bush surrounding our house in search of ...
Well I guess the first thing I will let you know is my first experience
with ghost was back in 1980, from then on I have had several Encounters
with them . I was not one to even think of ghost , I never had any
experiences with them when I was a child , my parents never really
mentioned anything about ghost . In 1987 I had bought my own house ,
which I was very proud of , since I was divorced and was raising my 5
children alone. It was a two story , three bedroom house , we loved it
. I had dated a year and a little after that year we got married , well
even before we got married I had started experienceing some things in
my house , Our dog would bark at the bathroom , like he was going to
kill something , he would stand right outside the bathroom door, I would
go and look in to see what he was barking at ,but nothing would be
there, nothing that I could see anyway.. We would hear walking at
night , I started smelling a foul smell , like some dead carcess, but
just in my bedroom at night .. then one day while I was home alone I
went into the bathroom and I started smelling it in the bathroom .. That
really puzzled me for it to be in the bathroon because I slept in a
waterbed and when I would be in the bed I thought " maybe it was a mouse
that might have gotten under the bed and died , so when I would smell it
while I was in bed I would think ," I am going to have to take this bed
apart in the morning and find what has died under my bed . So it was to
my surprise that I smelt it in the bathroom that day . Of course the
smell would always be gone in the morning , so I never did take my bed
apart ,actually the smell would be there for a while and then just go
away and then return , it was a smell that would just come and go, I
never thought of it being a ghost .. Then one night , my husband and I
went to bed , I had the hall light on and the door just barely open. I
woke up to see a black figure standing on my husband side of the bed ,
at first I thought " oh it is my imagination , it will dissapear any
second now ". So I kept watching it and it looked like his hand was
extended out to me , pointing at me . He wouldn't ever dissapear, I
was really scared at that point because I thought " We must have left
one of the doors unlocked and someone came in and he is pointing a gun
at me , and thats why he has his arm extended out to me , he is holding
a gun !!! I can't explain the fear that came over me , I was awake , I
know I was awake , to much time had gone by . I knew I had to do
something before he pulled the trigger , so I started screaming , but I
never took my eyes off of him . Of course that brought my husband out of
a good sleep , he jumped straight up , in a set up position , and as he
came up I watched the figure go down on his side of the bed .. It didn't
squat down , but how can I explain it in words ?? The same way my
husbands body came up in bed is how that black figure went down.. I was
still screaming at this point , my husband jumped out of bed and flipped
on the light , I was yelling " he's on the floor, on your side of the
bed !!! A man , on the floor !!! I think my husband thought I was
crazy ,he looked and no one was there, I got up and looked to make
sure because I had never took my eyes off of him . After we had calmed
down I cuddled up to my husband but everytime I would start to fall
asleep I would feel this dark evil coming over me , needless to say I
did not sleep much that night . That was not to be the last time I had
see that black figure , It did continue into another house we bought ,
and we have had many more experiences , but this is the one I will
share with you at this time ..Thanks for listening.
Malta is very well known to have many haunted places. Personally, I
never believed in any of them. Many fortifications in Malta date back
to 1568, at the time of the Knights of St. John.
One particular experience which made me a believer was when I worked
as a secretary to a parliamentary minister in Palazzo Spinola in 1987.
This Palace had incredibly high steps and too much of them! It was
being used as a Government Property for offices. It was built about
1657 and was used at the time as the Governor's residence and prisons
for the Spanish Inquisition. Mayor torture there was to be tied to
the walls from the wrists by chains for life.
Anyway, it was summer and a hot one indeed. One evening I remained
working late and alone on the third floor of the Palace. There was
only myself and the Minister's messenger at the Reception on the first
floor. While typing, I heard very clearly my name being called from
the forth floor. Tony (the messenger) was downstairs I was positive.
I looked around and concluded that probably I was hearing things. I
finished all pending work, closed all huge heavy wooden windows
(windows were kept identical to the antique style due to historical
I then locked all drawers and kept the key for security reasons, took
all the papers and personal items and went downstairs to wait for the
minister to arrive. Tony was still at the reception. We chatted for
quite a while, when all of a sudden we felt cold. Summer in Malta
feels like hell; not even a breeze. So you can imagine what a dash of
freezing air would feel like in 39C temperature. Then all of a
sudden, we heard all the windows bang open, a great riot of noises as
if hell broke loose, The drawers which I had previously locked were
also being banged shut with great force.
It sounded like there was something or someone very angry upstairs and
kept banging furiously. Tony looked at me and asked me if I had
locked everywhere? I confirmed and the noise was still going on.
There was no wind to clap those windows in that way, besides, I had
closed them all! We ran outside and confirmed that all windows were
closed. I asked Tony to come with me upstairs. He didn't like the
idea, but we went up the stairs slowly approaching the noise.
Everything was very quiet suddenly and yes all drawers and things were
I had to leave the place after a couple of months. I kept hearing
noises from particular rooms. My job involved working overtime alone
and I couldn't make it anymore.
The house I lived in for 5 years had to be ghosts domain. If I was angry at
son the ghost would push me 2times into bath tub, once while I was cleaning
his room. One night I walked into bathroom, the door was shut ( we always
keep it open) when I went into bathroom, someone came out before I could
reach doorknob, the door flew open and something cold went right thru me...it
robbed me of any strength I had. I had to call in to work because I was
drained of energy.
I am a sensitive...
Another house we lived in would smell like cigarettes, nobody in house
smoked. I was in living room and my cat was backing out of the hallway
looking up. There was smoke coming from sons room into hall. I later found
out a witch lived at the place.The windows all opened one cold night.I blamed
my husband for having all windows opened. He told me they were open when he
came home from work..
That is all.
I have had an experience with the supernatural. In 1996 my cousin,
myself, and two friends rented an apartment in our town. We were in
college at the time and basically just happy to be on our own. A few
months after we moved in another friend of mine told me that she was in
a bind and asked if she could move in. I better explain the layout of
the apartment. We were renting from a man who had a business on the
first floor, so the majority of our rooms were on the second floor. The
entrance was on the first floor. Our kitchen was the only room on the
first floor. We kept a sofa in the kitchen for guests. From the
kitchen the stairs led up to a main hallway. To the left was a
bedroom(mine which I shared with another roommate) and the bathroom. To
the right was another bedroom off of the hall(which was occupied by my
cousin and our other roommate). At the end of the hall to the right was
the living room. As you can see there was not much room for another
person. However, I did have a gigantic walk-in closet off of my
bedroom. It was one of those old cedar closets that people used to keep
their furs in. Anyway, I told my friend that she could move into this
closet. Everything went well until...
One night I woke up for no particular reason in the middle of the
night. I was startled by the appearance of a small child sized figure
standing at the foot of my bed. This figure seemed to be looking in at
my friend who was sleeping in her closet. I passed it off as one of
those half asleep deals and rolled over to enjoy the rest of my nights
sleep. In the morning my roommate who had been living in the closet
very anxiously shook me until I was awake. She told me this story of
how she saw a figure standing in front of my bed looking in at her.
(Wow, I just got a major chill writing that sentence!) I was shocked.
I told her that I had seen the same figure that she described. We
relayed the information to our other roommates, but they did not believe
Strange things began to occur following the sighting. One day I was
home alone. I decided to take a shower. I have this habit of always
locking the bathroom door behind me. Well, when I turned off the water
and opened the curtain the water in the sink was running full blast from
both faucets. Another time two of my roommates and I came home to find
my cousin nervously smoking cigarettes and drinking a beer. He said
that he was sitting there watching TV when, all of a sudden, every door
on the second floor slammed shut. He thought it may have been the
wind. He proceeded to go along the hallway opening all of the doors.
As soon as he sat back down all of the doors immediately slammed shut
again. That left only one roommate who had not experienced the
phenomenon. Well, one evening while getting ready to go out, he got
his. I had finished getting ready before him. I entered the living
room and began to watch TV with my other roommates. Suddenly he entered
and asked me why I walked away without answering him. I had no idea
what he was talking about. He said that while he was in his closet
searching for clothing someone who he assumed was me came in and stood
in the doorway. He had asked a question and the figure walked away.
The rest of us knew what it must have been considering that there was no
one else present and we had been in the living room. Now all of us had
had an experience, but none of our other friends believed us. We began
to think that we were suffering from mass hysteria until..
It started to happen. One by one our house guests were becoming
freaked upon entering. At first people would spend the night without
thinking twice, but now they were running home. One night while one of
my friends was sleeping in the living room he woke the whole house up
because he was terrified. He told of a cold feeling that overcame the
room, and how no matter what he did he could not get warm. He said that
he heard the light switch in the hallway continually flip on and off,
but the light never came on. He said that he heard sounds coming from
the kitchen downstairs. He described them as sounding like someone
washing the dishes and banging them together. Needless to say he never
stayed the night again. On another occasion we had a guest sleeping in
the kitchen on the before mentioned sofa. We awoke in the morning to
find him gone. He called later that day and described how he saw a
figure moving about the kitchen. He high tailed it out of there! The
last experience that I feel needs mentioning is the pill box incident.
One evening while everyone else was asleep my cousin and I(we were night
owls by this point) were sitting in the living room watching a movie.
My cousin had a cold and had just taken some over the counter
medication. He set the box flat side down on the end table and sat to
watch the movie. I specifically remember this because he had just asked
me something about the medication(I am a nurse). All of a sudden there
was a strange noise. We both heard it but could not distinguish what it
was. After searching the room I noticed the box of pills standing on
its side wobbling back and forth as if it had not had time to completely
balance yet. We looked at each other and shook our heads.
As you can see the spirit never harmed anyone. It was more
playful. Almost as if it just wanted to let us know that it was there.
Strange occurrences continued until we moved out a year later. We tried
unsuccessfully to research the history of the house. Nobody seemed to
know anything about the family who had lived there before us. My
experiences during the time that I lived there made me believe that
there is something that is worth further investigation. I never doubt
anyone when they tell me about an experience that they had which they
could not explain.
Hello my name is Simon I live in a city a little north of NYC
It was about 4 years ago when I used to live in my old apartment building,
it was a small apartment, me and my sister had to sleep on pull out beds in
the living room.
one night I heard noises in the kitchen that woke me up
it was the sound of something opening like a plastic bag or something,
at first I thought it was my hamsters scratching or running in the wheel but
when I looked at them they were all curled up and asleep.
then I thought it was my mom or dad so I rolled over to see what it was
because from the living room I had a pretty good look into the kitchen, when
I rolled over I saw a bright human shaped figure, it was a transparent white
but not blinding bright, I could tell it was transparent because I could
still see the painting that hung on the wall, it was about 6 feet tall or so
and looked to be the shape of an adult male. When I saw it I didn't know what
to do, I couldn't makeout the face, all I saw on its face was where the eyes
were, or should be, in fright when I saw it I sat up in my bed and tried to
call for my mom or dad but nothing could come out but a slight whimper, I
guess it heard me because when I made the noise its head whipped over in my
direction, then it moved with amazing speed into the rest of the kitchen
where I couldn't see from my bed view and then it looked like it was floating
because I couldn't make out any leg movement but it floated in my direction
very fast and just went right through the wall, I dropped into my bed still
unable to speak and pulled the covers over my head and I didn't get a wink of
sleep all night, every noise I heard would wake me.
The next day when I was coming up the hill from school there was alot of
police cars in front of my house and an ambulance, my sister and I went to
ask what was going on and they had said the super (the guy that does all the
work in the building that's hired by the land lord) was shot in the back of
his head in the underground garage, I didn't think much of it until I
rememberd the other night and it scared the hell out of me.
that was my ghost experience
Hello,my story took place about 1 year ago.I never really thought about
this story until I seen the lists. Well...me and me cuz was upstair at
her grandmas house listening to music. About 20 years ago,I had a little
cousin that died of leukimia. She was only 7. I never knew her because she
had passed away before I was born. Well,to mine and my cuzs suspense,we
pulled the chest out of the closet. We did not know what was in
it.then,we went down stairs to try and find the key. It was only me and
my cuz and her grandma in the house. Her grandma was with us and we
couldn't find the key. Well...her grandma told us not to mess with that
chest because it was our little cousins(the one who died)clothes in
it. We were totally shocked so we went up stairs to put it back and the
chest was already put back in the closet the exact same way we found
it. The blankets and everything was put back on top of it.I suppose our
little cousin put it back on her own,and if you want ot e-mail me about
anything,please do so.Thanx for reading the story
it was a few years ago,I was in 3rd grade. I was at my friends home at a
slumber party. I was never at her house before,even though she just lived up
the street. Well once I was in her house it felt...different like something in
the air wasn't right. Even though it was before I knew anything about ghosts I
had a gut feeling that it was haunted. In the middle of the night when we
were talking we heard the water running(we were of course telling what
else,ghosts stories so we were freaked out)so we had a few of us check it
out,I was among the group who checked it out. When we were there we saw the
water running without anybody there,then all of a sudden it turned off. We ran
into the room and told everyone,we couldn't get to sleep. Throughout the night
we heard bells ring and glasses drop,one girl said it could be the pets,but
there were no pets. Then one girl and I saw a hand go through the door. We
screamed and it went away. For the rest of the night we heard all these noises
and did not get to sleep till dawn when we got up we saw bells on the
floor,and two glasses broken on the kitchen floor.
I moved into my condo about five years ago. When I first moved in, I
felt as if someone was staring at me. When my mother moved in with me,
she also had a sense of a persence. There are many incedents which I can
recall, the first is when my mother had a class to attend at the local
college, she was in the shower, and the electric turned off. I went
down stairs to the common storage area and only my breaker was off.
Another incident was when my mother was getting out of the shower,
she felt something push her forward or as my mother told me " something
banged into me."
Another time my mother ussally keep gifts boxes on top of the
washer, one day, I went to get one to wrap my mothers gift and there was
a card inside, thinking it was one of my relatives, I asked my mother,
she said no. I showed the picture to my neighbor, and she said it was
Mary the lady who owned the condo before me.