By: Anonymous
Well, it all started a few months after we moved in. First
it started with the refrigerator spiting ice cubes at me only, and no one
else. From there my room windows would shake like a sonic boom, but no one
else would have that same experience! Then one night when I was sick and
laying in my room with the door shut, the lamp shade started moving violently
then suddenly came to a halt as if it never had even started. Then a few
minutes later (as if I wasn't freaked out enough)! My radio turns on to some
weird opera station. I hate opera! Then one night I was trying to sleep and
I heard foot steps and voices in the kitchen when everyone else was asleep.
Then another night I also was trying to sleep and kept getting the feeling
someone was watching me! Then I rolled over quickly and I saw a cloudy
figure standing over me! It appeared to be a women in some kind of peach
80's looking dress. She has appeared to me a few times getting further and
further down the hall each time I looked up from typing on the computer
getting that same feeling someone was watching me!
"Quaker Lady"
By; Anonymous
Hi I believe I have had an encounter, at least once, that I am
sure of.. My Sister had a friend who claimed to have a haunted house. I
wanted so to believe in ghosts and had always wished for something to
happen when I was there. The sounds of a skeptic. Anyway, I
was picking up my sister from her friends home and sat on the couch for a moment
until they had finished up their television show that they were watching. I had
never talked about the house being haunted with the woman who had lived there
until later that night. As I sat on the couch facing forward I got this
terrible stomach turning feeling that can be described like a big knot. I with
all my being wanted to look to my right, but was terrified to. This lasted maybe
2 to 3 minutes before I said something to the woman that lived there. I
just straight out asked (without looking!!) What was to my right? (besides the
hallway that lead into the kitchen) She asked me if I really wanted to know,
then I should look. The feeling didn't go away in my stomach and the woman
told me that someone was standing there (meaning a ghost) Terrified I sat there
not looking to my right, only for about 30 seconds and then I told me myself to
just look or go over there. I had asked if the woman living there with me would
walk over there BUT ONLY IF SHE WAS IN FRONT OF ME AND MY SISTER IN BACK OF ME.
They were more than willing to do this since they were both used to this entity
and knew that it wouldn't cause any harm. We walked over and the woman
living in the house told me to stop right where I was (the threshold of the
kitchen) and smell. I did and I smelt nothing at all. She told me to take on
step forward and smell again. All of a sudden my heart started pounding the knot
in my stomach got tighter and my eyes began to water. What I smelled was the
most beautiful smell. It was just like having every flower in the world
right at my nose. Very overwhelming, but beautiful at the same time. From the
sheer shock I held my breath and began to cry (I'm a big baby!) and within 2
seconds the smell was completely gone. If this had been just a cruel joke the
smell would've lasted a bit longer than 2 seconds, an aerosol can or candle just
wouldn't have smelled quite so clean. The woman that lived there said
that it was a woman that used to live off the land where the house now stands, a
quacker woman or something, but truly the oder was amazing. The Quaker
lady had gone to the basement and wouldn't come back because she saw how
frightened I was. I asked my sisters friend to bring her back, because I
was alright, but the ghost just wouldn't. Believe me, I was alright with it! My
sisters friend also had 2 other ghosts in the house at the same time, I have
never seen or experienced anything with them but her son used to play with his
power ranger friend. In fact this was a small boy, the other being
an evil ghost living in the upstairs room, this one was just not
nice and noone wanted to be in the room. In fact, some kind of blue light
was luminating out of the window (which you could see from the street at times)
I was never able even to go up the first stair from fright. Needless to
say I have never gone back to the house but since the woman living there had the
home cleaned and moved out soon after.
At Peace on Christmas
By:Anonymous
I had a wierd experience when I was eight years old.
It was Christmas eve 1985, and my older brother and I were told to go to
bed before Santa arrived. We went to bed and later that night, I started
to have nightmares, and began to sweat. I soaked my pjs and my bed with
sweat. My grandma always told me to pray to Jesus (we were Catholic)when I
was scared so he could send an Angel to protect me.. I started to pray and
peeked over my sheets towards my closet. When I looked, the closet door
had opened all the way, the clothing on the hangers seperated to where the
wall was visible from behind. And right smack in the middle of the wall was
a green thing..it glowed bright green and was in the shape of a crucifix.
When I saw that, I started crying and yelling for my brother to wake up..I
screamed for my mom and dad, and yelled for someone to help me..I was
unable to move from my bed..it was like I was frozen. Then all of a
sudden, it glowed brighter, and I felt this calm, serene feeling..it
somehow put me at ease, and I went back to sleep. The next morning, I went
running to my parents room in tears asking why they didn't come to me the
night before..to this day, my parents do not remember even hearing me, nor
does my brother..I showed my parents my closet, and told them what
happened..they never believed me..I know what I saw, and to this day, I am
convinced it was some sort of aparition. My brother and I were too short to
even reach the clothing in the closet, much less have the ability to push
the clothing to opposite sides of the closet..if you ask me, I experienced
something that night..I have no idea what it was, and it has not happened
since..
Basement Shadow
By;Anonymous
I've not experianced much. I just wanted to give you this little story that
happened about 7 years ago.
I was 5 years old and I had just gotten home from kinderguarden school. I
went down to the basement, where I lived with my mother and my brother. No
one was down there but me. The only light there was was the light that
filtered in from the small windowed in the kitchen/living room (the both
connected, or they were in the same room). I looked up at the wall near the
top of the reftigerator. And there, stood an erie shadow in the shape of a
miny troll. "Wierd,"I thought. I looked all over the room trying to find
what was making this shadow but found nothing. I only saw this for a few
weeks but after that, it stoped. I've never seen it again.
Spirit guide???
By: Anonymous
A couple of years ago I had my first and so far only experience with the
supernatural. First a little background, I live next to a canal and at
night I get light from street lights reflected up through my window in that
moving watery way. I am also a fairly heavy sleeper and hardly ever wake up
in the middle of the night.
It was a Thursday night no different from any other I was in bed asleep as
usual when....guess what... I woke up. The way my bedroom was laid out I
had a digital clock facing me so I know it was 2:36 am. I'm sure you know
that in this kind of situation you realise that its the middle of the night
and take great pleasure in going back to sleep, I however felt odd. I can
not explain it any better then that I simply felt odd, I was laying on my
left side facing away from my door. As I laid there awake and a little
confused as to what I was feeling for no real reason I looked over my right
shoulder in the direction of the corner of my bed/doorway and there standing
silently was what I can only describe as a monk. He was wearing the long
robes with the cowl covering his bowed head. I was initially startled as
you'd expect but then I felt.... safe. I was not afraid, I had no desire to
run because it did not feel at all threatening. It was solid not misty or
transparent and I could see the way the reflected light feel on the contours
of his robes. Then it was gone, no fading just there one second gone the
next. I rolled over a feel seemingly instantly back to sleep.
I have always believed in the supernatural and spirit guides and as I am not
religious the closest thing to praying I ever to speak to my spirit guide if
I'm worried or stressed. It sounds funny but speaking a problem out loud
even to what might just be an empty room can be helpful in putting it into
perspective. Could it be this acceptance and acknowledgement of my guide
that allowed me this glimpse at the being who is working to help me in some
way??..
Papa's Love
By: chickie976@webtv.net (Tina)
Hi. My name is Tina. My story has to do with my two year-old son
and my father. My father passed away May 27, 1999. My son was close to
him and loved him very much. He couldn't wait to see his "Papa". About
a week after my father had passed away, my son started doing some
strange things. First, My son was playing in his playroom, when I
looked in to check on him he was sitting on the floor facing a chair
just talking away to the chair. He was paying very close attention to
whatever he was hearing. I didn't think much of it, though. He is only
two years old, and I figured this is normal. But then, my son was
playing with a toy case when he came to me saying "Mama, Papa's in
here." I said "Where's Papa?" And again, he replied "Papa's in here!"
And he closed the case and carried it around with him. And finally, the
strangest of all, was at night when I was putting his sisters to bed.
He was down stairs in the playroom looking out the front window,
talking. He called for my boyfriend and my son told him to look out the
window. When my boyfriend asked him what it was, my son said "Papa's
out there", pointing out the window. My boyfriend asked him "Where?"
And again, my son said "There. Papa's out there!" pointing out the
window with a big smile on his face. When I came down stairs, my
boyfriend told me what had happened. I asked my son to show me where
Papa was. He brought me to the window and looked out. He paused for a
moment, held his hands up and said "Papa's gone." I am not sure
what to think of this. I would like to think that my father is reaching
out to my son because of the love they shared. Am I just imagining
things, or could something like this be real?
Thank you for listening.
Footsteps
By:m.j.williams@virgin.net
When I was 8 years old I had a sleepover with my best friend. We slept
down in the guest room. My mom and dad's room was at the other end of
the hall and my room was in the middle. I could'nt get to sleep, so I
tiptoed down to my room and got a book. I walked down to the room that
we were slepping in a I heard footsteps. I looked round the door and saw
my dad. They about 2 seconds later I looked round the door and my dad
was gone. And our hall was about 35 feet long. I think that it was a
poltergeist. How my dad got down the hall without making noise is beyond
me.
My House
By: simpson@ecentral.com
Hi! This is is my story, if you wouldn't mind posting it! Anyway, if you
post this on your website I will love you forever! Thank you so much for
creating a website on ghosts and stuff that really believes it. I have
been ridiculed for my belief in ghosts before, and it is wonderful to
find someone that doesn't think they're hogwash!
I moved to Denver about three years ago, in the fall of 1996. Anyway,
the ghost in my house started to manifest itself in the winter of 1996.
I woke up in my bedroom (which is now the guest bedroom, by the way,
because I refuse to sleep in it anymore) about 1:00 am, and glanced over
at my bedside. There was a black, Persian-looking cat there, with its
paws propped up against the bedside so that it was standing on its hind
paws. I'll never forget the sight for as long as I live. It's body was
only semi-solid, but it had completely solid yellow eyes. It was staring
at me fixedly. I don't think that it was just a trick of the light,
because of three reasons; one, those eyes. Two, it moved slightly,
closing its eyes and shaking its head in a very catlike fashion. Three,
I moved my head to look at it better, and it stayed the same. I started
to scream, and my father came into the room after about five seconds of
this. I looked up for a second when he came in. I looked back down, and
it was gone. Me and my father conducted a very thorough search of the
house, and turned up no evidence of a cat either being there or getting
in.
After that, odd things started to happen. Only when only I was there, as
if it was selective. Things that have happened; my cat's dish was
mysteriously moved from the floor to the kitchen sink when no-one was
home; a gray scarf-like object quickly flashed in a deserted room; a
white skirt-like movement accompanied by rustling, resembling a wide
skirt's; I heard footsteps in my parent's bedroom, slowly walking around
their bed; my cat sometimes stares at a point in my bedroom late at
night when no-one is there, using a Look I know when she is watching a
threat; one night when I was in bed I felt a hand quite distinctly on my
head; I saw a white figure in a corner in a deserted room; slinking gray
cat shape out of corner of my eye when I was at the computer; things
will disappear, and then when I check back in a place I've checked
before, they are there; and one night I heard something resembling
footsteps walking slowly down the bedroom hallway starting at the
haunted bedroom, and stopping at my door for several minutes before
moving on.
Thankfully, it has a happy ending. A few months ago, I was sitting at
the computer reading a story I had picked off the internet. It was about
ten at night and everyone else was asleep. Anyway, I felt a cold
presence and was really freaked out. By this time, I felt like a
prisoner in my own house whenever I was alone. Fear turned to anger. I
got really mad and told the ghost to get out now, and to never come
back. Nothing actually happened that night, but after about a moment of
dead silence my anger and courage left me and I ran upstairs to bed. I
took my cat with me to bed. I fell asleep with the radio and lights on
and the door shut. I had the most terrible time getting to sleep that
night, because I kept feeling presences. But whenever I felt anything I
would just tell it to go away. The most horrifying episode was when my
cat actually stared at a corner of my bed, and I had the most horrible
feeling of something crouching there waiting to pounce. For about a
week, the ghost seemed to gain strength; more things happened in that
week than any other time. Then he just left. The last time I saw him was
at about six in the morning. I had gotten up early to make myself some
hot cocoa, and was sitting at the kitchen table sipping a mug. To
explain; my kitchen has two entrances. One to the bedroom hall on one
side of the room, and the other is to the dining room and living room.
The living room connects the two, so you can walk from one door to the
other through the living room without being seen from the kitchen.
However, this takes a good five seconds. Anyway, so I am just sitting
there. I watch the door to the bedroom hall for no particular reason,
and see a gray cat shape leap out really quickly and then leap out of
sight. I smiled, thinking it was only my own grayish cat. But not even
one second later, my own cat prances in through the other doorway. There
was no possible way for him to get from one end to the other. I can only
conclude that he was saying goodbye.
Something else I think is related; when I am going up this one stairwell
in my house, I feel this horrible, heart-stopping sensation of fear. It
feels as if someone is behind me Idon't know who they want to kill me I have to get away
I have to get away I have to get awaay away away away away. The danger feeling seems
to emanate from a door at the base of the stairs leading outside into
the garage. Sometimes when I run up the stairs from the fear, the
feeling pursues you until about three feet away from the head of the
stairs, where it stops immediately after a final burst. The fear is
absolutely blinding, as if you are running for your life. I've asked
other people in my house about that, and they all notice nothing.
And another one; except in the hottest part of summer, when it is
almost, but not quite, the same temperature as the rest of the house,
the room I saw the cat spirit in is deathly cold. There is no
explanation, because it has the same amount of heating as the rest of
the house. There are three thermostats in the house; one for the
bedrooms, one for the living areas, and one for downstairs. Anyway, the
living areas are always kept warmer in the house, then the downstairs,
then the bedrooms are the coolest. But this room is frigid.
Another, not entirely explained phenomena was once, about October of
1998, when I was trying to dowse with a pendulum. I had it set to search
for yellow, gold, or females, but once when I held it over a red object
it started to circle for no reason at all. It was completely reliable
for everything else.
I don't know the story of the house, but the most recent house owners
were a young couple who remodeled it completely. Then there was a FBI
agent (if I'm not mistaken) and then there was an elderly couple who
lived in the house since it was built in the 50s, until they both died
of old age.
I'm keeping a journal now on my computer of strange happenings.
Anyway, the ghost is out. I will also be moving out sometime this
summer. Everyone else in my family loves the house, and never wants to
move out. But I hate this house, and can't wait to move. I still feel
like the ghost is there, waiting for me. I wonder about the next owners
of the house, and what they will go through...
Night Time Visitor
By: JKeplinger@hcfa.gov
I'm not sure if this could be considered a ghost story, but here goes. This
incident happened about three years ago when my son was about two. My parents
took my son to a fair along with another couple and their two children ages
around 7 and 10. This couple are my parents best friends and the children would
play together often. When they arrived they were all starving. They decided
to get some hot dogs and eat. The seven year old, *David started choking on his
hot dog. Everything was done to try and save him but he was pronounced
brain-dead at the hospital and died the next day. My son saw the whole thing.
One night about four months later I went through the normal nightly ritual of
giving my son a bath, reading him a story, and putting him to bed with a kiss
and a hug goodnight. I went out to the living room and started to watch T.V.
with my husband. We lived in an apartment at the time. Not 5 minutes had past
when I heard my son laughing. His laughter went from a small chuckle to
hysterical laughter within about 30 seconds. I looked at my husband and said, "
If I go in there and see stuff flying around the room we're moving." I went
into his room and he was looking up at the ceiling laughing his head off. I
said, " What's so funny in here?" He didn't even acknowledge my presence in
the room. He just continued to laugh. I got his attention and asked him again.
He said, " *David and the angels are playing up there." He didn't really say
anything else other than they were playing. The laughter lasted about 10
minutes at the most. He continued to see him on occasion only in his bedroom of
the apartment. He also said that he saw, (these are his exact words) a black
god and an orange god. He was afraid of the black god. He said the orange god
didn't scare him. The black god would ultimately send him screaming and running
into my bed where he would sleep for the rest of the night. He said the black
god was mean. My husband and I never saw anything. We have since moved into a
house and he has not mentioned seeing anything. He still mentions David. He
doesn't mention seeing him. He only says that he was his friend and that he
misses him. My husband and I don't know what to make of the incidents that
happened in the apartment. I don't think he could have made it up because we
never talked about ghosts or monsters in fear of scaring him. Thanks for
listening.
Lady in my house
By: japanime@webtv.net
When I was around 5 or 6 years old, I remember seeing a figure of a
woman standing outside of my room. The living room was the next room
from mine. I always thought it was just light coming from outside the
windows in the living room, but when I went up to the light figure and
tried blocking the light with my hand, nothing would happen. The light
would still be there. I wasn't scared, because I wasn't aware of ghosts
when I was around that age. But as I got older, maybe around 9 or 10, I
sometimes would sleep in the living room, on the couch, because my room
would get really hot in the summer. Well as I would lie on the couch
getting ready to fall asleep, I would hear things in the kitchen, like
the sound of someone placing a glass on the table. I would sometimes go
see if anyone was there, but nothing would be there. I still hear the
sounds in the kitchen sometimes. And when I would be home alone, I would
sometimes go into the basement and watch tv or exercise. As I would work
out or watch tv I would sometimes here footsteps above me seeing how the
tv was right below my room. But what happened to me 2 months ago
terrified me. I'm 17 years old now and It was raining harshly in the
middle of April, and I was working on an art project in the dining room
which was the room after the living room. I was home alone at that time.
My mother was picking up my sister from work, and my father was working.
As I was working on my art project on the table, the lights went out,
and as soon as they went out, in front of me I saw a woman sitting
across from me. I couldn't see her clearly, but she seemed to be
smiling. About a second later the lights turned back on. I was so
scared, I ran into the kitchen and stayed there until my mother and
sister came back. When they finally returned I told them about what I
saw, and my sister kind of freaked out, because she hates hearing about
things like ghosts and other things related to that. My mother told me
it was probably just my nerves and that I've been working too hard on my
project. I believe what I saw, was real. I don't know what this ghost
lady is doing in my house, but she seems to bring attention to me only.
1997 STOP AND SMELL THE ROSES
By: ARIANE414@aol.com
This is just one account from over 40 experiences I have recorded in my
"ghost" journal. It was a very unusual day in Chicago, Only 4 days in to the
New Year and in the middle of winter, it was 63 degrees. Yet the skies were
dark, eerie, gray black but there were tons of fluffy clouds! My friend
Christine and I decided to enjoy this rare day, and go walking around the
park.We watched as the clouds seemed to speed across the sky and realized a
storm was near. Somehow, the conversation switched to cemetaries. She told
me of an OLD German cemetary that was near the park that she had gone to.
They have a section of infant graves from the late 1800's to early 1900's.
She noticed the babies died in groups, around the same times. After hearing
this, I wanted to go see for myself.. She told me where to go, and
as I drove into the cemetary, I pointed to a corner and asked her if that is
where they were. She said yes. I'd NEVER BEEN THERE BEFORE! I don't know
how I knew.
We parked on the road, got out and looked around. Some of the graves were so
old and worn, the names and dates hardly visible. The baby section was so sad
to see, and we figured there must have been a plague of some sort in the
area. It was beginning to get dark , even though it was about 4pm in the
afternoon. The cemetary closed at 5, so we wanted to hurry and see
everything before they closed and before the storm came. We were walking
thru the cemetary when it felt like the temperature had dropped 20 degrees in
a few minutes. I stopped in my tracks and noticed a familiar smell. the
scent became stronger and I realized it was roses. I asked my friend if she
smelled anything. She said yes. I asked her what did she smell? And she
said ROSES! I was bending down to smell the flowers on a grave, (which were
not roses) I wanted to figure out WHERE the smell suddenly came from.
Christine asked me why was I sniffing FAKE flowers, real flowers are not
permitted in Winter in the Cemetary. i realized something strange was
happening. I walked away from the area of the smell, and it got fainter. I
walked toward a certain grave, and it got stronger. I began to get a perfume
headache. I touched all the flowers to
see if just one, ONE of them, could have been a real flower. All were fake.
We got spooked as the winds picked up and it started to rain. And the rain
did not dilute the scent of roses. It was a wierdly beautiful experience. I
stood mesmerized in the rain, as my friend asked me what it all meant. I
said, either a child's spirit, an encounter with an angel, or somebody just
died........
I got proof of an answer 11 months later....ARIANE @AOL.COM
Church Lady Ghost
By: sugarek@cbc.cc.tx.us
This happened to my fiance about 37 years ago in Karnes City, Texas. He was about 5 years old
and was attending a church function with his grandparents at the St. Paul's Lutheran Church
there. He was running around with two of his slightly younger cousins, having a good time. This
function was taking place out of doors. Now there were actually two church buildings there. A
new church had been built and the older wooden structure was still standing close by and being
used exclusively for storage. The church had been collecting clothing and had put it in the
older building.
Anyway, my fiance and his cousins had been told to
stay out of the churches, but being little kids and the adults having their
attention taken up with visiting, the boys decided to "explore" the old church.
They went into the older building and looked into the large room where the
clothing was piled on 3 tables. My fiance said the first thing he noticed was
the clothing on one of the tables agitating violently. And he could see a lady,
who just happened to be transparent, sorting through the clothes that were
shaking! All that he remembers of her appearance is that she was a motherly- or
grandmotherly-looking figure with a high-necked dress and her hair pulled back
in a bun. She paid no attention to the 3 little boys but they ran out of their
as fast as their feet would carry them! He says he may have been the only one to
see the lady. He thinks the other 2 boys just saw the clothes shaking on the
table.
My fiance says that he believes that the only
reason the clothes were shaking was because of the ghost. The windows were all
closed, there were no fans, and of course no central cooling system in this old
building. And remember that the clothes on the other tables were laying
still.They went to tell their grandmother about the
situation. Naturally they got chewed out for being where they weren't supposed
to be. And were told that no one was in that building. But they remember it
well!
Haunted House
By: DialRp0013@cs.com
This story is one that may or may not be scary to you. It's more of a mystery
to me and my friends. When I was young me and my cousin were always together
and trying to scare each other. It just so happens that there was an old
house which my grandfather had built in the early 1900's which we thought may
be haunted. It should be mentioned that I am from a small town in Virginia
and in the early 1900's was pretty isolated from the rest of the state. My
grandfather was a Pastor of the local church, being that the church was very
big and my grandfather's house was he would have wakes or funerals in his
den. The house was very big and there was plenty of room for people to attend
these funerals. Anyway my cousin and I used to see things through the windows
which we could not explain. The house had not been lived in in many years
when we would see these unexplainable lights. They were blue in color and
seemed to go from window to window when we were looking at them. We finally
got the nerve to sneak into the house, which probably wasn't too smart.
Anyway we had to enter through the basement in order for my father to not see
us trying to get inside. This was very scary because there was no
electricity and we had to try and make it through the dark and up the stairs
to the entry of the den. We did this several times and on some occasions we
heard and seen strange things and sometimes we didn't. On one occasion we
were in the house and we heard a tapping on the ceiling upstairs as if
someone was hitting it with a cane. This was very odd because my father had
lived in the house as a child and said his uncle lived with them and he had a
cane. When he needed something he would tap it on the floor for someone to
come and help him. This scared the living daylights out of us, but my cousin
was a little more courageous than I was and he persuaded me to go up the
stairs. When we got there he asked whatever it was that we were seeing and
hearing to leave us alone in the name of the lord Jesus Christ. The sounds
stopped and we left the house. My father was a little skeptical about the
whole thing but he felt there may be some truth in it. He himself saw a
ghostly apparition which he can't explain. This is coming from a man who is
himself now a preacher and I don't think he doubts seeing this at all. I
really feel there is some connection to the noises and sightings with the
funerals that were held in that house. There are other occurrences which have
happened but would take a while to tell them all. I have read in other
experiences about blue lights being represented with the supernatural. This
story may not be that scary to some of you, but to me and my cousin we know
that there is something paranormal about that house.