By: sugarek@cbc.cc.tx.us
This is a little long, but bear with
me... This happened in 1976. My
now ex-husband and I had been living as cheaply as we could since we had
married 3 years previously, and had finally saved up the money for a house of
our own. Meanwhile, we were still living in a trailer house we had put on
a lot next to his Grandmother's house. Another house had been there
previously, and we were surrounded by older homes. No tragedies had ever
occurred there that I knew of. Saving our money
meant no air conditioner so the windows were open most of the year in safe
little Skidmore in hot South Texas. So we were quite open to the immediated
outdoors, both visually and auditorially. After about 2 years of
living in this spot, the manifestations began with the sound of boots. While
sitting in my living room, I would hear boots walking up the drive to the
back door steps under the car port. We had a concrete drive leading past
the side of the trailer into a carport attached to the trailer house.
The boots were (I imagined) worn
by a man, walking in a hurry. As my husband was a big man, who habitually
wore work boots to work, I was familiar with the sound. But these
steps were very individual and I came to recognize the different
gait. They would march up the drive regularly during the day, and then I
would hear the "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" sounds as the boots mounted the 3
steps at the back door. (This is important later) the back door to the
trailer had the master bedroom immediately to the right. The door itself
opened onto a hallway, which led to the left, ending at the
kitchen. From my living room windows, I could clearly see if a person was walking up the drive.
I learned never to jump up to go to the back door unless I heard the dog bark or a car
door slam first. Other people also heard
this phenomenon. A good friend of mine heard this on several occasions, as
did my husband's uncle.Each time (he or she was seated on the couch with
his/her back to the window) asked why I didn't go to the door? So you see
that this was a common experience. I wasn't afraid at this
point as the boots were outside. I laughingly refered to my ghost. I asked my
husband's grandmother if she knew of anything that could shed light on this
phenomenon, but she did not, even though she had lived in the house next
door for over 50 years.Then something odd
happened inside the house. I had a few bits of jewelry I was very fond of. I
kept them all in a standing jewelry case (like a miniature armoire on little
legs) in the bedroom. I might also mention that I am a meticulous
house keeper, and cleaned at least weekly, very thoroughly. The teen-aged
girl next door sometimes asked to use the phone and I would let her. Then two
of my rings went missing. I immediately suspected her and vowed never to let
her in the house again. Then, after several weeks, I was cleaning, and moved
the jewelry case, which I did at least weekly. There were the two rings
under it! I have wondered if she did take them and put them back, but now
I have to be open the possibility that my ghost was coming inside the house
to play pranks. Then I had this strange
experience. One night, in a state of sleep paralysis, I came awake. My mind
was completely alert, but trapped in my body, which felt like a big log. But
more remarkable than that was the fact that there was an entity like
a ball of energy (sorry, words begin to fail me here) in my room. It was
like George Bush's "thousand points of light". Little lights winking on and
off all over. I experienced this entity as female, extremely good humored,
and just plain good. I had no fear whatsoever. I was in a state of great
wonder. I wanted to speak to the entity to ask "Who are you?" but could not
command my body. I have later come to
believe that this was a good spirit or my Guardian Angel who was there to
protect me from the "bad" spirit which was getting stronger. Here come's the
final chapter: Not long after this
I was asleep. My husband had to be at work in Corpus Christi by 6:30 in the
morning, which was an hour's drive away. I didn't have to get up until 7. So
I would make his lunch the night before and leave it in the fridge.
This particular morning, I woke up to the sound of heavy boots slamming
about the kitchen, going frantically back and forth, back and
forth. My first thought was
that he had forgot his lunch and hadhurried back for it. I was also a little
p-o'ed because of thekitchen floor. Remember, I'm the good housekeeper. I
kept thatlinoleum waxed to a fare-the-well, and I knew that it was
beingscarred up by his boots and there would be little clods of
dirteverywhere. Also, I felt
my cat leap on the bed. It sniffed my backand then curled up against my
legs. (My back was to hall that led directly to kitchen so the cat was
between me and the kitchenarea. But then I
looked at the clock. It was almost 6:30! Hewould never have come back for
his lunch so late but would have bought some that day in town. Then I heard
the boots hit the loose board at the edge of the linoleum where the
carpeted hallway began that led to my bedroom! With that creak, my
heart begin to hammer so hard I thought I was going to have a
heart attack. I didn't even think of the ghost. I thought this was a real
person in my house, coming for me. I lay there frozen in fear, thinking that
the best thing to do was for me to pretend to be asleep. The boots RAN down
the hall toward me. The trailer shookwith every step. It was as if a big,
heavy man was running down that hall. I just knew that whoever it was was
going to leap on top of me. Just as the boots got to my bedroom, though,
they exited through the back door (down the same back steps on the carport
they always came up to) and slammed the door so hard the entire trailer
rocked, even though it was a big trailer and tied down. I sat bolt-upright in
bed, hardly able to catch my breathfrom fear. There was no cat in
my room. In fact, it was outside, I later found out. And when I ran to
the window I couldn't see anyone. This was a very small town, population 400.
Someone running around loose would have been noted, and I would have been
asked about it, believe me. Even though our new
house was 3 months to completion, andthe trailer had not yet been sold, I
moved out within 3 days to live with my mother-in-law. My explanation for
some of this is as follows...(not to sayit is correct, but this is only what
I think)... I believe that my Guardian Angel appeared to me (only experience
I've ever had like that) to let me know that I was protected. The "bad"
spirit was getting stronger, the boots making more frequent
appearances. To the best of my knowledge, "she" came after the incident
with the rings. I think the morning of the "boots in the
kitchen" incident, that it was her again in the form of a cat, lying in
a state of protection and comfort between me and the thing that
was intruding in my house. Please let me state that
at this time in my life that I had never done drugs of any kind and did not
dabble in the occult. I have run into 1 or 2 other ghosts in my lifetime but
nothing ever to this extent. I don't know what would have happened if I
had remained in the trailer, but as the bad spirit was creating
more numerous incidents and coming inside the trailer, I don't think it
would have been good. Thanks for reading my very long
story. Hope it was worth it.
Little Girl on the Creek
By: sugarek@cbc.cc.tx.us
This ghostly sighting happened to my fiance.
He was living near the little town of Goliad, Texas
about 12years ago in the Springtime. His in-laws had a place
which bordered a creek. This place was somewhat isolated and had
heavy brush on it. He decided to go fishing in the creek and walked down
toward it, fighting the heavy brush. Realizing that most of y'all don't
understand the significance of this, let me explain that this means that you
have to be paying very close attention to where your body is at all times in
relation to all the thorns. Your attention must be close-up and personal if
you don't expect to become an uncomfortable pin cushion. This should also
give you the impression that there aren't going to be many other
people around. Anyway, as he is approaching the creek (about 30-40
yards off), he suddenly looks up toward the creek. There he sees a
little Hispanic girl about 6 years old. Her dark hair is cut
shoulder- length. She is wearing a white dress with a red sash tied in
a big red bow in back. She has on red shoes to match. But he knows she's a
ghost because he can see clear through her even though he can see every
detail. He is stunned and afraid, but feels no menace. He
stops dead (sorry!) in his tracks and just watches until she is lost
from sight. Scared as he was by the ghost, he was more afraid
that people would think he was crazy for talking about it. It was about
a year and half later before he asked his mother-in-law about
the apparition. His mother-in-law said that she had heard that a little
girl had drowned a long time ago and that she was seen from time to time
along the creek. She had no other information than that.
Poor Little Lost Soul
By: Dee3319@aol.com
I had recently sent a story about my grandfather visting me about a week
after his death. Well. that was one of the more comforting things that has
happened to me. The next story I am about to submit actaully happened as a
dream, but to this day, I feel a very strong connection with it.
It all happened about 6 years ago. A 10 year old girl mysterouisly
vanished from a sleep over at her friends house. I had never meant this
girl, and although we only shared the same first name, I had several odd
dreams about her after her dissappearence.
One day, about one week after the child turned up missing, I woke up
early one morning to go to work. It wasn't like any day though. I woke up
feeling very sad and upset. I didn't have any idea why I was feeling like
this, but something just wasn't right. So, I continued to get ready for
work. When I got there, I still had this bizarre feeling that something
"big" was about to unfold.
About half an hour into my long work day, I forgot about the "feeling" and
went on with my day. A woman I work with came into work about an hour later
and asked me, "Did you hear they found the missing girl?" All of the sudden
this feeling came back, and I said, "Yes, they found her in a dumpster
wearing her blue night gown." She replied, "Then you did hear?" I then
started to cry uncontrolably and said, "No, she (the young girl) came to me
in my dreams and showed me where she was, and told me that I no longer had
to play with her, because it was time to move on, and now she could rest in
peace." The woman just looked at me in disbelieve and really didn't know
what to say. And neither did I. I then realized this poor young soul felt
compelled to have someone be with her. Why she chose me, I will never know.
Again, we did share the same first name, but other then that, I can not
explain what happened. Most people I tell this story too, have a tendency
of just looking at me with an odd expression on their face, but I to this
day believe it was all more then just a dream.
Spirit that Follows
By: Seafun49@aol.com
I have a "visitor" that has been with me for the last 6 years. It is male,
if I see anything I see a black shroud, like you invision death. Mostly it
is a feeling or a sense of his being present. He has moved with me several
times, from South Carolina to North Carolina to Alabama. He travels with me,
I have sensed him in my car on trips. Sometimes he lets me know that he is
near by letting me hear foot steps. Mainly, he comes at night, and I have
felt him lay down with me and put his arms around me. At these times I have
a cold feeling and cannot move or talk, I am afraid. I had a friend who
spent the night and as she slept she was covered up with the sheet and became
very frightened. We thought that the spirit had attached to a Bible and I
threw it away, but he was still there. My grown children have sensed this
being. I have used Bibles open to the 23rd Psalm, black salt, black candles,
salt, and other things, but he is still present. As I move he seems to go
with me. He does not appear every week, just every once in a while.
A Relative
By: Linda380@webtv.net
it was 1979,we( my husband at the time and myself)
bought his aunts home...we were in the home about 1 month and we had
gas heat, but the house always seemed chilly .....one night as we
watched tv ..a gray foggy shadow came from the kitchen.moved past the tv
and went up the first 4 steps, stopped bent over the railing..looked at
me, turned and looked at my husband nodded his head in a up and down
motion....then went up the rest of the steps.....the gray shadow was my
husbands uncle who lived and died in that home....ever since the home
never had a chill...
we think his uncle was checking out who was in the
home....when he saw us, he approved.....we never
had any other experenices...
The Shackles
By: dcarwy@yahoo.com
I"ve never seen ghosts or had any sort of experiences with the
supernatural but my friend, Amber, has. She was friends with this guy
named Seth, whose mother was my high school coach. She was telling me
about this house Seth's parents bought in Monticello, Florida, about 45
minutes away from where we live. It was a real old house with lots of
land aroound it. This house was a weekend house for Seth's family. One
day, Amber was invited to spend the weekend with them. She told me that
on the way up there they tried to warn her not to get scared because
there were ghosts there. She thought they were pulling her leg and was
laughing and playing along. When they got there, Amber was impressed
with the two-story wooden house. It was built in some old style from
the 1800's, apparently. She walked upstairs to her room for the weekend
and was given a tour of the house. Upon entering one room, she smelled
something sour and bitter. It was right beneath the attic. She couldn't
describe it to me but let me know it wasn't pleasant. Then, she was led
to the attic, supposedly the most haunted room. There were old rusted
chains and shackles attached to the walls. A long time ago, a slave
owner owned this house. The slaves would be punished by whipping and
being shackled in the attic with no food and water for several days.
Amber said she had no eerie feeling and didn't see anything out of
ordinary. Later on that night, Seth and Amber were staying up late and
playing games. They dared each other to go up to the attic, knowing the
stories behind the deaths of slaves in the attics. When they went up
the stairs and turned on the lights, they smelled that sour and
metallic smell and saw dark stains on the floor that wasn't there
previously. Amber said she had never been so scared in her life. She
thought her heart was going to stop beating because it was beating so
fast and hard. She and Seth went downstairs, wasting no time at all.
Amber couldn't sleep all night because she was certain she could hear
groans and cracking. The next day, Amber came straight home and refused
to come back to the house again. I talked later on with Seth's mother,
my high school coach, and she said it was true. She gave more stories
about she'd find things moved or missing, how she smelled cigar smoke
when no one smoked. She told me how she would come home at night and
all the lights would be on in the house. I asked how she could stand
living in the house. She told me she had not seen any ghosts or even
felt threatened. She actually thought of them as her friends because
they would turn on the lights for her at night when she came home. I
wouldn't have been able to stand it! Weird, huh? It made me leery of my
own house, even though my parents originally built it!
Grandma Comes to Visit
By: jfoster@absolute-net.com
When my son was about 3 months old I bought him
one of those Dream Screens that you can connect to the side of a crib for
the baby to watch. One night I put my son to bed, started his
screen for him and went to bed myself.I had a baby monitor and could hear him even
when he was breathing.I fell asleep shortly after his screen had
played itself out.I was awaken around 2 or so by music coming
through the baby monitor and the sound of my baby making gurgly noises babies
make when they are happy.I got out of bed and headed down the hall to his
room. As I got closer I felt not cold but a very warm comfortable
feeling.My son was laying in his crib wriggling around and acting very
happy with his screen still playing. I stood there for a few moments
taking it all in. When thescreen stopped I disconnected it from the crib and tried
shaking it and such tomake it start but nothing happened, so I assumed my son didn't
kick it to startit by accident.I thought for awhile and remembered the warm feeling I
had when first comingup on his room. It was the same feeling I use to get
when I was a little girl andmy grandma would give me a hug.In my heart I believe my grandma
came to visit me and see her great grandchild.
Ghostly Feelings
By: eolivare@concentric.net
I have a few experiences. In 1976, I was living in an old bldg and every night, I
would hear footsteps..heavy ones walking on the floor above me. I then
asked the apt. manager who lived upstairs and learned that no one did
and there was a crawl space. He checked it and no one was there...so on
a weekend when I knew no one was in the bldg except myself, I decided
that if I heard the footsteps again, I would not be scared. Then the
footsteps began, pacing all night. I kept my wits and made plans to
leave. I left the bldg. Second experience about 1985...I was at work
early one day (9th and Market) and was going into the bathroom, but a
woman went in before me, not less than one foot in front of me, and so
when I walked in to the bathroom...no one was there and I looked under
all the stalls and still no one. Yet there was one way into the bathroom
and the same way out. The woman looked just like a solid body. This
same thing happened again late one evening when I was going into the
bathroom and I rushed in just behind her to see her and when I got in
two seconds later..no one, not even in any of the stalls. Later I
learned that the cleaning staff in the bldg saw the same thing..they saw
the woman enter the bathroom and they waited for the woman to leave the
bathroom, but no one left and when they went in to find her...she was
not there. In 1977, a friend committed suicide. All that week-end that
she died, I was depressed and could not shake the feeling. Then on
Monday, I went to my univeristy library and as I sat there trying to
read late in the morning, I heard someone yell in my ear...except it
penetrated my body.. that "Holly committed suicide!" I jumped and
looked around but people were quiet and no one was saying anything and I
thought...where did I hear that and I must be thinking negative. I
became uncomfortable and left the library to shop. When I returned at
about 6pm to read, then a woman came up to me and said, "We were looking
for you this morning...we were talking about you and wanted to tell you
that Holly committed suicide." I said so it is true what I heard. I was
told to call Holly's husband and he verified it and said he searched for
me the whole week-end. The next day a strange thing happened. In my
grief, I meandered my way to work in a different direction, passing a
funeral home where I noticed a coffin in a hearse and my heart and love
went out to it. Then after I got to work, I checked the obituaries for
the funeral home where Holly was. It was the same place I passed that
very morning and so I invited a friend to come with me to pay my last
respects to Holly at noon. I met my friend at the funeral home...and we
were told that Holly had been sent out that morning for cremation. She
had been the only one sent out and she was in the coffin that morning in
the hearse that I passed on my way to work earlier. In 1982, when my
father died, I awoke early in the morning and was calm, then my mother
called to tell me he died. Everyone in my family woke up and my mother
got out of bed, sat by the phone, then it rang and she got the word. At
this time, I could hear people cry...only the sound came from their body
and not their mouth. My brother was in deep grief and not crying out
loud, but I could hear his spirit cry and he just had a sad look. In
1992, my mother was very ill and in a rehab center. I did not like
staying in her house because I thought it was haunted. On this
particular morning, it was 5 am and I was typing and printing a letter
on the computer. I typed most of the letter, got up and stuck a mug of
water in the microwave and set it for one minute, also I prepared a
plastic cone with filter and coffee in it, then I rushed back to the
computer to print the letter. I added a few lines to the letter and then
began to hear the microwave beep and beep. I ignored it, then the
beeping stopped. I got this creepy feeling. But I ignored it and then I
thought the microwave had a timer and so the beeping stopped because of
the timing, not because anyone opened the microwave door. I printed the
letter, ran to the kitchen to get the mug of water out of the microwave
and pour it in the cone. I found instead that the mug had been taken
out of the microwave and the coffe was made, waiting for me on the ledge
of the kitchen counter. Yet I knew I did not get up from the computer
to make it, because I made a conscious decision to ignore the microwave
and finish my letter. My mind worked over time to figure it out. I
grabbed the letter and left the house that morning and told whatever did
it that I was taking the coffee but I didn't really appreciate it.
Other things happened, like the rustling of papers when I was trying to
sleep...etc. and I had to leave the house. Sometimes I have heard other
people think and they were not directing their thoughts to me as what
happens with schizophrenics. Enough for now.
Dangling Phone Cord
By: mrbots@fcmail.com
I was at my mates house for his birthday and there was around 10 of us in his lounge room. From
where I was sitting I could see the phone in his kitchen, it was mounted on the wall. Anyway we
talking about all the wierd things that have happened to him and his family in the house and I
said that I didn't believe them because I had stayed over heaps of times over a six year period
and had seen or heard nothing. Well as we were talking about this, the cord that connects the
the hand piece to the rest of the phone swung left, then all the way to the right then stopped.
I was the only one that saw it and got cold shivers all over my body. There was no way wind could
have blown it and there was nobody within 10 foot of it. it must have been there ghost.
Haunted College
By: Salemgodes@aol.com
This isn't my story or even the story of the perosn who told me, but I
thought I 'd share it anyway. This was told to me by the music teacher at
my high school. The college he attended (which I won't mention the name) is
up north. I'm not sure when is was built, but the main bulding of the
college was a Catholic monastery . There have always been stories around the
college that a monk went crazy and killed himself in the monastery. People
at the college have reported strange happenings and sightings of what
appeared to be a monk. The story that I know comes from a janitor who works
at the college. On the weekends one of the custodians jobs is to break down
the classrooms. This means they have to stack up all desks and chairs up
against one wall. The janitor had just finished doing this and walked out
the door and locked it from the outside. There is only one door into the
classroom and it is the one he has just locked. The windows in the room can
only be opened from the inside and the janitor was the only one in the room.
As he turned to walk away from the door he hears loud crashing and banging
coming from inside the room. He immediately unlocks the door and steps
inside. What he finds is that all the desks and desks and chairs have been
thrown all around the room. Drawers from the teachers desk were ripped out
and papers strewn across the room. There is no possible way any human could
have been in that room and done that damage in a matter of seconds then run
out without the janitor noticing.
Green Rocking Chair
By: HaroDork@aol.com
Our farm house in Cooperstown, NY had been built in the 1790's. Since
then, a family known as the Lidells had lived there for several decades (My
father has the historical information). One man, Wilbur Lidell had been
painting the house when he fell off the ladder and was killed by the fall. He
remained in the house until the people before use sold it to us. My father
was an antique dealer and a historian, while my mother was a scientist. When
strange things started to happen my father did research on the house. He
found out about Wilbur, and told us. Some of the experiences, I, both my mom
and dad, grandmother, and friends had were of footsteps, and our green
rocking chair. The rocking chair would start and stop several times daily. My
dad had a Lidell reunion one time and that was the last time we heard the
ghost, and saw the rocking chair. Since then we have moved to Delaware
(boring) when my mom got a job here.
'Things'
By: jasonm@itpc.co.uk
After my grandfather's death in a local hospital 'things' started to occur
in the house he shared with my grandmother. I went to look after my
grandmother after grandad died, one night I was in bed sleeping when I
heared a sound like a hand sliding up a hand rail intermitantly, as if
someone was slowly comming up the stairs, I ignored the sound and put it
down to my imagination or the wind I could have been dreaming.
Again whilst in bed in the early hours I was woken by a sound which was like
someone rubbing their hands together, I was half asleep and opened my eyes
to see a dark figure stooping over my bed with their hands clasped, this
shocked me and I sat bolt up right in bed and the figure was gone, again I
think I was dreaming.
Whilst in the bathroom I glanced across the landing and saw water dripping
from the door frame onto the floor and thinking we had a leak in the roof,
went to check it out but the door frame and floor were dry.
The thing which happened which I find most difficult to explain away is,
during the night again the weather was very bad, in the back yard at the
time we had the old metal dust bins and they were being blown all over the
back which caused a lot of noise and kept me up most of the night, went down
stairs into the kitchen in the morning to find the two kitchen chairs up
against the back door and the large setee chair from the front room, which
was in a corner of the room with a side board in front of it, pushed into
the middle of the room, I asked my grandma what had happened and she said it
must have been the dog (?!) Grandma could not have moved that chair, she was
quite frail, as you would have had to have got up the side of the chair and
pulled it out, even I would have struggled. I don't like repeating these
events as I am easily spooked and don't like to think of this as being some
kind of haunting, I am hoping that you can give me a logical explanation to
these events, as I am sure there must be one !!
The House up the Street
By: sunnystorm22@hotmail.com
Hi! I just found your page out of pure curiosity when my friend's cousin mentioned scary pictures
on the internet, and I'm kind of facinated by ghosts. So, anyways, I'm 15 and from Nova Scotia,
Canada, and I'm sure these stories are for sure true. Our village is over 350 years old and over
that time there's been constant battles between french/english/indians/spanish/whatever, but
anyways, that's why I'm scared to go in the park where there's still remains of forts. But this
isn't really the topic. My sister told me this story, and she heard it when she was in the house
which was at one time her friends' house. They've moved out since and I don't blame them after
what I'm about to tell you. I can't even look up at this newly- abandoned house when I walk by.
The house is at least 150 years old and sits on top of a hill in front of an old graveyard, the
western part of the graveyard behind the church. It used to be a nuns convent way back when.
The woman that owned the house was washing dishes (this story came directly from her to my sister
), and the sink is right below a window. She saw some old lady walking by the window slowly,
towards the graveyard, and she said she kinda looked like a nun. The woman ran outside to see who
was on her property, and she was gone. Another story is the woman's husband and son were working
on the upstairs part of the house at opposite ends and were hammering something each. The son
stopped for awhile to see if his dad was still working and he could hear his dad ,clearly, still
working and hammering. So, 15 minutes later he went down to get something to drink and was
shocked to find his dad coming in the door with groceries, when the hammering suddenly stopped.
He said "I just got in from grocery shopping, I was gone for about an hour." So, he was really
the only one working on the house...so who was the other thing working on the house? These
stories come directly from down the street, and I beleive they're all true, sometimes I even see
a light on when there's absolutly no one living there for a couple of years. Beleive them or
not, Thanks for listening,
Family Experiences
By: superstar_01_@hotmail.com
I was just lookin at your site and thought I might send a couple stories that have happened
to me.
We lived in this house in Seminole Oklahoma were alot of weird
things happened. Like when one time my dad was laying asleep on the
couch in the living room. And then he woke up and saw our dog (big dog)
in the middle of the living room floor staring at him with bright red
eyes. He didnt think nothing of it until he realized that the dog wasn't
supposed to be in the house. He thought the back door was open or
something so he went back there to shut it but the door was closed and
the dog was in the back yard.
And then there was one time when I was having a nightmare that there
were demons in our house yelling and screaming and breaking things.
Well my aunt lived with me and in the dream she burned this blue thing
that she found then it went away. I woke up the next morning and my
aunt was real tired. I asked her how come she was so tired and she said
"i couldnt sleep last night, it sounded like everyone in the house was
up and being real loud."
In the house I am living in now I woke up to something grabbing my
leg and i looked over there and there was nothing there, then this real
loud buzzing noise filled the room and I couldnt hear nothing 4 like 10
sec. My aunt and my mom thinks the cause of it was this cd I brought
home because it had a couple like satanic pictures in it but I do not think
so.