Hi, first of all, thank you for putting this website up. This is great. I
am the icequeeny2k and I have lived in what I have read about as being one
of the most haunted spots in the country, if not the world. I live in a
small college town in SE Ohio, known as Athens. I have lived in the county
of Athens for 13 years and lived for ten years in an old stop-over called
I am a very sensitive person. Sensitive in all aspects, but particularily
in the "unexplained" or "other activity". I must be careful of how I write
because if i say something in a demeaning way, it can have a powerful
effect. Here are my incidents over the past 20 years.
When I was three, I lived in Pomeroy, Ohio. The house I lived was an old
home and possibly a stop-over for the underground railroad. Many bad things
happened there before we moved in. According to historians and local towns
people, in the early 1900's, possibly the late 1800's, an old recluse had
bought the house. It was a beautiful two story house with an apartment
upstairs and downstairs. White outside with a top balcony. Front porch
columns were white with intricate woodwork. This hermit was in his thirtys
when he bought it and he had intentions of fixing this place up. However,
he suffered from severe depression and threw himself off the second floor
balcony. The house stood empty for years afterwards. Eventually in the
1920's, an older woman and her son bought the house and rented the top floor
out. This is where it gets a little fuzzy in the details. Either the woman
had driven her son to kill her then commit suicide or they had formed a
suicide pact. The woman was found dead several days after her son had died.
Her son's body was found less than a mile from the house in a field.
Several more years went by and the house remained empty. It was crumbling
and falling into disrepair. Then an older gentleman moved into the house.
He had discovered that there was a gang of theives and drug addicts living
behind the house up on a hillside. He had turned over information to the
police and was found dead by a neighbor several days later. He had been
shot through the chest.
The house had several occupants after that he had died, but it was never
occupied for long. We moved in in 1977. Things were bad from the minute we
had moved in. Cups would come crashing out of the cupboard, lights would
come on and off. Seaseme Street would change to a soap opera. Buckets of
paint would mysteriously diappear. However, my mom and dad were painting
one of the bedroom peach and that paint seemed acceptable because it
wouldn't disappear. One night, I was three, I went over and climbed into
bed with my mom and dad. We were living in both parts of the house and my
bedroom was one one side of the hall way and my aprents room was one the
other side of the hall way. The staircase was in the middle. As I was
going across the stairs, I heard someone call my name. I looked down and
there was an old woman standing ont he landing telling me to get back into
bed. She was wearing a brown and white, threadbare peasants dress, black
and white ringed stockings and had a green scarf tied on her head. She
pointed her boney finger at me and told me to be quiet and go back to bed.
I ran into my parents room and cried. My dad searched the house and found
nothing except a coffee mug smashed in the kitchen. He thought my mom had
smashed it and just left it for later. Mom looked at it the next day and
said that it wasn't ours and didn't know where it came from.
The next incident happened when we moved to Athens. I was 19 and just had a
baby. I was living in my apartment in The Plains. Nobody had told me the
history of my apartment and since the apartments had been built, nothing
strange had happened there. I had a spirit. It was on old man who was
wonderful. My apartment was the only one that had not been broken into, my
daughter's room was either warm in the winter or cool in the summer. This
was a natural impossibility. The sun set on my daughter's side of the
window, so she always got the last bit of sun and it should have been toasty
in there. It wasn't. It was almost as if we had airconditioning in that
room. We didn't have airconditioning at all. In the winter, it was hit
most brutal because the winds would whip into the side that faced her room.
I had proof. One night, after classes, my boyfriend had put my daughter to
bed then went to take his shower. I was sitting on the floor in the living
room working on homework. All of the sudden, I heard footsteps coming down
the steps. They stopped when the you could see up the steps. My boyfriend
continued with is shower and figuring he didn't hear anything, I didn't say
anything. He came down and asked why I came upstairs and why was my
daughter laughing in bed? I told him that I didn't go upstairs and I have
no idea why she was laughing. All of the sudden we heard footsteps pacing
in her room. We went upstairs and looked. There sat my daughter looking at
us like we were stupid and pointing. I felt a presence, but my boyfriend
just shook his head and went back downstairs. Later in the year, I was
getting ready to go out one night when I kept feeling something watch me and
play peek-a-boo with me. I was the only one in the house. I looked up and
saw a shape that eventually turned into a man's form. He looked at me with
great pleasure and then left. A few friends later saw him when we returned.
They had gone upstairs to use the bathroom and when they came down, they
asked who the guy was in the bedroom. I went upstairs and looked. I
thought he was a friend who had come in the back door and went upstairs. As
I went into her room, it was warm. I loudly explained that my daughter was
at her mama's house and she would be back the next night, he could play
On several ocassions, I felt an uneasiness in the house, like soemthing
wasn't right. I would check everything and make sure that someone wasn't in
the apartment. It would be, of course, empty. Then I realized that the man
was unhappy about something. I would loudly say, if you want to live here,
fine, just don't scare us or harm us. The feeling would go away.
Currently, I am working in a building that used to be part of a very bad
place where many people had died.
I have to be careful of what is said or done. Strange things have happened,
like light fixtures come crashing out of the ceiling, people laughing when
there is no one in the building, and the most strangest one I have heard.
Living people experience the strangest mood changes in the oddest places. I
have a very good reason to believe this building is spirited by what, at one
time, the insane.
Ok the house I live in now is haunted. We've been living here for about 10
years now. and ever since I was about 10 yrs old (I'm 19 now) I've had
strange things happen to me.
The 1st thing I remember happening was one day me and my sister were gonna go
roller skating and we needed to get some clean socks out of the laundry room
which is in the garage. So we both walked over to the door that lead into
the garage and I noticed that it was locked. So I reached down to open it
and the dorrknob turned and opened on its own. And we just kind of stood
there not knowing what was going on. Then about 1 minute later a huge stack
of boxes fell over. And there was no wind or anything to make them fall
over. Other stuff thats happened... we hear whistling all the time.. I
usually hear it when I'm up late at night on the computer. and the weird thing
is that its always right in my left ear and sounds as if its contained like
in a box or something. Also my sister and me share a room and we constantly
hear stuff happening back there.. for example: whistling, the shower door in
the back bathroom (which is attached to our room) I always hear what sounds
like a razor being picked up and slammed back down . My closet which is back
by the bathroom .. the door never stays closed. And theres no possible way
for it to just come open on its own because the doorknob broke off and to
open it you really have to work with it. One morning while everyone else was
asleep my mom heard the door slam shut. Also in my room theres my piano and
on top of it is a zither (a musical instrument) and my dad was walking
through to go take a shower and theres a little space to walk through to get
to the bathroom and at the time the zither was sitting in its usual spot on
the piano.. when he came out the zither was laying in the pathway. Other
times my parents hear the shower door acting up.. being slammed. Most of the
stuff that happens is to us kids like one night I was up reading and
everyone else was asleep and I got up to turn off the light and I got back
into bed and I noticed a weird glow coming from the bathroom. I just thought
it was a nightlight thats in there.. so I sat there watching it for a while
and all of a sudden I hear a loud click and it turns off. So I'm freakin out
and don't know what to do or think and then it comes on again. Then goes off
again. And that goes on for about 2 hours till I finally get up the courage
to start throwing things at my sister to wake her up. So she wakes up and
sees this and freaks out and so I start banging on the wall to wake my mom up
and she comes in and at the time it was off. So she thinks were making it
all up and goes back to bed. About a minute later it comes back on and I yell
at her again and she sees this and goes in there and come to find out its the
heater. And the notices that its really hot in the bathroom.. hotter then it
should be because the heater was only on for 2 mins or so... so she goes out
and gets some tape to tape down the switch.. and when she was gone it had
come back on. So she taped the switch down and asked for whoever was turning
it on to please stop cuz it could burn down the house.
It stopped that night. Another night me and my sis and my 2 cousins were
sitting in our room and we heard the toilet flush and the heater come on...
and we thought someone was back there.. but when no one came out they went
back to investigate and no one was in there and there's no other way for
anyone to get out of the room . So we ran out to tell my parents but no one
believed us. (this happened before the other heater incident) other things
that have happened.. I was in the room one night and I was listening to the
radio and I heard whistling and I know for a fact that there's no kind of
whistling in that song.. so I sat there for a while.. and then I felt
someone kick my bed. and then there was some kleenex sitting next to me on
the floor and they all of a sudden levitated and hovered there for a minute
and then dropped. another day I was sitting back at the piano and I turned
around for a minute and it started playing by itself. Our vcr always turns
on for no reason.. my dad heard whistling one night when he was asleep on
the couch... also our cats always freak out for no reason.. and one day my
dad was here alone and he heard a knocking on the front door and it was
really quiet and so he got up to see who it was but the only thing that was
out there was my cat. So we figured whoever it is just wanted to tell my dad
to let the cat in,. also last night I was sitting up in bed reading and I
noticed my cat (who was sitting on my bed) was watching something walk
through my room, go into the back and walk back through the room. this
happened several times and I couldnt get my cat attention. my other cat
during al of this was freaking out running away from something that wasn't
there. also another really starnge thing is... alot of times we let our
cats out and turn around to see them sitting behind us wanting to be let out.
and theres no possible way for them to get back in the house !
Also all of this activity seemed to have started after my friend brought over
a ouiji board several years ago... and I know now that you arent supposed to
mess with those things. Also we've had several of our psychic friends come
check it out and they've all said that there is something. Possibly a man,
and a woman and our old cat (which I have felt and heard) that died here.
and that it has something to so with a mirror I bought from a junk store that
has an odd shape and one lady in particular.. everytime she sees my mom she
tells her to turn the mirror around. she always knows when we've turned it
back around. well thats only some of the things that have happened here.
the ghost also seems to have attached itself to me for some reason.. I always
hear it other places. one night me and my sister and her boyfriend were
sitting up at the school playground close to our house and we heard the
whistling and we were sitting over where there couldn't possibly be anyone
else around cuz we could see everything going on. and then about an hour
later I was driving him home and me and my sis heard the whistling in the
back seat. also I had to take care of my grandma at her house for a while
and I was there late one night and the glass potpourri holder flew off the tv
and broke. and I was sleeping in the tv room one night and I heard the tv
trying to turn itself on.
no one has ever actually seen anything around here.. even though I thought I
saw someone walk down our hall one day.
Ghost or What?????
This happened in the late 6o's, if my memory serves me correctly. My
first husband and I had gotten married a few months before and with no
place to move we went into my grand fathers house, which at the time
had been empty, for the most part, since the early 50's after my
grandmother passed away. I need to mention also as a child I had grown
up in the house with my grandparents ,so it was like going home for me
but back to the story. After grandmother passed, grandfather always
swore he couldn't stay in the house for her yelling at him 'touching him
to get up and beating pots and pans, well as I was saying we moved
in and had lived their maybe three months when one nite without incident
at anytime, went to bed. just as we were settling in to sleep we felt a
slight rumble, not thinking about it my husband started to turn out the
lights and if I remember just as he started the rumble begain again.
Finally I said or maybe he did but I remember us asking one another what
that noise was, I guess it was me asking as I recall us thinking a dog
had somehow gotten under the house and shaking------ well within
seconds the whole house began to shake and the windows actually rattled
I do mean the house was moving to where we could feel the bed move and
see the window curtains move at the same time we heard the living room
door to the outside fly open! While all this was going on my husband
got up and dressed to go out to see if he could see anything I remember
telling him I will not stay in the house alone so I walked to the front
porch while he went around the house and didn't find a dog or anything,
we came in closed the door and started to get back in bed him telling
me it had to be a dog. Just as we were lying down the house began to
shake again and I do mean it shook as if it were going to fall in,; the
living room door flew open the kitchen door flew open and all the
windows rattled the bed came out from the wall a few inches ,it was
noticable ' at this time he jumped up I jumped up we ran out into the
living room closing the doors and pushing furniture up against the doors
within a few seconds it was over once again , we sat in the living room
and waited to see what would happen next and when it was quite for a
while we went back to bed I didn't sleep at all but we never heard
anything the rest of the night or never again , as far as the shaking
goes , but while living there I had other terrifying experiences that
has got me to the realization something is out there but what and where
Hi, just read your website! Well, I had a really strange experience
about four or five years ago. A week after my grandfather died, I was
home alone, washing the dishes. I turned off the water for a second or
two, and all of a sudden I got this really weird feeling. As if someone
was standing right behind me. It wasn't like I could hear anything
strange, or foreign, it just felt like there was an individual behind
me. I then hear a low, soft voice--
"....Jeessiiccaaaa...." It sounded like my grandfather's voice-and I
wasn't thinking about him at the time, either. I guess I got all
creeped out, because I turned on the water, the television, and the
radio. I didn't tell that to anybody for a long time....My little
special secret that I feel compelled to tell.
Haunted 2 flat in Riverdale
In the early 70's we lived in a 2 flat in Riverdale Il. We first rented
the upstairs apartment and never had anything uusual happen. After about
a year we moved down to the first floor apartment and then started
noticing a strange noise every night at 10:05 pm. It sounded like
someone upstairs was dropping one shoe just above the kitchen doorway.
Every night we would hear this sound. My husband of course put it down
as being the house just making ordinary noises because it was an old
wood frame house. A few months after we lived there we "adopted" a
great old schnauser dog from couple down the street who were moving and
couldn't take the dog with them. When we brought him home, he refused
to go down to the basement. He also would sit in the kitchen and wait
for the sound everynight, howl for a minute and then just go about being
a normal dog. We thought it was just because he was an older dog and
missing his old family, until the people in the upstairs apartment
bought a new puppy, and he did the same thing. Then it was a little
weird. I started talking to some of the older people in the
neighborhood and found out that the woman who had live their originally
had hung herself in the basement.
My 1st Experience With a Haunted House
All my life I have been fascinated with paranormal and true ghost
stories. But that had no alteration to what happened to me with my best
friend who never has had any interest or knowledge of hauntings.
She tempted me to go to the base in which she lived with the promise of
an authentic haunted house. I was immediatly interested and went out the
following weekend. Reading about how dogs seem to have a sixth sense
toward paranormal, I brought along my friend's beagle and basset hound.
She led me to an old, condemned hospital. It had been on the Air Force
Base since the beginning. It was old brick, and the windows were covered
with a thick white plaster. A large indent that looked like it could
have once been a porch with no doors was on the side of the building.
Before we went in, my friend called out the name of a captain who had
died there. The beagle suddenly froze and stared at a corner. My friend
called out another name, and the dog suddenly turned to stare intensly
at another corner. Taking the oppurtunity, we went to the first corner
and knocked on the window. Nothing happened. We went to the second
corner and lightly knocked. We heard a sound like a slight shuffling
coming from inside the building. We walked around the house to a new
indent. It had a big cement slab that could have once been a porch. We
went to the left corner, and we again knocked on the window. A sharp
knock immediatly sounded from the inside from the window next to ours. I
turned around and saw another indent. My friend muttered something about
a little girl. Like there was one near.
Throughout this, the dogs were stiff and staring at where we'd heard
the knock. I asked my friend about what she'd said, and she said she
just had "felt" the presence of someone that to her seemed to be a
little girl. I got a weird feeling that I didn't want to go near the
next indent. At all. The dogs had turned their attention to this new
corner, and seemed to feel the same way as I did.
My friend started to knock and listen on the new indent while I stayed
back. I heard a noise from part of the cement slab that I couldn't see.
It sounded like someone had heavily drug their shoe on the cement. I ran
over to see nothing. I felt a chilling, cold feeling all over for no
reason. My friend told me she felt cold, and asked if I felt the same. I
We came back the next day, and went to the first indent. To the window
where we'd heard nothing. When my friend knocked, we heard a "scream" It
sounded like a man, but in a low volume, almost like a tape recording
turned down. It's hard to describe, and it may sound corny, but it
sounded pained. I would thought someone was hurt inside, but it sounded
so strange, and like it was right next to us. Fear taking over we took
off. Later, coming back, we went back to the place we associated with
the little girl. I went over to a corner and felt overwhelmed by nasuea.
I reeled over, feeling horribly sick, and my friend practically drug me
out of there. The second I was out, I felt perfectly healthy. My friend
said while I was there she heard soft knocks and clocks ticking in the
When I was Young I saw a Ghost
I remember one night whan I was about 8 years old. I was always afraid of
the dark, well, not of the dark but the things I couldn't see or hear. I've
always been a terrible sleeper, even when that young so I woke up in the
middle of the night and I looked around my room, as I always did. I was
always scared that I would see something but I never did until that night.
There was a good looking young man with long straight brown hair in a tux.
Beside him was an enormous Huxky. They both just stood there and stared at
me. As I looked at them with a thousand questions running though my head.
As I kept staring at them the man slowly nodded and the dog looked up at
him, then they both just faded away. It is an experiece that I'll never
forget. No-one has died in my house as my parents bought it as soon as it
had been built. I was not scared but just felt kindred to the ghosts.
Story from Italy
I'm writing to you from Rome, Italy and reading and reading again your stories I
decided to tell about my personal adventure.
It was when I was a kid, say from 11 to 19 years of age; I was living in a
house with garden outside of Rome, it was me, my mother and my father, I don't
have any brothers or sisters.
Actually there was more than one single happening, here it goes: after, like
five or six months of our stay there we understood there was something
''special'' but only my mother and I believed in this, my father was skeptic.
Anyway let's begin from the start, once there were some of my parents friends
that came to see the new house we just bought ( I just want to add that they had
a dog, a little yorkshire terrier) and us kids in the living room, the house had
three floors and we were in the middle so there were the stairs that went up, at
a certain point the dog started running towards the stairs, stopped at the
beginning and started not barking but growling like a ferocious
animal........some of them thought he was nuts......not me neither my mother!
After nearly two years things got really worst, a great deal of my friends and
my mother's brother, my uncle just felt a hand touch them on their shoulders,
they would just freak out big time.
Another time, my mother was doing yoga in her bedroom ( but I didn't know that)
and at a certain point, I hear her call my name but in a scared tone, so I run
upstairs and find her still on the floor looking at me, she said Dario I was
doing some exercises and the cat just started hissing and making loud noises at
something unvisible under the bed, so she just started praying and after 30
seconds it stopped.
Let me tell ya I was........I can't tell ya!!!!!!!!
The last episode was this once my father went to see her sister in Northern
Italy, so my mother and I were left alone, at night we were woken up by huge
thumps on the wooden stairs, we just hugged, but after a minute of hoping it to
stop, my mother said she wanted to go and see if there was someone in the house,
because we just couldn't let them go.
At that time I was small so my mother told me just stay put, after coming back
from inspecting the house she was petrified, she saw nobody, nothing was broken,
the door wasn't forced............nothing!!!
I tell you that was a villa, there was nothing around us, no neighbours!!!!!!
Now we just moved house and the one we are staying in now is absolutely fine.
My name is Brenda and I have three stories to share with you. They will be
in condensed form but all three happened. I will make them in chronological
order so here goes number one. Most people can't remember much before the
age of five but I remember something that happened when I must have been between the ages of
3-4. I know it was around that age because I was still in a crib and even
though I am over 40, I still remember as if it were last night. I remember
that if I didn't fall asleep facing the wall, every night a little ghost wearing a different necktie would
come and stand beside my crib and stare at me. I know this sounds idiotic but I can
still remember, and in fact do still fall asleep facing the wall. I never
saw it otherwise. The next one was when I was 19 and married. We bought an old house that had a
room in it that made me feel uncomfortable. My great aunt told me that the
house had a reputation about it and now I know why. I was asleep one night and my
husband was working night shift. Something woke me up and it was a gorgeous
summer night. My husband talked me into making our bedroom in the room that
made me feel odd and I did to please him. When I woke up I heard a rustleing
sound like somebody rummaging in a paper bag. I sat up in bed and when I did a bag of quilt
pieces that had belonged to my great grandmother and I had been working on,
lifted 5-6 inches off the dresser where I had set it the night before and
floated about 2 feet over the edge and fell. Just as I was getting up to try
and see what could have caused that, I heard my name whispered in my ear. I
sat the rest of the night on the porch waiting for my husband to get home and the next day moved our bedroom. That
seemed to be the only room in the house that felt "odd." The third one is
about a house we lived in in Indianapolis. My daughter was 3 when we moved
in and she constantly talked to someone we couldn't see. She called the spirits Big
John and Ancie. We thought maybe it was invisible playmates until one night when she
was 4 she told me good-bye instead of good-night, I said don't you mean
good-night? I still remember her sweet baby face say "no I mean good-bye. Ancie said she
was coming to take me to walk on the stars tonight." It wasn't until thenthat
she told me that Ancie gets in bed with her at night and she wears a long white dress and
feels like ice. I knew immediately that this was a spirit. I began to cry and
told her she couldn't go. She looked at me with her sweet little face and said "now that
you know Mommy she won't take me. Big John told me to tell you about her." I believe
that Big John was there to watch over her and make sure that Ancie didn't take her
to goodness knows where.But to make sure, she slept with me and my husband until
we could move from that awful place. I never saw anything there but I heard
plenty. My daughter is 17 now and still remembers the experience.
My Home in Florida
Since I was little I have had an obsession with the paranormal. I guess this
started because my mother was the same way. But my first real paranormal
experience happened when I was about four years old. I would wake up and I
would feel so free. I would look down and realize that i was floating and I
could see myself down below still sleeping. My mother later described the
same thing happening to her when I mentioned it. I also had a recurring
dream of a goat chasing me through my house and right before I reached my
bedroom it would impale me on it's horns. I would wake up terrified. The
other thing that happened was that my mother and I would hear voices. They
came from the wall between the living room and my room. Sometimes they were
louder and more frightening than others. Especially if we were alone. The
voices still can be heard this very day from time to time. And a few months
ago I came home from work to have my mother tell me that there had been a
loud banging, as if someone was slamming a hammer into the side of our mobile
home. But there was no sign of anyone or any damage. The other things we've
experienced are isolated incedents where our cats would watch as if someone
crossing the room even if no one was there, my mother experienced the feeling
of someone sitting on the edge of her bed when she was alone, and I would see
shadowy forms out of the corners of my eyes. Another frightening thing is
when sometimes at night, the house shakes violently as if being pummeled by a
hurricane. This lasts anywhere from a few seconds to 2 minutes. Many of my
other friends in that town were experiencing things out of the ordinary too.
We sat outside discussing it one night until 4am. We decided maybe our
little town is a hotspot. Some saw a short figure which at first they
thought was someone far away with a lit cigarette but then they realized as
it got closer it was only the height of a sheepdog and the glowing red dot
was not a cigarette. They ran and by the time the ventured out to look for
it, it was gone. And once at a party a whole group of my friends saw the
apparition of a little girl in a nightgown who fled down the hall when she