Ok, I have two, but they aren't in much detail since they happened when I
was little. I will also include other experiences that my family has had,
seeing as that my Grandmothers house is haunted.
When I was about 2, my parents took me up to "Honey" my mothers mothers
house. Located in a remote part of Connecticut, it is nestled deep in the
woods It was built about 30 years ago, by my mothers parents. On that
first day, my father took me up into "Honey's" room, which is said to be the
heart of the house. Spooky things happen there, but since my Gramma is almost
deaf, she can't hear anything. He lay me down on her bed and began to
change my diaper, when I said, very clearly
"Daddy, why are all those faces looking down at me?"
He looked at me and said "What faces sweetie?" And then shot a
cautious glance over his shoulder.
"The faces!" I shrieked and began to laugh. "The faces! The
He took me out of the room right away and we still look back on
"the faces" and wonder what exactly I saw that day.
Ok, this is kinda about all the different things that have happened at
my gramma's over the years.
At my grandmothers house, many things happen. Door slam when
there's no one upstairs, and when you go up to look, not a door will be
You can hear footsteps running down the halls, ghostly apparitions float
through the halls, making themselves known to few select people, and a
mysterious light wanders the house. But these ghosts are friendly and they
never hurt anyone.
My home has a ghost. I know this because it has been seen, it doesn't bother
us, infact it watches over us. one day my husband and daughter left for work
I was still asleep, I guess when they left one of them didn't close the door
properly,. after a while with the wind blowing the door opened, I kept
hearing someone calling my name to wake up, i woke up and just lyed there in
bed wondering who could be calling my name since i was alone, again i heard
my name being called as if the person was right there in my bedroom. I
finally got out of bed to look around. As soon as I left my bedroom to go
down the stairs I realized my front door was wide open. Anyone could have
walked in. I believe that the ghost was warning me, trying to let me know
that the door was open. There have been other instances Similar to this. I
believe it looks out for me and my family,
When I was younger I was asleep and I woke up. I looked at the clock
and it said somewhere around 3:28 am. I turned my head slightly to the
left and I saw a girl, I would say she was in her early teens, she
looked very blury and yet clear at the same time. she was moving in slow
motion it seemed like she was underwater or something. She had a long
nitegown on and it was blowing very slowly. She was holding a short
candle stick and her hair was a long reddish-brown color. She looked at
me and I looked back at her. I was suprisingly calm. I got up to tell my
mom what I had seen. The next morning I woke up and I asked my mom If
she saw the lady and she said "What lady?" could this all have been a
dream I'm not sure. I've been deeply confused about this since.
Glowing Red Eyes
In 7th grade I moved to a new school and soon met a girl my age and we
quickly became best of friends. A few months into our friendship she began
to confide in me about the problems going on in her house. She claimed it
was haunted by the spirit of a young girl. A modest, 1 story house I
estimate to have been (at the time of the hauntings 1971-74) maybe 25-30
years old. She lived there with her mom, 5 yr old sister & 4 year old
twins. Without giving away the precise location, I will only say it was in
a suburb of Los Angeles. I've told this story to my children and a few
years back we were in the L.A area and sure enough the house still stands.
Anyway, my friend told me how stuffed animals and similar toys floated
across a room then suddenly drop, the family's personal items would
dissappear only to turn up in a crawl space in the top of her bedroom,
knocking was heard on the walls with no apparent physical cause, nothing
was there to do the knocking. What made this more bizarre and chilling was
the movie The Exorcist had come out during this time period. My rational
mind said, okay, someone in the house is making this stuff up!
After putting up with these disturbances for what I was suppose was 6
months to a year my friend's mom brought in a priest to bless the home.
Being 12 yrs old at the time she was telling me these things, my memory
fails me on exact details. Please forgive me where I am not entirely clear
in my descriptions.
After the blessing had been done is where I entered this friendship, so I
don't claim to have personally seen toys floating or being around when
things were dissappearing. I spent days and nights in this home after we
became friends, but yet nothing out of the ordinary occurred. Or should I
say, "nothing that I was aware of". My friend told me that though the
house had been blessed, (there were rosary beads in every doorway), she
said whatever was causing the problems hadn't left. Yes, it had quieted
down, but things were still dissappearing and she heard "noises". Her
mother was certain that the blessing had solved the haunting (or so she led
us to believe she believed this). The happenings prior to the blessing had
upset her mom greatly (naturally!) so she wanted to keep the continuing
incidences from her mom.
What scared me about the house initially was the bathroom. A unnerving
feeling came over me when I entered this room. A small bathroom with an
ancient clawfoot tub and fixtures that I'm sure were from the 50's, more
than anywhere in this house the bathroom gave me an eerie feeling that
someone/thing was there, and it didn't want me there. In fact, I never
took a bath in that bathroom the entire 2 years we were best friends (I
bathed at home!) When it was necessary to use the bathroom I got out as
quickly as I could! Even if I wanted to stay in there longer, it was
almost as if an unseen prescence forced me to leave the room.
Apparently, I wasn't wrong in feeling this way about the bathroom. The
story I was told was that a 5 year old girl was drowned in this very
bathroom and tub by her father. This happened decades before my friend and
family moved in. She was the little girl who was haunting the family.
The first of 2 incidences that I can personally attest to happened during
a sleepover at her house when we were up late, as usual, perhaps 3 in the
We were in her room when she said something to me that I don't exactly
recall, or why she even knew, but she told me to just listen. Well I
listened and what I heard I will not forget.
Her room faced the living room and through the closed door came the sound
of voices. Many voices, like a large crowd of party-goers. I couldn't
make out words, they were all talking at once. I could hear walking around
on the floor. If you could imagine turning up the volume from silence to
loud, this is what it sounded like. But there was no one out there, let
alone a crowd of people in her living room at 3 in the morning! As suddenly
as it began it ceased, to total silence. There was no else up in the
family, they had been fast asleep for hours.
The 2nd incident happened to me during the daylight hours. Her mom was in
the kitchen, my friend and the younger kids were in the backyard of the
house. I had gone to my friend's room to get something.
Her mom was a big fan of these pull-down shades that darken a room, I
guess to guard against the heat of summer. Therefore, the room was quite
dark. I had gotten whatever it was (don't recall what) I went there for
and was getting ready to walk out the door
when I felt someone was looking at me. I was compelled to turn back to
face the room as I opened the door. Low on the floor near the bed were a
pair of red, glowing eyes, staring back at me. Because of the low position
to the floor at first I thought it must be a cat. But I kept looking at
these glowing, flame red eyes and it was as if I was arguing with my mind,
saying no, a cat's eyes don't light up like that!
As I continued to be frozen in place it became clearer to me what I was
My eyes adjusted and I was able to make out the face of a small girl who
appeared to be age 5 or so. She was in a crouching position, which
explained the low position on the floor. The two of us were locked there,
and those eyes were so evil, it gave me the feeling it did not like me
there. Slowly, remaining in her crouched position she made her way to the
closet that connected with my friend's mom's room. With her back to me she
glanced back at me with those glowing, red eyes, then dissapated into the
darkness of the closet. Not an article of clothing moved.
I've forgotten many things, but I do remember aftewards I went into the
kitchen and asked my friend's mom where the little sister (5 year old) was.
Of course she was playing in the backyard where she had been all the time.
I was looking for some rational explanation, but could not find one. I
only know what I saw.
Today I am a mother of teenagers, just an average person who isn't really
a big believer or disbeliever in ghosts. I can't say that I've had any more
hauntings as sensational as this one was for me, though I have had smaller
ones, not worth mentioning.
I would be interested in reading story from someone who had an experience
of seeing something like this with red, glowing eyes.
Thank you for listening to my story. Hope it wasn't too long!
I've submitted several stories to your site so far,
and as promised... here's yet another one for your
consideration. (And if you ever get tired of hearing
about our personal encounters, please just let me
know.... frankly, it's refreshing to have finally
found a place that I can share our experiences with
believers.) This story is very long... please feel
free to edit or split it if necessary.
This particular encounter happened over a period of 2
years... but was never witnessed personally by me. The
reason for that will become apparent as I tell you
what happened, and WHY it happened. These events
occurred in an old 1-1/2 story farmhouse on McCreery
Rd, outside Gaston, Indiana. (And for those of you who
pore over these stories as much as I do, this is the
same site as the 'Earth Spirit' sighting.) This
particular house was unique in the fact that it was
over 100 years old, but had never been lived in by an
'outsider'... members of the same family had always
inhabited this house. Until our friend John managed to
talk the current owner into letting him move in just
to 'fix it up', in exchange for free rent. The house
was a typical old farmhouse. Sagging floors, creaky
ceilings, and very old plumbing. It had been empty for
several years prior to John's moving in - for some
reason, no family members wanted to live there
My husband and I were both very avid amateur
re-modelers, while John was licensed for electrical
work and was a quite proficient carpenter. We
volunteered to help him, simply for something to do on
the evenings and weekends. Slowly but surely, we began
to get that old home looking happy again.
From the first time I entered that home, I knew that
we were not alone there. There was a very cold spot in
John's bedroom, against the staircase wall. (There was
a closet built-in under the stairwell... typical
construction.) I could sense someone/thing watching
us, but never got any 'bad' feelings about it. Just a
sense of being watched.
While the two men did the heavy remodeling, it was
left up to me to decide on color schemes and wallpaper
designs. I spent hours poring over wallpaper and paint
samples... just couldn't ever seem to find the one
that felt right for that home. I was getting
frustrated - we had redone several homes, and I had
never encountered the indecision I did with this
home... I somehow just knew that I would find the
'right' scheme. Late one evening, we had gone to help
John install some brace beams on an interior wall. He
was in the process of installing an opening between
the living room and small room, to begin the process
of getting the wet bar in working order.
While the men were busy grunting and slaving over the
measuring and cutting, I glanced down at the wallpaper
book I had brought along and one page seemed to stick
out further than the rest. Of course it caught my eye,
so I opened the book... and there was the perfect
wallpaper sample. A light creme color, with a very
faint floral design on it. I called John over to look
at it, and when he saw it, he wrinkled up his nose.
"Looks like sissy stuff to me, but you're in charge."
I went the very next day and purchased all I would
need to do every room that was to be papered.
That weekend, I was in the home alone, hanging the
wallpaper. Single rolls, not pre-pasted. Anyone thats
ever hung wallpaper knows what a pain in the butt it
can be. I was anticipating a very slow process, and
had mentally prepared myself for the worst. I started
in the kitchen - all the cabinets had been pulled down
and were in the process of being refinished. The room
was virtually empty, so I thought 'get the easy stuff
out of the way first'... and easy it was. It seemed as
though I had an extra set of hands helping me. I would
cut the length, lay it out to roll the paste onto the
back of it, and then climb back onto the stepladder to
begin the painstaking process of getting it lined
up... only it was as if the wallpaper installed
itself. No air pockets, no crooked strips... very
painless job. And the whole time I was working, I felt
this very peaceful air around me. Definitely not the
stressful situation I had pictured it to be!
Within two days, I had all the paper hung, and
painting finished. The house was beginning to look
like a home again. And the house itself felt
different... happy, somehow. While I was hanging paper
and painting, I would catch glimpses of a 'shadow' out
of my direct line of sight. I knew it meant me no
harm, so I just continued with the task at hand. But
the more I got done, the more the shadow moved... it
was almost as if it was excited that the home was
being restored into something to be proud of again.
Fast forward again: Middle winter in Indiana. Brutal
weather, very deep cold. John was still unemployed,
and while my husband and I helped him as much as
possible, we were also beginning to try to put a
little distance between the three of us.
John's personality began to take on a very mean
streak... he told me one night (while he was ripped on
Jack Daniels) that the house was 'being mean' to him.
I pressed him for specifics, and he told me that over
the period of the last two months, a cabinet door in
the kitchen had slammed shut on his hand, he had found
himself locked out of the house twice after going
outside to get wood for his stove, and his Akita
refused to go into any room except the kitchen. After
a few more questions and answers, he finally leaned
forward, looked me dead in the eye, and said, "you
aren't gonna believe this, but there's an old woman in
that house. I've seen her standing in front of the
woodstove glaring at me three times now." Of course I
believed him. I couldn't understand WHY she was
pulling these stunts on him... until I asked him a
couple more questions. It seems that John had run out
of wood for his stove (only source of heat) so instead
of going out and cutting more, he went into the pole
barn behind the house and started pulling down the
interior walls to use as firewood. Simply put, that
made her mad, so she was simply expressing her
displeasure with him.
John then told me that he was about to leave the
state. He had had a job offer in Florida (this was
right after the storm in '93) and he was leaving
within the week.
As soon as my husband got home from work, I told him
what John had said. We both said the same thing at the
same time... let's buy the house! We had fallen in
love with that place, and it just felt like home. That
very next day, we called the owner of the home, and
asked if he'd consider selling the home with a lease
on the actual property it sat on, which is a very
common occurrence in Indiana. He never even thought
about it - his answer was an immediate YES! We began
moving in that next weekend... the paperwork was being
drawn up for the contract, and we couldn't wait to get
into that home.
Our kids were put into the two upstairs bedrooms, and
we took over the one bedroom downstairs - the one with
the constant cold spot in it. I usually always kept
our bedroom arranged in a specific layout - no matter
where we lived. But this home was different. It was as
if I was being told where the bed should go, which
wall the dresser should be located... and it was the
same in the living room. Certain pieces of furniture
just seemed to locate themselves. Definitely not how I
would have arranged them, but it just felt right once
we were moved in.
Within a week, I had everything unpacked, and never
once had I even seen the shadow that had helped me
hang wallpaper. It just seemed to be a normal old
home. The owner of the home called me during the week
to tell me that he had the papers ready for our
signature, and if it was okay, he'd bring them out on
the weekend... he said he was curious to see the old
house again. Apparently he hadn't been in it since his
grandmother died there. We agreed on a time, and ended
Weekend arrives, and so does the owner. He walked
thru the back door (in the kitchen) and just stopped
dead in his tracks. His mouth literally dropped open,
and he just stood there, looking into both my bedroom
and the living room. I asked him if something was
wrong, and it took him another couple of minutes to
answer me. When he did, it was in the form of a
question: "How did you possibly restore that
wallpaper? I can't believe it!" Yep... you guessed it.
Almost identical wallpaper to the kind his grandmother
had when she had lived there. Same color paint, and
even the lace curtains I had hung over the windows
resembled the ones she had. He was in shock, and I was
feeling quite proud of myself.
Papers were signed after I gave him a tour... and he
just kept telling me it was the eeriest thing he had
ever seen - even the furniture was in the same place
as his grandmother had hers. (My bed was in the
identical place hers was - against the staircase wall,
and she died in bed.)
Fast forward again: Several months later, I had a
friend staying with me. My husband was working out of
town during the week, and Rachel needed some emotional
support... so I offered to let her come stay with us
for awhile. Because of the emotional problems she was
having, she was often up in the middle of the night.
She'd go thru my bedroom to use the restroom, then
into the kitchen for a drink. It became an almost
nightly occurrence for her to walk around, and I
learned to just ignore it. But every night, she'd run
into something in the dark. After about a week of
this, she finally had had enough. She ran into the
corner of my roll-top desk, and it hit her at
hip-level. She turned loose with a string of words
that would have embarrassed the devil himself, and in
particular, said something about 'hating this d**med
old house!' As soon as she said that, the cold spot at
my head turned icy... I just laid there, wondering
how the old women would choose to punish Rachel for
her words. Didn't have long to wait, because as soon
as Rachel returned to the living room, she began
screaming her fool head off. Seems the old woman was
standing between her and the couch, and had a vicious
glare on her face... directed straight at Rachel. To
be honest, I started snickering... whispered "way to
go, Granny", and just rolled over and pulled the
covers over my head, still chuckling. Rachel packed up
and left the very next morning. *laff*
Fast forward again: (and this is the last time,
promise!) Several months later, and my husband and I
were having a very difficult time in our marriage.
Okay, truth. He was having an affair, I caught him,
and he was trying to lie his way out of it. I went to
bed angry, and as I laid there trying to calm down, I
began talking to 'granny'. Told her that I wished I
had lived in her day, when men didn't do things like
that. Just said some very emotional things under my
breath. As I talked, the cold spot began warming up,
until I was completely wrapped in this feeling of
warmth and peace. I drifted off to sleep, anger-free.
When I woke the next morning, I found my husband
sitting on the couch, staring across the room. It was
obvious he hadn't slept all night, but I didn't feel
sorry for him. I was actually pleased that he was
apparently feeling some kind of remorse for his
actions. At last that's what I thought it was, until
he started talking to me. He informed me that right
after I went to bed, he saw a shadow begin forming on
the wall across from him. As he watched, the shadow
took on a definite shape... of an old woman. He said
he kept rubbing his eyes, thinking it to just be a
hallucination, and had almost managed to convince
himself of that, until she started walking across the
room towards him. He said that it was if he was frozen
in place. He opened his mouth to call out to me, but
no sound would come out. He tried to jump off the
couch to run into our bedroom, but he couldn't move.
All he could do was just lay there and watch as
'granny' got closer and closer. He said when she got
next to him, he could actually smell a scent of
vanilla (women dabbed vanilla behind their ears as
perfume in her day) and that he could see her plainly.
No mist, no fog. She appeared completely real and
human to him. He said she was glaring at him...
obviously very angry.
What he told me next had me laughing... she
apparently beat him up. He said she pinched his cheeks
very hard, slapped him several times, and then grabbed
hold of his earlobe and put her face against his...
and whispered something in his ear. He refused to tell
me what she had said, but whatever it was made a
believer of him. Sorry, but I had no pity for him. I
was laughing so hard I had tears pouring from my eyes.
He obviously wasn't quite as amused as I was, and
informed me we were moving out of that 'demon house'
right away! Uhmm... wrong thing to say. I felt the
cold spot come thru the wall right behind me... it
wrapped itself around my face for just a moment, then
it moved. Straight to him, apparently. He got a look
of sheer terror on his face, and just sat there,
frozen in place for at least 5 minutes. He broke out
into a cold sweat (pardon the pun), and just stared at
me, as tho begging me to help him. I figured he
deserved whatever she was doing to him, so I just
walked into the kitchen to start coffee.
No... we didn't move. Not then, anyway. We lived in
the house another 1-1/2 years with no more sightings.
He was a good boy and behaved himself at all times. At
least while he was in our home he did. I guess he was
afraid granny would make herself known again?
We ended up divorcing, and the day I left that house,
my kids and I sat on the floor where my bed had been,
and talked to 'granny'. We explained to her that we
loved her, and would miss her, but we had to go now.
She already knew, tho. As we walked out of that back
door for the last time, it was as if that house
sighed. A sad, mournful sigh... it, and she, were
One last footnote: About 3 months after 'granny' got
hold of my husband, we went to the old owner's house
to pay off our home. As you walk in his front door,
his entryway was covered with old family pictures. As
we stood there wiping our feet, my husband began
staring at one of the pictures. He pointed straight to
a woman, and said "That's her!" We finished our
business, and on our way out the door, I asked who the
woman was. The answer? His grandmother. The same one
who lived and died in our home.
I am 21, and ever since I can remember I have had lucid dreams. The weird
thing about the dreams is that thepeople are usually unfamilar and always
try to convince me I am not dreaming. The most of vivid of these dreams
happened in the summer of 1996 when I went with my family to Washington,
D.C. We stayed with my step-dad's sister's family in an old turn of the
century house in Alexandria. I slept in the oldest daughter's room which
was downstairs. I dreamt of a party going on in the house, and I was
dancing with blond young man. He was a stranger to me. All of a sudden I
realized I was dreaming and told him so. He tried so hard to convince i
was not dreaming that I ran from him back into the room where I was
actually sleeping. It was as if he really didn't want me to wake up. All
the people I encounter in these dreams try to convinve I am not dreaming.
Anyway, I woke up feeling very uneasy and had to make my come come sleep
with me. If anyone has any input on these!
dreams or the supernatural trying to contact people through lucid
dreaming i would really like to hear it.
Also I live in a fairly new house with my best friend right now in
Valdosta, GA. We have had very strange things happen since we moved into
the house a year ago. WE always here noises and bumps. Sometimes we find
the water on after we are sure we turned we off. Needless to say my cat is
always staring at and batting at invisible things. The wierdest thaat
happened involving the cat was i was sittin gon the couch painting my
toenails when the cat come and sat right in front of me. She stared
intently around my head moving her head as if she was watching something.
She began to meow really wired and then ran off. It scared me so much I
left the house right then. Also it always saound liek the TV is one after
we go to bed, like muffled voices, whenit isn't. the source of the
soundsand feelings seems to be the bedroon my friend moved out of. She
swears she felt uneasy and watched until she moved into the spare room. I
don't know if this had anything to do with the dreams,!
but we are moving soon and I will let you know if "it" follows us.
I'm a on the verge young haunted house reseacher and I've seen my fare
share of ghosts. I saw my grandfather the night he died 2 or 3 hours
later. He was walking down my hallway and my grannie was sitting in my
mothers chair which is now in my room and i get freaked out to have it in
my room because it rocked one night. Everytime I go past there house he looks out and waves to me but
black people live in that house now and the've seen him and my grannie too. Another ghosts
I've never seen but felt. I go to my grandmas house ( the only grandparent I have left) and every
time I go in the shower and thats where it begins to get freezing cold in really warm
water and I never stay in there but for 3 minutes. It has to be an
indian because the town was named after the muncie indians which lived
near my grandmas creek. Because we find arrowheads and stuff. In my
towns history we have a house called the Ezeikel Harris house today
because it has been owned by 4 generations of Harris'
but long ago it was called the Mackey Trading house. The story goes back
to one of the kings captains who was tarred and feathered in Augusta in the
middle 1700s and they paraded him through town to be shamed and laughed
at. He returned to Augusta during the Revolutionary War to complete his revenge. He captured 13
patriots of Augusta and he held a hanging in that house and 2 of the younger ones
mother cried and tried to stop him but he wouldn't and they shot and
killed her to shut her up. He layed in a room so he can see them hanged perfectly. He was killed later
in the war( he payed for his sins) but to this day if you go up three steps and count
back from 10 you'll feel a nuse wrap around your neck. Also the room where the man
watched from has the light turn on and off during the night and they don't know how.
Also if you go by at night you can hear that mother still crying and begging him to
stop the hanging of her boys.