By: Wavrunsun@aol.com
I have never really experienced any "typical hauntings". but have some very
real " dreams. For instance, one night when I was about 7-8 years old, I
found myself in my driveway in front of our house.My family was all outside
but standing together by the garage door. The night itself seemed very bright
and full of stars. Standing right if front of me was someone wearing a
beautiful white robe holding a white star in his hand. Now I don't know if
this was an angel or spirit or what, but I do remember the feeling that I
wanted to have this time all to my self. When I woke up to find myself in bed
I was shocked! I FELT the pavement under my feet and how hot it is on a
Florida summer night. Anyway my mother, being very spiritual herself said I
had been visited by an angel.
Another time my sister was at her friend's house playing with a Ouiga board,
when all of a sudden, their Yorkie ran under the couch, a pizza carton came
off the top of the refrigerator and that's when they put the board away.
Later that night, I my sister had a flat tire right after she left the house
and I also had car trouble coming home from my hospital shift. Both happened
around the same time.
I know this is running on a bit but just one more.
My mom owns a retirement mobile home park, passed on from her parents. My
uncle used to run it and lived in a room off of the main rec hall. He died in
his sleep in that room and my cousin found him the next day. I never really
felt any presence there until one night I was working out, doing areobics
from a video tape. there were no lights on, save for the TV. Something felt
like it was rushing up behind me, getting very, very close to my bacfk. I
turned around several times to try and 'catch" it. Needless to say the hair
on the bck of my neck was already on end. So, I told "it" that I could'nt
take it anymore and I left. Since then I have'nt felt it again, although I do
think it was my uncle who did'nt mean to scare me. Thanks for sticking with my
long winded story.
Grandfather's Ring
By: llole@email.msn.com
Several months before this incident, my mother had given me a Knights of Columbus ring that had
belonged to her grandfather, whom I had never met. I was on vacation in the
Aderondack mountains with my parents, sleeping in an old cabin near a
lake.The room that I was sleeping in had one window which was on the
oppisite side of the room, a tree stood outside of it and the wind was causing
one of its branches to bump the window. Though I knew it was the tree
making the noise, and I had my father sleeping in the same room, I was
terrified. It sounded as if someone was walking around our cabin, and I
was convinced that there was someone out there. This kept me from sleeping
most of the night. Around 3 AM I woke up terrified,
then something caught my eye at the foot of the other bed. My father was
sound asleep, and as I looked towards the foot of the bed I saw an older
man. Instantly I was calm, and unafraid. He was wearing a brown and red
bathrobe with a rope belt. He was short, with a very gentle face, and he had in
his hands what looked like a small bag of some kind. He was looking
through it for something, which somehow I knew was a ring, then he up looked at
me and smiled, after that I fell asleep. I told my mother the story, and at
the time she just listened. After we arrived home she took out four very
old pictures of men who all looked somewhat similar and asked me if I had seen
any of them. I had, one of the pictures was of the old man that had been
with me that night, it was my greatgrandfather.I knew then that
what he was looking for was his Knights of Columbus ring, and that he was there
to let me know that he wanted me to have it. I keep his ring with me, and I know
he is with me, protecting me.
A True Account
By: AnyoneOO7@aol.com
I am currently an 18 year old male living in a small community in Ohio. The
following story happened to me when I was about ten years old. At the time I
was living with my grandmother because my mother's marriage had fallen apart,
My stepfather was physically and emotionally abusive to me and my stepbrother
and stepsister. But that is beside the point. The family that lived across
the road from my grandparents had six children ranging in age from 1.5 yrs.
younger than me to infancy. In the time I had been living with my
grandparents I had become very good friends with this family and I would
often stay outside late during the summer playing with their children. None
of us in the group had even the slightest interest in ghosts or anything else
paranormal until a single encounter we had with something purely evil one
summer night...
Sorry to stray from the subject again, but the layout of the area is
important for this next part. The road I lived on at the time was a dead end
street, my house being the last one on the left and my friend's being the
last on the right. A shed was built right on the road, so there was no place
for anything to pass through without being noticed. There was also a stone
wall holding up my front yard that is about 6.5 ft. above the road, The
neighbor's house was also up from the road but there is a gradual slope up to
their house.
Now on with the story...
We had been playing outside as usual and it was after 9pm (if my memory
serves me correctly), and we were in the neighbor's yard (across the road
from my house) when out of no where a black car appeared on the road and was
driving towards our houses. We thought nothing of this, because it was dark
and it would have been easy to not notice a car right away and many people
did not know that the road was a dead end. Well, as soon as the car started
coming a little closer, it took off straight at us, and started playing this
(for lack of better wording) evil, satanic music, I have heard nothing like
it before or since. As this car is tearing up the road heading straight for
us and rapidly gaining speed. My friends and I start running for our lives
(literally) towards the neighbor's house, we get to the kitchen window of
their house, we still see the car but as it went under the streetlight by the
wall of my yard, the car vanished into thin air. Mind you, if the car kept
going, it would have hit the shed, or if it went left, it would have slammed
into the stone wall in plain view of where we were, and if ti went right, it
would have went into the house we were in. Normally I would have credited
this entire incident to an overactive imagination, but when I went out there
again the next morning, there were still fresh tire marks on the road and in
the grass where the car came at us. Any comments are welcome at
anyoneoo7@aol.com. Any input would be very much appreciated. I have a
couple more incidents involving different members of my family at this
location and one of my father's old houses but that is another time.
My Paranormal Experiences
By: donhunt@net-link.net
While I do not proclaim to be a writer in any way, shape, or form, I
will do my best to relate to you experiences that I myself, my family,
and my friends have all witnessed and will attest to be true.
My personal experiences began back in the late 1960's when my father was
promoted to a position within his company that required that he spend
extended periods of time out of town. I was in Junior High School at
that time and was the first and only one up in the early morning
preparing for school while the rest of my family slept. My younger
brother and sister were attending Elementary School and their classes
began later in the morning, allowing our Mother to remain in bed and
awaken only in time to get them up and ready for school. Consequently I
was, for all intents and purposes, alone in the house.
On one such morning shortly before Christmas vacation I was eating
breakfast at our kitchen table solely by the light of the small portable
black and white television set sitting opposite me. Having lived in the
northern regions of the country my entire life, I was used to dressing,
eating, and walking to school in the winter morning darkness and I made
it a point to turn on as few lights in the house as possible so as not
to disturb the rest of my sleeping family. On this particular morning
however, due to the poor lighting conditions in the kitchen and, I must
admit, my total lack of table etiquette at the time, I spilled some milk
down the front of my shirt as I consumed my breakfast cereal. After
surveying the damage to my shirt front I decided a change of clothes
might be in order prior to my departure for school.
As I journeyed from the kitchen in the near total darkness of the house
I concentrated my eyes on the floor in front of me to insure that I
didn't trip over one of my siblings many toys left from the previous
evening. I made my way toward my bedroom at the end of the hallway off
of the dining room and had to pass the bathroom prior to reaching my
destination. Just as I arrived at the bathroom doorway I heard a
rustling sound emanating directly from the open darkened entranceway.
Although my progress in the near total darkness was slow, I was walking
immediately in front of the bathroom threshold at that moment and
instinctively raised my arms in an effort to keep from being run into by
whoever it was emerging, half asleep I presumed, from the bathroom. As I
looked up at that same instant I saw what I at first assumed to be my
Mother in her nightgown emerging from the doorway. However, as I stood
there startled, with my arms outstretched before me, I immediately
realized my mistake.
A translucent, somewhat radiant apparition passed through my rigid arms
and, although I could not see any features per say, turned to face me.
What I assumed to be my Mothers' somewhat flimsy nightgown was actually
a gauzy ectoplasmic substance that seemed to sway silently in slow
motion as if by an invisible wind. In retrospect I can only compare it
somewhat to the ghostly apparitions portrayed in the movie Poltergeist.
I was, at that particular moment, absolutely paralyzed with fear. My
arms, still propelled before me, had broken out in goose bumps (although
I honestly do not recall noticing any unusual atmospheric or temperature
changes in the hallway) and my voice refused to obey my commands to
scream. After what seemed to me to be an eternity I was finally able to
regain some sense of composure and turned and ran as fast as I could
back into the kitchen.
Our home was equipped at that time with an intercom system that could
communicate with any given room in the house. I immediately turned it on
and connected to my parents bedroom and awakened my Mother with my new
found vocal abilities.
Of course, by the time she arose from bed and turned on the hallway
light there was nothing to be seen and I, according to her, had still
been half asleep when I had seen "my ghost". She soon changed her mind.
Shortly after my "encounter" my parents were attending a Christmas party
at a local neighbors house and I was forced to baby-sit for my younger
brother and sister. Not long after putting them to bed and making sure
that they were asleep I decided to go downstairs into the basement and
play my guitar so as not to awaken them. As I turned on the basement
lights, closed the stairway landing door behind me and proceeded about a
third of the way down the steps I became aware of a strange sound
emanating from directly below me and to my right. It was a soft sound
and I immediately thought it to be the echo into the basement from above
of my younger brother's or sister's footsteps. They had evidently heard
me going downstairs and hadn't been asleep after all. My forward
progress down the stairs as I was contemplating this took me to a point
where I could see into the far reaches of the basement by turning my
head to the right and as I turned to head back upstairs it was then that
I was able to identify where the sounds were actually coming from.
Every year we placed the empty Christmas decoration boxes in a pile at
the bottom and to the right of the basement stairway. As I was turning
around on the stairway to return upstairs I noticed that three of the
boxes that had been sitting on top of the pile were strewn across the
basement floor closest to the wall opposite the stairway. As I stood
there trying to figure out how they had arrived there, the uppermost box
on the remaining pile lifted, unaided, vertically into the air and flew,
Frisbee style, across the basement hitting the opposite wall with enough
force to dent the corner of the box and send the top flying.
I became a statue. I could not move. I distinctly remember thinking that
if I didn't get back upstairs the stairway I was standing on was going
to fold in on itself, becoming a slide, and I would be propelled
helplessly down into the basement and forced to play catch with whatever
it was that was doing this. That did the trick. I flew upstairs into
the kitchen, slammed the basement door closed, jammed a chair under the
doorknob and telephoned my parents at our neighbors house and
recommended they come home post haste. They were, of course, reluctant
to leave due to anything less than an emergency so I, against my better
judgment, conveyed to my Father what had just occurred. Approximately 10
minutes later every male in attendance at the Christmas party
accompanied my Father into the house and did a complete search of the
premises. Finding nothing but some empty boxes scattered around on the
basement floor, they jokingly made some comments regarding the effects
of male puberty on the psyche, assured me everything was fine, and
returned to the party and their revelry. I returned to being scared to
death.
Life, more or less, returned to normal until the following spring when
one morning, as I was in the kitchen eating breakfast, my Mother came in
and in an accusatory tone asked me if I had been "trying to scare her"
knowing that my Dad was out of town. I was clueless. After repeatedly
asking her what it was she was talking about she reluctantly admitted
that strange things had been happening to her recently after she went to
bed. She claimed that soon after she settled in for the night she would
feel someone or something "pawing" at the bottom of her bed and then
attempt to pull the covers off of her. By the time she was able to
locate and turn on her bedside light however there was no one there.
Considering my bedroom was directly across the hall from hers I was the
likely culprit. She also said that when she had to use the bathroom
during the night she would hear a male voice, the words were
indiscernible but she was sure it was male, coming from the
bathtub/shower as she was using the facilities. My bedroom closet
accessed the bathtub plumbing so, again, I was the likely culprit. I
did my best to console and convince her that it was just the strain of
Dad being gone so often that was the cause but deep down I knew the
truth and deeper down I had to smile. I wasn't going crazy after all.
Strange little occurrences popped up on a regular basis after that but
nothing remarkable to speak of so my Mom and I kept them to ourselves.
That is until after I got married.
My wife and I moved to California shortly after we were married in 1974
and we quickly produced two fine children. Our oldest, a boy, followed
shortly thereafter by our daughter. My being in the service did not
allow us to maintain a lavish lifestyle and we were forced to live in a
government subsidized apartment close to my duty station across the bay
from San Francisco. An unlikely place for paranormal activities to
occur you'd think. I thought so too until they began to happen.
It began innocently enough. My wife was the first one to notice that
every time anyone walked past a certain area in the entranceway to our
apartment a gong would sound. And then the T.V. began changing channels
all by itself. Bear in mind this was when remote controls were reserved
for the rich and we hardly qualified on that account. The first real
disturbing event occurred in the summer of 1975. My wife and I chose to
sleep on the living room floor of our apartment because we wanted the
two kids to have their own bedrooms. Our couch served as a divider
between the dining area and the living area of the apartment and we
always made our bed directly in front of the couch. The door leading
back into the bathroom and two bedrooms was directly behind the couch
and we kept the doorway to that area closed at night so as not to
disturb the kids. I am an insomniac, and one night shortly after my wife
had fallen asleep I was reading a novel and thought I heard one of the
kids get out of bed. I, naturally, went on Daddy Alert. They were both
toilet trained by that time and I assumed that whoever had gotten up was
headed for the bathroom. I heard the familiar scape of their footy
pajama's on the apartments hardwood floors and resumed my reading.
However, instead of heading into the bathroom, the access door behind
the couch opened and once again I heard the familiar paddle of footy
pajama'd feet. Laying on the floor, it was impossible for me to see
over the back of the couch so I simply laid my book on my chest and
looked toward the end of the couch awaiting their arrival. The sound of
the paddle of little feet on the hardwood floor increased to a shuffle.
I propped myself up on my elbows in an effort to see over the back of
the couch and as I did so the pace of the footfalls increased to that of
a shuffling run. Whoever was up should have made it around the end of
the couch and into my arms by now but it sounded like they were running
in a circle directly behind the couch. As I threw the covers back and
began to get up an awful guttural wailing began eminating from directly
behind me. It was other worldly. A deep, resonant sound of absolute
agony that no child could vocalize or replicate filled the room. My
senses crystalized. I was torn with emotions so deep that I cannot
adequately describe them. I forced myself to leap up to confront the
demon that was accosting one of my children. As soon as I made my feet
everything ceased. Absolute silence ensued. I was dumbstruck. I raced
through the closed doorway into my daughters room. She was unharmed and
sound asleep. I then flew across the narrow hallway into my sons room.
He too was sleeping peacefully. I was shaking uncontrollably by then
and immediately went in and awoke my wife and told her what had
happened. She said that she had heard something but thought it was me
snoring. She tried to assure me that I'd been dreaming. But my
cigarette in the ashtray next to our bed had burned back less than an
inch after I had put it down awaiting the arrival of what I thought was
our awakened child and I was soaked in sweat. I wish it had been a
dream.
These are but a few of the many paranormal events that I, and those
close to me, have experienced. I will relay the remainder of them to you
soon.
GHOST OR ANGEL?
By: LDon1169@aol.com
Before I start I have to say that this is one of the many
occurances that have happened to me or my family,especially of the female
gender, since as long as I can remember.
I used to lived in this house about 10 or11
years ago in a small town of Berlin, Maryland. It was my father-in-law's
house which was left to him after his parents died, who had built and lived
in the house. When my husband and I got married we moved in and immediately
I knew something was in there. My husband worked the graveyard shift so I and
my infant son were alone at nights. It didn't bother me too much when I got
use to it. Anyways, everynight I would hear furniture moving in the upstairs
bedroom right above my room. There was no one in the room because we never
used the upstairs at all except for storage. All night and everynight this
would go on. several times I got the nerve to investagate and nothing would
be out of place and the noises would stop. Occasionally I would have guest
spend the night and even they would hear the noises as well, so I know I
wasn't going crazy. Unfortunately after about two years into my marrage we
were having problems and I would have chest pains due to stress. I got them
quite often and could do nothing more than take some asprin and get some
rest. One night I was getting pains so I did the norm. and went to bed. I
had just gotten comfortable when the pain felt as if I couldn't take it
anymore when I heard a woman's voice whisper softly above me, then my body
began to feel a hot and cold sensation rush though my body. Then suddenly
everything was quiet. For the very first time it was actually quiet at
night.I felt great the pain was instantly gone. I went a couple weeks pain
free. It was amazing because I wasn't scared like you would think, just calm.
I don't exactly know who or what it was that helped me that night,but I
suspected it had to be either a ghost or an angel.
That's it for this story, maybe I'll be
writing in another one.
A Few Extra Roomates
By: k7d@email.msn.com
This all took place about 3 years ago when I was 18. I had just moved into a
new apartment with my best friend, and one of her co-workers. It was a 2
bedroom, 2 bathroom on the second story in nice apparment complex in Grand
Prairie, Texas (right between Dallas & Ft. Worth), which was only about 15
years old. Even though the apartment was very nice, it had an uneasy
feeling to it. Come to find out from one the neighbors that high dollar drug
bust had happen a year before we moved (odd for this part of town) and
before that a man had nearly beat his wife to death. Otherwise from that, no
deaths had occured in there, but I have heard of places where bad/good
things happen tend to leave bad/good feeling in the place. So I assumed that
was the cause of the uneasiness. Until a few weeks later when both roomates
took the graveyard shifts at their job. They would leave at 12pm at night
and return at 8am in the morning, so I would lock the top bolt since I was
the only girl there at the time and would be up before they got home. They
shared the master bedroom across the hall, so I essentially had my own room
and bathroom. I had fallen asleep shortly after they left only to wake up
after the sound of the front door opening a foot step scuffing on the
carpet heading down the hallway. I laid frozen in bed trying to figure out
how someone got in since I had locked the top bolt and that the were no
trees close enough for someone to come through a window. I quietly slide
out of my bed and locked my bedroom door and grabbed my pepper spray out my
purse. Ironically my bedroom phone wasn't working at the time because I had
spilled water on it earlier that night. I must sat my door for what seemed
like forever, but didn't hear anything else. So I got my courage up, opened
my door, and flicked the hall light on. To my own terror there muddy foot
prints in the shape of cowboy boots (no one I knew) that seem to end front
of my door. And even more so the front door was standing wide open. I ran
and called a friend and stayed at his house for the night. In the morning I
reported it to apartment office and they agreed to have the sercurity guard
keep an eye out for unusual characters, they felt no police report was
needed since nothing was taken, and no one was harmed. It took a couple of
days, but I pushed the incident out of my mind. The following week it
reoccured, however there were no foot prints this time, so the apparment
complex replaced the locks, thinking the others might be defected from the
original "break in". After that new occurances started, and I wasn't the
only one to witness them. The next Sunday morning the water faucet in the
master bedroom vanity would trun on full blast, then turn off, the same with
the lights over the vanity, so naturally my two roomates ran in to my room
and woke me up to go look at it, but no sooner than that did the master
bedroom door slammed and we could hear muffled yelling, sounding like a man
and a woman having an argument. Needless to say we wanted out of there, but
the apartment management would not let us break our lease, they must have
thought we were crazy. Later the following week, a new 'spirit' presented
itself(could had been the muddy foot prints) in my own room. At first 'he'
did not seem mean like the two arguing phatom voices, but none the less, it
unnerved me. It happened when I was laying in bed sick, and I got the wiff
of a man's colonge. Thinking that it did not smell like my then-boyfriend's,
and the fact that he was at his grandmother's house that night, more than a
hour away, I turned to see who was in my room. I could not see anyone in the
dark, but suddenly I felt a cool hand on my fore head, as if tying to
comfort me, then became very sleepy. In the morning I woke up feeling
better, but oddly sore on my hips, there were severally small bruises, I was
horrified, and spent the next couple of nights on the couch. Then nothing
happened for the next few months, besides the occasional light and the
water turning on/off, which we somewhat got use to. Then my 'visitor'
returned, I would be laying in bed, and would sometimes here somthing clang
against the wrought iron frame of my canopy bed, and the aroma of the
mysterious colonge would fill my room. I could not move, and would feel like
something was pressing down on top of me, and it felt like my hands were
bounded. In the morning there would be the same brusies on my hips and my
right breast would have a light stratch across it. After acquiring enough
money to move out, I did, and quickly. However if I am home alone in my
present appartment (I've lived in 3 diffrent one since then, 2 in the
Dallas/Ft. Worth area, 1 in Austin area, currantly back in the DFW area)
which I share with my present boyfreind, I still can smell the colonge(I
can't place the type of colonge) from time to time. Forturnatly the
nightly 'visits' have not returned. If you have any info on this type of
'haunting', please e-mail me and ask for Kelly.
Life Full of Ghosts
By: GBelics@aol.com
Hi, I have always had a life full of "GHOSTS" but something that happenened
after my dads funeral I will never forget.
I was asleep at my aunts house. It was a very hard day for me, I was ten
years old and my dad who I did not see enough passed away. Anyway I was woken
by my mom saying, "Wake up your fathers here" I started to shake,I was very
confused cause I knew I was at his funeral not but a few hours ago. My mother
led me into the kitchen where my aunt and cousin were. I was still shaking
thats when I saw it, on the table was two Pepsi cans stacked on top of
each other and the top one moved ( my cousin did this cause my aunt had bugs
and she didnt want them to get into her soda). My mom told me to say hi to
my dad. I was so upset I started to cry, and accuse them for setting this up
with magnets or something. They said they didnt, I sat on a chair and said
hi. The top can moved slightly upward. We couldnt hear anything but we could
ask my dad yes or no questions. I calmed down a bit and started to talk to
him. I can'I remember all that was asked but i can remember a few that
completely changed my veiw point on life forever. I established with him what
he would do for yes, and the top can moved. And for no the cans stayed still.
Then I asked him if he was in heaven and the cans stayed still. So then I
said are you in hell but the cans still stayed still. I got mad and confused
so I screamed well where are you. Of coarse he couldnt answer so instead I
asked is there a heaven or hell and the cans did not move. Then I asked him
if he loved me, to make sure he didn't leave, and the top can moved. The rest
I can't remember of that night. But he did return Three years later. It was
on Thanksgiving and I was curious if he would come back if I stacked two Pepsi
cans on top of each other. I said aloud "Dad are you here" and sure enough
the top can moved. I yelled to every one "Dads back" and they came into the
kitchen. It wasn't scary this time I was quite happy to have him there. It was
kinda neat this time too cause we all carried on conversations with him
(though he couldn't talk) and brought him up to date on things that had
happened since he left. We even joked with him. It was nice but he left in
the middle of dinner and I have never heard from him again. I have tried
though I have put Two Pepsi cans on top of each other to see but he didn't
come. Now I guess you can see how this experieance has changed my veiw points
forever.
"Smiley"
By: hypercube@iswt.com
First of all I would like to say before my experience, I didn't believe in
ghosts or evil spirits and stuff like that. However, what I have witnessed
has changed my views drastically. My story is very, VERY true.
I was on a PIKE(PI KAPPA ALPHA) retreat up near Paris Landing Tennessee. We
had been told about a haunting just a few miles from where we were camping.
It was said that a hobo known by locals as "Smiley", was wandering the
tracks one night when he got caught on the tracks. He was decapitated. We
had been told that you must drive down a dead end road surrounded by trees
and stop at the end, turn around, and curse violently at "Smiley" in order
for him to appear. He is identified by a lantern that he carries that glows
bright green. So, we stopped at the end of the road and began cursing and
taunting smiley. Well, he showed up. We saw his lantern appear at the very
beggining of the road. Then as we continued the green light became closer
and brighter. Then it started to move from side to side. All of a sudden,
"Smiley" got mad and began running towards us. When he reached us, the
lamp turned from bright green to bright blood red. We could see a headless
silohouette standing in the red glow. Quickly one of the brothers turned on
his headlights and "Smiley" vanished. We were scared to death. Some of the
brothers were wimpering like baby's wanting there mothers. Some were just
expressionless with a very pale face, as was I, but we were all scared. We
got in our cars and got the hell out of there.
The Three Ghosts
By: checkers@lcc.net
The house I live in is haunted by three ghosts ,
they seem very friendly, but too friendly...During the night I hear their conversations but
its so faint I cant make out what they are saying. I have had incounters with
them while walking alone at night , for instance I have seen two men standing at
the bottom of the stair case.Once while eating breakfast at the table, a chair
pulled out in front of me as someone was sitting there. The house has no history
of deaths that took place inside of it, but during the 1800's a train station
was built here, but it burned down.I have no reason to believe that I will get
harmed during the time I spend here.