By: kimbo@austin.rr.com
When I was very young we moved into this house and the whole neighborhood
was built over an indian barial ground and me and my sister have both seen
and heard the indians parading through the halls and in the attic. And once my
sister had an expieriance with the paranormal she was having a nightmare and
a horrid looking spirit appeared and he was tall green and had on some
ripped up old clothing on but the strangest thing was that he called her
Bethany and my middle name is beth?
THE WAVING BEAR
By: Spyro0123@aol.com
I am fourteen years old and if my spelling is bad, please excuse it.
When I was about two my family lived in an old house that was probably built
around the 1890's. like you, I was somewhat ghost prone. I would see ghosts
of men with loin cloths on, walking through the halls at night.sometimes they
would just sit on the ground and sing songs to me. How I am sure happened
was because after a while I started to sing the songs, which my father
recognized and showed my grandma who was part native american(which kind I am not so
sure.)and she told me that I was singing about life and love. My family
believed the ghosts were real because of this. Before I was old enough to
ask her to translate it to me, she died of old age when I was ten.
I think there were also demonic creatures dwelling there as well. When I
was six and sharing a room with my sister, I would see a black figure, with
red eyes looking at me from under my bed as I was getting up at night to go
to the bathroom. so I would just go on my sisters bed, wake her up and sleep
with her the rest of the night under the covers. Every day I would get woken
up by getting punched in the face. After a while my parents started noticing
bruises.They thought it was my sister until I convinced them it wasn't. The
demon was getting more violent as the days went on. One night as I was
wrestling with my sister, I felt something grab my back and push me. We fell
out the window.(good thing it was a two story house.)I got a deep slice in
my thigh. My parents decided to move the next day and that night when I came
home from the hospital. I just couldnt got to sleep.All of the sudden I saw a
white stuffed bear waving to me.When I started to try and wake up my
sister,another bear nodded its head no. My sister woke up and saw it just in time.The next
two weeks I moved out and never saw another ghost again. and to this day me
and my sister have no reccolection of what happened after we saw the stuffed
animals waving. All I remember is waking my sister up and me and her
screaming. If you know what any of this means , or any story related to
this please send me them. I know Im only a kid but it would help me to know
that im the only one.
White Figure
By: cronin@fas.harvard.edu
Myself and a friend recently moved into a house in Belmont,MA right outside
of Boston. The place is about 100 years old and retains much of the
original woodwork, ceramic doorknobs etc. I even found a few old ceramic
liquor and mead bottles in there. It's a third floor apartment with an old
aluminum speaking tube to the second floor, which leads us to believe this
may have been servants quarters at one time. We never get anything but
good vibes from the place but a few things have happened which make me
wonder, and I write asking your opinion.
Firstly, the former tenant was an elderly alchoholic who according to the
landlord used to heat only one room in the house, the dining room, with a
space heater. She "kept the whole place closed up" according to Mrs
Richardson, who also tells us the former tenant didn't die but moved to a
nursing home. (We aren't sure if we believe her) Well that room seems to
have a door problem- often when I return from work, all three doors to the
room will be slammed shut- even the one which is tied open with a string.
These are doors which don't close easily, being old and paint-covered and
warped a bit. While we hang out, sometimes doors slam. It happens in fits
and starts; one week it happened every day but it hasn't happened for a
while. Granted there is a breeze in that room, but the manner in which it
happens strikes one as odd sometimes.
Also, we have both seen a white figure in a long dress and perhaps a veil,
always in the hallway into our place or in the doorway of the dining room.
It is a peripheral vision thing which leaves when looked at directly. I've
seen it standing in the door several times and I saw it seemingly walking
down the hall once. It kind of bounced up and down like a person would
were they walking. Mike tells me he usually sees it moving past the door,
either coming into or exiting the apartment, and he has used the words
"wedding dress" to describe it's clothing. I didn't get that detailed a
look but have definitely seen the shape. Visitors have seen a similar
shape but hesitate to call it a ghost.
Lastly-and this is not so much an experience as a creepy coincidence-when
first repainting the place we decided to do the kitchen in blue and white.
I proposed that we paint only the panels on the kitchen doors blue (we
haven't done this yet) which both of us thought was a good idea. Later,
when exploring the basement for the first time, I found an ancient door of
the same style as our other doors, removed from the hinges and brought
downstairs years before. It seems to be the one door from our apartment
which was been taken off the hinges- the kitchen door. And the panels were
painted years ago in cracked blue paint.
Whaley House Experience
By: O2VENTIDTC@aol.com
Yesterday my husband and I toured the Whaley House in San Diego. I think I may have been present
to a supernatural experience of sorts but I wanted to ask you about it. Initially I started out
on the first floor (not part of the tour) and I felt a markedly weird sensation in front of the
dining area that I can only describe it as having a sinking feeling that boardered on nausea.
( I felt fine walking around Old Town and coming into the house.) I just sort of hung out in
front of the dining area for like 10 minutes thinking that what I was feeling was unusual and
it disipated .I felt fine again so I looked around the rest of the house and felt ok until I
came to the first upstairs bedroom directly right of the stairs. I again felt that same feeling
and I stood there just looking about the room and that is when I think I saw something in one of
the mirrors (the mirror closest to the hall). It looked as though thin white smoke was being
reflected into the mirror as though someone was standing next to the mirror with a lit cigarette
. I can only describe what I saw as smoke because it curled. I also smelled a very faint smell
of cologne that reminded me of violet water. I made sure it was not me since I was the only
person in that area and it wasn't.It seemed to blow in through the slatted wooden partition . I
was a little weirded out because I was in disbelief at what I might be witnessing so I called to
my husband downstairs to come up . I didn't want to cause a stir because I was unsure what this
was. I walked back to the area in front of the room and looked back into the mirror to make sure
that it wasn't a reflection of something outside like a passing vehicle but I no longer saw the
smoke. I didn't want to tell anyone about what I think I saw because I didn't want to cause a
stir and wind up scaring people including myself. I have been thinking about it ever since and
been trying to find a logical explanation for it.
Voices in the Dark
By: John7057@aol.com
I have always been very interested in the subject of ghosts and the
paranormal but never thought I would have a direct experience with them.
Although, I am currently part of theater group that is renovating an old
theater and we defintely have some specteral energy in the place, but that's
another story. This story is about the first time I had something "strange"
happen to me. I am originally from a small island off the coast of Italy.
The community dates back to 700 B.C., so you can imagine they have their
fair share of ghosts stories. I was 15 and staying at my aunt's house with my
sister. Our grandmother had died 3 years before and as part our week long
stay, we went to visit her grave. The experience was unsettling to say the
least and I think I was the most affected emotionally by the visit. Trying
to remember a woman who I loved very much now reduced to nothing but a
picture and writing on marble mausoleum. Although it was a very hot and
humid summer day, the cemetary seemed to have an unsettling chill about it
and I couldn't wait to get out of there. However, anyone who is Italian or
knows of Italian cemetary visits is that they are family events that take a
long time. Feeling very sentimental and depressed and somewhat bored I
couldn't help but look around and read more grave sites. With each name and
picture that I saw, I thought more about the people behind them. Their
lives and who they must have been. The atmosphere seemed more oppressive and I
started seeing flashes out of the corner of my eyes. Nothing definite but
it was almost as if something had passed in front of me very quickly and the
experience left me somewhat disturbed. We left not long after, much to my
relief, but still with this heavy, depressed feeling.
Later on that night I had fallen into a deep sleep but was awaken at 3:00 in
the morning by a male and a female voice arguing. I was very groggy but I
immediately thought the voices were strange because they didn't sound like
they were coming from anywhere. in particular. They sounded as if they were
right in my ears. The room I shared with my sister was directly over a busy
main street and being a summer resort there always some activity going on.
However, the street this night was totally quiet with no one in sight. The
voices continued to argue in Italian and though I spoke it, I couldn't make
out what they were saying. Also the intensity of the voices didn't change
as I moved around the room. They always seemed to be in my ears and were
continuing to grow in intensity. At this point I thought it was my cousin
and her husband were arguing from their bedroom. They shared the room with
their two small children and I thought what could be so important to be
arguing at this hour of night and why weren't their children reacting. I
decided to investigate and as I slowly opend the door the voices suddenly
stopped. Not a cut off in conversation or a conclusion but as if someone
had switched off a radio. I walked to their room and found the whole family
sound asleep. I returned to the room dumbfounded but found the room to very
cold. The day had been extremely hot and the night had not let up and I was
just in the room a minute before but the I knew the tempreature had gone
down at least ten degrees. It was then I felt the same heaviness that I had
experienced at the cemetary and a large chill moved right through me.
Almost immediately the room returned to its original temperature.
During this whole experience my sister was asleep next to me and when I
asked her about hearing anything during the night she thought I was crazy. To
this day I'm not sure what I heard and felt that night. However, I have spent
many nights in that room over the years and never had a similar experience.
Did I "touch" something or someone and did they follow me back from the
cemetary, I don't know...
Visits From My Sister??
By: CHAMIMARIE@aol.com
I have been having vivid dreams of my sister (Murdered 7.31.97 )
and in one in particular she is standing over my bed telling me to lock the
windows and doors, before I go to bed at night, I usually keep them open, it
is as if I am not quite awake or asleep when she tells me this, and I have
been getting up to make sure they are locked. What do you think?
I have also been smelling perfume, when I am alone, and I do not usually
where any myself.
Not to mention all the other strange things that are going on with myself
and
my daughter, she has also seen my sister in her room,
Right before I fall asleep at night, I sense someone is there watching me, (
last week) I turned over to the bathroom vanity, and thought I saw a blurry
shadow, could this be my imagination?
The night my sister was murdered, I got very sick with a high fever, that
night my dog started barking at the wall, at that moment the wind chimes in
my house started chiming (the ac was not on, windows closed ).
Violent One
By: nana@intsvc.com
There are 2 ghosts in my apartment. This complex was built in 1980. The couple tnat lived in my
apt. moved in when it was first built. In Jan.1998, their daughter made them move out of the
complex, and live with her. We moved in in Feb. of 1998. About five months ago, my husband and I
started to hear two people talking in my dining area after we went to bed. The voices belonged
to a man and a women. We noticed that the drawers to a small chest of dawers in the bathroom
were open and items scattered on the floor. My combs and brushes wold be moved to a spot other
than where I had placed them. The doors to my kitchen cabinets would also be open. During the
last 2 months, the male ghost has become violent towards me. He has crawled into my bed, and his
face is ashen and wrinkled. All he does is count to 10. Shortly after that he tried to pull me
from my bed and pull me to the patio door. My husband was using the computor in the living room
one night and the male ghost moved the covers of my husband's bed. He also moves th small fan in
the bedroom back and forth. Two weeks ago, I saw a figure standing in my bedroom door, waring
brown clothes. Since then, each night, before I get into bed, I have to tell this ghost to leave
. I wish he would just leave and not come back.
The Scariest Experience
By: Orange6999@aol.com
I have a big blue candle that I keep on my vanity. Ok and it wasn't lit.Well I got up to go to
the bathroom around 4 in the morning. When I came back in my room, my blue candle was lit. I know
for a fact that I wasnt dreaming and noone was playing a trick on me cuz everyone was asleep.
Well when I got up to the nerve to go blow out the candle, I had the scare of my life...on the
wall above the candle...there was a very faint vision of a clown face, well I quickly blew out
the candle and grabbed my cat and hit under the covers that night.it was really scary.
Believe me,this happened!!!!
The Old Green House
By: EJGaddis@webtv.net
Thirteen years ago my Mom and I moved into a nice home that was owned
by her boss who was also the land lord. In the first week of living
there the landlord and my Mom where talking about the house and the
landlord brought up that the house was haunted by two spirits her son
who hung himself across the street over a bout of depression and her
best friend for years who would come and baby sit her kids and also died
on the way to her house to baby sit the kids.Well we had lived in the
house for some time and there wasn't any strange things going on till we
had our friends move in with us and I guess the spirits got real
angry.One morning my Mom's friend was mad and said who ever was turning
the lamps on and off last night should stop we all had done nothing we
where asleep in our beds so we couldn't of done any thing.Sense then
there was a bad filling around the house we didn't want to be left alone
atleast at night some times I would have my hairs on the back of my neck
stand on end and find my self looking over my shoulder very
disturbing.Then one day it all came to a head my Mom came home from work
and was very tired so she went up to bed she layed down and almost fell
asleep when something in the attic started to make stomping sounds like
big men in the attic in a fight she also heard thing being thrown around
at the same time and this was too loud to be racoons or a bird so she
got up in a panic ran out of the house got in her car and left what ever
it was it scared my mother real bad and it wanted her out of the house
and succeeded in doing that quite well.We had finally got tired of the
noises and bad filling of some one watching us and got the Bible out and
did what my Mom calls cleaning the house and we did it together first we
had a prayer to God to help us get read of the spirits then we walked
through the house from bottom to top all the rooms and all the closets
we read the Bible and rebuked the spirits to leave in the name of God
and Jesus Christ telling them to never return to our house ever again.
After that day we felt peace and serenity in the home no noises the
lamps quite going off and on and it stayed that way.So if any one reads
this the Bible is the perfect tool to getting read of unwanted unseen
tenants out of a home and it is very affective and usually last the
power of God can not be argued with by a spirit when God comes into the
picture.
The Old Cavalier Hotel
By: ccoates@pilot.infi.net
I'm from Virginia Beach, Va. I worked at the Cavalier hotel at various jobs, including laborer , accounting and carpet laying.
It was when I was a laborer that I had my one and only encounter of my life so far.
It was 4:00 pm and work was over at the old cavalier (there are two cavalier hotels, the new one
was built in 1971. The old one was built in 1927. And has numerous ghost stories
attached to it.) We had been demolishing rooms on the third floor for
renovation.Really dirty work. My boss asked me to check out a couple of rooms for laying carpet
as I was about to make the transition from laborer to carpet layer.
The hotel was open ,we just had two of six floors out of service. So there were people in the
hotel, but not on the floor I was on.
I went into a room , it was stripped of everything .Ready for contruction. To my left was where
the two double beds would be and there was a piece of plywood up against the
wall there a full sheet standing length wise,no big deal. I continued into the room and turned
right into the bathroom and looked up at the ceiling it had been removed because it was damaged
and some of the debree was still on the floor . I remember thinking " I got to clean this up
before I start work tomorow." my back was to the door . When I turned around to leave the
bathroom my heart came up in my throat instantly. The piece of plywood that was to my left as I
walked through the room was now propped up against the bathroom door in front of me. I pushed
it down and RAN out of the room , down the hall ,down the stairs and outside I turned around
and looked at the hotel ,just stood ther for a momment , before getting in my car and leaving.
I think I told a few people , but who's going to believe that story. IT HAPPEND.
The Man in the Basement
By: PunkinTim@aol.com
This is a bit long but is entirely true. I was 13 and home alone. Not that
this was any big deal, but the house i grew up in was huge and scary. My
fathers' workshop was in the basement located directly under the family
room.
It was around 8pm and dark outside. I had finished my homework and started
to watch TV. I had felt and heard this bumping under my feet. It sounded
like a thud then a long slow sliding sound had followed. Forgetting that I
was alone, I thought it was my father storing the kneelers he had salvaged
from a church between the floor joists. This went on for a few minutes. I
began to realize that my father was with my mother and older siblings at an
awards banquet and should be home soon. The bumping continued. I was at a
loss as to who might be in the basement. Thinking it might be an older
sibling who came by, I shouted down to them to stop as they were interfering
with the TV reception. No answer and the bumping still continued. I knelt
to an area in the floor where a crack between the planking revealed an
overhead view of the workshop area. I peeked between the planks and saw a
very tall and dark clothed person walking back and forth and continuing this
project. Not recognizing who this was, I sat up on the couch and tried to
think what would be best to do. I turned on all the lights. Not an easy
task as this house was quite large. At this time, I could hear footsteps
above me in my bedroom and then they started to step down the hallway. Well
at the end of the hallway upstairs, was the front staircase that landed
behind the couch I was sitting on. Who ever was up there was starting to
come down and of course they would reach me upon their descent at the base
of the stairs. I ran out of the house so darn fast and waited outside in the
cold with no jacket or coat. Didn't have time to grab one. I remained in
my neighbors front yard across the street in full view of the house where I
could see anyone leaving or walking around inside. My eyes were fully fixed
on my house as I waited for my parents to come home. Two hours later as
they pulled into the driveway, my frantic self ran toward them. I told my dad
someone is in the basement. He checked and said all the doors to the
basement were locked and how no one could get in. This is a very old house
and the only way into the basement was from the driveway and a separate door
that ran off of the back porch. No access from inside the house. They had
said they would have been home about 2 hours earlier and didn't intend to
stay out so late. I had asked what took them so long to get home and they
said the wheel on the car had mysteriously come loose and they had nearly
crashed. My mom of course thought I was nuts with my wild claims. I
insisted dad go downstairs and check if the kneelers were stacked on the
basement floor. He came upstairs and out to the driveway with a confused
look on his face and told us that, no, they werent on the floor where he had
left them but were stacked neatly between the floor joists. We decided to
pray. This event began many to follow.
Haunted Complex
By: nana@intsvc.com
There are 2 ghosts in my apartment. This complex was built in
1980. The couple tnat lived in my apt. moved in when it was first
built. In Jan. 1998, their daughter made them move out of the complex,
and live with her. We moved in in Feb. of 1998. About five months ago,
my husband and I started to hear two people talking in my dining area
after we went to bed. The voices belonged to a man and a women. We
noticed that the drawers to a small chest of dawers in the bathroom were
open and items scattered on the floor. My combs and brushes wold be
moved to a spot other than where I had placed them. The doors to my
kitchen cabinets would also be open. During the last 2 months, the male
ghost has become violent towards me. He has crawled into my bed, and his
face is ashen and wrinkled. All he does is count to 10. Shortly after
that he tried to pull me from my bed and pull me to the patio door. My
husband was using the computor in the living room one night and the male
ghost moved the covers of my husband's bed. He also moves th small fan
in the bedroom back and forth. Two weeks ago, I saw a figure standing in
my bedroom door, waring brown clothes. Since then, each night, before I
get into bed, I have to tell this ghost to leave. I wish he would just
leave and not come back.