Hi, I love your site! The amount of content here is amazing, I will be weeks in reading through
it all, I'm sure. I have a story of a minor occurence, but still strange and unexplained. It was
told to me by my mother over the phone this past week (while she was still at the house in
question) and is verified by my father and grandmother.
It happened less than one week ago, around the 27th of July, 1999. My elderly great uncle Frank
owns a large parcel of mountain land and a ranch house in Colorado. Nobody has lived there for
about 6 months, since Frank now needs to be taken care of by my grandmother who lives in another
state. This summer however, my mother, father, and grandmother accompanied him back up to his
empty place. They stayed there with him for about 3 weeks to attend to his legal affairs, do
some maintenence, cleanup, and make sure that nothing was missing from the house. The place
looked every bit the typical "haunted house" from the dust, cobwebs and the rats all over the
place. After a few days, the house was fairly well put back into order. I don't know the age or
history of the house, but it is supposedly fairly old. The surrounding land is used for grazing
One night, Frank got up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night. Being of a thrifty nature
, he would use a flashlight to guide the way, rather than turn on the lightswitch. He kept the
flashlight on the headboard behind him. Soon, he woke up my grandmother in the next room and said
something like, "What am I going to do with this flashlight? It's too hot." She didn't think
much of it at first, since Frank is quite old and of declining rationality. He was simply not
making sense. But when he persisted, she took a look at the flashlight. It was extremely hot to
the touch, almost too hot to hold. It was a cheap plastic flashlight, one that probably should
have been warped or somewhat melted from the heat, but it was not. It was not even turned on.
She thought it might have been near a heater, but it hadn't been, since there was no heater duct
or radiator in that room, and besides it was summer, and no heating had been used. She couldn't
find any sort of heat source nearby. So she woke up my parents, and they also found the
flashlight strangely hot.. My father (the engineer) opened it up and took out the batteries. Sure
enough, the batteries were causing the heat, they were burning hot. They set the batteries on a
countertop, and in the morning they were still quite warm. Somehow these batteries were
generating heat on an open circuit (which should be impossible) and expending more energy than
they should have had the "juice" for. This seems not inconsistent with ghostly phenomena, which
I've heard can involve electric, magnetic, or heat energies.
It all started happening when we were starting to get
everything together.We were putting up the drapes,We would get like
three up and they would start falling one by one ! We really didn't
think anything of it ! One day our two dogs were in the kitchen,while
Cassy was washing dishes.She said that our littlest dog would bark at
this one corner by the fridge.And than when he started braking the
fridge started to shake !!!! We keep bottle of water on top of our
fridge and one bottle of water fall on the floor !!!! She swears that
when she went to go wipe it up that she felt so cold when she went in
Our little sister was staying the night.And we left for a
little bit to get some pizza.She said she was going to clean up a little
bit cause she likes playing house.She was there with her friend so we
didn't worry about her being alone.We told them that we keep all of our
cleaning supplies in the garage.So she went into the garage to get a
broom.And she saw a woman with long black hair and pale skin.We found
both of the girls at the corner of our street crying !
We were both at work one day,and we were getting something fixed
in our house.We told the guy that our door was unlocked and just to go
on in ! We called him later and asked why he never showed!! He said that
he did but the door was locked!! So he knocked on the door and he heard
foot steps so he thought someone was coming!! He waited for a while and
kept knocking but he also kept haring footsteps!! So he looked through
our window and he said that a woman with long black hair was standing
there looking at him with a blank face!!!
Ok, one day I was coming home after work and i saw that the light
in the garage was o!! I was real mad because I thought that Cassy was
doing it!! So I called her at her boyfriends house and she said that she
didn't even come home today!! That kept happening alot after that!!!
Then ne time I came home for lunch and I was trying to turn on the TV
but it kept turning off on me!! So I went up to the TV to see if any
wires were loose!! When I got Close it Started getting really loud!! I
backed up and sat on the couch as the sound started getting louder!! I
covered my ears and started to scream as loud as I could!!! It went on
for about three minutes!! So in the middle of all my screaming it just
turned silent!!! I just got up and decide to go to work so that when I
get home cassy would be there and we both wouldn't have to be alone!!
Late at night i was not feeling well so decided to take a hot
bath..When i finally got in and started to feel better.The water turned
off by its self !!!! I thought i was just imagining things ! So i just
turned the water back on ! I felt something by my head and i was to
scared to move ! Than the light went off.. I started to cry and screamed
for Cassy !!!!!! She ran in there tried to turn on the lights and they
wouldn't so she grabed a towel and pulled me up..We called Cassy's
boyfriend and he came and got us !
Ok, well soon we decided that someone or something was wanting to
tell us something!! So we decided that it wanted us out and was going to
do what ever it could to do so!! We talked to the lady who sold us the
house and she just got quiet!! She said that she didn't know any thing
about a woman and that we were just two kids trying to make trouble!!!
but we got out of there and thats our story!!
Rick was my favorite Uncle. I was really close to him. Sometimes he seemed
more of like the older brother I never had. My sisters and I loved him so
much. He died of cancer 2 months ago.
We had been expecting it for awhile, but not as soon as it came. Anyway, we
all knew we'd have to deal with it one day. The first week after Uncle
Rick's death I could not sleep. It seemed as if I was the only one out of
my 3 other sisters and my parents that was deeply affected. I guess because
Rick only got close to me. He called me his "Angel."
One of these nights when I was tossing and turning I could not get Rick out
of my mind. The things he used to say would run through my head, as if he
was there talking to me. His strong scent of cigars mixed w/aftershave
filled the room. I really believed his spirit was there with me, in my
I sat up and opened my eyes. There he was, sitting at the foot of my bed,
smiling. No, he did not come on as a "clear, misty image." He looked clear
as day and you and I. He waved, them seconds later, left without a trace.
I could still smell his scent.
A few days later, the funeral was held. I did not want to go. I had never
been to a funeral before. But I went. I had to go. My sisters and I were
talking in the church, while all the adults went to the burial. It had
started to rain, and the wind was getting severe. In one of the pews, there
was one man, sitting with his head in his hands. My sister, Emily called
"Sir? Are you going to the burial?" He sat up and faced us. It was Uncle
Rick. We grabbed each other in shock. A crash of thunder echoed through
the church, and that was when the lights flickered and before we knew it, the
man was gone. But we knew it was Rick.
After that day I never had trouble sleeping again. I will always miss
Rick. My sisters and I never mentioned to anyone what we saw in the church.
Sometimes I can still smell his aroma and know he is there with me.
2 People's True Stories.....
Hello.This is willmc's story from about 96-98.....
I was downstairs in my basement one night around 8:00 PM digging through
some old stuff when all of a sudden white orb about 8 inches tall flew
through the small room.The light bulb was dead at the time so there was
very little light.Anyways the orb flew in front of my face and across
the room then suddenly dissapeared.Naturally I ran upstairs in a big
panic.i didn't go down in my basement for about a week after that.
Next sometime in early 1998 I was up in my living room sitting around a
little coffe table with my friend Evan B. between the loveseat and my
couch, sketching pictures.Then the same white orb flew across the table
then vanished.I stared in bisbelief at Evan and asked "Did you see
that".He said "uhh, yeah!" I asked him to describe it and he got it down
to every detail.This time I was less frightened but still a bit
scared.After that we moved out the living room and started drawing in
From this day on I still get chills down in the basement and can just
sense something moving around.Haven't seen it again yet.I believe it was
the spirit of my Grandmother who passed away in August 1994.
the year is From( 96-99)
This is my friend Leprachuan's true story.Here it is..... I went to my
uncles house for chrstmas and the night after X-mas i woke in the
basement About 6:59,30 seconds and i looked over and saw what I can best
desrcibe as an Orc it was 4 foot tall and it's head was about 2 feet
wide and looked at me I paniced and then it ran away towards the room
were he heater was and out in the snow and disapeared and the weird
thing my aunt had to leave at 7:00 and the time i Yelled it was exactly
7:00 and then when home that night i saw it again except it had a knife
but i woke my sister up and it disapeared and it keeps happening so i
doubt it is a nightmare.
Touch of the Unknown
All of my life I have felt the touch of the unknown. My Mother
died when I was two and a day or so after she passed away my sister who was
16 at the time, went in to cover me and check on me. To her suprise the
covers on my bed were hovering over me I was asleep but I had my arms
All my life I felt that there was something watching me, but the
worst experience I had was a duplex I lived in. I was married and had my
son, a son from a previous marriage and a stepson with us. From the time I
moved in I had a really bad feeling about the hall closet. The hall way was
long and it had a very deep closet, they turned the closet in my room into a
bath so mine and my husbands stuff went in there. I never stayed in that
hall for very long. My husband thought I was a little goofy, he knew I seen
and heard thing before and he just laughed. One day I was in the kitchen
which the one wall was the kids room. I felt a strangeness someone watching
again, I turned and then I heard a noise, a tapping coming from the kids
bedroom wall, I checked and the kids were playing, the tapping went on for a
while and finally one of my sons heard it. That was the beginning, from
there I was in the kitchen on night and the feelings came again, this time I
did not turn but let it come close, when I did out of pure fright there she
stood The Lady In Gray. She vanished in a flash. But I swear this ghost
stayed there, she was dressed in gray, long dress, bonnet and gloves. I
didn't really fear her, what I feared was who what was in the hall.
One night the kids and I were home alone, I should mention that a friend had
come to live me for a while at this time., she had experienced the knob on
the bathroom door turning, anyway we were sitting around my stepson was
doing homework when out of nowhere my glass candles flew off the wall and smashed
to pieces------ Oh I forgot----- we had a thick old fashioned shag carpet on
the floor, the way this glass broke was impossible. My poor stepson freaked
out, he turned and saw it fly and I mean fly off the wall. Well, things
really started then. One day I was by my self at home, I was writing a
letter lying across my bed, I felt her before I saw her, The Lady in Gray, I
looked up and she was standing in the hall, I never feared her, but this
time I knew she was telling me to get out, I stood up and the room turned to
ice and I ran through and I mean through her, when I passed the
closet I almost threw up I was so scared, when made it to the living room, I
saw the phone cord swinging back and forth and we had beads hanging in the
kitchen window, the too where moving and the drapes in the living room where
moving, and what ever was chasing me was almost on top of me, the room was
freezing and I ran out the door. I banged on my neighbors door, she started
screaming, I pushed opened the door and I swear on my Mothers grave, all the
cabinets in her kitchen were opening and closing and her living room was an
ice cube. We both ran out to the front lawn. She told me that stuff was
happening all day, she would light a cigarette and it would go out, her
drink was on the floor and other things. After a while I decided this was not
going to continue. We went in my side of the duplex and when I opened the door
All I felt was a blast of cold air and everything was moving as before, I don't
know why but I ran to the kitchen and tried to get my candles out of the
cabinet, they were white, I found out later white is the color of peace, I
had to sit on the floor and tug on the door that thing would not let me open
it. At that theme my neighbor was screaming and when I turned to tell her
to shut up The Lady in Gray was standing at the doorway, I will only tell you
this, I wet my pants. The doors released and I got the candles out. I tried
to light them. It took me a few times but I managed. when I lit the candles
I asked God to help-----outloud------the room got still and the cold left.
Few days later I went to landlord and demanded to know what went on in this
house, she told me I was crazy and slammed the door. I never did find out
and we moved a month later.
I have had other experiences also after my husband died but that's another
I first heard of Bachelors Grove, in Midlothian, Illinios, through some
friends, many years ago. I heard all sorts of stories about this cemetary,
ranging from floating orbs and floating houses, to a witches cult that
practiced there. Being open minded to the experience, I soon checked it out
for myself. The first time, i had gone with two friends, late at night.
While nothing out of the ordinary happened, I did feel unusually scared, I
felt there was pure evil in that place, and vowed never to go back. I guess
you can say, I still remained curious, as I went back several times after
that. However, it was the last time, I actually SAW something.
The last time I went to Bachelors Grove, I went with two other friends, it
was spring time, a really nice day, and it was still light out. There is a
path in a forest you have to walk down before you actually get to the
cemetary. We did not make it that far. Half way along the path, I was
looking straight in front of me, when I noticed something whiteish and
blurry. I stopped in my tracks and just kept staring at the same spot.
This ghost that was blurry, slowly seemed as if he was coming into focus. It was
a man, he had an intense look on his face, his brows were tight, as if he
was concerned or thinking hard, he had a hat on, a coat, a shirt, but it all
appeared somewhat old fashioned, as like something out of the 1920's or
1930's. I could see the top of his legs, but they kind of disappeared,
right above his knees. He did'nt move, he did'nt say anything, he just stood
there, looking at me very sternly. I have to admit, considering this was
the first ghost I ever saw, I was very scared. I pointed in the direction where
I saw this ghost, I asked my friends if they saw it, they said no. I can't
explain why I saw it, and they did'nt. All I can tell you, is I know what I
saw, and I saw a ghost.
Even though my friends did'nt see the ghost, I asked one of my friends to
take a picture in the area where I saw the ghost. She took two pictures and
When we got the film back, we noticed something strange. The two pictures
from Bachelors Grove were'nt there. We looked through the negatives and
noticed that the two pictures we took, were completly white, which means the
pictures we took in that forest path, came out pitch black, and that's why
the photo developer did'nt print them. Also, every other picture on that
role, the ones before those two pictures, and the ones after, were perfectly
fine, and no abnormailites what so ever. My friend and I did speak with the
photo developer, and asked him for any reasons why those two pictures came
out black, but we did'nt tell him WHY we wanted to know. Every possible
explination he came up with, was ruled out for one reason or another.
I truely believe those pictures came out black because of the ghost. Even
though the ghost did'nt say or do anything to me, I strongly sensed he
did'nt want me or my friends there, and obviously, he did'nt want to be
photographed either.Since that time, I have not been back.
I have always desired an encounter with the spirit realm. I guess the old
saying is true: be careful what you wish for... I didn't expect what I got.
I had been going threw some hard times this past year, a sophmore in a small
town high-school, pluse not being exactly christain wounldn't help. I had
gone threw some tough depression. I came home from the doctor on a fair
Monday afternoon, in another fit of depression. They come and go. I was
reclining on my bed, doing my homework when I herd something skitter across
my floor, it kind of skweeked like a mouse. Leaning forward to see what the
noise was about, I saw a brief flash of gray before my eyes, and the most
pleasant sensation came over me. I was not afraid. I was awed. I told my
friends, especially Naudia, who has a guardian from her past life named
Jonas, and is into paganism just as much as I.
I began to feel foriegn energies in my room, not unpleasant though. A day or
two later, I was on my way to school, and I started staring at a few crows,
whom were cawing as they usually do. I felt as if I were in a trance, then
again it was seven in the morning. All of a sudden I said aloud "Kale".
Bewildered at why I'd say such things, I proceeded to walk to school, and
told my friends of the new happenings.
That Saturday, Naudia and I noticed that the energies were coming from just
above my alter. We also noticed that a picture I had hung up on my wall of
her, would, when ever we where totally ignoring the warmth of the spirit
intity, would move a few inches one way, and then another. Later we shut the
door, lit soom candles at my alter, filled up to the brim mind you, my
gargoyle water fountain, and plugged it in. We sat on my bed, and proceeded
to shuffle my tarot deck, in preparation for a reading or two. Talking about
this and that, we began to notice that the fountain began to stop and start
on its' own accourd. I asked if it was indeed the spirit that had manifested
itself in my room. The fountain stopped for a time and started again. We
asked that it would reply to our yes or no questions that we asked of it, in
a manner just like that, the fountain stopped briefly, and it stopped and
started again. Exicitedly, I asked curiously if his name might be 'Kale'. He
answered yes. Asking next if I knew him in a past life, he answered yes.
Then I asked if he'd known Naudia and Jonas, yes again. Since he was moving
Naudia's picture around, I asked if he did he liked her, he said yes, that
he didn't like her. After that the fountain stopped. Nothing happened.
Kale did not return for about a month, until one day, in a fit of boredom, I
painted my ceiling with blue and white mixed so it looked like a cloudy sky,
and moved my room around. That night, or shortly there after, I saw lights
moving around in my dark room, as I was laying on my back waiting to fall to
sleep. Amazed by the beautiful colors swirling around my room, I watched for
a while, until they began to make a form at the foot of my bed. Closing my
eyes, I rolled over so I would go to sleep, and not see whatever it was,
because I began getting bad vibes. After laying there for a bit, I started
feeling things poke me; on my back, sides and legs. Not harsh pokes, but,
'hey I'm here' pokes. I fell to sleep shortly there after. In the few weeks
since, I have only seen the colors, and ever now and then his presense.
That is all. so far.
And there yah have it. I have never really submitted anything, but I will be
curious of what you (the reader) thinks of my tale.
I believe I've been having some sort of ghost 'friend' visit me almost every night for
the past 7-8 years.
Anyway, let me tell you what has been going on. Back in 1989, my husband
I relocated to upstate NY from MA. During this time I found out I was
pregnant and we were also commuting back in forth between states each
week-end for about 4 months. The reason for this was because, we were
to sell our house in MA and we were living at a motel in NY until the house
was finally sold in December. But because of this commuting we had to leave
our cats behind in MA with friends. Anyway, we finally moved in the day
A few years later: One night while I was laying in bed asleep on my side, I
felt motion on our waterbed and assumed my husband was coming to bed. As I
rolled over, I noticed he wasn't even in the room. Again I tried to go back
to sleep, and I felt motion again like my husband was getting into bed (so i
thought). I rolled over and my husband wasn't even in the room again. I
finally fell asleep and never said anything about it.
But then I kept having the same type of feelings, but it felt more like
something was walking on the bed (such as a cat). I had a pillow near my
feet so I could rest my feet on it at night and have them elevated (due to
circulation problem with legs). And I finally realized that 'it' would
startle me when I felt 'it' land on the bed by my feet. I could feel the
kneading motion that cats do on my pillow by my feet. Of course, by now I I
was starting to get anxious and panicky about all these feeling go on. These
continued on almost every night, sometimes I would feel the pressure of 'it'
walking up along side of me and get on my pillow by my head. But if I moved
my head to try to get 'it' off my pillow 'it' would walk back down to my
other pillow by my feet. Sometimes 'it' would walk along side my back,
times along my front. Sometimes I would feel pressure on my lower backside
as thought it just laid down next to me, and I could feel some movement
after. One thing I did notice was, that when 'it' walked over my arms or
body, my arms/body would feel a sensation of numbness/tingling and heavy
almost hurt a bit, but the sensation was gone as soon as 'it' passed. I
usually can tell where 'it' is on the bed from the walking movements.
We moved again 3 years ago and the same thing is still occuring till this
day. By the way, my husband can't feel or see anything. Some nights it's
very difficult to get to sleep right away due to this 'it'. I can't see
anything, just feel the 'feet' walking on the bed. I'm assuming 'it' is a
cat, althought we never let our cats on our waterbed.
This was not an experience of mine but a friend of mine. On Sunday August
1st we saw The Blair Witch Project. On the way home we started talking of
ghosts and haunted places we had heard of. "Christine" my friend then
told a story to me she had told no one but her family. I'll try and tell
it exactly like she did. It was just this past November of 1998. She
always went to bed with her closet doors closed. One night she awoke syaing
she felt a strange presence in her room. She turned her head toward her
closet and could see the silhouette of a person standing in front of her
now open closet doors. She said she tried to scream out for her sister, but
it came out as a mere whisper. She said she felt like she had been heavily
sedated. She couldn't talk, move , or even keep her eyes open. She closed
them but reopened them in what she said felt like a normal blink. She then
saw the silhouette standing at the edge of her bed. She owns two dogs, one
of which sleeps in a cage at night, but she said she saw them at her door
barking at the figure. She blinked again and this time when she opened her
eyes she could no longer she the silhouette, but could feel a weight upon
her, and she could see the form of a person in the impresion on her bed.
She closed her eyes again and awoke to daylight. She also said there was a
strong, overpowering smell of flowers like she had walked into a florist
shop. This same thing happened three nights in a row but has not happened
since. Nor has anything else out of the ordinary happened. Her family
thinks it was just a strange reoccurring dream.
Experiences I have had over the Years
I've been looking for an area like this. My family is originally
from Scotland and settled in the San Francisco Bay area in the 1920's, so we
were recent as far as our immigration. Our family has always had a tough of
Scottish fey-ness about them and I was not excluded.
My first experience happened when I was 6 years old. My grandparents,
whom I lived with, had taken me with them to Olivet Cemetary in Colma, CA to help
tidy up some of the family burial sites. One of the sites was where two of
the grandmother's still born children were buried back in the 1940's. It is
on the northwest side of the cemetary and was at that time surrounded by
hedgerows. To the south of the area were several boardering cypress and
cedar trees that were very large and overgrown. In the corner of the
hedgerow/tree boarder was an old green metal framwork for an awning . The
fabric was long gone and the framework was rusty. I had gove over to it to
When I got close to it I noticed that there was a lady sitting on the
railing. She was crying. She had a large brimmed hat, ankle long black
dress and gloves and was carrying a draw string black purse. She asked if I
would come over and talk to her for awhile. Being told not to talk to
strangers, I told her that I would have to ask my grnadmother first.
When I went to Grandma and asked she looked in the direction of the lady and
told me to stay put. Later, as we drove out of the cemetary I pointed to
one of the mausoleums and told my grandparents that there was the lady's
house. Grandma asked how I knew that. I told her that I could see her purse
sitting up in the window on the ledge inside.
Grandma and I talked this over several times over the years. She had never
seen whom it was I had been speaking to and didn't see her when I pointed to
her. It was apparently a ghost.
I went back to Olivet as recently was last year with my husband and son to
see if maybe I could take a photo of the spot and catch her on film but I
was unsuccessful. I would love to find out who she is.
I have had other experiences both here in Fresno and in Sunnyvale,
Provo,Utah and in Todalen, Norway. They have been difficult to talk about.
If you are interested I can share those with you as well as some things I
have been trying to investigate on my own here in Fresno at the
Belmont/Calvary/Mountain View Cemetaries (there sort of combined). Maybe
someone out there can help to explain some of what I have expereinced or at
least tell me some history of the areas. I guess I have been very
psychically open all of my life. Sometimes it's been a bit of a
curse..seeing things no one else does or hearing and knowing things.
Thanks for listening.
Ghost Stories from Texas
I live in Texas where alot of things happen and tons of ghost storeis to
tell.This one is happened to me or rather these things happened to me.It was
back in 94 when we had gotten this instant polariod camera.My sistr decieded
to try it out by taking a suprise picture!Well she was in my room waiting
for me to walk in when I did snap she took my picture.But i wasnt the only one
in the picture abehind me stood to me and her what appeared to be a black man
staring!True to fact me and her didnt sleep well for a long time!Another
incident when i was home alone, I was like 12,and I was watching tv when i
heard knockings at the door.I went to see who it was but no one was there!I
sat back down in my chair and then I started hearing footsteps on the
roof.Real loud ones that went all the way to the back of the house.I went
outside in my backyard to be with my dogs for company.Also no one was on the
roof!Then all of a sudden a soft voice was calling my name!Lets just say I
ran like heck to my aunts house where i stayed there till my family came
Another incident was when my parents had barely moved into the house we live
in now back in the 70s.It was real late at night and my mom was not
asleep.Well she heard sounds coming from outside.And Im not talking animal
sounds or human sounds im talking not of this world sounds!She woke up my
dad and he grabbed his shotgun and the went to the patio door to look out into
the back yard.They both saw a dark black figure up in the trees making
sounds.My dad said it was evil looking.they never forgot what they saw and
the tree ws cut down some time later.
Okay my grandmas house is the scariest house i have ever known!My grandpa
says it could be a dead man hwo ws a mexican slave that was murdered
there.Anyways there are family memebers (me and my sister for ones) who have
stayed in that house and experienced wierd things.Like if you stay up in the
top room second floor when you sleep at night somebody keeps puling your
sheets until it has tooken them away from you! Or if you sleep in my
grandmas room by the stairs you have someone sit on the edge of your bed and then get
up walk up stairs(happened to me and my sister!)My grandfather has seen late
in the night from his bedroom a man staring at him with glowing eyes smiling
with gold teeth then run upstairs and disapear.Well there are more stories
and if you want to hear more email me.