By: nagu0000@stud.uni-sb.de
My dog, a female Cairn Terrier, had a big German Shepherd/collie friend
who was about twice her size and some six years older. Nevertheless,
they got along fine, and whenever my dog came past her friends house
she´d whine for him, and he´d open the door with his paws and come
outside to say hello.
But this friend of hers died some weeks ago, of a heart attack. My dog
didn´t know, of course, and she´d still whine for him.About the third or
fourth time we came past that house she whined again, and suddenly
started staring at the door and then at the place where her friend used
to sit whe he was outside. All her hair rose and then she started
running home as if all the devils in hell where chasing her, and I after
her, being scared shitless by her fear.I must admit I haven´t dared to
go near that house again (coward, yeah :-) but will give it a try this
weekend, to see if the dog´s ghost (I´m sure it was him) is still there.
Maybe he wanted to tell my dog that he´s dead and she noticed that there
was something strange about him? I wished my dog could have told me what
she´d seen!
Comforting Goodbye
By: ShrmPrnSes@aol.com
This story is all true. It isnt scarey in the slightest bit, but spiritually
involved all the way. On Oct. 6, 1998, my best friend whom I grew up with
was murdered. Someone we all knew and thought we could trust. A friend at that.
Her uncle had gotten out of jail and desided that he needed a car for him
and our "friend" to run away in. Jenn, being the only one who the girl talked to
that drove (other than a couple other friends of mine who turned her uncle
and her down), desided that since she wasnt doing anything at the time, she
would give them a ride to the local park. The three of them walked down into
the woods as they wanted Jenn to think they were going to meet some other
people there. A gun shot went off, and the two girls dropped to the ground.
Jenn was shot twice in the back of the neck and the head. This happened
pretty late, and I did not feel well that night. I went to sleep early that
evening. I woke up around 1:00 a.m. in a cold sweat. Out of the blue, like
something loud went off by my ear, though the whole house was quiet. I laid
there for about an hour, troubled and uneasy for unknown reasons when the
phone rang. I didnt answer it, my mom did and came upstairs to ask me if i
knew where Jenny was. I said no, and she informed me that she was missing
and they found her car totalled. Turns out that my "friend" had been found in
the car and showed officers where to find Jennifer. The next afternoon, I came
straight home after school and fell asleep on my bed from lack of sleep the
previous night. I dreamt that I was walking in the woods and I dropped to the
ground as if being pushed down. Then I heard a loud roar and everything went
silent again. I saw nothing but my hand in front of my face unable to move.
The dream ended and I woke up with Jenny lying in the bed next to me. She
talked to me for the longest time, and i talked back to her, even though I
couldnt hear anything we said. She was dressed in her normal clothes, jeans,
a tee shirt, adidas, and her pager and keys in hand. After what seemed like
an hour, though only being a few minutes, we sat up. She gave me the biggest
hug in the world. Then as she dissappeared, she smiled wider than id ever
seen her smile. And then she was gone. I thought to myself, " Is this a
dream? Did Jenn just dissappear into thin air? No..." and the weird thing
is, I never went back to sleep. I actually left my house and shared my encounter
with my two other best friends. That was no dream... I know that wasnt
scarey, but it still had to do with spiritual encounters. I have some other
stories of ghosts and dreams and paranormal activities, but I'll save those
for another time. If you'd like to hear some of them (some of which are
indeed scarey), Email me at ShrmPrnSes@aol.com... I hope you enjoyed my
story. Until next time, bye bye.
A Passing Spirit
By: "Armetta Wireman" metta@uswest.net
I have always be intrigued by the paranormal. As far back as I can remember
I have loved ghost stories, but always thought of it as something that
happened to other people in other places. Three years ago I found out
different when a passing sprit dropped in on us for a short time.
To set the seen I will tell you a little about the place it visited and the
people living there.
The place was a large duplex in Des Moines Iowa not to far from the Iowa
state fair grounds. Ten years back my mother had rented out the front part
and along with my sister Jenny and I we lived there for about two years.
Nothing happened then it was just weird when 7 years later the entire duplex
came up for sale, and my mother decided to buy it.
My older sister by this time was married and had two children and moved into
the front half of the duplex. My mother and I moved into the back half. My
oldest sister Betta lived one house away.
The years passed and I got married had a child of my own and my the basement
of my mothers side of the duplex into an apartment. So at the time of the
visit the we were all really close and the duplex was seen and one big house
with lots of rooms.
It had been about 6 years after my mother bought the duplex when our brief
visitor came.
Through the years I had read several books on ghosts and haunting, and in
many of them they say that animals and children often pick up on sprits that
others don't see. These were the first to witness the visitor.
One night my little girl (age 3 at the time) was in the living room on my
mothers side of the duplex watching t.v. My mother and I were in the kitchen
talking. When all the sudden she came running in screaming and crying. I
asked her what was wrong and she said there was someone in the livingroom.
So I went in there, but I saw nothing.
I asked her where the person was and she said they were sitting on the foot
stool. The footstool she was talking about was large, brown, and square.
Its size was 3ft by 3ft and sat in the between to large arm chairs.
I went over to the footstool and sat on it and said honey there is nothing
here. She said it was gone now, but went into the kitchen and would not go
back into the living room the rest of the night. I wasn't sure what to
think about the incident at that time, but I didn't get the feeling she was
making it up. I felt strange about the whole thing, my mother just laughed
it off.
Two nights later my mothers dog Jasmine (a small black Pomeranian)
was in the living room by herself, my daughter was downstairs with her dad
and my mother and I were again at the kitchen table talking. ( the kitchen
table has always been where our family sits to visit). There was without a
doubt no one in the living room but the dog. There is a mirror on the wall
of the kitchen just as you start to enter the living room and you can see
half of the living room when you look in the mirror while your sitting at
the kitchen table.
This dog is the type of dog that just loves people. She don't care if your a
stranger or a member of the family. She never barks or growls at anyone and
shes not scared of anything. Even if this dog knows she did something wrong
she came right to ya. She didn't run and hide like alot of dogs due.
As I was saying my mother and I were in the kitchen talking when all of the
sudden Jasmine goes nuts. She starts barking and growling. Then she let out
a big yelp. I glanced in the mirror and saw nothing. Thats when we got up
and in to see what was up.
When we got into the living room Jasmine was nowhere to be seen.
My mother called for her, and we heard her whimper from under the couch.
She didn't come out for a while after that. This happened a few more times
during the time of the visit as well as my daughter's experience.
At this point I remember what I had read about children and animals seeing
things that we can't. This is when I really start to wonder.
Two weeks went by after this and nothing happened.
one late afternoon I came upstairs set some meat to thaw for supper. My
mother was in the bathroom. I took some chicken out of the freezer, and
looked in the living room to see what mom was up to. I saw her bible
sitting on the table and the bathroom door was closed. I went back
downstairs. Two minutes later my mom hollers down and ask me if what I had
wanted.
I said nothing I just came up to set some chicken out to thaw. She said she
could have swore that I asked her a question while I was up there. I told
her nope I just set the chicken out. She then goes into the living room to
continue her reading (My mother likes to sit at a dining room table in the
living room read her bible, and watch t.v. ) I heard her footsteps as she
walked in there and then heard her stomping right back to the basement door.
(the door is just off the kitchen)
She then yells down "What is this for?"
I said "What are you talking about?"
she yells "This feather"
I said "What feather?"
she goes "The feather you left on the table in the living room"
I said "Mom I never even went in the living room. I just came up and set
the chicken out"
she goes "Are you trying to make me feel like I am going nuts."
At this point I came upstairs and asked her what she was talking about. She
took me into the living room and pointed to the table on the table next to
her bible there was a long white feather. She goes why did you put that
there.
I said " I didn't. I just came out and set out the chicken and looked in
the living room to see what your were doing, and went back down stairs."
She looks at me and I can tell she don't believe me. I proceed to deny
leaving her a feather and show her step by step what I did.
Finally she believes me and then asks if I had seen the feather when I
looked into the living room. I told her I had not. The only thing I had
seen was her bible sitting on the table. She says well maybe Jenny left it.
I told her Jenny wasn't home she left about two hours ago to with the kids
and her husband to go see her husband's mother on the other side of town.
Not to mention we would have heard them come in. The back door sticks and
the front door has chimes on it that jingle whenever the door is opened.
She stuck the feather in her bible and she still has it to this day.
A couple days later my sisters husband and her son went fishing. Her son
caught two tiny blue gill and refused to toss them back. His father let him
bring them home and my mother let him stick them in her bathtub for night.
(He was afraid to leave them outside because he thought a cat might get
them.) She told him they had to be out in two days she would use the shower
downstairs until then. The next day he brought one of his friends over to
see the fish. My mom led them to the bathroom and opened up the bathroom
door. My mother had been in the bathroom just an hour earlier and both fish
were swimming around without a care in the world, but when she took the boys
in to see the fish there was only one in the tub.
No one had been in that bathroom since she was in there last.
The dog was outside. No one had even been in my moms part of the duplex
except for her. Between the time she took the boys into the bathroom and the
last time that she herself had been in there.
The fish was no where to be found the bathroom was searched the toilet lid
was down. Both fish had been in there when she closed the door to leave the
last time, but now one was missing. There are no windows in the bathroom and
you have to go thur the living room to get to it. No one had passed my
mother. No noises had come from the bathroom. The fish was never found.
Its buddy was taken out of the tub and set free in the creek behind the
house that day.
Other things disappeared. My moms favorite pan that she loved to make
spagetti in. The entire family had been there one night and we had spagetti
and garlic bread. The night ran late and she decided to save the pans for
the morning, but when she got up her big pan was gone.
The final visit happened one night when my oldest sister Betta had came over
to visit with my mother. They were sitting at the kitchen table. I was not
home me, my child and my husband were out for the night, and my other sister
jenny was at home on her side of the duplex.
They were the only ones on mom's side of the duplex.
As they were talking Betta caught a movement in the mirror on the wall out
the corner of her eye. But when she looked she saw nothing.
Betta said nothing about it and her and mom continued to keep talking.
Until Betta sees movement again. She looked at the doorway into the
livingroom this time and saw briefly someone poke their head around the
corner and look at her.
She asked mom who was in the livingroom. Mom said no one Jenny is at home
and Peppy, Steve and Amber are gone tonight.
Betta goes "There is someone in the living room they just poked their head
in and looked at me".
Mom said "There is no one in there that I know of."
So Betta went in and looked. No one was to be seen.
She comes back in and tells mom. " I know there was someone in there she had
blonde hair and it was up on her head like a bun. She was peeking around
the corner and then seemed to walk away."
They both got the chills.
After that night nothing else happened in our house.
But the next day Betta was at home sitting in her livingroom. No one else
was home.
When she heard a noise in her kitchen. Just as she walked in everything on
the top of her fridge fell to the floor like someone had just flung there
arm acrossed the top and pushed everything off.
Then nothing. Nothing else happened there or at my moms, and hasn't since.
That was about 4 years ago. And nothing else has happened since.
The sprit just passed thur on its way to somewhere else to played some
tricks and then moved on. But i for one will never forget it.
Cold Fog
By: b2tslu1@fuse.net
Several years back, 1983, the summer of I think, or 1982, my girl friend
and I where in my old 4x4 dodge on my dad's farm, being teenagers at the
time and wanting to be alone for the night, we figured that no one would
bother us on my dads farm unless they had a 4x4 or tractor to get where
we was at....we both had our own stories fabricated and friends to cover
for us, I'm sure you know how teenagers are....We had parked in a field
below the barn, really close the the wood line or forest area of the
farm, the tree scenery was really romantic, we hadn't been there a half
an hour when we both felt as if something terrible wrong was about to
happen, that gut feeling of half panic and fear you get in your chest, I
rationalized it as being the fear of being caught together in the middle
of nowhere by our parents when we had lied about our where abouts for
the weekend. The feeling got more intense for the both of us, we got
back in the truck and listened to the radio and talked about our
friends, school, anything that seemed to put us at ease, it seemed to
work, but then it happened, I still have no explanation for it, and it
does ( the feeling we encountered) bothers me to this day, we had
parked facing a small pond, the field that we where in was relativlately
square, and this pond was in one corner, to our left was the opposite
corner, also lined with trees, through the trees we could see a faint
light, a whitish green dim light, it looked like a light in a fog, we
could see the shadows of the trees through this fog lit light, and it
was moving towards us, I thought that maybe someone was looking for us,
or that somebody was out spot lighting, but the light seemed to be in a
fog, this fog of light had me puzzled, my girl friend mentioned the
possibility that one of our friends maybe playing a trick on us, trying
to scare us, the practical joke thing, and that was what it was, so I
thought that I would drive right up to the tree line and shine my head
lights on them, as I fumbled to get my keys out of my pocket, the light
sped up as it came through the trees, I realized , as did she that no
one could move that quick through the woods and she grabbed unto me, the
fog of light came out of the tree line and into the field, it was about
10 to 12 feet wide by about 6 to 8 feet tall and was about 20 feet long,
it seemed to pause for a few seconds after it broke the tree line and
then it rushed the truck, she screamed and I screamed, It enveloped the
truck, the temperature dropped what seemed like 20 degrees, and there
was static electric in the air, (even after it was gone) it moved off
going on through the field, and passing into the tree line opposite of
where it entered, where it seemed to fade away into the woods, do you
have an explanation as to what this could have been? This has bugged me
for years.....
Dad's Presence
By: melissa@languageline.com
My father passed away November 19, 1986 after a four month battle with the
same cancer that had caused his father's death July 1, 1986. He was always
the "rock of Gibralter" for our family. Four years after my mom and dad
married, my mom contracted polio meningitis and almost died. I remember my
mom and dad telling me how their belief in God was what helped them through
those terrible times (eight operations in three months, in an iron lung for
almost as long, being told she would never walk or breathe on her own
again). When she had recovered enough so she could walk with a cane, she was
informed that in order to have children she would literally need to stay in
bed for 9 months. Well since this was not an option they adopted me in 1960
and my sister in 1963. This background is so you understand the bond my
family shares. Mom's attitude was always "don't tell me I can't do it, help
me find a way to do it" and Dad was totally devoted to her and to us girls.
When he became so ill that he could no longer tolerate the chemo he told the
doctor that he wanted to die at home. We set up 'round the clock home
nursing and my mom was an RN prior to her illness and had kept up over the
years so she was able to help. One week before he died, my mom called me at
work to tell me the Dr. had said "It might be a week, a day or an hour but
come home soon." Needless to say I rushed home. The morning of his death, I
was headed out to my parents home with donuts and I was approx 11 miles from
their home when I felt him "let go". I looked up and said "I love you daddy
- see you on the other side." When I pulled into the driveway our family Dr
was just leaving the house and I asked (though a part of me already knew)
"How's he doing this morning?" To which he replied that he had died approx
15 minutes before - WHEN I FELT HIM LET GO!. Well a few years later my
sister had married and moved to New Mexico and was having some health
problems of her own. She was a vegetarian, exercised daily and never drank
or smoked. She thought perhaps she had pulled a muscle while in training to
become an FBI agent. The pain started to migrate and she and her hubby were
at the mercy of their HMO. Finally after months (March - November 97) of no
ans and her getting sicker and sicker - her hubby ran her to the hospital in
the little town where they had lived since June. The Thursday before
Thanksgiving that year she was admitted and she was scaring the DR's because
they could not figure out what was wrong. That Saturday they life flighted
her to Albuquerque where by Monday they had a diffinitive diagnosis of
terminal breast cancer. What a waste! The Wednesday prior to this was
November 19th and my father and mom used to be part of the church choir.
Wednedsdays where rehearsal night. A good friend of the family was openning
up the church and getting set for rehearsal. She came in the door and looked
up into the choir loft behind the podiums and there was Dad smiling at her.
Really spooked her and she could not figure out why she would be the one to
see him there. Later in the night when she was getting ready to leave she
could hear a sound like keys jingling - my father had a habit that when
impatient or bored he would jingle his key and loose change in is pocket.
Only when my mom shared by sisters plight did she realize that the night she
saw him was the night before my sister went into the hospital for the last
time. Mom and I like to think that he was just letting us know that he was
waiting for my sis when her turn came - January 7,1998 - her 35th birthday
would have been that January 24th.
Experiencing Ernie
By: bolt0007@algonquinc.on.ca
At my grandparents place, a long time ago, they decided to make an
addition to the house. A man name Ernie was helping them. To make a long
story short, he fell off a latter, and died on the spot.
Years latter, I go to their house all the time. One night, we were
sitting, watching television. I saw someone walk to the side door, but
the dog didn't bark, so I told my granmother. She asked me what I saw,
and I said a guy with a feather cap. She told me it was just Ernie, the
ghost. He walks up the driveway ever now an again. iwas kinda shocked.
About thre emonths later, I saw the man again, so I ran to the upstairs
window. I looked out. My grandparents have a large back yard that ends
in a forest.
Anyway, I proceeded to watch him walk to the edge of the trees.
Suddenly, he just stopped. I was kinda shocked again. He turned around.
and looked at me. It felt lik ehe looked through me. Suddenly, he was
right in front of my face. I coul dmake out everything, and then he was
gone. I have not seen him since.
Ghostly Experience
By: Vilna6@aol.com
This is probably not considered a ghost story, but more of an
out-of-body experience. I am 17 and experienced this at least three times in my
lifetime. This only happened to me in my bedroom. I remember once, I fell asleep from the
boredom of reading a school book. However, I wasn't sure if I was
completely asleep because I felt that I was still conscious. Then, my legs slowly began to
rise up in the air, and I knew that I wasn't controlling this movement. I opened my eyes
and tried to move my arms, but I couldn't. Also, I couldn't scream nor even open my
mouth, and I was terrified. Then, slowly, my entire body began to rise up in the
air and I started to float around the room, hitting every corner in the ceiling. I
realized that this was a dream and tried to wake up, but I couldn't. You see, I heard stories
before about such experiences and others said the person involved could go anywhere
he or she desired. Its like I knew all this during the dream. I willingly
floated to the window and began to wish that I was at my school....I wanted to go to my
school for some odd reason. I even closed my eyes, wishing desperately, but when I
opened them, I was lying on my bed as if nothing happened.
Ghosts
By: J117400000@aol.com
I guess what I have is a minor experience but it doesnt seem so mild when it
happens! I've never really considered myself a believer in the paranormal
but I have never been able to explain this. I grew up in a house with only
one previous owner before my parents. Nothing that I know of ever happened
to explain a haunting. Basically if you look down the hall on the first
floor to the left is the bathroom, in the middle is my old bedroom(now
just a junk room), and on the right is my parent's room. All of my family members
has encountered this "thing", yet no one really has taken it seriously. Its
as if we just dont think about it until we see it. Sitting in the living
room (most of the room can be seen from the hallway and vice versa) what is seen
is comparable to seeing a person walking from the corner of your eye. More
or less just a movement of a shape. However this happens when you are looking
directly down the hall, just the same as catching a glimpse out of the
corner of your eye.
"It" is a flash or a flowing movement. Its really hard to explain. It seems
transparent, with no describable form or shape yet it seems to move as a
human does. When it happens to each of my family , we are aware of our
surroundings, no wind, no cars, nothing to create a glare or shadow to
explain this. And the shape always moves from the bathroom to my parents
room. My mother says she has never had reason to believe "It" has entered
the room. None of us are frightened by it, though it is disconcerting to say
the least. We all have our theories on it. I seem to identify "It" as male,
but my mother likes to think its her dead mother "checking up on things". I
would never go to the bathroom at night because I just didnt want to run
into "It" I remember as a child moving to an upstairs bedroom after my brother
moved out, I thought I saw something move up the steps. I didn't like that
idea after thinking about the shadow so i snuck down the hall one night
and i remember whispering " I don't mind that you are here, it's ok we like you,
but could you please stay downstairs? I get scared at night" I laugh now
thinking about that, but you know what? i never saw the movement on the
stairways or in my room after that! I guess "It" appreciated my
politeness....I've seen "It" once or twice when visiting my parents, and my
mother just looked at me with eyebrows raised and I looked at the tv saying
"Nope, didnt just see that" My exboyfriend was not a believer yet I saw him
once or twice doing a doubletake and peering down the hall, but he never
admitted seeing anything. My current boyfriend is a complete skeptic and
laughs off the story, but I have to laugh and just wait until he gets to
meet our resident "It". It's something I actually look forward to...like
introducing him to an old family friend....
Grandmother
By: lhammond@uswest.net
Ok, A few years ago I wanted to know more about my
grandmother whom I had never met. I went to my father, since
it was his mother, and asked him some questions. He wouldn't
give me any answers, so naturally I dwelled on it and talked
about it with everyone I knew. One night a friend of mine
and myself though it would be "fun" to dabble with some
supernatural, paranormal...whatever you wish to call it,
kind of things. All I had for light were candles {because
I'm up at night and don't care for electric bills being too
high}. After a while of talking about her {my grandmother} I
saw someone hanging in the corner of my bedroom. {What was
odd is I saw the image clearly, very well lit even though I
only had candles lit.} After staring at it for what felt
like forever, I looked over at my friend and ran out of the
room. I went to my father and got a picture of my
grandmother {I had never even seen a picture of her, not one
when she was close to the time of her death} and realized
that it was her that I had seen. I knew then that something
was wrong. I had been told all my life that she had died of
breast cancer. I asked my father repeatedly how she had died
and he told me the same thing, breast cancer. I knew he was
lying, but I didn't know why. So I went back up to my room,
where I found my friend hysterical. When I asked her what
was wrong she told me that I had been staring in the corner
for at least five minutes, and that she thought I was going
to die or something because I was shaking, rocking and
crying. She didn't know what to do. And then when I just
snapped out of it, it had scared her. I told her what I had
seen and then called my mother. Still being somewhat
hysterical myself, my mother was very concerned. I asked how
my grandmother had really died. She knew something was wrong
immediately when I asked that question because I had called
her when she was away on business, and I never do that. She
asked what was wrong and I told her too what had just
happened. All she could say for a response was "Lizzy, she
hung herself!" Ever since that day I can't get rid of the
feeling that she is always around me, I feel protected but
sometimes I also feel uncomfortable. That wasn't the first
time anything weird had ever happened to me, but since then
things keep getting worse...and more regular.
I was wondering if you had ever heard of this happening
before {which I'm sure you have} and if you know what I can
do to...I don't know, make things so they aren't as akward?
And if you don't, if you know someone who may know? Thank
you.
Grandma's Ghosts
By: cherdallascowboy@hotmail.com>
This web site is great. Keep up the good work! Ever since I can remember, my
grandma told me tales of things that happened in her moms house, from when
she was little up to when my mother was little.(That is when my
great-grandpa decided to sell the house, QUICK.)
The first big thing happened when my grandma was in high school. Her older
sister used to crawl out the window, because my great-grandpa wouldn't allow
her to date. One night my grandma woke up to the window rattling. Thinking
it was her sister, she rolled over and put the pillow over her head. The
rattling didn't quit. She looked up and saw a big dark figure at the window.
She screamed which brought in the whole family. My great grandpa sent his
son to get the cops and he jerked the window up to crawl through.(He thought
it was a boy in high school messing around). He stopped dead in his tracks
when lying on the window sill was a BLOODY knife. The cops arrived and they
went to check for footprints.(It was winter and lots of snow). The only
prints there were going towards the window-none leaving- and they started
already half-way to the window. No prints on the knife. I still have a
police report from this. More later.